Peter bursts through the locker room door and stands trying to catch his breath. Unfortunately, there had been no sign of any staff in the corridor so he had tried to seek shelter as quickly as possible. He was faster than Flash and his friends and had managed to get away for now, but he knew they would find him if he didn't do something soon. He started looking around the room for a place he could hide, his heart racing. The boy's locker room was unfamiliar territory to him; he didn't play any sports as he sucked before he got his powers so knew it would be weird for him to excel at them after. And being trans was a whole nother factor for him to avoid bathrooms.

He hears a crash from where he came in and feels a pair of hands grab him from behind before a punch hits him in the stomach, winding him and sending him to the floor. A foot kicks him in the back and he skids a few feet on the wet floor. He can feel adrenaline and anger building up inside of him, but he can't fight back; he can't risk of exposing his strength. The fights between him and Flash have been going on for years and he couldn't fight back then, so he shouldn't now. He has to try and remain calm and hope that whatever Flash and his friends do to him doesn't hurt too much.

He tries to sit up on his elbows but Flash steps onto one of his arms. It doesn't hurt but it's strong enough to pin him down, especially since he was still trying to catch his breath from the punch.

"Ironic you're even in here, Parker," Flash spits. "You know you don't belong in the men's locker room." There are yells and claps of agreement from his friends. Peter tries to pull his arm out from under Flash's foot, but someone else grabs and holds down his other arm to keep him firmly pinned down.

"I don't know what you mean," he says through clenched teeth, trying to ignore the numbing pain that's starting to flow through his arm.

"Don't bother lying," one of Flash's friends says. "We all know you're a girl." 

"No, he's not even a girl anymore," Flash says, squatting down and getting closer to Peter. An evil smile grows on his face and Peter prepares for the worst. "He's a tranny."

There it is. Peter winces at the last word but tries not to let it show. 

"Why does that matter to you?" he replies.

"Because it's disgusting," Flash snarls, spit flying from his mouth. "You don't belong anywhere. You're a mistake!" He stamps down hard on Peter's forearm who feels his elbow shatter against the tile floor. A scream tries to rise out of his throat (no amount of super-strength can hide the pain of a broken bone) but his mouth is quickly covered by someone's hand.

"Disgusting," one guy says, spitting at me.

"It makes me sick," another says.

"Let's give it a taste of its own medicine," the first says and the rest agree. Peter's spider-senses suddenly go berserk and he closes his eyes just before he's pummelled by feet kicking at him, causing excruciating pain in his back and stomach. He can feel tears forming in his eyes and some start to trickle down my face but there's nothing he can do to wipe them away. He feels like he's going to be sick and faint at the same time, and every muscle in his body longs to fight back but he knows that he can't. The kicks subside and Flash grabs the now blood-stained collar of Peter's shirt and drags him to the showers and leans him against the wall and floor.

"I would love to stay for longer, Parker, but unfortunately, I have classes to get to and I don't really want to be here when the janitor finds you." His friends snicker and Peter sees him reach into the back pocket of his jeans. "So what I'm going to do is give you an option, and maybe you'll be able to make at least one good decision in your meaningless life." He takes his hand out from behind his back and Peter manages to catch sight of something glinting. His heart starts to pound even faster than before. He's been in enough alleyway fights as Spider-Man to know what Flash is holding. Flash moves his hand closer to him and he sees that he's was right. It's a knife.