Tom Holland Imagines

Peter Parker ; Secrets

Peter sulked behind Tony who led them to an old diner that miraculously was still standing after everything the city had been through. He was dreading what was going to be said to him once they finally sat down. Peter had messed up, bad. Tony ordered a black coffee and a cherry turnover while Peter just stuck to a chocolate milk. He didn't even want anything but Tony insisted he get something. The silence was painful and seemed like it was never going to end.

After some time of watching Tony eat his turnover, Peter finally decided to break the painful quiet. "Look, Mr. Stark, I just, I need, I want to apologize for not being on my A game tonight."

Tony chewed for a minute, staring at the teenager before swallowing and deciding to respond back. "Mind telling me why I almost got my head ripped off and your body almost getting torn in half? This isn't some game, kid. It's real life and real life means real danger and real danger means broken bones and dead bodies. When I bring you along to these kinds of things, I bring you because I need you. Just because I'm Iron-man doesn't mean I can do everything which is something you will never hear me say again."

Peter bit his lip, shaking his head. Trying to find the words to justify why his mind was not where it was supposed to be. Stuttering and tripping over his words, he bowed his head and mumbled, "I'm sorry, Mr. Stark. I, it's, I, my-"

"-just stop." Tony sighed, running a hand over his face, he inhaled deeply. This was a kid sitting in front of him, just a kid. A kid that was fortunate to have these abilities and unfortunate at the same time because he was stuck with them. Looking at Peter, he asked calmly, "Where was your mind at, kid? Why weren't you focused?"

Peter refused to meet Tony's gaze, he didn't want to admit why he had been spacing out. Because, he knew that lives were at stake but the guilt of cancelling his date with [Y/N] for the fourth time in a row was eating away at him. He desperately tried to keep his crime fighting life as Spider-Man and [Y/N] separate. He didn't want to put that burden on her, constantly being worried whether or not he was going to make it home or not. It wasn't fair to cause stress when he could just avoid it and keep his Spider-Man life private.

Sipping on his coffee, Tony sternly spoke. "If we're going to be working together, we've got to be honest with one another."

Again Peter didn't respond, he just didn't know how.

"What was so damn important in that brain of yours that made you forget about your life for one split second?"

Peter toyed with his hands, shrugging his shoulders, getting frustrated with himself. "I don't know, Mr. Stark. I just, I spaced. I know this is important and that I should always stay focused but, I just, I-"

"-Peter, listen to me, and you listen good. I see potential in you, please for the love of god don't make me regret my decision."

Peter frowned, looking down in his lap, he toyed with his fingers again. "I'm seeing this girl, [Y/N], Mr. Stark. I have been for awhile now and I kept it a secret because I don't know, I want to keep my personal life for just me. And I don't want to drag her into this life because well, she doesn't need to be apart of it." Looking up at Tony, Peter sighed. "I'm still a kid and I want to do kid things like go to school, see her in the hall and think to myself, 'wow, she's so beautiful,' and then meet up with her at the lockers and talk about how her day has been going. Go on dates, have awkward moments on those said dates, struggle to find the words to say when I find out that I love her." Peter ran both hands through his hair, "Tonight was the fourth night in a row that I've cancelled on her and I'm just afraid that she'll leave me and I don't want that because when I'm with her, I feel good. I feel great, actually. I feel normal, I feel like just a normal kid and it's an escape from this double life I'm living-which don't get me wrong, Mr. Stark, this life is nice too because I feel like I'm making a difference in this world but sometimes I just need a getaway and [Y/N] is my getaway. Wait...what are you doing?"