Tom Holland Imagines

So You've Been Lying

It's Friday night. I'm sat at my desk studying.

Don't get me wrong I'd rather be out. Like on a date. But my boyfriend of 4 months just cancelled on me. Again. Peter does it a lot.

I'm kind of used to it by now. Which I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not. Probably not.

My parents were out and I had my music blasting. That was the only way I could study. I had an exam Monday morning. It was probably best that I stayed in and studied.

I was lost in thought when I heard a knock on my window. I ignored it. After all I lived in New York at the top of a block of flats. What could be knocking on my window. I mean there was the fire escape. However I doubt anyone would be there.

I heard it again.

'What the fuck,' I mumbled.

I turned off my music and got up to investigate. I had a blind covering my window. I opened it and took a few steps back in shock. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

A bloody and bruised Peter. Leant against the railing of the fire escape. Clutching a Spider-Man mask. Wearing the Spider-Man suit. I opened the window. '

Peter what the hell are you doing?' I yelled at him.

It might've sounded like I was angry but in reality I was concerned. How can you not when you see the person you love in that state.

'Let me explain,' he winced in pain.

He moved forward towards the window. Climbing inside and immediately collapsing onto the floor. Cuts on his face. Blood stains on his suit.

'Peter what are you doing. Are you ok? Why are you hurt? Why are you wearing that?'

I had so many questions. They all just kept coming out. He grabbed my hand. Looking deep into my eyes.

'Listen Y/N. Go get your first aid kit. I need help. I'll explain later.'

'Why did you not just go to the hospital?' I asked.

'Y/N please,' he pleaded.

I ran to my bathroom grabbing the first aid kit. Still in shock. Suppressing tears at the same time. I came back into my room and knelt besides him.

'Peter where are you hurt?'

He was clutching his side in pain.

'Everywhere pretty much. But here's the worst,' he grimaced pointed to his side.

'Right take your suit off and I'll help.'

He slipped his suit off. He was left in his boxers. Revealing cuts and bruises all over his torso. His breathing was uneven as he was trying to compose himself. Not letting me see how much pain he was actually in.

I got to work cleaning his cuts. Cleaning glass and debris out of him. Trying to stop the bleeding as fast as could. I didn't want him bleeding to death. I also bandaged him up. Making sure that his cuts wouldn't get infected.

'Peter I'm done. I'm going to move you to the bed. You need to lie down.'

I grabbed his hand pulling him up and slowly moving him to my bed. After I set him down I went and cleaned up the bloody tissues that were still on my floor.

Still thinking of what the hell to say to him. He shows up beaten in a Spider-Man suit. I had so many different emotions overwhelming me.

Walking back into my room I saw he was sat on my bed. Propping himself up with pillows. Clutching his side wincing in pain.