Tom Holland/Peter Parker Imagines

Peter Parker- Because of a lie (Part 2)

Y/N
Moving away was the best thing you ever did. You left Peter. You left the school. You even left New York.

(6 Months Earlier)
After prom, the news that you was Loki's daughter spread around New York like wildfire. You got back to your apartment, and the door was covered in spray-paint that formed words of slander.

Monster. Freak. Liar. Betrayer.

These words stuck in your brain for hours. You constantly paced around your apartment, not knowing what you would do. Sick and tired of hearing about your reveal, you packed up your apartment, chucking everything into your car. By 2:00 am, you were packing the last thing into a bag. By 4:00 am, you were packing up your car. By 5:30 am, you were already on your way to your destination: Los Angeles.

(Present)
"Mara Connelly?" Your teacher asked as you lifted your hand.

In New York, you were Y/N Y/L/N. In LA, you were Mara Connelly. Using your abilities as Loki's daughter, you created a new life. You created a new name, a new background, even an new face.

Y/N Y/L/N only exists to you.

"You know what you all need to do." The teacher spoke, leaving your class to work on your English essays.

PETER
Since prom, I hadn't been happy. I thought that exposing Y/N in the heat of the moment would satisfy me, but instead, I was left alone.

Life was boring. I put more work into being Spider-Man than I had put into my schooling. I wasn't failing, but I wasn't doing as good as I once was.

"Edith?" I asked, activating my Stark glasses. The glasses activated, allowing me to access everything I needed.

"How can I assist you, Peter?" E.D.I.T.H asked as I sighed.

"Any updates on Y/N?" I asked.

"Yes." E.D.I.T.H pulled up security footage of a girl matching Y/N's description, but it wasn't Y/N.

Ever since she clearly moved away, I regretted ever exposing her, let alone breaking up with her. I missed her.

(Just After Y/N Moved Away)
One thing I had failed to do was fact-check. I had accused Y/N of cheating on me, but I had never actually made sure this was true.

"Edith?" I activated the glasses.

"Can you hack into any and all security cameras located on the Midtown High-School campus?" E.D.I.T.H doing as I asked.

Within minutes, I had access to each and every camera. I spent the next 3 hours watching every security feed, hoping to either prove my case, or debunk it. My case was debunked when the security feed for the south hallway near the Science lab hit 12:05 pm. This was only 2 hours before I had broken up with her.

I watched the feed. Y/N was at her locker and as she said, Brad cornered her so she couldn't leave. The next thing I saw was Y/N push him away before slapping him. She was right, she had pushed him away, trying to prevent him from kissing her again. I didn't hear Brad bragging until 1:45 pm.

(Present)
I needed to find her. I needed to apologise. I didn't care if she never wanted to be my girlfriend again, or she never wanted to even be friends with me. All I wanted was for her to know that I was sorry.

"Edith, that isn't Y/N." I couldn't recognise her face. It definitely wasn't Y/N.

"I assure you Peter, that is Y/N. An x-ray and other scans have revealed that she is Y/N. Even her blood type is the same." E.D.I.T.H revealed, leaving me in confusion. I didn't bother arguing with E.D.I.T.H.

"Where is she?" I asked as E.D.I.T.H tracked her location.

"She is in LA. I am not able to get her exact location." E.D.I.T.H spoke.

"I don't need her exact location. I'll find her." I stopped what I was doing, getting into my Spider-Man costume for easier transportation by swinging. The trip took me a little over a day, but when I got to LA, I used the footage of Y/N to locate where she was. I managed to find out where she lived.

Landing somewhere private, I changed into my normal clothes, making my way to her front door.

I was worried. She would either slam the door in my face, or she'd listen to me and let me apologise. I hoped that she chose the latter. Knowing that she was home, I knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" She asked, clearly looking through the peephole.

"It's Peter. Peter Parker." I introduced myself. At this point, I thought that she'd walk away from the door, but to my surprise, I heard the chain drop as the door was unlocked.

"How can I help you Mr Parker?" She asked.

"You can help me by looking like Y/N." I asked, her eyes dropping.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Mr Parker. If you have nothing else to add, please leave." She tried to close the door, but I stopped it.

"Please Y/N. I came here to apologise." I begged. She hesitated before letting me in.

"I won't bother you for long. I am sorry. I hurt you and ruined your life and I have regretted ruining your life for ages. I hope you can forgive me. I don't care if you don't want to be my friend or my girlfriend. All I came here for is to be forgiven." I spoke.

"You didn't just hurt me or ruin my life. Because of what you did, people who didn't know me from school found out and they wrote things on my front door. They called me a monster, a freak, a liar, a betrayer. The whole of New York found out! I had no choice but to escape. All of it happened because of a lie. All of this happened because of a lie you believed." She cried.

"I know, and I am so sorry." I sighed, feeling ashamed.

"You say you're sorry, but if I remember correctly, you didn't even make sure that the lie was true or false. You accepted the lie, a lie that was based off something that Brad Davis said. We both know that Brad has a thing for spreading lies to create chaos. You gave him exactly what he wanted. Chaos. Oh and, before I forget, you sounded pretty proud of yourself at prom, when you exposed the secret you once promised to never speak of or even mention. You didn't seem sorry when you publicly labelled me a villain." Y/N was right.

I wasn't sorry back then. I did what I thought was right at the time. But I was wrong. I believed a lie. I didn't check for any evidence. I publicly broke her heart and then I ruined her life forever when I exposed her in front of everyone at prom. I was a dick.

As I expected, she opened her apartment door. I walked out, turning back, just in case she wanted to say something. And she did, but it wasn't what I wanted to hear.

"As much as I appreciate your apology, I can't just accept it, let alone forgive you. You ruined my life and no amount of apologies or explanations will ever fix that. Goodbye Peter." Y/N sighed before she gently shut the door, leaving me outside her apartment, defeated and alone.