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After meeting Tom back in late 2014 at one of Harrison’s parties, the two of you quickly began dating. You were already growing quickly on YouTube at the time but kept your relationship out of the spotlight for months. You had been there through the entirety of his audition process for Spider-Man and you couldn’t be prouder of him. A few months ago, after a dinner filled with laughter, memories, and fairy lights, he had asked you to be his forever. The proposal was absolutely perfect and you could tell he had put a lot of planning into it, which made the gesture even more special. With both of you having busy schedules, you had decided to take it slow and plan whenever you had time. You had already been out dress shopping once but with no luck and Tom had asked Harrison to be his best man even before he asked you to marry him. Still, it felt surreal to be engaged to Tom. Just thinking about it made the butterflies in your stomach celebrate.

Remy is the first cast member you spot and as you get closer, you realize he’s chatting with Tony. You focus the camera on the two young men as you approach them, barely able to contain your excitement. You can tell they’re wearing their character clothes you glance around quickly, making sure they’re not about to start filming. Tony sees you first and as his facial expression changes, Remy turns around, too. Sending them a smile, you give them a small wave, waiting until you’re close enough to verbally greet them. Tony grins, wrapping his arm around you for a quick hug. He doesn’t say anything and you don’t either, wanting their genuine reactions. For a second, you wonder if it’s still as noticeable as when you left the house. Remy pulls you in next, the two of you greeting each other until he pauses mid-hug. He pulls away, gripping your upper arm gently as he looks down. His eyes double in size as a gasp escapes him.

“You’re- When? Tom never said anything. I swear-” Remy rambles and Tony joins in, their words mixing together.

“Guys! Guys, chill. It’s fake,” you giggle, giving the belly a few pats. “It’s for a video. See?”

You motion to the camera in your right hand and the two boys fall into silence. Still focusing the camera on them, you explain the video concept once again. They continue to gush about how real it looks and you feel a sense of accomplishment. After showing your friends and family the belly, you were planning on testing everyday activities and if people would treat you differently. If the belly looks real enough for them to believe it, multiple strangers probably would, too. The three of you catch up for a moment, talking about random things. Eventually, your patience thins out and you ask for Tom, itching to catch his reaction on camera.

They join you on your journey to find your fiancé, claiming he’s going to flip his shit and they don’t want to miss it. With determination in your step, you begin to walk over to where he’s supposed to be filming his next scene, recording the entire time. You hear him before you see him, his American accent is clear as day. A few seconds later, you hear Jacob and you assume they’re filming a scene with Peter and Ned. You watch from afar, making sure your camera is turned off, not wanting to get in trouble with Marvel. Tom’s lack of constraints is a well-known fact and the company and production crew always go to great lengths to make sure he doesn’t spill any valuable information, so you figure it’s best to keep the camera off for now. As you get closer, you notice Zendaya is standing off to the side, looking between the two men playing their characters. You realize she’s in the scene, too, and you watch intently as Peter, Ned, and Michelle bicker amongst each other.

Sensing the scene nearing its end, your nerves pick back up. You couldn’t quite put your finger on the exact reason behind your jitteriness but the suspense of waiting for Tom’s reaction made it twice as bad. Turning the camera back on as soon as Jon confirms the scene is over, you try your best to keep your composure. You don’t walk any closer just yet, explaining to the viewers that Tom still hasn’t seen you and that you’re currently on set to capture his reaction. Remy and Tony are chatting eagerly amongst themselves and you vaguely hear them placing a bet on Tom’s reaction, which makes the whole situation even more comical. Deciding it’s time, you head toward your fiancé and your two friends. Zendaya notices you first, Tom and Jacob facing the opposite direction, and you give her a small wave.

“Thomas,” she exclaims dramatically, making Tom jolt. “Why didn’t you tell me you’re having a baby?”

