Tom Holland Imagines

16 | Shot

"Baby, it's gonna be fine. Just keep your eyes on me," Tom told you while tears were streaming down your face. The ropes around your wrists cut your skin and the wooden chair you were in had caused several splinters to embed themselves into your legs and arms. 

"Shut up! I don't want to hear another word coming out of your mouth!" the man holding a gun to your head barked. The barrel pressed against your temple and you were shivered profusely. The duct tape covering your mouth hurt your skin and you had trouble breathing. "We're gonna walk out of here without any trouble because if either of you tries anything, I'm putting a bullet through her brain," he snarled, grabbing the back of your neck. You whimpered at his harsh grip. "Understood?" You nodded immediately, scared to step over the line. 

"Okay, let's go." He untied the rope behind your back and tightened the strings around your wrists so no space was left between your hands, making it impossible for you to move. The man tugged you over to Tom's side and unleashed the rope tying him down. He held your bicep and dug his nails into your skin as he dragged you and Tom with him to the white van that was parked in the large storage vault. 

Before you were pushed into the vehicle, the garage door burst open and a squad of armoured men barged in. "FBI! Put your hands in the air!" they shouted and the man holding you pushed Tom aside. He wrapped his arm around your neck and pushed the gun in your side. 

"One more step and she's dead!" he yelled and the agents stopped. 

"Sir, you're outnumbered. Drop the gun and no one has to get hurt," an agent responded, holding the man at gunpoint. 

"Here's what's going to happen. You're going to let me go or I shoot her," he said. 

"Just put down the gun and we can work things out," the agent continued, never lowering his gun. 

"Let me go and I'll lower the gun," the man spat. 

"Sir-" 

"Let me go!" he suddenly exclaimed, sending a jolt through your body. 

The agent took a step forward, but that was the last thing he should have done. Your capturer caught notice of the agent's movement and didn't hesitate to pull the trigger. The bang was deafening and the gun clattered to the ground. You felt a piercing pain in your side and you were sure your ribs broke and shattered in your chest. 

The man pushed you away from him and you fell to the ground before he sprinted in the opposite direction. Tom let out a shout. "NO!" He ran over to your side and cradled you in his arms. "No, no, no. Keep your eyes open. You're gonna make it. Don't give up now," he said while he worked on untying the ropes on your wrists. 

While you lay your head on his chest with the support of his arm, the other reached up to wipe the tears from his cheek. He took the duct tape off as gently as he could and you smiled softly. "It's okay. You made it," you whispered. 

"You're not leaving me, okay? We're getting out of here together," Tom said, resting his forehead on yours. The butterflies in your stomach were as vibrant as the ones you felt when you had first met the love of your life. 

"You're safe. That's all that matters to me," you said and your vision started to fade. Tom's chest shook as heaving sobs left his body. Your hands became numb and fell to the ground. You blew out the final breath and your eyes closed. Tom held your lifeless body to his chest as he cried for you to come back. 

"And... Cut!" you heard and you sat up, smiling broadly. The lights turned on and someone rushed to your side with a towel to dab the fake blood from your shirt. 

"We did it!" you beamed, using the hand Tom offered you to get you off the floor. You tightly hugged him as he twirled you around. You pulled back and with a laugh, you wiped the tears from his face. 

The director approached you. "Great work, guys. The hard training paid off," she rewarded you with a proud smile. 

"Thanks. We couldn't have done it without you, though," you said as Tom held his arm wrapped around you. 

You and your boyfriend of two years had been preparing this scene for over four weeks, rehearsing every move, every step, every line, and finally, after hours and hours of intense and tiring training, you did it. 

You and Tom had been an acting duo for a long time so it wasn't a surprise to the press when you announced your relationship. 

"You can take the rest of the day off, you've earned it." She patted your shoulder before she walked off. 

You turned to your boyfriend with a grin. "I'm really proud of you," you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck, playing with the hairs on the back of his neck. Tom had struggled with this scene a lot because he couldn't stand watching you die, especially when he was involved in the scene. 

"I'm proud of you too, babe," he said. "We're a pretty good team." 

You nodded, your cheeks flushing red. "Yeah, we are." 

***

"Tom, Y/N! Can we talk to you about the movie?" a reporter on the side of the red carpet called and you gently tugged Tom with you, your hand never leaving his. 

The navy blue gown you were wearing flowed after you and Tom had to watch out where he placed his steps because he didn't want to step on your dress. You stood before the reporter and his camera and Tom wrapped his arm around you. 

"How has the premiere been so far? Excited to see the movie?" he asked you. 

"We're so excited!" you answered. "We've been working on this movie for so long and to finally see the end result, it's the best feeling in the world." 

The reporter flipped over the page in his notebook. "This is the fourth movie of this saga and in the trailer, we saw a scene that can go both ways." He was referring to your death scene, that was briefly shown in the trailer. All you saw was you lying in Tom's arms with blood covering your clothes. "Is there anything you can say about that?" 

"We can't, unfortunately. If you want to know where that scene goes, you'll have to see the movie yourself," Tom chuckled, making the reporter laugh. 

"Alright, thank you so much. Enjoy your night," he said with a smile.

"Thank you. Enjoy the movie," you said before you walked off with Tom by your side. 

"Will you be fine watching that scene?" he asked. 

You nodded. "Yeah, I'll be fine." You chuckled lowly to yourself. "As long as you don't start crying the theatre, I think I'll make it through." 

"Can't promise you that, darling, I'm sorry," He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your cheek.