AN: I wrote like 80% of this on a sticky note on my phone, so the wording isn't the fanciest. Additionally, it gets much more sad than I intended? Anyway, sorry about that. Hope you enjoy.

Peter Parker relished in the comfort of Stark Industries' penthouse. He felt lucky.

After Civil War and things with the Vulture happened, Tony finally realized that maybe, just maybe, he could look out for the kid, like he wasn't going to mess him up by him being there. So, Tony made Peter a real intern, and as such, Peter was in his life a whole lot more.

This brought rather unwanted attention to the boy, especially by some people who Tony used to call his friends. But Peter was his intern, and NOT Clint's acrobatic buddy, or Steve's gym buddy, or Natasha's little brother no matter how much her and Clint insisted that they were both spiders so it was okay, and Peter was only sometimes Bruce's science buddy but ONLY because Tony thought it was cool.

The whole "Being Spider-Man" thing wasn't easy either. The first one who found out was unsurprisingly Natasha, who then threatened to kill Stark for using a child soldier. The next to find out was, surprisingly, Bucky. Of course, when he found out, the rest found out because Bucky wasn't exactly subtle in testing his theory. One day, when the Avengers were sitting on the couches in the penthouse, much like they were doing at the present time, Peter was being a decent intern and was distributing mugs of hot coffee from a tray he was holding. That was when Bucky approached him. Peter asked him awkwardly if he would like coffee, but instead of answering, Bucky reached out and punched at the kid. Peter panicked, and his spidey senses did most of the work from the quick toss of the tray in the air, to catching the punch with one hand, to catching the tray with the other, and then flawlessly catching the cups again without spilling a single drop. It was not a fun day for neither Stark nor Parker.

The whole "Being Spider-Man'' thing did open a few opportunities for Peter. Now he got to work on his web fluid and Avenger's weapons and suits with Tony's supervision. Then he was integrated into some other Avenger's activities, which is how they got to where they were now. Tony constantly had his eye on his intern, and the others always tried to snatch him up. The other Avengers, in Tony's opinion, were almost too comfortable with his ward because he started staying overnight on weekends to hang out with them. And his aunt was none the wiser, thinking he was working on robotics and not watching Russian movies with English subtitles with assassins or playing board games with Captain America or asking Thor about Asgard.

At the present time, Peter was relaxing on a couch surrounded by his new friends. The ones who lived there, aka Tony, Pepper, Bruce, Cap, and Bucky as of late, were obviously there, but even others such as Clint, Natasha, and even Rhodey were visiting. They were having light conversation, laughing here and there, and the adults had started drinking alcoholic beverages. The others were drinking, but Pepper was in the middle of a story, so she was simply holding her and had yet to drink it. Peter sank into the couch cushions and took a deep breath. He calmly closed his eyes and listened to his surroundings.

A perk, though sometimes a disadvantage, of having super senses was being able to feel and experience things differently than others. Most of the time, Peter just acted like a rather normal human, but when he was content enough, safe enough he used his senses instead. It almost had a calming factor to it. Peter listened to everyone and smelled the smells.

To the right of the couch was Tony. He smelled like metal, oil, sweat, and very expensive cologne. His breathing was normal, and the whirl of his arc reactor made sure Peter knew it was working.

To the left of the couch was Bucky. He smelled like metal, old cotton, and generic blue ocean men's soap that he had most-likely stolen from Steve. His breathing was even, his heartbeat was in a collected rhythm, and his hair swished slightly as he turned his head to look at something.

Further down on a different chair was Rhodey. He smelled like mambaking Old Spice body wash but no shampoo, which Peter supposedly made given he was bald. His breathing was normal, and his heart matched.

He briefly heard someone whisper, "He's doing the thing again." Pepper's story quieted down to a whisper too.

Next to him was Thor. Thor was loud, his heart booming in his chest along with his breathing, and Peter couldn't quite place the Asgardian smell he gave off. His closest guess was firewood and smoke.

Turning into the circle of friends, he found Bruce Banner. He smelled of sandalwood. The man's breathing was normal if not a bit heavy, but it wasn't terrible. His heart rate was slightly faster for someone his size, but Peter supposed having a giant monster living in you long enough would give you high blood pressure.

Next to him was Natasha. Everything about her from her breathing to her small movements were silent. Her heartbeat was calm and slow in his opinion. She didn't smell like much. Her soaps were scentless, and she kept clean from dirt and sweat. If Peter didn't know she was sitting there, he would have passed right by her.

Next to her was Clint. He was a different story. How he was an assassin was beyond Peter. His heartbeat and breathing was strong and secure. He reeked of generic blue Head and Shoulders, but his hair smelled so painstakingly like green apples that Peter could guarantee that he stole it from his wife. The stench of hay and grass clung to his boots, reminding Peter yet again that this family man lived on a farm.

