When Peter had been twelve, he had no idea why he was feeling the things he had been feeling. His stomach would sort of do little gentle flips when he saw certain boys, some who were in the same grade as him, but then he also felt that way towards certain girls. That had confused him to great lengths and had went on incognito mode to search what on earth he was. He did some research and assumed that he wasn't straight, which was bad enough, because he had no idea how anyone was going to react. Especially his aunt and uncle.

Unfortunately, buzzfeed was no help, and he usually gave up on the fifth question because of how odd their questions were. How can you tell what someone's sexuality was by asking them what their favourite vegetable was? So Peter did some more research, and decided to just label himself as "queer," since he wasn't really sure what he was yet.

He didn't tell any of his friends for a long time. Like, a looong time.

He made another instagram account when he was thirteen, and made it a private account so that no one would be able to figure out who he was. Peter had a different account for following his classmates, and it was public, meaning that anyone at his school could find him if he tried hard enough. He followed a few lgbt+ accounts and chatted with other members of the community, asking for advice as to how to figure out what exactly he should identify as.

Over time, he slowly understood. He understood the fact that he was attracted to both men and women, understood the history of queer people, and felt more passionate about it. Peter felt as though he finally found himself the right label, and after a few months, he started identifying as bisexual. Although he didn't quite feel comfortable enough to announce it on his private account, he was starting to feel happier with himself, satisfied with his identity.

He didn't tell May about it, and wasn't able to tell Uncle Ben. He did tell May eventually, but only because he was forced to do so.

Let me explain.

He was fourteen, he had gotten his powers and his senses were all over the place, sometimes disorientating him. He had written a paragraph in his notes app, explaining to the few people who followed his private account that he was bi, and to express his gratitude toward the community for helping him get the advice he needed.

Unfortunately, Peter's powers were still in development that day, and he accidentally posted it on his public school account instead.

That had been a disaster.

The students shared the post with their friends, sometimes with positive remarks but mostly negative remarks. Michelle told him that she honestly couldn't care less who he loved, which Peter was thankful for. Ned had told him that it was awesome, and that he was still his best friend no matter what. Most of the older kids, like the juniors and seniors that he knew because of band and robotics club had also been pretty supportive of him, except a couple of close minded students.

It had been mostly Flash and the popular kids who had negative remarks, and had expressed them openly. That's partly the reason why Flash had become more horrible than he normally had been before, but it wasn't anything horrible. He just had to deal with people making homophobic and biphobic remarks around him every now and then, even though he so badly wanted to defend his community. Some of the closeted kids in his grade had come up to him and expressed how awed and surprised they were when they found out, and Peter made close acquaintances with them, telling them that if they ever needed to talk, that he could always come to him.

The hard part that year was telling Aunt May.

He didn't really have an exact idea as to how he was going to do that, and when he came home that day, he cried for a full thirty minutes in his room. May wasn't coming home until later that day, so he had maybe an hour until he decided he would come out. Peter had asked all his internet buddies and his minecraft friends on any ideas on how to come out, and even though they gave him pretty good responses, he still didn't know what to do.

Peter had decided to practice his speech in the bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror with a determined expression. He faltered a little but stood tall, taking a shaky breath, treating this as if it was the real thing so that when it did happen, he would be prepared and not as panicky.

"May? I'm bisexual." Peter had began, running his fingers through his hair in a stressed out sort of manner.

"But I'm still your nephew, and nothing will change that. I'm still the same person... I'm still the same person that I've always been. Who I love will never change that. You and Ben raised me to be kind and brave, and I.. I don't want to hide who I am anymore. I am bi." Peter had felt a surge of confidence rush through him, and he didn't even notice May in view of the mirror as he continued his "practice" speech.

"And maybe you still see me as a little kid," Peter continued, taking a deep breath, pointing at himself in the mirror, his reflection smiling confidentally at him, "but I'm my own person now. I know this may come as- as a shock to you, but it's my truth. And- a-and I hope you can accept that-"

"Hey Peter." May smiled kindly, and Peter jumped, just managing to resist the urge to cling onto the ceiling.

"M-May," he stammered awkwardly, the feeling of confidence quickly leaving him. "I-"

"Yeah, I know, you're bisexual."

Peter looked at her, confusion and a little glimmer of hope in his face. "How..?"

