tom holland oneshots

modern chivalry

warnings : cursing

summary : there's no more seats on the subway

word count : 400

a/n : guys im trying to hit all the requests, sorrrry its taking so long but i liked this concept and yeah <3

Living in New York City meant taking the subway for basically everything, and that included going to school. Normally, you and Peter would take the 6:45 train to ensure that you both beat rush hour, but last night you and Peter were up studying and that resulted in the two of you waking up late. Normally, Peter would just swing the two of you to school in a situation like this, but this time, his suit was still being cleaned up at the Avengers facility, and it was due back in a couple hours, so the two of you were stuck taking the subway.

Grabbing an apple from the counter, you and Peter were rushing out of the door, jackets barely on and backpacks hanging on by one strap. 

"Peter hurry!" You had yelled from the hallway, and Peter groaned in response, maneuvering around May.

"Bye, May!" He screamed, slamming the door in his rush. It was a wonder how he avoided her goodbye kisses, but you were too thankful to question it. 

"Ah shit," you mumbled, you and Peter racing down the stairs side by side, heading underground just as the next train pulled to a stop. Luckily, you didn't need to run for it, so when the two of you finally got aboard, you were panting heavily, taking the time to catch your breaths. 

There were two open seats, and seizing the opportunity, Peter pulled you along to snatch them, but not fast enough. Someone had occupied one, leaving just one seat for either of the two of you, while the other person would have to stand by the exit seeing as it was the only available space while holding on to the handle bars. 

"Oh," you said, stopping short. Peter looked around before sitting down in the seat, leaving you stranded as you tried not to fall over from the train's speed. A few pairs of eyes turned to look at Peter and how impolite he must've looked. 

Peter paid no mind to the strangers though, and he grabbed your hand and pulled you into his lap. You weren't expecting the sudden form of PDA, and your cheeks heated up as you got comfortable in his lap. 

"Hi there." 

Peter blushed back, scratching the back of his neck and smiling sheepishly, before his hands returned to your waist. "Y'know, just so we can both- yanno- yeah." 

You giggled, "And they said chivalry was dead." 

"Modern chivalry," Peter declared, holding up one finger as he spoke, and the two of you laughed. Late wake-ups and rush hour weren't so bad after all.