Tom Holland Imagines

What Came After

After everything that had happened. Five years gone. The portals. The battle. The army. The stones. The snap. The death. The funeral. Peter was broken. His former self before the blip was a distant memory. He'd lost the person he loved. The father figure in his life. And in a snap. It'd all been taken away from him. 

We'd both blipped and returned 5 years later. However I didn't have to face a battle. I just returned to my apartment. Confused. But safe. However Peter on the other hand wasn't so lucky. I tried my best to support him. Be the best girlfriend I could. But it was hard. The boy never came out of his room anymore. Barley spoke. I was getting worried. The death of Tony hit him hard. It crushed him. And there was nothing I could do about it. 

I had no idea what he was going through. I'd never lost anyone close to me. Peter had lost too many people that were close to him. I was going round to Peter's after school to bring him some work. I knocked on his apartment door waiting for an answer. May opened the door giving me a weak smile. 

'Hi Y/N.' 

'Hi May. How's he doing.' 

She looked over to his closed bedroom door and sighed. 

'Is he still in there.' 

'Not come out since yesterday.' 

'Well I've brought I'm his work from school,' I sighed. 

May and I sat on the sofa watching a film. I tended to do this at the moment. With Peter not speaking to anyone she needed the comfort. And so did I. With Peter not speaking she was the closest thing I had to him. 

'Has he eaten today?' I questioned. 

'No not yet.' 

'Can I try and bring him his food. He might eat then.' 

'It's worth a shot,' she smiled. 

May had cooked dinner for us and Peter's was sitting on the side. I picked up the tray and went to knock on his door. 

'Peter. I have your dinner.' 

'Not hungry,' the voice spoke from the other side. 

Peter had locked himself in his room for a week now. I didn't feel like I could just leave it and walk away. 

'Well it's out here if you want it,' I sighed. I put the food on the floor and sat on the floor leaning against a wall next to his bedroom. 

'Y/N are you still out there?' 

'Yep,' I hummed. 

'Just go. I don't want to talk.' 

'I'm not leaving you Peter.' 

'For fucks sake Y/N. I don't need you to sit outside my room. I'm fine.' 

His anger towards me stung. But I knew he was trying to mask his hurt. Not show me how upset he actually was. 

'I'm not leaving Peter. Be angry with me all you like. But I'm your girlfriend. I'm going to be here for you. Whatever you go through.' 

Peter didn't respond. Each side of the door was once again silent. That was until the door creaked open slightly. A gap in the door. He was letting me in. I walked into his room and the sight I saw broke my heart. 

Peter was sat on the floor leant against his bed. His eyes red and puffy where he'd been crying. His curls floppy and messy. Cleary hadn't been brushed in a while. He looked like he hadn't changed his clothes either. I went and sat next to him and took his hand in mine. Holding it. A source of comfort for him. I didn't say anything. I figured that all he needed was for me just to be there. To be with him. 

We sat on the floor in total silence for ten minutes. Until I looked over to see tears rolling down his eyes. I shifted my body to look at him. 

'Pete please talk to me. Maybe it'll help.' 

Tears started rolling faster down his face. I pulled him in closer to me and he wrapped his arms around my waist clinging onto me tightly. I let him cry. Let him get all of his emotions out. I ran my fingers through his hair. Comforting him. Once he'd finally stopped crying he let go of me but held onto my hand. 

'He's gone. Just gone. I'll never see him,' he whispered. 'I... I... can't loose someone else Y/N. My parents. My uncle. And now Tony. I just. If he's gone. Then I don't know what I'm going to do. I don't know how'll I'll live my life without him. I can't live my life without him.' 

I squeezed his hands. 'Pete It's ok to cry over him. It's ok to morn him. But you need to honour Tony's memory. Make him proud of you. I know it'll be hard. It might feel like you're forgetting him. But you could never forget him. Just imagine how proud Tony would be to see you get into your dream college. Or even complete your first mission without him.' 

'But I can't do that without him,' he cried. 

Peter was breaking my heart seeing him hurt like this. I wanted to help him feel better. But I had no idea how to help him. What to say to him. 

'Pete your the strongest person I know. You can do anything. You can do this. You can get through this.' 

'You think so.' 

'I know so Pete.' 

He looked still broken inside. But a little less so when I first came into his room. It would take him a while to be completely ok again. And he would never be completely ok without Tony in his life. But he was making slow steps. 

'Pete you look like you have slept in days.' 

'I haven't,' he whispered. 

I got up and reached out my hand to him pulling him and onto his bed. He laid on top of me engulfing me. His arms wrapped around my waist, his head nuzzled into my chest. The poor boy had been so caught up in his own grief he'd denied himself of any type of comfort. 

'Never leave me,' he muttered as he drifted off to sleep. 

I kissed the top of his head letting him fall into a deep sleep. Letting him forget the grief that had consumed him momentarily. May softly knocked on the door and walked into his room. She leant against the door and smiled at he. 

'Is he ok?' she whispered. 

'He will be. In time.' 

May and I both shared a look. A look of sadness for the boy, wanting to comfort him just not knowing how. Peter would be ok. But it would take him time. I planned to be there with him through it all. I couldn't let him loose another person.