tom holland // peter parker imagines.

rooftops // pp

You were always afraid. Not just of heights, not just of embarrassments. You were afraid of most things, including heights and being embarrassed. Your best friend, Peter Parker, was the exactly opposite. He was awkward and shy, but he was the most daring person you had ever met. He wasn't afraid of heights, he wasn't afraid of falling, and he could kill any bug around your two bedroom apartment that you lived in with your parents. But, no matter. Even with your differences, it didn't stop you and Pater from being best friends. In fact, it brought you closer. He was your protector.

As you lay in your creaky twin bed, you couldn't sleep a wink. Everything was on your mind all at once, and you couldn't seem to declutter your thoughts long enough to sleep. You left your window open earlier that night, because you knew it would be particularly hot that night. You were right to do so, because every time you tried to cover yourself back up, you would instantly feel sweaty. You sprawled yourself out on your bed and flipped onto your front, letting your leg dangle off the edge of your bed.

You closed your eyes as a final attempt to get some sleep. You heard a creak come from behind you, but you just assumed it was your bed and kept your eyes closed. A few moments passed. You started hearing more creaks coming from your ceiling, and they were getting closer to where you were laying. You picked your leg up and pulled a blanket over your head.

You knew it was a stupid mechanism to keep whatever you thought was in your room away from you, but you didn't know what else to do. You heard another creak right in front of you. Your heart rate increased greatly, and your breathing became labored.

A few moments passed before you heard a small voice say, "Y/N?"

You didn't move a muscle. How could it possibly know your name?

"It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you,"

You stayed under the covers. You didn't care that it wasn't going to hurt you, you wanted it out of your room.

What felt like a hand was laid on your side, slightly shaking you.

"Are you awake?"

Now you recognized the voice. Peter?

You still didn't say anything. You slowly lowered the blanket from your face, his hand still on your waist. Your eyes widened once you saw what was touching you. It was Spiderman. You gasped, but it was cut off by his other hand covering your mouth.

"Don't scream!" He whispered. You were immediately overcome with confusion. Was this Peter? Was it some type of extraterrestrial being who stole his voice? Either way, you knew it was Peter's voice.

"You're gonna be okay," He continued. Now you knew it was Peter. You still didn't say anything about it, though. You removed his hand from your mouth.

"What are you doing in my room?" You asked, propping yourself up on one elbow.

"What are you doing with your window wide open at this time of night? Anyone could sneak in!" He gestured towards the open window behind you.

"I guess it's already happened, so no going back now," You replied playfully. He sighed.

"Anyways, I'm not here to lecture you about your window being open," He stood up.

"Then what are you here for? To lecture me about how I shouldn't sneak into people's bedrooms at night?" You couldn't see if he rolled his eyes, due to the goggles build into the suit, but, being Peter, you assumed that's what he did.

"No," He began again. "I'm here to help you overcome some of your fears..a friend of mine told me that you have an unhealthy amount of fear,"