Tom Holland Imagines

In New York//P.P.

Desire.

Everything started with a desire.

It was such a strong feeling that ate at Y/N's insides every second of every monotonous day she lived. It was perhaps a dramatic way of thinking —well, not perhaps, it was—. Ever since she could remember, Y/N had poured her heart and soul into her schoolwork. Yet part of her still didn't know why. Sure, she wanted to get into a nice college, maybe the college of her dreams, make her family proud. Now that she had been accepted into all her top colleges, Y/N lied down on her bed, earphones inside her ears as she listened to a playlist titled something like 'Songs that will make you feel like the main character.' It hadn't completely dawned on her that she had spent most of her High School years cooped up inside her room, or at the library at school and always refused to attend dances or parties until the whole admission process was done and there was nothing that'd keep her mind occupied.

She felt ridiculous, truly, but there was something about looking at a video of her 'friends' partying like they did every weekend that made her sad. She remembered when she was a child and she'd read all those books where characters had the experience of their lives at 16, a love story out of a movie, maybe an interesting quest that would ignite every single part of the character's soul, and hers, with a newfound passion. The older she got, the more Y/N realized life wasn't like that. No, life passed by her like a blur she never got a good enough grip on.

Even then, with that knowledge, the desire for an adventure was still present, burning away at her until she ended up crying because there must be something out there for her other than science decathlons and organizing school dances she never went to anyways. All her life, she had done nothing bad, she always listened, never snuck out, never had a boyfriend. It was the night of her 17h birthday when she finally got tired of that and show the smallest sign of rebellion that her conscience would allow.

She got up from her bed all of a sudden and opened the door to her bedroom. Her parents were supposed to be asleep already, they had gone to bed right after she opened the last present and ate her cake. Once she made sure they were, in fact, asleep, Y/N returned to her bedroom and pulled the curtain open. She looked out the window and a sigh escaped past her lips when her eyes landed on the Stark Tower.

When she was a child, Y/N had been on the brink of death during the attack on New York. Natasha Romanoff had saved her and ever since Natasha and ever other superhero sat at a very high pedestal inside Y/N's mind. She had been one of the people who protested after the Lagos accident against everyone who wanted to put Wanda Maximoff in jail. Most of her family was anti-superhero. She never got to understand why, but she never hesitated to get into an argument every single time her father would call Spider-Man a menace, or the Hulk a threat to society.

She had wished for so long to be blessed by a magical force and one day get to wake up with superhuman abilities. It never happened. She sighed once again and shook her head. Y/N had no idea why, but she needed to get out of her home and have an adventurous night. It was a rather stupid idea, Y/N wouldn't deny it, but she ignored that. She walked over to her closet and took out one of her warmest sweaters. She slid it on along with a beanie to cover her head. It was a cold night and she didn't want to freeze to death. Y/N knew she'd most likely walk to Delmar's Deli, but some treats and then walk right back home to read comics or watch a Star Wars movie. That counted as an adventure, right?

She walked out of the apartment through the front door and locked it. Y/N was surprised to find Peter Parker, the guy who lived in the apartment next to hers and the guy she had had a crush on ever since the start of middle school, sitting down on the stairs all by himself.

It was almost midnight and it made Y/N wonder if maybe the brown-eyed boy was also silently hoping for an adventure. She cringed internally as long as the question popped up in her mind. She shook it away and walked down the stairs. She turned to Peter and said hello. His head shot up and his warm brown eyes met hers. Peter gave her a shy smile and said hey back.