You can only imagine the look of confusion plastered on Tom’s face at Zendaya’s sudden outburst. The beautiful actress sends you grins toward you, returning the wave. You wonder briefly if she was just playing along or if she genuinely thought you were pregnant, but you before you could decide Tom’s surprised eyes met yours. He had seen you just last night before bed but the look of confusion is authentic. Coming to a halt in front of the small group, Tony and Remy in tow, you purse your lips together, barely able to contain your wide grin. Tom looks so genuinely confused that you find it incredibly difficult to muffle your laugh. A few moments pass and he notices the camera in hand, realization washing over his features. By now, seeing you with a camera in hand was second nature and it made sense that he didn’t question it.

“That looks so real,” Tom whispers in amazement, his eyes trained on the fake bump.

You rotate slowly, showcasing it from every possible angle, a string of giggles escaping you. “It does, doesn’t it? I’m doing a twenty-four-hour pregnant challenge for my channel.”

“Girl, you had me all excited!” Zendaya whines, grimacing in your direction. “I saw you walk in during the scene and I was about to stop right then and there, but then I noticed your camera.”

Tom inches forward, close enough for you to see the small freckles decorating his nose. Catching it all on film, you watch with admiration as he hesitantly reaches out to touch the pretend bump. The groups awe aloud and before you can stop it, the familiar heat spreads across your cheeks. You swear you hear the sound of someone’s camera, but you’re too preoccupied with looking at Tom to investigate. Although you physically can’t feel his hand, you can’t help but notice how perfectly it fits against the bump. The two of you had discussed marriage and babies multiple times, but it was more small comments here and there than an actual serious conversation. Tom always told you stories about him and his siblings, and you knew he wanted a lot of kids. You wanted kids, too, but you had never decided on a number, figuring you would want to experience motherhood first. Seeing Tom interact with the bump - fake or not - made your biological clock tick faster. Just by the look on his face, you knew you wanted him to be the father of your kids and the sooner, the better.

The others took turns feeling the huge jelly-like shape strapped to your body as well. It felt slightly odd, having them all put their hands where a potential real bump could be someday, and you made a mental note to explain that to the camera later. After all, this was meant as a test to see how it feels to be pregnant. The entire time, Tom’s gaze lingers on you; his dark orbs following your every move. You don’t know whether to find it slightly concerning or very adorable. The group continued to gush over the realness, but you were too caught up on Tom’s focus on you.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you state softly, but loud enough for him to hear over the continuous chatter.

“Like what?”

You can’t tell if he’s being serious or playing dumb, so with a sigh, you elaborate, “Like… I don’t know! You keep looking at me funny.”

“Sorry, darling,” he apologizes automatically. “I didn’t mean to- It’s just… It looks so real.”

“I know,” you shrug. “Is it weirding you out?”

Tom shakes his head immediately. “Quite the opposite, in fact. I can’t wait for you to be pregnant for real.”

“Aw, you guys are the cutest! This is so going on Instagram,” Zendaya gushes and once again, you feel your cheeks heat up.

Figuring they’d still be a while, you made your way over to an empty booth, collapsing onto the cushioned seat. Though you wanted so badly to take your heels off, you settled for kicking your feet up on the opposite side of the booth. The sudden movement caused your dress to ride up your thigh, but you were quick to pull it back down into place, trying to avoid the glances of all the unknown people around you. Your head tipped back to rest against the booth and you let out a sigh, your eyes fluttering shut. You knew that it probably wasn’t the best idea, as you were surrounded by strangers, but you were just so tired. The regret was immediate, however, when someone slid into the booth, moving your feet over so they could sit. Pulling your feet back quickly, your eyes flew open to see who thought they could interrupt your beauty sleep.

Harrison, Tom’s best friend, was sitting across from you, a smile clearly tugging at the corner of his lips. Since it was only Harrison, you let your guard down a little, giving him a tired smile of your own. He was a nice guy - you hadn’t really talked to him too much, and you didn’t know him too well, but you knew he was a loyal friend to Tom, and it seemed like he was always in a good mood, so it was safe to say that you liked the boy. “Just gonna take a nap here, Y/N?” The tone of his voice was teasing as his smile stretched across his face.

