✔️ Tom Holland Imagines

Helping Hand P2

Summary: Who knew that being saved by spiderman would start a blossoming friendship... or maybe something more?

Requested: No

Word Count: 2.4k+

Warning(s)?: Swearing, violence

edited 21/12/19

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Helping Hand

Once you let 'Bug Boy' inside your room you began to make your way over to your en-suite. You walked over to the sink and bent down, opening the cupboards to grab your first aid kid which you have learnt to keep fully stocked for future 'encounters' with Bug Boy.

''So what happened this time?'' You asked as you walked back into the room, the first aid kid in your hands. It was kinda weird that over these past few months you've kind of became he's nurse. Every time he got injured he seemed to come to you, needing some patching up.

At first he kept apologizing, saying he was sorry to keep coming to your apartment when he got injured but you always stopped him. You wanted to help him, in any sort of way you can... I mean.. that's what friends did for each other right?

Were you guys friends?

''Just the usual- *grunt* someone trying to rob a bank'' he says then grunts again. You quickly walked downstairs into your kitchen to grab some ice, making sure to be quiet during your trip seeing your parents were asleep.

You walked back into the room and locked the door to save yourself from any misunderstandings if your parents did happen to decide to come into your room.

You shake your head, just noticing the very visible scratch like marks that ripped through his suit, blooding seeping through slowly. You still wondered how the hell he hasn't wound up dead or at least in hospital. You weren't an actual nurse so if he broke something there was really nothing you could do.

You began to attend to his wounds, first starting with cleaning most of the blood off of his suit.

It wasn't awkward when there was a silence, kind of peaceful actually apart from the grunt here and there from 'Bug Boy'.

You use to wonder who he was but stopped asking after a while. He didn't want to tell you and that was fair enough. He said it was too dangerous if someone knew who he really was and you could kind of understand, after all your dad was a cop. You knew what it was like walking around with a target on your back.

After cleaning the blood you noticed there were more wounds underneath.

''Okay, Bug Buy, you need to take off your suit'' You remember the first time you asked this, you were nervous, you thought he would of objected and shooed you away thinking you were weird but instead he obliged. You tried not to stare as he took of his suit, leaving his pants on and his mask.

He took of his suit like you had asked. Well more like demanded but okay.

Again you found it hard not to stare. For the past three weeks your stomach started doing this weird thing every time you saw him. It was weird, you didn't even know the guy for crying out loud but then again you did...

The process for cleaning him up could take hours which gave you guys a chance to get to know each other. And that's exactly what happened.

He would talk about his non 'hero' life, leaving out his name of course, and talked about things he loved to do.