Author's Note:

Thank you so much for the amazing response on the last chapter! I've replied individually to those who reviewed, and I thank you again!

I won't blabber on, instead, I'll let you get straight to the story!

As soon as Chloe stepped into the house, she went up to her room and closed the door, leaning against it and breathing heavily as she allowed herself to outwardly react to the thoughts raging inside. Her period was over two weeks late. Her taste in food seemed to have changed a little, too. Her stomach felt bloated. She hadn't thought anything of these things before now… surely this couldn't happen to her. It happened to other girls, but not to her!

Could there be another explanation?

Should she take a test? Just to see?

Her heart stammered loudly in her chest and tears welled up in her eyes. She was panicking. What if she was pregnant? How would she tell Peter? How would she tell her parents? What if they sent her back to the system? Had she just permanently screwed up any hopes of having a normal family or a normal life?

No, she had to calm down. She would take a pregnancy test as soon as she could buy one discreetly, and she would cross those bridges when she got to them.

Letting out a shaky sigh, Chloe put the pregnancy test on the counter and waited. The box said to wait for two minutes - she could do that, right? Two minutes. Easy.

Oh God it's gonna be positive, she thought with dread, then quickly covered her mouth with her hand to keep from crying loudly. No, she couldn't do this to herself right now. She just needed to wait and see what the test said… It's gonna say I'm pregnant, I know it! With a groan, she forced herself to look away from the test, studying the wall intensely. She was very glad that Steve and Natasha had taken Selina with them to go pick up some dinner; they'd tried convincing her to come, too, but she knew this was her golden opportunity and claimed to have a headache.

What was she thinking? Of course she's not pregnant; she and Peter had used precautions every time, right? Yes, yes, they did… but did any of them break? She had heard you were supposed to check that. Peter would have… oh man, she was pregnant, wasn't she? No, maybe she was just overreacting, creating a problem when one wasn't there. She was finally happy, everything was falling into place, this was just a way to self-sabotage, and she knew that. Checking to see if she was pregnant was absurd. She wasn't the screw up that she had been repeatedly told she was whilst in some of her foster homes.

But what if she was? And she was pregnant and as stupid and irresponsible as they deemed her to be? What would Natasha and Steve think?

No, what would they do when they found out? Her traitorous brain wondered, making her heart skip a beat with panic. They'll be so mad at me, and they won't want to keep me around anymore… Peter will break up with me, I'll be back in the system, I'll be all alone, I'll never go to college or get a job, my life will be ruined! Chloe did cry, this time, and tried to divert her thoughts from gloom and doom, bouncing her leg in anticipation.

Finally, finally, her watch said the two minutes were up.

She steeled her nerves and blindly grabbed the test off the counter, having to take a few grounding breaths before forcing herself to look at the piece of plastic.

She could not comprehend what she was seeing. She saw the test, she saw her hand - it was shaking, she noticed - she saw two pink lines that suddenly blurred together as tears came back with a vengeance. Two lines… positive.

Chloe sucked in a gasp and it came back out as a sob of disbelief and fear. What was she going to do? Dropping the test into the trash and burying it under a few tissues, she propped her head on her hands and covered her face, crying uncontrollably.

It was at least ten minutes before she could gather the strength to stand, and she couldn't bear to look at herself in the mirror as she passed it. She numbly went back to her room and curled up on her bed, one hand drifting down to her stomach. It couldn't be true! The test had to be wrong!

But… why else would she have so many other symptoms?

Deep down, she knew it most definitely had to be true.

She needed to talk to someone about this. She needed to get it off her chest, as embarrassing as that would be. She needed to talk.

Before she could scare herself out of it, Chloe grabbed her phone and purse and walked to the bus stop, taking the bus to Peter's. She nearly hyperventilated on the sidewalk outside of his apartment complex, and almost wanted to climb back on the bus and go home and cry. But she needed to do this.

With shaking legs she climbed the front steps, then took an elevator to the fifth floor, almost moving on autopilot as her mind raced with worries on how he would react.

