Marvel (avengers) smut/one shots

Tom holland|it's okay.

The flat had been silent until the sounds of a key unlocking the door had erupted. You weren't asleep, of course. You were up wondering where tom had been, as you had been, for the past nine days.

He left and came as he pleased, you two would fight during the middle of the night when he came home, though you were not going to fight anymore.

You didn't want to let him go, you never let anything go, even if it hurts more for them to stay.

His footsteps approached the bedroom, you can hear him shuffling through the living room and setting down his coat on the rack, along with his shoes.

He enters the room and sees you with one knee up, the other down, in your off shoulder oversized hoodie, you focused on the window to your right.

He sighs and you look up at him,
'We're not doing this tonight-we'll do it in the morning, y/n'

You pursed your lips for a minute and exhaled.

'well, where have you been'

You were speaking in a soft voice, yet one that was heard. Not much emotion shown.

'It's fine. We fight about this every night.'

Well, of course. You don't know where he is and he runs around during the night without answering your calls and texts, he could easily get hurt.

'Okay.'

You say simply and lay down, curling into a sort of ball and turning back to the right side of you.

He furrowed his eyebrows and set his stuff down, he got into his boxers and slipped into the bed.

'so...you're not mad?'

'No. I was never mad.'

'Oh'

He sat up straight on the bed.

'Well, what were you then.'

Your look was sad, the epitome of melancholy. You sat up and turned to him, you were now both facing each other on the bed, but you were looking down and fiddling with your hands.

He reached out for them and took them into his hands.

'I'm not mad, tom. I just-I can't help but be hurt, okay? And no, I don't want to fight because I really can't lose you. Not you.'

You were quietly panting, your breath hitches.

'Oh no, no I apologize. I know I'm wrong. I know it's all wrong, what I've done. I-I just got overwhelmed and I went out and I-'

'N-no it's okay—tom. It is. It's okay, it's fine. It's all okay, now, right?'

He nodded but that guilty look hadn't left him.

You asked to cuddle with him, he couldn't help but think what you were doing these past nine days. Of course, he only looked at it from his perspective, what he did.

Oh it pained him, too. Yet he knew you were the one hurt.

So of course, he hid that he was hurt, again.

It didn't end well the last time, how on earth would it end, now?