TW: mentions of death, mentions of abortion, miscarriage, near death, mentions of trauma.

Peter's P.O.V

Peter sat at his desk in the Stark Industries' Tower, his chin resting on his open palm as he stared out of the wall of windows that made up the fourth side of his office and across the expanse of the cities that were New York and Queens. He sighed, tears pricking his eyes as he thought about the events of the last week. How everything had gone wrong so quickly. A tear fell from his eye and slipped down his face, though Peter made no effort to wipe it away as he let himself get lost in his thoughts. It had been a week since he had fought with Y/N, and he'd been staying at his aunt's ever since. He was beyond sorry for everything that he'd said, and he knew what the right decision was regarding the baby, the issue was that Y/N hadn't reached out yet and he didn't want to push her by reaching out too soon. He was very much in between a rock and a hard place, and he didn't know how to get out of that position. He swallowed thickly, his stomach twisting in anxiety of the idea of this leading to the couple breaking up. Peter had already lost MJ those years ago, so even if he wouldn't lose Y/N in such a permanent capacity, her ending it would still break him. But unfortunately, all he could do right now was give Y/N her space, without making it look like he'd abandoned her. It hadn't been an easy week.

"Kid." Peter quickly sniffed and wiped his eyes before turning his body back to the door and giving Tony a forced smile as he walked into Peter's office.

"Mr Stark, hi." He chuckled falsely.

"How's your fake job to cover up your real job as a superhero going?" He teased as he sat on the edge of Peter's desk, making the boy chuckle again and nod as he rubbed his hand over his chin.

"It's going." He nodded. Tony sighed and looked at him.

"Look, kid, I wasn't going to say anything since I figured that it would pass, but it hasn't yet. It's been a week and you've come into work distracted and upset every day. Has something happened?" He asked. Peter gulped and looked down, tears pricking his eyes. He knew that being distracted was bound to catch up with him eventually.

"Yeah, um, something did happen, actually, Mr Stark. I got my girlfriend pregnant." He admitted. Tony's eyes widened slightly.

"Was it an accident or intentional?" He scoffed.

"Let's just say that it wasn't planned." he sighed and shook his head. Tony scoffed again and nodded as he sat up more on the edge of the table.

"Wow, Pete, I've got to hand it to you. I was quite the playboy in my time but the one thing that I never did was get someone pregnant accidentally. Is it wrong to admit that I'm actually kind of proud of you?" he chuckled.

"I don't know what to do, Mr Stark. I was over the moon to find out that Y/N was pregnant, but she wasn't. She wants to abort it, and of course it's her body, so she gets the final say, but we had a massive fight because of it. I've been staying at May's for a week." He admitted.

"Holy shit, kid, that's worse than I was expecting. I hate to admit it, but I think that Y/N has a point. I mean, you guys are young, you're fucked up, not to mention that you haven't figured out yet who's behind everything that's going on. It's not safe for Y/N to be pregnant whilst she's in danger." Tony shook his head. Peter sighed and squeezed his eyes shut as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I know that too. Deep down, I know that it's not a good idea, and that she's making the right decision. But...I don't know. It made me start to think about our future together, which made me so fucking happy. But then it made me sad at the thought that after this fight, we might not have a future together at all." He mumbled and shook his head as a tear fell from his eyes. Tony sighed and gave him a small smile.

"Pete, that's not going to happen. If she truly loves you, which I'm sure that she does, one fight isn't going to make her leave. She literally risked being raped by going to an unsafe neighbourhood to get you back. If she did that, she's not going to leave you over one fight. Even if it was a relatively serious one." Tony reassured. Peter sighed and nodded, his thumb raising to wipe away the tears as he looked down.

"Yeah, you're right, Mr Stark. Thank you." He nodded.

"Any time, kid. You know that I'm always here." His mentor reassured, making him give Tony a small smile as his phone started to ring. He looked down at it, his eyes widening as it showed Y/N's face and number.

