This chapter was requested by @JustABunchOfAnxiety and, while the main request is above, the next message with the ships in it has been cut off.

One more thing! I'd like to start writing more ships so I'd like to know if you guys are interested in seeing any of the following:

Peter x Harley

Peter x Ned

Friday x Karen (idk how but I'll make it work)

Natasha x Maria Hill

Loki x the Grandmaster (what? I thought they had chemistry!)

Peter x Flash

Peter x Eddie Brock (He's Venom if you didn't already know, and don't worry, I'd de-age Eddie to a teenager)

Tony x Bucky

Bucky x Loki

Also, comment here any other gay ships (not Starker, though) that you'd like to see.

Ships: Spideypool, IronStrange

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of attempting to commit suicide by jumping off a building (please read the request and decide whether you'd like to precede or not! Though I can't really write angst so this chapter is mainly just vines...)

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The streets of New York were strangely quiet for 1 am on a Thursday morning. There was only a hand full of people scattered around, very few cars were on the road, and everything was quiet.

Everything except for a group of weirdly dressed people sauntering down the streets aimlessly. These people all seemed drunk, high or just naturally crackhead-y. They also seemed to vary in emotions.

Take Shuri, the princess of Wakanda, for example. She was pissed. "What the fuck, Richard?! You ate all my skittles!"

Clint, another example, was defensive. "I didn't take any of your bitch ass skittles! I have my delicious Oreos!"

Loki was smug, smirking evilly as he shovelled Shuri's rainbow candies into his mouth.

"Peter, tell this fucking idiot to give me back my skittles or die!" Shuri shouted, pointing at Hawkeye.

Peter cringed, giving himself multiple double chins. "I can't. When there's too much drama at school all I gotta do is walk away-ay-ay!"

Shuri pouted, turning her dramatic-ness towards her girlfriend. "Okay... MJ! Babe! Defend me, the love of your life, from this evil villainous scoundrel!"

"I would," MJ mused, "but then I wouldn't be able to draw you in my crisis book."

"How about you, Wade?" Shuri asked, crowding her arms.

Wade simply smirked. "No can do, Princess. I promised my baby boy that I wouldn't pluck any birds this evening."

Shuri sighed, turning her puppy dog eyes towards Ned.

Ned shook his head frantically. "No can do! Clint'll lay eggs on my bed, again!"

"You do know that Clint is not a chicken, right? Or a bird at all!" Stephen Stark-Strange asked, frowning in confusion.

Tony gasped, eyes wide. "Is that why there's always eggs in the fridge, even when we're out of everything else?!"

Stephen face palmed at Tony's blatant disregard of his words, making Peter giggle at his fathers.

Now, before you ask, no the Avengers weren't just walking down the streets in their supersuits, or their regular clothes. Though they probably didn't need disguises considering how few people were up and about.

Thor and Bruce were both wearing matching pink poodle skirts, white shirts, and matching pink heels.

Tony was wearing purple sweat pants, a silver gem encrusted tube top, and a bright red raincoat.

The Merc with a mouth was completely dressed in Spider-Man merch. Pants, jacket, shoes, shirt, underwear, socks even!

Bucky and Steve were dressed like strippers, though neither of them saw anything wrong with it.

Except for a really long Dumbledore beard and sparkly heels, Clint was wearing his regular clothes.

Natasha was also wearing her usual clothes but with a blonde wig to hide her red hair.

As for the god of mischief, he was wearing Slytherin Hogwarts robes and was carrying around a wooden stick. When asked why he answered with 'I don't know about you but I want everyone to know that I'm a Slytherin bitch, like Draco Malfoy!'.

Onto the less exciting looking people. Stephen, Wanda, Peter, Ned, MJ, and Shuri were all just wearing their usual, everyday clothes.

"Fine!" Shuri spat, storming over to Clint and kneeing him in the private parts.

Everybody stopped walking and started laughing. Everyone except for Clint that is, he was kneeling over in pain.

Peter was one of the first to stop laughing, mainly because he was slightly worried about his Uncle Clint. He didn't do anything to help Hawkeye, though, instead he just looked around.

The brunette teenager frowned as his Peter Tingle started going off. His eyes roamed over the nearby alley ways and roof tops, stopping when he noticed a man who looked like he was about to jump.

Peter gasped, running towards the ladder attached to the side of the building that the man was standing on. Spider-Man didn't inform any of his family, friends, or his boyfriend where he was going or why, too worried about the man.

"Hey! No! Stop!" He shouted, climbing onto the roof.

The man, who looked strangely similar to him, turned to him with a frown. "What are you doing up?"

Peter frowned, walking closer to the man. "I'm here to stop you from jumping, of course!"

"Oh." The man sighed. "Look, I know that you don't really care if I were to live or die, you just don't want your night ruined by witnessing my death. I'll just what until you are a couple streets away, then I'll jump."

Peter looked aghast, eyes widening at the man. "No, it's not that it all! You can't jump! Think about your family, your friends!"

The man smiled sadly, pain showing on his face. "They wouldn't care."

