Peter Parker/Tom Holland Imagines {REQUESTS CLOSED}

Wedding Day - PP

Word Count: 860
Description: it's supposed to be your wedding day, but Peter never returned from a mission.

You stared at the bright December sky. The ground was littered with a picturesque layer of snow, and sky was blue and cloudless. A perfect day for a wedding, you though, anxiously twisting the engagement ring around your finger.

Peter had been gone for twenty-five days. At first, you were annoyed with him, being gone for so long. But the annoyance quickly warped into nervousness. He had never been this long on a mission, it was unlike him. You hadn't heard from any other Avengers, nobody would tell you what was up. And as the days turned into weeks, you started to panic. Friends and family told you to start preparing for the worst, suggesting Peter was dead.

Slowly getting out of your bed, you stared down at the mess of sheets. Sometimes when Peter was there, you felt like there was hardly enough space for the two of you. Now all you longed for was Peter's warm body snuggling up against you.

You changed into jeans and a thick jumper, grabbing the keys to your car as you went out the door. Driving down the snowy Queens roads, you quickly made your way to the church a few blocks down. Walking in, you crossed yourself, going into one of the back pews. Kneeling, you prayed for the well being of your fiancé.

"Please. Return him to me. If I have ever done anything right in the world, please just give him back to me. I cannot face this world without Peter. I know that he's still out there, waiting to be rescued. Bring him back to me."

You were so involved in your prayer you didn't notice somebody sitting next to you.

"I thought I might find you here." Your best friend said, rubbing your back.

"I'm going to get married. Here. In this church, to Peter. Just like planned. It may take a little longer though," You sniffled, rubbing your eyes. F/n just gave you a sad smile.

You allowed F/n to take you home, and feed you some breakfast, despite being at a loss for an appetite. The two of you were on your sofa, when somebody knocked on the door.

F/n went to answer it, and you heard a gasp come from the foyer.

"Good news or bad news?... today isn't really the day," you could only hear one voice, so you walked in, to be face to face with the Black Widow.

"Nat... what're you doing here?" Your voice quaked, and Natasha led you to a chair.

"Honey... we got some news. The villain that Peter left to fight... well he's no longer on Earth. Our sources tell us he was seen around Xandar... so we've presumed Peter to be dead." Nat's voice was soft and soothing, "He's either with him, or died fighting but...but we have to get the proper death certificate."

"No. No he's not. He's not dead. He's hiding somewhere! What if he's in danger, you need to help him!" You screamed, feeling warm tears run down your face, vision compromised. "On our wedding day..." You whispered, clutching your heart.

"Your wedding day?" Nat repeated, looking up at F/n.

"I told you not today..."

"Y/n I'm so sorry, I completely forgot, I thought that the wedding was later-"

"I have to go." You said, trying to wipe your tears, standing up and exiting, leaving the Black Widow and your Maid of Honour alone in your house. You just drove. And drove and drove and drove. Not even thinking about anything else, just Peter. You finally stopped, and realised where you were. The park bench where you and Peter had your first kiss, as teenagers. Crying, you took a seat on the snowy wood, not carrying about getting wet.

You sat down on the bench, heaving. Laughing, Peter set down next to you.

"So. We're never going to that Starbucks again." He said, running a hand through his hair.

"How are you not tired? We just sprinted three blocks!" You panted, attempting to regain your strength.

"I don't know," Peter sighed, looking at your eyes.

You were dressed in a tight shirt, that hugged your waist, with dark blue jeans. Peter's hand moved from his thigh to your hip, so slowly that you eventually just had to grab it, and place it on top of your body. He leaned in, eyes fluttering shut, and you did the same, closing the gap between the two of you. His lips attached to yours, and you smiled into the kiss, your mouths moving in sync. Pulling back slowly, Peter grinned shyly at you.

"Can I kiss you again?" He asked, and you nodded, moving your lips to his once again.

"Peter," you sobbed, chest heaving up and down, tears freely streaming down your face at this point.

"Y/n?" A voice from behind you said, that you knew all too well.

"Peter?" You asked, turning around so you were looking right at the man you loved. "You're back?"

A/n okay I had some weird inspiration for that, and wrote it really quickly. Part two or should I just leave it here?

Also, 500 reads?! I'm so blessed! Thank you all for taking the time to read this, it really means a lot to me!