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Power Failure
Everyone had been walking around on eggshells for several weeks lately. Everyone too afraid to say anything that would set the heavily pregnant woman off. Everyone, except Peter, that is. Peter, like always, never knew when to engage his brain to mouth filter and was regularly on the receiving end of the wickedly sharp tongue that was the Black Widow.
At eight months pregnant, Nat was volatile, more so than usual. Most of them took pity on her, her small frame did not take to pregnancy the way many women's did. Her ankles were swollen all the time, hyperemesis gravidarum made it impossible for her to eat much, and everything hurt. Steve was doing everything he could for her, along with the rest of the Avengers, but it wasn't enough.
So, when she pinched the last slice of cake that Tony had been saving for Peter who hadn't been able to attend the baby shower, Peter had, unfortunately, made a rather disparaging comment that was not meant to sound as horrible as it did. "I swear nothing is sacred with you around," he grumbled.
Tony and Steve both paled at his words and the former prepared to whisk his young lover away before she could kill him. But, instead of going on the assault, Nat burst into tears and sobbed into her hands. Peter startled at the sound. "Oh, no, Nat, I'm sorry, I didn't…ah fuck, please don't cry, of course you can have the cake. I was being insensitive."
Peter gingerly put his arms around her and hugged her close. Nat cried harder. "I'm sorry, Petey. I know you wanted the cake but it's just been so hard keeping anything down and this is the one thing I haven't puked straight back up."
"I know, I was an ass, I'm sorry, here, let me get you some whipped cream to go with it," he said, trying to make it better.
He knew the hyperemesis was taking its toll on her and really, it was only a slice of cake. He'd been looking forward to it, sure, but he knew he needed to let her have it. He squirted a load of cream all over it and handed her a fork. Nat smiled brightly at him and waddled away with her prize. Peter didn't miss the grin she threw at Steve and knew he'd been played, but he found he didn't care.
Instead, Tony asked FRIDAY to order in a bunch of cakes like the one they'd had for Nat's baby shower and he had a slice of that instead. Later in the evening, Peter knocked on Nat's door and passed her another slab of cake and kissed her cheek. Nat beamed at him and thanked him softly in Russian.
When the rest of the team had gone to bed, Tony and Peter curled up on the sofa and put a movie on, neither of them really watching it, just enjoying one another's company. "You've been away more lately," Tony murmured into the Peter's hair, the boy slumped to the side, head on his chest.
"Yeah, I know, I'm sorry. My robotics class has really gotten intense and I just needed to concentrate."
Tony nodded and kissed the messy curls. "I know, I just miss you lurking about the 'shop asking me a million questions."
Peter chuckled and nuzzled against Tony's chest. He'd missed being around but now that his project was almost complete, he would have more spare time. They sat in silence for a while, neither one wanting to disturb the comfortable quiet. They heard footsteps behind them and Peter sat up a little and glanced back.
He spotted Steve rooting around in the medicine cupboard. "Tony, where's the anti-sickness stuff?"
Peter jumped up and retrieved it for him. "She not keeping the cake down now?"
Steve shook his head. "No, it's all come back up."
The teen frowned sadly. "Did I overdo it giving her more cake?"
"No, not at all, Pete, she was really happy about that. It's just…I dunno, the closer we get to her due date the less she can eat. Don't worry, we'll get what we can into her."
Peter curled back up on the sofa with Tony and kissed the knuckles of the hand that wrapped around his shoulders. Tony grinned at him. "I wanted to talk to you about something."
Peter sat up again so he could give Tony his full attention. "What is it?"
"With the exception of recently, you spend a lot of your time here at the compound. How do you feel about moving in, permanently?"
"What, like in my own room?" Peter asked.
Tony shrugged. "If you wanted, sure, I could sort out your own room. But, I was kinda thinking you'd move in with me, into my room."
Peter blinked then a slow grin spread across his face. "Live here? With you? I'd love to, Tony." He slid into Tony's lap and gave him a toe-curling kiss. "That means we're gonna have to tell Aunt May the truth," he murmured between kisses.
