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Crystal Ball

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“No!” Peter cried out when he saw what Tony was about to do, his suit holding the infinity stones and a look of pure, raw determination on his face. Putting his thrusters on full blast to hurl himself towards Tony, Peter was seconds too late when Tony snapped and the resulting blast sent Peter landing hard on the ground, wincing even as the Rescue suit took most of the blow.

Instantly, Peter was pushing himself back up to scramble towards Tony. “Karen, have FRIDAY run a scan and give me his vitals,” he said, tears already starting to well up as his eyes took in Tony’s form. His whole right side burnt, staring at nothing, unmoving and barely breathing. But he was alive according to FRIDAY. If only he could stay alive for long enough to get help.

“Hey, Tony, hey, look at me, darling, Tony you did it - we did it,” Peter said through his tears, reaching out to cradle the unburnt side of Tony’s face in his hand. “Hey, no, stay with me. Don’t - You have to stay with me, Tony. We’re going to have a baby. Don’t you want to meet them?” Peter whispered to him - he’d found out just days before the battle that he was pregnant but, after nearly losing Tony more than once, Peter wasn’t going to let him go into this fight alone. He was planning on telling him as soon as they got home while celebrating their victory - because victory was the only option here. They couldn’t fail. And they didn’t.

“Pete,” Tony’s lips moved around his name but sound barely came out before his eyes were closing and body going limp.

But FRIDAY still got a reading. He wasn’t gone yet and if Peter had any say in it, Tony was going to survive this.


"I'm sorry, I don't um… What?" Peter squeaked into the phone. "There's - there has to be a mistake I'm not - I can't - I've gone through fertility tests they said I'd most likely need to do in-vitro if I wanted to carry a child - that like there's a 2% chance I'd get pregnant without at least being on hormones."

"Well, Mr. Parker, apparently some sort of miracle happened because you are definitely pregnant. I'm sorry if this isn't the news you were hoping for. If you’d like we can set up an appointment to talk about your options at this point in time.”

“Options?” Peter asked before it dawned on him what the phone-nurse was talking about. “Uh no, no that’s… That’s not necessary, thanks,” he said. There was no question or doubts that he was keeping it despite the shock. At least if they all made it through the battle that was no doubt going to come in a few days.

Hanging up the phone, Peter squeezed his eyes shut and took a few deep, measured breaths before he kept working on some last-minute tweaks to the Rescue suit that Tony had made for him long ago as a defense mechanism. Throwing a few extra lines of code into the AI and hooking it’s system up to FRIDAY’s so he could still communicate with Tony and be alerted if anything happened to him in case they got separated. But, since it wasn’t Tony’s creation, there was no way Tony could override it and kick him off the battlefield. Peter just hoped Tony wouldn’t snoop and figure out that Peter had taken FRIDAY off the suit and installed his own AI - Karen, he called it.


They had to amputate Tony's arm and no one knew if he would survive the surgery. The risks were laid out in front of Peter in a painfully blunt way as he signed the paperwork and the next four hours dragged by painfully slowly. People trickled in to keep him company - Steve, Rhodey, Pepper and Happy - until the doctor came out to announce that the surgery was a success and Peter could go see Tony.

They warned him that Tony wasn’t out of the woods yet, though. That a lot could still happen. That he’d probably be in and out of consciousness and in a lot of pain despite the morphine drip he was hooked up to.

Peter hesitantly walked into the ICU room. Tony hooked up to several IV drips and monitors. He wasn’t awake yet, but Peter didn’t care. He just pulled up a chair at Tony’s unburnt side and gently wrapped a hand around Tony’s. Waiting for him to wake up and idly watching the IV drip and the monitor that showed Tony’s heartbeat until he felt Tony’s hand twitch and he quickly looked over at his boyfriend.


“Hey,” he smiled, tears of relief starting to quickly well up. “You scared me,” he muttered shakily, standing so he could reach out and cup Tony’s cheek.

All he got in response was a pained moan.

“I know, darling. They said you’d probably hurt a lot. The pain will get better as you heal. It might take a while but you’re at the best hospital in New York and they’re pulling out all the stops for you. Only the best surgeons and specialists,” Peter told him softly. “And I’m going to be right here the whole time. I’m not leaving you.”

Tony managed to reach up and grasp Peter's hand again before his eyes fluttered closed and he drifted off.

