Peter opened his eyes slowly and blinked. He blinked over towards the windows, it was still dark out. He shut his eyes again, groaned, turned over and reached out for Wade. He made a confused noise and moved his hand around. He slowly opened one eye.

Nothing. No Wade. He was alone.

He frowned, it took him a minute to remember what happened. He buried his head in Wade's pillow and screamed. How is this his life? He was pregnant. With twins. He should be happy. Wade should be happy. But no, he was pissed. He didn't want them. Peter's eyes burned, tears building up. He struggled to keep them from falling.

Fuck, he needs to talk to someone. Aunt May would know what to do, but she was so busy with work. Peter didn't want to bother her. Maybe Tony could help. No, he would just use it as another reason to hate Wade. They would know eventually, of course, but not right now. Even if Peter didn't tell them, his baby bump would, once he got one. MJ knows. She could probably help. He picked up his phone and dialed. It took a while for her to answer, she must have been sleeping. Wait, what time is it?

"Do you know what time it is?" A groggy voice answered. Peter looked at the alarm clock, 5:37am. Oops?

"Oh, uh sorry." Peter said sheepishly.

"Peter?" She replied, sounding more awake. "What's wrong?"

"MJ, I, he. I can't." Peter stuttered out. He took a deep breath and tried again. "He left."

MJ was silent. "Who left?"

"Wade. He found out last night. He was pissed and told me to get rid of them and he just left."

"He what." Oh great, she was pissed too. Seems like all Peter is good for now is pissing everyone off. "Want me to kill him?"

"No." Peter let out a wet shaky laugh. "Besides, it wouldn't do much. He'll heal."

"Then I'll kill him twice."

Peter laughed again, it sounded wet and broken. It took MJ a long time to warm up to Wade before she found out he was Deadpool. She's always been very protective of the people she cared about, twice as protective of Peter. He wasn't sure if that was because they used to date or because he appeared weak and helpless during high school. "Please don't."

"Well, then what are you calling me for?"

"I don't know, I just needed someone to talk to. I don't know what to do."

"Hmm, Wade doesn't want the kid, right?"

"Kids." Peter corrected. "I'm having twins."

"Damn, I wasn't expecting that." MJ said softly. "So, Wade doesn't want them. Do you?"

"I don't know." Peter shrugged. "I mean, after Wade told me he couldn't have any I gave up on the idea of actually having children. This shouldn't even be possible, Wade's mutations makes it so he can't procreate."

"Well," MJ hummed. "Maybe your mutation makes you extra fertile."

"I don't think that's how it works." Peter smiled, he was already feeling better. And who knows, maybe the spider bite did make him extra fertile. That would be something else.

"You never know, spiders lay hundreds of eggs right? Instead of laying eggs you're just extremely fertile."

"That doesn't sound right."

MJ was silent, he could hear her taking a breath. "What are you going to do, Peter?"

"I don't know. I don't think I want an abortion, MJ. These are my babies. My babies. Mine."

"And his."

"Yeah, and his." Peter sighed. "Except he doesn't want them."

"But you do. You get the final say, Pete. Not him. If you really want to keep them, then I'll help. We all will."

"I don't know if I want to do this without him." Peter admitted. He rubbed his stomach, there were two babies in there, but he wasn't sure if he wanted them either. He wanted kids with Wade, he didn't want to pick one or the other.

"I doubt he'll change his mind Pete." MJ sighed, "He was very clear. He doesn't want them."

Peter felt his lower lip wobble. Oh great, he was going to cry again. "Maybe he'll change his mind if we, like, talk about it more?"

"He might, but I doubt it. He seems to have his mind made up, are you really sure you want to try and change it?"

"I don't know, maybe. What do you think I should do?"

"That's not for me to decide, Peter."

"I know that, just," Peter breathed out harshly. "I don't know. Pretend it is."

"I think you're too young to have kids. You just finished high school, Peter. You're 18 years old, Wade is 24. You have your entire life ahead of you."

"You think I should do it." Peter tighened his grip on his stomach. "You think I should get rid of them."

