*This is the second half of the request, but I'm not going to tell you what the account requested to happen in this part because that would ruin it :) Enjoy!*

I stood in my en-suite, my bottom lip between my teeth as I stared at the object on the counter by the sink. I sighed, my heart thumping too loudly for comfort as I waited for the result. Peter and I had drunkenly hooked up two months ago now, the night still burned into my memory. In a good way, of course. The morning after, we had both decided to write it off as a one-night-stand, but I definitely wasn't happy with that conclusion and from how Peter reacted, he wasn't either. That had given me hope that maybe we'd have another discussion about it and come to the new solution of actually being together. But for now, we had to discuss the fact that my period hadn't come a week after we had had sex, like it was supposed to, and now I'd missed my second period too. Hence why I was staring at the fourth pregnancy test that I'd done, begging for it to show a different result to the other three. My dad would definitely kill Peter if he found out that not only had he fucked his daughter, but that that single fuck had gotten her pregnant. I sighed as the lines came up positive. Showing the same result as the previous three.

"Fuck." I sighed, taking the pregnancy test in between my fingers and sitting down on the icy bathroom floor as I stared at it. I'd always wanted to be a mom, and I had no doubt that Peter would be an amazing dad too, but we were only nineteen. I hadn't envisioned myself becoming a mom for another ten years yet. I gulped, my heart sinking at the potential possibility that Peter wouldn't want to keep it. I couldn't blame him, we were both so young and he'd have at least another decade of being Spiderman before he'd even consider retiring, and so I didn't want to burden him with the responsibility of a child. But at the same time, I knew that I wanted to keep this baby. I sighed and stood back up, realising that I had to talk to Peter about this. I shoved the pregnancy test into the drawer along with the other three before leaving the en-suit and leaving my bedroom.

I walked into the living room, my heart in my stomach as I walked in to see Peter, my dad and Tony playing "Uno" on the coffee table.

"Plus four?! Dickhead." Peter scoffed and shook his head as Tony smirked.

"U-um, I hate to interrupt, but I need to borrow Pete for a moment." I spoke, alerting all of them to my presence.

"Okay, sure." he nodded as he put down his cards and stood up.

"Don't look at my cards." he scoffed, pointing accusingly at my dad and Tony as he walked towards me.

"We will." my dad teased, making me chuckle and shake my head as I took Peter's hand.

"I'm glad that you pulled me away, I need to talk to you about something too." Peter nodded as we headed into his room and he shut the door.

"Let me just say this thing first-."

"I'm so sorry, Y/N, I'm going to chicken out if I don't say it now, so I'm going to go first." he chuckled. I returned it and sighed as he looked down at my hands and took them into his. He looked back at me.

"I've not stopped thinking about that night since it happened. I keep thinking about how amazing you felt, how warm your body was, how I felt complete with you, for the first time in a long time." he started. I bit my lip at his words.

"And then I think about the morning after, when you had to go and that broke my heart. W-what I'm trying to say is that I don't want what happened to end up being a one-night-stand. I want us to become a thing, I don't care what your dad says. I really like you, Y/N, and I want to be with you." he nodded. I couldn't help but smile as I looked up at him.

"I feel the same way, Pete. Fuck, I've been replaying what happened over and over, and I wasn't okay with how we ended either. I want more with you." I nodded. He smiled and returned the nod.

"That being said, can I take you out sometime?" he asked softly.

"I'd love that." I nodded. He returned it and smiled before leaning down and gently pressing our lips together. I returned the kiss, my hands holding his face as his arms curled around my waist. Suddenly, I remembered what I had to tell him. Shit, I thought as I broke the kiss and looked down.

"What's up, babe?" Peter mumbled. I gulped and looked up at him.

"I still need to tell you my thing." I nodded.

"Oh, yeah. I'm sure that it's not that bad." he smiled.

"Just you wait, Pete. Just you wait." I mumbled, making his smile dip as I took his hand and led him to sit on the edge of his bed. I looked down at my hands, ignoring Peter's attempts to catch my gaze with his.

"What's up, Y/N?" he asked as he put his hand on my thigh. I gulped, my gaze still glued to my hands.

"U-um...so...fuck it, I'm just going to rip the band-aid off, I'm pregnant." I admitted as I looked up at him. His eyes widened.

"WHAT?!" he exclaimed as he shot up from the bed. I gulped and looked at him.

"I know, Pete." I sighed. He looked at me, his eyes wide as he just stood there.

"We had sex once. It takes some couples YEARS to conceive, how did you get pregnant after one night?!" he scoffed as he raised his hands to his head, something I knew that he did when he was stressed.

"I guess that my girls are just extremely fertile and your guys are just very strong swimmers." I sighed. Peter returned it, his face still plastered with panic as he took his seat back next to me.

"What do you want to do? Because, like, I've always wanted to be a dad, but we're nineteen. I didn't picture myself becoming a dad for at least another decade." he gulped.

"The same goes for me, babe. My first thought was to keep it. But obviously if you don't want a baby at this age, which is completely understandable, I'm not opposed to adoption or even an abortion." I admitted. He sighed and looked at me.

"How did we get ourselves into this mess?" he chuckled lightly as he wrapped his arm around me and pulled me into his side.

"The same way that it happens most of the time. We were drunk and horny." I teased, making him laugh and nod as he kissed my head.

"You know that we do have to tell my dad, right?" I asked. Peter groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers as he screwed his eyes shut.

"If it's a boy, name the baby after me because your dad is definitely going to kill me." he sighed, making me chuckle as we stood up.

Peter and I walked back out of his room, my heart thumping in my chest as we walked into the living room.

"Guys." Peter spoke, alerting the whole team to our presence as they looked up at us.

"What's wrong? You both look like you've seen a ghost." my dad chuckled. I gulped and looked at Peter.

"We need to tell you something." I nodded. My dad's eyebrows furrowed in concern, his smile dropping as Peter and I sat on the coffee table so that all of the Avengers were looking at us.

"So, um...something happened when you guys were out on a mission, about two months ago." Peter nodded.

"What happened?" Tony asked as he crossed his arms over his chest. I gulped, Peter and I exchanging petrified looks before I turned to my dad.

"We got drunk and had sex." I admitted. My dad's eyes widened, as did the rest of the team's.

"I fucking knew it, Steve, you owe me fifty bucks." Natasha smirked, making Steve groan. I gulped, my heart in my throat as my dad looked at Peter. And if looks could kill, Peter would be dead with the way that my dad was staring him down.

"You screwed my daughter, Parker? After I fucking TOLD YOU that she was completely off-limits to you?" he nodded.

"I-I'm sorry, Clint, I really am-."

"That's Mr Barton to you now, Parker." he spat in return.

"Dad, hold on, it gets worse." I admitted with a sigh. He looked back at me as he stood up.

"Clint, stand down-."

"How the FUCK could it possibly get worse?! Are you pregnant or something-." my eyes wavered and I looked down as he said that, making his eyes widen further.

"Oh, shit." Natasha mumbled.

"Tony, you need to find a new Spider-person because I'm about to fucking kill this kid." he nodded as he looked at Peter. Peter gulped, the petrified look having never left his face as my dad stared him down.

"Let's just hold on for two seconds. Y/N, are you definitely pregnant?" Steve asked.

"I mean, Bruce can do a blood test, but I haven't had a period in two months and I took four tests, all of which were positive. I'm pregnant." I nodded.

"Where's my bow and arrow?" my dad mumbled as he looked around.

"Woah, woah, just, power down, you don't want to kill the father of your unborn grandbaby, do you?" Tony chuckled, trying to calm my dad down as he put his hands on his shoulders.

"It doesn't matter if I kill him, I doubt that they're keeping it anyway, right, Y/N?" he scoffed. I gulped and looked down.

"Fuck, this just keeps getting better and better." he groaned, running his hands over his face.

"C-can I say something?" Peter asked, making everyone look at him.

"No, I don't think that you can-."

"Let him speak, Clint, he's in this too." Natasha scolded, making my dad roll his eyes as Peter stood up. He sighed and looked at my dad.

