Peter Parker Imagines

Small Bump

A/N: I try to write angst again ft. AgedUp!
dad!Peter
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Peter woke up to the sound of his daughter crying. With a small groan, he rolled over in bed and took two steps to the crib. He immediately picked the baby girl up, holding her as if she were made of glass.

Y/D/N continued bawling her little eyes out. Her father felt tears coming to his own as he gazed at her scrunched-up face.

"I know, I know." he said softly to the bundle in his arms. "I miss her too."

The baby kept wailing. It's like she knows something's not right. That something's missing.

That something is you.

Peter holds your daughter close to his chest as he remembers how they couldn't save you. No one could save you. He had called every scientist, every superhero, every doctor of magic and medicine, every alien in his contacts, but none of them could save you. Not even Tony Stark.

But that wasn't the full story. You could've been saved. Tony had told him he could manage to save one of you. You, or the baby.

You had insisted they save the baby.

Looking down at his howling daughter, Peter saw your face in hers, even as she cried.

"Peter," your voice came back to him. "Save the baby."

"Peter, please. Save her."

"But she needs you!"

You shook your head.

"She has you. She has her father."

"She'll be okay." you assured him, looking over to where the nurses were tending to your baby girl. "She's strong."

"Like you."

"Even when I'm dying, you can't stop complimenting me." You both mustered up a chuckle.

"Peter, I've had my chance. Let her have hers."

Peter finally let his tears fall, keeping them silent for the sake of his daughter. Her crying filled his ears, and it felt like his heart was making the same sound.

"You're just a small bump unknown, you'll grow into your skin." he whispered to her, wiping the tears from Y/D/N's cheeks. "With a smile like hers and a dimple beneath your chin."

He ruffled his daughter's brown curls as he sang to her, not sure if he was trying to comfort her or himself. Maybe both.

"Might be left with my hair, but you'll have your mother's eyes..."

Y/D/N looked up at her father, as if sensing he was singing about you. Her big Y/E/C eyes shone in the moonlight. She yawned and wrapped her fingers around Peter's thumb, snuggling herself into his chest.

"You'll always have me, Peter. I am a part of her, just like you."

"Look at her. Look at her, Peter. Look at her eyes."

"They're my eyes. When you look into her eyes, I'll be there, watching over you both. It's almost like having me there, isn't it?"

"Yeah," Peter muttered to himself. "Almost."