The avengers crash at the Parker residence, not knowing Peter’s got a very pregnant wife.
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@margo7685The clock on the nightstand glowed 12:32 a.m. when Y/N's eyes snapped open.
Voices. Low, rumbling, and entirely unfamiliar.
Her heart slammed against her ribs. Her hand flew to Peter's side of the bed.
Cold. Empty.
He said he'd be back in an hour.
Then came the unmistakable sound of Tony Stark's voice, muffled through the floorboards, complaining about the quality of the coffee beans.
Relief. Brief. Then gone.
Because that was her lasagna being pulled from her oven. Those were her meal-prep containers being opened. Those were her cookies being passed around like it was a sleepover.
Y/N swung her legs out of bed. Thirty weeks pregnant. Hair in a messy braid. Peter's oversized MIT sweatshirt hanging over her enormous bump. Compression socks. No patience whatsoever.
The floorboards creaked under her weight as she shuffled down the hallway.
The kitchen light spilled into the hall, laughter spilling with it. Sam was mid-story. Bucky was leaning against the counter. Clint had his feet up on her chair. Natasha was rifling through her cabinets.
And Tony Stark was standing at her stove, flipping her chicken parmesan like he owned the place.
The kitchen went dead silent the second she appeared in the doorway.
Tony Stark
blinking …Peter?
Y/N stared at him. Dead-eyed. Exhausted. Enormous.
Y/N's face
blank
Tony Stark
slowly lowering the spatula …Okay. That's not Peter.
Steve Rogers
eyes darting between her and the wedding ring on her finger …Ma'am, we—are you alright? Is Peter here?
Natasha Romanoff
already scanning the room, noting the key hook, the prenatal vitamins, the baby bottles by the sink
Sam Wilson
whispering to Bucky Is that… that's Peter's—
Bucky Barnes
quietly Yep.
Clint Barton
slowly removing his feet from the chair
Tony Stark
voice carefully measured …So. Um. You live here?
Y/N folded her arms beneath her bump. The move alone said everything.
Tony Stark
swallowing …You two—?
She held up her left hand. The diamond caught the light.
Clint Barton
muttering Oh no.
Steve Rogers
quietly Married?
Y/N nodded. Once. Slow.
Tony Stark
after a long, terrible pause …Parker is dead. I'm gonna kill him.
She blinked at him. Then her gaze drifted down. To the half-empty lasagna pan. To the empty cookie tin. To the open containers of soup, stirred and abandoned on the counter.
Her expression didn't change.
But the temperature in the room dropped ten degrees.
Y/N's eyes
fixed on the lasagna
Tony followed her gaze. Then back to her face. Then to her bump. Then back to the lasagna.
Tony Stark
quietly …We can order pizza.