Leaning forward to rest your elbows on the table, you nodded and then rested your head in your hands, “Mhm. Seems like the perfect place for that, don’t ya think?” Harrison laughed, and you gave him another smile as you shifted to rest your head on only one of your hands. Though you appreciated the company, you were confused as to why he was sitting across from you, and not still partying with the rest of the group. He still had a beer in his hand, and he kept glancing over to where everyone else was gathered. “Not that I mind, but what are you doing over here, Harrison?”

“Saw you over here by yourself, and I didn’t think you should be alone,” he explained, pausing for a moment to take a sip of his beer, “especially if you thought you were gonna take a nap right here.”

You laughed, sitting straight up again and brushing some hair behind your ear, “Well, I appreciate it. But ‘m okay, really. You can go back over there.”

“Nah, ’s alright. Kind of getting tired, myself.” His long fingers sifted through his hair before dropping down to the table to pick up his beer again. It was silent for a few moments between the two of you, and you took the opportunity to look Harrison over. He was a pretty boy - there was simply no other way to describe him. His hair was usually pushed up and out of the way, but it was starting to fall down into his face after the long night, and he had the prettiest clear blue eyes and the absolute nicest skin. Though he wasn’t wearing them now, he sometimes wore glasses, which you thought only added to his attractiveness. Quite honestly, you had a bit of a crush on the boy. Just because you didn’t know him too well didn’t mean that you didn’t notice him... that you didn’t like him.

There were a few more moments of silence as Harrison finished his drink and looked through his phone, and you could feel your eyes getting heavier. The song that was playing ended and switched to a new song, and Harrison took the opportunity to speak up, his gaze lifting to yours, “D’ya wanna head back? ‘M not sure how much longer they’ll be, and you look like you’re gonna fall asleep.”

“I mean, yeah. But I don’t think I should go back by myself.”

“Of course, Y/N,” there was a laugh behind his words, “I’m saying I’ll go back with you, if ya want.”

His offer took you aback; he certainly didn’t have to do that for you. “Oh, no, Haz, I can’t ask you to do that…” you trailed off, your eyebrows furrowed together slightly.

“Oh hush,” he waved his hand as if brushing your protest off, “I wanna head back, too. ‘S really no big deal.” You contemplated his offer for a moment, but nodded your head quickly as you chewed on your bottom lip. “Great! I already got the Uber, it should be here soon.” He pushed himself up and out of the booth, holding one of his hands out for you to take. You hesitated again, just for a split second, before grabbing onto Harrison’s hand, letting him help you up. Quickly tugging down the hem of your tight dress, you let Harrison lead you through the crowds of people until you got outside. His grip on your hand was tight with his fingers interlocked with yours, as if he was going to lose you and never find you again.

Once outside, Harrison was about to let go of your hand, but your heels got caught on the sidewalk, causing you to stumble a bit. His grip tightened, steadying you as he pulled you in closer to him with a laugh, “Still a bit tipsy?”

You shook your head quickly with a laugh, “No!” He gave you a pointed look, to which you responded with a scoff, “‘M not! Didn’t even have that much to drink, honestly. Just tired, and my heels got caught on the sidewalk.” You were telling the truth, but when you took another step, your heel got caught once again, making Harrison shoot you another look. “Shut up!”

Checking his phone, Harrison noted that it’d still be a few more minutes until the uber showed up. You let out a groan; all you wanted was to get in bed. He was about to say something, but was interrupted as you let out a big yawn. His hand left yours, but a second later was resting against your waist, pulling you into his side. “Pretty sure you’re gonna fall asleep any second. Just lean against me, love.” Your cheeks felt hot as he pulled you into his side, but you complied and leaned against him. Though the music from inside was still thumping in your ears, it only took a few moments before your eyelids got heavy, wanting so desperately to close so you could drift off to sleep. Since Harrison still had his arm around you to hold you up, you decided it wouldn’t hurt if you just closed your eyes for a few moments.

