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Peter felt like shit. He’d been feeling like this for the last two ish weeks. He swung and did flips in the air, but had to stop when he felt nauseous. Since when did he get nauseous from swinging? He dropped onto the top of some random building. Peter shook his head, dizziness making him lose his balance. What was going on? He never lost his balance. He needed to sit down. He sat on the edge of the rooftop and looked around Manhattan. He missed the streets of Queens, but if it meant he could live with Harley, he didn’t care. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Peter stood up. He stayed still for a moment, checking if the nausea was coming back. When he didn’t feel like puking his guts out, he shot a web and leapt into the air. Peter chuckled as there were shouts of,“Spider-Man!”“Do a flip!”“How does he do that?”Peter spun onto the air and the crowd cheered. They were always so excited when he flipped. They never seemed to get tired of it or cease to be surprised. Some people were concerned for his safety, which made sense, but he had been doing this for years.Peter reminded himself of the Saturday’s he would go and patrol in his hometown. He would visit May and see her smile and scold him about being careful. She would always tell him:“Why don’t you bring Harley over sometime? I want to see him again.”Peter would always respond with:“I will! I just gotta get him to let me swing him over.”He had once.<><><><><><><><><><>(Start flashback)“Peter! Oh my God! Fuck! Shit!” Harley screamed as he soared above the city. Neon lights assaulted his eyes as the ground became a blur.“Harley, relax.”“How can I relax when I could splat on the floor at any moment!” He could pretty much feel his boyfriend rolling his eyes under the suit.“I’m getting tempted to drop you right now!” Peter was panting slightly and his body was sweaty. Swinging must be hard work. Harley let out another scream as Peter catapulted them away.“Peter! I’m never ever doing this agAAAAIN!” He shrieked as they disappeared into the night.(End flashback)<><><><><><><><><><>Peter smiled at the memory and set off for his apartment. He was getting breathless after only three hours of patrol. Weird. Maybe he had just caught a bug. Even superheroes got sick sometimes. He zoomed over the city, making it blur into a bunch of fuzzy shapes and lights.Peter gently shut the window and removed his mask. His dark brown hair stuck up in all different directions and there were bags under his eyes. He turned and pressed the spider emblem on his suit, sighing as the fabric slid off of his small frame.“Hey there, Darlin.”Peter turned and saw golden curls and blue eyes. Harley smiled as Peter’s face instantly brightened. He walked up to his boyfriend and planted a kiss on his lips.“Hey, Harls.”Peter rubbed his arms up Harley’s back. He had been feeling a little bit off when he was away from his partner for too long lately. Strong hands came around his side and a chin rested on top of his head.“I get that you’re taller than me, okay? No need to rub it in.” Peter whispered gently. He pulled away and stepped over towards their bedroom. It was littered with clothes and gadgets here and there. Peter pulled out some fresh clothes from their closet and started to get changed. Suddenly, he really needed to pee. He hightailed to the toilet at full speed for the sixth time today. It must’ve been some bug to affect him like this. His entire body felt heavy. He was always tired and his back was killing him. Maybe all the swinging had caught up to him. Peter finished in the bathroom and began to get changed. Harley walked in just as Peter pulled his ‘I Survived My Trip to NYC’ top the rest of the way down his torso. They both slid under the covers and Harley became the big spoon. He whispered into Peter’s ear.“How was patrol?”Peter hadn’t done much. It had just been a few muggings and getting Hank the cat down from a tree, back into Sophie’s arms. She’d given him a soft pretzel in return, which he’d tried to say no to.“Alright. Got a pretzel.” He murmured. Fatigue was pulling at him and he couldn’t stay awake for much longer. He let sleep take him and lost consciousness in his boyfriend’s arms as a kiss was pressed into his hair.<><><><><><><><><><>Peter woke up to nausea setting deep inside his stomach. Getting up carefully to avoid jostling Harley, he raced to the bathroom. He retched over the toilet and wrinkled his nose in disgust at the smell. He rested his head on the lid of the toilet bowl, panting, and sighed. Wiping sweat off of his forehead, Peter felt a wave of emotions hit him like a tsunami.“Oh my God. I’m so tired.” His arms sagged by his side as he sobbed into the toilet bowl. He was exhausted and he felt terrible and his legs were killing him and he was crying for no real reason and-“Darlin?” Harley stood in the doorway, concern in his voice. “You okay?”“Yeah, Harley, I’m-“ he threw up again before continuing weakly, “fine.”Harley smirked. “Oh yeah,” his voice was dripping with sarcasm, “super fine.”“I should be okay to go to work.” Peter pressed his hands onto his legs and shakily tried to stand up. Pins and needles ram through his joints as he moved them after they had fallen asleep. Harley looked sceptical.“Peter, you can barely stand! Let alone work! Just take the day off.”Peter really didn’t want to, but he didn’t want to have Mr Stark see him like this either, so:“...fine.” It wouldn’t be too bad to take just one day off. Besides, it would be nice to have the house to himself for once. He started making a coffee for his boyfriend while he got ready, but the smell made him want to gag. What was that? He loved coffee. Especially the smell. Peter handed the portable mug to Harley and kissed him goodbye on the cheek, before watching him swiftly grab his bag and depart for Stark Industries. They both worked there and played important roles in the success of the company. Harley and Peter were both the heirs to SI, of course the latter was oblivious to that little piece of information. Peter suddenly felt the urge to pee again. He ran for the bathroom. Once he had finished, he walked up to his phone and googled his symptoms. There was a sharp intake of breath as Peter saw what came up as an answer.<><><><><><><><><><>Peter was transgender. He didn’t really put it on display, but he was. Everyone close to him knew, as well as his old high school after Flash had found out and told everyone. Peter had really hated those three months when everyone would look at him, judging him until something else happened and they didn’t care anymore. He had been really grateful to MJ for snapping at anyone that even looked at him wrong. Ned had been by his side the entire time as well, so he was never truly alone. Now though, with this question on his mind, he really felt like he was.Peter looked at the test in his shaking hands. The box he and Harls had gotten after they forgot to use a condom that one time still had a few left. He remembered the sheer panic they had both felt and then the relief when the test came back negative. Now, it was time for round two. Peter looked down and paled.Two lines.
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Peter stared down at the test in his hands. Two lines. That meant positive. There was another human being growing inside of him. Okay, um. Holy shit. Peter didn’t know how to feel. How was he meant to feel? What would he do? How would he-His panic was cut short by him throwing up once again into the toilet.“Ew, gross.”Peter flushed the vomit down and carefully stood up. He looked around his cream coloured bathroom. Oh god. How was he going to tell Harley? What would Harley do once he heard the news? What if he didn’t want to keep the baby? What if he left? What if he- what if-“Peter stop. This is Harley you’re thinking about. He wouldn’t leave you. Right?” Peter paused for a moment.“God I’m pathetic.” Peter leaned his head against the wall. He had to tell Harley. But how? What would he say? ‘Oh yeah Harley you’re gonna be a dad.’ Seriously, how would he tell his boyfriend that they were going to be parents before they even got married? Fighting the oncoming panic attack, Peter stood up and splashed some water on his face. He rubbed his eyes and muttered.“What am I going to do?”<><><><><><><><><><>Peter had a plan. He had finally thought of ways to tell Harley. Well, if he ever got the courage to actually go through with it. So, what he was going to do was wait for his boyfriend to come back to the apartment and greet him with a nice homemade dinner (thank Thor he hadn’t gotten May’s cooking skills). Then, once they were done, he would let Harley choose the movie even though it was Peter’s pick. After that, then he would break the news. Hopefully it went well. Peter looked at the time. 2:00 already!? Harley was going to be home in an hour(ish)! He had wanted to be with Peter because he thought that he was sick, so he had decided to come off work at SI earlier than usual.Peter began by putting the water on the stove and waiting for it to boil. Then, he put the pasta into the bubbling liquid and stirred it occasionally, making sure that no pasta got burnt on the bottom of the pot. Peter felt the worries of his current situation slowly start to ebb away while his brain took on the task of making the pasta sauce. Time flew and before he knew it, Peter heard footsteps outside the door and a familiar heartbeat. He felt himself instantly smile as he caught sight of blonde hair and strong hands shutting the door.“Hey, Harls.”“Hey, Darlin.”Harley came up from behind and wrapped his arms around Peter’s waist, kissing his neck and the back of his head. Peter felt the warmth of his arms heat up his own skin. When Harley spoke his breath brushed Peter’s ear. It was nice.“How’re you feeling?”Oh yeah. Harley thought he was sick.“ I’m fine.”Fine was far from what he was feeling. He was panicking so much. Luckily, Harley couldn’t hear heartbeats.‘Come on, Peter. Just finish this and tell him!’ He thought harshly. He could do this. He could do this. He could do this. Peter shook his head of his thoughts and continued to stir the meaty sauce in front of him. Harley leaned down to rest his head on Peter’s shoulder. He lifted a finger to taste the sauce but Peter swatted his hand away.