✔️ Tom Holland Imagines

Searching For You

NWH SPOILERS!

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Summary: Peter had spent months searching for you, only to be seemingly in perfect health... in another dimension.

Requested: No

Word Count: 2.6k

Warning(s)?: GN!Reader, MJ being protective, NFW SPOILERS!, pure fluff, 

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Searching For You

''We can confirm at least one person has been killed''

The sentence hung in the air stiffly, seeming to suck out the last remaining happiness in the air. The television was a mere echo now in the background, a reminder of the real world and what's happened in the last 24 hours. You had the feeling in your gut something was going to go terribly wrong and it did. The fact that Peter hasn't arrived yet or even called summed up your thoughts pretty well. You already knew what had happened before the words were uttered.

You came to two conclusions, either Peter was dead or Aunt May was.And it didn't take long for you to figure out that it was the latter. Aunt May had been there for you since you were a little girl, she grown on you as a mother figure when things got tough with your family, before they tragically passed away in a car accident when you were 11. She took you under her wing and raised both you and Peter as if you were both her own. 

All day you had this gut feeling and ignored it, you completely ignored it. Warning Peter didn't help, he refused to let both you and Aunt May stay at the hotel incase anything went wrong. You just wished you had stayed rather than her, it wasn't fair for Peter to become an orphan, he could lose you, not a parent.

Both MJ and Ned visibly shrunk and retracted into themselves, MJ crossing her arms over as she stared the magical cube with anger. You did as well, wishing to tear the thing into a million pieces. It ruined your lives the second it was created. 

''Still nothing?'' MJ had asked Ned hopefully, though Ned conveyed a look with both of us that said otherwise.

''No'' he slumped, leaning into his chair even more. You decided to move off the wall and over towards Ned's dinning room table, sitting directly across from MJ and the cube. You grabbed the cube from the table and placed it directly in front of you, letting out a deep breath as you finally let the first tear roll down your cheek. You couldn't quite process anything at the moment, you felt numb on the inside and you suspected the pain would come soon enough.