𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 || M.C.U.

22. Tom Holland + Robert Downey Jr.

Since you were young, you were best friends with Tom Holland. Before he was all famous and shit. He's the only one who stayed with you. Everyone pushed you away because of your eyes.
(I'll give a hint, David Bowie).
Your father is abusing you, one time it almost became your death, but someone saved you.

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"Y/N! May I ask you something?" Tom Holland asks. You look at your best friend, "yes, of course." "I have this dinner tomorrow with some friends and I was told that I'm allowed to bring someone with me. And I want to bring you with me because you're my best friend," Tom says with a hint of nervousness in his voice. "Wow, that's awesome. Of course, I'll go with you, it'll be nice if I'm out of the house."

Tom's smile fades away, "is he still hitting you?" You slowly nod, "he isn't that much at home but if he is, it's bad." "I wish I could do something for you," Tom says. "You did, you're taking me to this dinner. It's sweet that your thoughts were on me." Tom gave a little smile.

Late in the night, you hear someone opening the door. "Who's there?" you ask. Nobody is answering. "Hello?" you ask again, footsteps are approaching you.
Before you realize what's happening, you feel your cheek burning. "That one was for your mother." the intruder says, you recognize the voice. Your father hits you again, "this one is for your eyes." You fell on the floor. Between the punishments, he shouts the reasons why you deserve this. When he's done, you aren't moving.

The next day you wake up, still on the floor. Moving is like hell, everything is sore. Tom's words are shooting through your head, 'I have this dinner tomorrow.' That dinner is tonight, you groan while getting up. Your father isn't home anymore, luckily for you. You grab your phone to text Tom, Tom, he has been doing it again. Yesterday, late in the evening.
Tom doesn't answer, but instead of answering, he's standing at your front door. "Tom," you say surprised. He doesn't say anything and picks you up in bridal style. "Tom, say anything," you beg. He sighs as he puts you down. "This wasn't supposed to happen. I should have stayed with you," he rambles, you can tell he's mad but not at you. At himself.

"Tom, Hey. Tom. Look at me," you demand. He looks at you with tears in his eyes. "It wasn't your fault. My father has problems, we know that and I was at the wrong place at the wrong time." You hug him, he does hug you back but careful. "Let me take care of your injuries," he says after a while. You nod as a response.
Tom stays with you all day, taking care of you. Around the evening you two are dressed up for the night. He drives you to the restaurant, you wear your sunglasses and a black dress.

Everyone inside is greeting you. You glare at Tom for not telling you that these people are all celebrities. "Hello, nice to meet you," a voice next to you says. You look aside and see the Robert Downey Jr. 'Oh my god, it's Robert Downey Jr,' you think.
     "Mr. Downey, hello. It's an honor to meet you too!" He chuckles at your reaction, "Just call me Robert, please. Mr. Downey is too formal."
After a little silence, he turns back to you, "may I ask you something?" "Yes, go ahead." "Why are you wearing sunglasses inside the restaurant?" he asks. Tom was listening too, he looks nervously at you. "Why not," you say.

During the evening you got to know Robert, but also Benedict Cumberbatch, Tom Hiddleston, Chris Evans, Chris Hemsworth, and Mark Ruffalo. They were all so nice to you. They didn't ask about the sunglasses, luckily for you. The person you spend the most time is with Robert.
Tom and you decided to go home. On your way out of the restaurant, you bump into Robert. "Robert, what are you doing here?" you ask. He grins at your question, "I was waiting for you, here." he gives you a piece of paper. Your cheeks turn red when you see his phone number. "Text or call me whenever you want to," he says kissing your forehead.

"Do I need to go with you?" Tom asks worriedly. You smile, "no Tom, I'll be fine. Thanks for your offer." you kiss him on the cheek. "Okay, but text or even call me if it's happening again, okay?" he asks. "I will. Goodnight, Tom."
When you found out your father wasn't at home, you let out a sigh of relief. Not taking a risk, you go upstairs. You start a conversation with Robert and text Tom to tell your father isn't home.

