Tom Holland Imagines

Spider Man & Abbys // P.P.

Y/N was sitting next to Peter on the couch as their eyes were focused on the movie playing on the TV; they were anxiously waiting for May to go to her night shift at the hospital so they could finally be left alone. Both teenagers loved May, but she had been talking with the two since they got back from school and had barely left them alone.

The moment May locked the door behind her, Peter dragged Y/N into his lap, making her giggle at his eagerness. She straddled his hips and wrapped her arms around his neck. Peter's eyes were focused on Y/N's lips as he pulled her close and connected his lips to her in the slow kiss they had both been waiting for. Peter's hands slowly moved down her body until they rested very low on her waist.  Peter slid his hands under Y/N's shirt and rested them at her sides. He squeezed her sides softly and she separated from the kiss as a groan of pain left her parted lips. She slid off his lap and removed his hands from her sides.

Peter frowned at his girlfriend's actions and moved closer to her, but she flinched away from his touch, which just worried him even more, "What's wrong?" He asked softly in a worried tone.

"Nothing, I swear I'm fine," She was quick to respond but Peter shook his head as he remembered how weird she had been all day and how slow she was walking next to him, with a slight limp on her step.

It wasn't the first time something like that had happened either, in fact, Peter could remember at least five times where his girlfriend had arrived at school with a badly covered bruise or scratches on her face, any kind of injury, "Babe, please," He grasped the hem of her shirt and looked into her eyes, Y/N just sighed and nodded, he raised her shirt so he could examine her sides. It wasn't nearly as bad as Peter thought; she only had a small bruise on her left rib.

He lowered her shirt back down and little did he know she almost let out a sigh of relief, thankful that he hadn't seen all the bruises on her chest and legs. Y/N knew Peter would ask so before he could, she spoke up, "I hit my side on the corner of the laboratory table the other day. MJ and I were messing around and it just happened," Peter sighed, he was suspicious and made the mental note to ask MJ about it the next day.
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It had been a few weeks since the bruise thing. Peter had asked MJ about it and she confirmed the story but refused to give him any more details which drove him to have a talk with May about it.

"I think Y/N might be a superhero too. I mean, all her bruises and all her sudden disappearances," He mumbled, May almost spit out the coffee she was drinking, "Isn't that too far-fetched Peter? I mean, she's given you an explanation to every bruise you've found, right?

"Yeah, but-"

"And you've been able to verify that it's true, yes?" Peter sighed but nodded, she nodded too, "Then that's your answer, we know she's a very clumsy girl Peter. Just trust her, ok?" She dropped the conversation and he didn't even think to talk more about it, he just sat in silence and ate breakfast with his aunt.

His mind was still going a mile a minute. Things had been crazy in his alter-ego's world as of late, he had barely slept because of how much time he would spend out in the streets of New York. After he heard about Carnage's escape from prison, Peter had tried to track him down with Ned's help.

Peter found the orphanage where Cletus Kassady, Carnage's host had spent most of his childhood in. The day he visited the destroyed place, Peter was almost killed by the powerful villain and his ally. He had met Abbys for the first time that night and the perverse villain would continue to haunt the few hours of sleep he managed to have.

The few Avengers that were still alive told him to drop it, that Sam and Bucky were very capable of taking care of Carnage on his own. For the first time, he listened, because had been severely injured. Not many weeks passed since Abbys showed up to have a talk with the superhero.