Tom Holland IMAGINES

Nighmares part 2 (peter parker)

Original. I take requests.

*2nd person*

"Holy shit?!?!" Peter said violently. "Tony she's barely breathing!"

"That's Mr.Stark." Tony replied.

"No."

Peter stomped over to Tony and punched him up against a wall.

"Now you save her or things won't go so well for you." Peter said while holding the collar of Tony's shirt. Then he slowly let go and backed away.

"My God. I can't believe you let this happen." Peters fists were clenched in anger.

He went back over to the table where you sat lightly breathing and pushed some hair out of your face.

"I'm waking her up." Peter said.

"Fine." Tony responded.

Peter lightly set his hand on your shoulder and gave you a shake. "Hey, baby it's alright now." He said in a light whisper.

"Alright... there's glass everywhere." Tony said.

"Shut up!" Peter yelled.

He kept shaking you and whispering to you. But then his voice got louder as time passed and you didn't wake up.
It had been 2 hours. Tony had swept up all the glass and gotten new machines and hooked them up to monitor your heart.

Peter was terrified. A tear dropped down his cheek. "Mr. Stark, why won't she wake up."

"I'm not sure yet." He put a hand in Peters back. " I'm doing all I can to find out."

"All you can?!?" Peter again was furious.

"I'm sorry bud but this wasn't me. This was going to happen eventually, no matter where, it was better that she was here."

Peer nodded and sat down next to you.

"I love you." He kisses your forehead and laid his head on your chest.

Tony rubbed Peters back. "I really am sorry."

"I know...I know."

2 hours quickly turned to 2 weeks. And still no response. Aunt May had stopped by and brought flowers and comforted Peter. I guess the good thing about you having no family was no crazy family members worried right now. Peter was your only family and he was always there when you needed him. He was the only family you needed.

Peter had left your side one time since you went into a coma. But it was only to grab clean clothes for you both. Tony moved you out of his lab and into a real  room and Peter slept beside you.

6 months had passed.

As the days had gone by Peter had basically worked up a routine.

"Good Morning baby." He'd say as he sat up.

You didn't respond as you were unconscious.
He would go down and eat breakfast with Tony.
Then he would come back upstairs and shower.
He would get dressed and place a tiny sweet kiss on your head. 

"I'll always love you." He would say.

Then he would leave to go grab food and fresh clothes. Tony would only provide breakfast.

This now went on every day. Every day the same words. Every day the same actions. For five months.

But today was different.

Peter woke up and jumped into the bed that you were laying in.

"So...um... I had a dream last night." He stroked your hair. "We were married. We had a seven year old son named Ben. He had your nose and your beautiful and contagious smile. It was superhero day at his school and the only thing the kids did that day write who their hero was and why." Peter laughed and grabbed your hand. "He wrote about you. He said, my hero is my mom, she's strong and very pretty. She always looks out for me and keeps me and daddy safe. She always reads me a book and tucks me into bed. You were a great mom. And I have no clue how I remembered all of that. I guess it just meant that much to me." Then he stood up. "Today Tony is going to run some tests, but I'll be by your side the whole time. Don't worry."

Peter got into slightly better clothes than the ones he was in. Then Tony knocked at the door.

"I'm ready."

Tony walked in.
He sat a machine by your bed.

"Are you ready Peter?" Tony kept talking but Peter didn't hear anything, just quiet.

Peter sheepishly nodded.

"Um... yeah i guess."

Tony pushed a couple buttons sending ominous beeps echoing through the room. Then he grabbed a needle and began to move towards your arm.

"Wait no!!!" Peter shouted. "What did you say before?"

"Peter... ugh fine. The content in this needle will possibly cause her to lose all ability to move her right arm."

"What the hell. No!" Peter shouted slightly pushing Tony away.

"Doctors are going to poke and prod at her with worse than this. It will be ok."

"One last kiss." Peter said.

He slowly bent over and placed a kiss on your forehead. "Screw it." He put his hands on the side of your face and pulled your mouth inches from his. "I love you." He whispered and kissed you. His lips touched yours and it was like the entire world stopped to watch the moment. But... a boy kissing an unconscious girl? What was there to watch?

Peter released from the kiss. His face lingered over yours, "I still and will always love you. No matter what happens."

He placed the last kiss on your head. He intertwined his fingers in yours.

You squeezed it lightly.

"SHE SQUEEZED MY HAND!" Peter yelled.

"Impossible."

Then your eyes fluttered open.
You took a deep breath and wrapped your self around Peter.
Peter held on like there was no tomorrow. Tears ran down his face.

"You're.... you're awake." He sputtered out.

Tony stood there shocked. "I'm over here spending billions of dollars on special machines and the answer was true loves kiss." He said sarcastically.

"I heard it all." You said faintly. You were still regaining your voice. "Every morning and every night. I felt every kiss. I heard your screams. But I was stuck in a dark room. And I couldn't move. It was like torture." You started crying and clinging onto Peter.

"It's ok, everything is ok."

Tony took his machine and left the room. You and Peter just laid in the bed. He played with your hair and you held onto his free hand tightly.

"I'll always love you too Peter Parker."

THE END! I feel like I slaughtered that. Please let me know.