You only realized that you’d drifted off when Harrison was shaking you slightly, telling you that the car had arrived. With his arm around your waist, he led you over to the car and opened the door for you, allowing you to slide in. You slid to the opposite side and immediately buckled your seatbelt, watching as Harrison ducked down to get in. It only took a matter of seconds before your heels were off, and your legs were tucked underneath you. Not hearing the click of the seatbelt, you reached across Harrison, giving his seatbelt a tug as well as a pointed look at him. He laughed, buckling in as the car started moving, causing you to jolt back into your spot.

The seatbelt had locked from how far you had leaned over, and you gave it a few tugs, trying to undo it. When it wouldn’t come undone, you let out a defeated sigh, too tired to actually care. Leaning your head against the window, you struggled to keep your eyes open, your blinks getting a little longer with each passing second. You could feel Harrison’s gaze on you, and you somehow managed to keep your eyes open long enough to scrunch up your nose and let out a grunt, “What?” His head shook, and you could see the glint in his eyes, but you let it go with a shrug of your shoulders.

The way the car moved only helped lull you to sleep, so you let it; your body swaying back and forth a little with the movements of the car, your eyes slowly drifting shut and staying that way until the car came to a stop. Harrison wasn’t sure whether or not you were asleep so he unbuckled and then scooted closer to you, shaking your arm a little, “We’re back, love, c’mon.” His arm slid around your waist and settled on your hip so he could pull you across the leather seats and help you out of the car. You weren’t sure what had gotten into Harrison, or why he was helping you to this extent, but you definitely didn’t mind. It was nice that he cared enough to make sure you got back to your room and ended up asleep in bed.

Being half asleep, you weren’t quite thinking clearly, and you accidentally pressed the button for the wrong floor. It took you a second to realize, but when you did, you started laughing so hard that you couldn’t stop. For you, being tired meant you went through different stages - you were just plain tired, you got loopy and thought everything was funny, you got crabby - it was honestly quite a rollercoaster. Harrison had never seen you like this, but he thought it was kind of cute, and he hid a smile behind his hand as he watched you try to collect yourself, wiping away the tears that were running down your cheeks from laughing so hard.

When you made it to your floor, you fumbled with your purse to pull out the key card. It took a few attempts before it unlocked, and - in your half-asleep state - mumbled to yourself, “I’m in.”

This time Harrison couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh, his head tipping back as his laughter rang out down the hall. You didn’t want to wake anyone else up, so you quickly grabbed onto his hand, pulling him into your room and shutting the door behind him. “Shh!” you muttered, clapping your hand over his mouth, dropping your shoes onto the ground near the door.

Harrison’s fingers wrapped your wrist to pull it away from his mouth, a few more laughs falling past his lips. “God, Y/N. You’re very endearing when you’re half asleep, ya know that?”

Your head tilted to the side a bit, eyebrows drawing together, “Whaddya mean, Haz?” The end of the question ended up being punctuated with a loud yawn. Now that you were back in your room, it was as if someone had flipped a switch and the deliriousness was wearing off, leaving you feeling straight up exhausted.

“I mean,” he started, his hand rubbing at the back of his neck as his cheeks turned a light pink, “that you’re very endearing. Super cute. All of the time, actually. And even more when you’re tired.”

“Oh?” was all you could manage to get out.

He nodded as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, chewing on it out of nervousness. “Yeah, I, um-“ he paused and let out a low chuckle, “I like you, Y/N.”

“You do?” You were having a hard time wrapping your head around what was happening; it was late, and you were exhausted.

