Tom Holland & Peter Parker Imagines

Bullet Wounds | P.P

Summary: You get shot on a mission and try to hide it from Peter.

Words: 700

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"We did it, Y/N! We won"

Peter pulled off his mask and pulled you in for a tight hug, his arms wrapping firmly around your waist and you had to bite your lip to prevent the small whimper that wanted to escape and wrapped your arms around his waist to stop your legs from crumbling beneath you, all from the pain his body colliding into yours caused.

Your outstretched arms seemed to make it worse but you wanted to stay there for a little longer, enjoying the warmth he bought you.

It was only a graze, just a graze. The bullet had merely made contact with your skin before being diverted by Steve or maybe even Tony, possibly even Hulk.

"W-we did! We did it, Pete" he smiled widely, pulling away. His face only fell when he noticed the unshed tears in your lips, the blood-forming on your bottom lips and oh wow, your cheeks were flushed bright red, bright, fire truck red.

"Are you okay?" The whirling of the jets started and you gripped Peters arms, flicking him a crooked smile.

"I'm good, yeah, I'm fine" You lied straight through your teeth, making sure that your arm now covered the wound beneath your catsuit. "Go back to the jet, I need to do something and I'll be there in a moment"

"Are you sure? You look pale and-"

"I'm fine, was a tough mission is all. I'll be there in a few" He nodded, still unsure before turning away and running back to the jet where the rest of the team had been waiting.

When he was out of sight, you turned around, placing a hand over the gash and with shaky fingers, pulled away. Red, crimson, bloody red stained your fingertips and you had to refrain yourself from passing out when you noticed the blood spreading faster and faster until the abdomen area of your suit became sticky.

You'd become almost numb, maybe out of shock or maybe just because your pain tolerance was immensely high but you knew that if you weren't a superhuman you would've been writhing around on the ashy floor by now, gripping the fallen rocks for support but you weren't a normal human.

"It's just a bullet wound, you're not-, not going to die" Your breath got caught in the back of your throat as you spoke. The world spun, munted cars whirling around even when your vision became blurred. It was then that you also noticed that god the area stunk, or gore and death and whatever else was strong enough to leave a city reacking.

This was meant to be an easy mission, nothing too big yet nothing exactly small so how on Earth had you let that bullet slip you gaze? Better yet, a poisonous bullet. You could already feel the poison spreading, sinking into your veins. You saw death every day with your own two eyes but now it was you, it was you that was sinking to your knees, gripping your throat to allow even the smallest amount of oxygen pass through.

"Peter" You tried to call out his name, but it came out as a mere whisper. Your throat had gone dry, too dry in the span of thirty seconds and you lifted- or tried to lift your foot to move, to walk to them but you couldn't. You were stuck bleeding out, heavy hallucinations as the bullet lodged its way into your abdomen, spreading its poison.

This was the last thing you wanted him to see, but you needed him to hold your hand, to tell you that it was okay even if it wasn't going to be okay because you were clearly fucking dying.

Unknown to you, Peter was sitting on the edge of the quinjet, legs hanging off of the side as they dangled back and forth repeatedly.

"Hey kid, where's Y/N? We're about ready to take off." Tony, his mentor.

"She needed a moment, she'll be here in a few. Can we just-, Can we just give her a few more minutes?"

"Sure thing" he took a seat next to Peter, the iron man suit probably discarded in the weapons vault section of the jet. "So, anything happened with the two of you?"

Peter blushed, his cheeks flushing an innocent shade of pink as he tangled his clammy fingers together. "Yeah I uhh, I asked her out on a date this morning. She said yes"