“This is hot, genius.” He scolded. “I don’t want you to start crying over burnt fingers.” Harley whined next to him.“But I’m hungryyy.” His accent slipped through his voice as he complained. He sounded really drained from work.“You can wait five minutes for me to finish and then you won’t be hungry anymore.” Peter smelled the aroma of the sauce carefully. It was nice. The scents of the tomato mixed well with the meat and the tiny bits of sliced basil mixed in made it smell like heaven. Satisfied, Peter finished up the meal.Peter brought two bowls to the couch where Harley sat, scrolling on his phone.“Pasta’s ready!” Peter chirped happily. Harley looked up and smiled a perfect smile. Peter loved that smile. He loved everything about it.“I could’ve just come and get it, Darlin.”“I know.”Peter handed Harley a bowl and hopped down on the couch next to him. He leant into his side, where he fit perfectly, like it was made for him to burrow into, and sighed deeply. He took a bite of his spaghetti. It was warm and tomatoey, the meat chunks and basil adding in flavour. Not to toot his own horn or anything, but he was a good cook. Harley seemed to be having the same thought though, because when the boy took a bite his eyebrows shot up and he turned towards him.“Peter this is amazing!”Peter blushed and ducked his head. He wasn’t great at receiving compliments.“Thanks. Now, why don’t you pick a movie?” Peter suggested.“It’s your pick tonight, Darlin.” Harley looked confused. Peter never missed his pick of the movie.“You can do it today.” Peter watched Harley’s face carefully. He hadn’t taken into account that Harley might get suspicious.“Okay, what did you do?”Peter panicked for a moment. Crap! What should he say?“Uhh, noth- n- nothing!” Peter cursed his bad lying abilities. Stupid stutter.“Peter you can tell me. What’s up?” Harley looked concerned now. His forehead was lined with worried wrinkles, head tilted ever so slightly. Peter sighed. There was no use in lying. Too bad he couldn’t delay it until the end of the movie. He took a breath and began to speak.“Harls, I have something to tell you.” He put his bowl down on the coffee table and turned towards his partner. The other boy did the same, eyes narrowed.“I was going to wait until after the movie, but I guess I have to now. Um. How do I say this? So, you know how I was sick this morning? As well as all throughout the day?”Harley nodded slowly.“Well, I had a couple other things happen so I looked up my symptoms,”“You’re not dying are you?”“No! No, no, Harley. Um, anyway, so I took a test and…” he trailed off, carefully looking up at the love of his life, who seemed to not have gotten what he was implying yet. He continued carefully, “and I’m um, pregnant.”Something flashed in Harley’s eyes. Was it anger? Fear? Happiness? Pride? Peter really hoped it was the latter two. Oh god! What if he was mad? What if he up and left right in that moment?“Um, but I haven’t got an ultrasound yet because you know, I uh, only tested today and tests can be wrong, so-“Harley’s lips pressed against his own. They made a wet sound as he pulled away. Peter glanced up at him. He was smiling like an idiot. Peter loved that smile.“Darlin, that’s wonderful.” Harley leaned forward and whispered softly into his ear. “We’re gonna have a baby.” Those five words made Peter feel giddy. Harley wasn’t mad. He was excited. And so was Peter.“You’re gonna be a dad.” He singsonged.“So are you!” Peter giggled back. “Now, pick a movie.”<><><><><><><><><><>Harley grabbed his bag and walked over to Tony, who was hunched over an Iron Man suit.“Hey, I gotta go.”Tony turned to face him. “Why so early?”“Peter’s sick.”Tony made an ‘ah’ noise. Peter was always clingy when he was sick. Well, more clingy than usual. He was like a koala bear when he was sick. Harley, as well as everyone else that knew Peter, thought it was absolutely adorable.“Alright, bye!”“See you, Kid.”“Not a kid anymore!” Harley called over his shoulder as the doors shut behind him. He whistled while the elevator went down, leaning on the silver wall. There was a whoosh as the doors opened to a busy lobby. He waved to the receptionist as he exited Stark Industries. It was a ten minute walk to him and Peter’s tiny apartment. Tony hated it with a passion. It was half the reason they kept living there rather than the compound.Soon, he was fiddling with the keys before finally finding the one he needed to unlock the door. It opened with a click and he walked inside. Harley was greeted with the smell of basil and tomato. After a quick conversation with his beautiful boyfriend, he sat in the couch and looked at his phone. He had a text from Abbie. Squirt: how r uPotato Gun: finePotato Gun: u?Squirt: alrPotato Gun: goodSquirt: how’s PeterPotato Gun: he’s sickSquirt:😕Squirt: OofPotato Gun: he should be good soon thoSquirt: good“Pasta’s ready!” Peter called from the kitchen.Potato Gun: speaking of the devilPotato Gun: gtgSquirt: baiiPotato Gun: byeHarley looked up from his phone as Peter walked in, bowls in hand. He didn’t have to do that. Harley would have been fine getting it on his own.“I could’ve just come and get it, Darlin.”Peter handed him one and nestled into his side. He ate some of the spaghetti and felt his eyebrows lift. It was amazing. Peter really hadn’t gotten his cooking skills from his aunt. He turned to said boy.“Peter, this is amazing!”Peter turned a deep shade of red. He looked down at his hands and whispered thanks. He was adorable when he was flustered. The thing he said next confused him though.“Now why don’t you pick a movie.”Peter never missed the chance to pick the movie on his night. Something was wrong.“It’s your pick tonight, Darlin.”“You can do it today.” Red flag. Had Peter broken something? For someone with enhanced senses and abilities, he could be pretty clumsy.“Okay, what did you do?” This seemed to panic Peter further as he began to stutter out a response. “Peter, you can tell me. What’s up?”“Harls, I have something to tell you.” He put his bowl down on the coffee table and turned towards him. Harley did the same. They were sitting on the couch, criss cross apple sauce, facing each other.“I was going to wait until after the movie, but I guess I have to now. Um. How do I say this? So, you know how I was sick this morning? As well as all throughout the day?”Harley nodded slowly. He was getting suspicious now.“Well, I had a couple other things happen so I looked up my symptoms,” Dread filled Harley’s chest. Was something wrong with his Peter?“You’re not dying are you?”“No! No, no, Harley.” He let out a relieved sigh. “Um, anyway, so I took a test and…” he trailed off. Harley didn’t quite know what to think. What was he on about? “and I’m um, pregnant.” Harley blinked. Once. Twice. Peter looked up at him with nervous eyes. Those beautiful bambi eyes. The eyes that belonged to the person that was having his baby. A baby. A flash of protectiveness went through him. He would move mountains for this kid. He was going to be the best dad ever. No one was going to lay a finger on Peter, or the baby. Harley noticed that he had been silent for a while and Peter had started rambling about how the test might not be correct.Harley leaned in and kissed him, effectively cutting him off before he spiralled any further. Doe eyes met his as he pulled away.“Darlin that’s wonderful.” He whispered. “You’re gonna be a dad.”“And so are you!” Peter giggled. “Now, pick a movie.”<><><><><><><><><><>Harley glanced down lovingly at the tuft of messy brown curls leaning against his side. He pressed a kiss to them and turned back to the movie. They were watching a movie called ‘Uncharted’. It was pretty good if Harley was being honest. It had been on his watch list for a while and he wanted to cross it off. He felt the weight shift from his side to his lap and looked down. Peter was lying down now, face peaceful with sleep. Harley smiled at him. Peter, his angel, his star, his love, the carrier of his child. In that moment, there was nowhere else he’d rather be.He leaned towards Peter’s stomach and whispered gently.“Hey there, Baby. It’s your dad here. I just want to let you know that I love you, and your other dad loves you. We both love you very, very much. I can’t wait for you to be born. Can’t wait to meet you, and hold your hand, and see you. I’ll always be there for you, okay? Me and your other dad. Okay? I love you.”He really did. Harley couldn’t wait for his kid to be born. He was going to be the best dad in the world.
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Peter slowly made his way into the kitchen. He groaned and collapsed onto one of the chairs. He had barley gotten any sleep last night. Every five minutes he had to pee. After a moment of thought, he decided that he wanted to make pancakes. Pancakes sounded nice. So did grapes. Ooh, maybe he should put them together? Pregnancy cravings were weird.Peter began mixing up some batter and started humming to ‘Copacabana (at the Copa)’“Her name was Lola,she was a show girl.With yellow feathers in her hair and a dress cut down to there.She would merengue,and do the cha cha,and while she tried to be a star,Tony always tended bar.Across the crowded floor,they worked from eight til four.They were young and they had each other, who could ask for more?At the Copa,Copacabana.The hottest spot north of Havana.At the Copa.CopacabanaMusic and passion were always in fashionAt the Copa!They fell in love.”Peter took out a frying pan. He loved this song.“Copa,Copacabana.His name was Rico,He wore a diamond,He was escorted to his chairWhen he saw Lola dancing there,And when she finished,He called her over,But then he went a bit too farAnd Tony sailed across the barAnd then the punches flew,And chairs were snapped in two!There was blood and a single gunshotBut just who shot who?At the CopaCopacabanaThe hottest spot north of HavanaAt the CopaCopacabanaMusic and passion were always in fashionAt the Copa!She lost her love.”He poured his batter onto the hot pan, swaying his hips to the beat in his mind.