Tom Holland Imagines

Keep a Secret? (Peter Parker imagine)

Day 21- Idol in a car

R/N = Rival Name

This one's going to be really, really long so...hang in there.

At Midtown Tech, you had three friends. MJ, Ned, and Peter Parker. Needless to say, you weren't very popular. People liked to make fun of you constantly. They talked about you behind your back. Some of them bullied you physically. In those instances, you never fought back. You didn't want to give them a reason.

It was 2:15 on a Monday and you were sitting in chemistry. Your last class of the day. You were listening intently to a teacher when you felt something hit you in the back of your head. You looked on the ground behind you and saw a badly-folded paper aeroplane. Picking it up gently, you unfolded it. Drawn on the inside was a terrible rendition of you being electricuted by your toaster, a badly-drawn fork in your hand. "Take a toaster bath, loser," was scrawled underneath this. 

Your heart sunk, but you refolded the paper aeroplane (better, may I add) and tossed it directly into the recycling bin by the classroom door. You turned around to see who'd thrown it at you in the first place. Of course, R/N was sniggering with his/her friends in the back corner. You rolled your eyes to yourself, hiding the hurt. R/N flipped you off. You held back tears and turned back to your schoolwork.

When, at last, the bell rang, you packed up your stuff slowly and went to your locker, directly next to Peter's. "Hey," you sighed dejectedly.

"Hey, Y/N. What's up?" Peter gently closed his locker. 

"Not much. Wanna hang out later?" You asked, hoping the answer would be yes.

"Aw, man. I'm sorry. I can't. I've got the..." 

"Stark Internship?" you finished for him. Ever since Peter had started the Stark Internship, you hadn't seen him once outside of school. You tried to talk to MJ and Ned, but it just wasn't the same. Peter was a good listener, and you really needed to talk to him. 

"Yeah," he replied, scratching his neck awkwardly and giving you an apologetic look. "Some other time though?" He asked, already halfway down the hall. You gave him a half-hearted thumbs up.

"Sure," you sighed. You shut your locker, rested your forehead against it for a little while, and trudged out of the school, on your way to the little 2-bedroom apartment you called home. You decided to take a shortcut through the alleyway behind Delmar's in order to avoid running into anyone you knew. Unluckily for you, that's the exact opposite of what happened.

You wiped your wet cheekbones and wandered into the alleyway. As soon as you entered, you heard "GET HER!" and the fists were on you. You were knocked to the ground, a loud crunch signaling that your phone in your back pocket had shattered. At least twenty people swarmed you, most of them punching your sides, arms, and chest. You got a glimpse of R/N, the leader of the pack, going through your bag and dumping everything onto the ground before he/she stood over you, and began hitting your face.

Another person took out their pocket knife and made deep tracks in your ankles and calves. With one final blow from R/N, the world went black. 

"Ma'am? Ma'am?" A voice was coming from above you. Your eyes slowly opened, attempting to gain focus. "Ma'am? Are you okay?" The voice sounded like it belonged to a teenaged boy...one pretending to be an adult...and was thick with a Queens dialect. Maybe exaggerated? Your eyes finally focused. You tried to sit up, but your head spun and you fell back to the dirty, smelly concrete of the alleyway. "Whoa-whoa-whoa. Easy there." You looked around for the voice, which was coming from behind you. 

"Where are you?" you whined, a little dilerious. It hurt to move. Your lip was cracked, and blood was streaming into your mouth from your nose. All you remembered was getting jumped. "Please don't hurt me."

"I'm not going to hurt you." The figure knelt in front of you. You looked up. In front of you was a man(...boy...some sort of male?) clothed in red and blue spandex. 

"Spider-Man?" You questioned, grateful that the web-slinger (who you had somewhat of an obsession with) had found you, rather than anyone else.

"Oh, God," Spider-Man whispered to himself, sounding very shaken up. You were right. The voice had been exaggerated to make him seem older, with more of a dialect. You could tell, because he dropped the act for a solitary second.

"What?" you groaned, trying to push yourself upright.

"N-nothing." The voice was back. "Please don't try to get up, Ma'am. You could harm your cerebral cortex." That voice...the real one...you'd heard it before, but you were too out of it to think clearly. "Can you tell me what happened?"

"Umm, I was walking home from school and I got jumped," you told Spider-Man, wheezing with every breath. Your left eye was blackened, almost swollen shut. There were deep slices on your cheeks and gravel stuck in some of the wounds on your lower body. You felt yourself dipping back into unconsciousness, but not before you were lifted gently by the waist and into the air.

When you woke up, you could only open your right eye. You reached up to feel your face...there were stitches in the larger cuts on your cheek and butterfly bandages over the one on your brow bone. The blood on your face had been cleaned up and a tampon had been stuck into your right nostril...the one that had been bleeding. Clever. 

You sat up, fighting the dizziness, but realizing you'd felt a lot better, and looked around. What the...Peter's room? Suddenly, Spider-Man climbed in through Peter's bedroom windown, dropped from the ceiling, and landed in front of you. "Oh, good. You're awake." 

"What am I doing here?" you asked groggily.

"Can you keep a secret?" Spider-Man knelt down in front of where you sat on Peter's bed.

"Sure." You watched as he slowly removed his mask. You gasped, unable to believe what you were seeing. "What the..."

"Surprise!" Peter chuckled awkwardly. "Y/N, meet the Stark Internship." 

Still unable to process anything, you opened and closed your mouth wordlessly. Peter sat on the bed next to you. "You...you saved me." You said quietly.

"Well, what was I supposed to do? Leave you there? I didn't even recognize you when I found you, until you started talking and I...I can't believe they did that to you, Y/N." Peter's eyes teared up. "I...I thought I lost you for a minute."

You leaned over (to the best of your abilities) and hugged him. "You can't get rid of me that easily," you laughed softly. 

"Good," He replied.

"Thank you for taking such good care of me, Pete," you whispered into his ear.

"Of course. It's kind of Spider-Man's duty to take care of the people he loves." Peter's eyes widened after he let the last part slip. You pulled away from the hug. Peter looked mortified. "S-sorry."

"Don't be," you told him sweetly. He gently pulled you forward, careful not to agitate your wounds, and kissed you on the lips. You kissed him back.

"You do realize we have to tell the police about R/N and his/her crew, right?" Peter asked you. You got up off the bed shakily to go look in the mirror on Peter's wall. You barely regognized yourself. Your face was swollen and cut up and you could feel the bruises forming all over your body alread.

"I'm okay with that." You decided, adjusting the tampon in your nostril. "The tampon was a nice touch, by the way," You giggled. Peter joined in.

"Yeah, well, I was looking for the first aid kit and found Aunt May's stash underneath the sink. Thought it might be helpful for that bloody nose."

"I love you so much, Peter."

"I love you too, Y/N. And nobody's ever going to hurt you again."