"I do." MJ said softly. "Or, if you can't bring yourself to do that, you should find them a good home."

"Okay." Peter croaked out. "Thank you."

"I really think you do some research and make the best decision for you. Not Wade, not aunt May, not Tony. You."

"Yeah, okay. That sounds good." Research. He can do research. What was he even supposed to be researching? Abortion? Adoption? What to do when your significant other wants you to get rid of your children? Peter groaned. He knew next to nothing about any of his supposed options. "I'll get right on that. Tomorrow."

"You do that. Let me know what you decide. Now, I'm going back to bed. Bye."

"Bye." Peter clicked 'end call' and curled around Wade's pillow, still gripping his phone.

Peter didn't even know anything about abortion. He had to do some research on it first, just like MJ said, and he had to talk to Wade. Even though MJ said he had to do what was best for him, he would be a horrible boyfriend if he didn't take what Wade wanted into consideration. He had to have a real adult conversation with him and talk this over. Peter was almost positive he could get Wade to at least think about having the twins. MJ said it was up to him, but these were Wades kids too. Peter would feel guilty and awful if he made a decision without talking to him.

He briefly wondered if Wade would be okay with their children being raised by someone else. There were good people all over, he just had to find one. If he wanted to go that route. There's a very real possibility the twins' will be mutants and while the treatment of mutants isnt as bad as it used to be, it's far from great. What if Peter picked out a couple who seemed like great parents, only for them to hate mutants and harm the twins?

He'll put adoption on the back burner for now. He'll cross that road after he talks to Wade. Whenever that may be.

He looked down at his phone, finger hovering over Wade's contact photo. He probably wouldn't even pick up.

He might though.

But he might just outright decline it.

Peter groaned again and banged his head softly on Wade's pillow. This was so stupid. He wasn't going to pick up. It was barely 6 AM and Wade was never up before 10 if he could help it so of course he wouldn't answer.

But it's fine, Peter can wait. He's still tired so he can drift off or something and wait until then.

Peter sniffed and looked at the photo on the nightstand. It made him cry last night and, if he was being honest, it still made him want to curl up in a tight ball and sob. He forced himself not to though. Crying wouldn't solve this. Besides, Wade was coming back. He had to come back.

Peter drifted off, looking at the picture lost in thought. Before he knew it, it was almost 10. He chose to ignore the fact that, on a normal day, he would have been up at 8 preparing for the day.

He can do this. If he doesn't pick up then he'll just leave a message. Everything would be fine.

He took a deep breath and clicked the call button. It was ringing, so Wade didn't decline his call. That's a plus. What if he doesn't pick up? What then? Peter can think of a few places he might be, but he doesn't want to run all over New York trying to find him.

'...leave a message after the beep.'

Peter bit his lip and dialed again. This time it went straight to voicemail. Should he leave a voicemail? He probably should, right? Maybe. Most likely. He said he would. He dialed one more time, there was still a sliver of hope that maybe he would answer but Peter knew he wouldn't. It rang twice then went to voicemail.

"Hey. Wade. Um, can we please talk? I just want to talk to you. Please. I don't know what to do. I need you here. We need to talk about this. I know you don't want kids but, but maybe we could make it work? Can we please just talk about it? Call me back, please."

Peter sighed and hung up. He put his hand on his stomach, he needed to come up with a plan. He wasn't going to sit around and cry and beg Wade to come back. He was going to do something with his time. He should probably research what an abortion is, exactly. He never put much thought into it before, he never wanted to think about it. But he had to know, he had to research what it is.

He pulled out his laptop from under the bed, where he kept it for late nights when he couldn't sleep and wanted to do school work or watch YouTube. He typed in 'abortion'

Abortion Information | Information About Your Options - Planned Parenthood

He clicked the link.

'There are two ways of ending a pregnancy: in clinic abortion and the abortion pill. Both are safe and very common. If you're pregnant and thinking about abortion, you may have lots of questions. We're here to help.'

