#spiderman blurb

Summary:When you and Peter begin working on an assignment for your Child Development class and Morgan overhears your discussions, she starts to think that you and Peter are actually expecting a baby, leading to a lot of confusion and a very pissed off Tony.

Word Count:3.8k

Warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of pregnancy and childbirth, swearing, typos

a/n: just something nice and fluffy before the last chapter of bty comes out and crushes everyone’s souls 

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“MJ is so pissed,” Peter laughed as the two of you walked hand in hand into the penthouse of the tower, “she said Flash has already made three misogynistic remarks and eight ‘that’s what she said’ jokes.” 

“Oh god,” you chuckled, “she’s gonna kill him.” 

Peter’s phone buzzed again, “nine jokes,” he updated with a smile, texting her back a frowny face. 

“I’m just glad we got paired together,” you said as you set your backpack on the kitchen counter, “I mean imagine if you got paired with Flash… or worse, if I got paired with Flash.” You grimaced at the thought. 

“Flash was ten times more likely to wind up dead if he got paired with you rather than MJ, so I’d say he’d be the one with the short end of the stick there,” Peter joked, setting his bag next to yours as you rooted through the fridge for some juice. 

“You’re right,” you agreed with a smile, “besides, it would never come to that because you would do the gentlemanly thing and switch partners with me, right?”

You turned to Peter with apple juice in your hand. Peter wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to your forehead, “Aw babe,” he cooed, “no chance in hell.” 

You pulled away with a laugh, setting the apple juice on the counter behind you, “You’re lucky you’re so cute, Parker,” you smiled. 

Peter’s cheeks flushed pink as you looked up at him and batted your eyelashes. He smiled down at you, flicking his eyes between your gaze and your plush lips, just begging for a kiss. 

“What?” you asked coyly, bringing your hand up to the back of his head and playing with the curls that grew there. 

“Stop looking at me like that,” Peter muttered as he leaned into you and your temptress ways, “we need to work on our project soon.” 

“Mhm,” you hummed, “and?” 

“You’redistracting me,” Peter’s breath was minty on your face as he spoke, lips inching closer to yours. 

“Am not,” you bit your lip. 

Peter leaned in fully, closing the gap between the two of you, but just when his lips met yours—ding! The elevator door opened. 

“Hands off my daughter, Underoos,” Tony said, not even looking up from his phone as he walked into the penthouse. 

Peter immediately took a huge step away from you, quickly busying himself with getting glasses from the cabinet for the apple juice. 

“Dad,” you groaned, walking over to your backpack to get your computer and homework out, “I thought you were in Spain.” 

“It was Prague,” Tony corrected, “and I just got off the jet. Is this what you guys do whenever I leave?” He asked, looking up from his phone and pointing between you and Peter with a disgusted look on his face. 

“N-No, of course not, Mr. Stark—” Peter began, turning towards his mentor, but you cut him off. 

“Only if there’s no one else home,” you shrugged. Peter snapped his head towards you and widened his eyes, “What?” you held your hands up in defense, “There’s no point in lying.” 

Tony pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a long sigh, “I hate teenagers,” he groaned as he walked away towards the living room. 

“That… went surprisingly better than I thought it would,” Peter noted as he set your glass of apple juice next to your notes. 

“He’s tired,” you said, “we’ll probably get a stern talking to about protection and all that later. Or better yet, he’ll have Steve give us the lecture,” you grimaced at the thought. 

“I can’t go through another one of those talks,” Peter groaned, taking a seat next to you at the counter, “May found the condoms I bought before I got a chance to put them away and every time she mentioned sex during the entire conversation she called it “fornicating”.”

You laughed and elbowed Peter’s arm, “I’ll do you one better,” you proposed, “Steve still refers to it as “fonduing”.” You wiggled your eyebrows at Peter as you said it, making him laugh along with you. 

After your laughter died down you pulled up the assignment you were given on your computer, “Okay,” you began, “Mrs. Horn said that we’re getting the dolls on Monday so this weekend we have to have typed out a birth plan, daily schedule, and list of notable child physicians in the area that we could go to.” 

