✓ TOM HOLLAND IMAGINES [BOOK 1/2]

Lost 🐙 Peter Parker

I really need to stop writing Angsty imagines but i'm a saddo and this is my way

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Peter wasn't the one to miss a day off school. He would come into the hell hole with a bullet wound and wouldn't blink an eye lash. You knew this because you were the one who always pestered him when he did come into school with an injury. You had been the first one to find out about Peter's ordeal being the web - slinger and your first impression on him was the fact that you were borderline friends with a super hero. However, your second impression was keeping Peter safe.

One night, after a late night walk in the park with Peter, he stopped answering your phone calls, text messages and voice mails. It carried on over the course of a week and he had stopped showing up to school. You had made numerous trips to the Avengers Tower, asking for him but he never showed. Mr. Stark had told you he hadn't seen the kid in weeks and if anything were to come up to let him know. But it still had you wondering. What had happened to in infamous Peter Parker?

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You were getting sick of the nagging in the back of your brain. It was almost like torture. It would come on in chemistry, when you caught sight of the empty desk where Peter was supposed to be sat, or gym when you saw Ned paired with an unfamiliar partner, or when you scanned through the Daily Bugle and didn't see Peter's pictures. You were constantly wondering where on earth your best friend had gotten to.

The nagging at school was one thing, but when you got home it would usually stop. That was up until now. Every time your phone rang your heart skipped a beat hoping it would be Peter, but it never was. And now, halfway through the weekend you were getting sick of not hearing from your best friend. You feared the worst, but hoped for the best. So, picking up your bag, you crawled out of your window at almost 9pm, sliding down the drain pipe and avoiding the window to the driveway before making your walk down the street to Peter's apartment.

Upon arriving, the lobby was practically empty, giving you a clear shot smile to the manager who was sitting at the front desk. He smiled back, before watching you pace frantically down the hallway and towards the stairs. You almost tripped up three flights your feet were moving so quickly, and almost felt bad for disturbing the Parker's so late at night. That got you thinking. May would be asleep by now.

You stopped in your tracks, taking a few steps back before running back down the hallway, back down the flight of stairs, back through the lobby earning a more than confused look from the manager and outside to the back. You had to scramble through some thorn bushes before finally reaching the fire escape that shot straight up to Peter's bedroom window. You weren't a fan of heights, and almost passed out half way up the ladder. However, finally making it to the balcony, you slipped over the railings and slowed down your movements.

The room was dark, no light prevailing through the window. You scrunched your eye brows together before taking the hair pin out of your bun and slipping it through the wooden crack, separating the window frame from the ledge and unlocking the small bolt that kept them together. The lock clicked, unlocking the window and it popped up slightly. You pushed on the glass panel, sliding it upwards as quietly as you could and slid into Peter's bedroom. There were masses amounts of Lego placed on the window cill, and you had to catch yourself from falling as you almost missed the ledge and went tumbling onto Peter's bedroom floor.

Making it in safely, you dusted yourself off before switching on the lamb on his desk. Turning around, your heart skipped a beat. Peter was lying with his head placed on top of a science book, holding the page down as he snored gently. He was still wearing his trainers, making you sigh with a smile, shaking your head. Typical Peter. Your eyes trailed around his room which you had been in so many times. The familiar posters on the wall and the occasional shirt lying on the ground.

Peter fidgeted suddenly, making you almost jump from your own skin. Thankfully, he didn't wake up, and you reformed your heart from bursting by taking a deep breath. Looking down, you saw the blanket he had mindlessly kicked off of his bed lying amongst the odd pencil or book. You picked it up slowly, being cautious to move everything off of it before doing so. You trailed it over him slowly, replacing the book under his head with a pillow. As your hand touched his skin to replace the pieces, you felt his damp cheek press against your palm. Examining him closer, you could see the small red patches under his eyes, his nose was a little runny and his eye lashes were damp. Had... Had he been crying?

Your heart suddenly demanded to know what was wrong, but you couldn't exactly just wake him up in the middle of the night. He would freak out, what were you even doing standing in his bedroom?! To the sound of your dismissal, the bedroom door creaked open, allowing more light to flood onto the bedroom floor. You froze in your tracks, turning your head as your heart stopped. Luckily for you, it was Aunt May, and she was looking at you completely un - surprised. You gave her a cheeky smile, before she gestured you to come over to her.

"May I am so sorry, I know I shouldn't be here but I was so worried about Peter a-"

"I know, I know, Y/N. You don't have to explain yourself" she sighed "You have every right to be worried about him, because I am myself" she whispered. You looked back at Peter, who hadn't moved an inch. She tugged your shirt gently, gesturing you out of the room and she closed the door completely. You were left standing in the hallway, where Aunt May looked at you sweetly. "Peter's been distant lately and there is definitely something wrong with him. He's not the happy go- lucky teenager I know" she chewed on the inside of her lip, folding her arms.

"Well, he hasn't been answering my calls, texts or voice mails for over a week" you added, leaning back against the wall. Aunt May nodded. "You think it could be something to do with the internship?"

"I'm sure he would have told me if it was. Has anything happened at school?"

"He... Hasn't been" you said a little confused, as you instantly presumed Aunt May would know he hadn't been showing up.

"Your kidding? What?"

"Aunt May? I thought you knew, your the one supervising him" you giggled, gesturing towards her. She shook her head quickly.

"Although, that would explain the phone calls" she placed her hand on her chin, scratching it slowly.

"Can I stay here for the night? My dads been a little cranky and, maybe it'll even give me a chance to need out the details about what's going on with this kid" you smiled, shaking your head lightly. Aunt may smiled, nodding.

"Your welcome to stay any time, dear" she rubbed your shoulder gently "The couch is yours for the night"

"Thank you" you giggled "I'll let you get some sleep, sorry for coming around with warning" you frowned gently. She shook her head.

"I know how much you two care about each other, he'd only do the same for you. It was expected" she smiled before walking down the hallway to her bedroom. You blinked a few times, before looking at Peter's bedroom door.

"Tomorrow, I find out what's wrong with you"

To Be Continued...