A few days later Robert wants to see you, so you're meeting in the park at two. You put on an Avengers hoodie with black jeans. You cover up your bruises, they are almost gone. You almost forget your sunglasses, only Tom accepted your eyes. The others said you were a monster, that made you afraid. You don't know what Robert will think of your eyes.
You leave the house without making any noise. Afraid that your father will appear and beat you up again. You make your way to the park, taking two cups of coffee with you.

"Hey, Y/N!" Roberts greets you in a warm hug. You show your coffee and he shows you some sandwiches. You burst out in laughter, your glasses slid a bit down. Robert sees it, but he couldn't see your eyes because you pulled it up. With your middle finger, (in Hiddleston style😝).

"May I ask you about your eyes?" he asks after a while. "What about my eyes?" you ask, pretending nothing's wrong. "I haven't seen them and I want to seem them." You shake your head, "no, you don't want that." "I promise I won't do anything stupid," he says spitting through his fingers.

You sigh, taking off your glasses. Your eyes shut, even more, afraid now your glasses are gone. "Open your eyes, baby girl," he whispers. You open your eyes, looking to the ground. "Look at me, baby girl." He pulls up your chin with two fingers. This is the moment that you're so scared.
"You have beautiful eyes, they are so extraordinary. It's beautiful, Bowie," he says, you look shocked at his reaction. "I like that name," he says, "I'm calling you, Bowie." Now you think about it, David Bowie had two colors in his eyes. Only he had blue and brown. You have red and blue.

You have lunch together while laying down on the grass, in the park. "This was fun," you say. "It was, Bowie." He has a grin from ear to ear. You lay on your side, facing each other. You are only a few inches away.
Then Robert makes a sudden move, he leans in until his lips meet yours. You could have turn into liquid, damn. You smile in the kiss, pulling away to get some air. "So, does that mean you like me?" you ask chuckling. He kisses you again. "Is this the answer you're searching for?"

Robert walks you home, walking inside too. You totally forgot about your father. Robert sits in the living room and you go upstairs to change. "Where have you been, little shit?!" an unlikely familiar voice speaks. You shrink as soon as you hear the voice. "Away," you say, your voice's shaking.
And that's the first hit, right in your face. He starts to beat you up again, you lie on the floor. Trying to cover yourself from his punches and kicks, but it has no use.

"Stop!" a voice says. You are too unconscious to recognize the voice. Robert pushes your father away. He bumps his head to a shelf and falls down unconscious. Robert kneels next to you, calling an ambulance. "Y/N, stay with me. Don't close your eyes, please Bowie." his voice was unstable. He didn't want to lose you.
You tried your best to stay awake, but everything became black.

You open your eyes, sit up straight. You turn your head aside, seeing Robert sitting in the chair next to your bed. Sleeping. Trying to memorize what happened, then it came back. Everything came back. You look at Robert, it seems that he hasn't slept in days. He let grow his beard, his hair had become longer.
Robert wakes up, looking in your direction. As soon as it enters his brain, his eyes widen. "Doctor!" he yells at first. He hugs you tight, "I thought... I thought I lost you, Bowie." you hear him sobbing. "For how long have I been out?" you ask a bit confused. He sighs, "a month of three."

A lot can happen in a week. In a hospital. You told Robert everything, everything about your past. You indicated your father for abuse. You're recovering very fast. Tom came by, many times.
Robert and you grow closer than ever before. At last but not least, he has to catch up with this Bowie. He didn't call you something else, just Bowie.

It is already late in the night, Robert demands you to go to sleep. You tried to struggle, but he's sure of his choice. As much as he wants to spend time with you, but you have to rest. You lie down in your bed, "there's room for two." He smiled and laid next to you.
You fell asleep very soon. Robert kisses your forehead, and says,

"I love you 3000, Bowie."