This chapter was requested by whoever was formerly known as RosesSanctuary (but I couldn't find their new username in my messages so idk what to tag them as) and I greatly apologise for how long it took!

I know the request said that angsty stuff ensues, but I just can't write angsty at the moment (idk why, maybe it's the lack of sleep) and my brain will only let me write comedic crack. So I'm doing my best to keep myself restrained, but apologies if it's not the exact same as the request.

And whelp, is suppose it's my Birthday again. Oof.

Ships: SpideyPool, Stony, Shurichelle (vaguely mentioned)

Warnings: Swearing, bullying, fighting, violence (but not really),

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It was too cold that morning; that's the only thing that could explain Peter's complete shift in care.

The shivering mess of brunette curls rolled out of his bed, tangled in his blankets, with only one thought in his mind - 'Fuck it.'

He'd always hated the cold, a hate which only seemed to grow after he gained his Spider-Man powers. So, whenever the weather seemed to chill a little too much, he always began acting weird. Now was just the turning point.

In his blurry minded, freezing haze, Peter got off the floor and slumped into his closet - grabbing a pair of clothes he actually wanted to wear, not just forced himself to wear to hide his muscles.

Bypassing the sweatshirts and baggy jeans, he decided that he cared very little for what his classmates thought of him, even if they knew his two secret identities; that he was Spider-Man and the son of both Ironman and Captain America.

With a snicker, he grabbed his favourite Spider-Man themed shirt; a white t-shirt with a red sleeve and a blue sleeve, and a spider symbol in the middle. Next he grabbed a pair of black skinny jeans, and his favourite pair of glitter red high heeled boots.

Walking into the kitchen, he grinned at his breakfast eating family. "I'm coming out today!"

"As gay? Oh honey, we already know." Nat said, smirking.

The others chuckled while Peter shook his head. "As Spider-Man, If my dumbass classmates will notice."

"Is that why your wearing that tight Spider-Man shirt?" Steve asked his son, raising an eyebrow at him.

Peter Stark-Rogers nodded in agreement, grinning. "Yep! No more baggy clothes or secret identities. I'll also be fighting back against my bullies, if necessary." 

"Your WHAT?!" His family cried in sync, aghast, they'd never heard Peter mention bullies before and were extremely surprised.

The teen just shook his head. "Don't worry about it, I won't use the full extent of my powers."

Waving goodbye to his confused family, Peter sang loudly along to the Spider-Man theme song while swinging over buildings, completely mask-less.

Texting his friend - MJ and Ned - along with his boyfriend, Wade, as he went, he asked them to meet him outside the school.

Either nobody had noticed him, or nobody cared, because he made it to the front gates of his school without a peep of 'Holy fuck! Spider-Man's a teenager?!'

MJ, Ned, and Wade, however, were extremely shocked when Peter swung down from a nearby building, tumble rolling into a standing position in front of them.

"Hey guys! What's up?" Peter asked, looking around to see if anyone else noticed his amazing stunt.

"What's up?! The chance of your identity being found out - that's what's up!" MJ hissed, the other two nodding in agreement.

Peter simply laughed. "Oh, there's no need to worry about that anymore. I don't care what anyone but you guys and my family thinks - you're all that matters. The world could know the truth and I wouldn't care."

"Are you acting like this because of the cold?" Wade asked skeptically.

"Maybe, but still. I'm fed up with the snarky comments constantly directed at me in all three of my identities." Peter replied, shrugging his shoulders.

"Honestly, it's a wonder your identity isn't already common knowledge." Ned added. "I mean, nothing about you changes between Peter Parker and Peter Stark-Rogers, except your surname and clothing quality. You look the exact same."

MJ and Wade mumbled in agreement while Peter simply crossed his arms with a pout. "Hey! I'm great at hiding my super-secret identities, thank you very much!"

One of their classmates - Abe - raised his left eyebrow at the group as he walked past.

"How are you planning to reveal yourself?" Ned asked once Abe had left.

"You'll see!" Peter said mischievously, laughing madely as he ran towards the school building.

Shooting a web out of his web shooters, the teen swung up from the ground and into the open window of his second floor science class.

Abe, Flash, and all his other classmates were loudly chatting as Peter swung into the classroom through a window. Everyone immediately froze in shock, except for Mr Hall who raised an eyebrow at the teen and continued drinking his coffee.

"Aight, bitches! Let's get some science juices flowing." Peter said, taking his seat as his three puffed friends burst into the classroom.

"No fucking way." Flash mumbled, eyes wide in horror, then anger, as he silently stewed.

The bell rung as Wade, MJ, and Ned slumped into their seats - signalling for the class to begin.

After the initial shock, no one in his class but Eugene seemed to care. None of the school did, really.

A couple of people gasped as Peter swung through the hallways and crawled across the walls and ceilings between classes, but only Eugene seemed to making a fuss of things - shouting about Peter being Spider-Man and insulting him continuously.

Peter ignored him, though, mainly just glad he wasn't being bombarded with new friendship offers or unwanted attention. Until Flash cornered him in Gym, that is.

Peter was being taught how to preform some complicated cheerleading routine by a group of cheerleaders, when Eugene stormed over.

"I bet you're really just some week ass loser pretending to be a real superhero. I can't believe I ever looked up to you!" Flash hissed, getting nothing but a bitch face from the brunette teen in response.

"You, me. Fight after school." The bully howled. "We'll see how's stronger then! I bet I'll beat your ass!"

Before Peter could answer (which likely would have been in a fit of hysterical laughter) Flash stormed off.

As the school day ended, every in the school who didn't have a life (or simply didn't have a strict parent demanding they get home just after school ends) crowded around the basketball courts - where Eugene was waiting.

The quartet of outcast teenagers (including two superheroes and the girlfriend of a princess) were also there, being pushed towards the courts by a swarm of their hyperactive classmates.

Flash immediately started jabbing and shoving Peter before he could get a word in, much to the brunette teen's annoyance.

A flock of teachers and the principle walked over at this point, however they made no move to break up the fight.

"Look who's stronger now!" Flash cried, punching Peter's stomach with all his strength, only to get an annoyed sigh in response.

"Flash, I-" Peter was interrupted by a another full force punch, this time to the side of his face.

With a sickening crack, Peter's hand struck out at a lightning speed on instinct, punching Flash in the nose with only a tiny portion of his strength. This tiny use of power, barely over human strength, broke Eugene's nose.

The other teenage reached up to clutch his nose as the crowded cried out in surprise before cheering loudly. Almost everyone present had been picked on by Flash at least once, and loved watching him receive a smile burst of karma.

And that's when the loud sound of a helicopters propellers could be heard from the distance, and the Stark-Rogers themed helicopter came into view.

Peter's finally could be clearly seen inside and Tony, using a megaphone, called out to his son. "Peter! What have I told you about bitch fighting other bratty teenagers?!"

"To go for the eyes!" Peter called back, turning his attention from the shocked Flash.

"Yes! And you broke his nose! Blinding him would have worked much better!" Natasha yelled through the megaphone, yanking it off of Tony.

Peter rolled his eyes but let out an amused laugh. "I'll keep that in mind!"

"Good! Now get into the helicopter, we're going to Wakanda!" Steve announced, snatching the megaphone off the red head.

Peter turned to waved good bye to both MJ and Ned, and blow a kiss towards Wade, before webbing himself to the helicopter doorway and swinging himself inside.

Peter looked down at the gapping crowed, shouting over the roaring of the helicopter. "By the way, my real name is Peter Stark-Rogers! Not only am I Spider-Man, but Captain America and Ironman are my dads!"

A simultaneous shout came from the crowd as the helicopter flew away. "What the fuckkkkk!"