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Tony got a call from his kid at 1:00am- not that he didn’t love him, but after a day at home with Morgan all day, he was just about ready to hit decline. He didn’t, though. He couldn’t bring himself to. Peter was at Ned’s right now- he wasn’t too far away if there was a true emergency- but Tony had an inkling that this was something important.
“Hi, Mr. Stark!” Someone called out. It certainly wasn’t Peter, that’s for sure.
“Uh, who’s this? Wait- Ned?” He recognized.
“Yep!” He could just imagine the grin the teen was sporting.
“Don’t sound so enthusiastic, please.” Peter pleaded in the background. There was some shuffling. “Sorry for that, dad. Ned’s just really frazzled right now, we have a pretty bad situation.” Tony frowned.
“A situation? Do you need me to come over?”
“Nope! Definitely not! I was actually wondering if we could come back over. We’re both at Ned’s and he can drive.” Tony sighed deeply, looking over at Pepper and wishing that he was as soundly asleep as she was.
“You do know junior operating laws, right?” Tony reminded them. “No driving after 9:00pm? Wasn’t that in the driver’s ed handbook?”
“It’s a reallyyyy bad emergency, Mr. Stark.” Peter pleaded, with such anguish in his voice that Tony was compelled to agree.
“Fine. But Ned’s driving. He looks older. And I’m not paying any sort of fine.” He cautioned.
“Okay, thanks Mr. Stark!” Ned yelled, straight into the mic, before canceling the call.
These kids were going to kill him.
He was out for fifteen minutes before FRIDAY altered them to their presence.
Boss, Spider-baby and Ned Leeds are here.
“Fan-fucking-tastic.” He mumbled into his pillow, begrudgingly getting up and padding out into the living room. “How are you both-” He was just in time to watch Peter trip over the leg of a barstool and flop gracefully to the floor, but not before whatever the hell he was holding slipped from his hand and slid over to Tony’s feet. He leaned down and picked it up, pausing while his brain tried to comprehend what he was looking at.
“Please tell me you washed this before I picked it up.” He deadpanned, staring at Peter with weary eyes.
“I did! I did, I promise!” He proclaimed.
“You’re… pregnant.” Tony looked at the device again, not able to take his eyes off the results.
“Uh… maybe? See- we actually don’t know- with Peter’s biology it could be any number of-”
“Have you had unprotected sex in the past few weeks or months, Peter?” He asked, cutting Ned off with a raised hand. They both flushed.
“Yes, around two months ago, but-”
“I’m calling Cap when it’s normal human hours and asking him to give a lecture.”
“-I thought it was fine, with me being on T for so long.” Peter finished. Tony tilted his head to the side and rubbed his left temple with one hand.
“Listen- I know this stuff is embarrassing but don’t go to Google for contraceptive advice. Ask me, your dad- actually, ask your doctor. No more Google. Now that we do have a fetus, any ideas on what we’re going to do with it?”
“I’m getting rid of the baby.”
“Petey’s getting rid of the baby?” Morgan mumbled, stumbling out from her room.
“Oh, thank God.” Tony exhaled, suddenly feeling twenty pounds lighter. “Okay. No free babysitting from me. No more diapers. We’re good. Morgan- back to bed.”
“I thought Petey was a boy. Boys can’t have babies.” She declared. The trio gave each other looks, Tony deciding to take the lead.
“Boys can have babies.” He told Morgan, leaning down so she had his full attention.
“Can you?” She asked. Ned snickered.
“Well- only some special boys can.” Peter rolled his eyes as Ned made flutter-finger motions around his boyfriend. She nodded sagely.
“Why’s Petey getting rid of the baby though? I thought people liked babies.”
“It’s your brother’s choice whether or not he wants to have a baby, and he doesn’t, so he’s going to go under a special procedure to get rid of it.” Tony explained, leaving out any specific medical terms. Morgan thought over what she’d been told for a moment.
“So he’s killing the baby?” She finally asked.
“It’s not a baby yet-” Tony protested.
“I’m killing the baby.” Peter told her, with a polite smile. Tony gave his adopted son a disappointed look.
“I’m making the PP appointment for Sunday. If Morgan’s teacher tells me on Monday that she was making jokes about dead babies, it’s your fault.” With that, he got up from the floor and walked Morgan back to her own room.
Peter was oddly quiet the day of the appointment. They’d opted to have the procedure in-clinic, rather than a pill, which was probably why. He didn’t imagine any cis women liked being poked around there by a doctor, much less a transgender teenager. He didn’t ask questions, or try to pry, however. Just let his boy take as much time as he needed. Ned chatted with him in a low voice on the way there, Tony trying his damndest to not eavesdrop.
He couldn’t help but feel slightly snubbed when he was sent away by Peter after filling out the paperwork at the front desk, while Ned was allowed to go back with him- but he perfectly understood why. To be honest, he wouldn’t really want to be there while they were doing… that. He played games on his phone for a good forty minutes before a woman came out into the waiting room and waved him back.
“Your son is in the recovery room now, I thought you might want to be with him. No complications, everything was a success, but we gave him a sedative since he was about eight weeks along. He’s a bit…”
“Dad!” Peter called out, lying back in a comfy looking chair. “‘M good, everything’s good, don’ worry.” Tony snorted.
“Wouldn’t miss this for the world.”