Tom Holland Imagines!

Golden lights (peter parker)

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"So you're going to be there, right underoos?" Tony asks, taking a bite out of his apple, then leaned on the counter a few seconds later when he didn't receive a response. "Parker?" He tried again but was as unsuccessful as the first time. I can't help it though, whenever she is in the room. The only focus I have is on her. Her smile can light up the darkest rooms, or make my grey days sunny again. She has the brightest eyes I've ever seen, sparkling like a new diamond ring. Her personality was very different opposed to mine, but that's what people always say: opposites attract. Y/N's the one where when she walks into a room every head turns in her direction, whereas I would rather be off in the corner keeping to myself. I'm still like that to an extent, but it's not as bad as it was when I was in high school. She had cracked that shy shell. Not only was she amazing as a person, but as an Avenger, she kicks ass.

There were a handful of times where I had won, but ninety-nine percent of the time, the victory was always hers. But that only made me push harder, and it wasn't long before I started docking up the wins. She never likes losing, but I remember her telling me that I was her only exception. That made my heart swell. "It's a good thing I like you, Parker, or else I'd be pissed off right now."

I didn't even know I had fallen for her until that day. It was a Friday night in the middle of January. Snow and ice covered multiple windows of the tower that was hosting another one of Tony's parties. There was no rhyme or reason for this one, in particular, just the fact that he thought everyone could use a night to let loose. Even though I was twenty-one, I wasn't big on alcohol. I never saw the hype about it either.

All it did was make you do dumb stuff without a care in the world, and it didn't taste that great, to be honest. The party was winding down, and I was standing in the living room next to Steve while the rest of the Avengers sat on the three yellow couches crowded around the glass coffee table.

Even though it was impossible for Steve to get drunk, he was sipping on the beer he held, while I stuck to a bottle of water. The two of us were leaning against the railing, watching Clint ramble on about the theory of how no one could pick up Thor's hammer while the other's were engrossed in their own conversation. "But it's a trick!" Clint scoffed, twirling a drumstick between his fingers. He was a little bit tipsy.

Thor took a sip of his beer, then laughed. "No, no, it's much more than that."
Clint waved his hand, then pointed to the hammer sitting on the coffee table as he mocked the oath regarding the weapon. "Whatever man, it's a trick!"
Thor laughed again, then gestured Mjölnir. "Well please, be my guest." The room went quiet then, and I smiled as Clint got up from his spot next to Maria, strolling over like it was nothing. "Clint, you've had a tough week we won't hold it against you if you can't get it up," Tony said, causing some chuckling amongst us.

I didn't notice the sudden presence to my left since I was so focused on Clint attempt to try and lift it, then fail. Looking over, I saw Y/N swirling what was left of her wine in her glass. She was standing rather close to me, with her hand resting on the railing behind my back. When she locked her sparkling eyes with mine and smiled warmly, I felt a flutter in my chest. My cheeks reddened, turning away abruptly to find Tony trying to lift up the hammer and failing just like Clint. "Be right back," He mumbled before disappearing down to his lab, probably to retrieve his suit.

"You look nice tonight." Y/N said softly, gesturing to the black slacks and button-up shirt I wore on rare occasions, but Tony insisted that everyone was going to be dressing up. I felt this strange feeling in the pit of my stomach, almost like knots twisting together tightly.

"T-thanks, so do you." The dress she wore hugged her figure nicely, stopping just at her knees, and the neckline was cut in a deep v while the sleeves hung off of her shoulders. As for the color, it was a beautiful vibrant red that matched her stained lips perfectly. She looked so gorgeous that night that I couldn't maintain eye contact without turning as red as that dress.