Tom Holland and Peter Parker Imagines

You // PP

"I'm gonna beat you Parker!" You yell as you and Peter Parker race across the gym. Of course, he wins again. "What's your deal?" You ask him out of breath. "This last month you've been ripped as hell and always beat me!" You say, as Peter laughs. "I work out, duh." He says. "I work out every damn day for an hour!" You yell. "Calm down, Y/N." Peter says. "Maybe I'm just better than you," he says as you walk out of the gym as the last bell rings.

You were walking to your house with an odd feeling. That someone was watching you. You stop and look around, to see nothing and think your just being stupid. All of a sudden you blackness.

"Well, well, well." The man says. "Lookie what we got here," he says. You try to scream but there's cloth in your mouth. You hear a big crash and look to the side. Spiderman. "Let her go!" He yells then looks at you. "Y/N," he says and kicks the man, then the man punches back at him. He falls to the ground. You scream. He gets back up and punches the man in the gut and the balls. He falls to the ground in pain.

"I'm gonna get you out of there," he says as he pulls the cloth from my mouth and unties me from the pole you were hooked on. He grabs you and webs you out into the night as you scream. You come to an apartment window as he slides it open with your webs, you expecting the worse.

He crawls in the window and puts you on a bed as he runs into the room across the hall. "Peter?" You hear a woman yell. "Yes, Aunt May," Spiderman says. "Just makin sure it was you. It's late, you should go to bed." Aunt May says. "I will Aunt May," he says and comes into the room. It's fucking Peter Parker.

"Y/N! Why are you here?" He asks. "You brought me here dumbass," you said. "No, I did not." He said playing dumb. "Your Spiderman," you say. Now it makes sense. The reason he beats you in everything is because he's Spiderman. "That explains a lot," you say. "Fine, I am Spiderman, but please don't tel Aunt May!" Peter says. "Or anyone else," he says. "Deal spiderboy," you say. "I'm not a boy," he complains as you ruffle his messy hair.