“CopaaaaCopacabanaHer name is LolaShe was a showgirlBut that was thirty years agoWhen they used to have a showNow it’s a discoBut not for LolaStill in that dress she used to wearFaded feathers in her hairShe sits there so refinedShe drinks herself half blindShe lost her youth and she lost her TonyNot she’s lost her mindAt the CopaCopacabanaThe hottest spot north of HavanaHere at the CopaCopacabanaMusic and passion were always in fashionAt the CopaDon’t fall in loveDon’t fall in loveCopaCopacabanaMusic and passionAlways in fashion.”Finishing the song, Peter flipped the pancakes and felt his stomach rumble at the smell. He waited until they were ready before piling them onto a plate. He put the spare batter in the fridge for Harley to cook later if he wanted. Peter opened the door and saw the most beautiful thing ever. Whipped cream. He took it out of the fridge and bathed his pancakes in it. Next, he grabbed a few grapes and threw them on top. Oh yeah, that was perfect. He sat down with his plate of food and wolfed it down. He was so hungry that he didn’t notice Harley behind him.“What the Fuck? Peter are those grapes?”Peter slowly turned to face him.“Yeah, and?”Harley blinked slowly. Peter could hear him mutter something along the lines of‘You put grapes in whipped cream. That’s illegal’ Peter rolled his eyes and took another bite. Then, a phone call he’d made yesterday popped into mind.“Hey Harley?”“Yeah?”“I got us an ultrasound appointment for later today.”“Oh, I forgot about having to go to those.”“It’s at 1:00, so make sure that you’re ready to go at 12:45.”He got a grunt in response. Morning Harley wasn’t very talkative.“Also there’s pancake batter in the fridge!” Peter called out. He heard Harley say a quiet “Yes!” and smiled. He looked down at his plate. Had he finished already? He hadn’t even noticed. Peter put his plate in the dishwasher. He walked to the couch and let himself melt into the cushions. He sighed and looked down at his stomach. Soon it wouldn’t be so flat. He did notice that his abs were slightly less pronounced as before. He felt a surge of excitement come over him. He was going to have a baby. Him and Harley were going to be parents! He looked at the clock. It was 11:57! How had he slept in so long? They had to go to the ultrasound in less than an hour and he hadn’t showered yet! Peter slowly peeled himself off of the couch and stumbled into the shower.“Harley, I’m in the shower if you need me!” He called loudly.“Alright Darlin.” Harley responded. Peter undressed and stepped under the beads of hot water. He breathed in the steamy air, shutting his eyes as warmth trickled down his back.Peter stepped out of the shower and dried himself with his towel. It was a pale blue colour, while Harley’s was green. He started humming to himself as he put his clothes on. He ran a hand through his untameable curls and walked out of the bathroom. He checked the time. 12:34.“Harley, you ready to go?”“Yeah, just gotta chuck some shoes on.”“Okay, good.” Peter turned and looked at himself in the mirror. He didn’t actually look that different. He sure felt it though. Morning sickness sucked. When Harley came out of their room he practically dragged him out the door and down the stairs. They didn’t have a car, so they caught a taxi to the GP.When they arrived at the clinic, Peter got one of the forms to fill out on a clipboard. Him and Harley filled the sheet together and waited to be called in. There were a few people I. The waiting room that came and went, and soon a doctor in pale pink scrubs came out.“Peter Parker and Harley Keener?” she called. The boys stood up to face her. She smiled brightly at them. “I’m Dr Fraser. Please follow me.” She began to walk toward a hallway. Peter and Harley went after her, holding hands. She led them to a room and told Peter to lie down on the bed. He complied and lifted his shirt when she gestured for him to do so. The gel felt cold against his skin as she spread it, but Peter didn’t care as a loud thumping echoed across the room.“Is that?” Harley asked. The doctor nodded.“That’s your baby’s heartbeat.” She pointed to a shape on the screen. “That’s them there.” It was magical. Peter could listen to that sound for a million years and never get sick of it. That was his baby’s heartbeat. Nice and strong. Harley had a toothy grin on his face that Peter was sure mirrored his own.“How far along are we?” Peter asked gently.“It appears that you guys are about six weeks in.” Dr Fraser supplied. Peter raised his eyebrows. Six weeks?! He had only noticed his symptoms three weeks ago! This baby was stealthy. Dr Fraser started talking about things that were off limits like alcohol, smoking (not like he smoked anyway) and sushi (that sucks!), but Peter could only focus on the thump of his baby’s heartbeat. It finally dawned on him that his and Harley’s lives would never be the same. But, they were changing for the better. This baby was a blessing.After some thank yous and goodbyes, Peter and Harley were collecting ultrasound pictures and heading home. In the taxi, Harley turned to Peter.“Darlin, when are we gonna tell people?”Shit. Peter had forgotten about that. He didn’t know how he would even begin to tell people. Aunt May would probably be over the moon, but Mr Stark, he didn’t know. What about the other Avengers? How would they react?“Um, I don’t know. I haven’t really thought of telling people yet.”How would Ned and MJ react? Ned would probably cry with happiness, and MJ might even show emotion.“Well, I mean we should probably tell them before you get big.” Harley waved a hand at Peter’s stomach. Peter raised an unimpressed eyebrow. Harley continued. Whether he ignored or didn’t see Peter’s expression, he didn’t know. “I was thinking that we could tell May first, then Tony, then Abbie and Mum.” That sounded like a good idea. Peter nodded.“That sounds great! I bet Aunt May’s gonna be really excited.”“Or she’ll rip me a new one for knocking her baby up.” Harley deadpanned.“Please. She loves you!” It was true. When she had first met Harley, she had absolutely adored him, and, once he was out of earshot, told Peter that she would be his number one supporter if they got married.The taxi pulled up at their apartment building and they stepped out.“They need to fix the elevator.” Harley grumbled. “My pregnant boyfriend shouldn’t have to climb stairs.” Peter swatted him.“Hush, you. I’m not incapable of walking up stairs.”Harley rolled his eyes. “You will be soon.” They unlocked the door and walked inside their apartment. Peter kicked off his shoes and face planted into the couch. Harley lay down beside him.“You’re amazing.” He whispered. Peter smiled at him.“So are you, babe.” He leaned in and they kissed, lips softly brushing as they lay there on the couch. Peter pulled away, smiling like an idiot.“I love you.” He touched his nose against Harley’s. The boy chuckled.“I love you too, Darlin.”They lay there for a while, just the three of them, until Peter needed to pee again.“I swear to god, this baby is playing a drum solo on my bladder.” He groaned, after having to go to the bathroom for the fourth time in an hour. Harley smirked at him as he left.“Shut up, Harls!” He called over his shoulder.“I didn’t say anything!”“You didn’t have to! I can feel you laughing from here.”<><><><><><><><><><>Harley chuckled as Peter departed for the bathroom yet again, complaining about how the baby was drumming on his bladder.He hadn’t ever really thought about having kids. His father hadn’t been the greatest man and he didn’t want to put that on another child. Harley hadn’t been against having kids, he just hadn’t really considered it. But, when he’d found out that Peter was pregnant, he knew that he would never let anything bad happen to his baby. He already loved them and he hadn’t even met them yet. They, much like Peter, had stolen his heart the moment he heard them. This kid was going to be the luckiest kid in the world.
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The covers rustled as Peter rolled over to face Harley in bed. He had been thinking for a while, about how he could raise as little suspicion as possible before they started telling people. Harley looked at him, confused.“What’s up Darlin?”“I have to go to work with you today, so people don’t get suspicious.”“Oh yeah.”“But I really don’t want to.”“Then don’t.”“But then people will get suspicious.”“Darlin, I’m playing tennis against the drapes here.”Peter sighed and clambered out of the sheets. Breakfast awaited him. He walked into the kitchen and opened the pantry. He rummaged through, looking for something appetising. Harley soon followed, golden hair ruffled from sleep. He frowned as Peter took out some bacon and a small frying pan.“Please tell me you aren’t going to kill any food with grapes again?”Peter wrinkled his nose. He definitely would not be doing that today. His expression seemed to answer Harley’s question well enough though, as the boy let out a brief chuckle. He turned back to the stove and began to cook.\(._.)/ Jolene is here to present a time skipPeter felt nerves bubble up inside of him as he walked into the tower with Harley. Would FRIDAY scan him and tell Mr Stark about the baby before they could tell him? He and Harley had come up with a plan to get her not to tell anyone, but she could do it before they took action. Getting her not to spill the beans was top priority.The boys walked into the crowded lobby. It was bustling with tour guides, interns, news reporters and photographers. Peter slowly made his way through the crowd and into the elevator with Harley right behind him. Once the doors closed they audibly sighed. They had a moment of peace before FRIDAY cut in.“I believe that congratulations are in order, Peter.” The AI sounded happy.“Thanks, FRI. Um,” he looked to Harley for confirmation. He gave a nod, so Peter kept talking. “We, uh, haven’t started telling people yet, so, uh, if you could maybe please, not tell Mr Stark, or any of the Avengers until we tell them? Possibly?”“Of course, Peter. I would be happy to.” FRIDAY spoke warmly.“Oh my god, thank you FRIDAY!” Peter felt his stress ebb away a tiny bit. She wouldn’t let the baby bomb slip, he just had to hope he didn’t.