“Okay,” Peter nodded, opening his laptop as well, “what do you want to start first?” 

“Birth plan probably,” you began typing on a shared document with Peter, “she said it has to be at least one page and include alternate plans for worst-case scenarios. So we should do our regular birth plan and then we could do one like if something bad were to happen.” 

You began typing out the plan of what you would want to do if you were really having a baby. Peter watched as you wrote out all of the plans, taking note of how quickly you seemed to figure this all out. 

“This feels so weird,” Peter mumbled. 

“What do you mean?” you asked, looking over at him. 

“It feels kind of real,” he explained, “like, have you thought about this?” 

“Not particularly,” you shrugged, “I mean, sometimes. I just think logically I will probably have kids, so it’s good to know ahead of time how I want them to come into the world and how I plan to raise them and all that jazz.”

“Yeah,” Peter nodded.

“Do you want to change anything on here?” you asked, “I mean, it’s your kid too.” you joked, nudging Peter slightly. 

“N-No,” Peter shook his head, “it all looks really good,” he smiled, mesmerized by the thought of having children with you and starting a family one day. 

Of course, it was way too early to even think of that, let alone make plans for it, but knowing that you also thought about these scenarios made Peter’s heart soar. 

He’d always felt—at least in some small part of him—like your feelings for each other were one-sided. Or maybe not one-sided completely, but at least he thought that he loved you more or cared about your relationship more than you did. But this project you’d been given was easing those worries little by little. It might not have meant nearly as much to you, but to Peter, it meant the world to know that you thought of the future like this. Possibly a future with him.

“Oh, and names,” you said, looking up from your laptop to Peter, “one boy name and one girl name since Mrs. Horn is randomly assigning the babies to each pair so we won’t know if we get a boy or a girl until Monday.” 

“That’s dumb,” Peter said, “don’t people usually know beforehand? So they can know what clothes to buy and stuff.” 

“Yeah, but I guess some people like surprises like that,” you shrugged, “I would want to know as soon as possible.”

“Mhm,” Peter agreed.

“Okay, so names,” you started typing out a section for that on the document, “any ideas?” 

“Hm,” Peter thought about it for a moment, “how about Hans, like from Star Wars.” 

“Wow,” you nodded, “even for our fake kid I hate it.” 

Peter shook his head, “Well what do you want to name it?” 

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, “even though this is all fake and stuff, it’s good practice. That’s why we took the class—”

“We also both needed another elective credit,” Peter mumbled. 

“So I don’t just want to pick some random names and be done with it,” you explained. 

“Well,” Peter began, “if I had a girl, I’d want to name her May because May has always been such a big part of my life. I’d want to honor her by doing that.” 

“Okay,” you nodded with a smile, “I really like that. Want to add a middle name?” 

“You can pick.” 

“I like Louise,” you typed it out, “she’s my favorite character in Bob’s Burgers,” you smiled. 

“Perfect,” Peter agreed, “and for a boy?” 

“Anthony?” you asked, “After my dad, and then Ben for a middle name, after your uncle,” you typed it out as you spoke before looking up at Peter, “what d’you think?” 

“I-I really like that,” Peter nodded, a small smile dancing on his lips. 

“Okay,” you closed your laptop, “that’s enough for one day. We can look for child physicians tomorrow.”

Ding! As you and Peter finished up your work in the kitchen, Morgan was just coming up to the penthouse, just now returning from school herself. 

“Hey little miss,” you smiled when you saw her, but you frowned when you saw the small pout on her face, “what’s wrong?” 

“‘M not any good at kindergarten,” Morgan pouted, “I messed up reading during read-aloud time.” 

“That’s okay, Morg,” you tried to reassure her, “one mistake doesn’t mean that you’re not good at something. Peter makes mistakes all the time, but he’s still a really good Avenger,” you said, patting your boyfriend on the shoulder. 

