OH, I LOVE LED ZEPPELIN || Tom Holland/Peter Parker Imagines

Prompt #2 || Peter Parker

Peter stares down sadly at his hands in the pitch black of his best friends room, he was sitting against the wall whilst Ned was on the bottom bunk and Michelle slept soundly on the top one

He heard Ned sigh and roll to look at him "dude what is with you, all you do lately is stare at yourself with this weird sad look that makes me want to cry"

The boys sat in silence for a few moments before he thought up a response
"There was this girl on the Avengers team, she was really cool and she had awesome powers but she had to go away on a mission and I haven't seen her for like 3 months"

"You're this sad over a girl? Wow, she must have been awesome" he smiled softly looking at the ceiling thinking to you praying you could hear him all in the same moment
"She really is" a sensation came over him almost like a spider sense that made him jump

He stood up looking around for danger as Ned's face was one of complete awe basked in the purple glow that was emitting from the boys hands

"Dude what the fuck is that?" Peter looked down at his hands and smiled to the familiar sight of your power being sent to hold his hand when he felt down
"That's y/n"

*****

"Good morning Peter, how was your sleepover at Ned's?"
"It was good FRIDAY thanks, anything happen while I was gone?"
"Well, Thor dropped mjolnir on Bruce's foot and now he has a cast and y/n turned her tracker on for a brief moment at about 3:00 this morning"

He head whipped up at the mention of your name and he rushed to the coma room smacking buttons like his life depended on it

"FRIDAY Where was she?" The tracker with your name popped up on screen somewhere in South America and he sighed
"Knowing y/n she could have travelled here and back in that time"
"I think she just wanted to let us know she's okay" a voice sounds from the door and he spots Natasha

"Probably, do you know where her mission file is?"
"Yeah I moved it so you can't find it and stare at it for hours on end, you need to get some work done okay? She'll be fine she is always fine she's better than me for god sake" he nodded and rubbed his eyes walking slowly to his lab

He spots a note on his desk and raises an eyebrow

Peter,
Before you freak no I didn't come here in the middle of the night I sent this over with floaty magic
I know you're worried about me but you gotta chill tf out, I'm fine I'm half way through my mission and should be back in about 3-6 months depending on if they lock me in a cell
Everything will be fine and I'll be back before you know but I'm the mean time see if you can make me a suit that attracts my weapons back because I am forever losing them
Your friendly neighbourhood sociopath
Y/n

He laughs shoving the note in his bag and pulling up a fresh page on the table to start designing a suit for you

He knew it was just to keep him busy but he didn't mind in the slightest, he missed your stupid antics and to be honest he was about ready to come get you himself

*****

He smiled at the suit that lay in front of him picking up the mouth piece and uttering the name of a specific weapon he'd planted across the room

It almost knocked him out

Okay so maybe the calibrations were a little off but making suits that can have things fly to them with no magnets was pretty much one of his best inventions 

The familiar purple glow filled the room momentarily making him smile towards the small butterfly you'd made on his shoulder

"I wish you were here"
"Honestly I do not" you wheeze walking through the door to his lab with clear gunshot wounds in multiple places
"But You didn't decide to go to the infirmary first?"
"Nah I had to stop your moping" he sticks his younger out at you and you flip him off jumping on a table

"FRIDAY pass me a first aid kit" he mutters as the box on the wall open up and almost catapults it into your back before you catch it
"You're gonna stitch up my bullet sounds with that?"
"No I'm gonna clean your body and then take you to the infirmary"
"Okay mom"

*****

"Okay y/n that should be it, just don't get shot for the next few weeks or walk to aggressively and you should be okay"
"Thank you Dr Simmons" he smiles exiting the room for you to leave in your own time
"He said should far too many times in that sentence"
"Because he's been my Doctor for the past 2 years and knows I'll just go and rip the stitches so he has to do them again"

The boy shakes his head walking towards you and assessing the damage to your face, there's a cut on your left cheek and one that almost caught your eye

"Am I ugly now?" You asking watching him look at you with such aggressive eyes you think he might kill you with them
"No" he mutters rubbing his thumb over the cut on your cheek gently
"So, how was your time without me?" Without even thinking about your question he practically jumps on you

Within seconds his lips are on yours gripping you with such force you think he might rip your stitches himself, you react just as fast though, despite your concussion, you grab into his face feeling the tears of missing him and home and a warm bed and nice food almost roll down your cheek

When he pulls away you hear him mutter a small "fuck" to himself as he watches you carefully with eyes more insecure than before
"I'll take that as it was shit?"
"It was fine, I mean the highlight of my day was when my room was basked in purple but yeah it was fine"

"Basked is a big word Parker"
"Oh god you're so annoying" you just laugh at his features of annoyance and joy all at once finally feeling yourself relax after 9 months of hell