"Fuck, Mr Stark, it's her." He gulped as he grabbed his phone and rose to his feet.

"Answer it, Pete, go!" Tony exclaimed. Peter nodded and took a deep breath before clicking the green button and putting the phone to his ear.

"Baby, thank god, I haven't stopped thinking about you-."

"Is this Peter?" Peter's eyes widened as a male voice cut him off.

"Yes, it is. Who's this?" he gulped, making Tony look at him with furrowed eyebrows.

"My name is Robbie, I work with Y/N. She collapsed at work, and the last thing that she said before she fell unconscious was to call you." The man stated. Peter's eyes widened, a choke leaving his lips as he felt his heart plummet to his feet. He had been worrying all week about losing Y/N in the sense of her leaving, but this was so much worse. He had never considered the possibility of losing her permanently.

"What? Fuck, is she okay?" He choked, tears starting to leave his eyes as he pulled nervously at his curls.

"I'm sorry, I don't know. All I know is that she's on her way to Queens General Hospital right now. Look, man, I hate to say this to you, but I think that whatever is wrong with her...I think that it's linked to the pregnancy." He admitted. Peter nodded and looked down, his entire body feeling like it was shutting down as his brain processed what Y/N's friend was telling him. Making the decision themselves to not continue with the pregnancy was completely different to losing the baby through a miscarriage and losing the baby and Y/N, well...Peter couldn't think about it without feeling like someone was ripping his fucking heart out.

"Okay. F-fuck, okay, I'm on my way now. Thanks for telling me." He managed to get out as he grabbed his bag and jacket.

"Of course. Y/N has told us all about you, she really loves you. And, well, she trusts you to be here for her right now." He spoke.

"I know, and that's what I'll do. I'm on my way now." Peter nodded to himself before hanging up.

"What's going on?" Tony asked as Peter rushed to the door of his office.

"That was Y/N's co-worker, she collapsed at work. He thinks that it's something with the baby." He choked, his eyes wavering as more tears ran down his face. Tony's eyes widened.

"Oh my god, go, go, it's okay. Call me if you need anything." He nodded.

"Thank you, Mr Stark." Peter returned the nod, his entire body feeling numb as he rushed out of his office and towards the elevators.

Y/N's P.O.V

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

The monotonous and deadpan sound filled my ears, the droning noise all that my brain was processing as I started to wake up. I parted my lips slightly and let out a small whimper, pain starting to spread throughout my whole body as I squeezed my eyes shut.

"Baby, hey, it's okay, don't move, it's alright." I heard Peter's calm voice, as well as felt his hand gently cupped around mine. Why is Peter here, I thought as my eyebrows furrowed. The last thing that I could remember was being at work, and so I had no idea why Peter was seemingly by my side. I forced my eyes open slightly, my pupils immediately being met with a harsh white light. I started to whimper at the pain that was rapidly spreading to every inch of my body, quiet cries leaving my lips as I fully opened my eyes.

"Sh, angel, you're okay, you're safe." I looked down, a choke leaving my lips as surely enough, Peter was sitting by my side with his hand holding mine. My eyebrows furrowed, confusion filling my head at the fact that I seemed to be lying in a hospital bed, as well as the fact that Peter was visibly upset. What the fuck had happened?

"What...what-where are we?" I whispered, the dryness of my throat not allowing me to be any louder.

"We're at the hospital, Y/N. You collapsed at work and were brought here." Peter spoke softly, making my eyes widen slightly.

"I-I collapsed? What? Why?" I scoffed quietly. Peter bit his lip harshly and looked down at my legs, the tears rolling down his cheeks telling me that whatever had happened wasn't good.

"You, um...I don't know what it is, I should let the doctor who did surgery on you explain." He nodded. My eyes widened further, my stomach starting to knot in anxiety.

