Tom Holland/Peter Parker imagines

The Sun (P.P)

Oh my gosh... How long have I not updated??? I have literally posted ONE imagine and I've already went MIA. Wow, I'm great...I'm really sorry that I never updated. Soooo this imagine is really long🤗 (p.s I'll tell you when to listen to the song...)

Peter Parker. Wow, I don't know what to say about this boy. He's the sun. He's the actual sun. He lights up everyone's day with his smile, and he brings butterflies to my stomach with his laugh. He shines bright everyday, but today is different.
     Peter walks into school with his backpack thrown over one shoulder. I stand at my locker with Ned, waiting for Peter's usual greeting with a smile on my face, but it never comes. Peter never came to my red locker, never greeted us with a, "Hey Y/N! Hey Ned!" Nothing.

My heart hurts as I watch as my best friend walks past me with his head down and grey jacket hood up. He walks right into English class without a simple, "Hi." My face turns into a frown, and I look over at Ned.
"What's up with Peter?" I ask him.
"Probably just tired." Ned shrugs. I take a deep sigh, and I wave goodbye to Ned before I'm late to class, since the hall is almost empty now, the bell about to ring. "Bye Ned. See you at lunch." He waves back and I turn around to go to Spanish class, where, of course, I have a quiz.

Skip to lunch

I wait in line for my disgusting lunch food that I'm probably not even going to eat. When I get my food I walk over to Ned and Peter who are sitting at our usual lunch table. When Peter sees me he immediately puts his head in his arms, and I don't even get to see his face.
When I sit down next to Ned, I mouth the words, "What's going on?" Ned just shrugs it off again, but I'm not taking that as an answer anymore. I finally confront Peter.
"Peter, what is going on with you? You've been ignoring me every time you see me." I ask Peter, worry lacing my voice. Instead of answering me Peter lifts his head so I can finally see his face, but when I see it, I gasp slightly. He has purple surrounding his left eye, and cuts all over his face. Peter's eyes are so sad, I can see it. I can see that he didn't mean to hurt my feelings.
"Oh my gosh, Peter! What happened?" Tears well up in my eyes at the sight of my best friend hurt, but that sadness soon turns into anger. Who did this to him? Whoever did, they better watch out.
" I- um..I- I, got... Um-" the bell cuts off Peter from telling what the hell happened to him. Before I can say anything to him, Peter gets up and rushes to Spanish with his hood still up and head down.
End of the day
I don't even bother waiting for Peter at the back doors like I usually do. I just start walking home. My trek home is about three miles, but when Peter walks with me it only seems like a half a mile. We usually talk about how we are gonna convince the college that we both go to when we're older to let us be roommates, or we talk about how we possibly got a good score on a test when we never studied for it. But now (Listen to the song now😝) I'm walking with my headphones in, listening to "Bruises" by Lewis Capaldi, which is, honestly, one of the saddest songs I've ever listened to. It doesn't relate to anything in my life right now, but is still a heartbreaking song.
Tears start to fall down my cheeks; 1. Because of the song. 2. Because of Peter. The boy who is always the sun. The boy who makes my life worth living. But now who is the boy who broke my heart. The boy who now has a black eye and is keeping a secret about what happened. The boy who was the sun, but is now like the dark, grey clouds looming above my head.

As soon as I turn a corner, I feel a drop of rain land right on the top of my nose. Crap. I start walking slightly faster home, still having 2 and a half miles to go.
Soon it's down pouring, and I'm still walking home. I still have a mile left. I didn't bring a jacket, and I'm wearing only jeans and a t shirt, that are now sticking to my body. I'm glad my shirt's black and not white, or else you could definitely see through it.

I look up from the ground to see a red and blue figure swinging from building to building. I slightly smile to myself, knowing that he's saving someone somewhere, but he should've been here...
While I'm walking I can see out of the corner of my eye, someone walking behind me. I walk slightly faster than I already am, but the man picks up speed with me. Soon, I'm basically running, water splashing under my feet. The man soon catches up to me and puts a hand over my mouth from behind to keep me from screaming. His other arm is wrapped around my torso to keep me from running away. I try to stomp his feet, but it doesn't phase him, seeing that he has on heavy duty, black combat boots. The man drags me to the road where a black van is parked and he throws me in the back. The last thing I see is my own reflection on the side of the van.

