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It won't be the first time and it won't be the last time.
Pretty much everyone who owns a binder knows you are not supposed to wear it longer than eight hours at the most and you certainly can't exercise in it, oh but Peter does.
He wears that expensive ass tank top for the eight hours he's at school and then the eight hours into the night he wears it when he patrols. By then his body is begging to be able to breathe again so he barely makes it home and strips it off behind closed doors where he throws on a lose tshirt to sleep in. But by then dysphoria is eating him alive and he wants to just put the damn binder back on, to hell with health. At least is mind is at ease!
Aunt May knew, that he was trans, not that he was Spiderman. Aunt May bought him his first binder, and then each one after that when he outgrew them or they were too stretched out. They tend to last pretty long so she can come up with the $40 every year or so. Peter thinks it's her way of apologizing for him not being able to get hrt yet. But she does her best; she clothes him, she gave him the money for a packer, she pays for professional haircuts most the time but other time does it herself, she feeds him and gives him a roof over his head, he attends school, he pretty much gets away with everything.
He had a cool new suit thanks to Mr. Stark. It's too bad the material clings to his obvious chest, so Peter definitely has to wear a binder under it. Which also is obvious but binder lines are much better than breasts. Maybe Peter can mess around with it to have a built in binder.
Peter was about to fall asleep when his eyes shot open and his sat up in bed. Dang it, he forgot his homework. Frick.
He's sure if he missed it the school would cut him some slack, he's a straight A student after all. But you never know when you might actually have to take "sick" days and miss school like he did when he helped Mr. Stark fight Captain America four months ago. That was so fun, but then again it really wasn't. In theory it was awesome but in reality Peter wore his binder more than he ever had, and when he took hits they were landing right on his all ready bruised ribs and sore chest. He thought he might actually die the pain was that bad, his breath so strained. Tony took it as "hey this is a kid we're talking about he did good but he's just a kid" and brought him home. Peter wouldn't nececarrily say that he doesn't hear from Tony, but he doesn't hear from Tony. He does leave Happy voicemails multiple times a day though and sometimes if he's lucky Happy will actually answer and talk to Peter.
Peter finished his Chem homework just before midnight thanks to it being his strong suit and only taking like twenty minutes. Six hours left to finish four more subjects. Not counting electives. Oh, yeah, and sleep. Ew, he hadn't even taken a shower in... How many days? Wow, okay. His life was falling apart. Thank God he doesn't actually have a job, too. But because of that he's damaging his possibilities of transitioning and paying a college tuition. He's just screwing up all over the place, isn't he?
He finished two hours later, not even bothering to get up out of his desk chair. He woke up like that, too, barely having enough time to pop an ibuprofen after throwing on whichever clothes smelled the freshest. Getting to eat breakfast with May and running out to the bus, he called Happy.
"Hi, Happy!" He greeted to the voicemail, "So, I'm getting on the bus now. I finished my homework early this morning but don't worry I still slept enough. I can-" he paused. No, he can't. He was going to say he could nap later but he can't. "I can catch up on my sleep -no, wait no!- I mean schoolwork, wait. I'm not behind. I just mean I'll have some free time on the weekend. So, yeah. Oh, hi, Ned! I saw my friend Ned. I wonder if he has some coffee or red bulls... Okay, I'll go now. Bye!!" Peter had gotten extremely good and knowing when voicemails cut off and learned how to end his side of the conversation before he was forced to.
"Sorry, man."
"Wha-?" Peter questioned.
"No caffeine. I do have some gummy bears though, want some?"
Peter shook his head. "No, thanks." He tried to avoid excessive amounts of sugar (unless it was full of caffeine), reading it boosted Estrogen which he did not need.
"So, ready for that quiz?"
"There's a quiz?!"