Note: After demand from my readers on Ao3 & Quotev, I decided to write a part two. Everyone is alive in this one shot because I refuse for them to be otherwise. This is my fantasy world and what I say goes. What do we say to death? Not today :P Hope you enjoy <3

To say Peter was an overprotective future father would, um...yeah, that would be an understatement to be honest. Ever since I had divulged the news of my pregnancy 8 months ago, Peter's tendency to worry about every little thing was thrown into overdrive.

Reaching for something? Peter has to get it instead. Stepping on a stool? Peter has to step there instead. Moving a nearly-empty box? Peter has to move it instead.

Don't get me wrong now - I loved the boy. But I was pregnant, not injured. And the closer I got to my due date, the more this arrangement was beginning to fray my nerves. An agitated sigh escaped my lips as Peter shooed me away from yet another easy-to-accomplish task, the already prepared spaghetti being whisked away from my reach just as I was about to set it on the table.

"Peter..." I started in a warning tone but he only glanced up, brown eyes mirroring confusion.

"What? It's hot - you could burn yourself," he defended his actions and I rolled my eyes in obvious annoyance.

I sat down opposite him at the small table in Aunt May's kitchen, my arms crossed over my now very swollen stomach.

The task of telling Aunt May, Ned, MJ, & the rest of the Avengers had been surprisingly simpler than we'd imagined - they were ecstatic for the both of us, despite our ages (granted, we did scandalize poor Steve) - and Aunt May even insisted I move in with her and Peter. Since my father walked out on the family and my mother had been arrested for child endangerment due to her abuse of alcohol, I had lived most of my life with a reluctant-to-have-me great-aunt. Needless to say, she'd been more than happy for someone to take the "problem child" off her hands.

It suited me just fine, though, living in the guest bedroom across from Peter. Every night he'd press a chaste kiss to my forehead and hug me before Aunt May would shoo each of us to our separate rooms...not, of course, that that stopped Peter from sneaking over to see me one last time or hold me in his arms 'till I fell asleep. But as the months progressed, tiny gestures of helpfulness had somehow morphed into full-blown over-protective mode for Peter. And living with that 24/7 was exhausting, to say the least.

"I just don't understand why you're acting this way - I only want to help!" Peter said, shooting me the puppy-dog eyes as he pleaded his case.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair in exasperation, "I know that, Peter, I do. But still, I'm not a child and I'm certainly not injured or ill. I can take care of myself - I'm just pregnant. Women deal with this all the time and nothing goes wrong,"

I fully expected a heated rebuttal to that but instead, Peter's voice was soft when he replied, "Yeah, but what if this is the one time that it does? I can't lose you - either of you,"

I'd always joked that I had a "heart of ice" but Peter Parker was the only one that could make it melt. And melt it did when those words escaped his mouth. I truly did love Peter. I was about to reply to that when suddenly, the cell-phone in Peter's pocket went off. He shot me an apologetic look as he glanced down at it and back up at me.

"It's Mr. Stark. I gotta take this. Something to do with an alien," he said as he hurriedly began to race around the room and collect what he needed.

I huffed, rolling my eyes, "It's always something to do with an alien. Do you know how much headache it would save us if the aliens just took care of their own problems for once?"

Peter grinned before kissing my cheek and sprinting towards the door. He had almost made it to the threshold when it happened. A gasp of pain emitted past my lips as water soaked the lower half of my sundress and consequently, the kitchen chair I had been sitting in. Peter's brown eyes went wide as saucers, his Spider-Man outfit half-on and half-off with only one shoe currently on his foot.

Everything went full-speed then as Peter hobbled over to me and dug the phone back out of his jeans pocket. It was all a blur of chaos and pain, however, for me as I barely registered climbing into an awaiting limo five minutes later that I had to assume was courtesy of Tony Stark. Before I knew it, I was lying in a hospital bed as contractions wracked my body.

The next hours were agonizing and Peter's hand, I feared, would be horribly crushed by my grip by the end of this ordeal but he didn't seem to mind too much. He was as eager as I was to meet our baby. Aunt May, Ned, MJ, and a bloodied, battered group of Avengers consisting of Tony, Natasha, Clint, Thor, Steve, Wanda, Vision, Bruce, Peter Quil, Gamora, Drax, Mantis, Rocket and Loki. The latter two I couldn't explain the appearance of but I was told "not to worry about it". Yes, because obviously having a talking raccoon and the god of mischief in the waiting room of a hospital was an everyday occurrence.

After many screams and the possible snaps of the bones in Peter's hand later, a baby's cry pierced the air. Breathing hard, I let my head fall back onto the pillow as the nurses cleaned up our little angel.

"Congratulations! It's a girl!" I heard someone say and a grin split my face.

Peter, clad in scrubs and a mask pulled down to his chin, was the first to hold her as the crying babe was placed into his awaiting arms. I saw tears sparkling in his chocolate eyes as he gazed down at his daughter for the very first time. Tears swam in my own eyes as I watched him with her, feeling my heart swell with joy and love. None of this had been planned but no matter what, this was still the happiest moment of my life.

I had a daughter and best of all, it was with the boy that I loved. I held my breath for a moment as gingerly, Peter settled her into my arms. Gazing down into beautiful, cocoa-colored eyes that were a carbon copy of her daddy's, I couldn't help but smile. Peter's arm wrapped around my shoulders just as the doctors and nurses filtered out while some of those in the waiting room were allowed in.

Glancing up, the smiling faces of our friends greeted our little family. I couldn't be happier than I was in this moment...until Loki ruined it.

"Why are human babies so pink and wrinkled? It's disgusting." Loki said disdainfully, crinkling his nose.

"Shall we take this outside, brother?" Thor rumbled from the other end of the group, already reaching a hand out for his hammer.

Thankfully, Steve stepped into break it up just as Tony crossed the room and beamed down at the both of us. Glancing down at the baby nestled in my arms, he nodded approvingly.

"Well, good news is that she looks like you and not Peter," Tony said to me, his dry humor on point as always.

"Hey!" Peter protested and I couldn't help but laugh in response.

"So...you two decided on a name?" Natasha asked, arching an eyebrow slightly as she shot us a smile, "I don't think we can call her 'Spiderling' forever."

I grinned at the nickname the Avengers had christened our daughter before biting my lower lip briefly. It was time we fessed up to what we'd been planning for months now.

"Well...about that. So Peter and I have been talking about this for a while now. And you guys know how much we love you and appreciate all of your help through these past months," I began, my eyes scanning their faces before landing on Tony's, "We decided that we wanted you, Tony, to be her godfather. And as such, her name will be Charlotte Antonia Parker."

Tony had never been an in-touch with his feelings kind of guy but the moment her name dropped from my lips, for a split-second I thought I saw tears lurking in his dark eyes. But in true Stark fashion, he blinked them away quickly.

"Right, uh...thanks, that's, um...a good strong name for the Spiderling."

Peter and I shared a knowing grin just before a shrill scream pierced the air and in walked my favorite Avenger by far.

"I am Groot."

"Now that may be true, buddy, but it's not nice to say it." Peter Quill reprimanded him gently as you would a child just as a nurse walked in to clear the room of visitors.

I shook my head with a roll of my eyes as the voice of an agitated Loki filtered down the hallway as they retreated back to the waiting room.

"I literally just said the same thing but somehow, it's okay when he says it?"