tom holland oneshots

all this time

warnings : violence? just superhero action

summary : peter and reader go to titan... snap. reunions await :)

word count : 1100

(requested) didnt proofread

"Peter!" You whisper screamed. "Dad's going to kill us! Are you sure we should be here?"

"Yes!" Peter whispered back, metal frames closing as the two of you were in another part of the spaceship currently taking your dad and Tony Stark to space. "We'll be fine!"

"Should've stayed on the bus," You muttered, removing your mask. 

"Let's find a way out of here instead," Peter replied, and you rolled your eyes before following him. "Take my hand," he instructs you, and you latch on to his as he hoists the two of you up. 

After a few minutes of walking (and a few banters and excited chirping about space), the two of you were in an open room, and Peter told you to wait while he checks things out. You did just that, but Peter went up and over until he was lowering him self, upside down, in front of Tony and Dr. Strange. m

"Hey guys, do you think I should just-" 

"Peter!" Tony exclaims. "I told you to go home! Why are you still here?!" he shrieks frustrated. 

"Wait, Peter!" you call after him, unbeknownst to his interactions with your dad and Tony. "You should-" you froze beside his hanging figure. 

"Y/N?!" Steven yells  just as Tony had. "You came too?!"

"Peter thought it was a good idea!" 

"Thanks, babe," Peter says, and you shrug sheepishly before both men shriek. 

"Babe?!" They say simultaneously. 

"Shit," Peter whispers, lowering himself. "We-"

"Will get back to that later," you finish for him. "What's going on right now?" 

Tony rolls his eyes at the two of you before speaking. "We're trying to get out of here. But purple brains and his powers are being difficult."

Peter and you exchange looks before thinking of solutions. 

"Have you ever," Peter speaks up. "watched Aliens?" 

**

"Junior Strange!" Tony yells at you, flying somewhere. "From behind. Hit him!"

"Got it," you reply, heading full speed at Thanos. It had been about fifteen minutes of this; fighting with Thanos. Peter and Strange and Quill and the other bug-like creatures you had met were trying so hard, and Tony got Thanos to bleed, but all for nothing as he was thrown to the ground. His suit was torn, and now you were giving it one final attempt. 

Before you could even strike him, he spun around and his giant hand reached out and grabbed you by the neck, holding you above the ground as he held a blade to your neck. Peter heard your choking through the intercoms, and he turned to your direction and gasped, talking in to whoever was listening. 

"Mr. Quill? Mr. Stark? Dr. Strange?!" he yelled, screamed. "Thanos has her, he has Y/N." 

"What?" Tony wheezes out. The three of them meet up in front of you, the rest of the crew watching from their places. 

You were crying now, tears about to fall. "Dad," you said, gripping Thanos' hand. 

"Look purple guy-" Strange started, but quieting once he say his grip tighten on your neck. 

"Dad!" 

"I know sweetie, I know." 

You were trying to swallow your nerves, but you could barely get breaths in. You were lucky you could breathe at all. 

"What do you want?" Tony yells. He frustratingly throws a piece of metal suit onto the ground, aiming his hand at the violet monster. His grip on your neck gets slightly tighter as the creature speaks. 

He looks to Strange, a smirk on his face as he chuckles an evil sound. "That," his finger points to the necklace holding the Time Stone. Strange grips in tightly, looking back and forth between you, Tony, and Peter. Tony raises an eyebrow, sympathy but strictness yielding his face. 

"Stark," he whispers. "There's only one way we win this." 

"You're going to let her die?!" Peter exclaims, interrupting their entrance. 

"Dad," you scream again, hands fighting the fingers around your neck. "Daddy," you breathe out, head getting lighter as you lose consciousness. 

"Okay, okay!" Strange screams at him. "You can have it, just- don't hurt her," he quiets down towards the end. Thanos smirks in response, hand reaching out towards Strange. Steven opens the lock, his powers carrying the gem to his hand, and Thanos throws you to the ground, at Peter and Strange's feet. 

You're gasping for air as Peter and your dad are at your side. Tony glances down towards you before lunging at the monster, the crew following his lead. Before Tony could even reach him though, his hand was in a snap position. Sparing a second to look at Tony, he grins, snapping his fingers, and Tony screams out, dropping to the floor. 

"Dad," you grip his arm tightly. 

"No," he whispers. "not you." 

"Y-Y/N?" Peter breathes, hand clutching yours. Tony looks to the three of you, and Strange tumbles out of your grip, settling on a pile of rocks, eyes saddened as he looks at Tony one final time before disappearing into the air. 

You're still holding Peter, Tony's attention now on the two of you. You're whimpering, trying to clutch onto him as he slips from your grip, your hands disintegrating. A single tear drops off of him, his forehead leaning on yours. You lean in for the first time, and Peter does the same. But your lips never connect, and Peter cries out to the sky, eyes bloodshot. 

He doesn't stay that way for long, though, because as he and Tony stand up, Peter drops into his arms. "M-Mr. Stark, I-I don't f-feel too good," he rasps, and Tony grips him tightly, laying him down on the ground. A moment later, he's watching him sizzle off into dust, tears replacing his presence. 

***

You're along side your dad, fighting off too many alien creatures to count them. Wong is a few yards from your stance, and you can see familiar faces and suits in a little ways away. The idea makes you giddy inside, relief flooding through you. 

The monsters and creatures kept coming and coming, your dad leading you and Wong to new locations, fighting your way there. Eventually, you heard your dad talking to Mr. Stark, and you spun around. 

"Tell me, is this the way?"

"You know I can't tell you that," your dad replied. He glanced to you and then to Wong before stepping around Tony. "C'mon, sweetie. We have to-"

"Peter!" You exclaimed, running towards him. He whipped around at your voice, eyes landing on you as he held you in his arms, hands on your waist as you gripped him tightly. You faintly heard your father and Mr. Stark calling after the two of you, but both of you drowned them out. 

When you pulled away, arms still around him, Peter held your face in his hands, kissing you like he had been longing to all this time, picking up right where you left off. Passionate and soft, he kissed you like you were leaving again, and a single tear rolled down your face as you smiled at him.