Tom Holland/Peter Parker Imagines

Peter Parker- Broken nose...again

Y/N
For the 3rd time this year, you watched as Peter swung into your bedroom, ripping off his mask to reveal yet another broken nose.

"Peter! I swear to god, you only visit me while being Spider-Man if you've sustained an injury." You complained.

"You're not wrong, Y/N, but might I add that you have a nursing degree, meaning out of everyone I know, you have the knowledge and the skills to actually help me. Also, you do it for free." He laughed.

"Just put this on!" You handed him an ice-pack, watching as he laid down on your bed.

"So, serious question, you don't talk to MJ much anymore, even if she's your girlfriend. Why?" You asked.

"MJ and I...we aren't on speaking terms at the moment. She blames you for that...go figure." He tried not to laugh.

"What? She blames me, why? Cause you choose to come here instead of going to her place?" You we're beginning throw out guesses.

"Yep. That, funnily enough, is the exact reason why we aren't speaking." Peter began.

"I tried to talk to her and explain why I come to you, obviously mentioning the constant injuries I sustain and the fact that you're the only certified nurse in all of New York who can help me for free." Peter explained.

"You know Peter, the more you come here, the less she's going to actually consider herself your girlfriend." You tried not to laugh.

"What do you think I should do?" Peter asked.

"Well, I think you should go over to her place later, and go show her that you love her, even if it means you need to have a serious talk." You suggested, watching as Peter got up off your bed.

"Peter, I said later not now!" Your eyes widened as he put his mask back on.

"Peter! You need to stay here and rest your-" You groaned as he left your room.

As you sat back down, your phone buzzed, and seeing that it was Peter, you answered it.

Me: Peter? Hello? Are you there?

You waited a few minutes before deciding to hang up, but once you heard MJ's voice, you were curious.

PETER
Against Y/N's advice, I swung straight over to MJ's apartment, landing in her living room as she looked at me, shocked.

"Where were you just now?" MJ asked, not angry or sad, just curious.

"I was with Y/N." I admitted.

"Why? You're always with her Peter." MJ started to get upset.

"I was with her because once again, I sustained another injury." I removed my mask, showing her my broken nose.

"Peter..." She touched my face, inspecting my injury more.

"I don't understand why you don't just come to me with your injuries. I am your girlfriend after all." She was right.

"I know you're my girlfriend, but MJ, Y/N is a certified nurse. She has the knowledge and the skills to be able to correctly fix my injury." I hugged her, feeling slightly bad that Y/N could hear this whole conversation through the call.

"I know she can Peter, but I'm starting to think that you like her company more than you do mine. You always got to her with your injuries. Why can't you just go to the hospital?" MJ sounded insane.

"You know why I can't, MJ. If I go to the hospital, I'll have to answer questions about how I sustained my injuries and I'm not about to reveal that I sustained them while fighting crime as Spider-Man. But, if I go to Y/N, she'll know how I sustained my injuries, because she knows that I'm Spider-Man." I explained, holding MJ in my arms as she hugged me.

"Ok, I understand, but seriously Peter, you need to start acting more like I am actually your girlfriend, cause I'm starting to feel like I'm not." She smiled.

"MJ...I love you. I promise that I will start treating you like you're my girlfriend." I spoke before giving MJ a loving kiss on the lips, her smile showing as I also smiled. Pulling away, I got changed in her room, sitting down to cuddle with her, until I remembered about the call. Pulling out my phone, I was confused when I didn't see any sign of a call, until I checked my call history. Y/N had hung up after I told MJ that I loved her.

Y/N
After listening to their 10 minute conversation, you wondered how it was going to end.

"MJ...I love you." You heard Peter say. Knowing that the conversation was getting to personal, you hung up, not needing to hear anything else.