“Yeah, I always make mistakes,” Peter nodded, “but it helps because then I learn from them and fix them, and then I do better. (Y/N) makes mistake too—”

“Don’t lie to her, babe,” you cooed, pinching Peter’s cheek. 

“It’s not the same,” Morgan walked over to you and climb into the barstool next to yours, “everyone laughed at me.” 

“Wealways laugh at Peter,” you told her, “remember when he ran into the window?” 

A smile crept its way onto Morgan’s face, “Yeah,” she nodded. 

“And that’s how Peter learned that we have the windows cleaned every Thursday,” you explained with a smile, “and it was funny.” 

“Not for me,” Peter whined from beside you, “I broke my nose.” 

Morgan giggled as you began to tickle her, “And he broke his nose,” you laughed, “that’s way worse than messing up read aloud.” 

“Yeah,” Morgan agreed, laughing along with you. 

“I don’t like how you’ve chosen to console her,” Peter mumbled. 

“Aw,” you cooed, placing your hand over Peter’s, “it’s okay, baby. It was just a mistake, right Morg?” 

“Mhm,” Morgan nodded. 

“And it’s not a big deal or worth being upset over, right?” you nudged Peter. 

“Right,” he smiled, placing a kiss on your forehead. 

“Okay,” you looked down at your sister, “now run along, Peter and I still have some homework to finish. Dad just got home so he’s probably in the living room watching TV.” 

“Okay,” Morgan hopped down from the counter and ran off down the hall. 

“You’re really good with kids,” Peter said as he looked at you with admiration. 

“So are you,” you smiled at him, “I’m glad I can shit on you to make her feel better,” you joked. Peter laughed and wrapped his arm around you, “I hope I can count on you to let me do that when it’s our kids.” 

“Anything for you,” Peter said, pressing a kiss to your lips. 

You hummed against his lips, before pulling away, “Don’t try to seduce me when my family is in the other room.”  

“Hey,” Peter complained, “if anything, it’s you that does the seducing.” 

“I’m about to go to my room to finish my homework,” you pulled away from him, “do you really want that to be the last thing you said before we move to my room?” 

Peter quickly shook his head, “No, definitely not. I love you, you’re perfect, you can do no wrong.” 

“Aw,” you smiled, “you’re too sweet.” 

You began to gather your things as did Peter so you could both head to your room. 

“Are you excited to take care of a baby for a week?” Peter asked as you began walking down the hall. 

“Kind of,” you shrugged, “I mean, I think it’s honestly gonna be one of the most hand-on assignments ever, which I’m not exactly thrilled about because of our busy schedules. Like, when we really have a baby, it would be when we’re ready and can make time for it. Ideally, at least.” 

Peter’s heart skipped a beat when you said “we”, as in, you and him, having children together. His heart was already so full when he looked at you, he couldn’t imagine the love and joy he’d feel when looking at you round with his baby or holding his children in your arms. This project was truly putting many things into perspective for him and forcing him to think about his future. 

“Yeah,” Peter agreed, “not to mention the crying. It’s gonna be so loud and nonstop.” 

“I didn’t pay attention at all when we went over the different cries in class,” you admitted, “so we might have to try everything to get the doll to shut up.” you joked. 

“You mean to get our very loved baby to soothe,” Peter corrected, “doesn’t this thing also record us?” 

“No,” you shook your head, “I don’t think that’s allowed. If so, Mrs. Horn is gonna be in for a real treat. More like Mrs. Horny—” 

“Please stop.” 

“Also,” you said, “I haven’t told anyone about this project yet, so nobody’s gonna be prepared for this next week of hell.” 

“Well, better get to it,” Peter said, “gotta tell your dad he’s gonna be a grandpa,” he joked. 

“Yeah and Morgan that she’ll be a little auntie.”

Little did you and Peter know, you were both passing Morgan’s room, whose door was open a crack. The little girl was playing with her dolls when she heard the two of you pass by. “Gotta tell your dad he’s gonna be a grandpa” “Yeah and Morgan that she’ll be a little auntie.”

