Tom Holland Imagines: Volume 2

"Just Do It" (Peter Parker)

A/N: 🎵 guess who's back, back again 🎵 ANYWAY this was requested by the lovely @ylenascoolvest! "okay so maybe like y/n is nat's adoptive sister (yelena's biologically) and she knows that peter likes y/n and she encourages peter to tell her and clint like does the same to y/n cause he sees her as his daughter or a little sister?"

Ask and ye shall receive! 

Y/F/S = your favorite show

PETER'S POV

My favorite class of the day is Chemistry because I have it with Y/N. I mean, it's not like I don't see her at work 24/7 every day anyway, but there's something about her just sitting there in front of me a row over while she works. Every now and then a piece of her hair falls in her face as she's writing her notes. She blows it away absently out the corner of her mouth. Sometimes when she's thinking she'll nibble the little metal part of the pencil at the bottom of the eraser. Not in a gross way or anything...she just rests it on her teeth.

I wonder if she knows how beautiful she is. What I wouldn't give to be with her.

All this was currently sweeping my mind (as usual) while I tried and failed to focus on my geometry homework at the counter of the team kitchen in the compound. Natasha sat next to me, reading something from a website she'd found. "Hey," she said without looking up from her laptop. I looked at her confused until:

"Hey," Y/N replied easily as she padded into the room in her koala fuzzy socks. She walked right past us and opened the fridge for an iced tea. My eyes shot up from my paper a little too fast and I heard Nat choke on her coffee from beside me as Y/N left the room.

 "What was that for?" I asked, offended.

"Peter, you're clearly into her," Nat said simply. I felt like I was going to throw up my heart. 

"I...what? N-no I'm not! Why would you even say that?"

"Because your face was like this." Her eyes bugged out and her jaw hung open in a horrible impression of what must've been me. I opened and closed my mouth repeatedly. "Dude, it's so obvious. Just go tell her. She obviously likes you back!"

She did? Natasha would know, wouldn't she? I nodded absently as I tried to think of a plan...

Y/N'S POV

My favorite class of the day is Chemistry because I have it with Peter. I mean, it's not like I don't see him at work 24/7 every day anyway, but he's so cute when he's thinking. He gets this little crease between his eyebrows when he's doing the calculations and sometimes when he writes he absent-mindedly bites his lip. It's adorable.

I was lounging in the living room watching my nightly episode of Y/F/S with Clint when Peter walked through on the way to his room, clutching his backpack straps so violently I knew something must be wrong. I must've absently frowned with concern because Clint paused the television and looked over at me with an eyebrow raised.

"What?"

"What do you mean, 'what'? Y/N, you're totally crushing on Peter."

"M-me? Pffffft....no!" 

Clint's brow climbed even higher on his forehead.

"Okay fine. Maybe a little, but it's not like it's ever going to happen, so why do anything about it?"

"Y/N, just tell him! He obviously likes you back and besides," he leaned in closer, "guys think it's super hot when you make the first move."

PETER'S POV

I paced back and forth at least twelve times before exiting my room to go to dinner. What was I going to say? What if she didn't like me back?

At last, I slid the door open and stepped into the hall...

and straight into Y/N.

"Oh!" She exclaimed, flushing furiously. I was sure I was just as red. "I'm so sorry! Actually, I was just looking for you."

"That's so funny! Me too," I chuckled, scratching my neck awkwardly.

There was silence for a moment, so thick I thought I'd choke on it.

"I like you..." we both blurted at the same time.

"Wait...what?" Y/N asked, clearly flabbergasted.

"You like me?" I stuttered.

"Yeah," we both laughed at the same time.

"God, this is such a relief! Do you know how worried I was? I've been stressed about this all day!" Y/N laughed, tucking some hair out of her face.

"So have I! I mean why on earth would someone like you like me? Please tell me this isn't a prank..."

"Peter! Of course it isn't a prank!" Y/N exclaimed, grabbing my wrist gently. "I really do like you. A lot. And....I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me?" She asked like she was worried I'd reject her. Me, of all people!

"A-actually, yeah that'd be great!"

When we came into dinner, Clint and Natasha looked at us with some sort of smug knowing.

"Shut up!" Y/N and I said at the same time.