Peter Parker (Tom Holland) imagines

training

y/n pov:

"Y/N wake up," Peter, my best friend shook me awake.

"Mmhm, 10 more minutes," I mumbled.

"No, we have training we need to get to," he said.

"But I don't wanna," I groaned.

"Well your gonna,"

"Noo," I snuggled into my pillows and blankets and I felt them get ripped of my body.

"PETER!" I yelled.

"Training. Now." He said.

I sat up and put my contacts in, shooting him a dirty look.

"I hate you," I grumbled.

"No you don't. Now get your lazy ass out of bed and put your training clothes on,"

"Fine," I got out of bed and grabbed a sports bra, leggings and a tank top.

I brushed my teeth and put my hair up into a ponytail.

I walked out.

"You ready now?" Peter asked.

I shot him a dirty look.

"Lets go,"

We walked to the training arena place and I took my tank top off.

Peter was running around, climbing walls and stuff.

I started doing it too. We did it for about 3 or 4 hours.

I was called Vena, basically the girl version of Spiderman.

I was still learning the ropes of things and Peter was teaching me.

"Ready Y/N?" He asked.

I nodded, crawling up the ceiling.

"Drop down in three, two, one,"

He dropped and I still stayed on the ceiling.

"Come on, Y/N. you got this,"

"Peter I'm scared,"

"I'm right here," he called out.

I took a deep breath in and I dropped, flipping so I would land on my hands and feet.

I shut my eyes tightly and when I opened them I saw I was in the ground.

"I did it!"

"You did, now," he said, pulling something out of his pockets.

"We're gonna teach you how to use web shooters,"

"Peter I-"

"Shhh," he whispered.

He handed me the webshooters and I placed them on my wrist.

"Okay, try it first," he said.

I nodded.

And did what Peter did. Nothing.

"It's not working," I groaned.

He chuckled.

"Here," he said, wrapping his arms around my body.

"Open your hand," his hands opened them.

"Your going to point it, like this,"

He showed me and moved my hand and arm to help me.

His chest was pressed against my back, his head resting on my shoulders. I was blushing because of how incredibly close we were.

"And you press the button in the middle with your two fingers, softly," he slightly helped me press the button and a web shot out.

"And you have it," he said.

I nodded.

"I-uh-,"

"Try it by yourself," he brought his arms down.

I tried it and it worked, but it wasn't that good.

"That was good, but try this," he said, wrapping his arm around me.

His lips were almost touching mine.

"P-Peter,"

"Shhh," he whispered, pulling me in.

He closed the gap from in between our lips.

Fireworks exploded inside of my stomach and he rested his hands on my waist.

When I pulled away I looked up at him.

"Peter, what was that for?"

"Well, everyone spreads rumors that we're dating, in both the Superhero and real world, so I thought, why don't we just make the rumors true?" He said.

"What do you say? Should we make the rumors true?"

I smiled, my fingers tapping his shoulder.

"Welll, I mean I think I may be to busy for a boyfriend,"

He looked at me, a sad look in his eyes.

"I'm joking, I'd love to make the rumors true, Peter," I smiled.

He nodded, wrapping his arm around my waist.

"Good," he smiled.

"Yeah,"

"Good,"