<><><><><><><><><><>Something was up with Peter. Tony knew it. He had been coming to work, but he wasn’t patrolling. If he was well enough to come to the tower, why wasn’t he going out as Spider-Man? Peter always took the chance to patrol, especially when he shouldn’t be, so why hadn’t he been going out? Was something wrong?“Lucky Rhodey isn’t here right now.” He muttered to himself. The man always said that Tony was being a dad whenever he worried about Peter. He even had this thing he called his ‘dad sense TM’. Honestly, it was ridiculous. (Tony wouldn’t let him know how much he loved his protégé.)“Hey, FRI, where’s Peter right now?”“Peter is currently in his and Harley’s lab. Would you like me to tell him to come here?” Came the Irish voice of FRIDAY. If an AI could sound fond, she sure did.“Yeah.” That way he could ask him what was up. Maybe the kid was going through a rough patch? No, that wasn’t it. Peter wasn’t the type to take breaks. Then what was it? What was going on with his Underoos?Peter walked in, bambi eyes scanning the room until they landed on him. He seemed a bit nervous.“You wanted me, Mr Stark?”“How many times do I have to tell you kid? Drop the Mr Stark shi- crap! It’s Tony. Tony.” He repeated his name for extra affect. That earned him an unimpressed eyebrow. The kid must’ve been feeling extra confident today.“Okay, Mr Stark.” Peter cooed at Dum-E as the robot came over to him and waved his claw around. His own creation liked Peter more than him. Betrayal.“Anyway, I was just wondering if you were okay, because you haven’t been patrolling. It’s totally fine that you aren’t, just wondering why. You can talk to me if you ever need to, okay?”When Peter looked up from Dum-E, his eyes were wet. “Thanks, Mr Stark. I’m just taking a bit of a mental break from Spider-Man. Lately, it’s just been a bit challenging because I see things, things that no one should ever see, and it just all catches up to me after a while.” The kid had tears streaming down his face by this point. “Thank you so much for being there, Mr Stark. I really appreciate it.” Tony felt his heart warm. Why was his kid so wholesome?“You know I love you Peter.”“I love you too Mr Stark.”Before he knew it, Tony had an armful of Spider-kid. He wrapped his arms around him, resting his head on top of Peter’s. He wouldn’t trade that moment for the world.<><><><><><><><><><>Peter collapsed onto the bed. He was so much more tired than usual. He felt strong arms around him and smiled as Harley planted a kiss into his hair.“Love you, Darlin.”“Love you too, Harls.” Peter drowsily slurred. He was absolutely exhausted. Snuggling closer to his boyfriend’s warmth, he heard him whisper underneath his breath.“And I love you, Chickpea.”“Chickpea?”“Well, yeah. We’re about 12 weeks in right now, so the baby would be the size of a chickpea right now, wouldn’t it?”“Harley, no. It’s like the size of a plum right now, aren’t you?” He whispered the last part quietly to his stomach. Harley made a noise of confusion behind him and Peter rolled his eyes. Harley rubbed his hand against Peter’s belly. He heard his heartbeat quicken.“What’s wrong?”“Peter, you’ve got a bump!” Joy filled him. He had a bump! A small one but it still counted. He ran a hand over where Harley was rubbing. Sure enough, there was a small raised area on his usually flat stomach. You wouldn’t find it if you weren’t looking for it.“Oh my god! I can feel it!” Peter had never been so happy in his life. There was an actual physical sign that he was having a baby. “Hey, Chickpea.” He whispered softly. The name was pretty good, if he was honest. He would be perfectly happy to refer to the baby like that until they found out the gender and decided on a name. “Can’t wait to meet you. Me and your other daddy are so excited to see you.” He brushed a thumb over the bump until his eyelids started to droop and he began to slip away into unconsciousness.
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Harley glanced at Peter as they walked down the stairs of their apartment building. They were heading to the tower to spend the weekend with the avengers. Each step seemed to take a toll on Peter. He was panting slightly as they neared the end of the staircase, but scowled when Harley put an arm out to steady him.“I’m fine, Harley.”They carried their bags up to the sleek black car that Happy pulled up in and climbed inside.“Hey, Happy!”The man grumbled in response. Harley rolled his eyes and whispered gently to Peter.“Hey, you okay? Cause I know that you want to tell Tony soon.”“Yeah I’m fine. Just nervous. I want to tell him next weekend, but I don’t trust myself not to accidentally reveal the news on my own.”Harley frowned. He wouldn’t let that happen. “Darlin, we’re gonna be fine.”“What are you kids talking about back there?” Happy grumbled. “You gonna dump glitter in my seat?”That had been Clint. It was a pretty good prank though, Harley had to admit.“Happy, that was Clint!” Peter groaned.“Sure it was…” The man’s eyes narrowed as he turned back to the road. Soon, they arrived at the tower, their home for the weekend. Harley grabbed their stuff and went to help Peter out of the car. Peter swatted at him and got out himself.“I’m perfectly capable of getting out of a car myself!” He hissed as they waved goodbye to Happy. “I’m pregnant, not a bloody fall risk!”“I was just looking out for you.” Harley argued. Peter gave him a glare that would be scary if he didn’t love the person giving it to him. “You’re grumpy when you’re pregnant.”“I wonder why?” Peter’s voice was dripping with sarcasm.“Alright, Jeez.”The boys stepped into the tower, greeting FRIDAY as they passed the scanners. They went up the elevator, and to the avengers common rooms. When they walked in they were met with Clint playing Mario Cart with Sam and Bucky while poking halfway out of a vent. He was coming first, Harley gathered, from the loud cheering coming from the archers direction. Nat was reading a book on the couch, poised perfectly in a way that made her look comfortable, but also like she could spring up and kill you at any moment. Thor was animatedly telling a story (most likely of battle) to Bruce, who looked tired, and Steve, who seemed to have zoned out. Wanda was looking over Sam’s shoulder as he played, occasionally giving advice. Tony was sitting with Pepper by the coffee pot. They appeared to be in deep conversation. Heads turned to them as the elevator doors opened.“Hey!”“Kid!”“Harley!”“Pete!”“Hi!”“Spider-Brat!”“Potato Gun!”Harley raised an eyebrow at the nickname Tony called him. “Potato Gun?”“You love it.”“I really don’t.”Suddenly, a little bullet came shooting past everyone and rammed straight into Peter’s legs. Harley instantly shot a hand out as his boyfriend took a step back from the force of one miss Morgan Stark.“Peteyyy!” Morgan squealed with joy. The seven year old giggled as Peter lifted her up and rested her on his hip. He tapped her nose and chuckled when she scrunched up her face in such an adorable way.“Hey, little miss!”Tony stepped forward and gave Harley a side hug. Clint pushed himself the rest of the way out of the vent and fell to the floor with a loud bang followed by a clatter as he knocked over several things. Nat looked up from her book and nodded at Harley and Peter.“Harley. Детский паук.”Peter grinned at her. “Hey, Мама Паук.”“We’re just gonna dump our stuff in our room,” Harley heard Tony mutter something about how he and Peter should move into the tower, “so, we’ll be back.”Peter gently put Morgan back down before following Harley out of the room. They walked down the hallway until they found their door. It opened smoothly (Tony wouldn’t ever let a squeaky door so much as look at Stark Tower) and they stepped inside. There was a massive bed with navy sheets, a holotable, Iron Man posters (courtesy of Tony), and lots of other little bibs and bobs. Harley dropped their bags onto the floor and flopped onto the bed, soon joined by Peter.“So, I was doing some thinking last night, and I thought that we should probably start thinking of baby names soon. We can’t just call them Chickpea forever.” Harley ran a hand over Peter’s small bump. The boy hummed in agreement.“What about… Will if it’s a boy?” Peter asked. Harley looked over to him.“Veto. What about Kelly for a girl?”“We’ll discuss it later.” That was Peter for ‘no way in hell, nice try’. Harley rolled his eyes and glanced at the boy beside him. His unruly curls were resting on his forehead and his doe brown eyes were half shut. He had a hand resting beside Harley’s on his stomach and a relaxed expression on his face. Not long later, soft snores came from his direction. Harley smiled softly before standing up. He pressed a kiss to Peter’s forehead and then his stomach, before straightening up and walking out of the room.Once he was outside, Harley gently shut the door behind him. He paused for a moment, taking a breath, before walking into the room filled with avengers.<><><><><><><><><><>Natasha glanced up at the warm greeting being sent toward the entrance. Peter and Harley were standing by the elevator. The latter was sharing some snark with Tony when Morgan came zooming towards Peter. She narrowed her eyes as Harley instinctively stuck out a hand to steady him. That was odd. He didn’t usually do that. Had something happened? Filing her observations away for later, Nat nodded at each of the boys.“Harley. Детский паук.”Peter grinned at her. “Hey, Мама Паук!”Nat couldn’t help but smile back. She hid it well in her book though. Looking up again, she saw that Harley was being oddly protective of Peter. Peter himself seemed a little… off. He was acting differently. He was making sure that his clothes didn’t touch the front of his stomach. Why would he be doing that? Surely he wasn’t self conscious? Something was up with them. She watched as they left before turning to the others in the room.“Did they seem off to you?”She was met with shaking of heads and shrugging. Wow. How helpful. She would just have to keep an eye on them this weekend.Natasha snapped her book shut when Harley walked back into the room without Peter. He didn’t look as laid back as he normally was. Something was on his mind. He noticed all the people looking at him and shrugged, faking relaxation.