A groan sounded, and not one of pleasure. "Way to kill the mood, Petey," he whined. "But, yeah, we'll tell May."
Peter laughed and kissed him again, getting things back on track. It wasn't long before the two of them were hard and panting, and neither one of them wanted to be caught, ass in the air, if Steve needed to come back through. Tony rose smoothly to his feet, hands under Peter's ass, and carried him to the elevator then his room.
He deposited Peter on the bed and shucked his shirt quickly, joining Peter on the bed and sliding the boy's shirt up and off, kissing the exposed abs and chest, flicking a nipple and nipping at his throat. Peter whined, his hands scrabbling at Tony's back, blunt nails scraping deliciously. He loved it when Tony would take him apart.
But, tonight, he wanted to worship his lover. So, he flipped them, putting Tony underneath him and shuffled back so he could undo Tony's belt and pants, hopping off just long enough to pull them off along with his boxers. Tony lay bare to Peter's hungry gaze and Pete very much liked what he saw. He removed his jeans and blushed at Tony's raised eyebrow at the lack of underwear, then crawled up Tony's body, swallowing his cock in one go.
"Jesus fucking wept!" Tony cried. "Give an old man a little warning!" Then all Peter heard was his own slurps and Tony babbling absolute nonsense above him, hands sliding into his hair and tugging just the way Peter liked.
He got Tony on the edge of orgasm then backed off. He might be jacked up on Extremis but Tony was still only good for one round for a while. He leaned over and pulled the lube out of the bedside drawer, flipped the lid and squirted a generous amount onto his fingers. He reached behind himself and slid two fingers in, smirking at the way Tony's pupils blew wide.
"Oh, baby, lemme see," he begged.
Peter gave him a mischievous grin and swivelled around, letting Tony see him finger himself, listening to Tony's whispers of praise. He knew Tony loved to watch him, whether it was this or a mutual wank. He didn't bother getting the three fingers when he wiped his hand off on the sheets and quickly dribbled a little lube on the head of Tony's cock.
He swung back around and dropped down onto his cock, shouting garbled words of pleasure as he was breached and took Tony's entire length in one go. "Fuck!" He cried, his thighs shaking, insides clenching around the intrusion.
He could feel every pulse of Tony's dick and fucking hell was it amazing as always. He didn't wait to give himself time to adjust, just set a brutal pace of fucking himself on Tony, hands braced on Tony's chest and eyes locked on warm hazel ones.
"God, I love you, Pete," Tony croaked, hands on Peter's hips, helping guide his motions.
Peter could only manage a whimper but the sentiment was there. He didn't have much longer left in him, the angle making sure Tony struck his prostate with every movement, turning him to jelly, the heat curling in his belly as his orgasm approached.
Tony reached for his cock but Peter batted his hand away. "No, I wanna come on your cock," he whispered.
The engineer's eyes rolled in their sockets and his grip turned bruising, his hips rising to meet Peter and thrusting into him faster, harder. Peter almost bit clean through his lip when his orgasm hit him and his vision went white for a second, shooting hot come across Tony's chest and stomach. He screamed in pleasure then Tony followed with a soft cry of Peter's name, spurting inside the teen and grinding up against Peter's ass.
Thankful for the serum coursing through Tony's veins, Peter pitched forward and collapsed across the man's chest, panting like he'd just ran a marathon, grimacing when Tony slipped out of him and the semen slipped out, making his thighs slick. "Sometimes I really wish Harry Potter was real and I could just magic the mess away," Peter whined, dragging himself to the bathroom to get a washcloth and cleaning them both off.
He threw it in the direction of the bathroom and climbed under the sheets with Tony. He kissed Tony languidly and laid his head down on his chest. "I love you," Tony whispered.
"I love you too, Tony," he mumbled sleepily, and fell asleep second later to the sound of Tony's strong and steady heartbeat.
-oo0oo-
Peter stopped Tony from nervously tugging on his tie for the fifth time since they'd gotten in the elevator in his apartment block. "Tony, it doesn't matter what happens, I'm still moving in with you."