It took her thirty seconds to work up the nerve to actually knock on the door.

May answered the door immediately, her handbag on her arm, and she looked pretty stunned. "Hello, Chloe. I wasn't expecting to see you today," she said, holding her keys.

Chloe gave her a watery smile and tried to seem normal. "Yeah, I just needed to talk to Peter about something. Is he home?"

"Of course, he's in his room. Go on straight through," May said, placing a hand on her shoulder before walking out of the home and towards the elevator.

Chloe wrung her hands nervously and made her way to Peter's room with her heart in her throat. You can do this, she encouraged herself, sucking in a huge breath before opening his door and peeking in. "Peter?"

Peter jumped up from his desk in surprise and excitement. "Chloe! I wasn't expecting you," he said, quickly checking his phone with a hint of confusion before tossing it to one side and stepping towards her.

She smiled meekly and shrugged. "I… need to tell you something…" She said quietly, nervousness twisting her insides. Or maybe that was the baby. At that thought she tried not to start crying again.

"Sure! Sit down," Peter offered, sitting down on his bed too. "Is everything okay?"

"Uhm…" suddenly her tongue was glued to her jaw and she couldn't find the words. "I…" Tears welled up in her eyes and she fought back a sob. "I'm… pregnant," she whispered, not meeting his eyes.

Peter went silent for a second, furrowing his brows in slightly confusion as he tried to make sense of it all. "Pregnant? As in, there's a baby in you?"

She couldn't help it. She chuckled, although it was combined with another sob and came out sounding warped. "Yes."

"What kind of baby?" He then asked, looking at her, confusion and a lot of other emotions coming through.

Chloe furrowed her brows and made eye contact for the first time since her admission. "Uhm, a human kind?"

His eyes widened a bit more. "We're going to have a human baby? How? My aunt just let me get a job, she's going to freak, and then I'm going to freak…" He suddenly paused and looked at her. "So… do we get married? Or are you just telling me so I sign something for you to give the baby away? Or… do you live here? I'm sure a crib will fit… uhh…" he said, looking around his room, perplexed.

Chloe chewed on her lip anxiously. "I don't know what to do," she said, pulling her knees to her chest and resting her forehead on them. "What will my parents think? What will your aunt think? I just… I'm scared."

"It's okay, we'll figure this out," Peter said, placing an arm around her and then pulling her into a hug a few seconds later. "They'll help us, too… if your parents don't kill me… your dad's got a really strong punch. But it'll all be okay."

His words were comforting, at least a little bit. With Peter backing her up, she was sure things wouldn't be so bad - one of her biggest fears, of him rejecting her and the baby, was put to rest. "I… I really hope so," she said quietly, leaning into his embrace. "Everything feels like it's upside-down and it's never going to be right again."

Peter nodded slowly. "Upside-down… with all of your blood rushing to your head and… yeah, it does feel like that," he agreed softly, his voice barely coming out as he stared at his wall. They were silent for a few minutes. "Hey, Chlo… what do you think about Spiderman?" He randomly inquired.

Chloe furrowed her brows and stared at him for a minute, not sure what this had to do with anything. "Uh… he's a superhero… nice guy, I'm sure. He worked with my dad once," was all she could really think of. She hadn't thought much about the hero, honestly. "Why?"

He retracted his arm from her and continued to stare at the wall. "Well… we're having a kid together now and…" he paused. "I don't really know if genetically this could affect anything, or what it means, really, but I wanted to tell you… now I feel like you need to know sooner rather than later."

She couldn't help the dread she felt in her gut. Well, not exactly dread, but more a sinking feeling that she knew where this was going and she wasn't sure how she felt about it. "What is it?" She asked semi-warily.

Peter looked at her with a big breath before it deflated out of him slowly. "I'm Spiderman," he said very simply, looking guilty and anxious to her reaction.

Yeah, part of her had thought that was where he was going. Still, it was enough of a shock that for a second it felt like the wind had been knocked from her lungs. She blinked owlishly at him and for a few moments, she wasn't sure what to say. He was a superhero? He was the kid Uncle Tony had somewhat taken under his wing? He was the one who'd helped her parents during that fight with half of the team? And he'd been hiding this from her? Should she be angry? Upset? Glad?

"I… wow," she said eloquently. "You… when did that happen?"

"A really long while ago," Peter answered cryptically.

Chloe frowned, running both hands through her hair as she tried to process the entirety of it. "And… you have powers?"

He nodded. "Yeah."

And that meant, "so the… the baby could have powers?" Or worse, what if the genetics were warped because of his powers, or something like that, and the baby didn't survive? And suddenly she realised - she was genuinely worried about the baby's survival. She cared, and not just out of some sense of duty; she cared about what happened to the child. She also realised that Peter had been talking like they would be keeping it. 'We're having a kid together,' he'd said. Something about it stirred a warm feeling in her even despite the fear and confusion the situation naturally had filled her with. She wasn't absolutely positive yet, but… she thought she might just want to keep the baby. Just maybe. None of the other options she could think of sounded right to her, none of them were anything she wanted. She had this new situation, and a brand new opportunity to make this life-changing choice… and she didn't want to regret the decisions she made.

"I don't know, Chlo. I've never had a baby before," Peter replied, sighing deeply as he looked down to the ground.

Automatically she replied, "You'd better not have."

He let out a strained chuckle. "I haven't, trust me."

Suddenly she felt completely sober again. "I do," she said in a small voice, moving to lean against him, needing physical support as much as she needed emotional support. "Do you… I mean, what do you think we should do? With the baby?" She needed to be sure he was on a similar page to her before she started going down this road.

"The… mother decides, so whatever you decide is what we'll do," Peter informed her softly, leaning his head on hers. "I'll support you in whatever way you want."

Chloe looked down at the ground, contemplating that, before replying, confused, "No, you're the father - you have a say in this as well. If we keep it, it would affect your life just as much as mine, and if we don't, I don't want to separate you from your child against your will."

Her adamance seemed to give him new confidence, and he didn't have to think it over before he spoke. "I want to keep it," he declared, no uncertainty in his voice.

His confidence in his answer was enough to give her more confidence of her own. Peter was strong-willed, smart, kind… he would be there for her, and with her. With his answer being so strong, she found herself no longer on the fence on the issue. "Me too," she said, and was surprised at how certain she was.

Peter had seen Chloe out merely an hour or two later when his aunt had returned. He sent his girlfriend as many supportive smiles as he could as she walked off before closing the front door.

"It was nice of Chloe to drop by," his aunt commented, before continuing. "I was thinking about making a stew tonight - any preference?"

Peter did his best to reply, he really did, but he couldn't even think about food right now. He turned towards her, away from the front door, and knew his face was telling her everything. He was able to hold everything in when Chloe was here, be the supportive person he knew she needed, but he was terrified and nervous and ready to cry.

"What's wrong? What happened?" May asked him, instantly moving towards him, but she didn't have to go too far as Peter crossed the small room to meet her midway. Before his arms even wrapped around her he began crying.

"I'm sorry, May, I'm so sorry."

Aunt May began to rub his back. "It's okay, everything's okay - what are you sorry for?"

He could hear the confusion and concern in her voice, but his just wasn't working yet. It was too much; he wasn't even eighteen yet, and now…

He was somehow guided to the couch, and it was only after May had wiped away his tears that he found the strength to tell her this particular little secret. "I… Chloe's pregnant."

The shock on May's face was evident, but she simply pulled him back into the hug and assured him that everything would be okay - and he decided to believe her. He needed to believe her to keep it all together, but couldn't help but let his mind drift, and one thing that was certain - Chloe's parents could literally kill him.

Thank you all for reading! This part was supposed to have been much shorter and combined with other scenes, however, due to the emotional and length of it, it's been decided to give this to you like this! (And early).

I hope you all like it and would love to know your views on Chloe falling pregnant at her age. It took a lot of time to decide whether or not to do this, so your thoughts would be most appreciated.

Up next - the wedding (between Bucky and Maria, of course!)