'nothing can come between you and I
not even the gods above
can separate the two of us'

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Soft silence filled the naked room, stripped away from the ruffling sheets and gasps from earlier that night, feeling the heat from Peter's skin against your own, his chin now on the crown of your head completely cradling you in his body supporting you like the smaller spoon. Yet you lay awake, your eyes stinging from the lack of blinking, staring out the lengthy window across the room. For some odd and shifting reason, there was a tightness in your stomach, somewhat like anxiety but amplified, churning and eating away inside. You were at peace, in the arms of the only person you needed. So why were you... terrified?

Despite being comfortable, and not wanting to disturb Peter, you needed to get up. You felt like you needed something like there was a missing part of you and you couldn't seem to find it. Slowly rolling your head along with the pillow, you reached around to your stomach, gliding Peter's grabby hand away from your shirt and lowering it down to the mattress. Your heart sprung into action as you felt him twist beside you, pulse racing, only calming when he had stopped moving and began lightly snoring once again. You took a deep breath, ensuring to exhale quietly, before slowly teasing your feet out from under the quilt.

The bare wooden floor was cold but soothing, slowly edging yourself upwards and making sure the quilt fell back into place as you turned to look back at Peter. His head was facing upright, nose practically touching the headboard, snoring peacefully. His hair was a little messed, still damp from the shower, cheeks rosy and perfect as always. You gave a simple smile, choosing not to wake him with a kiss to the cheek, and turning away to the window.

The view was truly breath-taking, overlooking the entire city, accompanied by a pool on the balcony. The water shimmered from the lights in the depths of the deep end, glowing a gentle baby blue whereas the top was navy much like the sky. Speaking of which it was littered with stars of all sizes, big ones, small ones, some mistaken for planes passing by. It was calm. Much different from your life at the passing moment.

Dragging your sore feet down to the back of the room you came to the clear glass door, gently sliding it open and leading yourself out to the balcony of the room. It was wild to think you were here, with Peter Parker of all people, in the Stark tower of all places, surrounded by the Avengers. You were at the top of the world. Gone maybe a few months ago you would never have guessed you'd have been here, living a somewhat normal, but happy life, with a boyfriend.

The patio was neatly shaped into large grey slabs, parted with white cement that blanketed the entire balcony aside from the pool's edge, which looked much like pale grey marble. Very rich. Very... Tumblr.  Finally meeting the edge, the end of the platform rising up into thick glass panels, thick metal railing sitting along the top giving you the leisure to lean upon it. It was icy cold from the firm breeze on your skin, sending goosebumps running along your bare arms. Then it was if you were free to just think with no restriction for five minutes.

Think about how crazy life had been. Your best friend had tried to kill you... Teamed up with your brother of all people, you had no job, no career, certainly not a school life anymore, you probably weren't going to make it into college, you were having sex with a superhero, living among more of them, you're love for learning was long gone and yet here you stood... At the tip-top. Where people in the city dreamed of being. Once where you had been.

Did you deserve it? Had you really worked like everyone else to be here? You weren't exactly special, sure you might be smart, but it's not like you were bitten by a radioactive spider, or a science genius, or a secret Russian spy, or a science experiment gone haywire... You were just... You. Plane old Y/N Leeds from Queens, New York.

But at the same time maybe you had things to be proud of too... Everyones different. You weren't sure how many of your classmates could say they could swing around with Spider-Man, or have survived a crane falling on them, or came out from being manipulated by their 'friend' alive. So yeah, maybe you were a little special. You were a fighter. At the end of the day, you weren't forgetting that you were the one that Peter wanted. His arms wanted to be around your body. It was still crazy to process such information.

Your hair ran cold from the breeze, damp from the shower water, slowly stroking across your skin. Your jaw began to shake from the cold, stretching out and deciding to call it a night. Heading back inside you noticed the bedside lamp had been switched on, and Peter was now sitting upright in bed, causing your brow to twist and muddle, shutting the door behind you.

