PETER PARKER AND TOM HOLLAND IMAGINES

Kidnapped ~ (Peter Parker)

You bite you lip harder as you hear footsteps approach you, with a quickening pace as if it were urgent. You taste the metallic twinge that blood tastes of, and that's when you feel a hot liquid drip from your chin.

That's when you ease off the lip biting, to prevent more damage, but that was before you were slapped across the face, and the same aggressive hand grasp your chin, pulling it to look up at him, dead in the eyes.

"I knew this would get him. You've actually done us some good. It might've taken 4 days, but we got 'im." He says in a thick New York accent.

Oh my god.

Peter.

You close your eyes and drop you head, resting it on your left shoulder, hair falling over your face. Greasy from four days without washing it, plastered to your forehead from the sweat of being beaten for enemy amusement.

Your boyfriend, the friendly neighborhood spider boy, was seen kissing you on your way out home from school. Unfortunately, You were seen to be of use in the capture of him, the love of your life.

You knew he would come, but you were hoping he didn't. He saves lives every single day, and all you do is intern at the National Institute of Health, and that's as interesting as it gets.

A jerk pulled at your hands, as the ropes then hung loose. That was your chance to run, but four days without food wasn't doing anything beneficial for your condition.

You were yanked into the air, and carelessly tossed over s shoulder, as there were shouts coming from the long hall of the basement you were being held.

"Hell no, Jason, take the bitch, I'll grab the spiderman, take him to the facility. Then you put her up for ransom, no less than $500,000." The man holding you told the person you assumed was Jason.

As you were being handed off to a larger person, you heard the heartwarming voice of your lover.

"Put the lady down, I'll do whatever you want." Peter said, voice crack from a sob interrupting his line.

"Not necessary." You whimpered, as you conjured enough strength to bring your knee to Jason's throat, and you were dropped 6 feet from the ground, and you hear a web being shot at the smaller man.

"Y/N!" Peter exclaimed, running to your limp body, resting on the ground. After the two men were down and webbed, he dropped to one knee and felt for a pulse.

"Peter, get out of here. I'm not strong enough to keep fighting, you can still make it out." You said, trying to smile, as you didn't want to die seeing him die as well.

He removed his mask and held you in his arms, feeling your prominent rib cage from days of starvation, and the thin of your stomach from malnourishment. Tears flooded his eyes, seeing you in this state.  "We both know I could never do that. Let's go."
You smiled lightly, as he webbed you away.

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A/N:
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