"So..." Peter said, Luna having gone to the shower and made no protest when Peter had asked to talk to her while standing outside the showering cubicle "How... how much about last night do you remember?"

"More than enough" Luna answered, her general shape being visible through the thickly clouded glass as she washed herself "I remember the conference, the arguments between the X-Men and the journalists, the heavy drinking, the sex, the fact that you weren't too careful with where you finished despite the fact you weren't wearing a condom"

"You, uh, don't think you'll get pregnant do you?" Peter asked in a nervous tone.

"And if I did?" Luna asked in a calm one.

"What d'you mean?" peter asked.

"I mean, if you had gotten me pregnant last night, which for the way he had sex is a very likely possibility in normal circumstances, how would you respond?" she asked "What would you do with that information?"

"I..." Peter said, realizing that this was an extremely real, and likely, possibility at this point "I don't know... I really can't answer that question"

"Would you be scared of the prospect of becoming a father at fifteen?" Luna asked, her voice still as cold as ever.

"Would I be?" Peter asked with a nervous chuckle, trying his best to not have a panic attack "I already am right now"

He began to fidget nervously, his heart rate accelerating to a much higher pace than ever before. He was experiencing true fear at the possibility of having to share a child with Luna, having to sacrifice school time and the rest of his teenage years with the responsibility of looking after and fathering a child outside of a marriage with a woman who, until the previous night, had proclaimed her hatred for him every time they'd met.

He turned his head and looked into the mirror, examining his own face: Pale, sweating heavily and terrified at this new, frightening reality.

But the longer he stared the more he began to notice Luna's movements in the reflection of her outline.

He could see no shaking of her arms as they washed her hair, no heaving chest and no panicked breaths.

She was calm, almost too calm, for the possibility of carrying and birthing a bastard child.

Then he realized that it wasn't his life and image that would be affected the worst, it would instead be Luna's.

She would be slaughtered by the media, branded as a whore and a child molester, both for sleeping with a person she'd known for less than three months without the use of protection and also for that same person being a fifteen year old boy.

She'd face jail time, be branded as a piece of shit forever and would most likely have to abdicate her crown to somebody else due to the public no longer respecting or liking her.

He put a hand to his face and sighed horribly, knowing that he'd fucked up worse than any other point in his life and it was now his responsibility to work to fix it.

He ran the word through his mind several times over.

Responsibility.

Responsibility.

Responsibility.

Fuck putting on a costume and fighting crime because he felt he owed the city a living, he might've just gotten a woman pregnant, conceived a child he'd have to raise in nine months time.

This was where real responsibility came into play, he had the choice to use the powers he was so fond of to flee into the night or be a man about this and stay where he was and try to juggle school, homework, superhero work and fatherhood for the next five years before it just became superhero work, regular work and fatherhood.

Lowering his hand from his face he looked at the shower door with a determined expression before speaking.

"I've thought about it" he announced.

"And?" she asked, still sounding as nonchalant about this whole scenario as possible.

"I've decided I'm not running away" Peter said "If you are pregnant, if you have a child with me, I promise to stay here and help you loom after it if you'll let me"

There was silence for a long second before the shower spray stopped and Luna stepped out of the shower, her gorgeous wet body glistening as her hair was plastered to her neck, back and face.

"That's good to hear" she said with a grin, placing a wet hand on his shoulder "Because I've got one hell of a bombshell for you Peter"

"Which is?" Peter asked, his eyes wide with fear.

"Oh... I think you know what I'm gonna say Peter" she grinned, trailing a finger down to his chest before opening her mouth and explaining it to him.

And the words that came out of her mouth nearly made him faint. Next Chapter: Retcons of the Finest Calibre Estimated time remaining: 2 Hours, 13 Minutes