Next in line was Pepper. Peter liked her. She smelled clean, wore floral perfumes and fruity soap, and despite the fact that she was talking, it didn't hurt his sensitive ears. Her breathing was fine, but her heartbeat was fast. Peter frowned. He could swear he heard something else, like a smaller, fainter, faster heartbeat slightly lower than her regular one...

Peter opened his eyes, and stumbled as he jumped to his feet. All conversation came to a complete stop. Tony sat up straight. He demanded, "What's wrong?"

Peter told him frantically, "Mr. Stark, start the car! We need to go."

Tony frowned, "What?"

Peter slipped out of the group and started towards Pepper. He grabbed her glass of champagne and demanded, "Don't drink that."

Bruce looked down at his own glass and asked, "Is something wrong with it?"

He shook his head, "No, but she shouldn't drink it."

Tony asked, "Okay. Calm down. You need a car. What are we doing?"

Peter looked back at him hurriedly and shouted out, "24-Hour Walgreens is what we're gonna do!"

At that, the team relaxed. Tony pinched the bridge of his nose, a habit he picked up ever since Peter arrived, and sighed, "You got us worked up over a Walgreens run? Did you just remember you need something? I can have Happy go pick it up if you want."

Peter shook his head, "No, Mr. Stark, I think we need to go get it now," a grin spread across his face, and he continued smugly, "If I'm right, I think you should come with me and be there."

Tony sighed and mumbled, "Teenagers." He slapped his legs before he stood fully up, "Okay. I'll get one of the cars. Let's go."

The drive was short. Tony didn't say it, but he was worried. At first, they thought Peter had a teenager moment and forgot a school project at the last minute and needed to pick up supplies. But then he thought about it. He figured his homework theory wouldn't work since it was a Friday night, and Peter would have had the entire weekend to do it. It must have been a rather large ordeal for Peter to stop everything they were doing and rush out that very second and an even bigger ordeal if he couldn't wait for Happy to get ready to do Tony drove in the dead of night, and occasionally gave Peter quick glances along the way.

They pulled into the Walgreens, its red building and buzzing lights gave it an unsettling atmosphere, but just like the rest of New York, it was rather busy even at night. They parked the car in the fairly full parking lot. Tony pulled out a baseball cap and a pair of sunglasses from his center console. Since they drove straight from his home, he was still in casual wear with a plain t-shirt and jeans. He hoped nobody would recognize him. There was a reason he mostly sent out Happy on grocery runs, and he would rather not have paparazzi chasing him around. Peter unbuckled his seatbelt, not needing a disguise, and hopped out. Tony soon followed.

The air conditioner at the door hit them. Peter glanced up at the signs hanging above the isles until saw the one labeled "Feminine Care and Baby". He made a beeline for it until he stopped abruptly at a wall of pink and blue packaging. He scanned the labels, each one reading something along the lines of "pregnancy test", "fast pregnancy test", "6 days earlier pregnancy test" or "early pregnancy test". His eagerness was defeated. He frowned, unsure which one to buy.

Tony shuffled to him. The older man informed him, "Don't run off without me, Kid."

He paused at seeing Peter's confusion. He asked, "Can't find it?"

Peter shook his head, "Which one should we get?"

Tony asked, "Get one of wha..." he trailed off, seeing what Peter was debating over.

"Peter."

"Yeah?"

"Why do you need a pregnancy test?"

Peter shifted his weight awkwardly. He replied, "I think Pepper's pregnant."

A beat of silence came between them before Tony screamed, "You what!?"

Peter raised his hands in shock. He quickly said, "I think I heard Pepper having two heartbeats. One was small. I think she's pregnant."

Tony said nothing as he numbly gathered a handful of each test and carried it to the checkout. Peter made sure to grab a bottle of prenatal vitamins on his way to the counter.

The ride back was much more eventful than the way there. Tony, after ditching the disguise, had exited his stupor and was now erratically driving and shouting, "A baby! This is good. Or is it bad? I always wanted to be a dad, but this wasn't planned! What will Pepper say? Do I need to baby-proof Stark Tower now? Oh, I was going to have you inherit Stark Industries, but what do I do now?"

Peter asked, "I was going to inherit-"

Tony cut him off and said, "Maybe we can do a shared thing? Oh no, what if it's not a baby! What if she has an alien parasite or a regular parasite? What are we go-"

"Mr. Stark!" Peter yelled. Tony finally quieted down. Peter said more calmly this time, "It'll be okay. I'm pretty sure it's a baby, so you don't have to worry about that! You need to breathe, Mr. Stark."

Tony took the moment to realize he was hyperventilating. He took Peter's advice and took a deep albeit shaky breath. He swallowed dryly and took another breath.

