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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      The_Avengers_(2012), Iron_Man_(Movies)
  Relationship:
      OMCs/Tony_Stark
  Character:
      Tony_Stark, Howard_Stark, Obadiah_Stane
  Additional Tags:
      Rape, Non_Consensual, Underage_Sex, Drugged_Sex
  Series:
      Part 1 of Speaking
  Collections:
      AvengerKink
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-06-02 Words: 1492
****** Hearing It Said ******
by knittyknicker
Summary
     Three times Howard told Tony he was proud of him.
Notes
     This is pretty messed up, at least in that I wrote it. Read the
     warnings! Seriously, this made me feel wonky and none of these are my
     personal triggers.
     Writen for this kinkmeme prompt:
     The only time Howard Stark ever told Tony he was proud of him was
     when Tony let Howard bring strangers home to fuck him so Howard could
     watch
     +1000 if Howard taped it
     +100,000 if someone finds the tapes
     +100,000,000 if Obie continued Howard's legacy in that way.
“I’m so proud of you.”
Tony’s only heard his father say that phrase to him three times in his entire
life, so hearing it as he walks into his living room stops him dead in his
tracks.
He shudders, thinking he is hallucinating, but he turns his head slowly and
sees his teammates staring at him, all of them wearing nearly identical looks
of horror.
Tony doesn’t even think. Pivoting on his heel, he bolts.
~~~
The first time he said it, Tony was just thirteen.
His father was hosting a business meeting at the house while Maria spent the
day working at her charity. Tony is allowed to sit in the Library with Howard
and his associates as they discussed business and caught up on friends and
acquaintances. Howard handed Tony a glass of amber liquid, nodding at his
friends and smiling at Tony.
“You’re here with us today because you’re finally old enough that I think
you’ll benefit from our gathering.”
Tony couldn’t help but feel proud that his father was allowing him this chance.
“I won’t embarrass you.”
Howard nodded. “I know. I’m so proud of you.”
,
~~~
Tony woke up several hours later feeling groggy and tried to sit up. Pain like
he’d never experienced before shot up his spine and he cried out. In seconds,
Jarvis was there, gathering Tony into his arms as he tried to ascertain what
was wrong. Howard walked in moments later, and frowned at his son’s behavior.
“He’s fine. I let him have some scotch at the meeting and he didn’t hold it
very well. Give him some aspirin and let him sleep it off. He doesn’t need to
be coddled.”
He turned and walked out of the room and Tony realised that he never made eye
contact, speaking like Tony wasn’t even there. That realization hurt almost as
badly as his body did.
~~~
He comes to in his lab, crouched behind his work bench and well on his way to
hyperventilating and passing out. From the door, he can hear muted voices
working to open the door and he calls for Jarvis to initiate a full lock down.
Part of the lock down protocol whites out the windows and Tony hears the noise
pick up, but he knows that he’s fine for about an hour before they manage to
hack the system.
Thinking quickly, Tony gathers up a few papers and strides towards his cars
trying to decide which is the most likely to get him the farthest while being
relatively unremarkable. He stands, thoughts frozen, and can’t make up his
mind.
The sound of shattering glass has him whipping around, heart in his throat and
he hears the clang of metal on concrete. Steve’s shield rolls across the floor
in a wobbly line before falling to spin itself flat.
The crunch of footsteps follow and Bruce and Steve step toward him. Tony thinks
that he must look deranged because both men are wearing their ‘pacify the
crazy’ face and he can’t help it. He starts to laugh. He laughs for so long
that his sides burn and his throat feels raw and he thinks that passing out is
still very much on the table.
He’s totally aware that his laughter has descended past mad scientist into
straight out deranged but he can’t stop. He feels a hand squeeze his bicep and
his entire body goes rigid as the laughter cuts off abruptly. His head swims
and his vision greys out and the last thing he hears is a voice gasping out
“Tony” before his face hits the floor.
~~~
The second time he said it, Tony was almost fifteen.
That time there was less subterfuge. His father dragged him into the library
again where a group of men were waiting. They sized him up, whispering filthy
suggestions under their voices and leering at Tony in a way that made bile
creep up his throat.
