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Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: M/M Fandom: Marvel, Marvel_Cinematic_Universe, Spider-Man:_Homecoming_(2017) Relationship: Peter_Parker/Tony_Stark Character: Tony_Stark, Peter_Parker, Ned_Leeds, Pepper_Potts, Natasha_Romanov_ (Marvel), Steve_Rogers, James_"Rhodey"_Rhodes, James_"Bucky"_Barnes, Sam Wilson_(Marvel), Clint_Barton, Wanda_Maximoff, Vision_(Marvel), Bruce Banner, May_Parker_(Spider-Man), Flash_Thompson, Wade_Wilson, Original Female_Character(s) Additional Tags: Slow_Build, Kinda, Peter's_a_Little_Shit., jealous!tony, Possessive!Tony, protective!tony, Flash_is_a_dick_ok, unhealthy_relationship, but_it_gets better, Drama, Denial_of_Feelings, Age_Difference, Peter's_Sixteen., Tony Stark_Has_Issues, Underage_Drinking, age_gap, Peter_can_sing_bros, Daddy Kink, Angst, Fluff, Rough_Sex, Rough_Oral_Sex, Hair-pulling, Choking, Threesome, Dom/sub Stats: Published: 2017-12-11 Completed: 2017-12-30 Chapters: 15/15 Words: 98004 ****** I Want You By My Side Forever. ****** by stxski Summary Set a few months after Homecoming. Peter doesn’t regret his decision of turning down the chance to become an Avenger, he really doesn’t. Honest. And he absolutely feels nothing weird for Tony Stark. Originally 'I'll Be With You From Dusk 'Till Dawn.' Notes I've officially sorted the first chapter out. I've edited it the best I can. For those who don't know, this is an updated and edited version on, ''I'll Be With You From Dusk 'Till Dawn.' Once I've written the filler chapter's I need, and it's all edited, the updated chapter's will be moved from that Fic to this one. Not all the chapter's will be changed, but this one does have little bit's added in. So, feel free to re-read or wait for the new chapters. Brand new chapters will start after chapter two. I got's a playlist for the old fic, but I'll just post that one here; https://open.spotify.com/user/stxski24/playlist/ 1tTViphJ0jbuzOQwNPiXah?si=t8aHYuimShaZW8QqrEkiZg Peter's Thoughts - Italics. Tony's Thoughts - Bold Italics. ***** I'll be with you from Dusk 'Till Dawn. ***** Chapter Summary “Wait, you’re in love with Tony Stark?” Ned shouts. Peter whips his head up to find half the students in the hall looking right at them. He turns to Ned, face bright red and says in a hushed shout, “Why the hell would you think that? Are you insane?” “You said you’d be in love with your boss. Your boss would be Tony Stark. So...” Ned states, looking a Peter as if he was an idiot. “I said it out loud, didn’t I?” Peter sulks out. “Yeah, you did.” Ned states again. “I’m so fucking screwed.” Peter groans before walking away and dashing down the school hallway, before breaking into a run and throwing himself out the doors. Chapter Notes See the end of the chapter for notes Peter climbs into his room through his window a little after two in the morning, after a long night of patrolling. He strips off the Spider-Man suit, folding it neatly and placing it back into the metal briefcase that he’d found a few days ago while on his way back home from school. The one same suit Tony had dropped off in a brown paper bag after he turned down his offer of becoming the newest Avenger. Stupidly thinking it was some kind of test, and saying no was the right thing to do. Peter sort of regrets his decision but at the same time, doesn’t regret it. He doesn’t. Honest.   He knows what he did was right. Or at least, hopes he was right. At least this way, he doesn’t have to see Tony every day. Doesn’t have to pretend that he only sees him as his mentor and teacher. Because, Peter’s been thinking of Tony in ways he shouldn’t for a few months now. Thinking of what it would be like to be held by the older man, To be kissed. To be held down and… Peter quickly shook his head, as if he was shaking out the thoughts.   The last few months he’d just done whatever he could to distract himself, keep himself busy. Patrolling every night until he felt like he might pass out from tiredness, spending any other time tinkering away on whatever junk he could find from dumpsters, whatever he found while walking through alleyways, and studying more than he needed to, learning things he didn’t need to learn.   Peters phone rings, the ringtone filling the bedroom, pulling him from his thoughts. He looks down at the caller ID and sees that it's Ned calling, and quickly answers it, hoping not to wake Aunt May.   “Dude, why are you calling me at this time?” Peter demands, as he answers the phone, rubbing his hands over his eyes, just wanting to go to sleep, since he has to be up for school in the morning. “Couldn’t this wait till tomorrow?” He asks.   “No, I need to talk to you now, haven’t you heard?” Ned rushes out, sounding excited.   “What is it, Ned? I’m really tired, man. I’ve been patrolling all night.” Peter basically whines, just wanting to go to sleep.   “Captain America and all the other Avengers that left are allowed to come back. No harm done. Isn’t that cool? Maybe you’ll get a chance to join them all.” Ned says quickly, running out of breath at the end, his voice sounding all excited and full of energy.   “Really? Yeah, Ned, that’s cool. But no, I doubt I’ll become an Avenger after I already turned Mr. Stark down once. Anyway, I’m gonna go. I’ll see you tomorrow at school. Bye, dude.” Peter says, ending the call before Ned gets a chance to reply, in case he decided to continue the conversation further. Peter then placed his phone down on his bedside table and climbed into bed, wondering how the other Avengers managed to get back with getting into trouble.   —————-   May knocks on his door a little after six in the morning. “Peter, honey, you need to get up, and get ready for school, your alarms been going off for nearly 10 minutes now.” She waits a little bit longer. But, after Peter doesn’t reply and his alarm keeps blaring, she knocks again and walks into his room.   “Peter, you really need to get up.” She says, this time a little more stern, walking over to him, and giving his shoulder a little shake. Peter groans, pulling the covers over his head, and turning over to face away, purposely ignoring her. “ Peter! Now!” May shouts, pulling the covers off of him.   Peter then opens his eyes and sits up, holding his hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay, I’m up. I’m up.” He slurs out, his throat feeling dry and heavy from only a few hours sleep.   “You know, if you didn’t stay up all night, playing on that computer, or messing around with whatever it is you’re trying to build this time, you wouldn’t be so tired.” She throws at him, giving him the classic ‘I’m mothering you’ look.   I wasn’t doing any of that, I was patrolling all night, looking for something to do, because I’m trying to distract myself from focusing on a man who’s way old enough to be my father, because I’m kinda in love with him, and kinda wish he’d take an interest in me and just fu-   “Peter, are you listening to me?” May demands.   “Yes, I’m sorry, I’ll stop staying up so late. I’ll get ready now.” And with that, Peter gets up and heads for the bathroom.   —————-   “So, apparently all they had to do, according to the news, was admit what they did, admit they was wrong, and sign the accords, and promise to follow orders and they have to be under like, supervision for a while. I mean, seems pretty easy.” Ned rambles him and Peter walk through the hallway towards the classroom. “Tony had to have something to do with it, maybe he made a deal or something.” Ned continues.   “Yeah, probably.” Peter says, not really paying attention to anything Ned was saying. All he was thinking about was the dream he had last night. Tony had him invited him over, some lame excuse of needing his help with something in the lab. And when he got there, Tony had taken him to his room, stripped his clothes and kissed him sweetly before pushing him back onto the bed and...   “Dude, I thought you would have been more excited about all this. There’s totally a chance that you’ll become an Avenger. Maybe Captain America will be like, ‘hey, we should bring in that kid that kicked my ass, he was cool’ and they’ll all agree and Tony will be like, ‘hey, Peter, we want you to be an Avenger this time, can’t say no.’” Ned says, his eyes full of hope and his voice full of excitement and believing every word that he says. Peter just shakes his head and walks into the classroom.   All the other students are sat in their seats, faces turned talking to each other, normal kids. Normal teenagers. Everything Peter isn’t. He’s far from normal, so, so, far from it. He makes his way to the back, digs his phone out his pocket and sits down. He turns his phone on, checking for any messages off of Happy, or Tony. But, as usual, nothing from either of them. He doesn’t regret turning Tony down. He doesn’t.Promise.   He opens his messaging app, opens a new message, and types Tony’s name in at the top. His fingers then hover over the messaging box. Unsure of what to say. How to start a conversation. What excuse to come up with for not talking to him after he said no. After Tony dropped off the suit. How he never said thank you. Unsure to ask about the news of the old Avengers being back.   Just as he was about to start typing and hand slams down on his desk, scaring the shit out of him. “You know the rules, Mr. Parker, no phones in my classroom. Either bag it or hand it over.” His teacher yells out. Way too loud than what’s actually necessary.   Suck a dick, asshole, I need to send this text.   “I’ll put it in my bag, I’m sorry.” Peter says instead, turning his phone off and leaning down, and placing it in his bag, pulling out his history book and notebook.   The teacher turns away, making his way towards the front of the classroom. Peter then sighs and looks out the window. Wondering if he should call Tony after class rather than texting him. He wonders what he’s wearing and his good he looks today.   —————   Just before heading home, Peter stands at his locker, hiding his phone behind the door, staring down at the message box, wondering again what he should say to Tony, if anything at all. After a good five minutes of starting at his phone, he sighs, admitting defeat and locks his phone, shoving it into his pocket and then closes his locker door, revealing Ned standing right there, which makes Peter jump back and clutch at his chest.   “Jesus fucking Christ, Dude. You need a bell.” Peter half shouts.   Ned laughs and hits his arm. “I’m sorry, but I gotta ask. When are you gonna ask about becoming an Avenger? Because you really should. I mean, then I get to say my friends an Avenger and that’ll really make me cool.” Ned rambles, again. Peter drops his head down, looking at the floor, shaking his head.   Not this again.   “I’m not. I’m not asking. I don’t want to be. I turned it down for a reason.” Peter says, still looking down. “I wouldn’t be a good fit for them.”   Plus I’d technically be in love with my boss.   “Wait, you’re in love with Tony Stark?” Ned shouts. Peter whips his head up to find half the students in the hall looking right at them.   He turns to Ned, face bright red and says in a hushed shout, “Why the hell would you think that? Are you insane?”   “You said you’d be in love with your boss. Your boss would be Tony Stark. So...” Ned states, looking a Peter as if he was an idiot.   “I said it out loud, didn’t I?” Peter sulks out.   “Yeah, you did.” Ned states again.   “I’m so fucking screwed.” Peter groans before walking away and dashing down the school hallway, before breaking into a run and throwing himself out the doors.   Peter could still hear Ned’s calls for him to ‘come back’ and to ‘wait up’, and the attempt to run after him just as the doors closed behind him but Peter just kept running once he made it out those school doors. Bumping into and practically knocking students out of the way. He just kept running. He didn’t even know where he was going, he just needed to get out of there. Away from that situation. He needed to get away from the stares from the students watching him as he bolted out the doors.   Yeah, thank you, Ned.   But mostly, need air and space to breathe and process what the hell he just did.   You’re a fucking idiot. Who says that shit out loud? Are you purposely trying to look like a idiot. Seriously, you’re an idiot, you’re not even in love with him. Okay, you’re not, you can’t be .   Peter somehow manages to run his way back home, without even realising that’s where he was heading. He looks up at the building, deciding if he should go up or not. How will explain why he’s home early. He shakes his head, deciding to just run somewhere else, find somewhere to spend the rest of the day and then he turns around, and then back again around to look at the building.   Nah, I can’t be here. I’ll probably say something I shouldn’t do to Aunt May.   Just as he turns off running, he almost runs straight into an opening car door, he quickly shoots out an apology, as he steps back away from the car.   “Holy shit, I’m so sorry, I really should have been looking where I was going, I’m really, really sorry.” Peter rushes out, his eyes cast down to the pavement in embarrassment. The man laughs a little, getting out the car.   Wait, it’s not... I know that laugh.   “Yeah, you really should watch... Ah, Peter! I was just coming to check in on you.” The man replies. Peter quickly looks up, and sees Tony leaning on the open car door, hands gripping over the top of the door.   Fuck. Tony.   “Mr. Stark! What... What are you doing here?” Peter stutters out. His face going red.   Holy fuck, you look good. Do you always look this good? Is that a new suit? It would look better on the floor and you in well, nothing .   Peter quickly looks back down at the pavement, just as Tony speaks up, “Like I said, I was just on my way to see you. You know, since you haven’t checked-in in a while, or pestered Happy with floods of texts, or even me for that matter.”   Okay, good, I didn’t say that out loud.   Tony continues, “I had to come see if you was okay. I mean, thank you for not saying thank you, I didn’t have to leave you that suit.” Tony says, his voice laced with sarcasm, and the obvious, usual, teasing tone.   He was just about to continue talking when Peter cuts him off. “I’m so, so, so, sorry, Mr. Stark. I was always meaning to text you, or something, and say thank you. I really was, I promise. Just, busy, I guess. School, and stuff.” Peter quickly gives a big excuse.   Much easier than, Hey, I’m in love with you, and I really want you to kiss me, and maybe a lot more than that. Like, everything really.   Peter makes sure to keep his jaw locked, so he would know if he goes to say something he shouldn’t.   Am I fuck going through that again.   Tony just nods, clearly not believing a single word that Peter has just said. But, he lets it slide.   Maybe he’s really got a lot going on  .   “Okay, kid. It’s fine” Tony finally says.   Peter lets out a sigh of relief, before asking, “So... Why else are you here?”   Tony smiles before saying, “I was wondering if you changed your mind.”   Holy shit.   “I... I don’t know Mr. Stark. I said no for a reason. And, you got all the other Avengers back. Why would you need me?” Peters eyes are still cast to the ground, unable to look at Tony.   “Peter, I’ve already told you, you’ll be a great addition. It doesn’t matter who’s come back. You’ll probably do much better than all of them anyway.” Tony says, trying to look at Peters face.   Why is this kid always looking down?   “Kid, can you look at me? It’s polite when someone’s talking to you. Proper manners and all that.” Tony asks, still looking to try and see the boys face. Peter finally looks up. Hair all over from running, a few curls stuck to his forehead from the sweat from running. His eyes wide and brilliant and innocent.   Ah, there’s that beautiful face. Wait. What. What the hell was that.   Peter sighs before talking, “How am supposed to explain all this to May? She had a fit when she saw me in the suit. I finally got it through to her that it was just a really good costume. I mean, she was full on screaming at me, she was freaking...”   Tony cuts him off, his voice shocked and sort of angry. “She saw you in the suit? How did she see you in the suit?’’   Peter laughs anxiously. “I sorta put it on, and she opened the door, and I didn’t hear her, and she was like, ‘What the fuck’, but I sorted it. It’s fine. It’s cool.” Tony rubbed his hand over his face before speaking, trying to convince Peter.   “I’ll talk to May. I can get her on board, I’m sure.” Peter nods his head, not saying anything. Before walking towards the building to go up to his and Aunt May’s apartment. Tony shuts the car door and follows him.   ——————   “No.” May says simply, clearly pissed at everything Tony had said and asked. Peter whispers a quick ‘I told you so’. Tony's just about to speak again when May cuts him off. “No, don’t even bother. I’ve said no. He’s just turned 16. He needs to be a teenager. I don’t care what’s happened or what he’s done or what he could do! He’s a child. He won’t doing any of this anymore. He’s going to go to school, come home, do his homework, and be a normal teenager.” May’s angry, and Peters honestly scared that she’s going to kill Tony. “I mean, are you out of your fucking mind?” She demands.   Okay, I’m scared, she swore. She is definitely pissed. And she’s scary, she’s pissed, she’s so pissed, I’m dead, I’m gonna die, Tony’s dead, we're gonna die.   “Aunt May, I promise I’ll be careful and I’ll still go to school, and I’ll still be me, but just also doing this on the side. Please. I really want to.” Peter pleads. Hoping that he can get her to change her mind.   I told you she wouldn’t let me. You stupid gorgeous fuck.   Tony then speaks up. “How about, he only stays at the facility on weekends. I’ll have him picked up from school on the Friday and he’ll be home on Sunday nights, ready for school on Monday. I can assure you, he won’t be doing any missions until he’s 18. It’ll all be training and getting him better than he already is. I promise.”  Tony offers, hopeful he can get her to change her mind.   And I also promise to try not to fuck your underage nephew. Jesus. Stop. He’s a kid  .   May looks like she’s thinking about, like she’s considering it. Or, that’s what Peter hopes.   Please. Please. Please. Just weekends. You can’t say no to that. Peter begs in his head.   Peter and Tony anxiously wait for her reply. As she turns around, trying to think more clearly. Peters leg bouncing and Tony sneaking glances at the boy. May finally turns back around, and simply says, “Okay.”   Peters eyes light up and he quickly stands up, moving towards her. “Are you serious? I... I can go? I can really go?” Peter stutters out excitedly, and glances back at Tony smiling.   “Yes. But weekends only. And training only.” She then points at Tony and says. “Keep your promises, Stark.”   Tony smiles and says, “Yes, I will.’’ Peter then laughs in delight and throws his arms around his Aunt. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you...” Peter repeats. “I gotta pack.” He shouts and goes to run to his room.   “Ah, ah, ah.” May says, grabbing the back of Peters shirt. “It’s a Thursday, honey.” May states, her voice sweet, and no longer full of anger.   “Oh. Right. Yeah. I still gotta pack so everything is ready for tomorrow” Peter replies, his eyes still lit up in excitement. May nods and let’s him go. Peter then runs to his room, shouting, “I’m gonna be an Avenger!!” May and Tony just laugh.   “Drink?” May asks Tony. Turning and walking towards the open kitchen.   “Please.” Tony replies, smiling.   Holy shit.   ———————   Peter spends the next few hours packing and sorting through stuff he wants to take to the Avengers facility. He couldn’t believe that May actually said yes. That she’s actually letting him have weekends there, and be an Avenger. This is all he’s ever dreamt of. Plus, he gets to spend more time with Tony. Lots of more time with Tony.   No, you’re going there to work and train. Nothing else. You’re not in love with him. Stop thinking you are .   Peter then hears Tony laughing with May. He lets out a long sigh and shakes his head.   I’m in love with him. I totally am. And I’m fucking screwed.   ——————   “And, And, then she just says, ‘okay’ and then I ran to pack, and now I’m gonna be an Avenger, I’m going to the facility tonight. I’m... I’m gonna meet everyone and I’m going to be an Avenger. Like, for real. Isn’t that so cool? You was right! Ned, You was actually right!” Peter half shouts, half whispers and him and Ned walk through the school hallway. Peter smiling and knocking Ned’s arm with his elbow as he talks and walks.   “But, what happened to you being in love with Tony? I didn’t even know you was gay.” Ned replies to his little happy rant, turning Peters mood a little sour.   “I’m not. I mean, I’m not in love with him. I... I swear, I’m not. Nor am I gay. I’m not.” Peter whispers back to him, hoping no one else hears. But, of course, someone just had to.   “So, Penis Parker is gay. I mean, everyone knew anyway.” Peter whips round to find Flash standing right there. A huge shit eating grin on his face.   “I’m not. I’m not.” Peter insists. “Ned was joking. Right, Ned?” Peter nudges his arm.   “Yeah. Totally. I was joking.” Ned also insists, trying to help the situation.   Flash laughs and says, “Yeah, sure. Everyone already knew, like I said. It’s so obvious. But what’s even better, is that I overheard Ned here, saying that you was in love with Tony Stark.” Peters just glad he heard nothing else. Flash continues taunting him, “That. Is. Classic. I mean, how old is he? You’ve never even met him. You never will. And he’s old enough to be your dad.” Flash keeps laughing, his laugh and words getting louder. Then he looks dead at Peter with that shit eating grin. “You don’t have daddy issues, do you, Parker?”   Peter, filling with rage, spits back. “Of course I fucking don’t. And you heard wrong.’’   Flash then decided to shout out, “Hey! Everyone! Penis Parker has some serious dadd-“ Peter then cuts him off by shoving into the lockers on the other side of the hallway, watching his head slam into the lockers, then him fall to the floor. Students stood in shock while a few of Flashes friends ran to help him, throwing dirty looks at Peter. Wow, if looks could kill. Peter then let out a sigh and ran for the doors again, pulling out his phone, clicking on Tony’s number, and pressing the phone to his ear.   After a few moments after Peter pushed himself through the doors, Tony picked up the phone and his voice flowed through the speaker. “Kid, what’s up?” He asks.   Peter sits on the steps leading up to the school and says “I’ve fucked up, send someone to come get me. Like, now.” Peter almost sobs into the phone. “Hang on, fucked up how?” Tony asks, voice showing concern. “I... Flash was giving me shit, just saying a lot of stuff that wasn’t true. And, and, I... I got angry and pushed him. I was only meant to shove him a little, I swear. But I pushed him really hard, and, he... he like, went across the hallway, and went into the lockers. I’m pretty sure I made him leave a dent, like, in the locker...” Peter rambles, tears threatening to leave his eyes.   Tony sighs then replies, “Just calm down, I’m sure people will just think he tripped and fell. Just go back, keep your head down and get through the day, Okay? Happy will be waiting for you once you’re finished with school.” Tony says, calmly. His voice seems to calm Peter down too.   Fuck, you’re so awesome. Just keep talking to me. Let me sit here and keep talking to you. Please, Tony.   “Okay.” Is all Peter replies and hangs up. He looks down and the pavement before getting up and walking back into the school. Keeping his head down so he doesn’t have to look at anyone. He’s just gotta get through the day.   Just get through .   --------   Tony groans as he places the phone on his desk in front of him. He shouldn’t feel this way. Shouldn’t want to hear the teenagers voice every single day, every single minute. Shouldn’t want to hold him close, kiss him, hold him down. Tony knows it can’t ever happen, no matter how much he tries to work it out in his head. Trying to figure out someway to do it. Make it happen, make Peter his. He’s missed having the boy around, missed his smile, full of innocence and makes him look all that more beautiful. The way he stutters when he gets flustered or complemented, or gets excited. His snarky comments and little jokes.  ‘’FRIDAY?’’ Tony says into the quietness of his lab.   ‘’Yes, Sir?’’   ‘’If I was found to be having a sexual relationship with a sixteen year old… What would happen?’’ Tony already knows the answer, but he needs to hear it. Needs these thoughts to stop.   ‘’Four years imprisonment, Sir.’’   ‘’Thanks, FRIDAY.’’ Tony says, getting up and pouring himself a drink, and soon gulping it all down, and pouring another.    ---------   Peter tries his hardest all day to ignore the stares he's been getting from all the other students. He tries his hardest to ignore all the whispers of, ‘Did you hear what Peter did? ’  and ‘ He really messed Flash up.’ Not forgetting the worst ones. ‘Flash said he got defensive when he said he heard him say he was gay. And in love with Tony Stark. ’ and, ‘ What a fucking freak.’   He spends all day keeping his head down, biting back tears, and watching the clock. Ned keeps trying to talk to him, keeps whispering apologies, and promising that he didn’t mean to talk so loud. That he didn’t mean to cause all that. Peter doesn't blame Ned, it wasn’t his fault. It was his own. He should of kept it all to himself. Should be more aware on when he’s talking and thinking. And knowing the difference between the two.   Just one more class to go after this. Just get through the day, then you can see Tony, you can hide away for a weekend. You can forget about this, everyone else will forget too. You get to see Tony. You’ll be happy then.   ‘’Peter.’’   Maybe I am in love with him. I mean, why wouldn’t I be? He’s amazing and kind.   ‘’Peter!’’   And so fucking gorgeous, I just want him to bend me ov-   ‘’MR. PARKER.’’   Peter looks up, his thoughts stopping dead, finding the teacher looming over him. ‘’Ah, nice to have you back. Would you like to contribute to this class or would you like to go back to daydreaming?’’ The teacher asks. The class then laughs and he hears whispers of, ‘ He’s probably dreaming about Tony .’ As well as, ‘ What a fucking weirdo .’ When Peter doesn’t reply right away the teacher continues, ‘’If you’re not going to pay attention then maybe you shouldn’t be here, Mr. Parker.’’   Peter then quickly stutters out, ‘’I’m sorry, I’m just a little distracted but I’ll pay attention. I’m really sorry.’’ The teacher seems satisfied and turns to walk to the front of the classroom, droning on about shit Peter doesn’t care about.   Just get through. Just get through. Just get through.   Peter glanced up at the clock, finding to read 1:43pm.   Just one more an hour. One more class. One more hour.   Then he’ll be out of here. He’ll getting into Happy’s car. He’ll going to pick his stuff from home. He’ll be going to the Avengers facility. He gets to see Tony in just one hour. The bell rang to signal to the students to move to the next class. Peter quickly shoved all his books into his bag and got up and rushed out before anyone else did. Ignoring how the teacher shouted his name and demanded he come back and wait to be dismissed. Peter didn’t care. He just needed to get through this final hour.   Ned quickly caught up with him, grabbing his arm, and pulling him to the side and against the lockers, standing in front of him. ‘’Peter, please, talk to me. I’m sorry. I’ve been saying I’m sorry all day. I didn’t know Flash was there. I wasn’t thinking. Please.’’ Ned begs. Peter grits his jaw shut.   Keep the tears back, Parker. Keep ‘em back .   ‘’It’s fine. It wasn’t your fault, okay? It’s mine. It’s all mine. You didn’t know and that’s okay. The thing’s people are saying are because of Flash. Not you. I pushed him, I hurt him. I said what I said about Tony. Okay? It’s not your fault.’’ Peter explains, not able to look at Ned, so just looking around anywhere, but mostly at the floor.   Ned lets out a sigh of relief, ‘’Dude, are you sure? Because it all feels like my fault. I mean, I thought you wasn’t going to be my friend anymore. And that would really suck. Because I have like, no one else.’’ Ned states.   Peter then looks up, finally able to look at him. ‘’I would never not be your friend.’’ Peter says. ‘’Now, lets just go to class, alright. Then, I can get out of here, and I can forget all about today.’’   Ned nods and says, ‘’Sure, dude. Let’s go.’’ Then he walks next to Peter as they make their way down the hall.   They almost reach the classroom when someone throws water right over Peter, soaking him, then hearing the laughter and cheers of what felt like the entire school. Peter looks up to see Flash holding a huge bucket. The contents all over Peter.   Where the fuck did you get a bucket from, you fuck.   Just before Peter can shout something, some insult, just anything. Flash brings his leg up and kicks Peter straight in the stomach, sending him backwards and straight onto the floor. Peter groans and curls up. His stomach feeling, well, like he just got kicked in the fucking stomach. More students run over, shouting that there’s gonna be a fight between him and Flash. ‘’What you gonna do, Parker? You think you can push me? Make yourself because I fucking tripped over?’’ Flash shouts. ‘’You gonna call Daddy ? You gonna get Tony to come and kick my ass.’’ He laughs before continuing, ‘’You’re a fucking freak Peter, a right fucking weirdo.’’ You have no idea.   Ned then speaks up, ‘’You don’t know nothing, Flash. You didn’t even hear us properly. We didn’t even say what you’re saying! You’re just trying to embarrass Peter, and the only one who's actually going to be embarrassed is you in the end, Flash.’’ Peter smiles at his friend, thinking that maybe that’s going to be enough to make Flash stop.   ‘’Oh, yeah,’’ Flash starts, ‘’No. I heard just fine. Your little friend here, has some serious daddy issues. Pining after a man who doesn’t even know he exists. Who he’s never met, nor going to meet,’’ Flash pauses and looks down, hovering over Peter. ‘’You’re a fucking freak, Parker.’’ Flash finishes. Peter goes to stand up, but Flash kicks him again, sending him flying straight back down.   So much for getting through the day. Just wait, he’ll give up. He’ll go. Don’t retaliate. Don’t. Just get through the day. Just get through it. Get through the day.   Peter keeps repeating a mantra in his head.   Get through, get through, get through .   As Flash keeps kicking and kicking, and kicking, the pain getting worse and all Peter can do is bring his arms up to cover his face. He can hear all the students laughing, taunting, and cheering, and encouraging Flash to carry on. He tries to get up again, tries to get up to run, but the kicking just doesn’t stop.   I refuse to shout for help. Just get through. Get through.   Then, hears someone shouting for him to stop, and the banging of a door closing. ‘’You little fucking shit .’’ Peter hears a man say, and then hears a body fall to the floor, and a small groan.   Wait, is that who I think it is?   Then Flash is gone, there’s no foot repeatedly kicking him, the rooms gone silent, and Peter thinks he recognises the voice. He pulls his arms from his face and looks up. His mouth falling open at the sight of Tony.   When the fuck… How the fuck… What the fuck!?   Peter then turns his head, trying to find Ned, and when his eyes finally find him, his stood with Peter’s phone in his hand.   That’s how. You smart, but stupid idiot.   Tony is then leaning down, placing his hand underneath Peter’s head, and another under his shoulder to help him up slowly. Peter tries to just get up, he doesn’t wanna be laid there no more. He wants to get out of there. He wants Tony to actually let go and let him run, but he doesn’t. Tony stops Peter dead. ‘’Stop. Not too quickly. You’ll hurt yourself more.’’ So, he lets Tony bring him up, help him sit up, and then to stand. Once he’s stood, Peter keeps a hold of one of Tony’s arms and looks around at the rest of the students standing in the hall, whispering and eyes glued on the sight in front of them.   Peter groans and lets his face hide in Tony’s shoulder, just wanting to hide away, pretend nothing happened. ‘’Please, just… just get me out of here.’’ Peter asks Tony. Well, he more or less begs. Tony just nods and places his arm around Peter’s waist. ‘’Shit, wait…’’ Peter starts. ‘’Ned, my phone, please.’’ He finishes.   Ned the hands his phone over before rushing out his own apology, ‘’Three teachers just walked by. No one was going to do anything. I just called him, I didn’t even think…’’Ned starts to continue but Peter cuts him off.   ‘’It’s fine. You did the right thing. It’s fine. I’ll call you later, okay?’’ Peter says, nodding at Ned before letting Tony help him walk down the hallway, and out the door.   Tony helped Peter get into the car, and watched Tony shut the door, and walk round to the other side of the car, open the door and get in. Peter looked up and said hello to Happy who was sitting in the driver’s seat. ‘’You just can’t stay out of trouble, can you?’’ Happy threw out, making Peter wince.   You’re right. I can’t. Maybe I should just ask Tony to take me home. Maybe I’ll be too much trouble.   Peter then looked up at Tony. ‘’Who knocked Flash over?’’ Is all Peter asks.   Tony snorts a little before saying, ‘’Who do you think? All I did was push him a little. Boy’s a full blown drama queen. What made him do that? I mean, he shouldn’t of anyway. But, surely a little push shouldn’t have caused him to do that.’’ Tony answers.   Peter shakes his head, not wanting to answer, so he ask his own questions. ‘’You didn’t hear anything while you was there? In fact, how the hell did you get here so quick?’’ Peter turns his head towards Happy as he starts the car and starts to drive off away from the school, and then back to Tony, listening to him as he explains.   ‘’I was already here. I changed my mind and decided to wait with Happy for you to finish school. We had just pulled up when I got the call from Ned.’’ Tony says, looking out the window, he then continues talking. ‘’And no, I didn’t hear anything. But, what was I even listening out for?’’ He asks Peter, turning back to look at Peter.   Peter just shakes his head and looks out the window. ‘’It doesn’t matter.’’ Tony decides to let it go. He’ll ask him again later.   ----------------   An hour so later, the car pulls into the driveway of the Avengers facility, Peter’s mood finally picking up. He takes in the entire sight of the facility.   Fuck, this place is huge!   Tony laughs and says, ‘’Yeah, it is. So is your room.’’   Peter laughs awkwardly. ‘’I said that out loud, didn’t I?’’ He looks down and grits his jaw shut.   I have got to stop doing that. Just stop it, Parker.   The car comes to a stop and Happy gets out and heads to the trunk of the car. Tony then turns to Peter before speaking, ‘’Okay, so here’s what’s going to happen, kid.’’ He starts, and Peter looks up at him, gritting his jaw again.   God just fuc-   ‘’I’m gonna show you around quickly, point out the places that are gonna be of importance to you, then I’m gonna show you to your room, let you sort yourself and the room out to how you want it, and then I’ll come and get you so you can have something to eat and meet the rest of the team.’’ Tony smiles before continuing, ‘’I mean, I know you’ve already met them, but not as, you know, just you.’’   Peter nods, ‘’Y-yeah, sounds good, Mr. Stark.’’ Tony nods back at him, then undoes his seat-belt and opens the door and steps out. Peter then does the same, and shuts the door behind him and waits for Tony to make his way round. Just as Tony is standing next to him, Happy hands his bags over, which Peter takes into his hands and places them on the floor to put on his backpack, and then picking the rest of the bags up again. Tony pats the space on his back, just above where the backpack starts, and pushes him forwards towards the facility doors.   Please keep touching me. You can literally touch me anywhere you want.   Peter looks up, making sure he didn’t say that out loud, which, thank god, he didn’t. Tony keeps his hand on Peter’s back as he shows him round quickly, just like he says. Walking down hallways, and waving in and out of different labs, and gyms, and sitting rooms, quickly showing him the huge kitchen, seriously does a kitchen need to be that big, then showing him to where all the bedrooms are, then, finally, stopping at Peter’s. ‘’So, this is where you’re gonna be staying when you’re here.’’ Tony says as he opens the door to reveal Peter’s room.   Peter’s mouth hangs open at the sight of the room. The room is far from huge. It’s absolutely massive. Just so, so, so, unnecessary. The walls are painted a soft grey, the carpet is a light brown colour, and my god, so soft, what the fuck. There’s a king size bed in the centre of the room. There’s a flat-screen on the wall, as well as brand new Alienware computer sat on a white desk with a red bow sat on top. As soon as Peter’s eyes land on it, he drops his bags and runs over like a child of Christmas morning, just too eager to open their presents. Tony laughs as he does this. ‘’Mr. Stark! Is… I-Is this mine? Is it for me?’’ Peter’s eyes bright as he turns to face Tony which makes him laugh even more.   ‘’Yep. All yours, kid.’’ Tony laughs out, smiling.   ‘’Holy, shit! Thank you so much, Mr. Stark! Seriously! This has made my day. It really has. Have I said thank you? Thank you!’’ Peter rambles, making Tony smile even more.   God, you’re gorgeous when you smile. Tony. Jesus. Stop. Kid, remember. A child. God, I’m screwed.   Peter send out another wave of thank you’s as Tony excuses himself, telling Peter he has some business to attend to.   You can attend to my business, you gorgeous man.   Peter then takes his time looking around the room, going through the walk in wardrobe.   Why would I need all this space? This is insane, totally insane. Oh. Fuck, yeah… I was meant to like, move in. He’s so lovely, he did all this for me.   He walks back out and grabs his bags of clothes, and starts putting them away. He decides to kill time, assuming Tony will be a while, by categorising them, making sure they are all put away neatly. Folding clothes to go into drawers, stacking them neatly. He then grabs the 3 pairs of shoes he brought with him, putting them on the shoe stand below the pole of clothes. Peter then grabs any other things he brought, books, homework, picture frames, into the places where they needed to go. He then plugs in his phone changer and sticks his phone on charge. He then just walks aimlessly around the room, checking out the en-suite bathroom with his own bath and shower, all marble flooring and marble sides.   Clearly Tony likes marble.   He then starts thinking of what happened back at school. Why was Flash so worked up? All he did was shove him. It makes no sense at all. Yeah, he shoved him hard, but Tony was right, why did he need to do all that? Was it because Peter embarrassed him? Showed him up a little? Peter just couldn’t figure it out, no matter how hard he thought. Peter still couldn’t get over everything Flash had said. What he had gone around and said about him. People have to know it’s not true, Peter isn’t in love with Tony, he doesn’t have daddy issues, he doesn’t. He’s absolutely not in love with Tony Stark.   It is true, though, you are in love with him, and no, you don’t have daddy issues, but he’s daddy though.   Peter shakes his head at that last thought, laughing to himself. He quickly decides to call Aunt May, since when he went to go and pick up his stuff, he didn’t really say a word due to the mood he was in, and couldn’t explain why he was walking weird, and that wasn’t fair on her.   You’ll be walking weird due to a different thing if you get your way, if you get what I mean.   Peter walks over to where he left his phone on charge and yanks the wire out the bottom. He then dials Aunt May’s number and waits for her to answer the phone. A few seconds later, she picks up, her voice cheery, ‘’Honey, I didn’t expect a call so quickly! Do you like it there? What’s your room like? Have you met anyone yet? Oh, do you wanna come back home? It’s okay if you do.’’ She says.   Peter laughs at wave of questions before he replies. ‘’I just didn’t talk to you really before I left, and I just wanted to call you quickly…’’ Peter starts.   ‘’I really like it here, it seems so awesome so far, and my room is huge! It has a walk in wardrobe, and king size bed, and a bathroom, a huge bathroom! I haven’t met any other Avengers yet, no. But I can’t wait. There’s like 4 huge gyms, and I don’t know how many different labs! I’m so excited. Don’t worry, I don’t want to come home, I’m going to love weekends here. I’m so happy.’’ Peter finishes rambling excitedly, generally feeling happy, and well, at home.   May laughs at her nephews happiness, making her smile, ‘’Well, that’s great, honey. I better let you get back to whatever you’re going. Remember to do your homework, and to look after yourself, and not to get into trouble…’’   Heh. Too late. I got my ass beat at school because I’m in love with Tony, and everyone was taunting me and saying I had daddy issues .   ‘’I love you, honey.’’ May finishes before hanging up the phone once Peter returned the ‘I love you’. Peter then sighed and placed his phone on the bedside table, looking over at the brand new computer Tony had got for him.   More reasons why I fucking love you, you know me so well.   Peter goes over to the computer and spends the next hour setting it up, downloading and installing all the programs he needs, and looking over the ones Tony had already programmed onto it. He then decides to download and install a few games, you know, in case he ever gets bored and needs something to do. While he was waiting for the programs to download, he decides to get up and grab his phone so he could send out a text to Ned. Just to let him know how awesome the Avengers facility was, and that he would be meeting all the other Avengers when Tony wasn’t busy anymore.   He sighs and looks at the time. Almost 5pm. Tony’s been gone for almost 2 hours now. He puts the computer on standby, places his phone on the desk and gets up, and makes his way over to the bed. The bed's huge. It has soft blue bedding, and from what Peter could see there has to be at least eight pillows.   Seriously, who needs that amount of pillows?   He sits himself down on the bed, and lays back against the pillows, instantly overcome with comfort.   Okay, okay, that’s why .   He closes his eyes and of course, thinks of Tony.   -------------------   Peter wakes to three strong knocks on his bedroom door, he slowly opens his eyes and sits up. The door then opens to reveal Tony on the other side, tie undone, and shirt open at the top, jacket missing.   You’re gorgeous, I know I keep saying it, but you’ll never not be gorgeous. Seriously, just come here and f-   ‘’Hey, I didn’t mean to wake you.’’ Tony says in a low voice, making his way over to Peter, and sitting on the edge of the bed. ‘’You get yourself all moved in?’’ He asks.   Peter nods, his eyes glued on the exposed skin peeking out of the top of Tony’s shirt. ‘’Yeah, everything’s unpacked, I-I’ve set up the computer, which, th- thank you again, Mr. Stark, I-I love it.’’ Peter rushes out, tripping over his words.   Tony smiles, ‘’I already told you, it’s fine, you’re gonna need it, you know with homework, and to kill time when you’re not training or in the lab with me.’’ Tony replies.   Peter just smiles, ‘’Erm, food?’’   Tony laughs and nods. ‘’Yes. Food. Come on.’’ Tony then stands up and heads towards the door, Peter following behind him.   --------------------   Peter and Tony are sitting at the table in the kitchen. Tony's ordered food in, he tells Peter that he just couldn’t be bothered to cook or make anything. Peter laughs and waves him off, saying it’s fine and making sure to say thank you. For the most part, they eat in silence. Until Tony speaks up, ‘’So, what really happened at school today? There’s got to be a story behind it all. Or are you gonna let me think that he just kicked your ass for no reason at all other than the fact you shoved him?’’ Peter sighs and drops his fork onto the plate.   Come on. I really don’t wanna talk about this .   Tony just keeps his eyes on Peter, waiting for a reply. When Peter doesn’t reply for a few minutes Tony speaks up again, ‘’Seriously, Peter, you have to talk to me. What happened?’’ He asks.   Peter finally talks, ‘’It’s nothing, okay? It’s stupid, and the reason I shoved him was stupid. The whole thing is…’’ Peter takes a deep breath, about to finish speaking when Tony finishes his sentence for him,   ‘’Let me guess. Stupid?’’   Peter nods, ‘’Totally stupid.’’   ‘’Come on, just tell me.’’ Tony pleads, his eyes still glued on Peter.   ‘’Fine.’’ Peter says, taking another deep breath, quickly thinking of a story that Tony will buy, ‘’Me and Ned were talking. We… We didn’t know anyone was listening. We was talking about me coming here, and ab-about you…’’ Peter pauses, and looks down at the table, ‘’A-and then the conversation changed… I sorta have a thing for this guy, and I let slip th-that I felt something for him…’’ Peter then glances up, finding Tony’s eyes on him. His face expressionless. He decides to continue, just think on the spot, ‘’He’s… erm, he’s older. Like, a lot. Which is stupid of me, I know, but yeah, anyway… We was talking about that and Ned was like. ‘Oh I didn’t even know you were gay’ which, I don’t th-think I am, I… I just like this one guy…But Flash overheard us… He taunted me, the usual, and then he just started saying shit that wasn’t even needed and I just… I lost it. And pushed him, and then I ran out, and called you, and then, well, you know the rest.’’ Peter finishes his little story, and looks up, hoping Tony buys it and drops the conversation. Of course, he doesn’t.   ‘’So… Who’s the guy? How old is older? When did you meet him? Where did you meet him?’’ Tony throws out.   Jesus, calm down, you’re not jealous, you can’t be  .   Peter laughs, ‘’Erm, well, you don’t know him, obviously, he’s super cute. Gorgeous actually. R-really amazing…’’ Peter looks down again, not able to look at Tony because the only thing going through his mind is him. ‘’He’s… He’s sort of, you know, a lot older… than me.’’ Peter then tilts his head up again, just to quickly take a glance at Tony’s face.   Fuck. Why does he look pissed? What have I done? Please, don’t be angry with me. I’m talking about you. Which, well, would probably make you more angry, but still.   ‘’How old, Peter?’’ Tony demands.   ‘’Like, old enough to… erm, be my dad, I guess.’’ Peter quickly says, looking back down.   ‘’Huh.’’ Is all Tony says, before letting his hand fall down onto the table as he gets up out of his chair, letting it bang on the table a little, enough to make Peter look up.   What the fuck are you thinking? Are you serious? No one should be seeing you. No one but me. Fuck him. No, wait, don’t. Let me fuc- Calm down. Now!   Peter watches as Tony makes his way over to the counters, leaning against them, crossing his arms. ‘’Seriously?’’ Tony asks. Peter just looks at him, not knowing how to respond. ‘’How did you meet someone like that? Do you actually hang out with him? Like, see him?’’ Tony asks, his voice laced with a small amount of anger. Peter nods. ‘’When? When do you see him?’’ Tony demands again.   ‘’Ju-Just a few times here and there. But, it… it’s innocent. He doesn’t know I feel this way.’’ Peter says.   Tony lets out a sigh, a sigh that seems like relief to Peter. ‘’You had me worried, kid. I thought you meant you was, like, seeing him. If you know what I mean.’’   Peter laughs, his head tilting back, ‘’God, no…’’ Peter then gets up and walks over to Tony, ‘’He has no clue, at all, it’s… it’s not like that I promise.’’ Peter finishes as he stands in front of Tony, looking up into his eyes.   I wish you would just kiss me.   ‘’Okay, that’s good. Because, that would be incredibly wrong…’’ Tony replies, looking down at the younger boy. Peter just smiles and nods in agreement. Tony just smiles in return.   Would it really be so wrong if I…   Tony starts to lean his head down towards the younger boy, and Peter just stands frozen, keeping his eyes locked on Tony. Just as Tony is about to bring his hand up, to place it on Peter’s cheek when…   ‘’Hey! This is where you are! Is this the new kid?’’ Steve asks. Tony quickly straightens up, and Peter lets out the breath he didn’t even know he was holding in.   Tony clears his throat, ‘’Erh, yeah… This is Peter, also known as Spider-Man.’’   Peter then turns around to face Steve, a little smile appearing on his face. ‘’So, you’re the kid that tried to kick my ass back in Germany.’’ Steve laughs out.   Peter’s face turns red and he lets out a laugh of his own. ‘’Y-yeah… That… That was me.’’ He says awkwardly. ‘’Are you glad to be back?’’ Peter asks and Steve nods.   ‘’Yeah, of course I am, I mean, no better place than home.’’ Steve comments, a smile on his face.   Peter just smiles back. Tony then speaks, ‘’Peter, you’re gonna be training with old Cap here, mainly on a Saturday morning for a good few hours, and if you wanna train at any other time then you just go and find him. Other times will spent in the lab with me, and any other time is your own.’’ Tony states, nodding to Steve.   ‘’Yeah, I need you in the gym no later than 8, if it was a weekday I’d have you down there at 6, but, even I can appreciate sleeping in a little on the weekend, is that okay?’’ Steve asks Peter.   ‘’Yeah, that sounds awesome.’’ Peter replies.   Steve smiles, ‘’Well, I’ll let you two carry on with… whatever you was doing.’’ With that, Steve turned around and walked out the kitchen.   ‘’So… Steve’s actually really nice.’’ Peter says after a few moments of awkward silence.   He was going to kiss me. Please tell me I wasn’t dreaming. He was. He was gonna do it. Try again. We won’t get interrupted.   ‘’Yeah, he is.’’ Tony says after clearing his throat again, looking everywhere else other than at Peter. Chapter End Notes Lemme know if this is looking better already, I honestly didn't add much to this chapter at all, it's mainly just edited. Luv 2 u all as always ***** Feels like we're on the edge right Now. ***** Chapter Summary When Tony doesn’t speak or move, Peter decides to carry on talking, to carry on pushing. “Aren’t you a little bit curious? What it’d be like, you and me? What I’d look like, holding your hand, in your arms... under you? What I’d feel like?” Peter then moves his head down to Tony’s neck, placing a simple kiss. He then feels Tony arm come around his waist, and Peter brings his hands up to Tony’s hair, and Tony pulls him closer. “Do you think about how I’d sound? What it would be like to hear me moan your name? What it’d be like when I’m asking you and begging you for more? How it would feel to know I’m all yours? That I would let you do anything you wanted.” Peter then starts to kiss Tony’s neck and place small licks on his neck between those kisses, and Tony lets out a small moan and moves his head to the side, giving Peter more access, and hiding his face in the boys shoulder. “You’d be my first. You’d be my only. I’ll be all yours. I promise.” Peter says, and bites down on Tony’s neck. Chapter Notes This is where the changes begin. I aim to have the new chapter up in a few days, no more half assed chapters that I end up hating. I'm dong this right this time! See the end of the chapter for more notes Peter follows Tony as he starts to show him round all the labs at the Avenger’s facility.   Seriously, five labs? Who needs that amount of labs?   Tony explains how the ones on the middle floor are public labs. For the workers, to do whatever they need to do, and for anyone else in the facility to use. He states that one is more for anything medical related, so more of their own personal hospital rather than a lab. Tony then places his hand on Peter’s lower back, guiding him towards the elevator, taking him down to Tony’s own private lab. Now Peter’s lab too on weekends. They stand in silence as the elevator goes down, Tony still hasn’t moved his hand away. Peter feels like he can’t breathe.   Just keep touching me. Touch me forever, God, please.   Peter keeps his eyes cast down to the floor, and when the elevator finally hits the bottom floor, which in real time only took a few seconds but to Peter it felt like a lifetime, Tony drops his hand as the doors slide open to reveal an open floor lab, and storage space for all of Tony’s cars.   Again, who needs that amount of cars? I bet he only drives the one .   Tony takes his time walking him around the lab, pointing everything out that would be of importance to Peter. Peter looks over at Tony’s little work space, two thirty inch Apple monitors on one desk, and what looked like two Dell LCD monitors, and his keyboard projected onto both desks. Jesus, this is insane. Peter carried on looking around the room taking note of the multiple flat- screen TV’s mounted on to the walls, and Dell rack-mount servers, as well as the see-through monitors plastered everywhere.   Jesus fucking Christ, all of this is crazy.   Peter just decides to nod, rather than talk, to whatever Tony was saying, because all he could really think about was what almost happened back in the kitchen.  Peter just wanting so badly for a second chance for it to happen for real.   Maybe I was wrong, I mean, surely he can’t like me like that. Who would ?   Tony explains to Peter that he could come down here whenever he likes but Tony wants him for some actual work from one in the afternoon on a Saturday and a few hours on Sunday before he heads home. Tony then shows him his own little work-space, similar setup to what Tony had himself. Tony talks him round it, telling him it’s all his, and he just picked up things that he thought Peter would like.   Of course I’ll like it. I like you more, though.   -------   ‘’So, what do you think?’’ Tony asks Peter, turning to face him, a smile on his face.   ‘’It’s great, Mr. Stark. R-Really great.’’ Peter replies, looking down.   ‘’Hey, what’s going on, kid?’’ Tony then lifts Peter’s head up with a finger under his chin.   Peter just shakes his head, pulling away from Tony's touch, and starts to walk around the lab, ‘’It’s nothing, just thinking about school. I’m scared what’s going to happen when I go back.’’ Peter shrugs, and walks over to the cars.   Tony follows him over, ‘’Why are you scared?’’   Peter laughs, ‘’Why wouldn’t I be? Flash can easily do what he did all over again.’’   Tony shakes his head, ‘’Nah. He won’t.’’   Peter turns to face him, his face showing all kinds of hurt and anger. ‘’How can you be so sure? You’re not going to be there. No one else is going to stop him. Did you know that three teacher’s walked by and did nothing. They did fuck all. No one cares. Like, at all ’’ Peter grits out, and clenches his jaw, holding back his tears. Tony just puts a hand on his shoulder.   I do. I care  .   ‘’I promise, kid. Nothing will happen.’’ Tony doesn’t actually know how to stop it, how he’s going to make sure nothing will happen, but he’ll think of something.   No one’s gonna hurt you again. I promise, little one. Jesus Fucking Christ. Stop.   ‘’But, how?’’ Peter asks, tears threatening to leave his eyes.   Tony sighs and reaches over, pulling Peter in for a hug, holding him tight, listening to him as he sobs. ‘’Seriously, kid, you could of kicked his ass, why are you so upset?’’ Tony looks down at the boy curled up in his arms, hands pushed against his face as he shakes his head. ‘’Is this actually about that guy?’’ Tony finally asks when Peter seems to have calmed down.   ‘’It’s about everything.’’ Peter says, ‘’It’s just piled up a little bit, I guess.’’ Peter then steps out of Tony’s arms, wiping his eyes with his sleeve.   No, come back here, please let me hold you longer.   ‘’I’m fine, I swear. Just… needed to cry it out, I guess. I’m okay. Really, I am.’’ Peter tells him, but Tony doesn’t believe a word. ‘’I don’t really know why I’m upset myself.’’ Peter shrugs, then Tony watches as Peter walks over to Tony’s cars, looking each one over slowly, hand smoothing over the top of Tony’s ombre orange, yellow and black Audi R8 as he continued to walk and look, obviously trying to avoid continuing the conversation further. Tony followed him closely behind, waiting for the boy to speak. When Peter reached the last car, the hood popped up and tools spread around on the floor. ‘’What’s up with it?’’ Peter asks.   Tony then walks round and bends over the hood of the car, turns his head to Peter and says, ‘’That’s exactly what I’m trying to figure out. But, car’s old as shit so there’s probably no hope.’’ Peter shakes his head, ‘’Nah, anything is fixable.’’ Tony nods in agreement, ‘’Wanna help?’’   Peter laughs, ‘’I have like, no knowledge on cars, I wouldn’t know where to start.’’   Tony straightens up, ‘’I’ll just tell you what to pass me, and I’ll teach you as we go along. Peter smiles and takes off his jacket, throwing it over to the chair, it misses of course and just falls to the floor. ‘’Sure.’’   ----------   Tony and Peter spend the next hour hovered around the car. Peter asking questions and Tony answering them. Tony getting Peter to hand him various different tools as he slides back and forth under the car. They eventually end up both lent over the car, Tony going on about the engine and Peter not able to pay attention, because all he could do was stare at Tony. Tony then asks for Peter’s help, wanting him to reach into the engine to pull something, Peter didn’t hear what, as his hands were smaller than Tony’s. So, under guidance, Peter does what he instructs. When he pulls his hand out again, it's covered all over in oil. ‘’Yeah. Nice.’’ Peter complains, laughing. ‘’You can’t expect to work on cars and not get a little bit dirty, kid.’’ Tony replies. Peter then smirks and wipes his hand down Tony’s bicep, laughing. Tony’s mouth opens wide, in shock. ‘’You little shit. I can’t believe you did that.’’ Peter, with the smirk still plastered on his face, wipes the back of his hand down Tony’s other bicep.   ‘’You made me get my hand dirty, so, I decided to clean them on you. It’s only fair.’’ Peter smirks.   Tony laughs, swiping his hand over the engine, covering his own hand. ‘’Oh yeah, I absolutely understand.’’ he says, just as he runs his oiled covered hand down Peter’s chin and neck. Peter squeals and his eyes light up along with his laughter. Soon enough, somehow, they end up both covered in oil, laughing, and on the floor. Tony is hovered over Peter, his legs either side of the young boy’s hips, pinning him down as he laughs and tries to wipe more oil over Tony. ‘’Oh no you don’t.’’ Tony says, then brings his hand down and wipes his hand over Peter’s left cheek. Peter does the same squeal that he’s been doing each time Tony wiped oil on him. Playful, light, and oh, so cute.   Peter brings his hands above his head, ‘’I surrender. You win,’’ he laughs.   Tony nods, laughing back at him. ‘’Yeah, that’s what I thought.’’   They stay like that, even when the laughter calms down, Peter looking up at Tony smiling, and Tony smiling back at him.   Just do it. Just get him. Kiss him. Fuck him. Right here. He won’t say no. He’ll let you do anything you want. He wants it too.   Tony doesn’t even realise that he’s leaning down, and that Peter’s pushing himself up onto his elbows, he doesn’t realise until their lips meet. Tony’s surrounding finally catch up to him when hears Peter let out a little moan against his lips, and when he feels his hand holding onto the back of his neck, holding himself up, holding himself close to Tony.   Fucking shit, what am I doing?   Tony then abruptly pulls away, hearing a small whine leave Peter. ‘’No, it’s okay, come back. It’s okay, Mr. Stark.’’ Peter begs.   ‘’Jesus, I just did that and you still call me Mr. Stark. Where the fuck did I find you?’’ Tony laughs bitterly.   ‘’Queens.’’ Peter says sarcastically.   ‘’Don’t play with me, kid. That shouldn’t have happened.’’ Tony spits at him.   You stupid fuck. He’s sixteen. He’s a child.   ‘’You know what? In fact, it never happened, okay?’’ Tony looks down at Peter, sat on the floor, legs crossed and his hands in his lap like… a child.   Quick, go back, change your mind, kiss him, fu-   ‘’Please, M-, Tony , I actually really want this.’’ Peter says, standing up and starting to walk over to Tony.   Tony puts his hands up and walks back. ‘’Absolutely not. This can’t happen, Peter. It can’t.’’   Peter sighs and stops walking, dropping his hands to his sides in defeat. ‘’Why not?’’ He whispers.   Tony, once again, laughs bitterly, and drags his hands down his face. ‘’Because you’re sixteen! I will literally go to jail. That’s why. This,’’ Tony motions between them, ‘’is fucking illegal.’’   But I still wanna hold you down and hear you moan my name.   ‘’Do you want me to get in trouble?’’ Tony finishes, his tone angry.   Peter shakes his head, and looks down at the floor. The room is silent for a few moments. ‘’You’re the guy, you know.’’ Peter says, breaking that silence.   ‘’What? What do you mean?’’ Tony asks, his eyebrow raised.   ‘’You’re the guy. The one I like. The one I’m in love with. The one Flash taunted me about.’’ Peter breaths properly for the first time in days, the truth finally coming off his chest.   ‘’Are you fucking kidding me?’’ Tony says in a half shout. ‘’You’re not in love with me, Peter.’’ Tony looks around the room in disbelief.   ‘’I kinda am.’’ Peter says quietly.   ‘’No. You’re not. At most it’s a little crush. You admire me. It’s not love.’’ Tony throws at him.   Peter shakes his head once again. ‘’I don’t think so.’’ Peter replies in a small voice, finally looking up at Tony, who’s just glaring down at him, but Peter can’t read the expression on his face.   Tony walks up to him, and looks at him, his face serious and threatening. ‘’I do. It’s a crush. You don’t know me. You don’t know what love is. You’re too young. Okay?’’ Tony sighs before continuing. ‘’It’s getting late. Why don’t you go to bed? I need to think if it’s a good idea for you to be here.’’ Tony then shoves his hands in his pockets and Peter’s head drops back down to the floor, his eyes filling with tears.   ‘’What do you mean? Mr. Stark, I wanna be here, I wanna train to be an Avenger, I wanna work with you, I wan-’’   Tony quickly cuts him off. ‘’Go to bed, kid.’’ Tony grits out, ‘’I need to think. I can’t do that with you in here.’’ Peter then sniffles and nods. Tony watches as he disappears into the elevator.   I wish you did love me. I wish I could have you. But you don’t. And I can’t.   -----------   Peter keeping his jaw locked tight to keep his tears back. He has no reason to cry at all. Like Tony said, nothing happened. Nothing happened at all. Just as the elevator doors closed Peter swears he could hear Tony throw something against the wall, swears he could hear something shatter and a shout, an outburst of anger. The ride up the elevator again feels like it’s been going for a lifetime, but for an entirely different reason this time around.   Once the doors slide open, Peter practically ran to his room, trying his absolute hardest not to cry, desperately just wanting to go to sleep and pretend that all this was some horrible dream, wanting to wake up and everything to be okay, for him and Tony to be okay. He slammed his door shut, and walked over to his bed, throwing himself down on his stomach and clutching his pillow, refusing to cry. He had no reason too.   It didn’t happen. It didn’t happen. It didn’t happen. Oh, but it did. And you liked it. And you got rejected .   Peter at that final thought started to cry, burying his head in his pillow, his whole body shaking with every intake of breath, every sniffle and every sob. He was crying due to the embarrassment, the rejection, and the fact he knew he would never be able to be with Tony. It felt as if he had been laid there for hours when his tears finally died down. He glanced at the clock, and groans when he sees that it’s reading a little after half one in the morning.   Ah, fuck, when did I fall asleep?   Peter decides to change his clothes, taking off the clothes covered in oil and the smell of Tony, and into a simple black t-shirt and some white shorts. He then heads down the kitchen, wanting something to eat and drink before he sleeps. Peter walks into the kitchen and quickly comes to a stop. Tony’s there sat at the table drinking what appears to be a cup of coffee, as soon as his eyes fall on Peter, he quickly gets up to leave the kitchen. Peter darts his arm out to stop him. Tony sighs and looks down, waiting for Peter to speak. “Look, can we please talk? We really need to talk about what happened. Please. I don’t want to pretend that nothing happened, because something did.” Peter begs.   Tony looks everywhere else but at Peter. “No. Absolutely not. You need to go back to bed and forget about all of this. Also, you need to be up early to start training with Cap. And before you ask, yes you get to stay.”   Only because I want to stare at something I’ll never have .   Peter feels his anger just full on explode. “I honestly do not give a fuck about training right now, alright?” Tony seems shocked by Peter’s outburst.   What you think I’m always gonna be like ‘Yes, Mr. Stark.’ Nah. Fuck you. We’re talking about this.   Tony quickly fills full of anger himself, “I don’t want to talk about this. Just go to your room.”   “No, why should I? You kissed me. You did it. You made that move. Not me. It was all you. And I wanted it, I wanted it to carry on, I want you, I want this, I want to be with you. I want to be yours.” Peter rushes out.   “Well, you certainly want a lot of things you can’t have.” Tony throws back at him, his words filled with venom. Tony walks back to the table and sits down. “You’re acting like a fucking child -“   Peter quickly cuts him off, pointing a finger at him, “No, you’re the one act-“   “Stop! Shut up. The adult is talking right now, okay?” Tony cutting him off in return.   You wanna play that card? Let’s fucking play.   “Oh! The adult. The same adult that almost kissed me right here in this kitchen. The same adult that ended up shoving his fucking tongue down my throat while I was on the floor in his lab. That very same adult that I felt get har-“   “Peter! Enough!” Tony tells at him.   Peter decides to yell right back. “No! Fuck you! You want me, and you know you fucking want me. Just fucking admit it.” Peter knows he’s pushing Tony, and he doesn’t know how this is all going to end, but he’s hoping that he’ll just get what he wants.   “You want the truth?” Tony asks. His voice quieter now. Peter just nods. Tony let’s out a deep sigh, “Of course I want you. Who wouldn’t? You’re fucking gorgeous, you’re smart. I can’t get you outta my head. But we can’t do this. It’s literally illegal. I will go to jail. I will get into some serious shit. And I know you don’t want that. I will end up being branded as some sort of pervert that fucking groomed a sixteen year old boy. This can’t happen. It can’t.” Tony tells people, but more telling himself.   “That’s only if people find out. I’m seventeen in a couple of months. I’m legal then, right?” Peter tries to look at Tony, but he’s still refusing to look back at Peter.   “Someone always finds out.” Tony replies, covering his face with his hands.   I’m so fucking screwed. This is all so, so, so wrong.   “No they don’t. Not if we’re careful.” Peter begs.   Tony sighs, and let’s his hands drop and finally looks at Peter. “Yes they do. Now go to bed. We’re not going to keep talking about this.”   Just when I thought we was getting somewhere .   “No, please. I want to keep talking about this. I wan-“ Peter begs again, but only for Tony to cut him off.   “It doesn’t matter what you want. I doesn’t matter what I want. You’re a child. This can’t happen. Now, just go back to your room, because you’re right, training doesn’t matter. Happy will be taking you home tomorrow.” Tony drops his eyes to the floor once again.   “Are you fucking serious?” Peter spits at him, his eyes tearing up.   “You know what, if you would of let me walk out of here, or said that you understand this can’t happen then, I probably would've let you stay. You would be training tomorrow and then you’d be down in the lab later on that day with me, but doing what you're doing just proves you’re nothing more than a stupid child.” Tony rants at him, refusing to look up at him.   Just go, Peter. Just fucking run. Find someone your own age. What are you doing? Keep him. Get him. Keep him. Be selfish. He’s yours. He wants to be all yours.   “Fuck you, Mr. Stark.” Peter throws at him, turning and walking out of the kitchen. Peter stops walking just as he gets around the corner, leaning against the wall, his hands balled into fists by his side. Something then clicks in Peter and he makes his way back to the kitchen.   If I’m never going to see him again then I’m going to give this everything I’ve got.   Peter pokes his head around the side of the kitchen door and watches as Tony rubs a hand over his face, and looks over to the kitchen counter and stares down an unopened bottle of whisky. Watched as he soon gets up, grabs a glass and opens the the bottle, pouring some into a glass, and watches as makes his way back to the table and sits back down, sipping slowly at the whisky, and placing a hand back over his eyes, shaking his head.   Peter then walks back in quietly so Tony doesn’t know he’s there. He slowly walks up, and as soon as he gets close he places his fingers around Tony’s wrist, pulling his hand down from his face, and his other hand taking the glass from him, putting it on the table, he then uses his knee to separate Tony’s legs so he can stand between them. Tony keeps his eyes cast down the whole time.   Tony sighs, sounding defeated. “Please, Peter, just let this fucking go. Go to bed.”   “Just listen to me for a minute, alright? Just let me talk.” Peter asks. Tony just sighs again and Peter takes a breath before talking again. “I think about this all the time.” Peter says simply, and Tony is about to resort back but then he feels Peter’s breath on his ear, feels him place his teeth around his ear lobe and nibble slightly.   Get up. Move him away. Get up. Get up. Get up now! Don’t you fucking dare just sit here. Get the fuck up .   When Tony doesn’t speak or move, Peter decides to carry on talking, to carry on pushing. “Aren’t you a little bit curious? What it’d be like, you and me? What I’d look like, holding your hand, in your arms... under you? What I’d feel like?” Peter then moves his head down to Tony’s neck, placing a simple kiss. He then feels Tony arm come around his waist, and Peter brings his hands up to Tony’s hair, and Tony pulls him closer.   Keep going, don’t you dare stop now, he’s breaking. He’s gonna give in.   Let him go. Get your arm from round him. You can’t do this. Let him go.   “Do you think about how I’d sound? What it would be like to hear me moan your name? What it’d be like when I’m asking you and begging you for more? How it would feel to know I’m all yours? That I would let you do anything you wanted.” Peter then starts to kiss Tony’s neck and place small licks on his neck between those kisses, and Tony lets out a small moan and moves his head to the side, giving Peter more access, and hiding his face in the boys shoulder. “You’d be my first. You’d be my only. I’ll be all yours. I promise.” Peter says, and bites down on Tony’s neck. Tony then shoves Peter back a little and stands up, his hands coming up to cover his face. ''What's wrong?'' Peter asks, and Tony drops his hands and stares at him in disbelief, and laughs.   ''What's wrong?'' Tony half shouts. ''What's fucking wrong?'' Tony repeats. ''You know what's wrong. I've told you that this isn't happening. It won't ever happen. You're a child. What part of that don't you understand? I'm taking you home. I'm taking you home right now.''   ''You can't.'' Peter tells him and Tony shakes his head.   ''Why can't I?'' Tony asks, his voice still loud and angry.   ''You've been drinking.'' Peter points out and Tony sighs and nods.   ''In the morning. I'm taking you home in the morning.'' Tony says, and then points to the door. ''Go to bed, Peter.''    ''No, I don't wanna go home, Tony.'' Peter whines.   ''It's Mr. Stark.'' Tony tells him and Peter laughs.   ''Fine.Mr. Stark. I don't want to go home. I won't do it again. I'll forget all of this. I promise.'' Peter says, and Tony just sighs again.   Send him home. Keep him here.   ''Fine.'' Tony decides. ''Go to bed.'' Peter nods and turns, walking to the door, but, just before he walks out he stops and turns to Tony and smiles.   ''By the way, Mr. Stark.'' Peter pauses and Tony just nods for him to continue. ''I know everything about cars.'' Peter smirks and walks out the kitchen. Chapter End Notes How you liking the changes? Yay? Nay? Lemme know. luv 2 u all as always. ***** With my feelings on fire, I guess I'm a bad Liar. ***** Chapter Summary Peter then sits down next to him, and looks over, smiling. “Thank you for standing up for me, Tony.” Peter says sweetly and Tony feels himself die a little. “I’ll always be there to stand up for you. I told you no one’s ever going to hurt you, I told you I’d sort this.” Tony then smiles back at him, and waves towards the door. “Come on, off to bed. Training with Cap. You made that deal with him.” Peter whines and crosses his arms across his chest, refusing to move ‘’Can I stay here? I don’t wanna be alone after tonight. Just this once..” Tony shakes his head and moves off the bed, standing up. Peter’s arms dropping to his side dramatically. “Come on! Let me stay. I’ll cry if you say no.” Peter whines out, and looks up at Tony, puppy eyes in full force. Chapter Notes Three chapters in one night, bros. I'm on a roll. Shall we see if I can get up a fourth? I basically just edited and added and changed somethings in the old chapter three to make this chapter, but I figure doing it this way helps me keep as much of the original fic as I can. I hope you enjoy my lovelies. See the end of the chapter for more notes Peter’s woken up by a knock on his door, he slowly opens his eyes as his door opens. “Hey.” Tony calls out in a soft voice, “You gotta get up, training with Cap in half an hour, you don’t wanna be late.”   Peter nods and throws the covers off himself and sits up, and stretches. “I’m up. I’m up.”   Tony looks him over, and feels his cock slightly jump at the sight. Peter's hair is messy from sleep, t-shirt missing, and hugged by a tight pair of black boxers. Tony just smiles, pushing the thoughts out of his head and walks up to Peter’s bed and sits on the edge. “How are you?’’ Tony asks, just wanting to forget about last night and try and have some friendship with the teen.   Peter just shrugs, “I’m fine, just a bit tired. But, I guess that’s my own fault.” Peter smiles, and blushes a little.   Tony laughs a little, “Partly my fault too.” Peter then moves, getting out from under the covers and climbing off the bed, and watches how Tony’s eyes follow him. ‘’I’m sorry about last night. Do you want me to go? Do you hate-“ Peter was quickly cut off.   “It’s fine, Peter. We need to forget and move on, and no, I absolutely do not hate you.” Tony keeps his eyes locked on Peter. Peter smiles and nods, going to the closet and pulling out clothes for training.   “Good.” Is all Peter says. Tony then stands and walks over to him, and puts a hand on his shoulder, and smiles down at him when Peter looks up and gives him a small smile.   “Come on, get dressed.” and with that Tony walks back out the room, throwing a smile over his shoulder as he shuts the door. Peter then walks back to the bed and throws himself down on his back, laying himself flat on the bed and grins to himself.   He totally wants me.   --------   A few hours after a hard training with Steve, Peter makes his way back to his room, covered in sweat and desperately wanting a shower. He makes his way through the lounge and comes across Tony sat in a single chair, pen in hand, going over some sort of paperwork.   “Hi.” Peter says quietly, feeling a bit awkward.   Tony looks up, and a smile soon spreads across his face. “Hey.”   Peter then smiles back at him and makes his way over to Tony. “So, erm, when are we gonna, go down to the lab?”   “Soon. Later. I’m just busy right now.” Tony replies, looking up at him.   “Oh, I know, I can see that. I just... just wondered.” Peter then looks around the room, feeling awkward all over again.   “I hope Cap wasn’t too hard on you.” Tony says as he looks down at the papers in-front of him.   “Nah, I kicked his ass.” Peter laughs.   “Now, that, I don’t believe.” Tony laughs right back him.   Peter just smiles. “I’m gonna go and have a shower.”   “Alright, I’ll come and find you later.” Tony replies, and then he could see Tony smile. “Go on. You stink.” Tony jokes and Peter gives his arm a little punch, he then looks up and Peter gives a little smile of his own, and then makes his way out of the lounge and practically ran to his room, smiling.   ---------   Peter sits down on his bed after his shower and grabs his phone, and dials Ned’s number. Ned answers a few moments. “Hey, dude! How’s it all going?”   “Oh man, good. So good.” Peter says, probably smiling so hard that Ned could hear it.   “Are you like a, real Avenger? Are you gonna be doing like, missions? Like properly?” Ned asks, clearly excited for Peter.   “No, I’m in training. I can’t do any real missions until I’m eighteen. Tony promised Aunt May.” Peter replies.   “That sucks! You should be doing it all for real! Wait, you even said you was going to be a real Avenger.” Ned half shouts at him.   Peter laughs, “I am! But just... in training.”   “Nah, I’m really happy for you! So are you there every weekend because me, you and MJ was supposed to be having game night next Friday.” Ned says, excitement lacing his voice.   “I’m sure Tony won’t mind me having game night. I’ll tell him later. I’ll try not to let you guys down. But, if he tells me I have to be here then I kinda have to be here. I can’t mess this up.” Peter explains.   “I understand, bro.” Ned replies.   “Right, I gotta go, I’ll call you tomorrow when I’m back home.” and with that Peter hung up the phone and quickly gets dressed, then makes his way back to the lounge hoping to find Tony again.   It’s been like an hour, he won’t be busy anymore, right?   Just as Peter walks into the lounge he saw most of the Avengers sat down, laughing and talking and Peter swore he was going to have a heart attack. “Hey, Pete!” Steve called out. “Everyone this is Peter.” Steve said, smiling as he introduced him to everyone. Peter just smiles and waves, looking round the room as Natasha, Bucky, Sam, and Clint look at him, all with smiles of their own. Wanda and Vision seem too engrossed in their own conversation to even pay attention or look up.   “Come here, come sit with us.” Natasha says, tapping the space next to her on the couch. Peter smiles and makes his way over and sat down next to her. “So, you’re that spider kid that was kicking ass back in Germany.” Natasha states.   “Y-Yeah, that was me.” Peter says simply and smiles, blushing a little.   “No, you did good. Can see why Tony would want you to join.” Bucky said and Peter looks over at him. “Even though you kinda threw me and Sam off. But, only for a second.” Bucky smirks.   Sam then lets out a quick laugh and grins. “Don’t worry kid, you look like you’re about to pass out.”   Peter laughs nervously, “I guess I’m just a bit nervous, and star struck I guess, I really look up to you guys.”   “Awwwww! You’ll do just fine here, Peter. Don’t worry! And no need to be nervous, they’re really a bunch of teddy bears.” Natasha says in a teasing voice, patting his shoulder.   Bucky laughs, “Yeah, we’re fine, it’s her you gotta look out for.” Natasha then picks up the pillow from behind her and launches it right at Bucky. Peter let out a little laugh.   Peter nods. “Erm, wh-where’s Tony? We was supposed to go and work in the lab this afternoon.” Peter asks, and looks around the room.   “He stepped out about half an hour ago. No idea where he went.” Steve replies, not really sounding interested. “He shouldn’t be long.”   Peter just nods, and smiles over at him.   “Ooooh, movie time!” Sam says, jumping up off the couch and grabbing the TV remote. Everyone else cheers and starts arguing over what to watch.   “Hey, Pete. What do you think we should watch?” Sam asks him.   “American Werewolf in London sounds good.” Peter said and Sam fist punches the air, clearly happy that Peter agreed with him.   Peter then gets up, “I’m just gonna go and get a drink.” Peter then walks to the kitchen and grabs a can of Cola and makes his way back to the lounge. Bucky had moved next to Natasha, she was curled up under his arm, Natasha and looked up and smiles at Peter, and he smiles back.   Aw, cute!   The only space left is next to Steve so Peter sits down and pulls his legs up to himself, getting comfy and opening his can of Cola. Sam then shushes everyone as the movie begins.   --------   Tony walks back into the facility, thankful that all that shit at Stark Industries was over.   Away for a few days and it all goes to shit.   He’s just making his way into the lounge when he stops dead at the sight in front of him. Natasha and Bucky sat on one couch all cosy together watching the TV, Vision and Wanda talking in the corner sat facing each other, Sam’s eyes glued on the TV, and right there next to him, Steve with his arm around a sleeping Peter pressed up against his side and his head on his shoulder, and a blanket thrown over the both of them. Tony could feel himself fill with rage.   Calm down. Calm down now. He’s just fallen asleep. Steve’s just being nice. Don’t over think this. He’s wants you. You can’t even be with him. He’s a child. Don’t let this bother you.   “Well, isn’t this nice?” Tony says, it coming sounding more sarcastic than genuine, and then starts to make his way over to the kitchen, watching as Peter stirs a little and as Steve smiles down and rubs his hand up and down his arm as he slowly wakes up.   Get your fucking hands off him. Mine. That’s my boy. He’s not yours. He can’t be. He won’t be. Stop it.   “Hey, kid, Tony’s back.” Steve says to Peter in a quiet voice.   Tony hears Peter yawn and shift on the couch, as he walks into the kitchen. Tony was pouring himself a coffee when Peter appears at his side.   “Hey, where did you go?” Peter asks, sounding sleepy.   “Out.” Is all Tony says, moving away from the boy and walking to the table to put his coffee down. “You looked very comfy there with good old Cap.” Tony says, anger filling his voice.   “I didn’t mean to fall asleep, kinda just woke up and I was like that.” Peter says innocently.   See?! Now, stop being jealous. You don’t even have a reason to be jealous.   “Hmm.” Tony replies, looking over at him, trying to ignore his battling thoughts.   “Are you mad at me?” Peter asks, sounding upset.   Tony sighs, “No, of course not.”   “Then, why do you sound so angry?” Peter asks.   Be honest. No, don’t! You’ll give him the wrong idea.   “Just... got a bit upset when I saw you with Cap, all cuddled up, and cosy.” Tony replies quietly, looking at Peter.   Peter smiles and walks over to Tony and looks up at him. “You got jealous?”   “Little bit. Not really. Just...” Peter cuts Tony off by laughing.   “You got jealous.” Peter sing-songs.   ‘’I didn’t. It’s not like that. A grown man shouldn’t be holding you like that.’’ Tony says and Peter laughs again.   ‘’You mean other than you?’’ Peter jokes, or Tony hopes he joking.   ‘’I thought you said you wasn’t gonna bring that up? That you’d forget about it?’’ Tony spits out, harsher than he means it to be.   ‘’I’m just joking, Tony. Calm down.’’ Peter smiles. ‘’Are we gonna go down to the lab now?’’ Peter asks and Tony just nods.   ----------   Peter follows Tony into the lab, walking closely behind him and watches the way he walks, the way his arms move, and how powerful and gorgeous he looks. Peter just smiles and walks over to his own desk when Tony walks to his. Tony sits down and starts flicking through paper’s on his desk. ‘’So, what are we doing?’’ Peter asks, sitting down himself and looking over at Tony.   ‘’You have some time to do whatever you want. I’ve got stuff to do.’’  Tony explains, not looking up and Peter just nods, turning to look at his desk. ‘’Why don’t you try and get that web fluid stronger?’’   ‘’It’s already strong enough. Why would I wanna mess with it?’’ Peter asks and swivels on the chair to face Tony again, who’s still got his eyes cast downwards. ‘’I think I’ve done okay with what I’ve got.’’   ‘’There’s always improvements to make.’’ Tony points out and finally looks up, and looks over at Peter. ‘’Doesn’t hurt to give it a go.’’   ‘’Suppose you’re right.’’ Peter says, and Tony grabs a bottle off his desk, and throws it across to Peter. When it lands in Peter’s hands, he finds it to be his web fluid. ‘’Thanks.’’ Peter says simply and Tony just nods and looks back down at the papers in front of him.   They spend the next few hours sat in silence, both working on their own thing. Tony actually spent his time looking over a Peter, watching his hand run through his hair, his leg bouncing as he worked, listening to the little sighs and the mutters under his breath while he tries to figure things out. Peter actually spent his time glancing quickly back at Tony, taking note at how his back tenses as he stretches or how his bicep looks more prominent when he bends his arms, or moves to turn to the other desk behind him.   ‘’Can we talk?’’ Peter asks quietly, unsure on why he’s even asking because he knows he’s only going to get one answer out of Tony.   ‘’Depends what about, Peter.’’ Tony replies, and looks up.   ‘’I just want to have a chilled, normal conversation about this. Talk to me as if you don’t think of me as a child. Can you do that?’’ Peter says and Tony just nods, wanting Peter to speak first. ‘’Awesome. Okay.’’ Peter starts and stands up out of his chair and walks over to Tony, leaning against the desk next to his chair. ‘’I know I have feelings for you. I think you’re right about me being in love with you. I hardly know you, and thinking about it… You’re definitely right. But, I like you. Like, really like you.’’ Peter holds his gaze over to Tony for the entire time he speaks and Tony just nods, bringing his hand up, elbow resting on the table, and leaning his head onto his first.   ‘’I’m glad you realised that. If I’m honest, Peter… I don’t really know what to say. You’re sixteen. You have so much life ahead of you. You’re gonna go to college, and you’ll meet someone, and you’ll end up really happy. I turn fifty this year… I can assure you that you don’t wanna be with someone as old as me. You don’t. You also admire me, which could mean you just think you have feelings for me, when all you have is adoration and respect and you enjoy spending time with me.’’ Tony explains.   ‘’I absolutely have feelings for you. One hundred percent sure I have feelings.’’ Peter says and Tony just smiles. ‘’Do… I mean… I don’t know.’’ Peter says.   ‘’No, come on. Spill. Chilled conversation, remember?’’ Tony replies and Peter lets out a deep breath.   ‘’You said you wanted me.’’ Peter says simply, and Tony just nods.   ‘’I do.’’ Tony admits. ‘’But, it’s not going to happen. We can’t always have the things we want.’’   ‘’You can though.’’ Peter says. ‘’We can be careful, we can keep it quie-’’   ‘’No.’’ Tony says, his voice authoritative, and basically threatening. Threatening Peter that if he carries on it’ll end in another argument.   ‘’Okay.’’ Peter says quietly. ‘’Thanks for talking. Also, I’m meant to be having game night with Ned and MJ this Friday coming up, so I was wondering if I could come over early Saturday and stay till really late Sunday. If that’s okay with you?” Peter asks.   ‘’Yeah, that’s fine.’’ Tony replies.   ----------   Tony sitting his lab, drink in hand, and the other hand over his face as he tries to push the image of Peter’s face out of his head. Tries to shake off the images of his smile, his eyes, his everything. Tony groans and drops his hand, and finishes the drink in his hand and slams the glass onto the table.   ‘’Sir, Mr. Parker’s heart rate has accelerated dramatically.’’ FRIDAY’s voice flows through the quietness.   ‘’He should be in his room. Pull up the surveillance.’’ Tony commands and instantly regrets it when the video comes up, and Peter’s laying naked on his bed, cock in hand, and biting his lip as he strokes frantically.   You little bitch, you knew what he was doing. You knew why.   Tony can’t look away, can’t look away from the teenager withering on the bed, open-mouthed, and arching his back as he continues to stroke himself. ‘’FRIDAY, audio.’’ Tony says and soon the small moans, gasps, and whines are filling the lab, and Tony slips a hand into his underwear, and slowly palms over his cock, watching closely. Peter looks like he’s about to come, panting getting heavier and biting his lip to muffle his moans as they get louder.   ‘’Not yet, baby, not yet.’’ Tony whispers out, and as if Peter could hear him, his hand slows down, and he whines a little bit. Tony then undoes his jeans and pushes them down a little and pulls out his cock, spitting into his hand and slowly stroking himself, eye’s glued on the screen in front of him. ‘’There we go.’’ Peter’s hand is then speeding up again, and Tony follows suit, his own hand stroking faster. Peter’s then panting hard again, biting his lip, and his back arching and Tony’s sure he’s going to have to replay this, because the teen’s coming way too soon, until he hears a single word slip from Peter’s lips.   ‘’Daddy…’’ Peter whimpers into the room and Tony swears as his own orgasm hits him hard and he’s spilling over his hand, cock pulsing as he rides out the aftermath of coming. Tony sits there for a moment and watches how Peter cleans himself up and gets under the covers.   ‘’FRIDAY. Delete everything. And you know exactly what I mean.’’   --------   6_Days_Later_-_Friday.   Peter woke up at the sound of his alarm, reaching his hand out and slamming his hand down to shut it up. He laid there for a moment, thinking about how he had one more day, one game night to get through and he’ll be able to see Tony. Peter then gets up out of bed and heads out to the bathroom to get ready for the day.   Peter walks through the school doors, and walks up to Ned who’s standing by his locker. Peter then nudges Ned when he’s close enough to signal him to walk with him. “How was your weekend? You already know how mine was.”   Ned then breaks out in a smile rambling on about how he spent all Friday night sat up playing a game Peter didn’t catch, and that he hung out with MJ all of Saturday and they just binged watched rubbish movies on Netflix and made jokes the whole way through them. “It was a pretty good weekend, Sunday was just boring.” Ned finishes Peter then catches sight of Flash heading right for him, making his smile fade.   Fuck, I’ve managed all week to stay clear and dodge him. Go away. Go away. Go away.   “Ah, Parker.” Flash starts as he finally stepped in front of Peter, “So, I’ve been wanting to ask something, because, you know, you’re such good friends with Tony Stark, I want to have a party, and I want to have it at the Avengers facility, so, you’re gonna ask him for me. I wanna have it Saturday night.” Peter looks at him disbelief and confusion.   Bitch, WHAT THE FUCK.   “I-I can’t just... get Mr. Stark to let you have a party. He isn’t... he’s not gonna let teenagers have a party and get drunk at the facility. It... it’s not for that. It doesn’t happen No way.” Peter says. ‘’Why do you even want a party?’’   “You know, I just knew last week was a weird coincidence. I bet he was just here funding the science department. No way do you actually know him.” Flash comments, ‘’And it doesn’t matter why. You’re gonna make it happen anyway.’   “Peter does know him! He came because I called him to called him to come here! You heard me say I called him!” Ned yells at Flash.   “I didn’t hear a thing. And if that was true, Peter’s gonna get me that party.” Flash started to walk away. “Saturday night, Parker!” He shouts as he walks down the hallway. Ned was about to talk, but Peter held his hand up to silence him, and shakes his head, and walks towards the classroom.   Just kill me now.   ------   Peter runs to the door, throwing the door open and revealing his friends on the other side. “Hey guys. Come in! Aunt May’s working really late so we’ve got till like, two in the morning.” Peter says walking over to the couch, grabbing his controller and turning on his Xbox.   “Awesome. I got snacks and a Netflix password after we get bored of whatever Ned picks.” Michelle joked and sat down next to Peter. “Anyway, I go away for 2 weeks and you get your ass kicked by Flash. What the hell is up with that?” She demands.   Peter then explains everything to her, leaving out the stuff she didn’t need to know and waits for her to reply.   “Do you want me to kill him?” She asks and Peter laughs.   “No, it’s fine. But, today he told me to ask Mr. Stark if he could throw a party at the facility.” Peter says.   “What did he say? I assume you’ve asked already.” Michelle replies.   “He said yes. Not easily though.” Peter says, and decides to change the subject. “How was your time away?”   Peter half listens to her as she rambles on about the two weeks she spent away, smiling and nodding, but not paying much attention. His mind just keeps drifting to Tony. He’s gets pulled out of his thoughts when Michelle announces that the games starting and for Peter to stop daydreaming.   -------   “So, where are we gonna have this party? I’m not even sure what Flash was getting at, you know. Wanting this party. He can’t do nothing but spread a bunch of lies.” Peter says, with a mouthful of pizza, sat against the arm of the couch, legs bent up.   “First of all, swallow your food before talking. And, it’ll be down in the hall, it’s got a little bar, and seats and stuff, it’s mainly for us when we have a little party after a mission. But, no drinking.” Tony explains.   “Oh, there’ll be drinking. You might not allow it, but that won’t stop anybody. Trust me.” Peter replies, taking another bite.   “I can’t stop what I don’t see, alright? But, don’t let me catch you drinking, alright? And, what lies? What would he make up about you?” Tony asks.   “Remember when I fed you that bullshit story about him just giving me a hard time when he heard Ned say I was gay?” Peter’s just about to continue when Tony cut him off, smirking.   “So you admit it was a bullshit story? Because I already knew that. I know you too well.”   “Well, it’s not, but I just left a few things out. Anyway, I was talking to Ned before all this happened and he was going on and on about how I should be an Avenger, and basically ask for a second chance, and I said that would be weird because I’d be in love with my boss, which I was supposed to say in my head.” Peter stops to take another bite.   “Peter, you’re not in love. You’re not.” Tony starts but Peter quickly finishes eating, and cuts him off with a wave of his hand.   “Shh, I know that now. But Ned brought up again, the day I pushed Flash, and Flash heard, and he was just taunting me, and was like asking if I had daddy issues, which I don’t, I don’t. Fuck... do I?” Peter looks at Tony and he laughs.   “Not at all. Just a word.” Tony explains, his mind drifting to Saturday night and he can feel himself harden.   “Okay, cool. But, he hasn’t actually told anyone about it, but he could easily make up shit about that, like just, embarrass me to death. People always believe what he says. He could make up anything to do with that. But then, while he was kicking the shit out of me, he was like, ‘are you gonna call Daddy?’ That’s what I left out. So, I need this party, to just, shut him up, and if doesn’t, I’ll just... put him in a bin or something.” Peter finishes talking, smiles, and takes a bite of pizza.   Tony lets out a burst of laughter, “Put him in a bin? That’s brilliant!” Peter then laughs along with him. Tony ends up wheezing a little after laughing so hard for so long, he calms down and just grins, “My God, you’re gonna end up killing me.” Tony says and Peter just smiles.   “Sir, Captain Rogers is asking for access to the lab.” FRIDAY’s voice fills the the lab, making Tony pull away completely, making him groan in annoyance.   “Let him down.” Tony says and then looks at Peter.   “Tony. Where was Peter for training this morning?” Steve says as he walks out the elevator. “I haven’t been able to find him any- Oh. You’re here.” Steve says when his eyes fall on Peter.   “I’m sorry, it’s my fault. I didn’t come here until after like, 9 today. So, I just came down here. I was up pretty late last night.” Peter explains. “I can make up for it? Train tomorrow morning?” Peter offers, and Steve nods.   “If you want to take this all seriously, kid, you can’t be missing training.” Steve explains, and then looks at Tony. “I’ve heard there’s a party tonight. For Peter.”   “Yeah. Just a welcome back thing, for doing good, all that.” Tony says, now stood in his work-space, pretending to do something. “Is that all? We need to get back to work.”   Steve nods, and looks at Peter. “Tomorrow morning. 8am, alright.”   “Yes. I’ll be there.” Peter says and walks over to his own work-space, sitting down in his chair, watching Steve leave the lab. He then looks at Tony, and Tony smiles.   —————   It was just a little after nine when people start turning up at the facility and Peter, MJ and Ned were all sitting in his room. His friends were attempting to calm him down. “Peter, it’s all going to be fine. It’s just a party.” Michelle says, and nudges Ned to help.   “Yeah, dude, nothing bad will happen. Plus, Tony and the others are gonna be there. They’ll be keeping an eye out to make sure that nothing bad happens.” Ned explains, trying to calm down Peter down.   “I am freaking out, okay?! What happens if he starts saying shit to people? And.. and I have people coming up to me and asking question and laughing... or if he tries to start a fight with me again, because... I can’t go through that embarrassment again.” Peter rambles out, tripping over his words.   “You can kick his ass. You’re Spider-Man.” Michelle says and Peter stops dead.   “Did you..” Peter starts to ask Ned but he quickly cuts Peter off.   “No, I didn’t say anything, I swear.” Ned promises.   “You can’t keep shit from me. I’ve known for ages.” Michelle states and Peter just laughs, probably just from the nerves. “Now, let's go down and just... have a good time.” Peter nods and they all head down to the party.   ————   The second they walk through the door, they see a room full of people, way more than what there should be. “Fucking Flash has invited literally everyone. There’s even college kids here.” Michelle shouts over the music, waving her arm. “But, whatever, I just wanna drink and dance.”   “Tony said no booze.” Peter shouts back at her.   “There’s literally booze all over, the tables are full.” She points out to the tables and Peter just groans. “Come on, we all need a drink!” And then she’s dragging Peter and Ned over to the table, grabbing cups and pouring whatever she sees first. Peter’s about to protest but she cuts him off. “Just drink.” Then gulps the drink she has in her hand and puts the cup on the table.   Tony said no drinking. I’m in so much trouble. Wait. He said don’t let me catch you. Can’t tell me off for something he doesn’t know about.   And with that thought Peter gulps his drink and Ned copies. Michelle claps her hands and grabs Peter hand and drags him to the middle of the floor, “Come on! Dance with me!” She shouts and Peter just smiles. Half way through the song Peter looks up across the room, just looking around when his eyes fall on a guy across the room with his eyes dead on Peter. “Hey, MJ! Is that guy looking at me?” He shouts and he looks down at her, watching as she looks over her shoulder and then back at Peter grinning.   “Fuck yeah, he is! Go ask him to dance!” She insists and Peter shakes his head.   “No way!” Peter shouts back over the music.   “Why?” Michelle asks, confused.   “I just don’t want too!” He explains over the music. Hips still moving to the beat of the song, Michelle’s moving the same as Peter’s.   “He’s looking at you.” She pauses to look over her shoulder and squeals, “And he’s coming over here!”   “What?” Peter looks up and she’s right. He’s heading straight over to Peter, a smile on his face. “What do I do?” He asks her.   “Just keep dancing!” She shouts and Peter does exactly that, but soon the guy is standing right behind Michelle. He’s older, definitely not from school, has to go to some college, he’s wearing a black t-shirt and matching black jeans and a leather jacket. His hair is short, and brown.   “Sorry, but can I steal your dance partner?” He asks and Peter laughs, of course he wasn’t looking at him.   “Yes! Go on, MJ.” Peter laughs and moves back a little.   “Oh no. I meant can I borrow hers?!” He shouts, and holds his hand out for Peter. Michelle then moves to Peter’s side and gives him a little push and moves away to dance with someone else and Peter just smiles and says,   “Sure. But, lemme get a drink first.”   ------   Tony decides it’s time to go and check that the party wasn’t getting out of control and walks down into the hall. He isn’t surprised what he sees. Teenagers dancing, talking, drinking when they shouldn’t be. He decides to look around, looking for Peter, just to make sure he was okay. He spots Flash as he’s looking around, how could he forget the face that hurt Peter, he makes sure to shoot the nastiest look he can when Flash also spots him, and then continues to look around. Soon enough, his eyes falls on Peter. And the guy who’s pressing up against Peter’s back. With his arms wrapped around his waist. Peter dancing and moving his hips to the music against the other guys hips, head back and laughing. Tony quickly walks out, and makes his way to the kitchen, needing a drink of his own   ------ After a few minutes of dancing, the guy asks Peter if he wants to go outside for a minute, just for some fresh air, and Peter nods and makes his way to the doors, stepping outside.   “My God, I’m so thankful to be out here for a moment.” Peter laughs, feeling a little tipsy. “I never asked you what your name was.”   The guy stands next to him and smiles, “I’m Wade, and you are?”   “Peter. So, did Flash invite you?” Peter asks, smiling.   “Yeah, kinda. He just sent out a tweet saying that a party was going down here. I kinda know him through mutual friends. I didn’t really believe it but I couldn’t resist checking it out, and I love a good party.” Wade explains, looking at Peter and smirking, “Plus there always ends up being at least one cute guy to look at.”   Peter blushes and laughs a little, “So, how old are you? Because I assume you’re in college.” Peter says.   Wade nods, “I am. and I’m twenty three. What about you?”   “I’m sixteen.” Peter says simply.   “Fucking shit.” Wade folds his arms across his chest. “No way. I don’t believe you. I knew there was gonna be high school kids here but... Nah. I don’t believe it.”   “No, I am.” Peter laughs out. “I’m serious!”   “There goes my plans on getting you home.” Wade smirks. “Unless you can keep a secret.” Wade says quietly.   Peter smirks, the alcohol making him feel a little confident. ‘’I think I can.’’   ‘’Great.’’ Wade grins, and steps close to Peter, and Peter smiles up at him. Wade brings his hand up to run across Peter’s cheek, studying his face. ‘’You’re so pretty.’’ Peter blushes, and Wade leans down, using the hand to lean Peter’s head back, and presses his lips softly against Peter’s. Peter kisses back, soft and unsure. Wade’s pulling away and looking down at him. ‘’You ever kissed anyone before?’’   ‘’Yeah. Briefly.’’ Peter says, and his mind floats to Tony, and he smiles. Wade’s just about to lean back down when Peter hears the music stop and Flash’s voice flows through the speakers. ‘’Fucking shit.’’ Peter grits out and quickly walks back inside, Wade follows him and disappears into the crowd, but Peter doesn’t give a shit about that.   “So, as you all know, Peter managed to make tonight happen. And I guess I should say thank you...” Flash says and his eyes lock on Peter’s as he walks back in. “But I won’t. Because not too long ago, as most of you saw, Parker thought he could try and kick my ass. So I taught him a lesson. And you guys have heard a few things, about dear Parker here, and I’m gonna lay some truth to those rumours...”   No, no, no. Stop.   MJ and Ned rush to his side. “What do we do?” Michelle half shouts and Peter just shrugs his shoulders.   “I don’t know! I don’t know!” He says frantically. “He’s gonna start saying what he heard me and Ned was talking about! This why he wanted a party, to humiliate me in front of everyone!”   “Now... He’s clearly proved that he’s telling the truth that he’s working for Tony Stark on some sort of internship...” Flash continues.   Fuck, fuck, fuck.   Peter quickly pulls out his phone and sends a text to Tony.   Peter: 11:18am. Please. Come to the hall. Flash is fucking doing what he does best. Please.   “But, I hope Mr. Stark knows what his little worker thinks of him...” Flash carries on.   “Ned, for fuck sake, can’t you unplug something?!” Peter shouts at him.   “I’ve tried! I’ve looked!” Ned shouts back.   “What’s he gonna say?” MJ asks. “Because you two already know what’s gonna come out of his mouth.”   “He’s gonna tell everyone I’m in love with Tony. He’s gonna make me a fucking laughing stock!” Peter says and he looks around the room and spots Tony near the hall doors, and he doesn’t look happy, in fact he looks like he’s about to murder someone.   “Flash! Shut the fuck up! You don’t even know what you’re talking about! You don’t know shit!” Peter yells at him and everyone turns to look at Peter.   “I know what I heard that day, Parker. And you didn’t like it. That’s when you tried to push me, but you didn’t nothing. I fucking tripped, so it didn’t work. And you got your ass beat instead.” Flash says over the microphone and everyone laughs at him. “As I was saying. Parker, here, has some serious daddy issues, and Mr. Stark, I don’t know if you’re in here, but Peter’s kinda in love with you, so, I wouldn’t have him anymore, he’s probably gonna try and get you to fu-“   “THAT’S ENOUGH.” Tony shouts.   Hi, Tony. Nice of you to chime in. Couldn’t of done that ages ago!   “Listen here, you little shit. I don’t know if it’s jealousy, hatred or the fact you’re upset that Peter isn’t in love with you, but you’re going to stop right now. Because I swear, if you so much as even speak to him, I will fucking make sure you never speak again.” Tony at this point is stood right in the middle of the floor, looking at Flash, and Flash looks terrified. “Did you not expect me to be in here?” Tony demands and Flash shakes his head. “So, if you had known I was in here, you wouldn’t of done all this just now?” He asks and Flash shakes his head.   Everyone at this point is trying to hold back their laughter towards Flash and Peter is trying so hard not to run over to Tony and just kiss him in front of everyone for standing up for him. “Everyone out. Party’s over.” Tony says simply, and makes his way back out the room. Everyone’s groaning and cussing at Flash and calling him out for ruining everything, and Peter’s never been happier seeing Flash look utterly defeated. Flash looks at Peter and Peter just gives him a look that says, ‘don’t mess with me.’ and Flash just walks off out the hall.   ------   After everyone’s gone, Peter walks around the facility trying to find Tony. Not having been able to find him in his lab, the kitchen, lounge or any of the other labs or offices, he decides to try his room. He knocks softly on the door, and see if it’s open. It is, and he slowly opens the door, revealing Tony in a tank top and some black boxers, and he looks absolutely gorgeous. “Hi.” Peter says quietly and Tony looks up at him.   “Hey.” Tony says and Peter thinks it sounds a little cold.   “I’m sorry for what just happened. I had no idea he’d-“ Tony puts his hand up, motioning for Peter to stop talking.   “Who was that you was dancing with?” Tony asks, his voice ice cold and his face expressionless.   “I met him at the party. We just danced.” Peter says, but Tony doesn’t look any happier. ‘’Might’ve kissed…’’ Tony then looks furious. “I’m sorry? I didn’t known it would upset you so much.” Peter then walks over to where Tony is standing near his bed.   “No, of course you grinding against a guy who’s way too old for you wouldn’t bother me.” Tony throws at him sarcastically, and sits on the edge of the bed.   “I’m sorry! Jesus fucking Christ.” Peter sighs out.   “Don’t be like that with me.” Tony says.   “Be like what? I’m literally just saying sorry!” Peter half shouts at him. “I was being a teenager, I was dancing! At a party! And now you’re being all weird! Why do you even care?!”   “You’re right. I’m sorry.” Tony looks down, “God, you’re fucking up my head.”   “I’m sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t be here then.” Peter sighs. “If I’m messing with your head.”   Tony’s head snaps back up, “I didn’t mean it like that! God, Peter.” There’s a momentary silence before Tony speaks again. “I’m sorry Flash did that. I wanted to break the little fuckers legs.” Tony says, gritting his teeth.   “Did you see how people were trying not laugh when you said he’s in love with me! And when you threatened him! Oh my god! The look on his face!” Peter’s loving this, his voice excited and Tony was almost sure the boys face is going to break from how much he was smiling.   “Yeah. I’m sure that’s gonna get out that I threatened him. I’ll come up with something if trouble comes from that.” Tony explains.   “It’s worth it.” Peter smirks and laughs.   “Yeah, it totally is.” Tony laughs back at him.   Peter then sits down next to him, and looks over, smiling. “Thank you for standing up for me, Tony.” Peter says sweetly and Tony feels himself die a little.   “I’ll always be there to stand up for you. I told you no one’s ever going to hurt you, I told you I’d sort this.” Tony then smiles back at him, and waves towards the door. “Come on, off to bed. Training with Cap. You made that deal with him.”   Peter whines and crosses his arms across his chest, refusing to move ‘’Can I stay here? I don’t wanna be alone after tonight. Just this once..” Tony shakes his head and moves off the bed, standing up. Peter’s arms dropping to his side dramatically. “Come on! Let me stay. I’ll cry if you say no.” Peter whines out, and looks up at Tony, puppy eyes in full force.   Brat. Do not give in to him.   “I’m sorry, Peter. Back to your own room” Tony says and Peter stands up, a slight pout on his lips, and Tony walks him to the door. Peter quickly turns around once they reach the door and smiles up at Tony.   “Night, Tony.” Peter says, and gives him a little wave.   “Night, Peter. I’ll see you after training.” Tony says, and watches as Peter walks out the door, and walking slowly to his room and Tony’s wanting him to come right back. Tony gives in, and blames it on momentary weakness.   “Fuck. Get back in here.”   Peter comes rushing back, right past him and jumps on to the bed. “I knew you’d give in!” Tony then shuts the door, locks in, and goes over to the bed himself.   “You’re a little brat.” Tony laughs then pushing the boy down, tickling his sides and loving the little squeals, the laughter and the “No, stop! Tony, enough!” and the never ending smiles. Tony blames it again on momentary weakness. Chapter End Notes Lemme know what you think? luv 2 u all as always. ***** I wanna make you mine, but that's hard to Say. ***** Chapter Summary Peter opens the door, keeping his eyes cast down. “Hey, Aunt May, how come you ain’t at work?” “Oh, she is. She let me wait here.” Peter snaps his head up, and soon comes face to face with Tony. “Tony! Wh-What are you doing here? I’ve been texting you all day.” “Oh, I know. I know.” Tony then turns around and sits down in the chair directly across from Peter, linking his hands together and putting them in his lap. “ Daddy’s been busy.” He says, shrugging his shoulders. ‘’Someone else had my attention.’’ His face deadly serious. Chapter Notes This chapter would have been up a lot earlier but... I fell asleep. I hope you're enjoying the updated fic! See the end of the chapter for more notes Tony wakes up a little before six am, and he couldn’t of woke up in a better mood. Peter was cuddled up to his chest, one arm thrown over Tony and the other bent under him so Peter could rest his face in his hand, and Peter’s legs tangled in his own. Tony could easily get used to this, could easily wake up to seeing this every morning, seeing Peter’s so content and happy. Tony uses the hand that wasn’t trapped under Peter to rub his back and pull him closer, just wanting to live in this moment for a while. He’ll pretend this didn’t happen later on. Make himself forget this happened. Peter hums happily and squeezes Tony with the arm that was thrown over him.   “Good morning.” Peter says, his voice heavy from sleeping, but he still sounds way too innocent. “I think that was the best sleep I’ve had in a long time.”   “Me too.” Tony admits and tilts his head down to look at Peter, who tilts his own head a little bit, eye’s locking onto Tony’s, and smiling. “Good morning.”   “What time is it?” Peter asks, and goes to move to get up. Tony stops him and pulls him back down, his arms wrapping around him keeping him close.   This isn’t happening. Simply a dream.   “Not even six yet. We’ve got some time to just lay here.” Tony tells him, desperately wanting them to just stay in that moment forever. He never wanted Peter to leave his arms again. He knows that he has too, but for now, that’s exactly where he can stay. “You can even go back to sleep for a little while if you want too.”   Peter nods and cuddles close to him again, yawning and closing his eyes, “You should sleep some more too.”   Tony just nods, and gives him a little squeeze. They both fall back to sleep easily.   -------   Tony’s pulled from his sleep by two loud knocks on his door. He quickly sits up, untangling himself from Peter quickly, making him jump a little and sit up himself.   “What’s wrong?” Peter asks and Tony quickly shushes him. Peter looks at him in confusion.   “Someone’s at the door. Go... Go into the bathroom.” Tony quickly says, throwing the covers off them both and watches as Peter nods and heads to the bathroom, closing the door. There’s two more sharp knocks and gets up out of bed and walks to the door, unlocks it and opens it. Steve’s stood on the other side. “Peter hasn’t showed up for training. Any idea why?” Steve asks, clearly not happy at all.   “What are you on about? What time is it?” Tony asks him, looking over at the alarm clock on his night stand.   9:42am.   Fucking shit.   “Have you just woke up? It’s a little late for you.” Steve asks him and just steps into the room, looking around.   “It’s Sunday. Everyone likes to sleep in late on a Sunday.” Tony shrugs.   Steve nods, “He’s not in his room, I’ve already been to check. He said he’d be there. Tony, I really don’t think he’s taking this seriously.”   Tony shakes his head, “He is. He really is. He’s probably sulking somewhere, something went down at the party last night. Poor kid was almost humiliated.” Tony explains, it’s not the truth, but it’s sort of close to it.   “What happened?” Steve asks, now sounding more concerned.   “Some kid from his school showed up, waited until he thought I wasn’t in the room, and just... made up a bunch of shit to try and humiliate him. It’s like that was the sole reason he was there, just waiting for an opportunity to just, upset him in front of as many people as he could. I put a stop to it though.” Tony moves to his wardrobe, finding a shirt.   Steve nods and puts his hands in his pockets. “I let him off one more time but he’s got to be taking this seriously. He really has.”   Tony turns around after putting his shirt on and places a hand on Steve’s arm, “Don’t worry, Cap, I’ll have a word with him. He really wants this. Trust me. He’s just been going through a lot lately.”   “Alright.” Steve says simply, and starts to walk towards the door. He’s just about to leave when a loud crash comes from the bathroom. Tony drops his head and sighs.   So close. Well done, kid.   “Who’s in there?” Steve demands and starts to walk over to the bathroom. Tony quickly stops him.   “No one. It’s nothing.” Tony rushes out, but Steve ignores him and walks to the bathroom door and swings it open.   You couldn’t have locked it? That didn’t cross your mind?   “Hi.” Is all Peter says, stood in nothing but a pair of boxers.   “Are you fucking serious?!” Steve shouts out and turns to Tony. “Are you... Have you... He’s sixteen, Tony.” Steve yells at him, walking towards Tony.   “I know! I know! We haven’t... It’s not like that. I swear it’s not. Please, just let me explain.” Tony begs, stopping Steve as he goes to walk right past him and out the door. ‘’It isn’t like that at all. It’s not what it looks like!’’   “Fine. Go ahead. Try and talk your way out of the fact you’ve had sex with a sixteen year old.” Steve spits at him. “What the fuck were you thinking?”   “We haven’t had sex. We haven’t.” Peter says, standing in the door-frame of the bathroom. “I swear. All I did was sleep here. Mr. Stark let me stay in here for a while because I was upset. I fell asleep and I hid because... Well, it just looks wrong. But, nothing’s happened. I swear.” Peter explains.   “See? I told you it wasn’t like that. I couldn’t bring myself to wake him when he fell asleep. He’d been crying for hours.” Tony lies, there were no tears in sight. Just smiles and laughter, hoping Steve believes every word they’re saying.   “You better not be lying to me.” Steve says, looking at Tony.   “He just slept here.” Tony says, and with that Steve walks out the door, and Tony lets out a sigh of relief. He closes the door and turns to look at Peter. “What the fuck happened in there?” He demands.   “I tripped. I’m really sorry.” Peter says in small voice.   “Get dressed. Go.” Tony says bluntly and watches as the boy quickly gets dressed, his eyes tearing up, and walks over to Tony. Peter looks like he’s about to speak, but Tony just turns his head, and waves him out the door. “Go, kid.” Peter just sniffles and disappears out the door.   --------   Tony finds Peter later on in the day down in his lab, earphones in, music blaring, and sat at his work-space, looking down at what appears to be homework. Tony just stands there and stares at him for a few moments, unsure of what to do. He sighs and just goes to his own work-space, sitting down and trying his hardest to ignore the boy. A few minutes later Tony hears the rattling of a chair, and the sound of books being shoved into a bag. He turns around and watches as Peter throws his bag over his shoulder, stuff his phone into his pocket and starts to walk away from the desk.   “Where you going?” Tony asks, looking directly at Peter.   “Home.” Peter says, looking back at him for a second and then looks around the room. “I’ve got someone picking me up, so don’t worry about calling Happy to take me.”   “It’s only half past two, you don’t need to go yet.” Tony says, he knows Peter’s exactly why Peter’s leaving. ‘’You really don’t need to go, kid.’’   “Well, you clearly don’t want me here, so...” Peter trails off and starts to walk towards the elevator. Tony quickly stands up and walks after him.   “Of course I do.” Tony says. ‘’Why wouldn’t I?’’   “Well, it didn’t seem like this morning. Steve believe us. You didn’t need to treat me like that, but you did. Nothing happened. I don’t understand why you got so defensive and mean.” Peter throws at him, and Tony sighs.   ‘’I’m sorry about how I acted. I just... I panicked. Peter, come on. Come here.” Tony says and suddenly Peter’s standing in front of him, those brown eyes, full of innocence and wonder, looking up at him while he drops his bag on the floor.   “You didn’t need to be like that.” Peter says, looking up at him. “You’re stupid sometimes.”   Tony laughs and places a hand on his shoulder. “I know. I just... Don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea. All he had to do was open that door and find you laying my arms…’’   “Yeah, I know.” Peter agrees. ‘’I enjoyed you holding me.’’   ‘’I know.’’ Is all Tony says. ‘’But, that shouldn’t of happened, and it’s not going to happen again.’’   “I know.” Peter says, repeating Tony’s words.   Tony then pulls his hand off his shoulder. “Come on, let’s get some work done. Or, are you really going home?”   Peter laughs. “Nah, just wanted your attention.”   Little shit.   -------   3_Days_Later_-_Wednesday   Peter’s week had been the best he’d had in a long time, Flash filled with fear every time he saw him in the hallway. He had ace 3 tests already that week, and his night’s had been filled with thoughts of Tony and the occasional text off him to make sure he was doing okay, which made Peter feel warm, and smile like an idiot down at his phone. Peter checks his phone and sees that Tony agree’s to allowing game night to happen at the facility on Friday so Peter doesn’t miss out on any more training sessions with Steve. Peter put his phone in his pocket and walked up to Ned and Michelle, throwing his arm over Michelle’s shoulder and pulling her in for a little hug.   “How was your night guys?” Peter asks and fist bumps Ned.   “It was good. Me and MJ sat up till one in the morning on COD, but, we was a little bummed when you came off super early, which... is weird for you.”   Peter’s mind drifts to last night, and the thoughts of Tony telling him that the second he got to the facility that he would be bent over and fucked until he couldn’t breathe.   “I was just tired. I’ll be on longer tonight, I swear! And! I’ve managed to persuade Tony to let us have game night on Friday at the facility from now on, so it doesn’t mess up my work time and training and you guys get to stay over too!” Peter announces and Michelle claps her hands together and smiles.   “That is fucking awesome! You’re the best!” Michelle says, and high fives Ned.   “Will we get to meet any of the Avengers?” Ned asks excitedly.   “Probably, I mean, they usually have movie night late Friday, so we’ll probably get to watch a movie with them.” Peter replies, grinning.   “Seriously. Marry me.” Michelle laughs and Peter laughs back at him.   “Be there for eight, alright?” Michelle and Ned both nod. “Come on, let’s get to homeroom.” Peter says, starting to walk with them by his side.   --------   2_Days_Later_-_Friday Tony - 3:31pm. What’s taking so long, you should be here by now.   Peter - 3:33pm. I was hungry. I got Happy to stop at McDonald's.   Peter. 3:35pm. I’m almost there. You’re so impatient.   Tony. - 3:35pm. Just get here.   Tony locks his phone and goes back to sorting papers from Stark Industries, wish that Pepper was around to do all this, it all gave him a headache. He can’t wait for her to come back next week, and then doesn’t have to deal with all this shit. He rubs his eyes, and grabs his drink from the table, drinking what was left in the glass and setting it back down, and then throwing the papers onto the table afterwards. Then he hears the sound of a door opening and quick footsteps coming towards him and soon enough Peter is standing in front of him, and big smile on his face, and suddenly Tony’s mood is elevated and he’s so happy to finally see Peter after a long week.   ‘’Thank you so much for letting me have game night here. I’m pretty sure MJ and Ned are gonna have a small heart attack when they meet everyone.’’ Peter laughs and Tony smiles.   ‘’It’s no problem.’’ Tony replies.   ‘’Are we working in the lab today, or are you busy? I think I’ve got an idea on how I can make the web fluid last longer and make it more stronger. I think. I’m not sure.’’ Peter rambles and Tony chuckles.   ‘’Yeah, lets go to the lab.’’   -------   Tony doesn’t quite understand how it happens. How Peter ends up sitting on his work bench, legs wrapped tight around his waist, hands resting on his chest, and letting out little moans against his lips. Tony’s soon pulling away and sighing, listening to how Peter whines. ‘’I can’t be around you.’’ Tony admits and Peter just whines again.   ‘’Yes you can.’’ Peter says. ‘’I’m sorry. It’s my fault.’’   ‘’No. It’s not your fault. I’m the adult. All of this is my fault.’’ Tony replies, his voice slightly raised, only angry at himself. ‘’I just can’t get you outta my head, and it’s driving me insane.’’   You’ll be fine once Pepper’s home. You’ll forget all about him. You’re just lonely.   ‘’I really don’t know how to reply to that.’’ Peter says, letting out a little laugh. ‘’Can’t we at least… try?’’   ‘’Fuck! Peter! No.’’ Tony says. ‘’We’ve been through this. This can’t happen.’’   ‘’Okay…’’ Peter starts, feeling brave. ‘’But that’s the second time you’ve kissed me, and either there’s something in your pock-’’   ‘’Enough!’’ Tony shouts, and watches as the teenager flinches a little bit and feels instantly guilty. ‘’I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to shout.’’   ‘’Yeah you did.’’ Peter argues back.   ‘’This can’t happen.’’ Tony tells him, but more telling and reminding himself. Peter nods and steps forward a little, Tony wants to move back, but it’s like he's frozen in place. ‘’It can’t happen.’’ Tony repeats again. Peter’s hands are then resting on his chest, and Tony slowly brings his hands up to his hips, and looks down at the brown eyes looking up at him. ‘’It can’t…’’ Tony tries again, but he’s leaning down, pressing his lips against Peter’s and pulling him close. Tony then goes to pull away again, but Peter’s hand comes up to the back of his neck, fingers lacing in his hair, and pulling Tony down, keeping him there.   Peter then pulls away, and smiles. ‘’Why can’t you just give in?’’   ‘’I think I just did.’’ Tony admits. ‘’We’ll talk later. I need space to think.’’ Peter just nods and makes his way out of the lab.   -------   MJ - 7:56pm Dude! We’re here!   Peter - 7:57pm At the door now !   Peter swings the door open and smiles at his friends, motioning them to come in, and shuts the door behind them. “I still can’t believe we’re actually hanging out here.” Ned says as they walk to the lounge.   “This is awesome.” Michelle agrees, smiling at Peter.   “We’ve got the lounge to ourselves until like, half 10, then it’s movie time and you get to meet everyone.”   —————   Tony walks into the lounge a little after 10pm, and found all three teenagers sat on the floor, controllers in hand, and laughing and joking with each other. He watches as Michelle knocks Peter’s arm with her elbow trying to throw him off.   “Okay! That! Is cheating! You fucking know it!” Peter laughs at her and knocking her back.   “Oh! Look who’s cheating now!” Michelle half shouts at him.   “You both suck.” Ned chimes in, and Peter and Michelle laugh at him.   “You’re both just upset because I’m better at Mario Kart than the both of you.” Peter says and grins, throwing the controller when he finishes first and laughs at them.   Tony laughs himself and all three turn to look at him, and Peter has a huge grin on his face.   “Hi, Mr. Stark.” Peter says innocently with a little smirk and Tony just wants to grab him, hold him down and fuck him until he cries, until he’s begging and falling apart.   “Let’s wrap it up, kids. Everyone’s gonna be piling in soon.” Tony says and walks back out.   ————— Everyone’s sitting in the lounge, eye’s fixed on the TV. Bucky and Natasha are curled up on the couch, cuddled together, with Steve and Sam sitting next to them. Wanda and Vision are sitting in the corner, talking away quietly, Clint’s sitting in one chair, and Tony in the other chair across the room, drink in hand and Peter sitting in front of his legs. Michelle and Ned are sitting right in front of the TV, chatting quietly to themselves. Peter turns his head to look up at Tony and Tony just smiles down at him and rubs his lower back with his foot, wanting desperately for the boy to be sitting in his lap and not on the floor. He’s so close but so far away. Peter looks back at the screen, until he hears the click of heels on the floor, walking towards them all. He looks towards the door and see’s Pepper walk through, hair tied back, bag in hand, and keeps his eyes on her as he walks right up to Tony and kisses him quickly and softly. Peter looks away at that point, confused at what he’s just saw.   They aren’t together. They can’t be. He never said it was over. He never said it. Holy shit. They’re still engaged. He’s still with her. This is why he won’t give in. This is why he won’t be with you.   Peter’s mind is racing and he looks over to Natasha and she gives him a quick glance back, confused at why he looks so upset, and looks back at the TV. He looks back at Tony and Tony just gives him a blank stare as Pepper sits in his lap, telling him how much she’s missed him, and how she’s never going away for that long again. He doesn’t hear what Tony says in return as he gets up, announcing he needs a drink and basically runs to the kitchen. Peter leans against the counter and puts his hands over his face, trying not to cry. Then someone’s pulling them down and Tony’s standing right in front of him.   “I can explain.” Tony says, still holding Peter’s hands in his. Peter looks at him, and Tony sighs before talking, “If you had said yes that day, the engagement wouldn’t have happened. I don’t love her anymore. I don’t. I’m just so... used to having her by my side. She takes care of everything. But, I swear... I’m ending it. Just when the time is right to do so.”   “No. You won’t.” Peter says, and looks down, unable to look at him anymore, and pulls his hands from Tony’s grasp and wraps his arms around himself. “If we ever became something… I was just going to be your bit on the side. Something fun when she’s away. I was never going to be something of real importance.”   “That’s not true! I swear. It’s over between me and her. It has been for a while.” Tony says, standing close to Peter.   “Didn’t look like it was over.” Peter says quietly. “I think that idea about us is though..”   “No. No. Nope.” Tony says, keeping him close and keeping his arms locked around Peter when he tries to pull away. “Just... come here. I don’t love her. I mean, I do. But, I’m not in love with her. She’s not in love with me anymore either. I mean, she’s sleeping with my best friend.’’ Tony holds his arms out and Peter just shakes his head.   He lied to you. He wants you but he’s already got someone.   “I never told you that I wasn’t with her anymore. I didn’t lie. I just didn’t tell you. And I’m sorry.” Tony says, shrugging, his arms folding across his chest.   “I’m going to my room. Tell MJ and Ned that I don't feel well.” Peter says and Tony drops his arms.   “Okay. I’ll come and find you later.” Tony says, as if nothing had just happened.   “Please don’t.” Peter then walks out of the room and heads to his room, leaving Tony standing alone.   -------   Peter pads into the lounge, making his way to the kitchen, a little after 1am, needing a drink after a few hours of crying and sobbing and wondering how he could have been so stupid. He stops when he sees Tony sitting in a chair, hair messy, wearing a grey tank top that shows his arm and the top of his chest, and black sweatpants. Peter just walks over, runs a hand up Tony’s arm and settles in his lap, legs either side of him, and then wraps his arms around Tony’s neck and Tony’s hands settle on his hips and tilts his head back to look at Peter.   ‘’I should be ignoring you.’’ Peter says simply and Tony hums in agreement. ‘’You lied. You could have just told me that you was still with her.’’   ‘’I know. I know I could have. But, I’m doing everything in my power to not do this. I don’t know if I want to fight it anymore.’’ Tony admits.   ‘’Then don’t. But… you gotta end it with her.’’ Peter tells him and Tony nods, pulling him down so he’s cuddled close, and Tony smiles. Peter then leans up and kisses him, and Tony lets out a moan against his lips and Peter bites Tony’s lip as he pulls away.   ‘’Humour me.’’ Tony starts and Peter gives him a confused look. ‘’Call me something.’’ Peter lets out a little laugh.   ‘’Call you what?’’ Peter asks, and Tony smirks.   ‘’You know, sweetheart. You know.’’ Peter then looks at him, more confused than ever, and Tony raises an eyebrow, a smirk still on his face. ‘’Come on. You know.’’ Peter shrugs, and Tony chuckles. ‘’I saw you. I heard you…’’ Tony then leans forward and presses a soft kiss to his neck. ‘’You looked so pretty, writhing around on those sheets.’’ Peter then catches on to what Tony is talking about and sits back a little.   ‘’How… How did you see?’’ Peter asks and Tony runs a hand through his hair.   ‘’There’s surveillance cameras everywhere, every room.’’ Tony tells him quietly. ‘’FRIDAY told me your heart rate was rising, accelerating… I had to check you was okay… My god, you were more than okay.’’ Tony continues and Peter gives him a little smile. ‘’But, the thing I adored the most about your little show… Was that one word that came out of your mouth…’’   Peter blushes and looks down, ‘’You… I mean… I don’t…’’   ‘’Shh, baby. It’s okay…’’ Tony says, and Peter looks back up at him. ‘’Say it for me.’’   ‘’Okay…’’ Peter says quietly, and gives Tony a little smile. ‘’...Daddy.’’ Tony then pulls Peter too him, his hand on the back of his neck and presses his lips to Peter’s, letting out a groan, his other hand resting on his thigh, and Peter tightens his arms around Tony’s neck, trying to get closer himself. Tony hand’s then move to his hips, and Peter grinds his hips slowly and unsure. ‘’We probably shouldn’t do this.’’ Peter whispers against Tony lips and Tony nods.   ‘’Yeah, we shouldn’t.’’ Tony agrees, but his hands help Peter bare down and grind against Tony, and Peter lets out a quiet moan, his forehead leaning down onto Tony’s.   Tony keeps the pace slow, hands staying on Peter’s hips and Peter moans as Tony leans forward to bury his face in the crook of Peter’s neck kissing and biting at the skin. Peter then starts to grind himself harder, loving how Tony groans and curses under his breath. Peter glances at the door to make sure no ones there but is shocked when he finds Pepper stood in the doorway, eyes wide. Peter knows he should stop, tell Tony that she’s there but he just carries on, keeping his eyes on hers and feeling brave, he smirks.   “So good for Daddy. So perfect for me. All mine.” Tony groans out, and bites into his shoulder making Peter moan loudly.   “All yours, Daddy.” Peter moans out, not even attempting to be quiet and loves how Pepper brings up a hand to her mouth and quickly walks back out, making Peter smile all over again.   He’s mine now, bitc h.   --------   Tony walks back to his room, after taking Peter back to his, kissing him sweetly goodnight, and hopes Pepper is still asleep so she doesn’t ask where he went, so he doesn’t have to make up a lie, but when he opens the door there’s suitcases open and Pepper stood piling clothes into them. “What’s going on?” Tony asks, genuinely confused.   “Don’t play fucking stupid with me, Tony.” Pepper sneers at him, tears down her face when she finally looks up at him. “I saw you. I saw you with you pretty little brunette. Oh, and I’m surprised he didn’t tell you because he saw me too, and that little bastard was smiling at me while you was… Whatever you was fucking doing.“ She basically screams at him and then turns away from him.   Of course he did. The little shit.   “So?” Tony says, he just doesn’t care anymore. “Like, you haven’t been fucking Rhodey behind my back for months?” Tony throws back at her and he could laugh at how quickly her mood changes.   “I haven’t been... How...” She starts but Tony cuts her off by laughing at her.   “Rhodey broke down... about 2 months back, begging me to continue being his friend, that he didn’t mean it and all that other guilty bullshit.” Tony says.   “So, was that revenge?” Pepper sniffles, and looks right at him, and Tony shakes his head.   “Nope. Haven’t been able to get him out my head since I met him.” Tony shrugs.   “He’s sixteen. Sixteen, Tony!” Pepper shouts at him and Tony just doesn’t care.   “I know. But, I did it anyway. I tried not too. Kid’s relentless and I gave in.” Tony chuckles to himself, and looks at her, “I can’t stop. There’s something about him. The way he acts, the way he carries himself, he doesn’t act like a sixteen year old.”   “But he is! It’s illegal! He’s a minor!” Pepper continues to shout.   “You’re just telling me stuff I already know.” Tony says quietly. “I know it’s messed up. I know I’m probably sick or something, but I’m the happiest I’ve been in a long time. The thought of me getting to have him, be with him… makes me so happy I can’t even put it into words.’’   “Would we have gotten engaged if he had said yes to joining you those months back?” She asks and Tony shakes his head.   “No. We wouldn’t have.” He admits.   “How long? How long has this been going on?” Pepper demands.   “In my head… A long while.” Tony says walking over to the bed and sitting down on the edge. ‘’It sorta happened properly today, I guess.’’   “Jesus. Has he slept in here? In our bed?” She asks quietly and Tony just nods.   Pepper scoffs and puts her hands over her face. “What are you gonna do?” Tony asks.   “Nothing. Some little kid isn’t taking my fiancé.” Pepper says and Tony laughs. “What?”   “You’ve literally just caught me with a sixteen year old boy grinding down on my cock and you want to stay with me.”   “God, don’t say it like that!” Pepper squeals.   “Pepper, it’s over. It’s done. We’re done. I’m sure Rhodey will be very happy to hear that.” Tony replies and gives her a little smile. Pepper sighs and sits down next to him.   “I won’t go. You need help with Stark Industries. I told you I would always be here.” She explains, looking at Tony.   “Then why was you packing?” Tony asks her and Pepper shrugs.   “Anger?” Pepper replies and Tony nods. They sit there for a few moments before Tony stands up. “I won’t tell anyone.”   “Thank you.” Is all Tony says and they go back to sitting in silence. “I’m gonna go. You can stay in here.” Tony says and walks to the door.   “Going to him?” Pepper asks and Tony just nods and disappears out the door.   He walks slowly to Peter’s room and lets himself in when he gets to his door. Peter’s fast asleep, breathing evenly and looking so comfy and Tony shuts the door behind him and walks over to the bed, climbing in. Peter stirs and turns over.   “Hi.” Peter says sleepily, and Tony smiles, and pulls him into his arms, Peter cuddling into his chest.   “It’s over with her.” Tony says simply and Peter just grins against his chest.   “I’m sorry. ” Peter says but he doesn’t really mean it.   “No you’re not. Don’t even bother. She saw us, and you know she did.” Tony then looks down at Peter in his arms and Peter looks back up at him.   “I didn’t see anyone.” Peter says simply and Peter can see Tony getting mad.   “Yes. Yes you fucking did.” Tony snaps at him quietly. “But it doesn’t matter. I don’t care. Just don’t lie to me. I don’t know why you’re acting like this all of a sudden.''   “But it’s okay for you to lie to me.” Peter sits up at that point, pulling himself out of Tony’s arms and looking down at him.   “I didn’t lie. I just didn’t tell you.” Tony snaps again.   “It’s the same thing and you know it.” Peter replies.   “Can we just let this go? I have a headache.” Tony says, pulling Peter back down into his arms. “It doesn’t matter. It’s done with. Just... let me hold you while you sleep.” So Peter does.   He’s mine, bitch. All mine.   -------   Saturday_-_Afternoon_.   “So, you’re the little fucker that messed up Tony’s and Pepper’s relationship.” Peter whips around in his chair and looks at Tony who quickly stands up out of his chair, and puts his drink down on his desk, wondering why FRIDAY didn’t announce that Rhodey was on his way down to the lab.   “She told you.” Tony said simply.   “You’re goddamn fucking right she told me. What the fuck are you thinking? And don’t get me started on that little bastard.” Rhodey shouts at Tony but pointing at Peter.   “Hey! I’ve done nothing!” Peter quickly shouts out to defend himself.   “Peter! Just shut up.” Tony quickly shouts out, and Rhodey laughs.   “You really think you’re innocent in this?” He shouts looking at Peter.   “Not my fault she doesn’t know how to keep a man.” Peter sneers and Tony whips around to look at him, anger in his eyes and Peter knows he’s just really fucked up.   “Go upstairs now!” Tony shouts at him and feels anger boil over when Peter smiles and starts to walk toward the elevator and says,   “Your room or mine, Daddy?” Peter asks, and smirks as he hears Rhodey groan in disgust.   “What the fuck has gotten into you? You know what, it doesn’t matter, we’ll talk later, you little shit.” Tony shouts as the elevator closes and the boy is gone.   “Real nice one you’ve got there, Tony.” Rhodey fires at him.   “He’s not usually like that. It’s ever since...” Rhodey cuts him off,   “Since you two ended up in this weird, inappropriate relationship?” Tony just nods at his question. “What were you thinking? He’s a minor, Tony. This shit is illegal. Like, jail time illegal.” Rhodey says and Tony groans.   “People keep saying shit I already know.” Tony laughs out, shaking his head. “I know what I’m doing! I know how messed up this is! I know he’s sixteen. I know I’m literally committing a crime every time I touch him, every time I hold him, every goddamn time that I fucking kiss him. But, I don’t care! Because how he’s just acted is not how he usually is!” Tony yells at him, his anger finally exploding.   “He’s really got in your head, hasn’t he?” Rhodey asks and Tony just nods.   “I want him. And I’m keeping him. And I’m begging you, don’t tell anyone. Please. I let it go when you was sleeping with Pepper behind my back, I carried on as if nothing happened, and I’ll be happy for you both if you decided you wanna be with each other. I’m begging you... just let me...” Tony trails off, and runs his hands over his face.   “I still can’t believe what he did. He’s a little shit.” Rhodey says and Tony laughs again.   “Trust me, I know. But, he’s not usually like that. He’s really not. I just need to talk to him. Find out what’s going on.” Tony explains.   “I won’t tell anyone. But, Pepper’s really fucked up over all this.” Rhodey says.   “I know. What I’ve done is horrible. But, I’m not sorry. I’m really not. He’s what I want. He... God, he’s all I think about. I haven’t felt like this in so long.” Tony says and goes back to sit down in his chair. Rhodey grabs and chair and sits down in front of Tony.   “He’s sixteen. I’m sorry... but, can a sixteen really make you feel like that?” Rhodey asks and Tony just nods, and smiles. Rhodey sighs, “Fine. But, I have hatred for that kid right now.”   “Don’t worry, I’m angry at him myself.”   ---------   About an hour after Peter had gone to his room, Tony’s opening his door, and he doesn’t look happy at all. Peter sits up on his bed and is about to apologise when Tony holds his hand up silencing him. “Don’t you even fucking bother. You have no idea how fucking pissed I am right now. How dare you speak to Rhodey like that? How dare you say what you said about Pepper. Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t send you home right now.” Tony yells at him and Peter know’s he deserves it.   “I’m sorry. I really don’t know what got into me. I’ve just been... pissed off myself since last night. I am sorry.” Peter says, crossing his legs, looking up at Tony.   “It stops now! You don’t talk to anyone like that!” Tony yells at him again and Peter’s pretty sure he’s going to cry. Not because he’s getting yelled at, because he’s upset Tony and he never wants to do that.   “Please, stop yelling at me. I’m sorry.” Peter begs Tony but it doesn’t look like Tony’s mood is going to change anytime soon.   “I just can’t believe you’d say something like that. That isn’t like you at all! Fuck!” Tony shouts and Peter feels awful.   “I know! I know!” Peter gets up off of the bed and walks to Tony and looks up at him. “I’m sorry, I really am. I won’t ever do it again. I’m just... upset.” Tony sighs at the point and pulls Peter into a hug.   “God, I should be sending you home.” Tony says and Peter smiles a little bit.   “You won’t ever do that.” Peter says and keeps his eyes locked on Tony’s.   He’s right. He’s not going anywhere .   ‘’Come on, come with me to the lab, we need to talk this all through and get some work done before you go home.’’   ---------   Peter stepped into the lab, walking in front of Tony, and just as he turns around to start asking questions, Tony was right there, pulling him close, and kissing him. Peter lets out a small moan into the kiss and places a hand on Tony’s neck, and pulls himself even closer, his other hand resting on Tony’s chest, and Tony’s hand gripping his sides. Tony then lifts Peter up, and Peter wraps his legs around Tony’s waist, and wraps his arms around Tony’s neck, Tony’s hand sliding to Peter’s ass, holding him up. Tony then, still not breaking the kiss, walks Peter over to one of the work benches and places him down on top of it, Peter still keeping his legs around Tony. Tony pulls away, biting gently on Peter’s lip as he moves away. Peter smiles and blushes head to toe. “Well, good talk?” Peter laughs.   Tony smiles and kisses his forehead. “Just reminding you who you belong to now.”   I’m all yours. I promise. I’m only yours.   “How could I forget?” Peter replies and unhooks his legs from around Tony, letting them drop.   “God, you’re so beautiful.” Tony says in a low voice and runs his hand through Peter’s hair and down to his cheek, leaving it there, and smiles more when Peter leans into his hand.   And all mine .   “So... what did you wanna talk about? You may as well start because I think I’ve said everything I’ve needed to say last night.” Peter replies to him.   “Just this. How we’re gonna do this.” Tony says and steps back a little, putting his hands in pockets and looking down at Peter.   “Alright.” Is all Peter says and waits for Tony to continue.   “First of all, the obvious thing, don’t tell anyone. I know you’ve probably got a best friend you’d love to tell, and I know you’re smart and that you won’t, but just don’t, okay?” Tony starts and continues when the boy nods. “We’ve got to be careful, no jokes around people, we’ve gotta stay professional to everyone else, no quick kisses when people leave the room, you don’t know how quickly they’re gonna turn back. This stays in this room, your room and mine. And if we go on any trips to any of my other homes of course. You gotta be sensible about this, I know you will, but just... Yeah.” Tony finishes, and waits for Peter to reply.   “That sounds fair.” Peter says simply, smiling. “Is that all?” Peter asks.   Tony laughs a little, “Yes, Peter, that’s all.”   “Okay, great.” Peter then stands up and jumps up into Tony’s arms wrapping his arms and legs around him and Tony quickly places his hands back on Peter’s ass to keep him held up, laughing.     “Jesus, kid, I’m not as young as you, remember? You’re gonna kill me.” Tony then starts placing small kisses on his neck, making the boy moan. He then pulls away to speak quickly, “We take this slow. I mean it. Nothing serious is going to happen until you’re of age, okay?” and then Tony is back kissing his neck.   Yeah, we’ll see about that.   -------   5_Days_Later_-_Thursday.   Peter wakes up to the sound of his alarm, like every other morning. He grabs his phone off the nightstand and smiles when he sees three missed texts from Tony.   Tony: 1:46am Go to sleep, you little shit. You’ve said you was going three times now. You have school in the morning.   Tony: 2:08am Thank god for that, you was getting annoying. I’m only kidding of course. Have a nice sleep, baby. Goodnight.   Tony: 5:37am. Good morning, sweetheart.   Peter quickly types a text back of his own, smiling like an idiot, then smirks.   Let’s mess with him. Have a bit of fun in the morning.   Peter: 6:15am Morning, Mr. Stark. I slept fine. Had a wonderful dream, most of it was spent in front of you on my knees. How did you sleep?   Peter laughs to himself and gets up out of bed and heads out to the bathroom to get ready for the day, he wasn’t even going to bother looking at his phone until later, let Tony go mad for a little while.   —————   It was just before Peter’s first class when he finally gave in to the sixth vibration he’s heard since this morning. Peter leans against his locker, making sure to keep his phone close to him, and making sure no one else could see.   Tony: 6:17am You’re fucking trouble. I swear to God. Acting all fucking innocent.   Tony: 6:29am Are you not even going to reply? You can’t say something like that and ignore me. I know you’re ignoring me, Peter.   Tony: 7:12am Seriously, kid, you’ve had chance to reply by now.   Tony: 7:21am. Fine. I can ignore you too.   Tony: 7:23am. Okay, no I can’t. Baby, come on! Just answer me.   Tony: 8:13am. I swear to God, you’re in some serious shit when I see you on Friday. You wanna act like a child, I swear, I will put you over my knee and spank that ass of yours until you’re sobbing. You better reply.   Peter lets out a full blown laugh at the last one, not caring who heard, or saw, or what they thought. Peter was finally happy and if anything bad happens again, he would be able to go to Tony and cry it out, and he’d hold him, and not judge him, and just... care for him.   Ned soon appears at his side and asks, “Dude, what you laughing at? I could hear you at the end of the hall.   Peter just shakes his head, his laughter dying down, but a smile still stuck on his face. “Really funny text. Hang on.” Peter quickly then taps out a reply, messing with Tony further.   Peter: 8:18am. Sorry, Daddy. It’s not my fault someone else has my attention. You’re so boring.   Peter then laughs a little as his own reply, hoping Tony finds it funny and doesn’t end up making it weird or worse, making Tony end it.   It’s a joke. Calm down. He’ll know it’s a joke. ---------   Peter: 2:42pm. Okay, this is like the 10th text now. Or maybe more than that. It was a joke. I promise.   Peter sighs and locks his phone.   You just had to push it.   Peter makes his way to the elevator and presses the button to go up to the floor his and his aunts apartment was on. He plays with the keys in his hands as the elevator went up.   Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.   Peter steps out and sulks his way to his apartment door, he goes to unlock the door but soon realises that it’s already open.   Maybe May took the day off work.   Peter opens the door, keeping his eyes cast down. “Hey, Aunt May, how come you're not at work?”   “Oh, she is. She let me wait here.”   Peter snaps his head up, and soon comes face to face with Tony. “Tony! Wh-What are you doing here? I’ve been texting you all day.”   “Oh, I know. I know.” Tony then turns around and sits down in the chair directly across from Peter, linking his hands together and putting them in his lap. “ Daddy’s been busy.” He says, shrugging his shoulders. ‘’Someone else had my attention.’’ His face deadly serious.   Okay, that shouldn’t be hot. That should not turn me on. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.   Peter fells like he can’t breathe. “I... It was... I was just...”   Tony cuts him off. “Come here, you little fucking brat. ”   That shouldn’t be hot either. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.   Peter drops his bag on the floor and quickly walks over to Tony, standing in front of him. He’s just about to climb up onto his lap when Tony’s arms darts out, grabbing the tops of his arms and moving him and pulling him, belly down over his knee. Peter gasped and he absolutely does not let out a moan. Not once. Not even a little one. Nope. “Tony... I-“   Tony cuts him off with one quick hard slap across his ass. “I would be quiet. I told you that you was gonna be in shit.” Tony then let his hand fall again, the sound of the smack filling the small apartment and all Peter can do is moan and close his eyes.   Fucking shit. Please don’t stop.   “I told you that this would happen. You wanted to ignore me, ignore Daddy.” Tony then quickly placed two hard smacks to both of Peter’s ass cheek, and then rubbed and palms over where he’d just smacked. Peter just moans and starts to grind himself down onto Tony’s knee.   Please. Please. Please.   Tony then helps Peter stand up, and turns Peter to face him, and then guides him onto his lap, Peter’s thighs falling either side of Tony and his arms wrapping around his neck. Peter whines and starts to grind down on Tony. “It was a joke. I swear. It was a joke.” Peter whines out.   Tony smirks and runs a hand through Peter’s hair. “It’s alright. It’s fine, I don’t mind. I know it was a joke. But, you’re not the only one who can play games, you know.” Tony then holds his hips still.   Peter laughs in relief, and presses a kiss to Tony’s cheek. Tony smiles and rubs his hands up and down Peter’s back. “You’re so mean to me.” Peter said sweetly.   “I am? How so?” Tony asks.   “Because you do these things that get me all... frustrated, and then you just... stop.” Peter explains, whining a little and hiding his face is Tony’s shoulder.   Tony laughs, “And the things you do, the thing you say get me the same way. God, just looking at you does things to me.” Peter smiles against Tony’s shoulder and then turns his head, his lips against Tony’s neck, and places small kisses. “Just like that. You have no idea exactly what you do.” Tony explains, his hands on Peter’s hips grip him tightly.   Peter keeps kissing, nipping and licking at his neck, and gives himself a fist bump when he hears Tony moan. “I swear you said you would behave. And this doesn’t count as behaving.” Tony grits out, his voice heavy, and moans when Peter carries on.   “Maybe I don’t wanna behave, Daddy.” Peter says innocently against his neck and grinds down again against Tony, feeling his cock hardening under him, and Peter smirks when Tony’s hands come up to his hair and pulls, moving him off his neck.   “You’re gonna be the death of me.” Tony pants out. Peter bites his lip and moans, grinding down again. “Okay, baby. Okay. We gotta calm down. We-“   Peter cuts him off by crashing his lips against Tony’s, hands gripping his shirt, and moaning when Tony kisses him back with the same force, pushing his tongue into Peter’s mouth. Peter keeps grinding down, meeting Tony’s hips as he starts to grind upwards.   Tony’s hand tightens in Peter’s hair, pulling his head back, breaking kiss, and almost finishes right there at the sound of Peter’s moan, full of pure pleasure and desperation and want. Tony then let’s go and leans back in the chair, his hands going back to his hips, helping him rock back and forth harder and faster, watching the boy, head thrown back still, mouth open, panting, gasping and moaning. Tony know’s Peter’s close.   “Come on, baby. That’s it.” Tony moans out, pressing the boy down even harder on himself, rolling his hips up.   “Please, I’m so... I’m so close. Please.” Peter begs, not even knowing what he’s begging for, just keeps his hands locked in Tony’s shirt and keeps his head tilted back, moaning and panting and grinding.   “I know baby, I know, keep going. Keep grinding on Daddy.” Tony moans out, knowing what exactly will get Peter to come.   God, so close.   “Come for Daddy, baby.” As soon as the words leave Tony’s mouth, he feels Peter move a little faster, moving through the aftermath of his orgasm, his mouth in a perfect O shape, and Tony could easily get used to that sight. Peter’s hips stop moving after a few moments, and he lets out a deep breath and drops his down, smiling and looking at Tony. “Hi there, baby.” Tony says sweetly.   “Hi.” Peter replies, blushing. “I can’t believe that just happened.”   “Me neither.” Tony replies, smiling right back at him.   “You... You didn’t... I can help. I mean, I can-“ Tony cuts Peter off by sitting back up and kissing him softly, his hands moving off his hips and wrapping around the bottom of his back.   “It’s fine. Don’t worry about that. As long as you came, that’s all that matters to me.” Tony says after he breaks the kiss.   “Was it not good for you? Wasn’t I good?” Peter asks quickly.   “Baby, no, you were perfect. It was perfect. I just need a lot more than that, that’s all. And in time, we’ll get there. We shouldn’t have done that, really. But, you’re a little shit and I find it hard to say no, or stop.” Tony explains, running his hands again up and down the boys back. Peter just nods and curls up against him. Tony smiles and rests his head on top of Peter’s.   My gorgeous boy. All mine .   ----------   4_Days_Later_-_Friday.   Peter, Michelle and Ned were all sat in front of the TV at the facility, controllers in hand, laughing, joking. Peter’s only real focus is Tony. Wondering when he’ll be back. He’d slipped out a few hours prior and gave Peter a soft kiss that made his chest warm and his heart feel like it was going to burst out of his chest. Everything was going fine until Ned spoke up.   “Dude, is that hickey?” Ned shouts, pointing at his neck.   “What? No!” Peter slaps a hand over his neck.   Thanks, Tony. Just fucking great.   “Lemme see.” Michelle says, pulling Peter’s hand away, and laughing when she looks at it. “That’s totally a hickey. Who have you hooked up with?”   Peter shakes his head, not looking at either of them, deciding to keep his focus on the screen. “No one! It’s not a hickey! Now, can we drop this!” Peter half shouts. “I need a drink...” Peter then gets up off the floor and walks into the kitchen, pulling his phone out his pocket and sending a text to Tony.   Peter: 7:34pm. Thank you for that hickey, by the way. Ned and MJ just noticed. And now I’m being bullied and it’s all your fault. I’ve gotta deal with this all night now.   Peter then grabbed a bottle of water and walked back to the lounge to join his friends, placing the bottle of water and his phone on the table in front of him.   ————   “Okay, bathroom break.” Peter announces, pausing the game, and laughing at the complaints from Michelle and Ned, getting up and walking to the bathroom, his legs stiff from sitting down for nearly 2 hours.   When he comes back, he sits down on the couch and Michelle passes him his controller, and he’s about to press continue when he phone vibrates. He places it back down and grabs his phone, clicking the home button to turn on the screen, and smiles.   Daddy: 9:12pm. I’ll leave them all over when I’m back. Places you won’t be able to see yourself.   He’s just about to reply when Tony’s next texts makes him smile harder and him breathe that little bit harder too.   Daddy: 9:14pm. Daddy misses you, baby. Can’t get you outta my head.   “Okay, gimme, what are you smiling at?” Michelle says, and before Peter can reply the phone is snatched out his hand and Peter scrambles to get it back.   “Michelle, come on, give it back.” Peter begs but it’s too late, she standing in front of him, her face lights up and she turns the screen to him, showing the messaging notifications on his screen.   “Daddy?” She asks, her voice full of glee. “Fucking Daddy?” She asks again, her voice louder and she’s laughing. “Dude! Who is this? When did this happen? What...” She looks at Ned and he puts his hands up, stating he didn’t know, and he doesn’t want to know, because that’s his best friend and that’s awkward.   Peter quickly grabbed the phone and stuffed it in his pocket. “It’s just a guy. And it’s a joke. I made a joke earlier and he’s carrying it on, that’s all. It’s not serious.” Peter lies.   Michelle nods. “Alright. I want details though. Who is this guy? Where did you meet him? How old is he?”   Peter comes up with another lie, saying he met him online, and they’ve never met in person, and that he’s twenty one, and that they just talk, and joke around. Peter’s thankful when she lets it go. Chapter End Notes Lemme know how I'm doing! Love to you all as always! ***** I don't belong to anyone Else. ***** Chapter Summary Peter whips his head round to look at Tony, and Tony looks back him and smiles. “Are you serious?’’ “Yeah, could tell your aunt I’m taking you somewhere for a thing for Stark Industries. I’m sure she’ll believe me.” Tony says, “So, do you wanna go?” “Yes, take me to Malibu, Daddy.” Peter says innocently and Tony squeezes his thigh. Chapter Notes Bigger chapter... Kinda, only a little bit. And a big dose of smut. The songs I used in this chapter are my absolute favourite so I recommend listening along when the bath part starts! They’re grouped together on the playlist but i’ll list the songs anyway; Say Yeah - Niykee Heaton Don’t Talk About It - Fabian Mazur ft. Neon Hitch Anyone Else - Pvris Playlist here: https://open.spotify.com/user/stxski24/playlist/ 1tTViphJ0jbuzOQwNPiXah?si=wcnFANIDSaKWP0lmMlEbeQ See the end of the chapter for more notes One_Week_Later_-_Friday.   Peter couldn’t get out the car quick enough when Happy pulls up to the facility. He quickly runs through the doors, his bag in his hand and makes his way to the elevator. He’s bouncing on his feet as the elevator makes its way down to Tony’s lab. The elevator comes to a stop, and the doors slide open, revealing Tony standing near a work bench, looking something over. His hair messy, his sleeves rolled up, showing off his arms, and his chest peaking out of the V cut at the top of his shirt.   God, I’m in love. I really am. He’s so perfect.   Peter starts to walk over and Tony turns around at the sound of his footsteps and smiles at him. Peter smiles back and picks up his pace walking over, dropping his bag just as Tony grabs him and pulls him into a tight hug, kissing his head. Peter just curls up into his arms, and looks up at hims. “Hi, baby.” Tony says, giving Peter a quick, soft kiss. Peter smiles into the kiss. Peter pulls away and smirks, just as he was about to speak Tony cuts him off, “Don’t even think of saying what I know you’re gonna say. We have work to do and you’ll just distract me.” Tony laughs.   “Sorry...” Peter starts and picks up his bag and walks over to his desk, putting his bag down on his chair. Peter then looked over his shoulder, and tried to look as innocent as he could, “... Daddy.”   Tony groans and walks over to him, “You’re such a little shit.” He’s then wraps his arms around Peter, and kisses the top of his head. “Come on, we’ve got work to do.” Tony laughs and Peter whines.   -------   Peter and Tony spend the next hour working before Peter’s complaining he’s bored and walks to throw himself down on the couch in the lab. Tony ignores him for a good half an hour, ignoring the whining, the pleas for Tony to come and sit with him, the ‘’Daddy, I’m bored’’,  before giving in and walking to sit with him, pulling him close and kissing his the top of his head. They spend time just talking nonsense and laughing, joking, and Tony stealing little kisses here and there, each one taking the air right out of Peter’s lungs. Peter ends up sitting against the couch arm, and his legs thrown over Tony’s thighs while Tony rubs his hand slowly in circles while he listens to Peter ramble on about his week.   “Shit, I forgot to tell you! Don’t panic! But, MJ kinda saw a text from you.” Peter rushes out. He can see pure panic flash up on Tony’s face, and Tony starts to move Peter’s legs off his lap. “No, wait, don’t.” Peter’s hands fly out to stop Tony from moving him. ‘’She doesn’t know it was you. I mean, it was your text, but you’re not under ‘Tony’ or anything in my phone. She has no clue. But she was freaking out, and laughing, and it’s kinda funny now that I’m thinking about it, but yeah, I’ve kinda got a cover now” Peter quickly explains and he sees Tony relax, and moves his legs back onto his lap.   “Don’t you ever scare me like that again.” Tony starts, “I assume it was the text about the hickey? Because you never replied to that. And, what’s the cover?” Tony asks.   “Some guy I met online, never met or anything, just talk on the phone, and ‘he’s’ twenty one.” Peter explains, moving his legs off Tony and moving so he’s cuddling up to his side. “So, yeah, got a cover.”   “What am I saved as in your phone? Since it’s not my name.” Tony asks and Peter looks up at him, and just stares, “What?” Tony asks, holding his hands out, “I’m curious.”   “Does it matter?” Peter laughs.   “Yeah, I wanna know!” Tony then moves his hand to the boys pocket when he knows his phone is, and Peter quickly stops him. “What? You got me under some fake name? Ooh, what is it? Don’t tell me it’s something like, Derek, or Josh, because I think I might cry. Those names are horrible.” Tony jokes with him.   “You’re so weird. Why do you care?” Peter laughs at him again, moving Tony’s hand away from his pocket, and then, Tony’s hands on his sides, tickling him and Peter’s squealing and laughing and begging him to stop. “Alright! You’re just saved as ‘Daddy’, it was ‘Tony’, but after what happened... I changed it.” Peter gasps out, catching his breath after all the laughing and squealing.   “Is there a little love heart after it?” Tony teases, a smirk on his face.   “Yes, now leave me alone.” Peter jokes and Tony gets up, Peter falling flat on the couch. “No! Come back.”   “Oh no, no, no, you told me to leave you alone.” Tony jokes, a smirk on his face.   ‘’I was joking! Come back.’’ Peter whines, dragging the last word out. “Please, I was kidding, come back, I was so comfy.” Peter whines out, rolling onto his side, making grabby hands at Tony, and putting on his puppy eyes.   Tony walks over, pointing a finger at him, “One day, that isn’t going to work anymore, and you’re not gonna keep getting your own way.” Tony ends up in front of him, and Peter shuffles onto his knee on the couch, sitting back on his legs, and smiles innocently.   So fucking perfect. All mine.   Tony is just about to start talking again, when Peter moves forward and places his open mouth right over his jeans, right where his cock his, and Tony instantly groans, his hand goes to the top of his head, his hand locking in his hair tightly. “You little fucking shit.”   Peter then starts mouthing, and running his hands up and down the tops of his thighs and Tony’s pushing himself into the heat of his mouth, Peter’s eyes looking up right at him, all innocent, as if he wasn’t doing exactly what he was doing.   After a few moments, Peter pulls away and leans back against the couch, biting his lip. Tony’s sure he’s never seen anything so beautiful. He lets his lip go and says, eyes wide, and his voice sweet, “I’ll always get my own way.”   Yes, sweetheart. Yes you will.   Tony leans on the couch, and leans down onto Peter, pressing a hard kiss to his lips, his hands on either side of Peter’s face and Peter giggles, fucking giggles, and Tony pulls away, feeling breathless. His hand comes down just under Peter’s neck, holding back against the couch, leaning down and kissing him harder, turning Peter’s giggles into moans, and then his hand slides up, holding him around his neck, and just squeezes a little when Peter nibbles on his lip, making Peter let out a little gasp. Tony’s about to pull his hand away when Peter says, his voice still sounding sweet and innocent, “Harder.”   Oh my fucking God. He’s perfect. He’s so perfect. Keep him forever.   So Tony does and Peter’s letting his head fall back and moaning, and Tony can’t help but lean back down and kissing him hard once again, teeth clashing and their tongues dancing and Peter’s little moans filling his ears. Peter’s hand reaches forward, rubbing Tony over his jeans. Peter’s then pulling away.   “Choke me harder, Daddy. Please.” Peter whines out, and Tony’s pretty sure he could come right there and then. Peter’s driving his absolutely insane and he can’t think straight, and of course he has to make it worse. “I bet you can’t wait to do this while I’m under you, while you’re pounding me with that big, hard, cock.” Tony then squeezes hard, and Peter gasps and moans, rubbing his hand harder over Tony’s cock.   Two can play that game, little one.   “You love doing this. Love getting me all riled up. You’re gonna go too far one day, and I’m flip you over, and I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’re going to be sobbing, and I’m not gonna stop, I won’t let you come, you’ll be all mine, and I’ll leave pretty bruises all over that perfect skin, all over that neck. You won’t be able to hide ‘em. But, you won’t care, because that’s exactly what you want. You want people to know how hard you’ve been fucked. Want them to know what a little slut you are for your Daddy.” Tony says, his voice low and full of lust, and all Peter does is moan, then Tony moves his hand off Peter’s neck and pushes two fingers into Peter’s mouth, Peter’s tongue moving over the digits and sucking them further into his mouth, and looks right at Tony as he does. “You’re killing me, sweetheart. You really are.” Peter hums happily around Tony’s fingers and Tony’s about to remove them when he hears a cough coming from the other side of the room. Tony quickly takes his hand away and turns, finding Natasha, a huge grin on her face.   ‘’No, continue, please. It was quite the show.’’ Natasha jokes, and laughs when Tony looks mortified. ‘’I’m kidding, Tony. Chill out.’’   “We was just... It’s not... I mean...” Peter gives up and just drops his head. Tony stands up at the point and is about to speak when Natasha speaks first.   “Don’t worry. It’s fine. Well, it’s not. But... you look so happy, Tony.” Natasha says sweetly and Tony gives her a tiny smile. “You two better know what you’re doing, though. And... risky doing that in here.”   “I know... I just... forgot for a moment.” Tony admits, basically admitting everything.   “How long?” Natasha and asks and walks over to them.   “Only a week.” Peter says, and looks at Tony and smiles. “Feels longer though.” Tony smiles back at him, feeling the same way, as if Peter had been by his side for years.   “Pretty new then. So... that hickey...” She starts, gesturing to his neck and Peter whines and blushes, and then points at Tony, standing up.   “His fault.” He says while laughing, and Tony drops his head down and laughs awkwardly.   “And those bruises on your neck also...” Natasha says and Tony holds his hand up.   “Me.” Tony says simply, laughing again.   “Guys. Seriously?” She giggles and pats Tony on the shoulder. “You gotta be more careful. Save cuddles and the cute couple stuff for the bedroom.” Peter and Tony nod in agreement and look at each other and smile. “Am I the only one who knows?” Natasha asks.   “Pepper and Rhodey know… But it’s fine, Tony handled it.” Peter replies.   “Okay. Good. As long as you’re happy, and you know what you’re doing... I’m happy for you.” Natasha says, and walks over to give Peter a little hug.   “You’re a lot nicer than I thought you would be.” Peter admits and Natasha laughs.   “Yeah, I tend to shock people.”   “Thank you, Tasha.” Tony says and she gives him a nod and smile, and with that she leaves the room, leaving Peter and Tony alone.   “I almost had a heart-attack.” Peter says, laughing after a few moments of silence.   “Trust me, me too.” Tony replies, sitting back down in the chair.   Peter smiles at Tony. “I’m so glad she was cool about this. This could have easily gone another way.”   “I know. That’s what’s scaring me right now.” Tony says, and looks down.   “No. Don’t you do that. We’re doing this. Don’t you dare.” Peter says, his voice waving, fearing the worst.   Tony looks back up. “Baby, no. I’m not saying that. I’ve got you. I’m not letting you go now. I just gotta prepare myself... just in case the worst happens. Shit, I’ve got to prepare myself if this goes well. I mean, I’m still going to get a lot of crap when we start being able to tell people those few months after your birthday.”   “Yeah, but no one can do anything. We’ve already got an idea of what we’re gonna say.” Peter says, walking back over to the couch and sitting down on the edge. Tony follows and sits next to him.   “I know... But, the things the press are gonna say. How is your aunt going to react. The things they’re gonna say about you.” Tony shakes his head. “That’s what I fear the most.”   “Hey. I don’t care. They can say what they want. I know what’s true. We both do. All they can say is that I’m with you for your money which isn’t true at all. And we know that. So, who cares?” Peter smiles and sits back against the couch.   “I care. I don’t want anyone speaking badly about you.” Tony admits, looking at him, eyes showing his sadness.   “And I don’t anyone saying anything bad about you. But that’s going to happen and we have to deal with that.” Peter replies.   “You’re so smart. Too smart for your age.” Tony says, smiling at him. “I’m so lucky.”   “Smarter than you, Daddy.” Peter says quietly and smirks at Tony.   “Oh, I don’t think so.” Tony laughs at him and Peter laughs and launches a cushion at him. Tony catches it and throws it right back at him. ‘’Why don’t we go for a drive? I need to process the fact Natasha knows, and work out why FRIDAY is just letting anyone come down here.’’   --------   Peter had been sat in the car with Tony for nearly a hour, Tony just driving with no destination in mind. “So, are we just gonna drive around?” Peter asks, his hand over Tony’s hand on his thigh.   “Until I can think of somewhere to go.” Tony says. “We could even go back and grab some stuff and we could go to my new place in Malibu. I mean, I gotta go there at some point anyway, check over the Headquarters, make sure people are doing their job, show my face, might as well take you with me.”   Peter whips his head round to look at Tony, and Tony looks back him and smiles. “Are you serious?’’   “Yeah, could tell your aunt I’m taking you somewhere for a thing for Stark Industries. I’m sure she’ll believe me.” Tony says, “So, do you wanna go?”   “Yes, take me to Malibu, Daddy.” Peter says innocently and Tony squeezes his thigh.   “You got it, baby.” Tony replies.   “But for how long?” Peter quickly asks.   “Week, maybe two. Maybe longer if we can get away with it. Don’t want you missing too much school though.” Tony says, turning the car around and heading back, and Peter couldn’t wait.   ---------   “Peter, come on, let’s go!” Tony shouts, bag by his feet and playing with the car keys in his hand waiting for the boy to finally finish packing so they could just go.   “I can’t believe you’re taking him to Malibu.” Rhodey says, coming up to stand next to him and Tony smiles.   “Me neither. But, I am. We both need a break.” Tony replies, looking down.   And I need to be with him in peace without someone threatening to walk in, or the fear of getting caught.   “You mean you don’t want interruptions.” Rhodey says basically reading his mind and Tony looks at him and smirks.   “Yeah. That too.” Tony replies and at that moment Peter comes running down the hallway, bag in hand and a huge smile on his face.   “I’m sorry, Aunt May called. Had to come up with something. Since... you forgot to call her.” Peter tells Tony when he’s finally stood in front of him and Tony shakes his head.   “I completely forgot. I’m sorry.” Tony tells him and Peter just keeps smiling at him.   “Don’t worry, I took care of it.” Peter says and glances at Rhodey awkwardly, “Can we go?”   Rhodey sighs, “I better let you run off with your under-aged lover.” But then smiles at Tony and Tony finally knows that they’re okay. Tony just pulls Rhodey in for a hug and pats his arm goodbye and watches as he walks away.   “Come on, baby. Let’s get you to Malibu.” Tony adores how Peter’s face lights up again and he rushes past him making his way to the car.   -------   Tony kept his eyes on Peter for what seemed like hours, watching his as looked through homework, face screwed up in boredom, watched as his hands flicked through his phone and changed a songs whenever he got bored of one half way through, watched him as he sipped his drink or took a bite of something to eat, watched him as he ran his hair and huffed out a breath.   God, you’re fucking beautiful .   Peter looks up and smiles at him, “Thank you.” He says sweetly and Tony realises he just spoke his thoughts making him smile right back the boy. “How much longer?”   Tony looks at his watch, and sighs, “Couple of hours yet, baby. And then we’ve got a little drive from the airport.”   Peter groans and lets his head fall back against the seat. Tony laughs and shakes his head.   “You’re so dramatic.” Tony replies.   “I’m so bored.” Peter throws back at him, making sure to pout for effect.   ‘’We gotta talk about something.’’ Tony starts and Peter looks at him and smiles. ‘’About what happened in the lab… Before Natasha caught us.’’ Tony laughs a little. ‘’We gotta slow down… And we gotta talk out a few… things.’’   ‘’Okay…’’ Peter says, ‘’Like what?’’   ‘’I love the ‘Daddy’ thing. Like, probably way more than I should. And I know, that you know I like it. So, I hope you’re not doing that beca-’’   ‘’Tony. Are you serious? You caught me saying it… You watched me say it. You know I like it too.’’ Peter insists. ‘’I really like it.’’   ‘’Okay. Good.’’ Tony replies. ‘’Now… The choking thing…’’ Tony watches as Peter gives a little smile and deep blush spreads across his cheeks. ‘’Where on earth did that come from?’’   Peter just shrugs. ‘’I don’t know… I just… like it?’’   ‘’Alright.’’ Tony says.   ‘’Did you not-’’   ‘’Oh, no. I liked it a lot.’’ Tony smirks.   ‘’I liked the name calling too.’’ Peter admits quietly and Tony chuckles.   ‘’Aren’t you just perfect.’’ Tony states, grinning.   ‘’Can I ask something?’’ Peter asks, and Tony smirks.   ‘’You just did.’’   Peter laughs, ‘’Shut up. D-Does the ‘Daddy’ thing have to be just in the bedroom… Or, can I just… call you that whenever I want?’’   ‘’If that’s what you want… Then, you can call me that whenever you like, baby.’’   ‘’Thanks, Daddy.’’ Peter replies sweetly and Tony can feel his heart melting.   --------   Tony pulls into the driveway of his mansion and nudges Peter, who’s got his headphones over his ears and who’s been playing away on his phone for the last 20 minutes. Peter looks up and smiles and pulls the headphones off. “We here?”   “Yep.” Tony nods his head towards the mansion and Peter’s face lights up and a smile spreads across his face.   “Okay. That is huge!” Peter laughs out, and Tony grins.   “Thank you, honey.” Tony laughs back him and Peter hits his arm lightly making Tony chuckle.   “You know what I’m talking about.” Peter says and practically flies out of the car when it comes to a stop. Peter holds his hand out, and Tony laughs.   “What?” Tony asks and Peter whines and stomps his foot a little and pouts.   “Gimme the keys! I wanna go inside!”   “Here, brat.” Tony says and he throws the keys in Peter’s direction and laughs when he runs over to the door. “I’ll just grab the bags!” Tony shouts after him.   “Thank you, Daddy!” Peter shouts back, opening the doors and stepping inside. Tony follows shortly after, placing the bags on the floor near the door and closing it behind him. He finds Peter laid across a couch in the lounge and Tony laughs a little.   “You comfy?” Tony asks and Peter nods enthusiastically.   “How many bedrooms does this place have?” Peter asks back at him.   “Six.” Tony says and walks over to Peter, standing by the couch, hovering over him, with his hands in pockets . “What about bathrooms? Offices? Does it have a pool? Do we have a lab here? Oooo! How big is the kitchen?” Peter rushes out excitedly and Tony bends down on his knees so he’s face to face with the boy.   “Each bedroom has its own, then there’s two separate ones. One of the bedrooms has been turned into an office. Yes, there’s a pool. Both an indoor and outdoor and the kitchen is way bigger than it needs to be and yes... of course there’s a lab here.” Tony tells him and Peter claps his hands together.   “I wanna go in the pool!” Peter tells him and Tony smiles.   “You can tomorrow. Come on...” Tony stands back up and holds his hand out. “I’ll show you around, and then we can get some work done while we’re here.” Peter takes his hand and lets himself be guided up by Tony. Tony then wraps his arms around his waist and pulls him close. Peter then wraps his arms around Tony’s neck and smiles up at him. Tony leans down and presses a soft kiss to Peter’s lip and hums happily when Peter kisses him back sweetly.   -------   After a few hours of working, Peter follows Tony up to the kitchen, after Peter was whining for an hour that he was hungry and that Tony was going to starve him to death.   “So, what do you want to eat?” Tony asks him searching through the cupboards, “I can make something or I can order in.”   “Pizza.” Peter laughs and Tony just shakes his head.   “You can’t keep eating pizza, pick something else.” Tony laughs at him.   “I want pizza. I always want pizza.” Peter walks over to Tony and wraps his arms around him, pressing up against his back. Tony turns around in his arms and moves him back, away from him.   “What did I say? Pick something else.” Tony says, leaning against the counter and crossing his arms.   “Oh, please! I really want pizza.” Peter whines and Tony laughs.   “Pick something else.” Tony repeats, giving him a look that says, ‘don’t argue with me.’   Oh, I’m arguing with you.   ‘’In that time we’ve just spent arguing over this, I literally could of been cuddling up to you, eating pizza and being happy. But nope, you’d rather just yell at me, and be stupid.” Peter teases, pouting for effect, and Tony laughs.   “You’re being a brat.” He says, raising his eyebrow at Peter.   “And you’re being stupid.” Peter repeats, his voice child-like and playful.   “I know what you’re doing. And I’m not falling for it.” Tony tells him, smirking.   “I’m not doing anything, Daddy.” Peter said, his voice quiet and innocent.   “Stop it. You’re not winning this one.” Tony scolds him, laughing a little.   “Stop what, Daddy? I’m not doing anything.” Peter replies, puppy eyes and voice innocent still, and Tony broke.   “You’re a little shit.” Tony walks over to Peter and grabs his hand, making him walk with him towards his room. Peter’s just laughing.   You won’t be laughing for long.   Tony opens his door and pushes Peter inside, shutting the door and locking it, and then guides Peter towards the bed. Peter’s just giggling at him and biting his lip. Tony turns him, so that when he pushes him down, making him bend over the bed, lying on his front. Tony runs a hand over Peter’s ass. “You keep laughing, let’s see how long it takes for you to stop.”   “You don’t scare me, Daddy.” Peter laughs out, and with that Tony’s hand comes down hard across Peter’s ass, and Peter just laughs out. “Was that supposed to hurt, Daddy?”   “You’re really pushing me, baby. You’ve got no idea.” Tony brings his hand down again, harder this time, and the sound of the smack fills the bedroom and Peter lets out a little moan, and he’s laughing a lot less. So, Tony brings his hand down again, even harder, and Peter moans louder this time, not a single laugh heard “That didn’t take long at all, sweetheart. If I knew that this was the quickest way to get you quiet, I’d have bent you over every single available surface.” Tony rubs his hand over Peter ass again.   Peter moans and pushes into Tony’s hand, rocking against the bed. “More, Daddy. Please.” With that, Tony’s bringing his hand down again and Peter’s moans are filling the room. Tony keeps bringing his hand down, and Peter’s moaning and rubbing against the bed harder and begging for more, begging for it harder, and Tony’s sure he’s the most perfect thing he’s ever laid eyes on.   “You’re so good for me, baby. So good for Daddy.” Tony then flips him over and leans down, kissing him hard, and Peter’s arms wrap around his neck, Tony’s hands are on his hips, pinning him down onto the bed.   Peter pulls away and whines, “Please, I really wan-“   “Not yet, baby. I want it too. But we can’t, not yet.” Tony’s about to kiss him again, when Peter turns his head and lets his arms fall onto the bed.   “Then why do you do this? Why do anything at all?” Peter says, clearly upset and Tony groans and stands up.   “Honestly. I don’t know. I find it hard to keep my hands off you.” Tony shrugs and rubs a hand down his face. “I’m sorry, I know it’s not fair.”   “Why do we have to wait? I’m not going to tell anyone. We’ve already done a lot... Why not do that little bit more?” Peter asks, sitting up on the bed.   “We haven’t done that much. Yes, more than we should, but honestly, we haven’t done much at all.” Tony replies, moving to sit on the bed next to Peter. Peter leans his head on Tony’s shoulder and sighs.   “I’m so fucking sick of waiting. I know it’s only been a week but it’s stressing me out already.” Peter whines again, and Tony laughs.   “I know how you feel. I do.” Tony looks down at him. “Come here.” Tony pats his lap, and Peter gets up, and straddles Tony’s lap, his arms wrapping around his neck again. Tony presses his lips softly against Peter’s and wraps his arms around Peter’s lower back, holding him close. Peter hums happily and kisses him back. Peter then pushes on Tony, making them both fall backwards onto the bed, and Peter rocks his hips against Tony, making him moan against his lips.   Peter’s then breaking the kiss and moving off Tony and onto the floor sitting up on knees, hands on his belt. Tony sits up, his hands holding him up, looking at Peter. Peter then undoes his belt and his jeans, and looks up at Tony. “Can I?” Tony just nods, finally giving in, letting Peter do whatever he wants to do. Peter then hooks his fingers around the top of Tony’s jeans and underwear, and Tony lifts his hips a little, so Peter can pull them down, his cock springing free. Peter’s then wrapping his hand around the length, moving his hand slowly, eye’s locked on Tony’s and all Tony can go is moan, his eyes closing and head falling back. Peter carries on for a few moments until Tony can feel a warm a tongue licking slowly and softly at the tip, and Tony’s hand goes to Peter’s head, his fingers tangling in his hair. Tony brings his head back up, opening his eyes to watch as Peter just keeps placing small licks all over his cock, and it’s driving him insane.   “You’re such a little shit. You know exactly what you’re doing.” Tony moans out. Peter hums, and then he’s taking Tony as far as he can into his mouth, his tongue moving around his cock and Tony’s gripping his hair hard, making Peter moan, sending vibrations straight on to him. Tony lets him keep sucking him at his own pace, before using the hand gripped in Peter’s hair and guiding his mouth up and down his cock, making Tony moan louder, Peter just letting him move him how Tony needs too. Tony pulls Peter off his cock and fully sits up, “Move back, sit back on your legs, open your mouth and stick your tongue out for me, baby. Lemme do something.” Peter smiles and does exactly what Tony says. Tony moans at the sight of Peter and stands up, moving in front of Peter, rubbing his hand up and down his cock. “You’re so pretty, little one.”   “Thank you, Daddy.” Peter says, his voice laced with innocence and his eyes wide and gorgeous, and Tony’s pretty sure he could cum purely from the look of him. Peter then opens his mouth again, his tongue out for Tony.   “Stop me if it gets too much.” Is all Tony says before wrapping a hand in Peter’s hair, and guiding Peter’s mouth onto his cock, moaning as he goes, pulling Peter down as far as he can until he starts spluttering and gagging around his cock. Tony pulls him back off, “Are you okay?”   Peter nods, “I’m fine. Do it again, Daddy.” Tony’s then grinning and pulling him back down, and starts to move his hips, fucking into Peter’s mouth, hearing Peter moan.   After a few moments Tony pulls him all the way down onto his cock, Peter almost reaching the base before he’s coughing around his cock, Tony pulls him off again, and leans down, kissing Peter hard and grabs Peter under his arms, pulling him up so he’s standing. Tony pulls away, and grabs the bottom Peter’s shirt, dragging up and over his head and throwing it on the floor, and then pulls off his own, then places both hands on either side of Peter’s face, pulling him again for another kiss. He turns them around, so Peter’s back is facing the bed, and he pushes Peter down, breaking the kiss. Tony leans down, undoes Peter’s jeans and pulls them off along with his underwear, “Move up to the top, and turn over on to your stomach, baby.” Peter smiles and shuffled up to the top of the bed and turns over. Tony climbs onto the bed and grabs a pillow. “Lift your hips up for me, sweetheart.”   Peter raises his hips so Tony can place the pillow under him, raising his hips a little. Tony’s then hovering over him, kissing the back of his neck, making Peter moan a little. Tony starts kissing softly down his back, his hand running down his sides. Tony places one long kiss right above Peter’s ass, loving how the boy gasps and lets out a little moan. Tony’s rubs his hands over Peter’s ass, still red from earlier, and then spreads him open, leaning down and pressing a wet kiss to Peter’s hole, and Peter moans long and loud, and hides his face in the pillow below him. Tony smirks and starts placing small licks against Peter and loving how Peter’s gasping and moaning. He licks harder, pushing his tongue into Peter’s hole. Peter grips the bed-sheets, and pushes his hips up, trying to get Tony’s tongue deeper into him. Tony laughs against him, and pulls away, and rubs his thumb over Peter’s hole, and then slowly pushes down, watching as the tip of his thumb enters Peter. “Daddy... Daddy, please.” Peter moans brokenly, pushing his hips up again.   “Reach over into the drawer. Pass Daddy the lube, baby.” Tony says, and Peter’s throwing the lube towards Tony, moaning and whining. Tony laughs at him again, “Settle down, baby. You gotta be patient.” Peter whines at that again. Tony removes his thumb and grabs the lube, putting a generous amount on his fingers. “You wanna stay like that, or do you wanna turn over?” Peter then flips himself over, and bends his legs up, looking at Tony. Tony then grabs the pillow again, and Peter lifts up, letting Tony put it under his back, keeping him propped up a little bit. “You sure you want this?” Peter lifts his head up to look at Tony and nods enthusiastically and Tony smiles, moving his hand down and slowly pressing a finger into Peter. Peter moans and lets his head fall back down. Tony waits for a little bit once his finger is fully buried in Peter’s ass.   “Daddy, more, please.” Peter gasps out and Tony starts to move his finger slowly. Peter’s moans fill the bedroom, and he’s gripping the sheets again.   “So worked up already. What are you gonna be like when my cocks in you, baby? When Daddy’s fucking you nice and hard?” Tony loves how Peter whines and pushes against his finger. Tony then slowly adds another, making sure to be gentle and slow. After a few minutes Peter’s insisting that he’s ready and Tony adds another finger, watching how Peter’s face screws up a little in pain. “You’re not, baby. It feels like it, but if that hurts, my cock is gonna hurt you a lot more. Be patient, baby. Let Daddy get you ready.” Peter nods, and lets Tony stretch him open on his fingers. Tony keeps working him open, listening to Peter moan and watching how he’s pushing down on his fingers, attempting to fuck himself on them.   “I’m ready now, Daddy. I am. Please. Please, Daddy.” Peter moans, his voice heavy, and full of innocence that shouldn’t there, and Tony can’t help but give in.   “Okay, baby. Okay.” Tony gets up onto his knees, and then sits back on his legs, and coats his cock in lube, and rubs himself for a moment, watching Peter moan and whine in anticipation. “You sure you’re ready?”   “Yes, Daddy.” Peter moans out, and then Tony’s lining his cock up, and slowly pushing the tip of his cock into Peter, and lets out a deep moan when his hole closes around the tip.   “Fuck, you’re so tight, baby.” He then looks up at Peter, his face screwed up again in pain. Tony’s just about to ask if he’s okay when Peter speaks.   “I’m okay. You can carry on.” Tony nods and pushes in slowly, until his cock is completely buried in Peter’s ass, his hands are holding Peter’s legs up and he lets one hand go, so he can rub the top of Peter’s thighs.   “Tell me when you want me to move, baby. This is all about you, alright?” Tony says and leans down to press a kiss to Peter’s lips. They kiss slowly and sweetly for a few moments until Peter breaks the kiss to tell Tony to move. Tony then moves his hands down to Peter’s hips, holding him down as he starts to move slowly, groaning as he goes and watching Peter as his mouth falls open and small gasps fall out. Tony could easily get used to hearing that all the time. Forever. Tony keeps the pace slowly and soft, leaning down to kiss Peter’s neck, Peter’s hand coming up to the back of Tony’s neck, and his other hand holding the top of his arm.   Peter breaks the kiss to moan out, “Harder.” Tony snaps his hips forward harder, and kisses Peter again, pushing his tongue into his mouth, and Peter moans into the kiss, his hand gripping Tony, and Tony’s hands gripping Peter’s hips, as he picks up the pace, thrusting into the boy harder and faster.   They both just end up moaning against each other’s lips, and then Tony leans up a little, to help him angle his hips better, so he can fuck deeper into Peter. “You’re so good for me, baby. So perfect. So tight. Daddy’s pretty little baby.”   “I’m all yours, Daddy.” Peter moans out and then gasps his head thrown back when Tony fucks against his prostate making Tony grin.   “There it is.” Tony groans, and keeps snapping his hips forwards, making Peter moan louder.   Peter looks up at him, eyes wide and lips swollen and wet, “Choke me, Daddy.” and Tony has to stop himself from coming right there. Tony brings his hand up to Peter’s throat and wraps his fingers around tightly, and squeezes, watching Peter close his eyes and gasp. Tony then fucking into him as hard as he can, squeezing harder.   “Do you think you can come like this? Just through Daddy fucking you? You’re so perfect baby, so beautiful. And all mine. Want Daddy to cum deep in that pretty ass?” Tony doesn’t give up, keeps fucking him to relentlessly, keeping his hand tight around Peter’s throat.   “Please. I’m so close, Daddy. Please” Peter gasps out, and starts pushing himself against Tony’s thrusts, his eyes screwed shut, and his mouth hanging open.   “Daddy’s close too. So close, baby. I bet there’s gonna be some pretty bruises around that neck. Daddy’s marked you up, everyone’s gonna know who you belong to. That you’re all Daddy’s.” Peter’s moans get louder and his hand his wrapped around Tony’s wrist and gripping hard as he cums, shooting all over his stomach and Tony follows soon after, fucking them both through the aftermath of their orgasm.   Tony takes his hand off Peter’s throat after he stops moving, and leans down, his forehead against Peter’s and smiles. Peter smiles back and sighs happily. Tony then pulls out slowly and moves next to Peter, laying down, and pulling him close. Peter cuddles up to him, and kisses his chest. Tony looks at the clock, and knows that Peter has to go soon, but he doesn’t him too. He wants him to stay. Right there in his arms. Peter looks up at him and smiles, “Can we have pizza now?” and all Tony can do is laugh.   “Yes, baby. Whatever you want. But, let's get cleaned up first. Do you want a bath?’’   “Yes, please, Daddy.” Peter answers sweetly and Tony grins.   “Come on then.” Tony says, getting off the bed, and pulling Peter up, and then opening the door to the bathroom and walking in, Peter following behind.   “Holy shit! That tub is huge!” Peter says as he walks over, looking down at it. Tony walks up behind him, and then leans down to place a soft kiss to his neck.   “That’s because it’s made for two.” Tony tells him, and holds him close. Peter then turns around in his arms and smiles at him. Tony traces Peter’s chest with his fingers, moving down to his stomach and tracing the muscles there. “You’re so perfect.” Tony tells him quietly.   Peter brings his hands up to run across Tony’s chest, his smile stuck on his face. “So are you.”   “FRIDAY, run the water, make sure it’s hot.” Tony tells his AI, and soon enough the water is filling up the tub. Peter then turns around to climb into the tub while it’s still running.   “You got a speaker in here? I like music when I’m in the bath.” Peter asks and Tony nods, and walks out the bathroom, and returns with his phone and passes him his phone. “Quickly make a playlist and give it back. I don’t want you dropping it in the water.” Tony laughs and watches as the boy queues up some songs and passes the phone back. Tony presses play and puts his phone next to the sink.   “Thank you, FRIDAY, that’s enough.” Tony says, and the water stops running. “Scoot forward.”   Peter does and then Tony climbs in behind, and sits down, then reaches his arms back and pulls Peter to lay against his chest, Tony’s legs either side of him.   Dark_skies,_and_it’s_dang_cold. Pretty_eyes,_and_a_raincoat.   Peter lays quietly there for a few moments, just listening to the music, and closing his eyes and Tony’s fingers rubs over his stomach. Wanting to stay there forever, leaned up close to him, and be his always.   So_high,_can’t_even_remember_my_name.   Tony brings a wet hand up to push through his hair, making Peter smile, and bring his hand to intertwine with the hand that’s tracing patterns on his stomach.   But_we_got_that_fire,_and_I_know_why. We_ain’t_gonna_die_tonight.   Peter feels Tony kiss the top his head and Peter then turns his head up to look back at Tony, who smiles back at him. Peter turns his head bit more to press a small kiss to his lips before turning his back around and settling back to how he was before.   ‘_Cause_we_can_see_that_gold. We_got_that_summer_daze,_yeah.   Tony runs his other hand up and down Peter’s arm before intertwining his fingers with Peter’s hand, wrapping his arms around him, keeping their hands held together, and hugging him close.   Ready,_set,_go... You_gotta_fuck_it,_say_yeah.   Peter closes his eyes and lets him relax against Tony. Feeling like he could easily stay in that moment forever. Stay close to him. Feeling safe because he knows Tony would protect him at any cost and happy because he’s finally with the man he‘ been thinking about for months. and... loved, so loved.   Tonight,_we’ll_do_all_the_things_we_wanna_do,_yeah,_like,_just_go. You_gotta_fuck_it,_say_yeah_.   Peter hears Tony sigh happily and rest his cheek on top of Peter’s head, and then feels Tony squeeze him lightly. Peter then sings quietly along to the the next verse, hoping it’s quiet enough for Tony hear because that’s just embarrassment waiting to happen, “Packed_whip_on_a_full_tank._All_sip_from_the same_drink_. ..” Peter feels Tony lift his head back up.  “ Nowhere_to_go, nowhere_to_stay . ” He continues and Tony’s pulling him a little closer. “ Under_this_sky,_after_tonight._We’ll_wonder_why_we_aren’t_the_same_.”   “Who knew you could sing. Goddamn.” Tony says quietly and Peter turns to look at him, and see’s that Tony’s got a small smile on his face.   “Don’t let people hear me.” Peter says and looks up at him, and Tony leans down and kisses him.   ‘Cause_we_can_see_that_gold. We_got_that_summer_daze,_yeah.   Peter then breaks the kiss and untangles their arms and hands, shuffles forward carefully in the tub, stand up and turning around, pushes Tony’s legs together, and then sits down on top of him, legs either side and leans forward, kissing him again.   Ready,_set,_go... You_gotta_fuck_it,_say_yeah.   Tony’s hands end up on his hips, holding him, while he kisses back, and swipes his tongue along his bottom lip, Peter then opens his mouth a little, letting Tony push his tongue into his mouth. Peter moans a little when he does, his hands going to the back of Tony’s head and his hands sliding into his hair.   Tonight,_we’ll_do_all_the_things_we_wanna_do,_yeah,_like,_just_go. You_gotta_fuck_it,_say_yeah_.   Tony keeps the kiss slow, and filthy, and Peter can’t do nothing else but let out little moans when Tony’s hand’s move to run up and down his back, and then he feels his hands slide down to run over his ass and back up to his back.   Fuck_it,_if_it_feels_right. Hold_me_‘till_it’s_over. All_we_got_is_one_time. We_ain’t_going_home_.   Peter rocks his hips slowly in the water, his cock rubbing against Tony’s and Tony groans into the kiss, his hands gripping his back, his fingers digging in hard, making Peter moan softly.   Fuck_it,_if_it_feels_right. Hold_me_‘till_it’s_over. All_we_got_is_one_time. We_ain’t_going_home_.   Peter then takes one of his hands off the back of Tony’s head and brings it between them, his hand dipping into the water and his hand wrapping around Tony’s cock and Tony groans into the kiss, before breaking it and his head falling back.   Fuck_it,_if_it_feels_right. Hold_me_‘till_it’s_over. All_we_got_is_one_time. We_ain’t_going_home.   Peter moves his hand slow, listening to how Tony moans softly. Tony then sits up a little, his arms wrapping around Peter and leans forward and places kisses to Peter’s neck, before biting down softly and sucking and licking at the skin.   Fuck_it,_if_it_feels_right. Hold_me_‘till_it’s_over. All_we_got_is_one_time. We_ain’t_going_home.   Peter moans and starts to move his hand a little faster, making Tony bite down harder and one of Tony’s hand comes up to the back of Peter’s neck, holding him close, as he starts to suck on Peter’s neck hard, nipping as he does, and Peter knows for sure there’s going to be bruises there.   Tonight,_we’ll_do_all_the_things_we_wanna_do,_yeah,_like,_just_go. You_gotta_fuck_it,_say_yeah   Tony’s then moving his head to lick a stripe up Peter’s neck slow, until he reaches his jawline, then peppering kisses from one side of his face to the other, then kissing back down and locking his teeth into the other side of Peter’s neck.   