Tom Holland & Peter Parker Imagines [editing]

Smoking (Peter Parker)

Summary: You get out of a mission and catch Peter outside smoking
Warnings: smoking, swearing
Word Count: 2169
Requests: @lovealllexa @IIILovePeterParker

Your POV:

"Mr Stark I can't just leave for a month!" Peter exclaims, running his hands through his hair whilst the two of us are sat at the conference table in the meeting room.

"Kid you don't have a choice-"

"Yes he does! So do I! We can't just drop school for a whole month in the middle of our degrees!" I argue.

"You two wanted to be Avengers, well, this is part of it" Tony raises his voice and Peter just stands up, walking out of the room and slamming the door behind him. Tony and I both watch as the glass cracks. Im not surprised.

"Kids" He sighs and I look to him.

"Just shut up" I huff, sitting down and Tony lets out an exaggerated sigh, leaning on the table.

"The mission is important-"

"I don't care! Tony we have finals a week after we would get back! Get someone else to do it!" I tell him, getting even more annoyed. He was so happy we got into MIT. And now he's trying to get us to do this? No.

"You're smart enough already!" He tries to defend and I roll my eyes, "What's the difference! You're going to be working here anyway as an Avenger once you're done!"

I look up to him. Is he serious? "We literally discussed this before you hired us as Avengers! It's not a full time job! I want to get a real job and a real house! Not spend my whole life in the fucking Avengers Compound!" I shout.

"Don't you dare swear at me" He raises his voice, but I refuse to back down.

"I am not going to sit around my whole life just in case the world goes to shit and we have to save it. What do you think that's going to happen every day?! That's the reason I agreed to be an Avenger, to help you save the world when you needed-"

"You listen to me now-"

"You let me finish!" I cut him off, "I agreed to help you save the world when you needed it. That was my job as an Avenger, same as Peter. Not to be the people who you send on missions that you don't think are good enough for you to do! You want to get it done! Do it yourself!"

"You're on very thin ice" Tony warns and I just stand up, practically feeling the steam leaving my ears. Im so fucking pissed off.

"Have fun on your mission Tony because we sure as hell aren't doing it" I say, the tone of my voice cold as I walk out, slamming the door behind me. Much to my dismay it doesn't smash. This is the one moment I wish I had some of that damn super strength.

I head upstairs, going to find Peter and I see his bedroom door open. "Peter? You in here?" I ask, walking in. I scan the room, looking in any possible places but don't find him.

I look around the whole compound, getting a little concerned. He hasn't got his suit with him, so he couldn't have left. His suits back in Queens at May's.

I open the roof, last possible place and I look to the right, seeing Peter scrambling and hiding a hand beside him, sat against the wall as his wide eyes meet mine.

"Hey what are you doing up here?" I ask and he just shrugs, but then the scent hits me like a damn truck. I shut the door, looking at him confused. Then I stand in front of him and he hides a hand behind his back.

"Peter!" I gasp, crouching down and grabbing his arm now I got a glimpse of it. His hand gets pulled away from behind his back and I see it, a lit cigarette. "Why are you smoking?!" I exclaim and he turns his head, coughing out a bit of smoke he was obviously holding in.