Tony gave him a shaky smile. "I hope so, Petey."
He chuckled and shook his head, slipping his hand into Tony's and lacing their fingers together. He brushed his lips against the knuckles. "Come on, let's get it over with."
Not wanting to startle May, Peter released Tony's hand but kissed him quickly to try and calm the man's nerves. He meant what he said, whether May gave her blessing or not, he was going to live with Tony. He used his key to let them in and was grateful May was already home, saving them having to wait and Tony getting more worked up.
She greeted them warmly and hugged Peter. "Hey kiddo, you're both looking kinda serious there, is something up?"
Peter and Tony sat next to one another and May took the armchair. "Well, we do need to talk to you about something."
May frowned. "Pete, you're scaring me, are you in trouble?"
"No! God, Aunt May, no, I promise nothing is wrong. But, when you found out I'm Spiderman I promised I wouldn't keep anymore secrets from you, and well, I've sorta broken that promise. But, I want to come clean to you, cause you're pretty much my mom and it isn't right that I keep things from you."
May's eyes watered and Peter felt shitty for making her cry, until he realised they weren't tears of sadness. "Oh, sweetheart, I know your mom died when you were young but…"
Peter shook his head. "No, May, no buts. She and dad, well, they made their choices and I don't remember them much. But you, you raised me, May, you and Uncle Ben taught me all the things I needed to grow, to thrive. I love you, May."
She burst into tears and covered Peter's face in kisses. "Sweetie, you'll always be my boy."
"You also taught me that I could come to you about anything, and you'd never turn me away."
"Of course, Pete, why on earth would I ever turn you away? There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you, honey."
Peter took a deep breath and Tony squeezed his shoulder in support. "I'm gay, May."
May laughed. "Sweetie, I know. I've always known that. It was kind of obvious when you had nothing but pictures of Iron Man all over your walls, and the last girlfriend you had was before you were even in high school."
"Well, okay, that's something I guess."
"Was that it?" May asked. "Because it seems you're a little high strung for that."
Peter swallowed hard and laced his fingers with Tony's again. "I'm in love with Tony, and he's asked me to move in with him," he blurted.
May stared at him for several seconds, then at their joined hands, and she exploded. "What the fuck?! You're seeing Tony Stark? Peter! Why…how…when…why would you keep that from me? Jesus Christ Peter he's old enough to be your dad! Sorry, Tony," she threw at him and he shrugged, but then she turned on him. "And you! He's a boy, Tony! He's eighteen for god's sake! How long has this been going on?" She demanded.
Peter went to answer but Tony gently squeezed his hand and he shut up. "I can say with complete honesty that nothing happened before Peter was eighteen. I'm not a creep, May. Secondly, it was Peter who did all the chasing and I could give you a hundred reasons why he shouldn't be with me, but, he's chosen me, and I can give you a further hundred why he'd never find anyone more willing to fight for him than me. I love him, May. God help me, I'm head over heels, ass over tit, cupid shot me with a fucking arrow in love with him."
The tirade that May had looked to be about to go on stopped dead and she stared at him stupidly. "You love him?" She whispered.
Tony nodded. "Yes, ma'am, I do. There is nothing I wouldn't do for him, no length I wouldn't go to, to keep him safe."
She flopped back into the armchair. "Pete, you feel the same?"
Peter grinned like a love-sick idiot and nodded. "Yep, sure do, Aunt May."
She seemed to mull it over for a while before she spoke again. "Alright, here's how it's gonna go. Zip it, Stark! I won't lie and say I'm over the moon about this, and it's not the age difference, Peter, there's other things that give me concern, however…Stark, I am warning you! However, I can see that this isn't something I'm ever going to stop happening, so, it's gonna go like this. You can move in with Tony- Peter! Calm down! You can move in with Tony, and yes, I am fully aware I wouldn't be able to stop you even if I tried, but I would like to visit the compound, and make sure where you'll be living is appropriate, and that you'll still be able to get to college easily."
Peter was surprised that she had acquiesced so easily, and figured that her request was more than reasonable. "Sure thing, May, in fact, why don't you come with us now? I was gonna collect some stuff now anyway."