“Yeah, I’ve been waiting a long time to tell you, actually,” Harrison mumbled. With the way he was looking at you, you could feel your heart beating a little faster inside of your chest. You’d had a little bit of a crush on Harrison before tonight, but after tonight? He was going way out of his way to help you, to make sure you got back safe, and that made your heart swell.

“You have?” He nodded, some of his hair falling down into his face. “I- I like you too, Harrison.” After your admission, you felt your face get hot, and you gave in to the urge to reach up and brush the hair out of his face.

His fingers caught your wrist once more, but this time he slid his hand into yours, his fingers sliding between the spaces of yours. “Really?” his voice came out a whisper.

“Really,” you whispered back, the tone of your voice matching his.

The smile that broke out on his face was practically bright enough to light up the dimly lit room. Harrison’s hand gave yours a gentle squeeze, the pad his thumb rubbing small circles over the back of your hand. It was silent for a few moments as you looked at each other. His blue eyes were sparkling, and you wanted nothing more than to lean in and plant a kiss on him. You took a step closer, leaning up on your toes as one of your arms snaking around his neck, your other hand still clutched in Harrison’s. Though he hadn’t stopped smiling, it was as if a new smile had placed itself on his lips at your actions.

“Thank you for going out of your way for me tonight, Haz. For getting me home,” this time your whisper was because you were so close to him.

“I’d do anything for you, love,” he whispered back. His gaze flicked down for your lips and then back up to your eyes. Pausing for a moment, you could tell that he was contemplating something with the way his head had tilted slightly, his nose scrunched up a little. Another moment passed and he leaned in towards you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I really wanna kiss you now, but you’re tired, and I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with, and ‘m not sure you’re in the right head-state after your laughing episode in the elevator,” he teased. “So... Goodnight, Y/N/N, I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah? Maybe I can give ya that kiss then?”

“Yeah, I’d love that” you breathed out, your heart swelling at how sweet he was, not wanting to take advantage of you. “Night, Haz.”

With another kiss pressed to your forehead, Harrison slipped out of your room, letting the door shut behind him silently. You stood in front of the door for a few seconds, staring at the spot where Harrison had been standing. You could still feel his hand in yours, his lips against your skin. Collapsing into the fluffy blankets on the bed, it didn’t take long until you fell asleep with a happy smile on your lips.

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Giggling, you nodded and slipped off your shoes before placing your hand in his. He led you out into the clearing, the small strands tickling your feet and ankles as you padded across the soft grass.

You laced your hands around the back of his neck and his wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to him. As the two of you swayed, you couldn’t help but notice how good Peter managed to look all the time, taking in his soft t-shirt and worn jeans. His hair was messier than usual, but every curl seemed to look perfectly out of place. There wasn't any denying it; he looked ethereal. You, however, looked quite different. Glancing down at yourself, you took note of Peter’s oversized sweatshirt that hung over your thighs, completely covering up your old shorts. Your hair was still slightly damp from the shower, soft waves falling all over the place.

“God, I look like a mess,” you said quietly, casting your gaze downwards.

Peter stopped swaying, completely shocked that you couldn’t see your own beauty. Gently taking your chin into his hand, he tilted your head upwards, giving you an indescribable look before placing his hand on the back of your head. He pulled you into his chest, pressing a kiss to the top of your hair before whispering softly, “You look perfect.”

You smiled into his chest, breathing in the scent of him while listening to his steady heartbeat. He began to sway to the music again as you squeezed him tightly, never wanting to let him go.

Later that night, you found yourself giggling with Peter as you laid together on the picnic blanket, gazing up at the stars after eating everything he brought for your late night picnic. His arm was wrapped around you, holding you close as you pointed out constellations and gushed about how beautiful the stars were.

“They’re just so…” you paused for a moment, “Indescribable. It’s just something about them, you know?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “yeah, I know what you mean.”

After a few moments of silence, Peter looked down at you, feeling his heart begin to beat rapidly. “Uh, Y/N?” his voice shook slightly as he spoke, “Can I, uh, say something?”

