Peter Parker (Tom Holland) imagines

fights (part two)

I typed in my password and opened my door, revealing Peter Parker.

"Y/N, can we talk?"

I didn't say anything to him and began to shut the door, running away from the buildings entrance.

"Y/N! Wait!" He called out, signifying he got in before the door shut completely.

"Go away, Peter!" I yelled, causing everyone to look up from the couch, next to Nat.

"Y/N?" Nat asked.

"I don't want to talk about it," I said.

"Y/N," Peter said. I rolled my eyes, not wanting to talk to him.

"Leave me alone, Parker,"

"I'm not leaving until you talk to me,"

"Underoos, she clearly doesn't want to talk, why don't you leave her alone," Tony explained.

"Please, Tony, you have to let me talk to her-"

"What happened?" Nat asked.

"I messed up. I said something I shouldn't of had and I messed up, really, really fucking bad,"

Tony and everyone else stood up, walking away.

"You need to talk to him, Y/N," he said, walking away.

I huffed and turned around, facing Peter.

"I got us subs," he held up a white bag.

"You're favorite," he pulled out two white paper packages.

"Shouldn't you be on you're date with Liz?" I snapped.

"She stood me up," he said.

I let out a laugh. I knew it. If only he listened to me.

"But, it made realize I was in love with someone else," he said.

My heart sank to my stomach. I couldn't hear Peter talking about some other girl for months and months on end again.

I turned around, opening the cabinets to grab plates for some chips.

Peter put his hands on either side of me, trapping me between him.

I turned around, facing him.

"Y/N, talk to me," he whispered.

I couldn't look into his eyes. I knew I was going to break.

"Y/N, please," he said.

I looked up into his eyes and he looked sad.

"Listen, Y/N, I'm so, so, so sorry for what I said to you. I-I was being stupid, and I didn't mean any of it," he said.

"I wasn't thinking before I spoke and I'm so, so, sorry. I don't even know why I said it, I-"

Tears filled my eyes.

"You really, really hurt me, Pete," I sniffed.

"I-I didn't mean to hurt you, Y/N. I wasn't thinking," he cried.

"I know, Pete. But you still did," my voice cracked and I got out of his grip.

"Please, hear me out, Y/N. You were right. Liz stood me up. But it made me realize something,"