"Dude! Of course they would care! Look, even though you either kill your self or get killed," Peter said in a philosophical tone, "you can't just yeet yourself off a building!"

The man nodded, understanding Peter's words but instead of stepping away from the edge, he only stepped closer to it. He was only a couple of years older then Peter so he understood Peter's Vine reference.

"But I have nothing to live for! My siblings all have high paying jobs as Doctors and Lawyers, but I don't want that! I just want to be a drag queen!" The man explained, making Peter grin widely for the first time since he started to talk to the man.

"No, no, no, child! You have everything to live for! If you were dead you wouldn't be able to make Vine references, wear sparkly shoes, and tweet about who should've won Rue Paul's drag race!" The Brunette teenager exclaimed.

The man smiled largely, backing away from the edge slightly. "You know, it's always been a dream of mine to be on Rue Paul's drag race. I've never made a submission video, though, since my parents don't know about my love for drag and they'd find out if I did ever make it onto the show."

Peter let out a light humming noise, tapping his foot slightly as his mind went wild with ideas. "How long have you been doing drag for? Also, what's your twitter username?"

"Ah, um, the username for my drag account is DropDeadDrag, the first letter of each word is a capital, and nearly 9 years now. I started when I was 12." The man looked confused, what was this teenager going to do with this information.

Peter quickly found his Twitter account, noticing that the man was actually pretty good at drag. "Stay there, I've got to make a quick phone call and then I'll be back!"

The man, still confused, gave the teen a slight nod as Peter walked just out of the man's earshot.

"It's Peter, I need a favour. I'll text you the information about this favour, but I really really need you to agree." Peter said, having a very quick conversation about the favour with the person on the other line.

He ended the call and sent all the information he had on the man to that random person who he was in the phone with.

Skipping back up to the man, Peter started counting down from 10.

"Ten, nine, eight-"

The man looked rather alarmed. "Wait, what's happening?"

"Seven, six, five-"

"Why are you counting?" The man asked.

"Four, three, two-"

Peter continued to count, ignoring the man and his confusion. "I-I don't understand!"

"One!" Peter exclaimed.

Just as Peter had finished saying his number, the man's phone buzzed from his pocket.

The man grabbed out his phone, eyes widening as he look at his notifications. Rue Paul's himself had sent him a DM!

He clicked on the Twitter app, looking like he was almost going to burst into happy tears.

"Dear Tom Holland, I'd like to formally accept you as one of next season's drag queens. Please respond with whether or not you would like to be on the show, and I will send you all the information you need. Rue Paul!" The man, Tom, read aloud.

"Did-did you do this?" Tom asked, turning to look at a smiling Peter. "Why?"

Peter laughed happily, happy that the man was happy. "I'll always help out a fellow drag queen in need, and you needed a push in the right direction."

"Your a drag queen?!" Tom cried, blinking at the teen.

"Only as a hobby! Anyway, can't you see how much you have to live for? I've lost my parents, my uncle, my aunt lives on the other side of the world, I have severe social anxiety, I get stabbed at least 9 times a week, I'm bullied by a rich ass thot, and yet I'm still here! Quoting vines and, ah, smelling pines?" Peter winced, making Tom raise an eyebrow at him.

"What!" The teen pouted. "Making rhymes of the top of your head is hard!"

Tom chuckled, but nodded. "Yeah, you're right. I think you should probably go back to your family now, they seem to be confusion and want America to explain. But, before you go I'd just like to say; Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! For the opportunity that you've given me! I can't wait to tell my family and reply back to Rue!"

Peter smiled happily. "Your welcome! And your right, my family is probably shooketh but so will be yours once you tell them! You should totally record their reactions and post it online, I wish I had when I told my dads I was a drag queen..."

The brunette teenager giggled at the memory of the shocked faces of his fathers. Once the shock had worn off, they took Peter to the mall to buy the sparkliest things they could find.

"Thank you agai- Hey, wait! I don't even know your name!" Tom said, making Peter pause just after he started walking towards the side of the building.

"Oh, right! My name is Parker, Peter Parker." Peter answered once he started walking again. He soon reached the edge of the building, meaning that he had to either climb down, reveal that he was Spider-Man, fall to his death, or do his fourth option.

He chose his fourth option.

"Wade! Catch me!" He called jumping off the side of the building and into Wade's open arms, nearly giving his fathers heart attacks in the process.

Steve looked over up at Tom, who had started making his way of the building, then at Peter, repeating this process three times. "So nobody's going to mention the fact that he looked exactly like Peter?!"

Tony sent a glare towards his fellow Avenger, answering him mockingly. "So nobody's going to mention the fact that you should be dead right now?!"

"Shots fired!" Shuri shouted.

"Direct hit!" Peter clutched his heart.

"Time of death; 1:43AM." Wade announced, smiling largely.

"Regenerating in 3!" MJ cried, smirking at the American stripper.

"2!" Loki yelped, raising his hands into the air and making glitter shoot out from his sleeves.

"1!" Ned finished.

Steve pouted, crossing his arms. "W-well you're just a poopy pants!"