“Of course, Pete,” you gave him a comforting look, “You can tell me anything.”

He took a deep breath before he let out everything he’d been wanting to say for the past week. “Y/N, I know that we’re just kids, but I can’t imagine my life without you. You’re beautiful and sweet, and you’re the strongest person I’ve ever known,” he reached down and laced your fingers with his, “I never would’ve guessed that somebody as perfect as you would be the one for me, and it still shocks me to this day. For a while, I wasn’t sure exactly what I felt, or why my feelings for you were so strong; but now, I- I know what it is. It’s love.”

Your heart was beating out of your chest as you squeezed Peter’s hand, tears forming in your eyes.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is, I love you, Y/N. I may not know what all that entails right now, but what I do know is that I’ll never let you go,” he finished, smiling down at you.

“Peter I-” he wiped away a single tear with the pad of his thumb as it slid down your cheek, “I love you too. I love you so, so much.”

He giggled as you sat up, leaning above him as he stared up into your eyes. Leaning down, you pressed your lips to his, kissing him softly and slowly. This wasn’t the first kiss that the two of you had shared, but it was definitely the most heartfelt. You could feel the connection between the two of you sparking as your lips moved against each other, only a little sad when you had to pull away for air.

When you looked back down at him, you could see the pink tinting his cheeks, an adorable smile spreading across his features in the soft moonlight. His brown eyes stared up at you, filled with love and adoration; his curls were everywhere, ruffled by the blanket beneath his head. In that moment, you noticed that you could see the reflection of the stars and constellations that you loved so much sparkling in his eyes.

As Peter looked back up at you, hair framing your face as you smiled down softly, he noticed that he could see his future in yours.

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It was the first time in a while that Tom was actually home and on a break from filming. He was only home for two weeks before filming picked up again. You two just wanted to spend some time together before he had to leave for New York. So Tom had the suggestion of laser tag.

You were gearing up, putting on the vests and grabbing your gun. You and Tom had decided to be on separate teams, both arguing over who was the best at laser tag. You both had some experience, making you both think that you were better than the other. Today was the day you find out who is victorious, the King or Queen of laser tag; you had even bought a crown for the champion.

Once the instructor gave out all the rules and safety procedures, everyone went into the battle room; the war starting as soon as the door closed. Everyone ran off in different directions. There was no proper objective to the game except for shoot the other team as many times as you can. Once you're shot, your vest loses its light and won't turn back on for three minutes. Once it does, you're back in the game; the game in total goes for an hour. It was stupid, really. But it was also very fun.

It was 15 minutes into the game and you hadn't seen Tom once, so you assumed he just found a place to hide so then he could boast to you how he didn't get shot once. You were doing pretty well, you hadn't been tagged, but you had shot a couple of people already. It was the years of laser tag you did with your family that got you to be so good at the game.

45 minutes in and you and Tom have yet to meet each other. Now you were nervous, thinking that maybe he got injured and had to leave or something. It wasn't until you accidentally bumped into someone that your nerves fluttered away, realising that the someone you bumped into was Tom.

"Fancy seeing you here." He gave a handsome smirk as he said so.

"Same goes to you. I assumed you took cover the entire game like a coward." You retorted, which Tom chuckled at your response.

"Actually, I've been able to tag 25 people. 4 of them twice. How have you been doing? I'm guessing you've given up because of how many times you've been killed?" He stepped closer so you were chest to chest.

"As if, I'm the best at this game, that crown is mine!" You exclaimed before running away, Tom chasing after you.

"I don't think so, love." He shouted from behind you.

The two of you chased each other for a while before, finally, Tom had you trapped at a dead end. Step by step, Tom slowly approached you; having nowhere to go, you were forced against the wall.

"Get away from me!" You declared, but that didn't stop Tom.

