Tom Holland/Peter Parker Imagines

Royale (Part 2)- Peter Parker

Tony had walked into the room at one point, briefly making eye contact with you before backing down the hallway. Friday must have informed him of what was going on... you'd have to thank her later.

"Does it still hurt?" Peter repeats his question from earlier, as his free hand hovers over the scarred area on your torso, and you shake your head against him, your body finally beginning to calm down as you warmed up "What can I do y/n... What can I do to make you feel safe again?"
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Tony had shown up in the alley first, the heavy metal sound of his suit as it landed a few feet away from you causing you to flinch away in response "You alright kid? I got an alert from your sensor and..." You shook your head as his suit quickly folded into the reactor on his chest, and his eyes widened when you motioned to your hand against your side.

"Don't think so..." You grimaced as he lifted the edge of your shirt up, his lips in a tight line "It's bad right? I can tell... I can tell... by your eyes." Your strength was fading in and out, and you didn't notice Stark pulling something out of his pocket until you felt the searing pain on your side.

"You're alright..." You screamed as he continued to spread the thick blue substance over the wound. You didn't remember much of what happened next, because the shock finally set in, and your body fell limp in Tony's arms as he carefully picked you up off the ground...
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You sit up, tucking your hair behind your ears, pulling the blanket closer to yourself "I don't have an answer to that last question... not right now."

"And the first?" He rubbed his eyes, the dark circles underneath more than telling of the day he'd had before coming home to find you... so broken. Peter leaned back, removing his hand from behind you and resting it behind his head. He glances over you, at the reflection of the fire as it dances in your eyes "Y/n/n?"

You just shrug, your cheeks flushing when his hand sneaks under the blanket and to the top of your thigh. Your relationship before the incident had been so solid, so intimately charged, but now... you could barely stand to look at him. You hated that your mind blamed him for what had happened...

"Look, I know you're scared. And I'm trying so damn hard to fix that..." You bite your lip as he makes eye contact with you, giving him a nod of agreement that causes him to sigh in relief "You gotta let me back in doll."

"I'm trying Peter... I just... if we weren't together would this have even happened?" You sit yourself up on the couch, leaning forward and resting your head in your trembling hands.

"I didn't think it would happen y/n but..." His voice cracks, and he turns away from your gaze when you lift yourself up to try and look at him "But I fucking promise. I promise I will protect you with everything I have." Peter whispers, both of his hands grabbing the sides of your face as he gently turns you towards him. He has tears streaming down his cheeks, and his face is flushed as he pulls you closer "I... I promise." He leans his forehead against yours, his shaky breath mingling with yours "I love you..."

You boldly, softly press your lips to his, cutting him off, and Peter's fingers quickly move to the back of your head, entangling in your still damp hair and lightly tugging on the ends. You can't help the soft whimper that escapes your parted and swollen lips when he eventually pulls away, leaving you breathless, wanting more... but you both know that things need to go slow, that trust needs to be rebuilt, and you lay back on the couch, pulling Peter against your chest.

He mumbles incoherently against you, your fingers softly toying with his hair, and you wait until he's fast asleep before allowing yourself to do the same...
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*part 3?*