Freaky Friday (Peter x Reader)
“Mr. Stark, what does this one do?” You heard your boyfriend ask Tony Stark in the lab. As a part of the team, you actually lived in the tower along with your boyfriend, in separate rooms though. He had been a member for longer, but he was younger. He was in the middle of college while you would have graduated last year, if you had gone.
He was always so excited by all of Tony and Bruce’s work in the lab so he spent a lot of time shadowing them. You didn’t mind, you enjoyed reading and getting some alone time, especially today since you were on your period and your cramps were bothering you. As such, you were just lounging on the couch watching some mindless reality TV show.
Suddenly, you heard a crash from the lab. You ran in to see your boyfriend standing next to a puddle, “What happened?” you questioned him as you rushed him to a shower. “I’m not really sure, I put something on that shelf above me and the whole thing fell,” he told you, “Oh no, you have some on your shoes. It’s smoking! Take them off.” You rushed to take off your socks and shoes to wash your feet off. “I feel a little weird, would any of those chemicals hurt you if you inhaled them?” you worriedly asked. He took a second to think, “I’m not sure, but I think I feel it too.”
Tony walked in to see both of you laying on the ground, passed out. Panicked, he called Bruce and took you both to the medical wing he had. While you were getting treatment, he found the lab situation and got a robot to clean it up. He felt extremely guilty when he say that the supports on the shelf had been old and rusted so it probably snapped right off.
He paced outside of your rooms until you finally woke up. You felt groggy and heard him say, “It’s the middle of the night Peter. You inhaled some chemicals, but it looks like you’ll be fine.” You felt relief, but why would he say Peter? “I’m not Peter,” you mumbled, “How is he? He inhaled more than I did. I was only there for a minute.” You shot up, looking for your boyfriend. Immediately, your head started throbbing and you laid back down.
Tony looked down at you confused, “Who do you think you are? You’re Peter Parker. Can you tell me what year it is? Who’s the President? Who am I?” Once you answered every question, he looked at you with wide eyes. He left the room and dragged your body inside. He asked your body, “Who are you?”, and you responded, “I’m Peter Parker Mr. Stark, don’t you know who I am?”
Tony looked between the two of you in shock, “I don’t know how, but I think you two switched bodies.” You looked at yourself in shock and you stared back.
Peter, in your body, rapidly started apologizing, “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have put that on the shelf. This is all my fault.” You shook your head, “It was an accident, and this is weird, but neither of us are harmed so it’s all good. It’s an adventure.”
Both Tony and Peter seemed relieved at your laid back approach to the situation. Tony had a meeting, but he promised to work on the issue alongside Bruce and Peter in a few hours as he walked out the door.
Bruce came in and checked both of your vitals. He took some blood, did some quick tests, and confirmed that there was still nothing off, well except for the whole freaky Friday situation. As he looked over your charts, Peter suddenly curled up and groaned, “I think something is wrong. I feel like I’m dying.” Both you and Bruce were by his side in seconds, “What hurts? When did it start? What kind of pain is it?” Bruce fired off tons of questions to asses the situation. You grabbed Peter’s hand and squeezed, you almost started crying at the thought of losing him. Why wasn’t this side effect affecting you? Then, you had an idea.
“Hey, Peter. Is the pain in your abdomen and hips? Do you feel a little nauseous and kind of like your stomach is clenching in on itself?” You addressed him. It took a while for you to describe what you were thinking about, but when you were done Peter told you, “Yes, that’s it exactly.” Bruce and him looked at you incredulously. “What is it?” Bruce inquired curiously.
“I was on my period,” you informed them, “those are the symptoms I usually experience.” “Oh, then I guess you’ll be fine Peter,” Bruce said a little uncomfortably before leaving the two of you alone.
You left to grab a heating pad and some pain killers. You also made some hot chocolate. When you got back, you could clearly see that Peter was in pain, but trying to hide it, “I feel so stupid. I can’t believe I thought I was going to die.” You laughed, “I probably would too if I didn’t know what was going on. I brought you some things to help you.” You arranged the heating pad and got him to take the pills and drink the tea.
“There is something else that’s pretty helpful,” you told him and he looked up hopefully. You climbed into his bed and cuddled with him. You heard him sigh with relief and pulled him even closer, “You’re always so warm and it makes me feel better.” He hummed in agreement. Even though you had woken up mere hours ago, you were tired again and soon, the both of you had drifted off to sleep.
You slowly blinked away and realized that Peter was still in your arms. You took a minute to look at yourself from his perspective. Man, you seemed so small curled against his chest. He must’ve felt you move a little because he opened his eyes and looked around. When he looked at you, he jumped a little bit, “Sorry, I was a little scared to see my own face looking at me so early.” You grinned and sarcastically quipped, “Yeah, your face is pretty unnerving.”
You didn’t expect him to start crying. “Oh, right he’s on my period,” you thought, “wait, that doesn’t make any sense. Whatever, when does anything in this tower ever make sense.” You rubbed his back, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. You’re very handsome and I love waking up to your face.” He stopped crying and you kissed him. The kiss was abruptly cut short when the alarm on your phone went off.
“Take Out Your Tampon” flashed across the screen. Peter glanced down and read the message. His eyes grew wide as he remembered the situation he was in. “Can’t we just leave it in until Mr. Stark and Dr. Banner find the answer?” he spoke hopefully. You shook your head, “No, I’ll get toxic shock if we leave it in too long.” He tilted his head in confusion and you cursed school sex education in your head as you explained everything to him.
You went to the bathroom and grabbed a pad so he wouldn’t have to insert another tampon. After a little debate, you decided to just do it yourself. I mean, it was your body after all. Peter just closed his eyes, flinching a bit whenever you touched him, but it was over quickly. In the exact same moment you guys walked out of the bathroom, Bruce ran in, “I’ve got the solution!”
“You couldn’t have come fifteen minutes earlier,” you and Peter said simultaneously eliciting a laughing fit from both of you. You both got shots from Bruce and in no time, you were back in your own bodies.