May agreed, grabbed some boxes to help him pack, shed many tears, threatened Tony several times with castration if he so much as considered hurting her boy, but ultimately, she gave her blessing. The car ride was only mildly awkward and when they arrived at the compound, May whistled. "Nice digs."
Tony burst out laughing and thanked her. Peter led the tour around the compound and promised she could come back and take a dip in the huge pool out back. Peter showed her Tony's room, at his insistence, and Tony said that Peter would also have a room of his own he could retreat to if he ever needed his own space.
He said he appreciated how living with one another could have its ups and downs and he wanted Peter to have a safe space. It would be set up with biometric security and the only time Tony would be able to gain access was if he believed Peter was in danger. Pete went a little gooey knowing Tony had put so much thought into them living together.
They returned to the common room and Peter fixed them all a coffee, talking generally when he remembered that he'd not grabbed his StarkPad so he could show Tony the progress he'd made on his project. He excused himself and jogged to the elevator, holding the doors when he heard Nat call out to wait for her. Peter waited patiently as she waddled as fast as she was able, her top stretched over her swollen stomach.
Neither of them were prepared when the power to the elevator failed and they were stuck between floors. Peter went to open the doors so he could wriggle out and get help but he was stopped when he heard Nat cry out and grab his arm.
"What is it?" He asked.
She looked down at the puddle between her legs. "My water just broke, the baby is coming," she whispered, fear in her green eyes.
-oo0oo-
"Boss, the power to the elevator has failed. Peter and Natasha are trapped inside."
Peter heard FRIDAY through the comms unit in the elevator, letting him know she'd alerted Tony. Peter had never been more relieved May was there. Peter opened the doors on the floor above them and he could see Tony and May crouched down. May tried to get in but she couldn't wiggle through.
"Peter, sweetheart, I need you to calm down or you're gonna make Nat frightened more than she already is," May soothed. "Nat, how are you doing?"
Nat growled at her but May didn't take it to heart. "I don't know what my dilation is but contractions are already four minutes apart!" She tapered off into a scream.
"Peter, baby, keep your cool. Your aunt and I are here and she's a nurse, remember? She'll help you get Nat through this," Tony spoke softly, reaching through the gap to squeeze Peter's fingers.
"What? I don't follow? What do you mean?" He babbled, panicking.
"Sweetie, you're gonna have to deliver Nat's baby, okay. I know you're scared, honey, I know, but Nat's even more scared than you are so I need you to get yourself under control, and help your friend. Nat, you're gonna have to lose the pants or that baby won't be coming out."
Peter took some deep breaths and calmed his racing heart. He couldn't fail Nat now. He helped her shimmy out of her pants and underwear, and pulled off his shirt so he could mop her forehead. He caught the blankets Tony threw down to them and got her as comfortable as possible on the floor of the elevator.
"Hold my hand and squeeze when it's too much, okay?"
Nat nodded and grabbed his hand in a bone crushing grip, squeezing when the next contraction hit. "We're at…three minutes now!" Nat screeched.
"Right, Peter, I need you to insert two fingers into Nat and see how wide her cervix is, in centimetres, Pete."
Peter squawked at her and then down at Nat. "It's okay, Pete, just do it," she groaned in pain.
He distantly heard Tony gag a little and May smacking him in the head, yelling at him to get a grip. Peter crouched between her spread legs and as gently as he could, pushed two fingers into her until he met resistance. He spread forefinger and middle apart. "Uh, I'd say about six centimetres."
"Okay, that's good, your body is moving quickly, Nat, that's good. Peter, you're gonna need to keep checking until she reaches ten centimetres, okay?"
Peter nodded and every few minutes he checked again until they reached ten. "Alright, we're there!" He yelled up to his aunt. He wiped down Nat's head, shoulders and chest with his shirt while he heard May telling Tony what supplies they were going to need.
"Hey, Pete, thank you," he heard Nat whisper.
He looked down into her tear filled eyes and smiled warmly. "What for? You're doing all the hard work."