He knew what happened to him the last time was wrong, but he had no proof and a
history of trouble making, so realistically, the best he could hope for was
that it was quick. When his father offered the glass, he took it, slugging down
the contents quickly and sitting down to wait for the drugs to kick in.
Howard clapped a hand to his shoulder “I’m proud of you for taking it like a
man.”
~~~
He came awake to the feeling of someone shoving in to him and choked on a
grunt. He could see the men surrounding him from his position on the table and
from the corner of his eye, saw Howard sitting in an armchair, clutching a
glass and watching with an avid look on his face.
He thought that the dosage he had been given must have been miscalculated, but
when he risked another glance, he saw that his father was watching his face
closely. For a second, their eyes met and he watched his father’s lips twitch
upward in a satisfied smile.
He stayed awake through the rest of the men, trying to keep his body limp and
fighting not to tense up. Finally when they were all finished, conversation
picked up and Howard ushered them out of the room before turning back to hiss
at Tony to get to his room.
Slowly, Tony slid his battered, aching body off of the table. His muscles
screamed at him as he waited for his trembling legs to take his weight, feeling
the cool slick slide of come and oil running down the inside of his thighs.
He turned and saw his clothing piled onto one of the side tables, pulling out
his boxers to wipe away the worst of the mess before tugging his shirt over his
head and slowly stepping into his jeans. The buttons were too much for him so
he hooked his fingers through the empty belt loops and shuffled to his bedroom
before he called for Jarvis to help him.
~~~
Tony wakes up feeling like he’s trapped and he flails to get loose, knocking
his head on the floor and making flashes of light spark behind his eyelids.
“Tony, I’m going to let you go, but you’ve got to stop flailing. There’s glass
everywhere.”
“S’yer fault.”
“Yeah, I know, take it out of my SHIELD check.”
Gentle hands support him as he slowly pulls himself to a seated position and he
opens his eyes to see Bruce sweeping glass into a pile. Bruce finishes the
section he is working on and comes back to where Tony is now sitting on the
floor.
“You want to tell us what just happened?”
“No. I absolutely do not want to discuss it.”
“Well, you have to give us something to go off of, because as it stands, Thor
is talking about striking down all those who would harm a child and Natasha and
Clint look ready to take out a small country if needed. Tony, who was the boy
in the video?”
At that, Tony’s face goes absolutely blank.
“You know exactly who that boy is.”
“It’s you.”
It isn’t really a question, but Tony treats it as one. “Yeah, that’s me.”
Bruce looks sad but not surprised. Steve, well, Steve looks absolutely gutted.
“Tony, how could Howard let that happen to you?”
Tony laughs, but it isn’t a happy sound. “Who do you think was holding the
camera, Rogers?”
~~~
The final time Howard said it, he’d been dead for a week.
The funeral was lovely, tasteful and touching, and Tony would have been happier
that his father was dead if not for the fact that he took his mother with him.
The words of his father’s videotaped farewell race through his brain, the
mocking refrain of ‘I’m so proud of the man you are becoming’ echoing in his
ears.
~~~
The reception at Stark manor was finally winding down and Tony was completely
bombed. Obie approached, slowing to shake hands and accept condolences, since
Tony had started turning people away. He was so very tired and only a few sips
from passing out all together as Obie wrapped his hand around the back of
Tony’s neck.
“Your father left me his papers as part of my role in managing Stark Tech until
you finish college and part of those files consists of video. I couldn’t
believe it when I saw it.”
For a single shining moment, Tony thought that someone was finally stepping up
to condemn Howard for what he had done.
Stane’s next words shattered Tony’s assumption.
“You’ll do that for me too, won’t you?”
Tony only nodded, but his mind raced, planning for the future. This was the
last summer he’d be home for. He’d take extra terms and graduate early, maybe
even go straight to graduate school, anything to just stay away until he was an
adult and able to protect himself.
Stane continued, seemingly unaware that he didn’t have Tony’s total attention.
“Your father would be so proud.”
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