Tom Holland and Peter Parker one-shots 4.0

The child spy *part 3* (Mob boss!AU, Tom Holland)

Shout-out to lorenariv2003 who commented pretty much the whole idea for this part :)

I sat at the makeup table that was in my room, the icy feeling of the metal cuff around my ankle barely noticeable anymore as I did my skincare routine. I looked at the door through the table's mirror as it opened, my heart fluttering in my chest as Tom walked in.

"Hey, sweetheart. How are you doing?" He asked, the boy looking as good as ever in his suit as he came up behind me and gently rested his hands on my shoulders.

"I'm okay, Tommy. I'm okay." I nodded and gave him a small smile, making him return it as he leant down and kissed my cheek. I had now been Tom's prisoner for two months, and things had changed dramatically since our first encounter in this room. On that day, Tom had understandably been angry, full of rage, the only thing in his sights being my death. But it hadn't taken long for that to change. Within days, Tom had started bringing me my meals instead of the staff, the boy beginning to be kind to me again the longer that he kept me. And the further away my previously certain fate of death was. Now it was at the point where whilst I was still a prisoner, the chain and ankle cuff that kept me confined to my room was long enough to allow me to comfortably roam around the space, and Tom would come and see me regularly and would let me out of both the restraint and my room under his supervision. I was falling more in love with him every day, just like I had done when we first met a decade and a half ago, and I could tell by the way that he was treating me with increased kindness by the day that Tom also felt this.

"I have a present for you, darling." He mumbled, his lips still pressed to my cheek as he leant forward, and gently placed the small present box onto my table. My eyebrows furrowed as I looked over my shoulder at him.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Look and see, my love." He chuckled, making me playfully roll my eyes and shake my head as I looked back at the box. I picked it up and pulled the lid off. Immediately, my eyes wavered. I choked, my lips quivering and parting at the sight of the two keys sitting in the container. The two keys to my room door...and to my restraint.

"Tommy, what? I-I don't understand." I choked and shook my head as I returned my gaze back to him. He gave me a small smile.

"You're no longer my prisoner, darling. You're free to stay as my guest, as my...friend...but you won't be confined anymore. I'm letting you go." He nodded as he straightened back up behind me and put his hands into his trouser pockets. I stared at him with wide eyes, my heart racing in my chest at the idea that he was actually letting me go. If I wanted to go, that was.

"What happened to killing me-."

"Both of us know that I was never going to do that." He scoffed and shook his head. I bit my lip and nodded, this gesture only making me fall for the boy more as I stood up. He looked at me, his gaze flicking in between my eyes and my lips as I stepped forward, and wrapped my arms around him in a tight hug. Tom returned it, his face nuzzling into my hair and his strong arms wrapping around my waist as we stood there and just held each other.

"Thank you." I whispered into his ear before pulling away. But then he stopped me. I gulped, Tom's Adam's apple bobbing with the same gesture as he had stopped me so that our faces were only an inch or so apart. So that our lips were only an inch or so apart. I watched him carefully, my mind and heart begging him to do anything, to make the move that we could both see that he wanted to make as he looked down at my lips. And yet...he obviously decided not to.

"Like I said, love, you're welcome to stay here freely, but let me know at any point if you do want to leave, and I'll have a car arranged for you. Whether that be to leave to go shopping, or out...or whether that be to leave me." He nodded, his eyes wavering as he pulled away and gently removed his arms from around me. I gulped and nodded, my gaze also wavering at how broken Tom looked at the thought of me walking out of his life again. Little did he know that I had no intention of leaving him again. This time, I was here to stay.