Gently, he tilted his head down, brushing his lips against yours. Achingly slow, he brought you in for a full kiss. Butterflies erupted in your stomach. Sure, you two had kissed multiple times, but it had never been this passionate and full of love. You never wanted it to stop. Tom placed one hand on your waist, gradually slipping to your lower back to press your pelvis to his. You went to deepen the kiss more, until he pulled away slightly, and you heard the sound of a laser gun being shot, before your light went out.

"Gotcha." He murmured, grinning, then running away.

"How dare you distract me, Tom! That's cheating!" You screamed before running to catch up to him.

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Tom hopped on the bus with Haz. He adjusted his collared shirt. Between fighting and sex he was exhausted and slept late. Luckily Haz knocked on his door or he was going to be in trouble. He felt guilty of forgetting to wake you.

"So we're meeting with Johnny? Don't you think he's trouble enough? He's like holding on to a wonky bomb," Haz said shaking his head. He hated Tom's idea.

"Yeah, but he's the best way to get fast cash without angering the Moretti or O'Neals. I can't have something happen to Y/n. She can't do much to protect herself. So I'm meeting with him and then telling the Moretti when they can have their money. Hopefully that will put a stop to the threats before Y/n sees it. They put a bloody rag under the door yesterday morning," Tom said. Haz raised his brows but nodded. Tom was playing with fire.

"Okay mate. I just don't want to be mixed in with Johnny for too long. His friends never last," Haz said running a hand through his blond hair.

"One time job, mate. And I don't like it either," Tom admitted. "But sometimes you have to do what you have to do."

They got off at the next stop and walked around the corner to a warehouse. The outside was painted a dark blue and looked like nothing. The second they stepped inside it was vibrant and colorful. Lamps with different color shades diffused soft pastels and highly decorated tapestries hung from every surface as it appeared to be a sitting room of some kind.

A man only a few years older than Tom and Haz walked out to greet them. He had a bright grin and an even brighter tan linen suit on. He strolled around an arm chair to shake their hands.

"Hello bruvs. How are we today? Beautiful isn't it?" He said beeming.

"Hello Johnny," Haz said almost bored. He was used to his flamboyance.

"Hello. I was hoping to talk to you about some work. If that's okay," Tom asked. Johnny nodded knowingly and motioned for them to follow him. He stepped into an office with a wicker desk and an actual stuffed lion head behind it. Tom and Haz sat in mismatched but extravagant chairs. Johnny lounged across his chair with his feet on the desk. His tan alligator boots for all the world to see.

"What can I do you for?" Johnny asked.

"I was wanting to know if you had any jobs lined up soon. Some with a bit of cash flow," Tom asked tapping his knuckles on the arm of his chair. Johnny nodded again.

"I'm always working. Do you want something small or something more adventurous?"

"Big as you've got," Tom said biting his lip. Johnny raised a brow as Haz shifted uncomfortably.

"I can do that. Are you sure? Because the more money, the more danger," Johnny warned putting his feet down. He enjoyed the thought of getting Tom and Haz more involved then he did this job. The pair had managed to skirt working for the Moretti or O'Neal's. Having them work for him was a valuable asset.

"I'm in a spot to be honest. Do you have something big soon?" Tom asked. His leg tapped on the oriental rug beneath him.

"Let me get you that information," Johnny said with a large grin. Tom couldn't help but feel that he was walking into the belly of a beast.

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"That will be two dollars," you said to a couple pushing away a plate of half eaten chocolate cake. The girl smiled with bright red lips. The young man grabbed his wallet to pay. They were the last of the lunch rush and for the next 2 hours was going to be nothing but the occasional worker getting a dessert and coffee and kids skipping school.

"I'm going to take my break," your boss called from the kitchen. "Call me if someone orders, okay?"

"Yes sir," you said putting the money in the till. Susie motioned that she was taking a smoke break and you nodded in understanding. Literally no one else was in the diner. You walked to the radio and turned it up before grabbing a broom. A swing song you and Tom had danced to came on and you moved your hips to the song.

