Tom Holland Imagines

Names and Other Useless Things (Secret Agent!Tom)

The beginning might be kind of confusing but just so you kind of have an image in your mind, the older woman is Scarlett Johansson (you'll see what I mean)

apprentice!Tom Holland x apprentice!Reader

The two women walked into the building, every man that stood in their path moved quickly upon seeing their faces. One wore a black dress with a leather jacket and leather boots, her hair black in the roots but cherry red on the bottom. The other wore a black jumpsuit with knee-high boots. Her hair was a natural red hair in one long braid.

The French double doors opened to them as they made their way inside the conference room. Two men were sitting at the long conference table, both wearing suits, one looked particularly young and the other, most likely his teacher, an older man.

"Nice of you to join us," The older man said, standing up and motioning to his apprentice to do the same.

"I only agreed to this Robert because you said it was an emergency," The older woman that was wearing the jumpsuit said, stopping at the opposite end of the table, the other woman stopping behind her.

"Yes, we will discuss the matter later, let me introduce you to my apprentice, Tom Holland," Robert said, gesturing to the young man to his left. The man, Tom Holland, nodded his head at the woman and she nodded back.

"This is my apprentice," She said turning around and beckoned the young woman to stand next to her. She didn't speak, the expression on her face cold and uninterested in the two men.

Robert nodded.

"We hope that you both made are comfortable with your stay here. Our home is your home," He said and the woman nodded turning around and making her way out of the room, the young woman right on her heels.

Once they were gone, Tom turned to his mentor.

"Who is the girl?" He asked and Robert looked over at him.

"An apprentice. Weren't you listening?" Robert asked, his attention turning partially to the papers in front of him.

"I heard that but what's her name?" He asked and Robert sighed.

"Well if you're so inclined to know, go ask her yourself," He said and Tom nodded before standing up. "Just remember that we eat at six," Robert said, not looking up from his paperwork.

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The young woman sat on the bed, looking around the room. It was much bigger than her own, the windows were floor-length and there was a king-sized bed. She looked around the room, feeling small.

"Are you just going to sit there all day?" Her mentor asked, setting her clothing bag down on the bed next to her.

"No of course not," The girl said, standing up to help her.

"We will be attending dinner with Robert at six. I do expect you to make conversation," her mentor said, giving her apprentice and look similar to a mother lecturing her child. The young woman sighed.

"You know I'm not good at being social," She whined and her mentor raised her eyebrows.

"You were taught to be the best of the best, have formal conversations as well as know-how to protect yourself. You were raised for this life so you will attend the dinner tonight and you will converse with the others in attendance," she said, her voice low as she gave her orders. The young woman nodded, starting to unpack her clothing as her mentor walked out of the room.

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"Hello," The young woman looked to her right. Tom pulled out the chair and sat next to her.

"Hi," The girl said, turning back to her plate. She had hardly touched her food until her mentor had told her not to be disrespectful.