Tom Holland Imagines

Peter Parker ; Peter?

I walked around the corner of Fifth Avenue for the third time that night. I was just about to round back to the escape latter of my apartment building, this day really kicked my ass. I stopped three robberies just this morning, was late to Science and English which resulted in me getting detention, and still had to stop a shooter downtown at a bakery. To say I was excited to get back into my bed for the night was an absolute understatement.

I was on the second floor when my Spidey senses went off the chart. I pivoted left and right in search of anything close to me that was happening. I didn't see anything within distance, so I lifted my arm and flung my web to the streetlight on the right of me and carried myself to the top, continuing until I was on the rooftop of the apartment building.

"Where the hell-?"

"Help, please someone help-!"

The scream abruptly stopped, my anxiety grew more as my eyes darted everywhere. I silently cursed myself for being preoccupied with my thoughts instead of actually looking. I took a deep breath before concentrating on my senses. It took a couple of seconds but I was able to pick up on the heavy breathing and the hushed voices – the most prominent voice was deeper, most likely a man in his late thirties.

I jumped onto three different building tops before settling on one below where a man had a girl pinned against a brick wall. She looked small from here, maybe a couple years younger than me. I almost missed the guy lifting the back of his hand in attempt to slap her, but before he can my web is already springing toward him and gripping his arm. I pull my arm, bringing him with me. Jumping from the roof down to the ground I bring both of my wrists up, pinning him against a garbage bin before turning toward the younger girl. While seeing her I see she is definitely my age.

"Spider-Man?"

Her eyes were wide, making them impossibly more beautiful. Just looking at her brings a heat to my cheeks, but before I could look incredibly stupid in front of her I bow my head and mumble a small, "At your service."

I cringe inwardly at the response I give her, but her small laugh encourages me to grab her hand and pull her toward me. "Where to, Miss?"

"Don't you have to take care of him first?"

I turn my head back to the man knocked unconscious trapped in my web and laugh lightly. "He's not going anywhere. I'll call it in when I get home." She nodded, looking down and noticing how close we were. Her cheeks flare a little, almost making me melt at the sight of her innocence. "Speaking of home," at this she looks back up at me, a small smile on her face, "where would I find yours?" She laughed again, tilting her head to the left, the brick wall she was just pinned against a couple of minutes ago.

"Actually, this building is mine. I was almost home free, but, you know... bad luck and all that." She looked down in embarrassment, the color growing much brighter on her face.

"Hey," I dropped my voice to a whisper, my hand coming up to her chin, lifting it back toward me, "I know about bad luck. Everyone has bad days. As long as you're okay."

"Of course I am!" Her voice came out louder than intended, I'm sure, but her smile returned, almost twice as big as the one she had given me before. "I had my guardian angel, Spidey, with me." Her right eye dropped to a wink, making me thank whoever was above us for me wearing a mask right now. "Well," she leaned up to kiss my masked cheek, backing away from my embrace and walking toward the front door of her apartment building, "Thank again, Spider-Man."

She was already all the way inside the building, too far for her to hear me, when I brought my hand up to my burning cheek, "Anytime, Angel."

It's been three weeks since I saved (Y/N). I hadn't spoken to her since that night but I had seen her name on a piece of mail she had dropped on her way in. A Heavenly sound from a heavenly human. I had been watching her every night on her way home from work to make sure she would get home safe. I tried to convince myself that I was following her to make sure she was safe for the sake of being the superhero I am, but I knew my sorry ass only followed her because I enjoyed listening to her sing her top three favorite songs on her way home, I liked watching her sit on her favorite park bench as she interacted with the countless dogs that came up to her. I loved knowing the kind of books she'd read in the café after work while she ordered the same hot drink with a hint of vanilla.

As I watched her round her corner and was just about to open her door, my feet hit the floor and I cleared my throat, causing her to turn and face me.

"S-Spider-Man?" She looked around us, noticing we were alone. I caught the small smile on her face as she walked closer to me. "What are you doing here?"

"I, uh, I just wanted to see you again."

"Really?" Her smile grew and so did the color in her face, her gaze leaving mine and focusing on the floor instead.

"Yeah, I, uh, I've been watching over you, kind of, for the past three weeks. Crap! I mean, I just was making sure you got home safe. You walk alone at night and there's crazy people, you know? I mean, God, I sound crazy." I back away slightly, my face burning with embarrassment and my head shaking. Spider-Man was supposed to be confident, yet somehow around her my Peter was more prominent than ever.

Her laugh caused me to look back up at her. "You're cute. Thank you for watching over me."

It was quiet for awhile, us just smiling at each other.

"Well, I should get inside now."

I panicked slightly before my eyes fell onto the book she was holding and before I could stop myself I found myself asked, "Can I borrow your book?"

"My what?" She turned back around, her eyes as wide as mine.

"Um, I was just wondering. I've been wanting to read it and I, uh, was just asking. I'm sorry, never mind."

"Wait," her hand rested on my shoulder, causing me to force my arm back to my side and turn toward her again. "Here, but this means I need to see you again. I want my book back."

Her smile caused me to smile at her again.

"How about we meet at your café? Friday?"

"Are you asking me out, Spidey?"

"Well, I, uh... yes?"

"It's a date." She leaned up to kiss my cheek again, handing me the book in the process and then walking into her building after giving me another smile.

I walked into the café on Friday at 7, the time (Y/N) usually was here. I was nervous to go up to her without my Spider-Man suit on, but I wanted her to like Peter, not the mask. After grabbing my order off the counter, I walked up to her table. "(Y/N)?"

She looked up, her eyebrows pulled in as she looked at me in confusion. "Yes?"

"I brought your book back. It was a good read." I smiled at her, her gaze falling on the book for just a second before standing from her seat and looking at me, her sudden burst causing both of our eyes to widen. She looked around at the other people in the shop before leaning into me. "Spidey?"

I laughed a little before taking a seat across from hers. "Call me Peter."

She looked awestruck for a moment, just looking at me. Her eyes came up to my face, her soft hands gently caressing me. My cheeks burned a little more, thinking this might have been a mistake. I almost got up before she sat back in her seat, a wide smile on her face.

"Peter," she whispered, "I like that. It's nice to finally meet you."