You twirled the broom remembering that night. It was shortly after your father had cut you off and you were dirt poor. The dance hall cost a dime to get in and you just didn't have it to spare. So you and Tom had snuck in the side door as a waiter stepped out for a smoke break. Neither of you could afford a giggle water much less some white lightning. So you both grabbed a drink off of a waiter's tray as he was distracted and enjoyed a single drink each before dancing to this song. You had giggled as Tom attempted to speak sweet nothings into your ear as you spun.

The bell rang to announce a patron. You turned and said hello before putting up the broom. It was a pair of tall muscular men who sat in the nearest booth. You walked over to the pair with a professional smile on your face. One man grinned and the other scowled. It wasn't out of the ordinary. Men working hard jobs often visited the diner in fowl moods.

"How can I help you gentlemen today?" You asked.

"I'll take a coffee," said one.

"And I'll take an apple pie if you have it," The other said. You nodded and walked back to the counter. You grabbed the coffee pot and mug and put an apple pie slice on a plate and the tray and brought it to the men. You poured the coffee as the men simply stared. This wasn't unusual either. You were rather attractive.

"Are you Y/n?" One asked. You frowned before nodding. You weren't wearing a name tag and hadn't said your name. "Tell Holland that we expect our money shortly. Or this" He pulled a knife and pointed it at your stomach. "Will be opened in the street."

You gasped slightly and almost dropped the coffee pot. You considered burning the man but he had a buddy and you weren't going to beat him in heels. Your heart raced as you slowly backed away. You were too scared to speak. You hadn't brought your gun and you had turned up the radio so no one would hear you scream.

"This is just a warning, pretty girl," the other said mocking a nickname Tom often used for you. He stood and walked around your back. Your skin crawled as he wrapped an arm around your waist. "Smells like fresh pie. Don't know what this dame doing with that fat-head. Just give him this message," he said before placing a knife to your cheek and slicing a shallow half inch cut across it.

You whimpered and shook. He let you go and the pair left without eating or drinking anything. The second they left you fell to the floor crying. The bell rang again and your eyes jumped to the door to see Haz coming in.

"Oh my God, Y/n. What happened? You're bleeding," he grabbed a napkin from the table to wipe your face. You shuddered as he touched your cut.

"They want the money," is all you said in fear.

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“Stop,” you gasped, pulling away, breathless. He tried to follow you, a pout on his lips, but you kept him away with your hands on his chest. His mask was just up far enough for you to see a little of his nose. “Please, I need to know.” Your voice was filled with agony. These small hookups and 'dates' were beginning to eat away at you. Your fingers spread across his cheeks, thumbs just barely hooked under the warm mask, ready to pull it off if he would just let you.

“I can’t, you know that.” Spiderman said, placing his hands on top of yours to keep you from moving them up. “I want to so bad.” He put his forehead against yours, pressing firmly against you. “But I can’t take the chance of someone finding out who I am, who you are, and how much you mean to me.” His voice shook.

“If I mean so much, why won’t you tell me?” You demanded, dropping your hands and moving away from him. You knew what he meant, but it still cut you deep hearing it. If someone bad found out about the two of you, they could hurt you, and he could not live with that idea. He just shook his head, catching your hand before you could walk away.

“Come on, Y/N,” He started to say, but you cut him off.

“No! Don’t say my name,” you were yelling now. “If I can’t say yours.” On the brink of crying, you huffed in frustration. You hated how you always cried when you got mad.

“Even if I gave you a name, you wouldn’t know if I was telling you the truth!” The boy in the red suit stood staring at you, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts as he tried to figure out what to do.

You threw up your hands in exasperation. “Lie to me then! Just please,” your voice faded down to a whisper and you returned to stand in front of him, eyes to the ground. Finding his hand, you grasped it tightly. “Tell me something.” You felt tired, tired of this back and forth fight the two of you always had, you never winning. A small tear rolled down your cheek and he wiped it away with his other hand.