Dad walks up to me with a few people following him.  I give him a questioning look before he motions for me to follow him. I give peter a peck on the cheek before following.

"(Y/n) I'd like you to meet Steve Rogers, Bucky, and Natasha." Dad introduces them. "Guys this is my daughter!" He proudly puts his arm around me.  I blush slightly embarrassed.

"It's nice to meet you guys.  But it's almost midnight and I need to use the restroom." I say after shaking each of their hands and spotting the clock.  Four minutes to.  I hurry to the roof and sit there waiting for the cheer from below to cue my death.

"I'm sorry everyone.  It's going to be hard but I can't go through this." I whisper wiping away my tears.  Everyone cheers as it changes to Midnight.  I lean over and let myself fall over the edge.  I feel so free as I fall.  Like nothing actually is going wrong.

But I think about Peter and how heartbroken he'll be.  My brain fights that by saying that he will find someone who he actually deserves.  At the time the realization hits me, I feel my body jerk back.

"(Y/n)! Are you crazy!" I hear peter say, his voice shaking.

"Peter let me go! LET ME DIE!" I cry trying to rip the web from my back.

"No.  I'm not letting you die! Please don't leave me!" He starts pulling me up.

"It's better this way! I'm only a burden! And... and I cant handle what's going on right now!" I say as he gets me back to the roof.

"Let me help you.  Please let me help you." He pleads pulling me away from the edge of the building.

"This isn't something you can help with.  There's some big things going on.... Peter... it's unfair that you'd have to go through this if we are together." I sigh.

"Don't talk like that (y/n)! Please whatever it is I CAN help... I WILL help." He holds my arms firmly and looks right into my eyes.

"Peter.... I'm pregnant."