Darling - A Tom Holland Fanfiction

Chapter 5

Warning: Spoilers about Captain America: The First Avenger

"So, how did things go with your problematic diva?" Anthony asks me, as soon as I start his makeup. I smile and answer:

"It went fine, he apologized and now we're good." Anthony pouts and says in a disappointed tone:

"Oh, come on, I really wanted some tea."

I blush slightly, still embarrassed that Tom kept and brought me back my panties. Obviously, it doesn't go unnoticed by Anthony, who asks:

"Why are you blushing, Sunflower? Come on, spill the tea!" Not wanting to answer him, I decide to 'accidentally' let slip my makeup brush, sending foundation powder in his mouth.

"Oops, sorry! You should stop talking so that doesn't happen again." He rolls his eyes, mumbling that he'll find a way to get his answer, but I ignore him and quickly finish his makeup.

The rest of the day goes by pretty quickly. I avoided Anthony's questions as best as I could and kept hoping Tom didn't burn down my kitchen. When I left this morning, he was still asleep, so I couldn't make sure he knew how to use an oven or a stove. I'm not saying that I don't trust him, but even Harrison said it; he's used to have people do things for him. When Anthony finally tells me that I'm done for the day, I rush back to my apartment. I don't know what I was expecting once I got there, but definitely not Tom, sitting on my couch, eating popcorn in front of the TV. When he sees me, he quickly turns it off and says:

"Hi B.! How was your day?"

"Great, thanks. What were you watching?"

"Uh, nothing!" He answers a bit too quickly.

"Tom, if you want to watch your 18+ movies, please don't do it in my living room! This is still my apartment."

"I swear, I wouldn't do that!" He replies.

"Okay, fine, so what were you watching?"

"I'd rather not tell you; it's embarrassing!" I roll my eyes, grab the remote from his hands, mumbling "can't be worse than an 18+ movie," and turn the TV on.

Once again, I don't know what I was expecting, but definitely not that. I stay quiet as I stare at the TV, watching Robert Downey Junior tell a sad-looking Tom wearing a tight red suit:

"Previously on Peter Screws the Pooch: I tell you to stay away from this. Instead, you hacked a multimillion-dollar suit so you could sneak around behind my back doing the one thing I told you not to do." I turn to Tom, about to say something, but he quickly tells me "just watch," before saying, perfectly synchronized with his character:

"Is everyone okay?"

"No thanks to you."

"No thanks to me?" Tom keeps talking, getting up from the couch and walking closer to the TV. "Those weapons were out there, and I tried to tell you about it. But you didn't listen. None of this would've happened if you had just listened to me. If you even cared, you'd actually be here." On these words, Iron Man gets out of his suit, and Tom gasps next to me. I can't believe what is happening in front of me.

"I did listen, kid. Who do you think called the FBI, huh? Do you know that I was the only one who believed in you? Everyone else said I was crazy to recruit a 14-year-old kid."

"I'm fifteen." I think Tom forgot I'm still watching him doing whatever he is doing. I decide I've seen enough, so I shut the TV, before telling him:

"No, you're 24, and you're watching your own scenes for that Iron Man movie, reciting your lines at 5 p.m. on a Friday night." Tom gets offended and says: