Requested by peterparker_simp: Starts with the end of Y/N and Peter having sex, and a month later, they find out that she's pregnant. They have to figure out what they want to do, and have to start navigating the idea of becoming teen parents.

"Fuck, Pete, right there, I'm so close, holy shit!" I cried out, my eyes squeezed shut and my back arched off of mine and Peter's bed as my boyfriend pounded harshly into me.

"So am I, angel, I'm nearly there, shit." Peter also grunted as his hips harshly collided with the backs of my thighs. His forearms and biceps were bulging harshly on either side of my head with the weight of holding himself up above me, my fingers ruthlessly pulling on the curls at the nape of his neck as the knot in my stomach was now unbearably tight. And then just like that...it broke.

"Pete, fuck, fuck!" I moaned loudly as I came. My mouth hung open as my body started to jolt and seize underneath him, my legs shaking around his waist as the waves of pure euphoria washed over me, and took strong hold of my body.

"I'm there, baby, shit, fuck, fuck." He choked into the skin of my neck as he came too. Peter's hot breath fanned out against my skin as his mouth hung open, his hands clenching into fists around my pillow before he eventually relaxed and collapsed on top of me. We both panted heavily as we came down from the sensational highs, my eyes fluttering in exhaustion at the amazing sex that I had just had with my boyfriend of a year.

"Fucking hell." Peter chuckled quietly as he pulled out of me, making me smile and bite my lip as he pulled the condom off and binned it before lying down behind me. He curled his arm over my waist and pulled my back against his chest so that we were spooning as he leant down and gently peppered kisses on the side of my neck.

"That was amazing." I sighed out in bliss.

"Really was, babe. I think that it was the best sex that we've ever had." He smirked, making me laugh and shake my head as he continued to kiss my skin.

"You say that every time, Pete." I teased.

"That's because every time, it's amazing." He returned, making me smirk and shake my head again as I looked forward again and rested my head back against the pillow. Ever since I had met Peter, life had just been complete. We had met a year ago, at the age of fifteen, when the Avengers had tracked me down and recruited me for my superpowers. I had happily joined, and had been taken by the shy and yet kind Queens boy immediately. He also seemed taken by me, though his awkwardness meant that it took the team literally tricking us into going on our first date for him to finally admit to me his real feelings, and finally ask me out on a real date. But the rest was now history, with this week marking one year of us dating. Every moment with Peter had been perfect, with the boy being the ideal boyfriend. He had cuddled me every night since we had started sleeping together, he would regularly buy me little presents like teddy bears, flowers and chocolates, even if it wasn't a special occasion, and I would often come back from training to find that he'd cooked my favourite food in the Tower's kitchen. I loved him so much, and it felt good to know that he felt the same way. I sighed out and let my eyes flutter shut, my body more than happy to fall asleep with this train of thought in my head, and Peter's strong arm wrapped around my waist to hold me against him as I slowly but surely fell into the grasp of sleep.

~One month later~

I lay on my side in mine and Peter's bed, my stomach twisting in anxiety and tears pricking my eyes as I numbly stared ahead at the bedroom wall. My hand rested casually against my stomach as my mind desperately willed for the cramps to start. But no such luck. Of course normally, I didn't wish cramps upon myself, but given that my period had been due two weeks ago, and still hadn't come, I was virtually begging them to start now. I hadn't thought much of it when I had been a few days late, given that that wasn't uncommon for me, and that Peter and I always used protection when having sex. But then two days had turned into five, which had turned into a week, which had turned into two...and still nothing. I gulped harshly and sat up, my mind grateful for Peter having been scheduled for early training this morning so that he wouldn't see me in this state and ask questions as I headed into our en-suite. My heart was pounding so violently in my chest that I felt sick, every inch of my being praying that I'd pull my panties down to reveal a pool of blood against the fabric. After all, I had agreed with myself that if I hadn't gotten it by today...I would get a pregnancy test. And that was the last thing that I wanted to do. I took deep breaths in a futile attempt to calm my worsening anxiety as I locked the en-suite door and headed to the toilet. I didn't look down, my eyes wavering and tears already pricking them as I sat down on the porcelain and pulled my panties down before slowly allowing myself to look down. I bit my lip harshly, my eyes wavering again and tears starting to leave them at the sight that I was confronted with. The sight of my absolutely spotless panties. Meaning no period. Meaning that I was likely pregnant. I choked and shook my head as I buried my face into my hands, tears freely leaving my eyes now as the worst case scenario started to happen. The worst case scenario of being pregnant at only sixteen, with my boyfriend, also only sixteen, being the father. This was not good. But I had to know for sure. I took more deep breaths and tried once again to calm myself as I pulled my panties and shorts back up before leaving the bathroom and mine and Peter's bedroom. I felt completely numb as I headed out into the kitchen, slight relief entering me as only Wanda and Natasha were sitting at the kitchen island. And they were exactly the people that I needed to see.