Peter asked him from the driver's seat, "Are you that scared?"

Tony swallowed again. He paused before answering, "It's not that I don't want a kid. Pep and I have talked about it before. But, I just don't think…"

"You don't think what?" Peter asked.

Tony sighed. He said, "I think.. I won't be any good at it. I'll be just like him."

"Like who?"

"Like my father," Tony admitted, "He was shit dad and.. Do you know how hard it was for me to think I wouldn't screw you up? That I could be around you and not everything would be ruined?"

Peter shook his head, "No."

Tony frowned, "I didn't want to mess you up. But I was lucky, believe it or not. You were already a good kid. Your aunt taught you well. But this? This kid won't have her. It'll have me, and it'll be a screw-up like me."

Silence surrounded them. Peter looked down at the plastic bag in hands. He looked back up at Tony and said earnestly, "I don't think you're a screw-up."

Tony briefly took his eyes off the road to ask, "What?"

Peter said, "I don't know what all your dad did, Mr. Stark, but I think you're pretty cool. I mean, you're always helping everyone, and since you let me be your intern, you don't mind when I need to do homework at the tower. You've been buying more snacks for me, and don't think I didn't notice the copy of my report card on the fridge. I think you're pretty great. You'll be a cool dad, Mr. Stark."

"It takes a lot more than that to be a dad, Kid," Stark replied.

Peter shrugged, "It's a start. My uncle Ben was a good dad-like guy, and I know it's weird, but sometimes you remind me of him."

Tony attempted to swallow the lump in his throat and ignored it when his voice cracked as he said, "Thanks, Peter. That means a lot."

They drove in nervous silence until they returned home.

The elevator to Stark Tower dinged as it reached Peter and Tony's destination. When they entered, the room was dead silent. Everyone was watching their every step. Alcoholic drinks were left abandoned, and Pepper was on a barstool by a bar top and nursing on a bottle of water. Tony stepped off the elevator, the Walgreens bag clutched desperately in his hands just so he had something to hold onto, and Peter followed. Tony cursed himself. He didn't understand; he was able to coolly and confidently walk into a room full of world leaders and deliver an award-winning speech about The Avengers or Stark Industries, but Pepper always seemed to unnerve him like when he first asked her if they could go steady or when he asked her to move in with him. He stood stiffly in front of her and thrusted the bag forward. He announced, "Peter thinks you need these."

Pepper placed her water on the counter and took the bag. She peered into it, but then looked up at him confused, asking, "Pregnancy tests?"

He nodded slowly. Pepper's attention shifted to the teenager standing behind her lover. Peter shifted awkwardly, and he said nervously, "Earlier, I was listening to everyone's hearts and breathing and stuff, and well.. You have two. You have two heartbeats."

It took a second for Pepper to process what he meant, but soon she bolted to the nearest restroom with Natasha at her heels for support. The rest of The Avengers busted into action.

"You think she's pregnant!?" Clint asked.

"You're super hearing is that advanced?" Steve asked.

"Are you sure it's a baby and not a parasite or perhaps a murmur?" Bruce asked.

"A second child of Stark! This is most extraordinary!" Thor boomed.

"Second child?" Peter asked.

Rhodey threw up his hands, "Slow down. Tones, are you sure about this? What if she really is pregnant? Are you going to be okay?"

All eyes went to Tony. He sighed, "I don't know, but I know a spider who seems to think I'll be alright."

Rhodey gave a knowing gaze to Peter. He said, "I think I agree with him."

Pepper and Natasha walked out of the restroom with each one holding a test. Pepper said, "They'll tell us in three minutes."

Pepper walked to Tony, holding the test nervously. Pepper asked him, "What if it's positive?"

"I don't know," is all he could stumble out.

Natasha said, "I do. You make me the godmother. And you better be having a girl," she gave Clint a side eye before saying, "Last time, someone had a boy and couldn't name him after me."

"I still named him Nathan!" Clint defended.

Pepper laughed, "I think one Natasha might be enough!"

Peter announced, "It's been three minutes."

Pepper and Tony held their breaths as they looked down at the test in Pepper and Natasha's hands. Slowly but surely, Pepper's read one word.

POSITIVE.

Natasha said, "Mine says it too."

"I'm pregnant," Pepper confirmed.

Some of them cheered. Rhodey said, "Congratulations."

Steve reached for his glass of whiskey and gave a toast, to which Bucky followed. Clint suggested, "Get an OBGYN as soon as you can. They really helped me and my wife."

"You better be a girl," Natasha mumbled.

Pepper and Tony disbelievingly met each other's eyes. She said breathlessly, "Are you ready for this?"

Tony took a glance at Peter, the boy smiling and giving him two enthusiastic thumbs-up, and finally, finally relaxed. "Yeah," he said, "I think we can do this."