“Peter’s asleep. He was really tired this morning.”Tiredness. Natasha stored that piece of information in her mental file. What was up with them? This weekend, she made it her goal to figure out what was going on.<><><><><><><><><><>Peter woke up to nausea in his stomach and raced to his bathroom. He emptied his guts out into the bowl before flushing it down and washing his hands and face. He sprayed some scented air freshener around to get rid of the vomit smell. God, he hated morning sickness. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment before gently opening them. He slowly walked out of his and Harley’s bedroom and into the communal kitchen. He mumbled a greeting to Clint as he opened the fridge. The archer was perched on top, eating cereal out of the box. It was weird, but Peter had learnt to embrace the shit that happened around the tower.“Ooh, good morning to you too, Spider-brat!”Peter threw a pillow that was sitting in the counter (why?) at him and smirked when he heard an offended “hey!”“Piss off, birdbrain.”Clint gasped theatrically. “You’re just like your father!”“Mr Stark isn’t my Dad!” Peter groaned. Why did everyone think that! He and Mr Stark weren’t even that similar. He was just a nerd fresh out of college, while Mr Stark was a literal billionaire that flew around in freaking Iron Man suit!Peter rummaged through the fridge before pulling out some cheese. He looked in the pantry and almost cheered hen he saw some of Bucky’s cookies. He grabbed a few and then put the cheese on top. When he took a bite, the taste was perfect. He would never eat this if he wasn’t pregnant. Peter heard a scared whining sound behind him, and turned to see a horrified Clint backing as far away as the top of the fridge would let him. To scare him further, he made direct eye contact as he took another slow bite, before walking off.When he had determined that he was alone, Peter lifted his baggy shirt and brushed a thumb along his bump.“Hey, little Chickpea.”He whispered gently. Before he could say anything else, though, he heard footsteps coming in his direction. He quickly dropped his shirt down and jumped onto the couch, pulling out his phone as Steve entered the living room.“Hey, Uncle Steve!”“Hey, Peter.”<><><><><><><><><><>“… and then he literally ate cheese with cookies, Nat. That’s illegal!” Clint finished his story and crossed is arms. “Ridiculous.”Natasha rolled her eyes, but put that information in that file in her head for later. Peter was eating weird foods. Interesting. He could be having problems with his metabolism, but he wasn’t going on patrol… what was it? He was definitely hiding something, and nothing went over her head. She needed to talk to him personally to get more clues. The kid was bound to let something slip. She abruptly left a confused Clint in the kitchen.“FRIDAY?”“Yes, Scary Spy Lady?”“Where’s Peter?”“Peter is currently in the living room of the penthouse, if you wish to speak with him. Do you want me to tell him to come here?”“No, I’ll go to him.”She set off in the direction of the living room and paused when she arrived. Steve was there too.“Hey, Steve, I think Bucky’s been asking for you.”There, that should get the super soldier out of her hair. For now. Peter looked up from his phone as she came in.“Hey, Aunt Nat.”“Hey, Peter.”She sat down on the couch near him and watched him for a moment. He was nervous. Why was he nervous? He was definitely hiding something. But what?“Are you okay? You seemed… off yesterday.” She watched as Peter’s entire demeanour changed. His muscles tensed and his expression screamed ‘guilty’. He suddenly didn’t seem to know what to do with his hands and his voice shook when he spoke.“What do you mean?”Natasha looked directly into Peter’s eyes and leaned forward ever so slightly. “I mean that you and Harley are hiding something.”Peter’s laugh was almost hysterical. “Hiding? Um, what would we be hi- hiding? Nothing is happening! No life changing events are happening right now. Harley and I aren’t hiding anything. In fact, we are being very open with you all. No secrets!” His eyes darted around the room as if looking for a possible escape point. “It’s not- I’m not- nothings happening. I’m fine. Harley’s fine. We’re all fine. No one’s life is gonna change in six months! I gotta go! Bye Мама Паук!” With that, he raced out of the room at a superhuman speed.Nat narrowed her eyes, absorbing all the information Peter dropped in that conversation. Something life changing was possibly happening. In six months. Was it a good change? What could change in six months? She was pulled out of her thoughts by a buzz on the couch where Peter had been earlier. He had left his phone. She lifted it up and saw a lot of messages from his friends, MJ (that girl would make a good agent) and Ned (somehow hacked Peter’s suit in high school), but as she clicked the home button, it opened. Her eyes widened as she took in what was open on the screen. That’s what was happening in six months.“FRIDAY, is Peter pregnant?”“Peter has asked me not to share that information.”Everything made sense now. Harley’s protectiveness, Peter’s weird food choices, his tiredness, the baggy jumper. It all added up. Nat felt her heart swell at the thought of her Детский паук being a dad. He would be such a good dad. Gently placing the phone down back where she found it, Natasha walked out of the room with the mystery solved and a warm feeling in her chest.<><><><><><><><><><>Clint was in the vents again. He had fled into the nearest one after he had set off a glitter bomb in Sam’s bed. It had been hilarious. He giggled childishly at the memory. Sam had been furious. Hence, the vents were his cover until he calmed down.He crawled around and took a turn left to take the route past Peter and Harley’s room to the kitchen. Then, he would get out of the vent and onto the fridge. It was the perfect plan. Clint shuffled his way along his path. Right, left, left, left, right, left, right, right, and another left.“Okay, almost to Peter and Harley’s room.”He twisted and turned his way through the ventilation system that he knew like the back of his hand until he heard voices. He was close to the boys’ room. It sounded like Peter was talking.“Harls, what about Jacob?”“That could work. Maybe for a girl Lisa?”What? What were they talking about? A girl what?Peter snorted. “Lisa? Yeah no.”“That was a pretty bad name. Okay, okay. I got one. What about Jessica?”“Oh I like that one! We could shorten it to Jess!”Were they discussing names? Maybe they were getting a pet? That sounded like a very Peter thing to do. Now Clint really wanted them to call it Jessica. Jess was such a cute name for a dog!Harley laughed from inside the room. There was a rustling sound and then a happy sigh.“I love you, Harley. You and our little Chickpea.”Chickpea? Clint narrowed his eyes as Peter continued.“I think Aunt Nat is onto us though.”“I’m not surprised. Count on her to go and find out possibly the biggest secret we’ve ever kept.”What did Nat figure out? The biggest secret they’d kept? Clint was getting frustrated with the lack of answers.“Well, I trust her to keep a secret. I love you too, Pete, you and the baby.”The what?! Clint made a choking sound.“What was that?!”Ah shit. Now he’d been busted. The vent cover flipped open and accusing blue eyes met his. He waved and chuckled nervously, before slowly backing away. Harley’s head disappeared and was replaced by Peter with a web shooter aimed at him. A strand attached itself to his arm and he tried to grip onto the sides of the vent as he was pulled backwards. Peter smoothly stepped out of the way as he came tumbling out.“Hey!”Clint put a hand to the back of his head where he bumped it going down. Peter and Harley were going to have a baby! That was insane! He didn’t know what to say.“You! And you!” He pointed to Peter na d then Harley. He gestured to Peter’s stomach. “And them!” Peter smiled and nodded at him.“You cannot tell a single soul about this, you hear me?” Harley threatened.“Woah, woah, woah! Calm down. I would never tell anyone that you guys were having a kid! That’s your secret to tell!”“Thank Thor!” Peter exclaimed. Harley put an arm around his side, resting a hand on Peter’s stomach, which, now that he looked, had a small little bump. It was weird, the thought of Peter and Harley being parents. Clint was really excited for them, but it made him feel so old.“How far in are you?” He asked.Peter smiled sweetly. “Uh, I think we’re about… fourteen weeks in now.”“That’s right.” Harley leaned in for a kiss.“Nuh-uh. Not in front of the kid. Not in front of me. It just makes me think of what you had to do to get pregnant!”“Ewwww! Clint! You perv!” Harley shouted. “Get back in the vents!”“Damn, okay. Congratulations.” Clint turned around and jumped back into the vent, shutting the cover behind him.<><><><><><><><><><>Peter watched as Clint scooted his way through the vents until he wasn’t visible anymore. He turned to Harley.“That was a disaster!” Harley nodded his agreement. They hadn’t wanted to tell the avengers for another week! Now both Nat and Clint knew. They had another person to worry about dropping the baby bomb. Nat wouldn’t reveal anything, but Clint? He had more of a chance.Peter groaned and leaned back onto the bed. Keeping secrets, especially ones this important, sucked. It was like in high school when he and Ned had to hide Spider-Man, but worse. This time, instead of nerds who didn’t know who he was, there were super soldiers and literal spies that all noticed him and cared about him! At least this time around he had Harley.He rubbed a hand over his stomach and shut his eyes. He was so tired. Harley lay down next to him. Peter opened his eyes and looked at him. They made eye contact for a moment, brown on blue, before bringing their heads closer together. Their lips met and Peter tasted Harley’s watermelon chapstick that he used. His shirt was gone, and so was Harley’s. Every muscle of his perfect body was exposed. He ran a hand over his abs before pressing his lips against Harley’s again. Their make out session was interrupted by FRIDAY.“Peter, Boss is asking for you to come to his lab and help with something.”The springs in the mattress creaked as Peter got up. Harley made tired grabby hands at him.“Noooo. Don’t leave.”“Harley I’ll be back soon.”He pulled a shirt over his head, pressed a kiss to his boyfriend’s cheek and then rode the elevator to Mr Stark’s personal lab.