"H-hey, guys." I spoke quietly, making them look up at me as I alerted them to my presence.

"Hey, honey. Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost." Natasha chuckled as she turned to face me on the bar stool, and Wanda looked at me from behind the island. I gulped harshly and looked down, making the women's' smiles dip as they looked at each other.

"Y/N, I was kidding. What's happened?" Natasha asked softly. I gulped and looked back up at them as tears continued to leave my eyes.

"I-I, um...I need o-one of you...to buy me...a p-pregnancy test." I eventually got out through my chokes and sobs. Both of their eyes widened, their mouths hanging open as they once again looked at each other.

"Oh, Y/N...honey, oh my god." Wanda sighed as she rushed around the island and wrapped her arms tightly around me in a hug. I returned it desperately, the kind woman gently holding my head against her chest as I sobbed into her t-shirt.

"Are you sure that you're not just late, sweetie? You could just be late." Natasha nodded.

"I t-thought so too, but I'm two w-w-weeks late now. I've never been so l-late, and I'm getting no cramps, no mood swings, nothing to say that it's coming." I sobbed and shook my head.

"Okay, honey, alright, it's going to be okay. I'll go to the store and get you a pregnancy test, and of course we won't say anything to Pete or the rest of the team until you know. Are you okay?" Wanda asked as she gently moved a strand of hair out of my face. I choked and shook my head again as I looked between the women.

"I just don't understand how this happened. I-I mean, we're always careful, and we're only sixteen. What the fuck are we supposed to do?!" I cried.

"I'm afraid that the only opinions that matter in that decision are yours and Peter's, sweetie. That's why you need to know for sure, and then tell him if it's positive." Natasha cooed as she rested her hand on my arm in reassurance.

"Nat's right, Y/N, try not to stress until you know for sure. Stay with Nat, I'll go and get your test." Wanda nodded, making me sniff and return it as she gently let me go.

"Come here, hun." Natasha sighed, making me choke and bite my lip as I instead went to hug her as Wanda rushed to the elevators.

I wandered along the hallway to the living room, the blood rushing through my body audible in my ears as I felt violently sick. I gulped harshly as the laughing and talking coming from the room in front of me rang out, but sounded like it was a thousand miles away. Maybe because that's how I felt. I had just taken the pregnancy test, and had had mine and Peter's worst fears confirmed. Now...I had to tell him. I gulped harshly again, tears already pricking my eyes and my heart almost suffocating me as I wandered into the living room, where the whole team sat. Wanda and Natasha looked up and noticed me, their smiles immediately dipping and their eyes widening as Natasha raised her eyebrows. I bit my lip and nodded, the women's eyes wavering as I gave them their answer.

"U-Um, guys, I think that we should give Pete and Y/N five minutes alone, yeah?" Natasha nodded as she stood up, everyone's eyebrows furrowing in confusion as Peter looked over the edge of the sofa at me.

"What? Why-."

"Because I said so, move your ass, Rogers." She scoffed.

"Alright, alright, we're going, sheesh." Tony returned the scoff and held up his hands in surrender as they all passed me and walked out. Wanda gave me a sorry smile and gently squeezed my arm as she passed, making me gulp and nod as only Peter and I were left in the room. My boyfriend looked at me with furrowed eyebrows.

