Tom Holland Imagines

Gone Wrong

Peter's POV:

I was sat on a skyscraper. Legs dangling off the edge. Enjoying the view of the sunset. New York at this time of night was amazing.

'Karen anything happening?' I spoke to my AI.

'Not at the moment Peter.' I sighed.

I was glad the city was safe, but at the same time I wanted something to happen. As on que I heard something in the alleyway besides me.

'Karen can you hear what's going on.'

'You're too far away Peter. I can't hear anything.'

I put my mask back on and wandered over to the edge of the building looking down. 3 men were beating someone up. This shouldn't be too hard for me. Using one of my webs I jumped down off the building and into the alleyway. I leant against the building behind the muggers. I cleared my throat loudly. The punches they were throwing stopped as they turned to look at me.

'Didn't invite me to the party,' I remarked.

As the three men stood up they were taller then I had previously thought. However nothing I couldn't handle. The first man threw a punch. I caught it easily. Fighting him back. I easily tossed him aside. Throwing him into the side of the bin causing him to land with a loud crash sound.

'Any one else,' I smirked.

My smirk was hidden behind my mask. The second guy went to kick me. I webbed in foot and tossed him in the same direction as the other guy. At this point I was feeling proud of myself. Adrenaline running through my body. I had just beaten up two guys twice my height and twice my age. But I still had one to go. I turned around to the last guy. He had a cocky evil grin plastered across his face.

'Come on then,' I beckoned.

The last guy threw a punch. I didn't catch his hit as easily as I had the other two. This guy was the strongest. The hardest to fight. However after a few punches back and forth he was soon on the ground. The two people I had beaten earlier had now gone.

'You're friends have gone. Join them,' I laughed. Just as I was about to walk away the man stood up.

'Not just yet kid,' he smirked.

He pulled a knife out of his back pocket. I barley beat him without the knife. My confidence started waved as I squared up to him for a second time. I dodged the knife two times as we fought. However I wasn't so lucky on the third. The knife slashed through my side. Going through my suit and into my skin. I felt the knife go deep into me.

I left out a load groan stumbling back slightly. The man kicked me in the stomach and I feel onto the concrete. I heard him laugh as I winced in pain. To add to my pain he landed a couple punches to my face before running off. Leaving me for dead.

I looked at my hand, that had been holding my side, and it was covered in blood. However in this moment I couldn't think about my injury. All I could think about was my girlfriend. Y/N. I needed her in this moment. She was my everything. She could help me. I looked to my side and blood was pooling around me. I'd lost a lot of blood.

'You can't die now Peter. Not here,' I muttered to myself.

I pulled myself off the floor. Groans of pain leaving my lips as I did. My eyes squeezed shut. I needed to go to her apartment. However I couldn't think straight.

'Karen get me to Y/N's apartment.'

'Found the fastest way Peter. I'll guide you.'

I nodded my head. Pain running through my body. I began shooting webs, flying through New York skyline. No longer enjoying it's beauty. I could barley hold my own body weight up. The only thing causing me to go on was Y/N. Fighting to get to her.

'Fuck,' I groaned clutching my side, the bleeding wasn't stopping. I had to get to Y/N. I couldn't stop now.

Y/N'S POV:

I was in my own headspace. Music blasting through my speakers. Humming along to it. Head down. Concentrating on my work. However every so often breaking my trance. Only to glance at my phone. For one reason and one reason only. Peter. 

He told me his was going out on patrol and that he'd message me when he was safe. It was 11pm and he still hadn't messaged me yet. The latest he had ever been was 10pm. I was starting to get nervous. My concentration began to fade. My work no longer important. 

I had left Peter several messages. I was still on delivered. I tapped my nails on my desk as I anxiously waited. His phone could've run out of battery or something bad might have happen. It probably wasn't the latter, but it was all I could think about. The thought that he was in danger was overtaking my mind. 

Suddenly I heard a load bang against my window. It made me jump knocking me away from my thoughts. I rushed over to the window pulling up the blind. To my horror it was Peter. Bloody and bruised. Clutching his side in pain. His hands and suit covered with blood. My hands started shaking as I opened the window. Peter gave me a weak smile. 

'Peter what the fuck. How did this happen.' 

I grabbed his arm. Helping him inside into my room. 

'Guy... knife... stab... blood...help,' he muttered before falling onto the floor. 

He was wincing in pain. I ran off to the my bathroom to get the first aid kit. My hands were shaking and a tear was rolling down my face. Seeing Peter like this was heart breaking. I loved him. To see him in any pain hurt me. I looked in the mirror and too three deep breaths to compose myself. To stay strong for Peter. To help him. 

I crouched down on the floor next to Peter. Spreading the first aid stuff on the floor. I made sure to stock up on stuff like this when Peter told be he was Spiderman. He told me it was over the top but I just wanted to be prepared. I'd hoped that I'd never have to use this stuff. 

'You're gonna have to take off your suit for me Peter.' 

He hit the spider in the centre of his suit so it was no longer skin tight. I was able to pull it down so it now sat at his hips. 

'Fuck, Pete. You look like you've lost a lot of blood. I'm going to have to stich this up. It'll hurt. I'm sorry,' I gave him a weak smile. 

He grimaced and squeezed his eyes shut. 

'I'm so glad I took that first aid course last year,' I muttered. 

I began cleaning up his wound before stitching it up. After I was finished I wrapped a bandage around the wound and cleaned up his face. 

'Give me your arm. I'll help you up.' 

I helped the boy up and guided him to my bed. I propped him up against some pillows before I cleaned up my floor. Once I was finished I went to sit next to him. He put his head on to my shoulder and left out a big sigh of air. I took his hand in mine to comfort him. He looked up at me after a few minutes. 

'Fuck, Y/N I'm so sorry.' 

'Why you sorry Pete. It's not like you wanted to get stabbed.' 

'For coming here. Like this. I never wanted you to deal with this kinda shit.' I cupped his face with my hand and made him look at me. 

'Hey, I love you. This 'kinda shit' is who you are. Spiderman is who you are. Do you scare me to death sometimes like you did tonight? Yes. But I don't care. I want you to come to me if your ever hurt. I'm here for you.' 

'I love you Y/N,' he mumbled before kissing me. The kiss was sweet and short. I broke the kiss smiling. 

'Sorry I scared you.' 

'Yeah well I'll have to find a way to scare you back. Not life threaten death stuff. But scary,' he laughed at me shaking his head. 

'I love you Y/N.' 

'I love you too Pete,' I smiled.