tom holland/peter parker and steve rogers oneshots

that's my man- tom holland

You were shivering violently as you stood underneath a booth set up by the crew members. One of the directors was standing off to the side, his scarf wrapped tightly around his neck as he kept grumbling under his breath about how the crappy weather was pushing filming back another day, so it'd either be to shoot the next scene in the rain or to cancel filming today altogether.

Adjusting your beanie, you brought your hands up to your mouth and blew hot air onto them, hoping to warm yourself up a bit. But that didn't really seem to do anything.

Currently, you were in the middle of shooting a new Spider-Man movie with your best friend and co-star, Tom Holland, and Mother Nature decided to pay a little unfriendly visit with an abnormally chilly day. It sucked.

"My god," you muttered, slipping your hand in the pocket of your jeans to check your phone for the weather.

10 degrees. Wonderful.

And it was only mid-November.

As of right now, it just seemed like everyone was focusing on warming up instead of proceeding on with the filming. You sat down in one of the fold-up chairs, wrapping your arms tighter around yourself in an attempt to hold in your body heat. Your teeth began chattering from the bitter cold, and it felt as if the rain was trying to lash out at and whip your nose with its icy sting.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Tom standing there, looking rather warm in his thick parka and gloves. You looked at him in envy, wishing that you hadn't forgotten to bring along your coat.

He then proceeded to shrug his jacket off, and you were about to question him on what he was doing, before he came up behind you and draped it around your shoulders. You were enveloped with a sudden, comforting warmth and the smell of his cologne, and let out a sigh.

"Wait, but Tom, what if you get cold---" you began to protest.

"I'm fine, I have a sweater and then another layer underneath that. You need it more than I do, so just keep it on," he insisted.

"You're going to catch a cold!"

"And so will you, if you don't put a jacket on. Zip it up, okay?" He put a hand on your shoulder and you nodded, so you zipped up his jacket all the way and flipped the hood on over your head.

"Thank you," you mumbled.

He sat down in the chair next to you and wrapped an arm around your waist in response, pulling you to him.

Even when you stood up to go inside, he didn't loosen his grip on you, just kept his arm around you as you walked back inside, since the crew had decided it'd be better to cancel filming and hang out for the rest of the day.

Since you had the rest of the day off, but couldn't leave the set, you decided to chill out with Zendaya and Jacob in your trailer.

"So, seeing that we all got invites...are we going to the Met Gala?" you asked everyone.

"Mhm. Speaking of that..." Zendaya hummed, examining her fingernails. "You guys have something to wear? Y/N and I already bought our dresses."

"Sure did," the boys replied in unison.

"Well then, that only leaves one thing."

"What's that?" you questioned.

"You boys have a date?"

"I'm going with my mom," Jacob stated proudly. "Because I don't need a girl."

"Don't have a date," Tom shrugged, causing your heart to flutter with excitement. You wanted to go with him...but you didn't even have the courage to ask.