In a way, Peter had been in and out of sleep all night. He couldn't get that stupid ring off his mind. He'd allow himself to get excited, thinking about when the day and time was right that he could ask you to be his for eternity, but then it would hit him that you were still just kids. You weren't ready for marriage, your relationship had been hectic enough with people trying to either get in the way or murder you. He didn't want to think about the consequences of going any further. But why did it have to be that way? Was the universe trying to tell you something?

Either way, that wasn't going to stop Peter from at least trying. He had to do something, he loved you. Just looking at the box, coated in velvet, inside the key to hopefully your heart, got his own racing.

"Peter?"

Your voice snapped him back into reality, almost throwing the ring back in the drawer and slamming it shut, before spinning his head around to look at you. You were standing by the window, arms wrapped around your stomach, swallowing as you gently tilted your head, "I-I thought you were asleep"

"No, no uh- I-It's fine, I was uh, gonna use the bathroom" he smiled. You were a couple for christ sake, watched each other's lives almost be snatched away, you'd seen one another completely exposed and yet seeing each other in the night was like talking to a complete stranger. Yet, you nodded, slowly making your way back into the comfort of the quilt.

"Can I ask you something?" you mumbled, slowly patting the sheets down into your lap.

"You can ask me anything" Peter clarified, rolling onto his side, kicking his legs up onto the bed to look at you.

"What were your parents like?" you swallowed. Talking about his past had never been one of Peter's strengths, and you felt rather rude for asking about such a sensitive topic. Everyone knew the tragedy of Peter Parker, the kid who's parents died in a plane crash. It's like people made stories and legends about him, saying he cried himself to sleep for months, then he supposedly got bullied for living with his aunt and uncle?

"I... Uh, um..." Peter paused, looking down at the bed, "I don't really remember... My dad wasn't around much and my mom... Well, she wasn't either..."

You watched as he spoke, small and short words.

"I'm sorry, I just.. I guess my parents weren't around either, and you know we're at points now where we need to start looking into supplying for ourselves" you shrugged, tugging your bottom lip in with your teeth.

"Speaking of which I guess we need to ask how many we're supplying for..."

"Wh- What do you mean?"

"Y/N... We had sex without protection... I-I... What if-"

"It won't Peter, I promise" you reached down, closing your fingers between Peters. He kept his head down but gave you a reassuring squeeze to comfort you. Actions spoke a lot louder than words, and here he was hearing you panic. Your hand was sticky and sweaty, which was strange because you'd just been outside. Only a drastic change in body heat from something such as a lie could trigger that, anxiety or panic.

"But... What if it does?"

"It won't okay? Just leave it." There was a sudden snap in your voice that made Peter's heart-ache and finally look up to you. Your cheeks were blemished pink and you looked... Sad. There were things you knew that Peter didn't.

"Talk to me" Peter demanded softly, pulling your hands away so he could sit more closely to you. He was trying to catch your eye but you weren't looking. "Y/N-"

"I'm infertile."

The motion stopped. The time came to a halt and suddenly all eyes were on you.

"I can't... I can't get Pregnant, Pete. I don't wanna talk about it."

Peter wasn't sure whether he was happy to know that no accidents were going to happen... Or sad. He couldn't lie and say that he hadn't imagined you with a swollen stomach, carrying his child around, and then when they were finally brought into the world what an amazing kid they would be. And what an amazing mom you'd be.

Peter's brows drooped, sucking in his gut a little trying to be the strong one here for you. But he couldn't help the question-

"H-How... How do you know?"

"Let's just say I've had a lot of unprotected sex. And when nothing was happening I figured something was wrong. So I had it checked out. For some women it can be permanent, others it might last and then they get a little miracle. I'm too young for them to know for sure yet which one I might be."

Peter didn't know why but it just felt right, to reach over and comfortingly place the palm of his hand on your clothed stomach. You swallowed, looking down to the heat radiating into your skin. You felt the way his thumb caressed the fabric of your shirt, edging closer to place a kiss on your cheek.

"So what the fuck happens now?" you broke the silence, wiping your damp nose with the back of your hand.

"We'll figure something out. Together."

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