Tom Holland x Reader Imagines

25: Your Web or Mine? (Prompt)

For @AusKEM

Thanks for the request!!

Marvel decided to make SpiderMan again, having gotten back the rights, and they though, why the hell not? and started filming a Young Black Widow movie.

I play the young Black Widow.

I didn't know who was going to play SpiderMan, but after Andrew Garfield, I figured he'd be pretty cute.

I forgot about the fact that he was one room away from me 90% of the time once filming rolled around.

I'd gotten to the point where doing my own stunts was easy, so even during those scenes I didn't get a break. But I couldn't complain, because this film would be really good for me. Publicity, fans, a wonderful franchise.

I was so happy.

But....there was the nagging want to meet Tom Holland. I hadn't even ever seen him, but from the way his costars talked about him I wanted to.

One night walking back to the trailers, it was dark out, and cold, but I wasn't paying attention to that. You could actually see the stars from where i was. That never happened in all the other studios I'd been at, but this one was in the perfect place away from the city, and I could see the stars.

So I was just standing in the middle of the trailer lot, watching them blink and twinkle.

I didn't hear the person come up to me.

"Looking at the stars, love?"

I jumped, spinning around and clutching my script to my chest. I saw a...very, very handsome boy.....standing behind me, with his hands in his pockets.

He smiled at me.

Oh damn, that's a smile right there.

I blinked at him a couple times, then looked back up at the stars. "Y-yeah, they're really...bright."

He stood right beside me. "Not used to them, are you darling?"

I shook my head. "Not where I'm from."

He laughed quietly. "Me either."

I looked back at him. "I'm Y/N, I play Black Widow."

He smiled, and extended a hand. "I'm Tom Holland. I play SpiderMan."

"You play SpiderMan? Damn. Your web or mine?" I said with a cheeky smile, shaking his hand.

He snorted out loud. "Mine preferably."

I rose my eyebrows. "Oh, you're taking me up on my offer?"

"Once I get to know you, I will most definitely take you up on your offer." He held out his hand again, this time for my script. "May I walk you to your web, beautiful?"

I handed him my script with a small smile. "Of course, Spidey."

"I think that's a compliment." He began walking, so I followed, and he bumped his shoulder into mine. "But I can't tell."

I laughed softly at him. "Trust me, never in my life.....or probably before that, has SpiderMan been that hot."

He looked down at me with a raised eyebrow. "Well, don't tell Scarlett, but never in my life, or before, has the Black Widow....." He started walking backwards in front of me. "Been this hot." He looked me up and down with a cheeky smile.

I pointed behind him. "That's my trailer, lover boy."

He nodded, looking behind him. "I know."

"You stalk me?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

He shook his head, taking the steps two at a time and pulling the door open. "No, I don't, I just happened to notice a really beautiful girl walking to this trailer a few nights ago."

"Oh, beautiful, huh? Then I think you're looking for that trailer." I pointed to the one behind me. "That's Zendaya's."

He rolled his eyes and motioned for me to come inside. "Please don't tell me you think Z is prettier than you."

"She is."

"Okay, that's not true. You're both absolutely stunning. Please don't make me try to convince you of your beauty when we've only just met." He motioned inside again.

This time I stepped up to him. "I know I'm pretty." I walked into my trailer, and turned around to look at him. "I just wanted to hear SpiderMan say it to me."

He scoffed, setting my script on the counter. "Cheeky."

I nodded, plopping onto my couch. "Very. Want something to drink?"

He smiled. "Sure."

I woke up the next morning on the couch in a daze. Where was I? What happened last night? Oh god, I got drunk. I sat up quickly, head pounding.

I looked around my trailer in the morning sunlight. My clothes were on, my shoes by the door, glasses in the small sink, and a blanket over me. Stuck to the tiny slit of wall beside the couch was a bright green sticky note, which read:

Hey beautiful,

You passed out, so I figured I'd clean up for you and let you sleep. I'll come back around nine to check on you, so if you're reading this, that means you beat me to it.

P.S., you're cute when you're asleep.

Love, TH

I blushed reading the PS, and shook my head, laying back down. The clock on the microwave told me he'd be back any minute. Maybe I could catch a bit of sleep.....

Knocking on the door woke me up again, and I throatily groaned. "Come in."

The door opened slowly, letting in slots of sunlight. Tom looked at me carefully. "Are you alive?"

I nodded. "Yes. I am living. Still."

"Good." He shut the door behind him and walked to the couch uneasily. "You are funny when you're drunk, just saying."

I snorted. "What makes you say that?"

"Well, for one, I learned you have a very sarcastic personality. And I've never been called cute that many times in succession. Which is saying a lot, if you look at the girls who are fans of me." He shrugged and sat down by my legs.

I nodded slowly. "I have a huge headache."

He handed me the water bottle he'd been holding. "Advil."

I took the water and pills and downed them while making a face.

Tom shook his head with a smile as he stood.

"What?" I asked, throwing the blankets off me.

"You're just cute." He shrugged again and leaned on the door as he watched me pull sandals on.

"Thanks Spidey."

"You're welcome, Black Widow."