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Peter paced from one side of the kitchen to the other as he waited for Aunt May to pick up his call. After what seemed like hours, her voice rang through the phone.“Hey, Peter!”“Hey, Aunt May!” Peter cringed at his voice crack.“What’s up?”Ah yes, why he called. “Uh, I was just hoping that possibly Harley and I could come over to your place for a visit tomorrow? We have something important to tell you that I want to say in person.”May sounded suspicious as she responded. “Sure. What’s the news?”“Well, I don’t want to say over the phone.”“Okay…, well, you guys can come over. Uh, come for dinner. 5:30.”“Okay, thanks May!”“I larb you!”“I larb you too!” Peter called as he hung up. He leaned his head against the wall and groaned. He was really nervous to tell May.“What’s up, Darlin?” Harley asked, poking his head around the corner.“I’m really nervous.” There was a pit deep in his stomach and he was fiddling with everything that he touched. It was a habit he’d picked up over the years.“Relax, Pete, she’ll be fine.”“But what if she gets mad? What if she disowns me? What if-““PETER! Relax.” Harley grabbed his shoulder, preventing him from spiralling. “Sure, she’s gonna be surprised, but in a good way! I was like that when you told me! I was super surprised, but I’m still here. I didn’t leave. Neither will she.”Peter looked up at him. “You’re sure?”“Definitely.”At Harley’s firm response, Peter slightly relaxed. Keyword being ‘slightly’. He still had to worry about telling Mr Stark and the rest of the avengers. Oh well, at least one thing wasn’t giving him nausea anymore.“Okay, we got this. We got this. It’s gonna be fine. We’re gonna be fine. Everything is gonna be okay.”\(._.)/ Jolene is back with another time skipEverything was certainly not okay. They were late because the taxi they were in broke down and they had left the rice that they were going to bring on the counter.“Parker luck.” Peter whispered in Harley’s ear. Harley just laughed. Eventually, the taxi was working again, and after many apologies from the driver, they finally arrived at May’s apartment building. They paid the taxi and then started the long trek up the stairs. Peter was starting to find it harder to put one foot in front of the other as they slowly climbed higher.“What is it with apartments and broken elevators?” He panted when they finally got to the top. Harley gave a soft chuckle and kissed Peter on the cheek.“Love you, Darlin.”“Love you too, Harls.”They paused in front of the door. The apartment that Peter had grown up in. That little metal number twenty had never felt so menacing before. He remembered that day when he had been walking home from school, and this perfectly good DVD player was sitting in the dumpster. Of course, he grabbed it and headed home. He’d opened the door to see the one and only Tony fucking Stark eating his aunt’s terrible date loaf. That day had marked the start of a long father and son relationship, though Peter would never admit that to Mr Stark.“You ready?” Harley asked, kind eyes shining. Peter gave a firm nod and raised his hand to knock on the door. He tapped it gently three times. After a moment, the door opened to a smiling May Parker.“Hey, boys!” She chirped. Her dark brown hair fell over her shoulders and her thick rimmed glasses were perched precariously on top of her nose.“Hey, Aunt May!”“Hi, May.”They walked inside and were greeted with the sweet sweet smell of pizza. Thank Thor May hadn’t cooked. Peter didn’t think that his pregnant tastebuds would have been able to take it.Harley sat down at the table and Peter followed him. They made small talk across their food with May for a while, until she seemed to have had enough with the mystery of why they had come over.“Alright, spill. What was it that you wanted to tell me tonight?” The woman glared accusingly at them from across the table and Peter saw Harley shrink into himself from his aunt’s stare. He took a breath. He couldn’t dodge it any longer. Time to tell her.“Uh, well, the thing is,” Peter began nervously, “so, um, I started feeling a bit crappy, and I uh, I looked up my symptoms, and I took a test and, Harley and I are, um, we’re gonna have a baby.”May’s expression instantly softened and the stress lines on her forehead smoothed out. A joyous smile spread across her face.“A baby!? Oh my god! I can’t believe that!” She jumped up and gave Peter a hug. He wrapped his arms around her back.“I can’t either.” He laughed. “You’re gonna be a grandma.”“Ugh, that makes me sound so old.” She sighed. “I don’t care though, you guys are gonna be parents!”Peter grinned at her as she gave Harley a hug as well. She was happy, so he was happy. May turned to the two of them.“How far along are you?”Peter glanced at Harley. “Uh, I think about fourteen weeks? Or is it fifteen?”“Nah, it’s officially fifteen weeks in a couple of days.” Harley supplied.May made a strange noise out of what Peter assumed was excitement. “Does anyone else know, or is it just us?”Peter chuckled nervously. “Uh, FRIDAY knows, obviously, Aunt Nat figured it out,” May made a ‘fair enough’ sound, “and Uncle Clint was eavesdropping in the vents so he knows as well.”May frowned slightly. “So birdbrain gets to know before me?”“No, no, no, no, no, no! We actually wanted you to be the first to know, but Uncle Clint was being a nosy ass.” Peter reassured. Harley nodded along as he spoke.“You guys wanted to tell me first?” May asked, tearing up. The boys slowly nodded and were suddenly met with a crying Italian woman clinging to their sides. “That’s so sweet!” She paused for a moment before asking. “Can I see the bump?”Peter grinned at her. “Sure! It’s not that big yet, though.” He gently lifted his shirt so that his aunt could see or touch, if she wanted, his bump. It was growing quickly. May gasped excitedly and placed a hand over the raised skin. Her fingers were warm and soft and Peter felt himself relax as she rubbed them over his exposed stomach.“Oh my god.” She whispered gently. Peter knew he was grinning like an idiot, but he honestly didn’t care because May wasn’t mad. She was overjoyed! All his bottled up fear and nervousness disappeared as they threw of them settled on the couch, Harley rubbing a protective circle on Peter’s bump.<><><><><><><><><><>“You can talk to them if you want to.” Harley offered, after Peter had fallen asleep. May nodded gratefully and leaned over to his stomach.“Hey, kiddo,” She whispered, “this is your grandma May speaking. I just wanna say that I already love you, and I haven’t even met you yet! Your Dads are so excited for when you come out.” She grinned at Peter’s relaxed face as he slept. “Um, I don’t really know what else to say, so, uh, I love you and goodbye.”Harley chuckled from the other side of Peter.The rest of the night passed like that, them having conversations, whether it be about the baby or the weather or something else, until the boys had to leave.May waved as Peter and Harley began their descent down the stairs. She shut the door with a soft click. Leaning her back against the wood, she took a wavering breath. Peter and Harley were going to have a kid. She gave a breathy chuckle and slowly detached herself from the door. She was going to be a grandma. That was unreal! She just wondered how Tony would react.<><><><><><><><><><>The blasting of AC/DC through the lab speakers was so interrupted by FRIDAY.“Boss, incoming call from ‘Underoos’.” She informed. Tony smiled. He hadn’t really talked with Peter or Harley much after the weekend they spent at the tower, so he was glad that he called.“Accept call, FRI.”She wordlessly complied and Peter’s voice rang through the room.“Hey, Mr Stark!”“Hey, kid. What’s up? Why’d you call?”“Oh, am I interrupting something? I can go.”Damn this kid and his low self esteem! “No, no, no! You’re not interrupting anything! What’s up?”Peter paused before answering. “Mr Stark, uh, I was wondering, and it’s okay to say no, if Harls and I could possibly come up to the tower early this month? Preferably this weekend?”Tony nodded, before forgetting that Peter couldn’t see him. “Oh yeah, that’s absolutely fine! Please come by! You’re always welcome to take your room permanently if you wanted.” Even though he knew Peter couldn’t see him, Tony wiggled his eyebrows to make the hint. He could practically hear the eye roll in Peter’s voice.“Mr Stark, it’s fine. Thank you!”Something crashed in the background and there was the sound of Harley’s muffled swearing.“Crap. Gotta go, Mr Stark! Bye, love you!”“See you, kid!” The phone beeped to show that Peter had hung up. Tony tried not to let the ‘I love you’ affect him (he was failing) and turned back to his gauntlet as back in black resumed.\(._.)/ Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, JOLENE!Tony tapped his foot to an imaginary rhythm as he wait for his kids to come to the tower. He sculled the rest of his coffee and went to put the mug in the dishwasher when FRIDAY spoke up.“Boss, Potato Gun Kid and Underoos have arrived.”He felt himself smile as he heard the sound of elevator doors opening and spun around to greet Harley and Peter.“Hi, kiddos.”“Hey, Tony.”“Hey, Mr Stark!”Tony rolled his eyes. No matter how much he tried it was always ‘Mr Stark’. Never Tony. He pushed his annoyance away for the moment, though and pulled the boys into a hug. After a few moments of peace, when Tony had his kids in his arms (plus his grandkid, but he didn’t know that yet), he pulled away.“You guys are lucky that Morgan’s just gone to dancing.” He remarked. “She would have knocked you right off your feet with the amount of force she would be coming at you with. Trust me, I know.” He did, unfortunately, know what that felt like. The eight year old had knocked him flat on his ass. His knees were no match for her speed.Peter giggled childishly while Harley just snorted.