Duty Calls // mob! Tom Holland AU

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A/N: So this chapter is where we meet a character who might not seem important at first but becomes important, also this is mostly where the Tom Holland x reader part begins to get clearer. 

(Y/N) didn't get any calls for two days after she took care of Rich Moreno. (Y/N) suspected, that Tom was trying to clear up the aftermath, male sure that no one was out gunning for her. (Y/N) herself had been extra vigilant to make sure that none of Moreno's men came to her apartment to exact revenge for their boss. After two days Harrison himself came by and found himself standing in (Y/N)'s living room.

"Tom wants to see you." He said plainly.

"Okay." (Y/N) picked up her phone and walked towards the door.

Harrison stopped her before she reached it. "I mean-he wants to have dinner with you."

(Y/n) blushed, "Oh. uh-I will go change then."

Twenty minutes later, (Y/N) has showered put on makeup and a nice dress. Harrison smiled a little as he lead her out of the apartment and into the car. Twenty more minutes later found her standing otuside what was one of nicest restaurants in New York where Tom was standing dressed in a suit as always.

"Hi." (Y/N) smiled slightly.

"Hi." He replied, "Thought I would reward you for a good job. I saw the photos, nice and clean couldn't have done it better myself."

"Classic mobster, talking about murder before dinner. What if I have a bad gag reflex?" She laughed.

"Something about your past tells me that's not true but still, I will stop, if thats what you want." He lead her inside and the two of them were immdeitly seated at a table facing the window. Two appetizers and a few drinks later the two of them sat silently across from one another, taking in the view and the food. "So tell me about Russia."

"I thought you already know everything about me."

"Humor me." He said, "Tell me about Russia."

"It was cold, and the company was not nice to say the least. Those Russian mobsters a lot less hospitable, and a lot less grateful for a job well done I can tell you that. Also, the accents drove me crazy, I swear if I hear another person talk in a Russian accent I might scream."

"Hmm." Tom smiled at her.

"What?"

"Your beautiful when you talk. The way your mouth moves, its memorizing."

(Y/N) blushed again, for real. "Oh." It's working, be happy. "Thank you."

He grabbed her hand from across the table. "You've never heard that before?" He smiled an innocent smile and she almost melted. His eyes were sparkling beneath the lighting of the restaurant, "A beautiful girl like you?"

"It's kind of hard to get compliments when most of the men I interact with are killed soon after meeting me. Hard to make any sort of connection." She told him. He laughed, "If you don't mind me asking, why are we doing this? Honestly."

He reached across the table grabbed her hand again, "Honestly? I like you, Amalia, I feel like there's something between us, so why not explore it?"

Perfect. "I think your right." (Y/N) pulled Tom up from the table and lead him outside behind the restaurant.

They were within inches of eachother, standing in complete darkness save for the light streaming in from the restaurant feet away. "Why did you bring me out here?" Tom smiled his mouth curling at the edges slightly. He leaned in closer to her, and he could feel her breath on his neck.

"Why do you think?" The two of them kissed, for a long time until they were interrupted by Harrison's sudden presence.

"Boss, there's something you need to take care of."

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"What did he need to take care of?"

(Y/N) was now sitting in the back of a Starbucks, face to face with someone less than pleasant. Two days after that fateful dinner with Tom, she had her first meeting with her contact, and her contact was someone she could not stand.

"(Y/N), come on, we don't have all day."

Sophia Herman had been at the agency for a year longer than (Y/N). A year longer because she had skipped a year of basic training because the instructors had deemed she was ready to go on her first field mission already. After that, she mostly became a legend at the agency, taking down most wanted, after most wanted, aceing op after op. She was less than enthused to be delegated to a contact on what should've been her op, and (Y/N) was less than enthused to see her former best friend again.

"What? Is someone upset that I got sent on this op and not you? I'm sorry Sophie, guess I was just better suited."

"I am not, I'm taking a break, just tell me."

"Well after Harrison interrupted our dinner to pull Tom away I didn't see him after that. I have no idea what he needed to take care of."

"And he didn't say anything to you after? I thought you were supposed to be his right hand or something." Sophia crossed her arms and sat back in her chair, a smirk gracing her face.

"Harrison is his right hand, which you would know if you read any briefing packet on Tom Holland. I am a glorified bodyguard, which means he doesn't have to tell me everything."

"Although the way you've chosen to run this op says that he should be telling you everything."

"You've never been on a mob op Sophie, tradtionally men don't tell their girlfriends what's going on in their business."

"So your his girlfreind, after a week?"

"No."

"But you kissed him, didn't you?"

"What-how-?"

"You left it out of the original story, huh? What do you have something to hide (Y/N)?"

"No. I'm telling you everything, you should be focusing on Rich Moreno's plan of action he was telling me about, if someone aiming to take down Tom before we do, then don't you think the agency should know about it?"

"Sure, sure we'll take a look at it." Sophia wrote something else down in her notebook. "Just this relationship between you and Tom is something else  the agency is going to have to take a look at." Sophia smiled again, which made (Y/N) roll her eyes.

"Critiquing the way I do ops now, huh? Come on Sophie you and the agency know this is how I run things, it can get a little personal but I know how to separate my personal feelings from the op. So go ahead and tell them, but mind you I took down one of the most powerful mobs in Russia-and this is how I did it."

"I just have a few more-"

(Y/N)'s phone buzzed in her pocket, "That's my cue to leave, gotta keep my cover Soph, you understand, say hi to the agency for me." She stood up and walked towards the door.

"Wait, (Y/N) one more thing-the higher-ups, they're kind of antsy about this working out."

"What do you mean?" (Y/N) stopped in the doorway.

"They're going to pull you out in two weeks if we don't see any results."

"You could've lead with that."