He clicked around a bit, looking for information on the actual abortion process and what the hell an abortion pill was.

'Suction abortion (also called vacuum aspiration) is the most common type of in-clinic abortion. It uses gentle suction to empty your uterus.'

Peter sighed, well this was great and all but it didn go into any detail. It was vague and irritating. Maybe there was a video or something he could watch, to actually see what would happen. He clicked on the back button and typed in 'abortion video'.

Abortion videos - Campaign Life Coalition

The Tiktok Abortion video didn't actually show abortion, but this YouTube video did

Undercover Planned parenthood video strokes abortion debate - YouTube

He scrolled down, there were so many links, and some of them weren't even what he asked for. Ugh, stupid Google. He clicked on the first one, might as well just go top to bottom.

'THIS IS ABORTION

A graphic and disturbing video showing the end product of abortion.

The following video is copyright of the Canadian Centre for Bioethical Reform and reproduced with permission.'

He looked down and froze. The video wasn't playing, but he could see the image. Holy fuck. What the shit.

He saw a tiny body in a gloved hand, curled up on three fingers. There was a chunk missing from the stomach, like someone took scissors and just cut it. He clicked play.

The video started with the words "Abortion: Before & After". It showed an image of a tiny baby in between two fingers, showing the inches and had the words "7 weeks 4 days" under it. On the right was a large circle showing a real life video of what he assumed was an embryo in the womb. The camera, or whatever recorded it, was close to the embryo. He could see the fingers and, as it backed up, the front of the head and the rib cage. The skin was transparent so he could actually see the bones in the hands and abdomen. The arms were moving up and down.

The feed moved to the side, a different picture showing up on the right. It was an adult finger with blood and little limbs on the nail. He looked to the left, where he could still see the little human moving around. The image went away and a new picture of a 7 week embryo took its place. He could see the eyes, arms and legs with little fingers and toes and a head almost as big as the body attached to the umbilical cord.

Peter sniffed, his arms covering his stomach. He continued watching.

It went back to how it first looked, this time the embryo more formed and the words "8 weeks 2 days". He looked at the circle, it was showing a moving embryo. He could see the blood vessels (he assumed that's what they were) and more developed fingers moving more smoothly. It wasn't there long before a picture showed up on the left.

He breathed in harshly through his nose, his arms tightening almost protectively around his stomach. It was a body, this time. It looked squished but he could still see the head with eyes and a nose and the arms with hands and fingers. The legs weren't there but he could see the bones of the rib cage. His lip wobbled, he felt a tear fall down his face.

8 weeks. That's how old the nurse told him his own babies were. Before he had a chance to process that the image changed again. It started out zoomed in on a bloody mess. He could make out the torn up legs and an arm and a bloody pile. The rib cage busted up and crooked. The image zoomed out, showing an image of the procedure. Suction and Curettage Abortion of a 9 week old Fetus.

His vision was blurry, so he couldn't make out the pictures. The video continued, showing a 10 week old fetus now. The image on the left looked like a really detailed ultrasound, just yellow, the head wasn't as big as the rest of the body now and it looked like the limbs grew. He didn't want to look to the right. He didn't want to see it.

He choked on a sob, the fetus wasn't crushed or too torn apart to make out. He could see the legs, arms, head and body. The stomach was torn open, organs pouring out. The legs weren't attached. Peter whimpered as the video continued, 11 weeks. It was the same image he saw before he hit play. Next was another yellow ultrasound, he could make out the face clearly. The baby yawned and moved. This child was 27 weeks. No. No way. No one would get an abortion that late. What the fuck. He didn't want to see it, he didn't want to see another dead baby. It was too much.

It changed again, now 24 weeks. There was a baby on a table, covered in blood and getting moved by hands and wrapped in a bloody cloth. Who would do that to a baby?

The video ended.

By this time Peter was openly sobbing, arms clutching his stomach. Fuck Wade. Just, fuck him. There was no way in hell Peter was going to do this to his babies and if Wade wouldn't accept that then he could just stay gone. Peter would make this work, he would find a way to raise his babies.