Tom Holland Imagines

Shouldn't Have Dodged

Having my best friend be Spider-Man was pretty awesome, not going to lie, but it was also really terrifying. For example, whenever I saw Spider-Man on the news chasing the bad guy or stopping a bank robbery, all I could see is my Peter Parker laying unconscious on the pavement in some alley, surrounded by a puddle of blood.

That is exactly what I was doing now; watching the news as Spider-Man was trying to intervene in a hostage situation. "Please be careful, dumbass." I said biting my fingernails.

I jumped when my phone started ringing. Before I could even say hello I was interrupted with laughter. "I know you are watching the news. You know that happened last night, right?"

"I know you meant for that to help Peter, but it did the exact opposite." I said closing my eyes, trying to slow my breathing.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" I couldn't form words. I heard him sigh. "Oh shit. Y/N, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to go into an anxiety attack. And because of me. Listen, I'm fine. I wasn't even hurt yesterday. Right now, I am talking to you on the phone as I sit on a building. I am perfectly safe." Little did I know, he was actually on the apartment building across the street from mine, watching me pace around my room.

"I don't like this, Peter. I know you love being Spider-Man but it scares me. What if something happens to you? What if you get hurt? Or worse? Peter, what if you. . . What if you die? What would I do? I can't lose you, Peter. I just can't."

"Y/N." He said my name so softly I barely heard it. "You aren't going to lose me. I promise."

"How can you promise that? There have been times where you've come to my apartment at night so beaten up, you can barely stand. How can you promise that everything is going to be okay? You almost died a couple of weeks ago fighting Liz's dad! What happens if you can't beat the next guy you face? Then what? What if you are so hurt, I can't help you and you die on my bed because I wasn't good enough? What if you die because I can't save you?"

"Come to the fire escape."

"What?"

"Y/N, come out to the fire escape." I turned around to see Peter on my fire escape. He was in his suit with his mask in his hand.

I tossed my phone onto my bed and ran out onto the fire escape. The minute I was outside, I wrapped my arms tightly around Peter's neck, burying my head in the crook of his neck. I started to silently sob as he ran his fingers through my hair.

"It's okay, Y/N. I'm sorry. I know me doing this scares you, but it's something I have to do."

"Why?" My voice broke as I pulled away. "Why do you have to do it, Peter? It's dangerous." He sighed before tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

"Because when you are someone who can do what I can, and you don't, and something bad happens, it happens because of you. Because of me. I don't do this for my benefit or so Mr. Stark will make me an Avenger. I don't even do this for the people in trouble or for the city." He paused, reaching up, putting his left hand on my cheek and rubbing his thumb across my cheek as he continued. "I do it for you, Y/N. I do it to make my best friend proud of me. I do it to make this city safer for you."

"Then if you get hurt, it would be because of me." I said, my voice shaking.

He shook his head. "No, Y/N. When I save someone, it's because of you."

Suddenly I felt his lips softly press against my own. I instantly started to kiss him back. I ran my hands through his hair making him moan. I was the first to pull away.

"Peter," I said his name, breathlessly. He opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by sirens.

"I should probably go," he whispered as he pressed his forehead to mine.