She laughed weakly and squeezed his hand. "Still, if I couldn't have this baby in a hospital there's no one I'd trust more than you."
Swallowing the lump in his throat, he kissed her forehead. "There's no baby I'd rather deliver than yours," he whispered, voice breaking.
May turned her attention back to them. "Right, Nat, when the next contraction hits I need you to push with everything you've got. FRIDAY can only monitor your heartrate, not the baby's so we need to move quickly but safely. Tony is working to find out where the power short has happened but right now, getting this baby out is top priority. You hear me?"
Nat nodded and tightened her grip on Peter's hand. "You ready?"
Peter grinned and wrapped his other hand around their joined ones. "You bet, let's meet your baby!"
With every contraction, Peter fought back the urge to scream with her, his hand slowly being crushed in her vice-like grip, but he maintained a poker face because right now, Nat needed him. When he saw the crown of the baby's head, the lump in his throat returned but he forced it down to keep coaxing her, cheering her on. "Come on, Nat, we're nearly there!"
Peter freed one hand up when the head popped free so he could gently manipulate the baby's shoulders out and swiftly brought the baby up to his chest when it fell free of Nat's body. He took a blanket from his aunt and wrapped the baby safely up, keeping arms and legs tucked in, and a soft cloth to clear the baby's head of gore.
He took sterilised scissors and asked Nat if she wanted to cut the cord. "No, sweetie, you should do it. You delivered him, her?"
Peter held off a little longer telling her the gender until he'd cut the cord and coaxed the baby to give a good scream. It made him wince but he honestly couldn't bring himself to mind. "Meet your son, Nat."
He handed the baby over and burst into tears along with her, the two cooing over the sweet baby. Nat babbled away in Russian to her son, and Peter just smiled dopily with her. Finally, the power was back and the lift moved to the floor Tony and May were on, a pale and panicked Steve stood there waiting impatiently.
He all but shoved Peter out of the way only to be scolded by Nat for being so careless with the young man who had delivered their son. Steve stammered an apology but Peter just laughed and waved his apology off, he understood. May hugged him tightly and Peter cried out when his hand was jostled.
Tony took the injured hand between his two and frowned down at the mangled digits. "Peter, why didn't you say anything?" He yelped.
Peter shrugged. "She needed the hand more than I did, it'll heal once the bones are properly set."
"Peter?" Nat called. "Sweetie, you should've said! Oh honey, I'm so sorry!"
"Nah, it's fine, really. It was totally worth it."
Tony whisked him away to medical so they could get the bones set before they healed too much and needed re-breaking. Once his hand was strapped up, May gave the new parents and warm hug and left to go home, citing she would return later in the week to see them. She gave them the card of an excellent midwife who could check the baby over if they had any concerns.
Nat, Steve, and baby Rogers-Romanoff met the two men in the common room, along with the rest of the Avengers. Peter squealed in joy when he saw the baby wearing a Spiderman hat and begged Nat to hold him. She laughed and relinquished the baby to him. "Might as well get used to holding him, after all, you're his godfather."
Peter's eyes bugged out of his head. "What? Uh, wait, um, are you sure?" He stammered.
Steve gently clapped his shoulder so as not to startle his sleeping son. "No one we'd rather have."
Nat grinned out at the team. "We'd like you all to meet Jared Peter Rogers."
Peter had to hand the baby to Steve so he could hug Nat, sobbing uncontrollably into her neck. She laughed and held him tight. When he'd gotten himself under control, he stood with Tony. "Why Jared?" He asked, curious.
He saw her eyes flicker to Tony. "Jarvis seemed a little old fashioned, so we chose Jared, instead."
It was Tony's turn to cry then, though with much less drama. Little Jared was passed around the team, and when he finally ended up with Tony, he kissed the baby's head and whispered, "I hope you know that your Uncle Peter is going to spoil you rotten every day. You are loved in this team, sweet one. Welcome to the family."
Just a heads up guys, I unfortunately was not able to birth my child naturally so if this isn't entirely accurate, please don't shoot me – I only know natural childbirth from what I've read and others have told me.