"I follow your account, Pete." She said slowly, and then it clicked in Peter's mind, and the kid groaned.

"Oh," Peter mumbled, and as an after thought, added, "are you mad?"

"I would never be mad." May had told him in a loving tone, walking up towards Peter so she could hug him tightly. Peter hugged her back just as tight, sniffling as a few tears rolled down his face. "I'm so proud of you, you know that? And Ben would be, too. As long as you're happy." She had pulled away after she finished that statement, and held his head in her hands, using her thumb to wipe her nephew's tears again.

Peter let out a breathless laugh as his tears lessened into quiet sniffles. "Thank you, that felt really good." He smiled lightly as he took a step back from aunt May. "Should I become a motivational speaker?"

"Absolutely not." May laughed, shaking her head as she ruffled his hair.

"Roger that."

"I'll buy Chinese, yeah?"

Almost everyone at school knew what he was, save for a few new kids that had transferred a few months ago.

Life was good, even if Flash continued taunting him and began making rumours about how Peter had done explicit things in order to gain his internship, and the most he could do was ignore those words. Ned and Michelle continued being supportive of him and they even went to their first pride parade together. Ned's mom had been kind and supportive enough to have bought Peter a bisexual flag, and Peter had cried and hugged her tightly whispering his thanks fifty times per minute. May had joined them and they all waved their little rainbow flags in support of the community.

It was honestly one of the best days of his life. There was even a float with people in avengers cosplay holding up flags. It was awesome. Though he could've sworn that he saw Mister Stark somewhere in the crowd at one point.

He hasn't told any of the Avengers about it.

Honestly? Peter wasn't sure if he wanted to.

The thought terrified him, because he had established such a good relationship between the members and he didn't want to ruin that. He didn't even know what their opinion of the entire thing was. What if they were like some of the students at school, where they'll say that he's just doing it for attention and tell him to just pick a side?

As much as he hated to admit it, Peter valued their opinions. Practically kept them close to heart. He remembered Tony complimenting him on his web fluid when they had first met and that was a long time ago.

So he hesitated on telling them for a long time. Then came the incident where Flash had locked him in the janitor's closet, and he realized just how much Tony cared about him. Peter thought about telling him, and it had finally been a week until he decided that he would just wing it and outwardly say that he was bi, coming to the tower with nothing more than a stubbed toe. It had been a good day at school today since Flash had been suspended.

What's the worst that could happen? Besides Tony lashing out on him and yelling at him and being homophobic and tell the rest of the avengers and mock him and- god, this was a terrible idea, but there was no backing out now, since he already asked Tony to talk in private.

They were walking into Tony's personal lab, and Peter asked his mentor to lock the door. The man had looked a him strangely but locked it anyways.

"So," Mister Stark grabbed two chairs and sat down, observing the kid as he nervously sat down in front of him, wringing his hands together, "what's so important-"

"I'm bi." Peter said quickly, holding his breath.

An awkward silence fell between them as Tony stared at Peter blankly, and the teen was about to open his mouth to apologize and probably say something self deprecating when Tony replied with,

"okay."

"Okay?" Peter looked at his mentor, surprised that he was okay with it.

Tony shrugged crossing his arms. "I'm bi too."

"I- huh?"

"It's not a huge deal, you know. It's okay if you're not straight."

"I- I know... I just... you're... wow." Peter stuttered, looking at Tony with a star struck expression. His mentor was bi. So was he. They were both bi. Suddenly he felt even more respect for the man than ever before, and it also felt like their relationship got a bit closer by admitting to what he was.

"So how'd you find out?" Tony asked curiously.

"You know the Maleficent live action movie?" His mentor nodded. "I was watching that when I was thirteen and thought, 'damn, Maleficent is h-' cute, I said cute. But then I looked at Diaval and said, 'wow, he's also cute.'"

Tony smiled and leaned over, patting his shoulder. "I'm glad you told me," he said, a genuine tone in his voice. "thanks for trusting me."

Peter looked up at him and gave him a watery smile back. "Thank you for listening."

They stayed like that for a while, silent but enjoying the other's presence, when Tony asked in a rather awkward manner, "so, anyone catch your eye yet?"

"Mister Stark, we didn't talk about my love life before, we don't have to talk about it now."

"Okay, good, cool, thank god."

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