"This can't be real," Peter mumbled through his hand. Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, making the stick in his hand too blurry to see. He can already feel his sinuses start to fill up with gunk as he began to cry. He pressed the hand already on his mouth onto it harder to muffle the noise, trying desperately to make sure no one would come and check on him. The pregnancy test seemed to weigh him down more than he thought it would, almost feeling like the building that the Vulture had crashed down on him last year.

"It's rigged, right?" he asked himself, wiping the tears off of his face. A laugh bubbled in his throat, escaping his lips before he realized what was happening. The laugh quickly turned into a sob as tears began to rush down his face at an alarming rate. He sunk down off of the toilet and onto the floor, holding his head in his hands as he sobbed.

Panic bubbled up in his stomach, rolling through his entire body and causing him to sit straight up. He gasped for air, not filling up his lungs all the way as he began to hyperventilate. He shook his head, feeling the nausea roll from his stomach up to his throat, giving him just enough time to open the toilet and lean over it.

The sudden vomit does nothing to help with his hyperventilation, especially since the gags come out in overly long periods, making it hard for him to choke in a breath. When the liquid is finished gushing out of his mouth, he sat back on his legs, taking in a deep breath as he felt his mouth fill with saliva. He quickly swallowed, hoping that the spit would make his stomach calm down. "I really hope that was just a panic attack and not Morning Sickness," he whimpered, placing a hand on his stomach tenderly.

After a moment of silence, allowing the panic inside of him to simmer down into a calm rage that he could push down into any easily ignorable worry. "I can't go to Dad. Or Pops. They'd both get so mad at me for letting this happen to myself so young. God, how could I be so stupid," as soon as those words left his mouth, the tears were back. He pressed a hand to his mouth as he sobbed, snot running down his face and mixing with the saline. He let himself cry, finally giving in to his emotions as the sobs ripped at his throat, tearing his vocal cords.

Finally, after his voice was sore and his face stuffy with a hangover from his tears, he finally stopped. He stood up from the ground, leaving the pregnancy test on the ground where he had dropped it. He leaned heavily on the counter, begging for the support it was offering him. He glanced up at the mirror, flinching away at what he saw. "God, you're a mess," he laughed, running a hand through his curly hair. He sniffled one last time, wiping the remaining snot from his nose before he leaned down, splashing some warm water onto his face.

He glanced back up, pleased to see that the blotches were slowly fading away. He took a deep, steadying breath, allowing his lungs to feel all the way, to the point where he could feel his heartbeat against his chest. He let it out through his mouth, looking confidently at himself in the mirror. "You can do this, Spiderman," he said fondly, running a hand through his hair one more time.

He was just barely outside of the door to his room when someone from down the hall called to him. He swiveled around, only half looking for whoever it was. "Peter," Tony said, walking quickly down the hall to his step-son.

"Can I help you Mr. Stark?" he asked, shoving his hands in his pockets awkwardly.

"Peter, enough with the Mr. Stark, at the very least you can call me Tony," the billionaire said with a wave of his hand.

"Okay, sorry," the younger Avenger mumbled anxiously, trying to keep the conversation moving so that he could leave back on his mission as quickly as possible.

"Nevermind that," he continued on, not seeming to sense the teenager's obvious awkwardness. "I was wondering if you and Shuri would like to join me in my private lab, to look over some of the things that I have been working on."

"Uhm, okay," Peter said, glancing behind him.

"Hey, kid, you seem kind of distracted," Tony said, catching Peter's sleeve as he had slowly tried to move away. "Is everything okay?"

Peter felt a lump appear in his throat as soon as those words had left the man's lips. He quickly swallowed it down as he nodded, "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. I just- I just gotta go." He pointed behind him as he rushed down the hall, back the direction that he had originally been heading.

He could hear Tony call at him as he raced down the hall, but the words fell on deaf ears. His legs carried him quickly down the vacant halls, and for that, he was more than grateful. He almost ran right by the room that he had been looking for, which caused him to skid to a stop, catching himself on the door frame that stuck out a small bit. His hand hovered just over the doctor's doorknob, but he knew that he had to do this.

He turned the knob, entering the doctors private training room, though he instantly felt a roll of regret fester in his stomach.

"You should have-" the doctor began, looking up at him with a bemused expression.

"Knocked, yeah I know," Peter said, a slight pink blush creeping onto his cheeks.

"If you knew, then why didn't you?" he asked, placing down his mug of tea onto the table.

"I really, really had to see you," Peter whispered, the fear returned in full force.

"Oh?" the magician asked.

"I um, can you promise not to tell my Dads?" he asked, his voice suddenly quiet.

"You need a doctor then," the older man sighed.

"Yes," Peter whispered, keeping his eyes low down to the ground.

"I promise not to tell Steve or Bucky as long as it is not life-threatening," Stephan nodded.

"I took a pregnancy test, and it came back positive," Peter choked out, the tears rushing down his face again.

"Come here," the doctor instructed, holding his arms out in a motion for a hug. The teenager obeyed, shuffling over to where the doctor was standing. He fell into his open arms, allowing the long appendages to wrap around him, holding him close, protectively. "Just cry," he whispered.

Peter obeyed, letting more sobs rip through his throat and lungs, his tears soaking the doctor's shirt. The taller man made small comforting noises every so often as his hands moved in soothing circles. "You're alright, I've got you," Stephan whispered.

The teenager pulled a small bit away, wiping the tears from his face with his sleeve. "Better?"

"Much," Peter whispered, his voice now hoarse.

"I can help you figure out if you are," Stephan said, trailing off at the last word of the sentence.

"Thank you," Peter sniffled. Stephan only nodded as he led him back further into the training room, going through to where the magician kept a small doctor's office.

"Lay down on the bed," the ex-neurosurgeon instructed, pointing to the hospital bed that he had in the corner of the room. Peter obeyed, chewing on his lip as he did so. "I'm going to press on your stomach and see if I can find anything," he offered. "Normally, this wouldn't work until you were farther along if you are pregnant at all. But, with my added ability, I should be able to find them if they do exist."

The mention of the 'if' made Peter's heart both soar and plummet into his shoes at the same time. The doctor's hands were cold and slightly damp, alerting the teenager to the fact that he had just washed them. Peter sucked in a breath, holding it in his chest while he watched Stephan press on his stomach. "Ow," he muttered, frowning slightly as the doctor pressed on his lower abdomen, where he normally got his cramps during his time of the month.

The doctor grimaced, feeling around the area again. "What is it?" Peter asked, finally allowing his head to fall back onto the table.

"I'm almost certain that you are pregnant, Peter," the doctor said, his voice suddenly more tender and compassionate.

"Shit," Peter swore, running a hand through his brown locks.

"Do you have any idea what you want to do?" the doctor asked, sitting down heavily in the chair next to the bed.

"No," he said numbly, his eyes going unfocused and hazy.

"Think about it for a little while, come and talk to me once you've decided, alright?" he said, giving the boy a curt smile.

"Why do you care so much?" Peter asked suddenly.

"I think I ought to care about my boyfriend's son, seeing as you mean the world and a half to Bucky," Stephan mused, smirking slightly.

"Oh," the teenager whispered. "I-I'm going to go back to my room." He slid off of the hospital bed, slowly making his way out of the room as his brain tried to wrap itself around the fact that there was a tiny human living inside of him.