Peter Parker/ Tom Holland Imagines/Oneshots

Peter?! (Part 2)// P.P

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I nodded, smiling, and made my way to his room.

As I got closer and closer to his room I became more nervous. What did he look like? The last time I saw him he was covered in blood. Was he more injured than I thought?  

I knocked on his door, hearing a weak 'Come in' as response. 

I slowly opened the door and saw Peter lying down on the bed, his bruises visible on his pale skin. 

'Hey...' I said softly, sitting on the edge of his bed.

'Hey...' he replied, his voice hoarse. 

'How are you feeling?' I asked concerned.

'Sore, very sore. It hurt... a lot...' he forced a laugh. 

Tears welled in my eyes, remembering the events of the night before. 

'D-Don't cry Y/N. P-Please don't cry. I-I'm okay, r-really... I am' he stuttered, his voice breaking. He hated seeing you cry. He held out his hand to you and rubbed his thumb on the back of your hand. 'I'm okay...' he said, giving you a soft smile.

Tears fell down your face, and you slowly took your hand away from Peter's. He looked hurt.

You covered your face with your hands and let yourself sob. 

'Y-You c-could have died Peter...' you managed to say.

Peter tried to sit up to comfort you, but couldn't muster the strength. You saw him try to sit up.

'Peter! What are you doing?!' 

After multiple trials he admitted defeat, 'I-I don't like seeing you cry Y/N...'

'And I don't like seeing you injured...' you said forcing a smile, and wiping away your tears. 

'I know and I'm sorry... I really am, I don't want you to worry about me I-'

'Why didn't you tell me?' you interrupted.

Peter gave you a confused look, 'Tell you what?'

You slowly took his torn Spiderman mask out of your pocket. It was stained with dry blood. 

You placed it on Peter's lap, and repeated your question, 'Why didn't you tell me?' you said with tears welling in your eyes. 

'How did you get that?' Peter asked with a tone of defence. 

'What do you mean? Do you remember anything from last night?'

Peter looked down, 'No' he mumbled, 'I thought Tony found me and brought me here, then called you' he continued, still looking down and fidgeting with his hands. He looked up to you, 'I'm sorry Y/N, I wanted to tell you. I really did... I just didn't want to put you in danger, or for you to worry...' 

You gave him a gentle smile. 'Do you want to know what really happened last night?' you asked him softly. 

'Yes please.' he whispered back.

As you explained what happened tears welled in your eyes, remembering how critical he was. Tears fell down Peter's face, imagining how much he put you through. 

When you finished there was silence between the both of you.

'Y/N I-I'm so sorry. I'm s-so so sorry. W-What I put you through...' 

'It's okay Peter.'

But he knew it wasn't. He tilted his head back, trying to hold in more tears but failed. Tears streamed freely down his face. 

'I'm so sorry...' he said through his tears.

You moved closer to him and lifted his head up gently to face you.

'It's okay Peter, you're okay now' you carefully wiped away a tear, brushing over one of his bruises. 'It's okay...' you whispered giving him a hug, careful of his wound on his side.

You could feel him crying on your shoulder. 

'What did I do to deserve you?' you heard him say, although his voice was mumbled.

'You are always there for me, this time I was there for you...' 

You could feel him smile.

Then he abruptly sat up and before you knew it his lips were against yours.

It was a short kiss. It was sweet and gentle. Your face blushed red.

'I love you...' he whispered.

'I love you too...'

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