"I know that you said that Y/N was off-limits, and I'm very aware that sleeping with her very much goes across that boundary, but I really like her, Clint. I wouldn't have done what I did if I didn't like her like that. Look, at the time, we decided that what happened would be a one-night thing, but that was mainly due to the fact that we knew that you wouldn't like us being together. But this morning, before I even knew about the baby, I asked Y/N out." Peter admitted. My dad's eyes widened.

"You did what now-."

"Let him finish, Clint." Tony nodded, making my dad clench his jaw and look back at Peter.

"I asked her out because I really like her. And she said yes because she obviously really likes me. There's something real there, Clint, I want to be with her. And in terms of the baby, well...we decided to keep it." he nodded. Everyone's eyes widened.

"Oh my god, a baby Peter is going to be adorable." Natasha chuckled, making Tony and Steve nod in agreement.

"'We' decided or YOU decided?" my dad scoffed.

"We did, dad." I backed Peter up as I stood up and gently took his hand. My dad sighed and looked at me.

"I know that it's going to take you a while to come to terms with this, but I also know that you love me too much to not help us with this. We're a family and I know that everyone here has our backs. With everyone's help, we're confident that we can do this, even if we are young." I reassured.

"I call dibs on being the nanny!" Natasha yelled as she raised her hand.

"Hey, no fair! I love kids!" Steve returned. I chuckled and bit my lip, Peter returning it. My dad sighed again and looked between us.

"Fine, alright. I guess that I can't do anything to change your minds. But just know that if you do decide that you can't do it, it's okay to change your mind and want something else." he nodded.

"I know that it is, dad. But we already love it." I admitted.

"Yeah, we do." Peter nodded, making me smile and look at him as he gently placed his hand on my stomach. My dad sighed, giving me a small smile before hugging me tightly.

~One year later~

My eyes fluttered open, groans leaving my lips as my body was pulled out of the grasp of sleep. I blinked in the morning sun, the rays lighting up mine and Peter's room. I looked down and smiled as his muscular arm was wrapped around my waist, his hand now accustomed to protectively being on my stomach like it was during the pregnancy. I looked up, my eyebrows furrowing as the crib was empty. I sighed and stood up, grabbing my dressing gown and pulling it on as I opened the door and walked out.

"You're a gorgeous boy, aren't you? Yes you are, yes you are." I couldn't help but smile as I could already hear Natasha's cooing. I walked in, my heart swelling at the sight. Tony was cooking breakfast whilst Natasha sat at the island, baby Ben lying in her arms as she gently bobbed him up and down. And, my dad stood over her shoulder, smiling at his grandson and wiggling his finger at him.

"Was he crying?" I asked, alerting everyone to my presence as I walked in.

"Yeah, we heard him fussing a bit on the baby monitor. I went in to check on him since I couldn't hear either of you getting up. I found you guys absolutely knocked out, so I figured that I'd take him." she smiled.

"Thank you so much. Pete and I couldn't have kept him if we didn't have you guys to help." I chuckled.

"Anything for my absolutely adorable grandson." my dad cooed and shook his head as he smiled at Ben.

"What was it that you said that we found out that I was pregnant?" I teased.

"That was before I met the adorable little guy." he continued to talk in baby talk, making me chuckle.

"Morning, Pete." Tony spoke, making me turn around and smile as my sleepy-eyed boyfriend slumped into the room.

"No, not yet. I'm going back to bed, I only came out here to get my baby and my girlfriend for a cuddle." he nodded, barely opening his eyes as he gently took Ben from Natasha and laid him against his shoulder.

"Ooh, I've been summoned." I chuckled, smiling as Peter hooked his arm around my waist on the way past and started to walk me back to our room.

"Sleep well, guys, no funny business that resulted in Ben!" Natasha yelled after us.

"Really? You had to say that in front of me?" my dad groaned, making me smile and shake my head as we headed into our room and I shut the door. Peter lay down carefully on the bed, small whines and gurgles coming from Ben's lips as Peter lay him down against his naked chest. I climbed back into bed next to them, Peter's spare arm wrapping around me. I sighed in bliss as I rested my head on his chest, my forehead gently connecting with Ben's tiny one and Peter's hand protectively on his back to hold him against his chest as we all closed our eyes and drifted back into sleep.