Tom Holland/Peter Parker Imagines

Peter Parker- Anger management

Y/N
Being the daughter of Bruce Banner is great. You're smart, successful and really kind towards others. It's also hard, as you inherited your father's ability to turn into a huge green monster whenever you get angry.

The only good aspect of your inheritance, is that unlike your father, you have the power to control how big and angry you get. For example, if someone finishes the last of the soda without telling you, you will get upset to the point where your fingertips will turn green.

Basically, the angrier you get, the worse your power is. You've been able to control yourself for the majority of your life, managing to keep your powers a secret from everyone outside the Avengers Compound. But, when you got into high-school, hiding your powers became harder to do.

Being smart, means that you often get picked on. There were a group of 6 girls and 4 guys. Maria, Courtney, Jenny, Charlee, Taylor, Kirsty, Caleb, Jason, Martin, and Toby.

These people loved to push you around and make fun of you. It was difficult not to completely freak out and bash their faces into the pavement without even so much as breaking a sweat. You often needed to either cry in private or run away fast enough to ensure that no one saw your arms turn green or your body become slightly bigger than before.

You've been safe, most of the time. Your father has been able to teach you methods of remaining calm, but sometimes those methods ain't enough. That's where Peter comes in.

Peter is your childhood friend. You met him through his mother, as your father worked alongside Peter's mother on a research trip 15 years ago.

Now, you and Peter work with the Avengers, you as your father's unpaid assistant and Peter as Spider-Man. Peter is your Natasha.

Natasha used to help your father turn back into his human self all the time on missions. Now, Peter has the same effect on you. He is often by your side whenever you want to calm down and become normal again but you're too angry.
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Courtney once again called you a name. The names, you could deal with. They barely affected you. It's when her or her friends physically touch you when you freak out, or start to panic.

"Looks like loud-mouth dropped her books." She smirked as Charlee knocked your books out of your hand.

"Aww, is Max E. Pad gonna cry? Boohoo." Martin laughed as he played with your hair, allowing Jenny to push you against your locker.

Courtney and her friends walked off, leaving you in pain as you glanced down, seeing your hands and arms turning green.

"Courtney!" You called her name, earning her attention. She turned around, her hair flicking around.

"What do you want?" She asked, clearly bored.

"To pound Martins face into a locker." You admitted, earning a scoff from Courtney and the group.

"Is that a threat?" She asked, trying to be demeaning. If only she knew what was coming.

"Nope. It's reality." You grabbed Martin's face and forcefully pushed his face into the closest locker. He fell away, a massive gash on his face while blood poured down his face.

By this time, your entire body had turned green, you were extremely larger than you were before and you were breathing heavily, feeling the anger still inside you.

Feeling a hand on your wrist, you looked down to see Peter, his face full of worry. He ushered you away, grabbing your attention with a bottle of orange juice. Before you could do anything, you were standing behind the school, feeling no calmer than you were before. You stood behind something stable, Peter putting his hand in your larger palm.

"You're home sweet home. Home with your dad. Home with me." He softly spoke.

As he spoke, your heart calmed down, and you could feel your body shrinking down to it's normal size. After a few minutes, you were basically covered in ripped clothing that barely covered you.

"You might need these." Peter spoke as he handed you new clothes.

"Where did you-" You barely got to finish your sentence.

"Knowing that someday this would happen, I started leaving a pair of clothes in my locker, and my bag." He smiled as you walked out from behind the stable cover, tying up your shoes.

"Thanks Peter. I have no idea what I would do without you." You smiled, giving Peter a hug.

"No worries." He hugged you back.

"Wait, where are you going?" Peter asked as you began to walk off.

"To class?" You were confused.

"Y/N, I suggest that you head back to the compound. I don't think it's wise to head back inside school, especially when you smashed Martin's face into a locker. Who knows what's going on. The police might be inside." Peter made a good point.

"You're right. Are you coming back with me?" You asked.

"Seeing as I'm your best friend, yes." He smiled as you two began your journey back to the compound, your heart racing as you tried not to imagine how your dad was going to react when he found out about today.