"What was that all about? Are you okay, babe?" He chuckled.

"I-I, um...I will be." I nodded as I walked towards him. Peter's smile dipped at my words, his eyebrows furrowing more in concern as I went to sit next to him.

"Seriously, baby, you look terrified. What's wrong?" He gulped. I returned it and bit my lip, my stomach twisting more than it ever had before and tears relentlessly leaving my eyes as I reached my shaking hand into my hoodie pocket. I pulled out the positive test, Peter's eyes flicking down to it as I presented it to him. His eyes widened, his lips parting slightly as he saw it.

"Oh, fuck...i-is that..."

"Yeah, Pete. It's a positive pregnancy test. My positive pregnancy test. I'm pregnant." I choked and shook my head. Peter's eyes wavered, tears also starting to roll down his face as he gently took it from me and studied it carefully.

"H-how?! We were always so careful, we always use protection, a-and the condom never broke as far as I was aware." He gulped as he desperately tried to make sense of this, just like I had done.

"I-I don't know, Pete. I guess that it must have broken one time, and we didn't notice, so I didn't take emergency contraception or anything. Not that it matters now, because it's happened. And we need to decide what we want to do." I nodded. He looked at me.

"Meaning what exactly, angel? Because when you say that, it makes it sound like you want an abortion. A-and it's completely okay if that's what you want, it's your body, b-but when you say that, that's what it sounds like." He scoffed and shook his head. I sighed and bit my lip at him, my head starting to pound with how much I had been crying. Because the truth was that I didn't know yet what I wanted to do. But I had to admit to myself that keeping this baby, well...it didn't sound like the worst idea in the world. I knew that Peter and I were young, neither of us had even graduated from high-school yet, but this...it just felt like something that we could do. We had Peter's Aunt May, we had my parents and siblings, not to mention the team of half a dozen super humans who I knew would jump at the chance to help us with this. It felt like we were in a position that would make this possible, where despite us being virtually kids ourselves, we could do this. We could love and raise this child, we could give them the best life possible. And right now, that was all that was on my mind.

"I don't know for sure yet what I want to do. And of course you'll get a say too, as the baby's dad. But...I think that we can do this. I'm not saying for certain that we're keeping it, that we're not giving them up for adoption, but...I can't explain it, but termination doesn't feel like the right option. I want them to live. Whether that be with us, or with someone else. I'm not saying yes yet to keeping them, but I don't want to abort them. I don't want an abortion." I admitted with a shake of my head. Peter nodded and gulped, more tears leaving his eyes as he took my hand into his grasp.

"Okay. Good, because I didn't want you to abort the pregnancy either. Of course if you had decided that that was best for you, I would have supported you one-hundred-percent, but I'm happy with the decision to follow through with the pregnancy, whether they stay with us, or get adopted." He stated. I bit my lip and looked at him, making him return the glance as I put my hand over his.

"Pete, I don't know about you, but I feel like we can do this. Don't get me wrong, I'm fucking terrified right now, but it feels like we have options. It feels like if we decide to keep this baby, we'll be okay. We'll be good parents, with a good support network, and we'll be able to pull it off. I think that we can do this." I nodded. He returned it and bit his lip.

"I feel like we can too, angel. We have time to decide what we're doing for sure, but yeah. If we keep this baby, I think that we can do it." He agreed.

"Thank you for being so understanding, Pete. I was terrified to tell you." I gulped.

"Of course, babe. Look, this is down to both of us, not just me and not just you. This is on both of us, and we can do it." He reassured as he raised his hand and gently cupped my cheek. I gave him a small smile and bit my lip, my anxiety finally settling after what felt like hours at the idea that Peter finally knew, and that we were on the same page. It reassured me to think that if we kept this baby, he would be by my side for the whole time, and only reminded me of why I loved him so much. Why I loved the father of my unborn child so much.

"I love you, Pete. So much." I whispered and shook my head.

"I love you too, angel. And I love our unborn baby too." He smiled, making me chuckle and shake my head as I leant in and gently kissed him.