Love Inversion Theory II
A/N: I hope you all like! Next one will be more eventful :) this chapter consists mostly of Peter realizing things on his own
“So, are you going to talk to me or am I going to be victim to your ‘method acting’ all day?” You suddenly asked.
“Of course not,” he said around a thoughtful chew of breakfast food. His voice wavered and he was just barely able to catch the American accent in time. “You can tell me what’s up, you know,” you say comfortingly. Your hand moved up his thigh in a loving way rather than a sexy way. “Just nervous,” Peter managed to say after swallowing his food. “I’d be more surprised if you weren’t,” you laughed, smoothing out a napkin on the table. “After all, this movie-it’s just still a giant ‘wow, what?’ in my brain. I guess for you it’s like that times a billion.”
Peter nodded slowly. “Yes, of course.” What the hell is she talking about?
You stood up a few moments later. “I have a present for you,” you randomly declared. “But it might take around fifteen minutes to get a hold of. Will you be alright here while I step out for a bit?”
The clothes which you bore didn’t fall under typical [Y/n] standards. These were more revealing. The top dipped down your neckline and showed more cleavage than you usually did. You looked gorgeous-of course, because when do you not?-but different.
“No, yeah, yeah, of course,” Peter assured you, raising his arms over his head. Every move he made was an attempted relaxed and natural looking one. You gave him a double glance before shrugging. “Okay,” you smiled. “I will be back as soon as possible so don’t freak out. Oh! And your mom texted me. One, she’s a bit too pleased to see any pictures of us out together and a bit not too pleased with the ‘Tomdaya’ rumors. She makes a lot of marriage comments about us…”
You looked at him for a lingering couple of seconds, almost as if you were waiting for him to say something.
“Oh. I’ll-I’ll tell her right away to stop that. You know my moooooum.” He inwardly cringed at the slip up.
You tilted your head back in surprise. “What?”
“My mum. Gotta love ‘er,” Peter chuckled, pointing his fingers at you like guns. You popped your lips. “Okay. Well like I said I’ll just be out for a little bit…be careful.”
“You too,” he called after your retreating figure.
Click. The door shut and Peter stared at it for a minute to ensure you wouldn’t come back. When he deemed it safe, he stood up abruptly. “What the hell?! Where’s the suit, where is my suit?!” He clamored over open suitcases and random assortments of furniture and flung a closet door open. Empty.
Well, empty except for a gray hoodie. Peter pulled that on without really thinking about it then began to pace.
[Y/n]. Tom. British? Someone’s mom. Waffles.
Those were the only words that flew around his brain. He had to calm down, and soon. There wasn’t time to panic!
You telling him his mother texted threw him off guard since his parents had been dead for over half his life. He hardly remembered what it was like to have a mom. There had only ever been May and up until a few years ago, Ben.
There was a laptop positioned neatly on the nightstand. Peter sighed in deep relief before opening it.
The prompt for a password appeared on the screen and on impulse, he typed in the first dessert he shared with you. It opened. How convenient, he thought bitterly. Okay, Apple, time to not fail me with your pitiful excuse for a default browser.
(Safari was for losers. He firmly believe that, being an avid Google user and all.)
“Okay…uhm. Peter Parker,” Peter said his search out loud. You said something about the name, but not in the way he would have liked. You said it almost as if Peter wasn’t an actual person.
‘Peter Parker (Earth-616), Marvel Database-Fandom Powered. Peter Benjamin Parker was born in Queens to Richard and Mary Par-’
He leaned away from the screen, half expecting it to blow up in his face. It wouldn’t surprise him.
He scrolled down.
There was a youtube link to some video titled ‘Peter Parker vs Flash basketball scene.’ Uhm. Yeah. Okay.
Watching the video was a total waste of two minutes. Sort of. The school was, unnervingly, called Midtown. But its layout was definitely not his Midtown high.
And that ‘Parker’ kid-not Peter. What the hell was up with that Flash person? Is this some elaborate joke?
If so, Peter wasn’t understanding the punchline. If someone were to go to such lengths, why would they have someone who looked nothing like Flash Thompson be ‘Flash.’
The ‘up next’ logo was flashing to yet another video titled ‘Peter Parker vs. Flash.’
“These guys look nothing like me-!” Peter suddenly exclaimed mid way through the video. Some red headed girl was asking someone named Harry to help ‘Peter’ and Peter-the actual, real one-was not amused.
“That guy looks nothing like Flash!” And Flash and I have never even fought like that. What is this, some cheesy high school movie? Maybe the names are a coincidence. He angrily paused the video, not wishing to hear it or watch it anymore. There was a few more movie clips-some media footage of Captain America and Tony Stark (that wasn’t new) but there was a thumbnail that caught Peter’s attention.
It was a picture of him, sitting in his old room at the old complex and May used to live in.
The video’s title read “Tony Stark Recruits Peter Parker | “Responsibility” Civil War Scene Full HD | Tom Holland.”
Okay, what the fuck.
Tom-isn’t that what you were insisting Peter’s name was ever since he woke up? Tom Holland.
He warily watched the video. It all consisted of that one day Tony Stark decided to waltz in and recruit him.
Only this video, it wasn’t from the point of view of Peter or Tony. It was a third person view, as if the camera person was filming it like a movie. Peter somehow thought he would remember another person recording from all different angles.
With a knot in his stomach, he read through the comments:
Usernames like “Parker Peter” or “Spider-Dork” just existed, and they all commented on this one video.
“Tom Holland,” one comment read, “is the best Spider-Man!”
Another read: “Tom is the best”
“Peter is such a daddy”
“Tom is so hot ugh”
“Tom Holland…the love of my life, more like”
“Tobey Maguire did better”
“Am I the only one who misses Andrew Garfield?” followed by a long string of replies:
“Wow what about Bucky no one ever gives him any love”
“YEp! I LOVE TOM HOLLAND I DON’T NEED ANDREW ANYMORE”
Peter stared at the comments with his mouth dropped open. The suggested videos to the side were all of “Captain America: Civil War” or “Spider-Man: Homecoming OFFICIAL trailer.”
It made him nauseous, so that with shaking hands, he opened up a new tab and typed in the name “Tom Holland.”
“Oh, no,” he groaned when new articles popped up. “What the fu-is that MICHELLE?! Am I dating Michelle?!” Indeed, there were articles headlined with things like ‘Tom Holland and Zendaya are dating!’ He scrolled away from that, not enjoying to feeling that one headline called Tom Holland a ‘cheater’ and accusing him of ‘dumping famed young adult author and girlfriend of three years, [Y/n] [L/n] for Spidey co-star, Zendaya.’ Another was labeled ‘Spider-Man: Homecoming opens for the first time tonight! We’re all excited-find out why!’
Peter finally found a wiki page and reluctantly clicked. The profile photo was of him, but not a photo he remembered taking.
He swallowed a thick lump in his throat and read aloud to himself “Thomas Stanley Holland, born the first of June in 1996, is an English actor and dancer. Holland is known for playing Spider-Man in the Marvel Cinematic Universe-”
Tom Holland Wiki-https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tom_Holland_(actor)
***any usernames/comments shown in the fic are not real-any similarities are pure coincidence. I own nothing and no one, except for this fic idea***