Morgan set her dolls down and raced to the door to hear more of the conversation, but you and Peter were already down the hall and in your room. 

Her little lip began to wobble at the thought of you and Peter having a baby right now. She didn’t really understand what that meant, but she knew that it meant everything would change and that wasn’t something she was prepared for. She stood in the doorway of her room for a moment before she did what any six-year-old would do when they were about to cry; she ran to her dad. 

“Daddy! Daddy!” Morgan cried as she ran into the living room, where Tony was half asleep on the couch with Pepper by his side, who had just gotten home from work. Sam, Bucky, and Natasha were also there, just in the other room discussing details for a mission they were going to go on. One that they planned to invite you and Peter to join. 

“Huh?” Tony woke with a start as Morgan jumped into his arms, tears streaming down her face. 

“What’s wrong, honey?” Pepper looked worriedly as Morgan buried her face into her dad’s shirt. She ran her hand up and down the little girl’s back soothingly. 

“What’s the commotion?” Sam asked, walking into the room with Natasha and Bucky, “Who hurt our favorite fun-sized Stark?” 

“Morg,” Tony tried to calm her down, “what happened? Are you hurt?” 

Morgan shook her head quickly, “No,” she cried, “I’m just sad. I don’t want everything to change.” 

“What do you mean, sweetie?” Natasha questioned softly. 

“(Y/N) a-and Petey are go-gonna have a b-baby,” Morgan sobbed as she spoke, hardly getting the words out, “and t-then everything with change because y-you’ll all be too busy with the new baby!” 

Pepper looked up at Tony who looked at Pepper with the same expression of complete confusion. 

“Honey,” Pepper cooed, “(Y/N) and Peter are not having a baby. Why would you think that?” 

“They said they are!” Morgan yelled defensively, growing more upset now that everyone was looking at her like she was crazy. 

Sam looked over and Bucky and Natasha who just shrugged. 

“Maybe they said that in the future they might want to have kids,” Natasha said, “but that doesn’t mean that they’re gonna have a baby now.” she tried to explain. 

“No,” Morgan shook her head, “they’re having a baby now,” she was very adamant about it. 

“Why do you think that, Morg?” Tony asked. 

“Because (Y/N) said that she would have to tell me that I’m gonna be an auntie. I don’t want to be an auntie! I want to be the baby.” Morgan began to cry harder, “A-And Peter said that they were g-gonna tell you that y-you’ll be a grandpa! I don’t want you to be a grandpa, I want you to be my daddy still!” 

Tony thought about it as Morgan cried in his arms. You and Peter were insanely touchy with each other. He knew for a fact that you and he have already fondued, and he also never had the safe sex talk with either of you yet—part of him hoping that you two weren’t stupid enough to not be safe. But the more Morgan cried in his arms, the more he thought about all the times he caught Peter coming out of your room at two in the morning, all the times Peter had set off the security alarms by sneaking into the tower at one in the morning, all the pieces of dirty laundry that belonged to Peter that also got mixed in with yours, and worst of all—all of the times you texted him letting him know that you were going to stay the night at Peter’s. 

“Oh my God,” Tony wrapped his arms around Morgan tighter to make her feel comforted, “she’s right. I think (Y/N) might be pregnant.” he looked over at Pepper who was shaking her head at him. 

“Tony,” she chided, “don’t feed into this. Morgan is just having a rough day, and you’re exhausted. This isn’t a good topic for discussion right now. If (Y/N) really was pregnant she’d tell us.” 

“Maybe she just hasn’t yet,” Tony defended, “I mean, seriously, do you know how many times I’ve caught them doing it.” 

“Hundreds,” Bucky nodded in understanding. 

“Don’t even get me started on the fact that Peter talks in his sleep,” Sam began to laugh as he mocked him, “oh (Y/N), right there. Oh, so good baby. Feels so go—”

Natasha quickly cut him off with a slap. 

“Oh my God,” Tony groaned, leaning his head to rest on the back of the couch, “this can’t be happening. Please tell me (Y/N) didn’t let this happen—”

“Tony stop,” Pepper scolded him, “you’re being ridiculous.” 

