Peter Parker/Tom Holland Imagines {REQUESTS CLOSED}

Sick - PP

Your foot tapped impatiently, waiting for the fifth period bell to ring. Finally, it cut your ageing teacher off, and then the sound of two dozen teenagers scurrying to get their books into their bags drowned out any other noise. You practically ran into the hallway, skidding a bit, then turning right, headed straight towards Peter Parker's locker.

He was standing there, looking for something buried deep within. You placed your hands on his shoulders, leaning down to his ear. "Hello."

Peter turned around quickly, his nose a little red and puffy, but still the same old boy. "Y/n! Oh I missed you so much!" He enveloped you into a hug lifting you from the ground, and you noticed how nasally his voice was. He set you down, and you poked him on the nose.

"Ha, are you alright?" You asked him, as the two of you walked into the cafeteria.

"What do you mean?" His voice came out, sounding a bit like a tuba.      

"I mean you-" Peter's sneeze marred your sentence. "I mean your nose seems to have doubled in size, your voice- well, you sound like a frog croaking, and you're sneezing," you motioned towards him, sitting down at the table. "You never sneeze."

"I don't know it's... I don't know."

"Okay fine," you shrugged dismissively, getting your lunch out. "How was the mission?" You lowered your voice slightly.

"Fine, easy enough. Hella cold though," he shivered, before sneezing three times in quick succession.

"Pete you're sick."

"I'm not sick."

"You have a cold."

"Spider-Man does not get colds." Peter muttered, digging into his lunch.

"Alright, fine. But maybe- just maybe, whatever super healing powers you have don't apply to the common cold?"

"Nope, not possible."

Rolling your eyes, you nodded to Ned. "Hey Ned."

"Hey. What's up with you guys?" He asked, sitting across from you and Peter.

"Nothing, Pete's being stubborn as usual," you groaned, slinging an arm around your boyfriend's shoulder.

"I'm not being stubborn!" He sniffled, and Ned laughed a bit.

"Fine, fine, fine," you sighed, leaning your head away. "I don't trust you to not spread your germs though."

Peter barked a laugh, but it quickly turned into a full on cough, and you pat his back, trying not to giggle.

You were working on your homework, when your heard your window open, and Peter, dressed as Spider-Man crashed on the floor.

Gasping, you hopped off the bed, kneeling to his side.

"Hey," you said softly. "What's wrong? Are you hurt?"

He pulled his mask off, revealing his red face. "I'm thick Y/n," He complained with a large lisp.

"What happened to Spider-Man doesn't get sick?" You laughed, ruffling his hair.

"Oh shut up and help me."

"Alright, let's get this off." You pressed the little spider emblem, and tore off the suit. Grabbing a spare pair of sweats and a hoodie, you helped him into it. "C'mon. My parents won't be home for a few hours. I'll get you some medicine, and we'll watch a nice movie, 'kay?"

"Thank you. I love you," he moaned, leaning heavily on your shoulder as you led him to the sofa. Fetching the cold and flu medicine, you gave him the recommended dosage, and turned on Mission Impossible Ghost Protocol.

"Y'know, I think this is just you... paying your dues... Y'know?"

"Paying my dues?" Peter mumbled with confusion.

"Yeah. Like... you could get stabbed and literally be fine. It's only fair that you have to suffer through the common cold just like the rest of us."

"I'd really rather not though... but it is good to know that you understand that I'm susceptible to injuries." Peter gently played with the strands of your hair, not daring to look you in the eyes, while you searched for his.

"Peter..."

"No. I mean... I'm not gonna come back one day. Y-you know that right?" His voice was quiet, and low, trying to hide the pain that came with his words.

"Peter you will always come back."

"Y/n, that's not true and you and I both know it. Just... I need to know that you're gonna be okay."

"Okay... how could I be okay? Pete, you're the only person I'll ever love, I mean, I have to have faith that you'll always return to me."

"But Y/n that's the point. I don't know if I will always return to you. And it's my job to make sure that if I ever... don't, that you'll be fine, a-and move on."

"Well I think we're just gonna have to agree to disagree on that one."

"Y/n-"

"No." You cut him off, looking him head on. "You are not going to force me into believing that every night you might not return. Otherwise I don't know how I would even fiction. I'd live in a constant state of anxiety and worry. That's not what you want, is it?" You asked him softly.

"No," he whispered, pecking your hand. You leaned in to give him a kiss, but he stopped you. "Babe the germs."

"I don't even care Parker."

Haha rip for you germaphobes😂