tom holland + peter parker

already got her P.P.

request: hello love, can you do something like Peter confessing his love for you in front of the Avengers, but he didn't mean to, yk what I mean? like you were talking about one boy and he got jealous and it's like "because I love you". Sorry if it is not clear.Have a nice day <3

no worries, it's crystal clear !! here's 1.2k words of some (hopefully) cute jealous!peter <3

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You'd just gotten back from your last lecture of the day, having just stepped out of the elevator with your textbooks in hand. A boy in your class had walked you to Happy's car — he carried your books, something Hogan happened to mention. This boy, though, seemed to protrude beyond your classes; you studied in the library together, occasionally. He was cute and sweet, so your friendship blossomed naturally.

"He's really nice, and I just-" You clear your throat while glancing back up to Wanda, who's walking alongside you and Natasha. "I don't know. If he asks me out I'd probably say yes..."

"So why don't you ask him out?" Natasha eyes you knowingly and you sigh.

"Because? I don't know, shut up," you whine.

"Y/N, it's simple. If you like him, go for it!" Wanda gestures with her hands while the two of you round the corner to the kitchen, where Tony and Peter are cooking with a few other Avengers.

"I just don't know how much I like him. What if I don't like him enough to ask him out or something?"

"Just... name all the things you like about him. Maybe we'll see your feelings more."

You ponder Nat's suggestion while taking a seat at the kitchen stool, setting your supplies down and waving hello to Bucky and Sam and Steve, Peter and Tony, Wanda and Vision who'd just walked in.

"His manners, for starters," You clasp your hands together with a sheepish smile.

Tony's brows furrow while he motions back and forth between you and Natasha. "What're we discussing right now?"

"Yeah?" Sam asks between bites of his pretzels.

"Y/N's got this boy from her physics lecture."

"Jonathan?"

"Yeah," Wanda nods, accepting a pretzel.

"Continue, though," Tony nods, intrigued now.

"His manners," You repeat. "Uhm, he's cute. And sweet — he carries my books for me — he's... smart too."

"Can we not discuss boys during lunch?" Peter whines, handing Steve a packet of cheese for the omelets they're making.

"Yeah, your girl talk can wait," Bucky agrees, stealing one of Sam's pretzels from his hand, the two of them snickering.

"Aw, come on, we're just getting to the good stuff," Wanda defends.

"Right, well I don't want to hear you gushing over some gross boy," Peter spits out, eyes locking with yours.

"Okay," your voice dips in a familiar way, leading up to something Peter's expecting. "And what's your problem?"

"My problem?" He tilts his head, ignoring the many pairs of eyes watching him. "I don't have a problem. I just don't want to hear you talk about some," he switches his voice to a higher pitch to mock you, "cute boy in my lecture class that held my books like it's the '50s."

"Okay, but it's so obvious that you have a problem." Your growing frustration shows. "So I'm asking what the hell your problem is."

"I just don't want you talking about some guy! Alright?" He huffs, arms uncrossing.

"Yeah?" You chuckle bitterly. "And why's that?" Your tongue clicks, "You don't want me ta-"

"Because I love you!" He yells out angrily, face red in frustration. "And it's annoying to hear you rant about some weird boy from your lecture who- who- who-"

He stops when he realizes at least three people have gasped and that your mouth is dropped open in shock. Once the truth dawns on him, his eyes widen and his mouth opens and closes, nothing coming out.

"You... what?"

"I- uhm..." He moves his hands up but immediately retracts them, looking at Tony and then to Bucky before turning back to your direction in embarrassment.

"Oh shit," Sam whispers to Bucky, elbowing his rib. "Is this about to get all mushy and stuff?"

Bucky moves closer to whisper back. "I think he's about to get his heart broken or-"

"Shut up!" Nat whisper-yells. You glance at them before looking back to the brown-haired boy.

"Peter?"

"Uhm..." he scratches his neck. "Yeah?"

"What did you just say?"

"What did I say?" he asks, playing dumb. "I didn't say anything. What did- what did you say?"

"Peter," You cut him off sternly. "You just- you said you... you like me? What?"

"Technically he said he loves you,'" Vision shares, earning a slap to the shoulder from Wanda.

"Peter?" You look at his doe eyes, face softening. You realize that through this entire encounter, you've moved from the stool to the side of the kitchen island, Peter mere feet from your stance. 

He gives way, shoulders dropped as he physically deflates with an exhale. "Yeah?"

"You love me?" You're close to him now, whispering so that it seems as though you're the only two listening — you're not, but the silence the rest of the superheroes bring isn't going to stop you from getting to the bottom of this.

"I-" He pauses, hands fiddling in front of his stomach while he looks at your shoes and then his own. He sighs again and then answers. "Yeah. I... I do love you."

Your face softens — in sympathy or reciprocation, Peter can't tell — and you take another step closer to him. "I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to," Peter slows his words when he realizes how fast he's talking. "To say anything. I get it, this is all one sided and- and it'd probably be messy since we're both Avengers and whatever. Just..." He looks down, in disappointment, brows pulled together. "Forget about it?"

"Wait, but I don't want to forge-"

"Just drop it, Y/N," he says sternly, maneuvering around the former winter soldier while he runs out of the kitchen, saving himself and what's left of his dignity.

You look at Wanda helplessly, and her eyes show urgency, motioning towards the hallway Peter just ran down. You nod, feet picking up speed while you race after him. Tony exhales when the two of you are finally out of the room — he's known about Peter's crush on you since the moment it first sparked — they'd spent hours discussing what you like, how to make a move, and how amazing you are. In his mind, Tony thinks, it'd be a shame if all those moments went to waste; he knows how much Peter truly loves you.

"Peter?" You call out, turning a corner. "Pet-!" You stop immediately, met with the sight of Peter on the floor by the lab entrance. His legs are crossed and he's looking down in thought.

You kneel in front of him, hands grabbing his own. "Peter," you speak softly. "You didn't let me finish."
He scoffs, voice murky, and you can tell he's close to tears. "'S not much fun to get rejected."

"Who said this was a rejection?" Peter's head shoots up at your words, eyes hopeful. You smile softly, one Peter can't help but mirror. "Y'know not all stories end with an epic dump."

"Yeah," Peter trails off. "But the nerd doesn't get the good girl."

"So I'm the good girl, now?"

He laughs, cheeks tinting red. "You know what I mean."

"Yeah," You smile, taking a seat. "But just because you're a nerd doesn't mean you can't get the girl."

He swallows thickly, body heating as a question forms in his mind. He takes the leap, "Do you think I'll get the girl?"

You smile, looking down at your intertwined hands. "I think you've already got her."