"Surgery?! Why did I need surgery?" I choked as I tried to sit up, but I winced and cried out as even that simple movement sent pain shooting through me.

"Try not to move, babe, they warned me that you would be sore." he nodded as he stood up and gently cupped my face with his hand. I choked and looked at him, my heart racing and my body feeling like it wasn't my own as I stared at him.

"Peter, what happened, please-." Suddenly, the door opened, making us both look at it.

"Oh, Miss Y/L/N, you're awake, that's great. How are you feeling?" The doctor asked as she walked in and shut the door.

"Like shit. I'm in so much pain and I have no idea what I'm doing here. What happened?!" I cried. She sighed and looked at me.

"This is going to be very hard to hear, Miss Y/L/N, so prepare yourself. You had what we call an ectopic pregnancy. This is when your egg gets fertilised, but it starts growing outside of the womb. It can be extremely dangerous and can result in death. You collapsed because the strain on your body trying to get rid of the pregnancy in a safe way became too great. We performed successful surgery on you, and you'll be fine. But I should clarify what 'successful' means in this case. We were able to save your fallopian tube that the egg was stuck in, so your fertility won't be affected. But, we couldn't save the egg. We couldn't save the baby." She explained quietly. I stared at her, tears streaming down my face and my mouth hanging open as I desperately tried to comprehend what she was saying. No wonder Peter had been so upset. He'd almost lost me and he had lost the baby that he was over the moon about. We had lost the baby.

"So...just to clarify what y-you're saying so that I understand...I had a miscarriage...one that almost killed me." I choked.

"In Layman's terms, yes. I'm sorry, Miss Y/L/N. You're no longer pregnant." She shook her head. I nodded and looked down at the sheets, my teeth harshly biting my lip in an attempt to not cry even more. I had known that this baby wasn't the right thing for Peter and I right now, and I was planning to go through with the termination, but for some reason, losing it in this way hurt so much more.

"I'll leave you two alone to process this news. If you need anything, just let one of the nurses know. I'm so sorry for your losses." She nodded before opening the door and leaving the room again. I choked and shook my head as I looked at Peter, him equally as upset as tears ran down his face.

"Pete, I...I lost them." I choked. He looked at me.

"Y/N-."

"I know that I-I didn't want them, but I lost them, I fucking-I didn't do anything, they just-they just didn't go to the right place, I lost them-Peter, I fucking lost them." I sobbed, everything crashing down around me as I started to break down.

"Hey, hey, no, stop that right now." He shook his head as he climbed onto the bed next to me and gently pulled me into his arms. I held onto him for dear life, my head on his chest and my hands balled into fists around his shirt as I just sobbed in his arms.

"You didn't lose them, baby, this wasn't your fault. I know that you didn't want to keep them, and that's okay, but whilst you had them, you did an amazing job. This isn't on you, baby, this isn't on you." He soothed as he pressed his lips to my hair and gently rocked me back and forth on his lap.

"This is all my fault, Peter. If I'd fought harder for them, if I hadn't been so adamant about wanting to not have them, maybe they would have been okay!" I cried.

"Angel, you know that that's not true. You couldn't have done anything. This isn't your fault." He choked and shook his head as he continued to cuddle me. I returned the choke and looked up at him, making him return the glance.

"I know that you wanted this baby, Peter. I'm sorry, I'm sorry that you couldn't have them." I whispered. He nodded and gave me a small smile, though the tears also running down his face told me what he really felt.

"I did, but it's okay. Look, baby, you were right. We're too young, we're too broken right now to deal with a baby, not to mention that I still need to find out who's after us. So...yeah. It hurts, but it's okay. You're alright, and that's all that I care about." He reassured as his hand gently raised to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. I gulped and nodded, my body too weak to fight with him as I lay my head back against his chest. We just lay there and cuddled, not another word being exchanged between us as we came to terms with the fact that we'd lost our baby. But at least we still had each other. And that was something. That had to count for something.