Tom Holland/ Peter Parker Imagines

Being Spider-Man at 3 AM// Peter

     I wobbly land on top of my apartment building's roof after my nightly patrol got interrupted by a high speed chase. My suit was ripped all over and missing a few chunks of material here and there. 

     Limping over to the potted plant that only moves when I lift it up to grab the key to my apartment, only to groan when the usual key is missing. I forgot to put it back from last night. Looks like I'm getting in through the second route: my window.

     My body ached and groaned as I push open the window to slide myself in, but halfway through I lose all my strength and use gravity to get the rest of myself in.

A hybrid of a groan of pain and just done with life escaped from my throat as I laid on my floor, slowly bleeding from the road burn I had received from the idea of latching onto the car that was trying to flee the scene.

I lifted my hand to my face to see it covered in blood and tiny pebbles of asphalt. Sighing I placed it back over the most painful wound that was located on my upper stomach.

I rip off my mask and throw it in the direction of my closet. With a deep breath predicting the pain that was about to come, I reach up on top of my desk for my phone.

I let out the breath I was holding as I dialed her number, praying that she was up.

She answered on the third ring, "Morning, Peter."

I let out a little laugh, "Morning. What are you still doing up?" Thankfully it sounded like she was wake awake.

"Dude, Attack on Titan season two dropped. I've been waiting long enough to binge all the episodes at once," her voice sounded like she's about to say 'duh' at the end of her sentence.

I tried to stand, gripping the edge of my desk to pull myself up I asked her, "Can you pause?"

She thought for a second, "If you give me a good enough reason."

Just then I fell against my desk, bracing myself with my arm as I hissed into the phone, "Because I need your help."

"I'll be right there." She was about to hang right up, but I cut her off saying that May was out, so she can come to the front door instead of the fire escape and to also give me a extra few seconds to get normal clothes on.

     I pressed the spot on my suit to have it easily fall off my body. I shoved it to the bottom of the hamper in my closet, grabbing a pair of plaid pajama pants that were on a hanger while I was in there. A small knock rapped on the door as I hopped into the pants while making my way to the door.

     I leaned against the door as I opened it, trying my damnedest to look nonchalant, "Morning, Y/N." She didn't say anything as her eyes scanned my chest and stomach, the road burn and cuts still bleeding. I probably would have turned red with her looking at me shirtless, but her colorless face made me uneasy in the wrong way. I scratched the back of my neck as I kinda mumbled, "I thought you could help since you take anatomy, and that you are also right down stairs."

Her eyes snapped up to me in a flash once my sentence was finished. "Anatomy! You think anatomy is going to help me, well, you." She raked a hand through her hair, "That doesn't mean shit, Pete! So what, I know the structure of an eyeball, and that obviously won't help us."

I stayed silent for a second as I let her into the apartment, "Well, you know how to clean cuts and bandage, right? The basic knowledge?"

She turned to face me with her arms crossed over her stomach, "Peter, you're dripping blood. You literally left a trail from your room!" She threw her arm out in the direction of my room. Before she continued her face lost even more color then I thought was possible, "And I thought you knew that the sight of blood makes me sick to my stomach."