Avengers x reader imagines

Clingy

Here's ya Holland Boy!!

Let's get one thing straight.

Tom Holland was adorable, yes.

But he's also an adult.

That said, the a few of the future events may confuse you.

He is considered an adult because of his birth certificate.

However, when he's around his friends, he'd be considered around toddler age.

Only because he can be so gosh darned clingy.

Now, clingy isn't bad, it's just....he's so much to handle

Not too much, just so much.

But he's not exactly clingy to me. He's very respectful, which is nice. Except I rarely get to see him. That's because he's so famous.

Now being famous, kidnapping him is ill advised.

Does that mean I didn't do it?

No.

I sure as hell went and kidnapped him. And he called me clingy for it.

"Thomas, I'm not clingy. Let's get that straight, I'm not clingy, you're the clingy one."

He rolled his eyes exceptionally hard. "Whatever you say."

"I say I'm not nearly as clingy as you are to Z and Harrison," I flopped onto the couch next to him.

He smiled down at me. "I'm sure I'm clingy to you too."

"Bull, you hardly ever visit me when you come to America, hence the kidnapping!"

"Oh that's what this is?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. "A kidnapping? Is that why we're in your basement?"

"Yes, that way when my friends come over I can say I'm not letting anyone in my basement. For sneaky reasons."

"I'm sneaky?"

"What? That makes no-yes, yes you are. You are very sneaky."

He smiled triumphantly. "So, what's your plan? We're here in your basement on your couch, why don't you let me take you somewhere?"

"Because your American driving skills suck."

"They're better than yours," he shrugged.

"Hey! They are not!" I shoved him, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him.

"You're cute, you know," he said, face inches from mine.

I gulped. "Am-am I?"

"Very."

I nodded. "I'm not cuter then you though, right?" I laughed a very fake laugh.

"No, you're not cuter then me. I win!"

I sighed.

His face was still inches from mine.

"I want ice cream," he decided.

I stared at him in shock. "Aren't you 21 not 5?"

"Wrong, darling, I'm 22."

"Whatever."

"Can we go get ice cream?" He asked with puppy eyes and a small pout.

Of course I gave in.

"So..mint is your favorite?" I asked out of boredom.