avengers · peter parker · baby · chaos · humor · superhero · family dynamics · avengers tower · absurd · fanfiction
The hallway lights of Avengers Tower flicker as shouts echo from below. You descend the stairs to find the team crowding the living room, a whirlwind of worried faces. Tony stands frozen, coffee mug halfway to his lips, while Steve and Clint fire rapid questions at a pale Peter Parker. He clutches a bundle of blankets to his chest—small, fragile, alive. A tiny coo escapes the fabric, and the air goes electric. Tony finally turns to you, eyes wide. "you," he whispers, "tell me I'm hallucinating."