•løv£l¥• Tom Holland Imagines/Smut

In the End~ P.P

Part 4
So I kind of messed up when writing this series. I keep saying stuff like "taking off his mask" and I just want you guys to know that he wears the metal suit instead of the spandex throughout this whole thing.

YOUR POV
He leaned on your window and you saw his suit giving off blue and purple sparks of electricity. You don't hesitate to open the window fully and let him inside. He falls onto the rug in your room and groans out in pain.

"Oh my god, what happened to you?" You ask and rush over to his side. He turns over and you see a hole through his suit and blood seeping out. "Shit, that is not normal."

"There is something inside me (Y/N), I need you to take it out." He quickly says and gasps in pain again.

"What! Take it out? What is it? Is it a bullet? I do not have the tools to take out a bullet! Why don't you go to a hospital or like I don't know the Avengers Tower?" You ramble on, looking at the situation in front of you.

"It is a bullet. It's a special bullet I think. I just need you to take it out, don't you have a first aid kit or something." He asks and clenches onto his lower abdomen. The blood was now getting onto the rug and you were worried about how on Earth you would get the stain out. You get up from his side and look at the situation you were in.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be right back." You say and quickly hurry to your bathroom. You grab a couple of towels from under your bathroom sink and wet some of them with cold water to apply to his wound. You open the cabinet above you and grab the first aid kit and the sewing kit from it.

Your hands start to shake as you make your way back to your room. You were not equipped to remove a bullet from a body. The only thing you know was probably from watching Grey's Anatomy all the time.

After grabbing all the supplies, you headed out of the bathroom and made your way back into the room where Peter was still groaning in pain. You kneel beside him and look at his body on the floor. You were actually about to do this.

"I can't see the impact wound or if the bullet is still in there." You say to him as you inspect the glowing hole in the suit.

"Trust me, it is. It feels like it's burning me from the inside out." He groans out in pain again. You stare at the wound, there was no way you could tell with all the pieces of metal in the way.

"You need to take off the suit." You suddenly tell him and sit on the back on your heels.

"No way." He says firmly and tries to back away from you slightly.

"I can't see the wound, if I try to get the bullet out I can mess up and make it go deeper into your body. Do you want that?" He hesitated and for a moment you thought he would try and get up to leave.

"If you're worried about your identity I promise I won't even glance at your face." You say half-jokingly. Of course, you would look but it's not like you would tell the world who he was once you found out. "You trust me, don't you?" You ask him. He sighs heavily before shutting his eyes tight and speaking.

"Don't be mad. Please promise me you won't be mad." He says slowly yet firmly as if his words were hurting you.

"Mad? Why one earth would I be ma-" He lifts his right hand to push the button on his chest and his suit comes off leaving him in nothing but his boxers. You hesitate but look at his face, Peter's face, the face you had tried so hard to forget once.

Your mind was denying it at first, trying to place all the memories created with 'Spider-Man' with Peter's face. You laugh at yourself for being so naive. The signs were right there in your face and you had completely ignored them. Then it clicked.