Peter Parker (Tom Holland) imagines

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I groaned, as I fell to the ground, again.

My hair was falling out of my bun and I hit the ground with the palms of my hands.

I saw a pair of feet stand in front of me, looking up to see Peter.

"Are you okay?"

I groaned and shook my head, moving to sit back.

"I guess,"

He sighed, sitting down across from me.

"Are you sure?"

I shook my head and he moved closer to me, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"What's up?" He asked.

I sighed.

"Just everything, Pete. We're training for a war that's bound to happen any minute and have to act like everything is normal. It's not, Peter," I explained, playing with my fingers.

"I know," he sighed, sitting back.

"But it's gonna be okay, Y/N. We're going to all be fine, I promise,"

I groaned.

"I guess so,"

"Y/N, Sam is here to meet you," FRIDAY said.

"I gotta go, Pete. I'm sorry," I said standing up.

He nodded and stood up, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"It's going to be okay,"

I nodded and walked off to my room, seeing Sam there.

"Hey!" I smiled.

"Hi,"

"What's up?" I asked, noticing he was sad.

He sighed sitting down on my bed. I sat next to him.

"Y/N, we need to break up," he said, looking at me.

"W-what?"

"W-why?"

He chuckled.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, I really am but there's this other girl, we've been seeing each other for about 6 months, and I-I don't want to go into detail, I want to spare your feelings,"

"You could of spared my feelings by telling me earlier, asshole," I sniffed, standing up.

"Y/N, I- I really am sorry, it's just, things were changing and I,"

"Go," I cried.

"Just go, and don't ever talk to me again,"

He left, shutting the door behind him and I laid back on the bed, holding back tears.

I changed out of my training clothes and put on a pair of pajama shorts and a t-shirt off of the ground.

Tears threatened to fall the entire time, and I walked to go to the kitchen to get food.

"Y/N! How's Sam?" Nat asked.

That was it. I broke.

Tears streamed out if my eyes and I ran away crying, not wanting to deal with anyone. Or anything.

I ran past Peter's room and bumped into something hard.

I fell back, the person wrapping their arms around my waist so I didn't fall.

"You okay, Y/N?"

I looked up saw Peter, shaking my head.

His eyes widened when he saw my tearstained face and he pulled me into his room, closing the door behind him.