“Nat’s in the training room if you want to see her. I don’t know where anyone else is.” Tony informed them. They nodded before going to put their stuff away. They seemed off. Kind of stressed. But over what? Tony shook his head to clear his thoughts.He waited a while for Harley and Peter to come back from their room. They sure were taking their time. He waved half heartedly at Steve as he came in. Things between him and Tony had been a bit… awkward and tense since Siberia, but they were getting better. Tony would never forget the shield, made by his own father, slicing into his chest, or the cold expression on the captain’s face as he did it, but hey, things weren’t as bad as they used to be. They never would be the same as before the Civil War, but without that, there would be no Peter in his life. That boy had melted his cold, scarred heart and shaped it into something new, something better, something good. Peter had changed him for the better, and Tony couldn’t be more grateful to him.He grinned as the sound of approaching footsteps and laughing met his ears.“Harley!” Came Peter’s voice from the hallway as they came closer. The boys emerged, Harley piggybacking Peter while the brunette blushed a beet red. When they entered the kitchen he whispered something in Harley’s ear that Tony didn’t catch. Steve didn’t seem to either as the super soldier had the same confused expression that Tony was sure matched his own. He shrugged it off, and watched as Harley deposited Peter down onto his own two feet. They giggled and approached the kitchen, where Steve was cooking lunch.“Don’t forget game night tonight!” Came Clint’s voice from the vents. Tony hated when that birdbrain went in there.“Clint get out of my vents or I swear to God you won’t live to see another day!” He yelled.There was a clanging sound and the archer’s voice rung out again. “Only if you can catch me!” Tony rolled his eyes and nodded to the nearest camera, a signal for FRIDAY to pick up on. He was satisfied when he heard a shriek.“The bird is out of the vent, Boss.” FRIDAY reported, almost sounding happy.“Thanks, FRI.” He grinned. Steve gave him a side eye while Harley was laughing so hard that he had to lean on Peter to stay upright. Said boy was giving him a fake unimpressed look. Tony could see that he was barely containing his own giggles. Finally Clint had gotten out of the vents. It was a god damn miracle.“Yeah, but game night actually is on tonight.” Steve informed them.“Cool, I’m excited!” Peter responded. Harley nodded next to him. Game night was always more fun when everyone was there, so it was going to be great. The iron man gauntlet he had been working on came into mind.“Hey, you kiddos want to help me out in the lab?” He asked, even though he knew what their answer would be.“Absolutely, old man.” Harley grinned.Tony gasped in mock offence, a hand dramatically placed over his chest. “I am not old! I’ll let you know that I am only fifty five years young!”“You say it like that makes you sound younger.” Peter snorted from behind Harley. Tony turned to him.“Et tu, Peter? Betrayed by my own protégé? Treachery!” He waved his arms around theatrically to add affect. He noticed that Steve had kept suspiciously quiet during the conversation. He gestured to the super soldier. “You guys are calling me old, but look at him! He’s a grandpa! Let’s just go to the lab.” He grumbled. The three of them walked over to the elevator and rode it down to the lab. Tony pressed in the code to the door and it opened smoothly.“So, what did you need help for, Mr Stark?” Peter asked. Tony turned to a holotable and pulled up the coding for his gauntlet (idk anything about tech, okay?). Harley began to explain a possible solution for the problem. They worked like that for a while, until Peter spoke up.“Um, Mr Stark, we have something we wanted to tell you. We’re gonna tell the other avengers tonight, but we wanted you to know first because we’re closer to you. It’s kinda the whole reason we’re here.”Tony put down the spanner he had bent spinning in between his fingers and turned to the other two people in the room. “What’s wrong?”Harley took over on the talking. “Nothings wrong, Tony. We just have some news.” He had an excited grin on his face that made Tony want to know what they were going to tell him. “We’re pregnant!”It he was still holding that spanner, he would have dropped it in surprise. Sure, he knew Peter was trans and that it was a possibility for him and Harley to have a baby, but he wasn’t expecting it to happen so soon! They weren’t even married yet! How would they manage a child when they could hardly manage Dum-E? Then, Tony looked up at their hopeful faces, their eyes showing how they were praying for his support, and his stress ebbed away. Those two were made for each other and nobody would make better parents than them. Well, except himself. Once his near heart attack was over, he felt glee settle in his bones. There was going to be another little crazy kid running around Tony’s life. Wait, they couldn’t stay in their crusty old apartment after this! It was the perfect opportunity to make them move into the tower!“Well, you guys can’t stay in that shitty apartment anymore.”He watched as the tension in Peter’s shoulders loosened and how Harley’s stiff arms relaxed at his joke (it wasn’t a joke, he was being perfectly serious).“I’m not kidding though, that crappy place can’t fit a kid! I wonder where you could live?” He added sarcastically. “Oh, I know! Why not in your room in the very building we are standing in right now?”He watched as the boys rolled their eyes and chuckled. Peter smiled at him. “Thanks, Mr Stark, but I think we’re all good.”“Nonsense! You guys won’t have enough room for a baby in that shithole! I insist! For the good of the kid.” He tipped his head and looked k directly into Harley’s eyes. “It’s what they would want.”Tony swore he could see the point when Harley realised that there was no walking away from this deal. The twenty three year old rolled his eyes and reluctantly agreed.“Perfect!” Tony chirped. He figured that he should ask the normal questions that one should ask when being told that someone is having a baby. “So, how far along are we?” He placed his hands on his chin and leaned on his desk.Peter chuckled at the billionaire’s antics. “We’re about fifteen and a half weeks in, I think?” He look at Harley for confirmation and the boys have him a nod.“Are you- can I- can you tell that there’s a bump yet, or?” Tony hesitantly asked. The boys looked at each other.“Yeah. I guess? It’s a little small so far, but if you’re looking for it, you can see it.”If Tony made a squeak like sound, he would deny it later. He couldn’t believe that his not-sons-but-sons were having a baby. Peter and Harley were going to have a kid. Jeez, that was one sentence he never thought he would hear. He waved his hand around the area where he presumed the baby bump would be and started stuttering out gibberish. God, he never stuttered, this was really shaking him.“C- could- can- can I?” He managed to get out, gesturing at Peter’s stomach. The boy nodded and gently lifted his shirt. There it was. Tony felt his strong exterior melt away as his eyes took in the raised area around Peter’s belly. He brushed a hand over the skin and almost passed out then and there. Feeling the small lump on his protégé’s stomach really sealed the deal that Peter and Harley were going to have a kid.“Oh my God,” he whispered. Harley must have heard him.“Yeah, ‘oh my God’ is right.” He laughed and Peter smiled warmly at him. Tony couldn’t help but grin too when he saw the boy staring starry eyed at Harley. His kids were perfect for each other. Peter seemed like he had something else on his mind though.“Uhh, we were wondering it you might want to maybe be the baby’s granddad? It fine if you don’t want to or if it’s weird, just Harley and I always kinda saw you as a dad figure, soooo…” the boy trailed off, slowly looking up at his father figure. For one of the first times in his life, Tony was rendered speechless. His kids wanted him to be the Grandpa of their baby.“Of course! Of course! I’m so excited!” He went in for another hug. He treasured that the boys told him before the other avengers. Well, except Nat and Clint as he later found out, but Clint was a vent rat and Nat was Nat. Nothing got past her.
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Peter was starting to regret telling Mr Stark about the baby before the rest of the Avengers. Harley was already smothering him, but Mr Stark made it almost impossible for him to be standing without someone at least two meters away from him. He wasn’t a god damn fall risk! Mr Stark had already planned their move into the tower. It was next week. It was all happening so fast!He started to get up from the couch and huffed in annoyance at Harley’s not-so-subtle protective side eye. Peter glared daggers at him, trying to send a message that no, he was not going to fall over just because he’d decided to stand up. Harley seemed to get the message, as he faltered in his mission to get up and help. Peter tossed his head sassily and walked into the kitchen.The fridge was fully stocked. Peter almost jumped for joy when he saw some leftover buttercream from when Mr Rogers and Mr Barnes had made a cake. He grabbed a bowl and some cashews from the pantry. Smiling, Peter spooned large scoops of buttercream into his bowl (Iron Man themed, curtesy of Mr Stark) and sprinkled the cashews on top. He paused as he heard an approaching heartbeat and footsteps. The quicker pulse pattern hinted that it was Mr Barnes. He froze, trying to hide his food for a reason he didn’t know.“Hey, Mr Barnes!” He chirped as the man came in.“Hey, Pete.” The super soldier greeted. He rummaged around the pantry before pulling out some bread. He put it in the toaster and turned to the boy. Mr Barnes eyes widened as he took in Peter’s food.“Um, interesting choice.” He mumbled. Peter blushed a deep red. He grabbed some oranges from the fruit bowl and scurried away, leaving a very confused man in his wake.As he walked into the living room, he saw Clint and Sam playing Mario Cart, Wanda cheering them on while Thor just watched. Mr Stark and Harley were nowhere to be seen, so Peter relaxed, finally free of their smothering. His eyes narrowed at the concerned side eye Clint gave him, but other than that, nothing was out of the ordinary. Peter melted into the couch, food in hand, and shut his eyes for a moment. He let out a breath didn’t know he had been holding and opened them again.A while had passed of Peter watching the others play, occasionally joining in himself, when Clint suddenly got up.