Tom Holland/Peter Parker Imagines

Peter Parker- Try to save a life

A/N: ⚠️Trigger Warning: Slight Abuse and Death.⚠️

You weren't the type of person to leave home, even if it meant dealing with your asshole of a boyfriend.

"Y/N, hurry up and get me my fucking beer!" Collin yelled from the living-room, his hands balled into fists as you tried not to cry.

Giving it to him, you quickly tried to escape, but he grabbed your hand, holding it tighter than he had ever held it before.

"Be quicker next time." He hissed before letting go, your intuition telling you that he had left a bruise.

As you walked to your shared bedroom, you suddenly stopped, a flash of red mist taking over as you looked inside your mind.

You walked down the street, Collin's hand gripping your hand tight. He didn't like it when you weren't with him.

"Don't go anywhere." You could feel Collin's anger rising as he angrily loosened his grip.

Letting go for a split second, you backed off when you suddenly felt like you were being possessed. As you panicked, you watched as Collin dropped to the floor.

You opened your eyes, taking a deep breath in. You had these flashes every couple of months. These flashes had existed for years, and unfortunately, Collin knew of them. You had the ability to see how people would die. Whenever it happened, which was random, your eyes would be transformed into a red mist and you could see the death.

"One of those fucking flashes again?" He didn't even bother to make sure if you were ok.

"Y-Yeah. I-I saw my sister die." You lied.

"Finally. Bitch deserves what's comin' to her." Collin laughed, hands clapping. Going to bed, you were worried. Whatever was in your flash, you knew would happen, but you didn't know when.

Waking up, you got ready as usual, Collin grabbing the keys to the apartment.

"We're going out?" You were concerned.

"Why else would I have the keys in my fucking hand?" Collin had a tendency to swear either in every one of his sentences, or every couple of sentences. He grabbed your hand, walking you and him out of the apartment complex. Making your way down one of the many streets in Queens, you were worried. It looked exactly like how your flash went.

"Don't go anywhere." You could feel Collin's anger rising as he angrily loosened his grip.

Letting go for a split second, you backed off when you suddenly felt like you were being possessed. As you panicked, you watched as Collin dropped to the floor, his eyes open. Covering your mouth, you were scared.

"COLLIN!" You screamed, dropping your hands as you snapped out of whatever happened to you. You ran to his body, screaming for help. After what seemed like hours, you were back home, having been told that Collin was dead.

PETER
Walking down one of the many streets of Queens, you watched as people walked along the pathway. Stopping, I watched a woman and who presumably was her boyfriend, walking down the street, his hand seemingly tightly attached to hers.

"Don't go anywhere." I watched as he angrily spoke to her, his grip on her hand loosening. I was worried. She looked panicked. Turning away for less than 5 seconds, I heard a scream. Turning around, I watched as the girl was hovering over the man, screaming for help.

Quickly running away, I put on my E.D.I.T.H glasses.

"Good morning Peter. How may I help you?" E.D.I.T.H asked. Turning my gaze to the girl who was being question by police, I spoke.

"Who is she?" I asked.

"Her name is Y/N Y/L/N. She recently ran away from home to live with her now deceased boyfriend Collin. She seems to have a strange brain reading. From what I can see, she knew that her boyfriend was going to die." E.D.I.T.H informed me as I looked around confused.

"That's certainly odd. Where does she live?" I asked.

"She lives in the apartment complex located on Jackson Ave." E.D.I.T.H told me, my brain immediately telling me to go and find her. Changing into my suit, I swung to the apartment complex, landing on the fire-escape.

"Peter. I don't know if it's my place to say, but this seems a bit stalker-ish." E.D.I.T.H was cautious.

"I'm not a stalker, E.D.I.T.H. I'm merely being the friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man that people know me as." I objected, climbing into the dimly-lit apartment.

Y/N
"Spider-Man? What the hell are you doing here?" You asked as Spider-Man entered your apartment, confusing you.

"I saw what happened today. I was quite confused when my associate let me know that you knew that your boyfriend was going to die." Spider-Man stood up.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You gulped.

"Don't try to avoid the truth. You somehow knew that your boyfriend was going to die, and I want to know how. I'll just hang out here until you tell me." You were shocked.

"First off, did your associate let you know that your actions right now suggest that you're a stalker? Secondly, go away. I don't need to tell you anything, since last time I checked, you aren't the police." You hissed.

"I'm not a stalker, and I'm just trying to be your friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man, which means that I'm here if you need advice, or a shoulder to lean on." Spider-Man leaning on your couch.

"Will you fuck off if I tell you?" You smiled.

"Mind your language, but yes." Spider-Man sat down on your couch.

"Fine. I experience these flashes. With these flashes, my eyes transform into a red mist and I can see the death of someone random. I saw Collin's death. They usually occur every couple of months." You informed Spider-Man.

"Thank you for telling me." He smiled.

"You can fuck off now." You laughed, swearing again.

"Language." Spider-Man corrected you before he began to make his way out of your apartment.

As he waved 'goodbye' to you, you suddenly stopped, a flash of red mist taking over as you looked inside your mind.

You were scared. You were standing inside your mother's hospital bed, your father holding her hand. Looking up at the clock, you noticed the time. 5:04 pm.

"I'm so sorry, honey. I tried to find her. Y/N is still missing." Your father cried as he held your mother's hand. He worriedly looked up at the heart-rate monitor, watching helplessly as it beeped loudly before a continuous beep ensued, telling him that she was dead.

You opened your eyes, taking a deep breath in. You looked up at your clock hanging above the light. 4:40 pm.

"Hey, Y/N, you ok?" Spider-Man rushed over to you, worried.

"I-I need to go. Can you swing me over to New York-Presbyterian Hospital?" You worriedly grabbed your phone.

"What's wrong?!" He worried also.

"I'm going to try to save a life." You informed him before he held onto your waist, hastily taking you to the hospital, hoping you could make it there in time.