Peter sighed and curled up in the chair again. He didn't even think to call May, MJ, or Ned until Pepper came in and suggested it. Just too worried about Tony to remember that his family and friends had come back.

Leaning down to gently kiss the back of Tony's hand before he left the room so he could dial May's number.

It took a while to calm her down enough and explain everything properly before breaking the news that Tony was severely injured and that they were at the New York-Presbyterian Hospital. Despite her dislike of Tony and shock of returning after dusting and finding out almost 2 years had passed, she said she'd be there as soon as possible. He didn’t tell her about the pregnancy. He just wasn’t ready to face that yet. It’s not like he could be very far along - maybe 6 or 7 weeks. Hell, he hasn’t even had an ultrasound yet.

He didn’t call Ned or MJ. Not yet. His mental and emotional capacity just wasn’t where it needed to be to go through that explanation again. Just went back to Tony’s room to sit next to Pepper and not thinking twice about laying his head against her shoulder when the woman put an arm around him. She was probably the only other person in the world that knew exactly what he was going through. The only other person that loved and cared for Tony as much as he did. Just… in a different way.

They didn’t talk. Just sat there and watched the monitors and Tony sleeping until a nurse came in to tell Peter that his Aunt was there.


“Peter, I need to talk to you. Now,” May said in that parental voice she’s mastered over the years as Peter walked in - coming back from University to stay with May over spring break.

“Um… Okay, yeah, what’d I do?” Peter asked, frowning as he set his backpack and laptop bag down and looked up at his Aunt. His heart skipped a beat when she shoved her phone in his face with some news site pulled up to a picture of himself and Tony, the billionaire’s arm snaked around his waist and both of them grinning ear to ear as they walked out of some fancy restaurant Peter forgot the name of.

“What the fuck is this, Pete? I knew you were seeing someone but… Tony Stark? No. Uh uh. Not happening. I know you’re an adult but he’s old enough to be your father! And I don’t care how many good deeds he’s done as Iron Man, he’s not a good person. He’s going to end up breaking your heart, Pete. I don’t want to see that happen to you,” May stressed, tucking her phone back into her pocket.

Peter let her talk, not looking at her and fighting back against the hot spikes of anger that danced along his veins when she said Tony wasn’t a good person. “If it weren’t for Tony, I’d be dead,” Peter quickly replied, a bite of that anger in his voice before he took in a deep breath and let it out. “And…” he started again, calmer, “Believe it or not we have a lot in common. He’s super smart and - and now I’ve got a guaranteed spot at SI when I graduate. Plus, like, you don’t see it because y’know public appearance and whatnot but… Tony is really sweet. And caring.”

“I still don’t like this, Peter. I guess I can’t force you to stop seeing him but… I don’t think it’s a good idea to be with someone like him,” May said, shaking her head and walking into the kitchen to keep doing dishes.

Peter frowned as he watched her. He had been planning on breaking it to her slowly but apparently nothing could go as planned. The rest of that day was tense. And the next day. And the day after that. May was just starting to calm down about it towards the end of Peter’s break. Still making it clear that she wasn’t happy about the relationship but that she’d support Peter’s choices (also adding that she’d be there when Tony breaks Peter’s heart but Peter decided to ignore that little quip.)


“Peter!” May gasped when she saw him, instantly pulling him into a tight hug. “Oh sweetie, you look horrible. You’re not hurt, are you?”

“Just some bruises and scrapes,” Peter muttered, melting into the hug and wrapping his arms around her tightly. “I missed you,” he said, voice cracking slightly as tears quickly welled up and spilled over. “You, Ned, MJ. You were all gone,” he muttered.

“I know. I’m here now, though,” May whispered soothingly, smoothing down Peter’s hair and not letting go of him until he stopped crying and pulled back. “How’s Tony?” she asked.

“Not good,” Peter said, sniffling softly and rubbing the tears from his face. “Um… They had to amputate his arm. A-And the surgery went well but… they said there’s still a lot that could happen. His whole right side is covered in burns.”

“I’m sorry, sweetie. I know how much you care about him,” May said softly. She still didn’t particularly approve but now wasn’t the time to talk about that.

Peter nodded, sighing softly and looking up at May. “I should um… Go back to his room. Just in case he wakes up again,” he said, going with it as May pulled him in for one last hug before he walked back into the ICU.