“Pep,” Tony nodded down to Morgan who was still crying softly in his arms, “Morgan’s not a liar. I’m sure she heard correctly, and those two teenagers,” he pointed a thumb down the hall to where your room was, “they’re like rabbits. All day and night.” 

Natasha grimaced, “Okay, I think this is getting a little out of hand,” she said, “let’s just ask them. Calmly.” she added, seeing the way Tony was already on his feet, ready to let you and Peter have it. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Tony waved her off, already heading towards your bedroom. 

“Did you put that you didn’t want an epidural?” Peter questioned as he read over the document, “doesn’t that like, hurt though?” 

“Yeah,” you nodded, “but I’m tough. I mean, I literally got shot in the shoulder last month and still had to haul your ass to safety.” 

“Still,” Peter shurgged, “I don’t see why you wouldn’t want to get the epidural.” 

“I don’t want to be all drugged up when I meet my baby,” you explained, “like sometimes people are so dopey from the epidural that they don’t even remember the first moments with their child. I just want to feel it all and remember it all, even if it hurts.” 

Tony could hear the last part of your conversation as he stood outside your door, now fully believing what Morgan had been saying. 

“(Y/N),” he opened the door to your room, seeing you on your bed with your TV remote in your hand as you flipped through movies on Netflix. Peter was at your desk, typing things down on a document Tony could clearly see titled “Parker-Stark Birth Plan”. 

“Yeah?” you didn’t even look away from the TV. 

“Oh my God,” Tony’s face dropped, “so it’s true.” 

“Huh?” Peter looked up from his laptop. 

“What’s true?” you asked, now looking over at Tony. 

“Morgan was right, you are pregnant,” Tony had this strange expression on his face. It was a mix of shock, disappointment, and anger all at once, “how could you let this happen?” He looked between you and Peter, “You both are the most irresponsible teenagers I have ever met. How can you possibly consider bringing a child into this world together? Did you rub your two remaining brain cells together to come to this conclusion? Did you even think or consider all of your options? How far along are you?” 

“What?” Peter looked over at you, “You’re pregnant?” 

“No!” you shook your head, “I’m not! Why would you think that?” you looked at your dad. 

“Don’t lie to me,” Tony warned, “I can see the guilt all over your faces.” 

“That’s Cheeto dust, and it’s only on Peter’s face,” you joked. 

“(Y/N), not the time,” Peter said, closing his laptop and wiping his face off with his sleeve. 

“You two are ridiculous. You can’t even be serious about this,” Tony threw his hands up in the air, “I can’t believe how irresponsible you two have proven yourselves to be. I put a lot of trust in you guys to be mature and strong leaders and then you go and do something like this—” 

“I’mnotpregnant!” 

“Then why the hell are you making a birth plan and planning to tell me I’m gonna be a grandpa?!”

You and Peter both looked at each other and a moment before bursting out laughing. You were clutching your stomach and slapping your hand onto the bed as you laughed while Peter held his fist over his mouth to muffle his laughter. 

“Would someone please explain to me what the hell is going on?” 

“It’s for a school project,” you laughed out, “Peter and I are taking care of a robot baby next week and we have to do some paperwork before we get the baby.” 

“We wanted to tell you beforehand because it’s a really annoying baby,” Peter explained, “it’s gonna cry a lot.” 

“And the birth plan has to reflect our own ideas on what we would want to do, so that’s why we’ve been discussing it.” 

Peter opened up his laptop to show Tony the document. After Tony skimmed it, he switched taps to the dropbox where it would be turned in, “It’s for our Child Development class. It’s the final project before the exam.” 

“I’m not actually pregnant, dad,” you giggled, still trying to catch your breath from laughing so much, “we’re not thatdumb.” 

“Yeah, Mr. Stark,” Peter nodded, “I have a strong pull ou—”, you quickly threw a pillow at your boyfriend’s face, cutting him off from saying anything else. 

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