<Tom Holland Imagines>

I know~Peter Parker

Yesterday, I was saved by Spider-Man. Let me be more specific, Peter Parker. My best friend. He doesn't know that I know but I probably should tell him I do.

~flashback~

It was a cold Saturday night. My mom had asked me to go to the store to pick up a few things. I walked out with a grocery bag in my hand. That's when I saw them. Two people wearing black masks. I tried to run the other way but it was no use. They were fast.
I sprinted down an alley way. I was trapped.
"And where do you think you're going?" One man said as he cracked his knuckles. When I didn't respond, they charged at me. Pushed me to the floor and began repeatedly punching me. I could feel my forehead begin to bleed as my eye began to swell.

"HEY! Hasn't anyone ever told you to be nice?!" Someone shouted. There was a sudden flash of blue and red. I closed my eyes, scared of what would happen.
"Hey. Are you okay?" A soothing voice spoke. I opened my eyes and saw the one and only Spider-Man.
"Spider-Man?"
"That's my name." He said with a small chuckle at the end. "Why don't I take you home?"
"That would be wonderful." I stated. Somehow he knew where I lived. He didn't even bother to ask. When we got there, he brought me into my room and sat me down on my bed. He even knew where the bathroom was. He brought in my first aid fit and everything. As he helped me with injuries, I figured it out.
It was Peter Parker.

~End of flashback~

I sat in my bedroom watching tv. It was almost midnight. Honestly, I didn't mind. There was a sudden tap on my window. After getting up, I saw a familiar face. It was Spider-Man waving at me. After unlocking the window, he crawled inside.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"I just wanted to see how you were doing." He said. He was being extremely awkward so I knew it was Peter.
"Well. I scared my mom for sure but I know it'll all go away."
"That's great. Well, maybe I'll stop by again. See you later." He said starting to climb out the window. Before he could, I grabbed onto his wrist.
"I know."
"You know what?"
"I know Peter." The eyes on his suit went wide.
"B-but how?" He stuttered.
"First off, you knew exactly where my house is and only a few people do. Secondly, you knew where the first aid kit was in the bathroom. And third, your mannerisms are the same." He slowly took off his mask to reveal my best friend.
"I'm sorry I kept it a secret. I just didn't want anyone getting hurt. And you already did so-" I interrupted him by crashing my lips onto his.
When I pulled away, I saw him smiling.
"You saved my life Peter. Thank you." He began to blush.
"Well I better be off then. See for tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow." Then he left.
"I still can't believe that kid is Spider-Man." I said to myself.

I know it's crappy but just bare with me.