✔️ Tom Holland Imagines

Asthmatic

Summary:  Can you do an imagine where the reader is part of the avengers but has really bad asthma and gave her extra inhaler to peter and one day they're fighting a villain and the reader gets a very bad asthma attack and Peters there to console her? Thank you you're one of the best writers -Anon

Requested: Yes, NAWWWW BABE MY HEART IS MELTING, I am truly not but thank you so friggin much for saying this, you have no idea how much this means to me <3 seriously xxxxx

Word Count: 3k+??

Warning(s)?: Lengthy, Fluff, violence, A little bit of IW spoilers????

FYI: I may not have written this ;) check A/N: below

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(what a cute friggin gif, honestly)

Asthmatic

'We want the Time Stone,' the thin, aged-looking figure announced, his voice articulate and defined, but not alluring like yours. 'Give it to us, and we shalt depart in peace. Do not, and we will destroy you.'

Your eyes flick towards Tony Stark, who was standing at the head of the small group of people who were facing in opposition to the two figures who had emerged from the massive donut-spaceship that was roaring above the city, threatening and looking like nothing from this world. You knew Tony wouldn't hand over the green stone, nor would the fancy-dressed doctor and his Asian associate. Bruce was trying to keep calm, but perhaps, with a seeming inevitable fight about to occur, it would be better to have the Hulk out anyway.

If it all went pear-shaped and the Hulk went mental, you could always go after him to minimise the damage he would ensue. Sure, Agent Romanoff might be able to coax him out of a rage by speaking nice and soft to the big guy, but she didn't have your power, able to mesmerise those you chose with your voice, even the most evil of villains.

But such power came at a price. You could hardly raise your voice above a murmur, and your asthma attacks were incredibly threatening. Your hand touches your pocket, feeling the shape of the inhaler through the fabric, reassuring yourself you had it. There was only one spare that she knew of, given to the person she trusted most, but he wasn't here. Sure, he might be racing towards them as the two beings confronted them, but that wasn't now. She could have an attack whenever, a feeling that, if she was ever alone and without her small inhaler, she would be gone.

'Hate to inform you, but that's not gonna happen,' Stark called back in a response, his voice casual, but you could detect a sense of seriousness in it, even fear. Tony was rarely one to show emotion other than boredom, sarcasm, or a combination of the two, but you could tell, after working with him for years, that he was cautious on what was to happen.

You hear the doctor whisper something to his monk-like friend, and they twisted their hands, orange disks glowing and sparking on their forearms. At the same time, the muscular brute started walking forward, growling venomously. You take a step forward, muttering to Tony.

'Did you want me to take him?'

Tony thought momentarily, before giving a small shake of his head, activating the nanoparticles of his suit to swiftly encompass him.

'Not this one, sweetheart. Save yourself for the other one, this one barely seems sentient. You'd only exhaust yourself.'

Normally rude and impatient with others, Stark certainly had a soft spot for you. Maybe it was your quiet, careful nature, or constant fear of being ever vulnerable from your body, like he was with his chest, many years ago. But whatever it was, he always made sure you were out of the firing line as much as possible, but still an Avenger, and able to commit as much as you could to saving the world.