Spider Parker

A WHAT?! // Older!Peter Parker

Okay, in this imagine you and peter are both in your 20's... umm.. yeah.. enjoy! <3

I sat down on my couch, leaning against my husband's legs, with yet another plate full of food. 

"Isn't that like.. you're fifth plate in a half an hour?" Peter asked furrowing his eyebrows and a slight smile pulling on his lips. I smiled widely before taking another bite of pizza. He leaned forward and pecked my lips, then leaned back again to continue watching TV. I grinned a little, looking down at my over sized sweatshirt, which was actually just Peter's old one from high school. I ate, mindlessly thinking about the small child growing under all the fabric that kept her a secret.

 Peter knew, that wasn't my problem. My problem was my dad- who I just knew would be pissed. He was constantly telling me how he didn't want a grandchild with Stark blood running around the tower. I cringed a little, then noticed that my plate was empty.. again. I sighed and felt Peter's hand rub my leg.

"It's gonna be fine, (Y/n). Mr. Stark will understand, I'm sure he'll be happy for us. And if he's not, then he'll be missing out," he smiled, trying to cure my saddened features. I looked up at him slightly.

"What if he kicks us out, Peter. We don't have enough money yet for our own house.." Peter opened his mouth to say something, "and before you say it, there is no way I'm going to let May take us in and help us support a baby." He closed his mouth again, pressing his lips into a thin line.

"Well he has to find out eventually, I mean, you're already six months in.. we can't hide her much longer," Peter spoke, cupping my cheeks, "Besides, if he doesn't find out by the bump, he'll find out when he sees the empty kitchen." 

I laughed a little, "Peter.. I just.. I pray he understands that having a baby is harder than it looks.."

A crash cut off our moment and my eyes widened bigger then I thought possible.

"A WHAT?!" my dad screeched. 

"M-Mr. Star-Stark," Peter stuttered. (A/N: I don't feel so good...)

"Hey, dad," I smiled and turned around to face him. I noticed glass shattered on the floor, most likely a wine glass or something of the sort.

"(Y/n), repeat what you just said.." my dad spoke calmly.. which only made it scarier. 

"Hey, dad?" I repeated, avoiding the obvious question. 

"Before that," he stated, walking closer. I winced as the rest of the team came into the room from the commotion. Peter grabbed my hand tightly. 

"What happened?" Steve spoke, standing near the shattered cup.

"I think (Y/n) should explain that," my dad pushed, now sitting across from me and Peter. I played with my sleeves.

"(Y/n)," Natasha spoke, sitting next to me. Wanda followed. Soon enough, everyone was sitting on the couch, expectantly waiting for an answer.

"Well sh-" Peter whispered before I cut him off.

"I'm pregnant," I mumbled so softly that I could barely hear myself.

"Speak louder, kid," Tony continued, his tone unreadable. I looked at Peter, who nodded with a worried grin. It was somehow comforting.. I was glad to know that at least my husband was proud of me.

"I'm pregnant," I spoke loud enough for everyone to hear me this time. The room went silent. Everyone stared in shock at both Peter and I. 

"It's a girl," Peter continued, trying to break the tension, "She should be born in June." 

"You're having a baby?" Natasha finally spoke, looking me in the eye. Peter let go of my hand, letting someone else have the wheel. I nodded at the question and was quickly embraced in a welcoming hug. All of the stress I had been holding was lifted off my shoulders and my eyes began tearing up.

"Thanks, Nat," I voiced once she let go. She had tears in her eyes too. If things weren't already awkward, everyone was frozen that Natasha, the Black Widow, was getting soft in that moment. I looked back at my dad, who was staring right back at me. I smiled a little and he got up, leaving the room. 

My stomach dropped and Peter grabbed my hand once again. I looked at Bucky next, who I had become closest too within the past few years. He grinned at me, his eyes shined with a sense of joy and pride.

"Congrats, kiddo. I'll be here for you every step of the way," he spoke softly with an approving nod in Peter's direction. Steve was next for something sentimental, and soon enough everyone was talking about how excited they were to have a semi-niece in the building.

Everyone but my dad. Thirty minutes later and he still hadn't come back. Peter pulled me aside, into the kitchen. 

"Hey, you alright?" he asked kindly. I nodded.

"I just.. I don't know, he's probably never going to-" I was cut off by footsteps coming from the lab. I cringed, knowing it was my dad. He turned towards the kitchen and looked me in the eye. My fear suddenly melted away when I noticed the happiness that had replaced the disappointment in his facial features. 

"C'mon, I wanna show you something," he told me, leading Peter and I to the hallway, where our bedroom was. I furrowed my eyebrows a little, but continued letting my curiosity get the best of me. Once i was in the doorway I practically fainted right then and there. Next to my side of the bed, a small crib sat. 

"JARVIS, make formula," my dad told the AI. Metal branched from the outside of it, an arm began mixing and shaking a bottle. I smiled and watched in amazement. Turns out, there was seven arms, and each one made my life a little easier. And when I wanted to make it child friendly, the arms covered themselves with foam sleeves. I smiled and jumped on my dad, hugging him tightly.

"Thank you," I whispered.

"You're welcome, sweetie," he hugged back, "Oh and Peter, you're dead."

With that, Peter sprinted out the door. I laughed at the family this poor child would be born into.

A/N: that was more sentimental than I wanted it but oh whale, hope you enjoyed. (and i didn't have time to edit soo ignore typos.. <3)