“What’s the time?” He asked.“It is currently 4:00pm, Birdbrain.” FRIDAY responded. Clint grumbled at the name, while Sam cackled. He glared at him.“When are we gonna start game night? I wanna get Sam drunk so he spills his secrets.” Clint asked, rubbing his hands together. He jumped into the closest vent, scurrying away, most likely trying to find the others and bring them over so they could start. Peter grunted and got up off the couch to wash his bowl before they started to pull out Monopoly and he couldn’t leave without someone (Clint) stealing his money. He quickly washed and dried the ceramic bowl and went back into the central living space. His eyes widened as he took in the chaos that was happening.The room was a war zone. Pillows were flying everywhere, people were ducking behind chairs, someone had gotten toilet paper rolls to make a wall. It was a bloodbath. Peter didn’t k ow what to do, so he just stood there, takin it in. That was when Pepper walked in. As if her powerful aura was sensed by everyone, the room went silent. Everyone froze. All heads comically turned to her as she entered, like deer caught in headlights. The powerful woman raised an eyebrow.“What’s going on here?”It was silent for a few moments, before Clint decided to speak up.“Nothing?” The archer squeaked. Pepper just sighed.“I just got Morgan to sleep. Clean this up, then we do game night.” She was met with groans from everyone (except Nat), but with her glare, they shut up. Peter went to help out with getting all the toilet rolls (how had Clint gotten them here so quick? He was gone for five minutes!) back into the guest bathroom. He saw Mr Stark give him a worried glance as he bent down, but decided to ignore it.Finally, the common living area was once again clean. Peter snuggled up next to Harley on the love seat, Clint was on the floor, Tony, Pepper, Rhodey and Bruce took up the couch, Nat was on the recliner, Thor was on the floor next to Clint, Wanda was cuddled up next to Vision, and Bucky, Sam and Steve were sitting on beanbag chairs. Everyone had a drink in their hands, Peter and Tony had glasses of water, while the others had alcohol.“Okay, let’s start this simple,” Clint began, “um, never have I ever… had sex.”Everyone took a sip of their drinks. Several ‘ooh’s came from the less mature people directed at Peter and Harley, who glared at them.“Never have I ever… lifted my hammer!” Thor boomed. Tony rolled his eyes as the god took a drink.“Never have I ever… gotten food poisoning from food I knew was out of date.” Sam suggested. Peter, Tony, Harley, Bruce, Clint, Sam, and surprisingly Natasha took a drink from their cups.Next it was Steve’s turn. “Never have I ever been scared by Peter on the ceiling at night.” Everyone took big sips except for Peter, Nat, Thor, and Pepper. Peter gasped theatrically in mock offence.“Never have I ever embarrassed myself on television.” Bucky smirked at Steve. The super soldier blushed and drank along with Tony and a suddenly quiet Peter.“Wait, wait. We know Tony has, and Steve has with the Star Spangled Man With A Plan shit, but Peter? What’s yours?” Rhodey asked. The boy blushed heavily and whispered underneath his breath.“It was a dare.”“I can’t hear you Underoos! Spill!” Tony teased.Peter huffed as Nat gave him a knowing look. Of course she knew his darkest secret.“MJ dared me to do a Lip Sync Battle against her. She did the song 24 karat magic and I did… something else. I won though.” He explained blankly. Tony tapped at his phone for a moment before the very thing he had been talking about appeared on the TV.“Mr Stark. No. Please. I want to keep my dignity.” He tried, but the man didn’t listen and the video played. Everyone bounced with MJ as she popped and locked up on stage. They grinned as Peter showed up in a too big suit. Oh, were they in for a ride.Sounds of confusion were made as he disappeared behind a wall of umbrellas. Then, the music changed and Peter emerged, dressed in fishnets and cuff links. The room erupted into cheers and laughs as he danced around on stage and gave MJ a lap dance. Peter was blushing so much that he looked like a tomato. On screen, rain started bucketing down, sparklers we’re going off and he began to do all sorts of moves, ending with a backflip and a deafening applause both from on screen and in the Avengers common room.“Not gonna lie, kid that was pretty good!” Bucky laughed.“I wasn’t expecting the… fishnets.” Tony added. Most were still recovering from what they were just exposed to.“You still got that costume?” Harley whispered in his ear.“Really, Harls?” Peter gave his boyfriend a disapproving look before adding, “I do still have it though.” Harley gave him a crooked grin and a peck on the lips.“Never have I ever done something incredibly stupid without backup.” Nat prompted.Everyone but Nat, Pepper, and Bruce took an embarrassed sip of their drinks.“Never have I ever… had a near death experience.” Tony shrugged. Peter glanced around as he took his sip with everyone else. Pepper was next.“Never have I ever hidden an injury.” She passive aggressively hinted at Peter and Tony as they took swigs of their waters.“Never have I ever caused a fire alarm to be triggered by making noodles.” Rhodey teased. Tony huffed and drank.“I came here to have a good time, but I’m honestly feeling really attacked right now.”Harley and Peter gasped at the Vine reference as Bruce began his turn.“Never have I ever stolen something expensive.”“How expensive are we talking?” Tony asked.“Above $750.” Nat cut in. She, Tony, Rhodey, Peter, Clint, Harley, and Sam took drinks.“I stole Flashes car.” Peter shrugged at the looks he was getting.“Never have I ever tried to fix something but break it infinitely more.” Vision continued. Almost every single person in the room took a drink.“Alright, never have I ever, accidentally managed to get into another country.” Wanda prompted. Peter, along with a few others, drank. He got some weird looks from Steve and Bucky.“I fell into a cargo train carriage and got shipped to Georgia a few years ago. There were some nice people there that helped me out, though. They had the craziest car. It was bright orange with a big 01 on the side…” he trailed off, remembering that weekend. Those cousins were so nice to help him.Next, it was Harley’s turn. He gave Peter a look before he started. The look in his shining blue eyes had a meaning behind it. ‘Can we tell them?’ It asked. Peter was so glad that he and Harley could read each other’s facial cues. He gave a quick nod, to which Harley took his hand as he spoke.“Never have I ever been pregnant.” Pepper took a sip while everyone looked at Harley in confusion. Peter smiled and drank the rest of his water. A collective gasp went around the room.“Surprise!” Peter watched their faces as the news sunk in. Nat and Clint were smirking, having known first, but Peter could see them hiding grins. Bruce’s eyebrows were raised to his hairline and he had a big goofy smile on his face, Tony was grinning like a madman, Pepper squealed and ran over to give Peter a hug, Sam’s eyes were popping out of his head, Steve was crying, Wanda jumped up, Bucky and Thor looked proud, Vision was beaming and Rhodey was sporting a massive smile. Never Have I Ever long forgotten, Pepper wrapped her arms around him and Harley, and he could hear her soft sniffles in his ear.“Honey, this is amazing!” She managed through tears as she pulled away. Peter beamed at her.“I know! I’m so excited!”“How far in are you guys?” Bruce asked gently.“About fifteen weeks.” Harley answered, pride lining his voice.“Fifteen weeks,” Sam whispered.“Are you showing yet?” Wanda asked. Peter could hear the excitement in her voice.Before Peter could answer the question, Harley lifted his shirt. Peter slapped his hand away.“Harley!”“Wow, the motherly instincts are already kicking in.” His boyfriend teased. Wanda let out a squeal at Peter’s small bump. He saw Nat drop her steely mask for a moment out of the corner of his eye, but didn’t say anything.“Are you moving into the tower?” Bruce asked. Peter sighed.“Yeah, Mr Stark already forced us into that. We’ll be moving in next week.”“Which is a good thing. You can’t raise a kid in that piece of shit apartment!” Tony interrupted. Harley rolled his eyes at the billionaire.“Yeah, yeah, okay. We get it.”“I’m so excited for you guys!” Wanda squealed. She wrapped Peter up in her arms and whispered into his ear. “If there’s anything you need, and I mean anything, please let me know so I can help.”Peter smiled at her as she pulled away. “Thanks Wanda.” He turned around to face the rest of the Avengers in the room. “But just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean that I need to be treated like I could break at any second.” He made a pointed glare at Tony and Harley in particular. Huffing, he sat back down on the love seat with his boyfriend and they continued the game.<><><><><><><><><><>Hours later, the group was watching a movie called ‘Spies in Disguise’. Harley combed his fingers through Peter’s hair. His soft and even breathing pattern hinted that he had fallen asleep. Steve and Bucky had turned in early, Nat had gone to the training room, and everyone else had fallen asleep. Or so he thought. Harley raised an eyebrow in her direction when he caught Pepper not so subtly smiling at him in the corner of his eye.“What’s up?” He asked.“Nothing. I just can’t believe that you two are going to have a kid.” Pepper shrugged. “God, that sentence sounds so weird.”Harley laughed, careful not to jostle a sleeping Peter. “Yeah. It’s crazy. I can’t even believe it sometimes.”He sighed and ran his fingers through Peter’s unruly curls. His boyfriend hummed contently in his sleep.“If you ever need help without Tony’s smothering, you or Peter, even with the small things, I’m here, okay?” Pepper offered. Harley gave her a grateful nod.“Thanks, Pepper.”“No worries.”Harley smiled. With the help from their dysfunctional family, he and Peter were going to be just fine.