Acceptance is key // Gwen and Peter
The day had been a long one, he fought with the team for the first time and while it wasn't a big battle in anyway it was clear that he was not on the same page as everyone else. It was strange to have so many people around all fighting with me and more than once he got in the way of one of the Avengers' attacks. Because of this Nat called for extra training upon returning and Peter easy went along with it, seeing now that he really was not ready. He needed to be ready. They were running out of time.
Gwen had gone home at her usual time and Peter stayed after for three hours, training with Nat and than Bruce. It's already dark out when he leaves and while he can't wait to get home and curl around Gwen and sleep a part of him really didn't want to go home. Things had been slightly tense between Peter and Gwen since the pregnancy discovery and he knew it was mostly his fault. He still felt strange around her, not really able to get use to being able to sense the life inside her, plus he was racked with nerves and worry over the whole situation. He knew Gwen was disappointed that he wasn't thrilled but she hadn't come right out and said as much. It was nothing serious, no fighting was happening but there was a distance that there never had been before between them and it made Peter's skin crawl.
He makes a stop before heading home, landing on the floor by the window almost silently and changing into more comfortable clothing. He can hear Gwen, there is humming coming from the bathroom and he knows she's in the bath. It was her new way of unwinding and even though normally you're not suppose to bathe while with child Bruce had said it was okay. The baby would be fine, that it would take a lot to actually damage it. Comforting news, Gwen had said. It had just made Peter's stomach turn.
The humming is low and sweet and he walks to the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe, smiling at the sight of Gwen, sitting in the bath, one hand on her belly. "Hey..." he hushes out, smiling at her, "I stopped on my way here. Got something for you- well, not you but..." He laughs nervously, holding out a bag and walking more fully into the bathroom and finding himself a sit on the floor beside the tub. "It was mine. I- It's one of the only things I have from when I was younger. Aunt May kept it. And I thought.. I don't know.." He reaches in the bag and pulls out a small blue blanket with green dinosaurs on it. Peter holds it in his hands, smiling softly, "It was my baby blanket and I thought that we could, maybe.. we could use it for our little one."