I finally open my eyes groggily, my eyelids feeling like a hundred pounds. I open them to see the van I was thrown into, but now I'm outside of it. I try to move my arm to try and wipe the tiredness from my eyes, but I can't. I look down at my arms to see them tied up by rope to a concrete pillar. Great.
Just great. I decide to see if anyone is here.
"Hello?! Hello?! Where am I?!" I then see a man walking towards me, my vision still sort of blurred from the tiredness.
As soon as the man gets close enough, my vision comes into focus. His face is sort of wrinkled and he has grayish-white hair.
"Hello, gorgeous," The man says with a sinister smile on his face. "Now, you're probably wondering where and why you're here." The man doesn't even give me time to answer.
"Well, here's the thing. I know that your best friend is Peter Parker, and Peter Parker is very valuable to me at this moment, so I need you to tell me where he is! Got it?!" My heart rate quickens at the thought of this man getting Peter, but I'm kind of confused. Why would he want to get Peter?
"W-why do you-you need Peter?" I stutter to the man who crouches in front of me with the same evil smile.
"Oh, he hasn't told you? I cannot believe this. Well, I kind of CAN believe this because he probably didn't tell you because he is afraid THIS would happen. Your best friend, Peter Parker, is spiderman." My stomach drops to my feet.
"What? No. No- no Peter cannot be spiderman! And why would I ever trust you? You freaking kidnapped me!"
"Well, princess," I wince at the nickname the horrible man gave me. ", I don't care whether you believe me or not, I just need you to tell me where he is!" The man's eyes swim with evil, and I say nothing. I will never tell him where Peter is, even if my life depended on it! Which it probably does...
The man responds to the silence by raising his fist in the air. He punches me straight in the face, knocking the wind out of me. I wince in pain as he raises his fist again, but punches me in the stomach this time. Tears roll down my cheeks, and the man asks me the question again. "Where is Peter Parker?!" Another round of silence fills the air, and the man raises his fist once more, and he punches me repeatedly until a white substance is flung at his hand, sticking it to the concrete floor. I look up wearily to see Spiderman standing in the middle of the room. "I'm right here, Vulture!" The man who I guess is named Vulture smiles evilly at spiderman. It really is Peter. My best friend is spiderman. This thought and the blood loss make my entire vision turn hazy, and soon everything goes black.

I wake up in a familiar surrounding. Thank God. I open my eyes to see Peter with his Spiderman mask off, sitting on the side of his bed, which I'm laying on. His face is covered with even more cuts and bruises, and tears are flowing down his cheeks. I try to say his name to get his attention, but even a syllable is hard to get out.
"P.... Pe.. Pp-" Peter's head snaps up from the ground, and he looks at me with the most worried look I've ever seen. He says to me, "Hey, hey, I'm here. I'm here, it's okay. It's okay." I look deep into his puppy dog brown eyes, and I can see hurt. Hurt and worry and so much more. I can't even describe it.
I try to sit up from my laying position on his bed, but I soon give up from the pain in my abdomen. I wince in pain.
"Yeah don't try to sit up. Just lay back down. It's okay, Y/N. Just lay back down." Peter puts a strong hand on my shoulder to help me lay back down. It's callused and bruised heavily, with many blisters. Tears fall down my face without me noticing, and Peter looks at me with sympathy.
"Hey, I'll stay here until you fall asleep, okay. Just close your eyes. I'm right here." I nod my head slightly, and I close my eyes. When my eyelids shut, all I see is the man. The Vulture. My eyes shoot open, and I ask Peter, "P..Ppete.. Cca-can you... Stta-stay up hh-here wii-w..with me?" I stutter out the words, the effort burning my throat. Peter immediately answers, "Yeah-yeah, of course." He moves from his sitting position to laying next to me. I immediately lay my head on his chest, and he wearily wraps his arm around my waist, not wanting to hurt me.
"Goodnight Peter." I slightly smile to myself. "Goodnight Y/N."