Peter Parker (Tom Holland) imagines

hurt

y/n pov:

I heard someone fall into my room, closing my window.

I put my phone down on my night stand and saw a red and blue suit. Spiderman. I grabbed my glasses to make sure I wasn't hallucinating.

"Spiderman?" I asked, crawling out of bed.

He was holding onto his leg.

"Listen Y/N I need you to fix my l-"

"H-How do you know my name?" I asked.

"Please Y/N just-"

"O-o-ow," he groaned out.

"Try to be quiet, please. I'll go grab my first aid kit," I said, silently running to the bathroom across my hall and grabbed the kit and dampened some washcloths, running back in.

I came back in and saw where he was grabbing.

"I need you to take your suit off," I said.

He sat up a bit.

"I can't," he said.

"You have to," I bent down, looking into where I thought his eyes were.

"Y/N-"

"It's the only way, I-I'm sorry,"

"Okay. Just listen, ahead of time- please," he said.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I would of told you sooner but-"

He pulled his mask off and I looked at his face.

The chocolate down eyes looking back at me could only belong to one person.

My best friend, Peter Parker.

"Peter?" I groaned.

"Please Y/N, just help me," he groaned.

He was definitely in pain- true look in his eyes, his face was a bit pale.

"You-"

He nodded and pressed his hand onto his chest, the suit getting a bit bigger.

I stood up and held my arm out for him to grab onto, helping him to stand up to take the suit off.

As soon as it slipped off of his leg I let out a gasp, look at the huge, bloody gash on his thigh.

I helped him sit down on the bed, then turned on a light to help me see his cut better.

"Y/N I-"

"Shush," I said.

I took the dampened washcloth and began to clean out the cut.

He winced as I dabbed and cleaned the blood away.

When the blood was gone, I saw that it was deep but didn't need stitches.

I took a big q-tip, putting some healing ointment on it, causing him to take a deep breath in.

I took some gauze and placed it down over it, wrapping his leg softly with it.

Then I put some medical tape and sports wrap to hold it down.

I gave him some pain medicine to ease the pain.

"Thank you, Y/N," he said.

"Stay the night here. No battles for at least two weeks, and here's some shorts you left at my house last week," I tossed him the shorts and he stood up, pulling his shorts back on.

We sat in silence until he stood up, walking towards me. His leg was feeling better and he pain was gone, obviously.

"Y/N," he said.

"Talk to me,"

I didn't answer.

"Y/N," his voice cracked a bit.

"What do you want me to say, Parker?!" I yelled at him. I only called him Parker when I wanted something or when I was mad, which was almost never.

"Anything," he said.

"Like what your doing is dangerous and you could die?" I yelled.

"That your being dumb and I want you to stop? Are you happy now Parker?" I asked.

"Y/N I'm not gonna -"

"Shut up!" I yelled, punching his bare chest.

"Just shut up! Don't say your not gonna die because you could! You totally could! Take tonight for example! You could of died, Parker! What if you got a cut on your head or chest? What if I couldnt fix it? Your being dumb! You could die and you don't even realize it" I screamed, tears filling my eyes.

"Did you ever think of how I would feel if you died, Parker? No! You didnt ! Because you don't think about the other people around you! You could of died!" I screamed, punching his chest.

"You could of died!" I kept punching his chest.

"You could of-" I broke down, sobbing.

"Y-you could of-"

I placed my hands on his chest and buried my face into it, sobbing.

He didn't do anything at first, but then wrapped his arms around me.

He rubbed my back softly, trying to calm me down.

"Y/N look at me," I refused.

"Look at me, please!"

I looked into his eyes, seeing they were a bit teary too.

"I'm not dead, Y/N. I'm not, I'm right here in front of you, alive," he whispered to me.

"But you could die," I cried.

"You could die in the future,"

"I'm not going to," he promised.

"I'm not going to die, I promise you, Y/N. I'll always be right here,"

I sniffed and he wiped my tears away.

"Please don't cry, Y/N. I know that this is a little scary, I know. I know your scared for me, but I promise you, you don't have to be. I'm going to be fine. I'm going to be right here the whole time," he whispered, his words comforting me.

"I won't leave,"

I looked up at him, my hands on his chest.

"Promise?"

He pressed his lips to my forehead.

"Promise,"

He wrapped his arms around me again, pulling me into his warm, bare, chest.

"Why don't we just watch some movies and cuddle, okay?"

I nodded and crawled into my bed, him following after.

I snuggled next to him, his arm wrapped around me as I turned my projector on, letting Peter chose a movie for us to watch.

"How about Moana, or Superman?"

"Superman," I said.

"Superman it is," he said, clicking Superman.

Let's just say we watched all of the Superhero movies on Netflix that night before I was half conscious and half not.

"Goodnight, Y/N. I love you," he kissed the top of my forehead.

Should I wake up and tell him I loved him too? Or should I- I'll do it.

"Goodnight, Peter. I love you too," I yawned.