Tonight,_we’ll_do_all_the_things_we_wanna_do,_yeah,_like,_just_go. You_gotta_fuck_it,_say_yeah   “Take me to the bed, Daddy.” Peter moans out sweetly and Tony unlatches from his neck, and Peter lets go of his cock and stands up, getting up out of the tub, and Tony follows him, getting out. Then Tony grabs a towel and quickly dries Peter and then dries himself and takes Peter’s hand and leads him out of the bathroom, the music following them into the other room, the song fading into another.   No,_we_don’t_speak. Just_fuck_and_then_he_leaves. ‘Cause_we_ain’t_tryna_be,_something_we_ain’t_meant_to_be.   Peter climbs up on to the bed and lays down on his back, and looks up at Tony. “Turn so your head is hanging a little off the side of the bed.” Tony tells him, his voice heavy with lust. Peter does what he says and looks up at Tony who’s hand comes down to rub at his own cock. “You’re so pretty, baby.”   We_don’t_talk_about_it,_don’t_talk_about_it. We_don’t_need_to_talk_about_it,_don’t_talk_about_it. Let_my_body_do_the_talking_.   Peter blushes, “Thank you, Daddy.” Peter then smiles and keeps his eyes on Tony, who steps closer to him and brings his other hand to slide a finger into Peter’s mouth and groans when Peter’s tongue swirls around the digit.   I’m_being_serious, You_look_so_good_in_my_bed_baby. Don’t_think_it’s_serious. I’ve_been_building_my_throne_and_I_did_it_alone.   “Open up for me.” Tony says, and pulls his finger from Peter’s mouth, and Peter lets his mouth fall open, still keeping his eyes locked on Tony. “Squeeze my thigh if you need me to stop, because unless you do... I ain’t gonna stop, you understand?” Tony asks and Peter nods.   If_you_are_curious_why_I’m_so_cold_but_so_hot_in_the_sheets, My_body_has_its_needs. And_you’ve_got_the_goods_to_feed_me.   Tony steps forward and slides the tip of cock into Peter’s mouth, and groans, “I’ll never get over the sight of my cock in that pretty mouth of yours.” Tony slides his cock in deeper, but stops when Peter gags a little. “Breathe through your nose, baby. I know you can take it.” Peter does as he says as Tony pushes in even further.   No,_we_don’t_speak. Just_fuck_and_then_he_leaves. ‘Cause_we_ain’t_tryna_be,_something_we_ain’t_meant_to_be.   “Just a little bit more, baby. You’ve almost got Daddy’s cock all the way down your throat.” Tony moans out and Peter moans right back at him, his hand going to his own cock, and rubbing himself and Tony leans down, his cock slipping all the way in, and slaps Peter’s hand away, and hears him whine around his cock.   We_don't_talk_about_it,_don't_talk_about_it. We_don't_need_to_talk_about,_don't_talk_about_it. Let_my_body_do_the_talking.   “You can wait. You cum on my cock and nowhere else.” Tony tells him and Peter moans all over again, and Tony slowly slides his cock back out, leaving the tip sitting on Peter’s tongue and watches as closes mouth around it and feels his tongue twist and lick around it. Tony’s head falls back and moans out long and low, as Peter hums happily.   We_keep_it_regular, Keep_coming_back_‘cause_we_drama_free_zone, But_we_far_from_regular. You_get_me_fucked_up_in_a_whole_new_zone.   “Open back up.” Tony moans out, then starts to slide his cock all the way back in, once Peter opens his mouth again, and then slowly starts to fuck his cock into his mouth slowly, Peter moaning around it, sending vibrations down, and making it feel so much better. “So good for me. So good for Daddy. Daddy’s good little slut.”   So_do_what_you_do_best, And_come_feed_this_bitch_a_bone. But_when_we_done,_leave_me_alone,_yeah.   Tony’s then snapping his hips forward faster, his hands on either side of Peter’s face, and loving the soft moans the teen makes as Tony keeps pushing his cock in. Tony then slides his cock fully out of Peter’s mouth, watching as the spit spills down onto his lips and chin, his lips wet and swollen, and plump. “Such a beautiful sight.”   No,_we_don't_speak. Just_fuck_and_then_he_leaves. 'Cause_we_ain't_tryna_be,_something_we_ain't_meant_to_be.   “Thank you, Daddy.” Peter says, his voice heavy from having Tony’s cock fucked down his throat. “Turn over, face towards wall, on your knees, lower your back and stick out that gorgeous ass.” Tony instructs and strokes his cock slowly as he watches as Peter gets into position.   We_don’t_talk_about_it,_don’t_talk_about_it. We_don’t_need_to_talk_about_it,_don’t_talk_about_it.   Tony then kneels down, and runs a hand over Peter’s ass, and slides a finger over his hole, watching it flutter in anticipation and listens to Peter moan. “Please, Daddy... Please.” Tony then leans down and presses a kiss to Peter’s hole.   Let_my_body_do_the_talking_.   “Oh, fuck.” Peter whines out. “Please. Please, Daddy.” Tony then pulls away and rubs his hand over Peter’s right ass cheek, and then lifts his hand and brings it down hard, listening to how Peter gasps sharply and moans. Tony then leans back down and places a soft lick to his hole, before pressing down a harder one and adores how Peter moans brokenly, as once again the song fades into another.   Oh,_my_blood,_once_was_my_own, But_it_in_one_touch,_you_made_it_yours. What_have_you_done? What_have_you_done?   Tony’s then spreading Peter open so he can getting his tongue in deeper, Peter pushing back against his open mouth. Tony’s then pulling back and wiping a finger into the spit and then slowly pushing a digit inside, and Peter arches his ass up into Tony’s hand. “So desperate to be fucked, aren’t you?” Peter nods quickly and Tony chuckles.   Yeah_I_know,_I_went_and_left_you_all_alone. Please_don't_think_that_I_let_you. I_never_let_go.   “Wanting Daddy’s cock so badly. My perfect little slut.” Tony moans at him, and then uses his other hand to reach into the night stand next to him and pull out a bottle of lube, and then pours a little onto Peter’s hole. He sets the bottle down on the floor and then pulls his finger out to coat two fingers and slide them into Peter.   ‘Cause_I_could_touch_a_hundred_thousand_souls But_none_would_ever_feel_like_home. And_no_matter_how_far_and_wide_I_roam. You’re_the_only_one_I’ll_ever_know.   Peter’s moaning and gasping as Tony twists and stretches his fingers, opening him up, before adding another, and Peter hisses and moans. “That okay, baby?” Tony asks him, and Peter just nods. Tony carries on fucking his fingers into him, spreading his fingers and twisting and watching how Peter pushes back on them.   I_don’t_belong_to_anyone_else. I_don’t_belong_to_anyone_else. I_don’t_belong_to_anyone_else. I_don’t_belong_to_anyone_else.   Tony removes his fingers after a few minutes, and Peter whines. “Shh, baby.” Tony says, grabbing the bottle of lube again, and pouring some into his hand and sticking up his cock. Tony then stands up, and lines his cock up and slowly eases in the tip, Peter pushing back and groaning.   Oh,_my_blood,_once_was_my_own, But_it_in_one_touch,_you_made_it_yours. What_have_you_done? What_have_you_done?   Tony lets out a deep moan once he’s fully inside Peter, and rubs a hand down his back, loving how his back curves perfectly. “Move, Daddy. Please move. Please fuck me.” Peter begs and Tony finally brings his hips back to slowly bring them forward again, teasing the boy but also teasing himself. “Daddy, please!” Peter begs again.   “You want it hard?” Tony asks and Peter nods as he’s still sliding in and out slowly. “Want Daddy to wreck you?” Tony asks again, and Peter whines. “Don’t you worry, baby...” Tony starts as he starts to move his hips a little faster. “Daddy’s gonna fuck you hard.” Peter then whines again, which is followed by a moan. “Daddy’s gonna wreck his pretty baby.”   Oh,_my_poor_bones,_rearrange_them_to_fit_your_mold. Hang_me_up_on_your_bedroom_wall. And_I_can't_breathe_at_all.   Tony then slides almost all the way out, leaving the tip of his cock inside Peter. Then, after a minute, slams back in hard, making Peter push his hips up into him, and grab the bed sheets and gasp and moan brokenly. “Do that again. Do it harder.” So, Tony does, and the response is fantastic. Peter near cries and moans out broken pleas to be fucked, to be used.   I_don’t_belong_to_anyone_else. I_don’t_belong_to_anyone_else. I_know_you_only_hold_me_to_yourself. But,_I_don’t_belong_to_anyone_else.   “You want Daddy to use however he wants?” Tony says as he keeps slamming into him, pulling all the way back and snapping his hips back in hard making Peter whine and beg. “You want Daddy to just use you for his own pleasure? Not let you come? Keep you open, so I can slip in this little ass whenever I want?” Tony says, and then leans down, brings his arm under and around Peter’s throat, and squeezes his arm up, the boys moans dissolving into gasps as Tony starts to brutally fuck into him.   Tony’s biting and licking at Peter’s neck as he’s squeezing his arm around his throat, and soaking in his gasps and cut off moans. Tony releases his arm, letting the boy breathe easier, and keeps on at his neck, biting hard and snapping his hips, pushing his cock into him relentlessly. “My perfect little whore. All for me. All mine.”   ‘Cause_I_could_touch_a_hundred_thousand_souls But_none_would_ever_feel_like_home. And_no_matter_how_far_and_wide_I_roam. I’m_the_only_one_I’ll_ever_know.   “All yours, Daddy. I’m always gonna be yours.” Peter says between gasps and moans and Tony brings his arm back up to squeeze around Peter’s throat as he continues to fuck into him. “Harder.” Peter manages to get out. “Choke me harder.” He gets out again and Tony chuckles, and brings his arm up tighter, and Peter gasps harshly.   “You gonna come for me, baby? You gonna dirty up my sheets like the little slut you are?” Tony whispers into his ear, fucking into faster and harder, as hard as he can, his own orgasm creeping up. “Because Daddy’s gonna. He’s gonna come deep inside this little ass. Dirty his whore up inside and out.”   Oh,_my_blood. What_have_you_done? What_have_you_done?   Peter’s pushing back on him, his cock slamming into his prostate and he can feel Peter tense up. “There you go, baby, come for Daddy.” Tony gives his throat one final hard squeeze and Peter’s coming, moaning loud and pushing back hard into Tony, fucking himself through his orgasm. Tony’s hand then goes to his hair, and harshly pulls his head back by his hair, and then his other hand joins to keep pulling Peter into his cock and soon enough he’s spilling into Peter. “Fuck!” Tony shouts loudly and brings his head down and bites the back of Peter’s neck, letting his hands fall onto the side of the bed next to Peter’s shoulders, his hands on top of his.   I_don’t_belong_to_anyone_else. I_don’t_belong_to_anyone_else. I_don’t_belong_to_anyone_else. I_don’t_belong_to_anyone_else.   Tony pulls out, and stands up, and watches as Peter turns over, and lays on his back. Tony then gets on the bed and lays next to him, and pulls him into his side and cuddles him close. Peter’s about to talk but Tony cuts him off with a quick, sweet kiss.   “Don’t talk yet. Your throat is gonna be sore. I’ll go and get you a drink of water.” Peter just smiles at him as Tony gets up and grabs a pair of underwear from a drawer and slips them off before disappearing to get him a drink.   I_don’t_belong_to_anyone_else. I_don’t_belong_to_anyone_else. I_don’t_belong_to_anyone_else. I_don’t_belong_to_anyone_else.   Tony comes back and walks over to Peter still laid on the bed, but now against the pillows and he smiles as soon as he sees Tony. Tony twists the cap off of the bottle of water and passes it over. “Small sips, okay?” Peter nods as he takes small sips from the bottle and passes it back. Tony puts the cap back on and puts the bottle down on the nightstand.   “I don’t think I can walk.” Peter says quietly and Tony laughs and rubs the bottom of his leg.   “Then, I guess... I’ll be carrying you everywhere. Like, to the shower.” Tony says and Peter just smiles at him. Tony then gets onto the bed and slides his hand up Peter’s thigh and down to his opening and feeling a mix of lube and his cum spilling out, and Peter moans and his head falls back. “No more yet, sweetheart. I just can’t resist touching you.” Tony tells him quietly and leans down to gently bite the inside of his thigh before removing his hand and sitting back up on the bed. “Come on, lemme get you all cleaned up and these sheets changed.’’ Chapter End Notes Comments inspire me to carry on writing this, and helps me know how I'm doing! love to you all as always! ***** You're on my mind like a song I can't Escape. ***** Chapter Summary “Gorgeous little thing. Very lucky to have him following you around.” Chase says quietly to Tony. Peter doesn’t catch what he said but does catch how Tony’s expression changes to pure anger. “He’s sixteen.” Peter hears Tony say and watches as Chase shrugs his shoulders and gives Tony a little chuckle. “It was only an observation, Tony.” Chase tells him. Chapter Notes I'm sorry? For those who's read the other fic, you know what's about to go down. See the end of the chapter for more notes The past week in Malibu had been absolute heaven. Peter had spent near enough all of his time by Tony’s side, their nights spent watching movies tangled together on the couch, Tony taking him shopping and Peter wanting desperately to hold his hand as they went from store to store, car rides and hours in the pool as Tony sat and worked on a seat in the corner and watched Peter swim up and down the pool, and the almost non-stop sex. It happened everywhere, the shower, the tub, the bed, in the spare bedrooms, up against the wall in the kitchen, carpet burn on Peter’s knee’s after Tony had pushed him on to the floor in the lounge, in the back of Tony’s car whenever they’d drive to the middle of nowhere. Over Tony’s desk had to be his favourite.   “My knees hurt so much.” Peter whines. He was sitting with Tony in his office, and Tony stops typing on his laptop and looks up and smirks.   “That’s your own fault.” Tony says and Peter gives him a quick laugh and smile.   “How is it? I’m completely innocent in this! You was the one who pushed me down.” Peter shouts jokingly at him and Tony shakes his head.   “Nope. You were being a tease. I was simply teaching you a lesson.” Tony says simply, looking back down at his laptop, and typing away again.   “How was I being a tease? I was literally sat doing nothing.” Peter says and Tony stops and looks up and cocks his eyebrow up at him.   “Oh, so you always suck on a lollipop like that?” Tony asks and Peter smirks, and remembers how he was sat next to Tony on the couch, lollipop in his hand and making sure every suck and lick he made was emphasised, and dramatic and loved how Tony kept his eyes locked on him until he gave in and dragged him up, lollipop thrown across the room and shoved down onto the floor.   “Yes, what other way is there?” Peter says innocently and Tony laughs at him.   “You’re a little shit.” Tony tells him and goes back to what he was doing. They both sit in silence for a while, Tony working away and Peter on his phone, playing a game when a text comes through.   Unknown Number - 10:27am. Hey, Peter. It’s Wade. From the party. I got your number off of Flash. Hope you don’t mind.   Peter stares at for a moment, wondering if he should even text back, considering Tony was pissed at the fact he danced with him, but he was a little drunk, it was innocent, he was being a teenager.   Peter - 10:31am. Hey! No, it’s cool.   Peter doesn’t really know what else to say, he saves Wade’s number into his phone.   Wade - 10:33am. Sweet. I just wanna say it was really shitty what Flash did to you at that party. But then so cool at how Tony Stark defended you.   Peter - 10:34am Yeah, it was but it’s all done with now. Mr. Stark scared him I think. Flash won’t even look at me.   Wade - 10:35am I thought he might die that night. Stark was pissed dude!   Peter - 10:35am I know. It’s only because I’ve been on the internship for so long, I think if I had gone home to my aunt and said what happened and Tony hadn’t of done anything she might have killed him for not looking after me.   Peter then closes the messaging app and goes back to his game, glancing up at Tony who was still, face showing boredom, working on his laptop.   Wade - 10:39am. It’s good he stuck up for you. So, what you doing right now?   Peter - 10:40am. In Malibu actually. Stark Internship. I’m working on some stuff at the labs here.   Good lie. You did good.   Wade - 10:41am. Wow! Good for you! How’s Malibu? Always wanted to go.   Peter glances up at Tony and smiles, Tony looks up briefly and smiles back at him.   Peter - 10:42am. Beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous. Could stay here for ages.   Wade - 10:42am. I’m actually so jealous of you. When you back?   Peter - 10:44am. I don’t know. I haven’t got a date. Couple of weeks I think.   “Who you talking to?”   “Huh?” Peter asks as he snaps his head up and finds Tony looking over at him. “Oh, no one. Just a friend.” Peter then puts his phone in his pocket.   “I need to go down to Stark Industries. People clearly like to pester me when there’s news of me being around.” Tony sighs and stands up, grabbing his jacket. “You wanna come or do you wanna stay here? I’m only gonna be a couple of hours.”   Peter smiles and stands up, “I’ll come with.” Tony smiles back at him and walks over to him, and leans down to press a small kiss to his lips.   —————   Wade - 11:42am That’s a shame. I was hoping I could take you out soon. Guess I’ll have to wait.   Peter sighs at the text, and stuffs his phone and climbed out the car when they pull up to the Stark Industries building, he just looks over at Tony as he walks. “Pepper usually deals with this shit. I hate dealing with people.” Tony complains and locks the car once Peter closes the door, his mood dampening a little at the mention of her name. Peter just smiles at him and follows him into the building. They walk through the doors, Peter following behind Tony. The building is full of people walking, talking and working away behind desks and sat in chairs.   “Mr. Stark! How are you, today?” Peter looks up and sees a small, blonde woman, her hair long and wavy, with a huge smile on her face.   “I could be better, dear. Any reason why Chase can’t sort this on his own?” Tony asks her and Peter just stands next to him in silence looking between them both, but mostly just looking up at Tony.   “I have no idea, Mr. Stark. Mr. Summers requested I asked you to come in. I don’t even have an idea on what’s wrong.” The blonde tells him, and Tony sighs.   “Where is he?” Tony asks, rubbing a hand down his face, and looking completely done already.   ‘’He’s just left. He told me to tell you that he’ll be back soon and he’ll meet you in your office.’’   Tony just sighs and places his hand on Peter’s back, guiding him as they walked through the building, towards the elevator, and once the door’s open, guides Peter inside.   “I swear if this is something he can work out himself, I’ll punch him in the face.” Tony says when the elevator doors close. Tony’s hand then slides around his waist and pulls him into his side. “You keep me sane.”   “I’m glad.” Peter says and smiles up at him, and Tony returns the smile. When then elevator comes to a top, Tony puts his hand back to where it was before and leads Peter out onto the floor. As soon as the door closes Peter watches how another small woman this time her hair short and brunette steps from behind a desk, and walks up to them, following them as they walked to Tony’s office.   “Mr. Stark. Chase Summers will be coming to see you shortly.” She tells him.   “Already know, dear.” Tony says opening the door to his office and guiding Peter inside. Peter walks in and Tony shuts the door behind him.   -------   Peter was sitting in front of Tony’s desk, while he decided to get some stuff done while he was waiting. After an hour Peter started to complain that he was bored.   ‘’We won’t be much longer.’’ Tony says.   ‘’But, Daddy…’’ Peter whines, dragging the last word out and slumping in his chair. Tony then looks up and smirks.   “Come here, I got something you can do. Come and kneel under the desk between my legs.” Tony smirks and Peter blushes, Tony’s pretty sure the blush covers him from head to toe. “I’m not joking. You wanna keep running your mouth about how bored you are, while Daddy’s taken you on holiday and spoiled you, then you need something to shut you up until you can be more grateful.” Tony cocks up his eyebrow at him and brings his hands down to unbuckle his belt and watches Peter as walks over and slides down under the desk.   “What if someone comes through?” Peter asks, biting his lip, looking around. “Like your employee’s?’’   “Like you said, my employee’s, they have to keep their mouths shut about what I do on here. So...” Tony then pulls his cock out, “Open up, get your mouth round it, and don’t stop unless I still you too.” Tony watches as Peter comes up on his knees and places a hand around his cock and a small lick to the tip.   Tony groans as Peter keeps his eyes locks on his while he places small licks all over his cock. “God, you’re a fucking treat.” Tony moans out and adores how Peter grins as he carries on teasing him. “Come on, get on with it.”   Peter sits back, rubbing him up and down and twisting his hand as he does so. “You’re impatient.” Then Peter gives him a little smirk before bringing his hand up, closing his hand over the head of Tony’s cock and rubs his hand around in a circle, the head trapped in his palm, and Tony through his head back and bucks his hips up.   “Fuck! You little shit.” Tony grits out, a smile on his face, and Peter laughs and does it again, and Tony bucks his hips up again, and hisses, the sensation too much.   “What’s the matter, Daddy?” Peter asks innocently and cocks his head to the side as if he doesn’t know what he was doing.   “You know what’s fucking wrong, you little shit.” Tony groans out at him, gasping and bucking his hips each time his hand passed around the head of his cock. “Okay, stop, that’s getting too much.”   Peter laughs and pulls his hand away, slipping it back down to the base of Tony’s length, and leans down, closing his mouth around the head of Tony’s cock, flicking his tongue and swirling it, making Tony groan all over again and lock a hand in his hair.   Tony then pushes down on Peter’s head by his hair making him him take more of him into his mouth and then he heard a knock at his office door and Tony looks up and smiles before telling whoever was on the other side to come in. Peter’s about to pull off when Tony pushes him back down and looking down at him, looking at the blush that spreads over his face and Tony grins and pats the top of his head and then strokes his cheek. “Remember, you only stop when I tell you too. Get back to it.” Peter then closes his eyes and starts to bob his head, sucking and running his tongue around Tony’s cock.   “Sorry, Mr. Stark. Mr. Summers wanted me to drop these off before he came down here.” The woman says as she places a small stack of papers onto Tony’s desk, and Peter can feel her eyes on him.   “Thank you, dear.” Tony sighs out, his other hand still on top of Peter’s head, and the other one leaning out to flick through the papers on his desk. “Pretty one, isn’t he?”   “Extremely so, Sir.” The woman says and  Peter then opens his eyes and looks up at Tony, no longer feeling any shame whatsoever, and finds that the woman standing at Tony’s side.  “His eyes have to be the best, if I say so myself.”   “I absolutely agree.” Tony says while grinning at her. “Thank you, dear.” Tony says again and the woman leaves after Tony dismisses her, as soon Peter hears the click of the door closing, he pulls off Tony’s cock.   “Did you really have to have a conversation with her while I’m down here?” Peter asks him, his throat feeling a little heavy. Tony smiles down at him.   “Did you really care?” Tony cocks that eyebrow at him again and Peter smiles.   “Not one bit. I can’t believe what she said... I didn’t expect that.” Peter laughs out.   “Who knows, maybe we share a thing for little brunettes on their knees. And she’s walked on much worse, she’s been here for years.” With that Tony’s hand was guiding him back to his cock, and Peter happily swallowing the length down his throat ------   Tony takes Peter out for lunch before returning back to the Headquarters when he gets a call that Chase was back and ready to speak to Tony. When they get back to Tony’s office there’s a man stood in the middle of the room. He’s tall, his hair a dirty blonde and short, he’s dressed a black suit and turns at the sound the door and smiles at Tony. “Ah, Tony!” The man starts, and Peter assumes it’s Chase. “Who’s this little thing?” He asks and points a finger towards Peter. Tony places a hand on Peter shoulder. “Intern on the Stark Internship. Genius in the making.” Tony says and then points to a chair for Peter to go and sit in, in the corner of the room. Peter smiles at him and goes to where he’s just been told to go. “You must be a smart one, kid.” Chase says before he turns back to Tony. “The new Stark computers. We have an issue with manufacturing. And the newest design in the works has some hiccups.” “Fuck, Chase. Seriously? You don’t need me to sort this shit.” Tony groans and goes over to his desk and sitting down. “What issues?” Peter drones out the conversation and pulls out his phone. Peter - 11:56am. We can hang out when I’m back. I’ll let you know. Wade - 11:58am. Awesome. How’s the internship? Peter - 11:59am. Right now... boring. Tony’s just arguing with some guy. Wade - 12:00pm. Lemme guess, you’re just sat in a corner and wishing you was doing something else. Peter - 12:00pm. You got that right. Peter - 12:01pm. We’re just hanging out as friends, right? You know... when I’m back? Wade - 12:02pm. Yeah, of course. Unless you want a repeat of that night. Peter - 12:03pm. I’m kinda seeing someone. Wade - 12:03pm. Oh. Right. Okay. Wade - 12:03pm. Still refuse to believe you’re 16 though. Peter - 12:04pm. How old are you? Can’t remember if you told me or not. Wade - 12:04pm. 23, and I did tell you. Peter - 12:05pm. Ah I remember now. “Kid, turn your phone on silent, that clicking is driving me nuts.” Tony says, his tone a little snappy. Peter looks up and gives him a little smile. “Sorry, Mr. Stark.” Peter says innocently and clicks his phone on silent, silencing the keyboard and the notification tones. “Poor kid must be bored, Tony. Why’d you drag him here?” Chase asks him and looks at Peter and smiles. “I’m sure you’d rather be sat in front of a TV.” Peter shakes his head, “I wanted to come along.” With that Peter looks back down at his phone. Wade - 12:06pm. Totally wish you wasn’t with someone, by the way. Figured I should let you know that. Peter - 12:07pm. You’ve met me once, briefly. Wade - 12:08pm. You’re gorgeous and I’m jealous of your boyfriend. Peter - 12:09pm. Well, thank you. And you’re gonna have to stay jealous, I’m afraid. Wade - 12:09pm. Yeah, I know, don’t worry. “Right, does that help solve it?” Tony asks, sighing and Peter just puts his phone in his pocket, not knowing what to reply to Wade. Peter looks up at Tony and smiles, who gives him a small smile back. “Yes. Thank you, Tony.” Chase says and then turns his head to make a quick glance a Peter and smiles. “Gorgeous little thing. Very lucky to have him following you around.” Chase says quietly to Tony. Peter doesn’t catch what he said but does catch how Tony’s expression changes to pure anger. “He’s sixteen.” Peter hears Tony say and watches as Chase shrugs his shoulders and gives Tony a little chuckle. “It was only an observation, Tony.” Chase tells him. “I’ll see you tonight, you’ve got a little get together going on, right?” Chase asks and Tony nods. Chase then turns and walks towards the door, throwing a smile and a little wave at Peter, and Peter just smiles back. Tony lets out a sigh when Chase is finally gone. “I don’t want you anywhere to be seen tonight. Especially if he’s there. I don’t trust him.” Peter then stands up and walks over to where Tony’s sat in his chair behind the desk, and leans against the desk. “Why?” Peter asks simply, and reaches down to grab Tony’s hand, intertwining their fingers. “You didn’t hear what he said?” Tony asks and Peter shakes his head. Tony sighs. “It doesn’t matter. Just... I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be there tonight.” “But you said last night that there’s going to be people from MIT there, and you wanted me to meet them? I need to meet these people, Tony.” Peter says. “That’s one of the reasons why we lie about the internship. You know how good that’s gonna look on my application.” “I know, baby, I know. It’s fine. Just make sure you stay by side at all times, okay?” Tony says, and smiles when Peter nods. “Can we leave now?” Peter asks. “Yeah, baby, let’s go.” ————— “I don’t wanna wear a suit, Daddy.” Peter whines quietly and pouts at him, and Tony laughs. “You got too, baby. You have to look nice. Presentable.” Tony says back quietly. “Would be easier to have you one made, but we don’t have time for that.” “Shopping is boring.” Peter whines, his voice still hushed as he’s stood by Tony looking through a rack of suits. “No, shopping for something you don’t want is boring. You enjoyed shopping the other day. When I bought you a new phone, clothes, shoes, and all the games you wanted.” Tony tells him and Peter looks at him, feeling guilty. “I told you that I didn’t want you too. Now, I feel like shit, thanks.” Peter says, looking down. “Hey...” Tony says quietly. “Daddy wanted to spoil you.” Peter then looks up and smiles. “Pick a colour.” Peter groans. “You just pick one.” ————— Peter ended up in a sleek black suit, and he had to admit that he looked good. Tony had good taste. Peter walked out of the bathroom to find Tony stood waiting for him, in a similar suit but with the top button of his shirt open and a tie missing, his hair perfectly done and his smile blinding. “There’s my gorgeous boy.” Tony smiles at him and Peter blushes a little, while walking over to him. Tony places his hands on Peter’s waist once he was close enough and pulled him close. “I’d bend you over right now if I didn’t have guests to entertain.” “You could do it quickly, Daddy.” Peter says innocently and Tony groans, his head dropping onto the younger boys shoulder. “Don’t tempt me, sweetheart.” Tony says and Peter laughs lightly. “Come on, baby.” Tony then lifts his head up and lets go of his waist, before walking to the door and opening it, standing holding it open for Peter to walk through. When they got to the lounge, it was already full of people and Peter suddenly anxious and Tony must of sensed that when he tended up a little. “Don’t worry, baby.” Tony said quietly. “Just stay my side.” Peter looked up at him and nodded. Soon enough Tony was walking around, drink hand and talking to everyone. Making his way around the room quickly, not really holding any conversations with anyone. A few asked who Peter was but mostly he was just ignored. Peter was guided towards another person Tony wanted to talk to, and for the most part he just didn’t pay attention. “And who’s this?” The woman asked, she was older, probably as old as Tony but unlike Tony, her age showed, she had long brown hair, with a few blonde streaks, way too much makeup, and she was skinny, and was wearing a dress that was absolutely not age appropriate. “This is Peter, my intern. Once I knew how smart he was, I had to offer him a place to work alongside me. He’s fantastic.” Tony told her and Peter smiled up at him and Tony looked down and returned the smile. “You look awfully young. How old are you, darling?” She asked Peter in a soft voice and Peter smiled at her. “I’m sixteen.” Peter said simply and she gasped a little. “Well, you must be as smart as Tony, because he can’t stand teenagers, absolutely hates kids. You must be special.” She says sweetly. Oh, I am. I get told that every time he fucks me . “I was surprised myself. I applied and was really shocked when I was accepted.” Peter lied and she smiled. “Where you wanting to go after high school?” She asks and Tony beat him to the answer. “M.I.T. He’s definitely getting accepted, not a single doubt.” Tony said, a grin on his face. Tony then went on to talk about something else and Peter decided he was thirsty. “I’m gonna go get a drink, Mr. Stark.” Peter said sweetly and Tony shook his head a little. “Wait there, I’ll go with you in a second.” “No, it’s okay. I’ll be two seconds, I don’t wanna pull you away from your conversation. I’ll be right back.” Peter says and Tony finally nods and Peter makes his way to the kitchen, pulling out his phone, and seeing he had a text. Wade - 8:37pm. How’s the party? Peter - 8:46pm. Definitely not a party. Tony’s just talking to everyone and it’s so boring. Wade - 8:47pm. Want me to come save you? Peter grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge and leaned against the counter, opening the bottle and taking a sip before placing it down next to him. Peter - 8:49pm. Absolutely. I’m not flirting. I’m not. Jokey conversation. That’s all this is. Wade - 8:50pm. On my way, gorgeous. Peter laughed a little and before he can reply his phone is taken out of his hands and Tony’s stood in front of him reading through the messages. Tony then sighs, and puts Peter’s phone in his pocket. “Well, someone’s in trouble.” Tony says and looks directly at Peter. Okay, he’s pissed. “Why? I’m talking to a friend.” Peter says and shrugs his shoulders. “Well, your friend seems to think you’re gorgeous. And you’re going to be hanging out with him when you’re back?” Tony demands. “As friends! If you looked at those texts I even made sure myself. He knows I’m with someone!” Peter half shouts at him. “How’d you meet him?” Tony asks, and Peter doesn’t want to answer. There’s a few moments of silence before Tony’s stepping forward and asking him again. “How... did you... meet him?” “The party at the facility.” Peter says quietly and it clicks in Tony’s head. “The guy you danced with? The one you went outside with?” Tony cocks an eyebrow at him as he asks, ‘’The one you kissed?’’ Tony then brings his hands up to push his fingers through his hair, before running it down to his neck, and wrapping his hand around the back of it, drawing the boy close. “How did you know I went outside with him?” Peter asks. “You told me, remember?.” Tony replies. Oh fuck. Yeah, I did. Tony then presses a soft quick kiss to his lips, Tony biting his bottom lip as he pulls away. “He’s not even really a friend. This is the first time we’ve really spoke.” Peter tries to explain. “Yet he refuses to believe you’re sixteen, wants you and would happily come and save you from this boring party.” Tony says and Peter looks down. “I’m sorry. But, I wasn’t saying all that. I don’t want him.” Peter says quietly. “I want you.” “I know.” Tony says. “But, that doesn’t mean you’re not in trouble.” Peter looks up then, “Trouble how?” “You’ll find out.” Tony smirks and Peter whines. “You need to be reminded who you belong too.” Tony whispers to him as he leans his head down to nip at his neck. ————— “Ah, there’s the face I was hoping to see.” Peter and Tony turn around after they had made their way back to the lounge, Peter’s phone in his pocket and Peter wondering how Tony’s going to punish him. Because that’s what it sounds like is going to happen. “Chase.” Tony says simply, “You showed up a little late.” “Ah, I know. How are you doing, little one?” Chase asks Peter, taking a sip of his drink. Peter looks up at Tony whose face is expressionless. Only Daddy calls me that. “I’m okay.” Peter says back, not really wanting to talk to him, not after the conversation at Stark Industries where Tony wouldn’t actually tell him what he said, but whatever it was, it was enough for Tony to want him alone with the man. “Jesus, Tony. Release the kid. He doesn’t wanna be held on to. Let him walk about.” Chase laughs at him and Peter realises that Tony’s still got his hand on his back from when he was lead out of the kitchen. Tony laughs and little and drops his hand. “How are you enjoying the internship?” Peter smiles a little, “Loving it. It’s great.” “You sure Tony’s not boring you to death? I know I couldn’t be around him all the time.” Chase jokes, a grin stuck on his face as he talks to Peter. “Nope. Mr. Starks great to be around.” Peter replies. “God, he calls you Mr. Stark and everything, how cute.” Chase says and Tony gives him a short smile. Peter’s now beginning to feel uncomfortable, and uses the excuse he left his drink on the counter in the kitchen and Tony’s reluctant to let him go, but Peter promises he’ll be right back. Peter walks back into the kitchen and grabs his drink, taking a quick gulp of the water. Before twisting the cap on and turning around to walk out of the kitchen. He’s almost out the door when Chase appears. Peter just smiles and goes to walk out the door, but Chase puts his hand out onto the other side of the door frame blocking it. “How long has he been fucking you?” “Excuse me?” Peter asks, but knowing exactly what he’s talking about. “Come on, gorgeous. Don’t play with me. How long has Tony been fucking you?” Chase asks again and Peter just shakes his head. “He hasn’t. Mr. Stark would never-“ “Bullshit.” Chase says simply, a grin on his face. “You follow him around like a lost puppy. He can’t keep his hands off you. He wants you right by his side at all time. He brought you here to Malibu, apparently for the internship but, I don’t believe that.” “I don’t care what you believe. Mr. Stark would never do that.” Peter says, he’s not letting this fucker win, feeling his anger rise. “Ooh, you’re very cute when you’re getting all worked up.” Chase says and walks closer to Peter and Peter walks back before he’s stopped by a table that’s in the way. “I bet you look stunning while getting fucked.” Peter didn’t know what to do, he was frozen with fear as Chase step right up to him, and brought up his hand to run through his hair. “I bet that’s lovely to pull on.” Chase gave his hair a little tug and Peter closed his eyes. Don’t you dare cry . “I bet Tony loves ragging you all over. Is he the one who left those pretty bruises all over your neck?” Chase then brought his hand down to run his fingers down his neck. “I could fuck you better. Leave a lot more than a few bruises. You wouldn’t walk for days.” “Get. Away. From. Him.” Chase turned around, “Ah, Tony!” Peter uses that opportunity to push past Chase and run into Tony’s arms. Tony’s arms instantly going around him and an arm bent up against his back, so Tony can pet his hair. Peter hid his face in his chest and gripped his shirt, trying not to cry. Tony leant his head down, and whispered into his hair. “I’m here, baby. It’s okay. I’m here.” “Well, that proves what I already knew was true.” Chase smirks. “It proves nothing. You’ve just upset a teenager. Scared him. I’m simply taking care of him.” Tony spits at him, bringing his head back up, and Peter tries to curl closer to Tony. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” “Nothing more than what’s wrong with you. Except mines in my head since he’s already taken.” Chase throws back at him. “There’s nothing going on. I’m comforting a child you upset.” Tony snaps at him. “Okay, Tony. Sure. You comfort your little intern, because the conversation I heard, right here, in this kitchen, not half an hour ago, didn’t sound like a boss/employee relationship.” Chases says and Tony puts the puzzle together. He had heard Tony telling Peter off, saying he was in trouble, Peter saying he wants him, Tony saying he needed to be reminded who he belonged to. “I heard it, from your mouth, that he belongs to you.” “What do you want?” Tony asks. “A night...” Chase then points at Peter in Tony’s arms, “With your gorgeous little teen.” Do you wanna die? Because you’re gonna. “No way. Absolutely fucking not. You don’t come anywhere near him.” Tony snaps at him. “Share your toys, Tony. Wasn’t you ever taught that it was nice to share?” Chase taunts him and Tony basically growls. “You’re not having him.” Tony snarls at him and Chase laughs. “Have it your way. Let’s hope no one finds out about this.” Chase then is walking past them and Peter’s left shaking in Tony’s arms. “Nothing’s gonna happen. I won’t let it. I’ll think of something.” Tony says before Peter can say anything and Peter just nods. Nothing and no one is taking me away from you, and nothing and no one is taking you away from me.   --------   Peter spent the night wrapped in Tony’s arms, on the couch, the TV on but neither of them actually watching anything, until he finally fell asleep, Tony stroking his arms and kissing his hair, whispering promises that everything was going to be okay, and that he was going to sort this, that Peter was going nowhere. Peter tried his hardest to believe it, and just wanted to stay in his arms until it came to the moment he was forced to leave them. Peter woke up still in Tony’s arms, the older man fast asleep, and Peter just cuddled closer. As Peter shuffled to get closer, Tony woke up slowly, squeezing his arms around Peter. “Morning, baby.” Tony whispered to him. Peter just nodded, he didn’t wanna talk, he just wanted to held close. “Baby, you gotta talk to me. I swear, nothing is going to happen to us.”   “I’m scared.” Peter finally said quietly, and Tony sighed sympathetically at him, and leaned down to kiss his hair. Peter just melted into him, and Tony tightened his arms around him, keeping him as close as he can.   “I’m going into the office... at Stark Industries, I mean. I’m going to sort this. I want you to stay here, relax in the bath, eat, go in the pool, tinker in the lab, anything you wanna do.” Tony tells him and Peter shakes his head.   “I’ll go with you. I don’t wanna be alone.” Peter tells him.   “No, sweetheart. I don’t want you anywhere near him.” Tony replies.   “It’s fine. You’re going to be there. I’m coming with you.”   ————   “Call Chase into my office.” Tony says into the room as he walks towards the office, unbelievably holding Peter’s hand, not caring one bit, and Peter ignoring the looks that were thrown over to them. Tony opened the door, and guided Peter inside. “Sit over there, dear.” He said to Peter, letting go of his hand and walking over to his desk and sitting down in the chair.   Peter sat down in the seat he did before, looking over at Tony. “Was it a good idea holding my hand as we walked in here?”   “None of my employees will say anything. They can’t.” Tony says.   “So, that means Chase can’t, right?” Peter asks.   “They can’t say anything about what I do in this building. Chase caught us in my own home.” Tony explains. Just before Peter replies the door is swinging open and Chase is walking in, a smile on his face, as he shuts the door his eyes find Peter’s and his smile widens.   “Hello, beautiful.” Chase says and Peter can feel his skin crawl.   “Don’t talk to him. Don’t look at him.” Tony snarls towards him. “You’re here to talk to me.”   “Of course, Tony.” Chase says, making his way over to Tony’s desk, and then sitting in one of the seats in front of the desk. “What can I do for you?”   “I will give you, except for him, anything... in return for your silence.” Tony tells him.   “I want him.” Chase says.   “Not happening. Anything else. I’ll even give you my entire company.” Tony says and Peter’s eyes widen.   “Nope. Him.” Chase says again.   Tony slams his fist on the desk. “You’re not fucking having him.”   “That’s too bad. All I wanted was one night, Tony. Just the one.” Chase tells him.   “You’re not getting him for a fucking second.”   “Then, it’s a waiting game until I go to the press. Enjoy your time with him.” Chase then stands up, and turns and walks towards the door. Just before he leaves, he turns to Peter and reaches into his pocket and placed a folded piece of paper onto the table in front of him. “There’s my address. If you come to me within 48 hours, I’ll keep your little secret.’’   “Get the fuck out.” Tony snaps at him, and Chase let’s out a little chuckle as he opened and walked out the door, closing it behind him. Tony then got up out of his chair, and walked over to the Peter and quickly snatched the paper off the table, before Peter could reach out and grab it, putting it in his pocket.   “I’ll think of something. I will sort this. He’s not going to win.” Tony tells him and Peter just gives him a nod and small smile.   No, Tony. I’ll sort this. It’ll be okay. Just don’t hate me afterwards.   ————   Tony had fallen asleep next to Peter in bed, turned away and snoring lightly. Peter got up out of bed carefully, and then got dressed quietly and walked over to where Tony’s jacket was hung up, sliding his hand into the pocket and pulling out the piece of paper. Peter then crept quietly out the door, and waited on the other side for a few moments to make sure Tony didn’t wake up. Then he made his way to the front door, making sure to grab his phone and slide his shoes on, before unlocking the door as quietly as he could and slipping outside.   Peter sat on the steps to Tony’s mansion and quickly called for an Uber as quietly as he could. He sat waiting for what felt like hours until he car pulled into the drive. Peter got inside and his legged bounced in the back seat as the car made it’s way away from Tony’s and towards Chase’s. The car finally came to a stop, Peter paid the driver and got out. He stood on the pavement leading to Chase’s house, and took a deep breath, before walking towards the front door. Before Peter could knock, the door opened and Chase was stood in the doorway, shirtless and in a pair of black sweatpants. “You’ve made a good choice, beautiful.” Chase grinned at him.   “Let’s just get this over with.” Peter said and pushed passed him walking into the house, and Chase shutting the door. Peter then turned around to face him. “Tony doesn’t know I’m here. And he never needs to know I was. You get for me for tonight. I’ll do whatever you want. But, then you’ll keep your mouth shut about me and Tony.” Peter can’t figure out where the braveness came from.   “I promise, gorgeous.” Chase says and walks over to him, and reaches his hand out to unzip his hoodie, and push it off his shoulders and down off of him, and places it on the chair to the left of him. “I’ll take good care of you, I promise.”   “Just promise me that you won’t tell anyone. About this. About me and Tony.” Peter says and Chase just nods.   “Let’s get you undressed.” Chase says but Peter shakes his head.   “Take me to your room. I’ll get undressed myself.” Peter says and Chase leads him to his bedroom, Peter following behind.   Chase opens the door and lets Peter walk through, and walks over to the other side where a chair is, and starts to get undressed placing everything on the chair.   “Leave your underwear for me to take off. Lemme have something.” Chase says and Peter nods. When his jeans are off and placed on the chair, he walks over to Chase. Chase then reaches a hand out to trace every down his arms, his neck, his chest and stomach, his fingers running across the band of his underwear. Peter wants to throw up.   “Be a good boy and get on the bed for me.” Chase says and Peter does exactly that. In perfect sight of the camera of his phone peeking out the pocket of his jeans. Recording everything.   ————   “WHERE THE FUCK IS HE?!” Tony basically screams and Rhodey comes up to place his hands on Tony’s arms, trying to calm him down.   “You need to relax. We’ll find him. He won’t be far.” Rhodey says. “Did anything bad happen? While he’s been here? You two got into a fight?”   “No! Everything’s been perfect. We’ve been so happy.” Tony half lies. “Only thing that happened was Chase Summers.”   “What about him?” Pepper asks.   “He wants Peter. Caught us. Said he’d keep quiet about it all... If he got Peter for a night.” Tony’s says and Pepper sighs. “He was so scared. He cornered him in the kitchen. Said shit. Freaked him out.”   “Fucking asshole.” Pepper says. “I might not like the kid much, but that’s horrible. I’m so sorry, Tony.”   “I just need to find him. I need him safe.” Tony says, holding back his tears, and shaking a little.   “How long has he been gone?” Rhodey asks.   “Wasn’t here when I woke up at seven... called you not long after that... flight and drive takes almost seven hours... been sat here for two... so nearly ten hours. Probably more.” Tony days and sits down, letting his head drop into his hands.   “Have you tried call-“ Tony quickly snaps his head up, and cuts off Rhodey.   ”Of course I’ve tried to fucking call him!” Tony shouts and returns his head to his hands. Rhodey’s just about to speak when the door opens and Tony snaps his head up to see Peter walk in. Face drained of colour and not looking at anyone.   “Where have you been?” Tony asks brokenly. Peter doesn’t reply, just takes his shoes off and throws his phone onto the table in front of him. “WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN?” Tony shouts at him and makes Peter jump.   “Please don’t shout.” Peter says quietly and Tony instantly feels guilty. “I need a shower.” Peter says and starts to walk towards the stairs but Tony’s hand reaches out to grab his arm and Peter hisses, and tugs his arm away.   “Are you hurt? Why are you hurt?” Tony asks and reaches out to take Peter’s hoodie off but Peter steps back.   “I’m not. You just grabbed me a little hard.” Peter lies.   “I barely fucking touched you.” Tony says and stares a Peter. He soon notices the deep harsh bruises on his neck. One’s he didn’t leave. “Who did that?” Tony chokes out.   “Peter what happened to you? Where did you go?” Pepper asks.   “Oh, fuck off, Pepper. It’s none of your business.” Peter snaps at her.   “What have I told you? Don’t speak to people like that. She was fucking worried about you.” Tony throws at him and Peter just shrugs.   “Please, she probably was wishing I was gone so she could have her would-be husband back. Well, I’m still fucking here. And if it’s okay with you, Daddy, I’m going for a fucking shower.” Peter half shouts at Tony before disappearing up the stairs.   “Something’s happened to him.” Pepper says and Tony nods in agreement. Tony then walks over to where Peter left his phone and picks it up, unlocking it. He starts going through it, before finally opening up the gallery app on his phone and clicking on his most recent recording. A few minutes later, Tony’s dropping the phone and running over to the near by bin and throwing up. “Tony!” Pepper shouts and rushes over, leaning down and rubbing his back. Rhodey then walks over and picks the phone up, looking at the recording for a minute before locking the phone and groaning.   “What a stupid little shit.” Rhodey comments.   “What did he do?” Pepper asks them both.   “He slept with Chase. That’s where he was. He did what Chase wanted.”   ————   Tony walked into the bedroom just as Peter was getting dressed. His perfect skin covered with bruises, and scratches. “What did he do to you?” Tony near sobs out, and rushes over to him and pulls Peter in, locking his arms around him tight. Peter melts into him and starts to sob into his chest. “I’ll fucking kill him. I swear. I’ll kill him. He’s dead.” Tony grits out. “My poor baby. My gorgeous boy. I’m so sorry.” Tony soon finds himself, head leant down onto Peter’s and crying along with him.   Peter just clings to him and sobs, gasping and shaking. “I’m okay. I don’t know why I’m crying.” Peter says between sobs. “I’m fine. I promise.”   “No, baby. You’re not. And you’re not going to be. Why would you do that? Why would you go there?” Tony asks.   “For us. I didn’t want him to make us end.”   “We wouldn’t have, baby. We wouldn’t have. I would of sorted it. Why didn’t you let me take care of it?” Tony begs him.   Peter ignores the questions. “I’m sorry for how I was with Pepper. I didn’t mean it.”   “Shh, sweetheart. I know.” Tony says and lightly rocks him in his arms. “Come on. You need sleep. Get in bed.” Peter nods and moves out of Tony’s arms and climbs into bed, getting under the covers. Tony pulls the blinds down and shuts the curtains, making the room dark.   “Please stay with me.” Peter begs in a small voice and Tony walks to bed and gets in, pulling Peter close.   “I’m never leaving your side again.”   ------   Peter spends the next three days in bed, only getting up to go to the bathroom and to shower, Tony stays with him for the most part, only leaving to cook Peter food and bring him drinks. “Baby, why don’t you let me take you out? Take you shopping? You can get anything you want. Or, we could just drive around, or go out to eat.” Tony asks him and Peter just shakes his head. “Baby, please.” Tony begs him.   “You ask this at least three times a day. You’re not gonna stop until I let you take me somewhere, are you?” Peter asks and turns his head to look up at them. Tony gives him a small smile and shakes his head. “Take me shopping.” Tony lights up and gets out of bed, walking over to the wardrobe, and pulling out clothes for both him and Peter.   Tony quickly gets himself dressed before calling Peter to come over. Peter gets out of bed and walks to Tony. Tony picks up the shirt, “Arms up.”   “I can dress myself, Tony.” Peter replies and reaches out to grab the shirt, but Tony pulls his arms back, holding the shirt out of reach.   “I wanna do it. Let Daddy help.” Tony says and Peter smiles and nods, raising his arms and Tony slips on the shirt. “Sit down.” Peter sits back on the edge of the bed, and lets Tony pull off his underwear and slip on a new pair, before sliding his jeans on. Peter then stands up for Tony to pull them the rest of the way up and button them up.   “I want an Xbox. You don’t have one at your place. This place I mean.” Peter says quietly and Tony smiles.   “Then I’ll get you one.” Tony replies simply.   “I don’t like my phone anymore.” Peter says.   “We just got it.” Tony says.   “I want an iPhone instead.” Peter replies.   “If you’re trying to put me off taking you out... it’s not working.” Tony says and Peter pouts a little.   “I just wanna stay in bed.”   ————   Tony hauls all the bags inside while Peter just walks in, a drink in one hand and his new phone in the other. “You look tired.” Peter smirks at him.   “Well, my little baby just had be shopping for nearly five hours and I had to carry all the bags inside because he’s too stubborn to pick anything up” Tony jokes with him and Peter smiles.   “I am holding stuff. I helped.” Peter jokes back and walks over to the couch to sit down. “This is the part where you swear you’re never taking me shopping again.”   “Nah. I’m taking you shopping all the time.” Tony smirks and Peter groans.   “I only did this so you wouldn’t ever again. You like I like you spending money on me?” Peter sighs and puts the new boxed phone on the table, along with his drink.   “I like spending money on you. I like spoiling you. And I’m always going too. So, get used to it.” Tony says and walks over to sit next to him.   “How...” Peter starts, not knowing if he even wants to talk about it. “How did you find out where I went? That I went to him?”   “Video on your phone.” Tony says, his mood dampening and his voice waving a little.   “How much did you watch?” Peter asks, not even wanting to know really.   “First few minutes.”   “Okay. Good. Never watch the full thing.” Peter says quickly.   “Why?” Tony asks, and pulls Peter close to him.   “Just don’t. Why would you want to?” Peter says quietly.   “When I have the stomach strength, I’m going too. I need to know what he did. Need to know exactly what I’m gonna kill him for.” Tony tells him.   “You don’t need to kill him, Tony.”   “He hurt you.” Tony says simply.   “And I liked it.” Peter whispers, and Tony’s not sure if he heard him correctly.   “What did you say?” Tony asks, his voice full of sadness.   “You heard me. Don’t make me repeat myself.” Peter begs and Tony moves from him and stands up, his hands going over his face. “Please don’t hate me.”   Tony drops his hands and kneels in front of Peter, “I’d never hate you, baby. Never. It’s okay.”   “How is it okay? He hit me, he hit me, he scratched and bit me, and I enjoyed it.” Peter says, tears threatening to leave his eyes. “I basically fucking cheated on you. Why aren’t you mad? Why don’t you hate me?”   “Because you didn’t cheat. Because I don’t want to hate you. Even though it was stupid, you did it for a reason. And you’re a sixteen year old, you’d enjoy anything if it rubbed you the right way.” Tony says and Peter just cries. Tony pulls Peter down onto the floor with him and holds him close. “Why did you record it? That’s what I can’t understand.”   “In case he didn’t keep to his word. Then whatever he says... we can use the video against him.” Peter explains and Tony just nods.   ————   Tony lays Peter on the couch after he fell asleep in his arms and places a blanket over him. Tony then makes his was to the kitchen, deciding between a cup of coffee or a glass of whisky. Whisky won. He sits down at the table, drink in hand, when his phone rings.   “Natasha, what can I do for you?” Tony says when he answers.   “Bruce is home.” Is all she says and Tony sighs.   “We’ll come back. See you tonight.” Tony replies and hangs up the phone. Finishing the glass before walking back to the lounge to wake up Peter.   “Time to go home, baby.” Chapter End Notes luv 2 u all. comments keep me going ***** Would your heart know if I met you in a brand new set of Bones? ***** Chapter Summary “Oh really?” Tony says, “Right.” Before anyone can say or do anything Tony’s across the room, and Wades on the floor, Tony above him and slamming his fist into the side of his face. “Tony! Stop!” Peter shouts and leans down to pull Tony off, but Wade hits him back and Tony shrugs him off, holding Wades hand down and hitting him again. Chapter Notes Third chapter tonight! I'm doing well, I think! See the end of the chapter for more notes Tony walks into the facility a little after nine, guiding Peter by holding his hand, their fingers intertwined, not wanting him to ever be too far from him again. Tony isn’t surprised at the looks he gets, apart from Natasha’s, Pepper’s and Rhodey’s who smile at them, and Peter lets go of Tony’s hand to walk over to Pepper and hug her, he can just hear the apology he’s giving her and smiles at how Pepper wraps her arms around him and tells him it’s okay and Rhodey rubs his back, asking him how he’s doing.   “Something went down over there.” Natasha states and Tony just nods as he sits down in a vacant seat.   “Ask questions later.” Tony just says, and looks up at Bruce, and grins. “Where you been, big green?”   “Why was you holdi-“ Bruce starts, but Tony cuts him off, still a smile on his face.   “Questions later.” Tony says again, and Bruce just nods, and explains everything that happened, how he ended up on a planet stuck as the hulk, everything that happened with Thor and how he finally made his way back. “So, where’s Thor?”   “Right here, old friend.” Thor says and a hand comes down on Tony shoulder and Tony looks up and smiles.   “Good to have you back.” Tony says and Peter walks over to him, and settles in his lap, Tony’s arms instantly going around him and pulling him close.   “I knew you was lying to me. I fucking knew it.” Steve said from across the room.   “I’m sorry.” Peter says quietly.   “Not angry at you, kid. Angry at the adult that’s got his arms around you. Jesus fucking Christ, Tony.” Steve half shouts.   “Ooh, language, Cap. Innocent ears in the room.” Tony jokes and Peter taps his arm.   “Stop it.” Peter scolds him, and Tony just smiles.   “I guess questions should start.” Tony says, waiting for whoever speaks first.   “How long has this been going on?” Steve asks.   “Few weeks.” Tony says.   “He says no, but... I was relentless apparently.” Peter says and Tony laughs a little.   “How old is he?” Bruce asks.   “I’m sixteen. Seventeen in 2 months.” Peter tells him.   “Really, Tony? Really?” Bruce asks.   “If any of you wanna give me the speech about how I could end up in serious shit... save it. Because I’m happy. Peter’s happy. He’s not stupid. I’m not either. We’re happy.” Tony tells everyone.   “We know, Tony.” Pepper says.   “I’m glad you’re happy, Tony.” Thor says and Tony just throws him a smile.   “And you’re okay with this?” Bruce asks Pepper.   “I wasn’t, at first. Because he was a little shit.” Pepper says looking at Peter and Peter smiles at her.   “I’m sorry.” Peter says again.   “It’s fine, honey. In the past.” Pepper tells him.   “I’m happy for you. Tasha already told me.” Bucky says and Tony throws a smile over to him.   “I don’t really care.” Clint says. “Kid is as smart as you. Whatever you guys want.”   “Thank you.” Peter says before Tony can.   “But... I will protect a sixteen year old over you. So... do anything wrong and you’re dead.” Clint says and smiles at Tony.   “Understood.” Tony says simply.   “You generally wanted a guy that’s almost 50?” Bruce asks Peter and Peter just nods.   “He’s treating you right? Taking care of you?” Bruce asks and Peter nods.   “Amazingly.” Peter replies simply. “Are you guys gonna tell anyone about us?” There’s a murmurs of no’s and of course not’s going around the room.   “I’m sorry this is wrong. This is so wrong.” Steve says. “You can’t all be okay with this?”   “Steve, please...” Peter says.   “No, Peter. This is wrong. What he’s doing is wrong.” Steve tells him.   “Shut the fuck up, Steve. They’re happy.” Bucky half shouts at them. “Pete isn’t an idiot.”   “God, if I knew coming back was gonna end up with him shouting at us then we should have stayed in Malibu. I’ve been through enough shit. I don’t need someone who doesn’t have a clue about us giving us shit.” Peter tells Tony and gets up, walking out of the room.   “What shit? What happened in Malibu?” Natasha said, confused. Tony sighed before explaining what had happened, and when he was done he was near crying.   The room was silent for a few minutes, until Natasha spoke up. “We’re killing him, right?” Tony shook his head. “Why not? He can’t get away with that!”   “Peter doesn’t want me too.” Tony says.   “I’m sorry.” Steve says and Tony just gives him a small smile.   ———   Tony walks to his room, and finds Peter sat on the bed, knee’s brought up to his chest, arms wrapped around them and his head leaning on his knees. “Hey, baby.” Tony said softly but Peter didn’t look up. Tony sighed and walked over to the bed. “Hey, come on now.” Peter finally looked up, his eyes red from crying. “Oh, sweetheart.” Tony says sympathetically before getting on the bed, sitting in front of him.   “Steve’s a dick.” Peter pouts and Tony let out a little laugh.   “I know, baby. But, he came round.” Tony tells him and Peter nods.   “Good.” Peter replies, and glances at the clock.  “I don’t wanna go home.”   “I don’t want you to either. But you have too. Only a few days. I’ll see you Friday. I’ll pick you up from school myself.” Tony says.   “We didn’t even have all the time we was meant to in Malibu.” Peter whines and Tony smiles.   “There’s going to be more time in Malibu, baby. You wait till I take you Vegas, you’ll be in love.” Tony says and Peter’s eyes light up.   “No point until I’m 21, though.” Peter says.   “Nah, you can still go. There’s other things to do.” Tony tells him.   “No, the first time I go to Vegas, I want to get absolutely shitfaced with all my friends and not remember the night.” Peter laughs at him.   “Then I guess when we go, I’ll have to throw a party and turn a blind eye to any drinking you guys do.” Tony smirks.   “Wait, so if we go to Vegas like, in a few weeks, you’d let my friends come with?” Peter asks.   “Whatever you want, baby.”   “You have no idea what you’ve just done.” Peter grins. “What if I wanted to have a small, like, gathering here? With drinks and music and friends...”   “Whatever you want, baby.” Tony repeats, a smile on his face.   “I want a car.” Peter says.   “Then we’ll get you a car.”   “I want three cars.” Peter pushes.   “Then we better go shopping.” Tony smiles at him.   ”I want my own mansion.” Peter pushes again.   ”Then I’ll find you one.”   “Tony, you can’t do that!” Peter laughs.   “Baby, you ask, you get.” Tony tells him and Peter smiles.   Tony just about to lean forward to give Peter a small kiss but is interrupted by a knock at the door and it opening and Steve stepping inside. “We’ve gotta go. We’ve been called to assist with some sort of attack. They were extremely vague and we all don’t need to go. So, I figure me, you, Bucky and Rhodey would go.” Steve says.   “Alright.” Tony says simply and stands up.   “I can help.” Peter says to them both and Tony shakes his head.   “No way. You’re going home. You have school tomorrow.” Tony says. “I’ll call Happy to come and get you and take you back.”   Peter whines, “Come on, let me help!”   “Sweetheart, no.” Tony says.   “Be careful.” Peter tells him and Tony smiles.   “I always am.”   -------   Tony walked to his room not long being back after the mission, it had been successful but Tony had ended up with a few bruises in the outcome of it. Tony sighed and looked over at his bed, desperately wishing that Peter was already laid there, waiting for him to come home.   Tony took out his phone and called Peter, hoping that he was still awake. Peter finally answered after what felt like forever to Tony, so happy to hear his voice.   “Hi, Daddy. I take it your home.” Peter said quietly, obviously not wanting his aunt to accidentally hear him.   “Hello, baby. Yeah, I’m home.” Tony replied, walking over to the bed and sitting down on the edge. “How’s your night been?”   “Boring. Just watched TV with Aunt May, and had an hour on the xbox with MJ and Ned. Then got into bed and waited for you to call or text me.” Peter replied and Tony smiled. “I miss you already. I’m not used to sleeping alone.”   “Me neither, baby. Me neither. I need you to try and get some sleep, okay? Two days at school and you’ll be back here before you know it. You can call or text me at anytime, you know that. I’m always here.” Tony tells him.   “I know, Daddy. I’m gonna go then. You try and sleep too.” Peter says.   “I will. Goodnight, sweetheart.”   “Night, Daddy.” Peter replies and then ends the call.   I want you by my side forever.   ———   “I still can’t believe you went to Malibu.” Ned says while walking through the halls with Peter, and Michelle.   “Yeah, me neither. It was good.” Peter shrugs, with a slight smile.   For the most part.   “What was the Stark Industries Headquarters like?” Michelle asks.   “Huge. Labs everywhere. Lots of people.” Peter comments.   “What’s up with you? You went to Malibu and you barely wanna talk about it.” Michelle asks and Peter just keeps the smile on his face.   “Can you two keep a secret?” Peter starts.   “You know we can.” Ned replies.   “Alright, come in here.” Peter opens the door to an empty classroom. “He’s gonna kill me for telling you. When you come over for game nights you have to act normal. Like you know nothing. I mean it. You act off or weird and he’s gonna know and it’s going to fuck this up for me.” Peter explains.   “Woah. What’s going on?” Michelle asks, concerned and intrigued.   “You know I said I was talking to a guy online?” Peter starts.   Tony got to tell his friends. You can tell yours .   “Yeah, the Daddy guy.” Michelle remembers and Ned just nods for Peter to carry on.   “Well, there is no online guy...” Peter starts, and Michelle and Ned keep looking at him waiting for him to finish. “...But, there is Tony.”   “Tony? As in Tony Stark? Iron-Man? Your boss? 49 year old Tony Stark? Old enough to be your father Tony Stark?” Michelle bombards him.   “Yes. Fuck! Tony Stark. I’m with Tony Stark. Like, relationship, and everything.” Peter admits and Ned just stands there, his mouth hanging open.   “I can’t believe this. I really can’t. Peter you can get him in trouble!” Michelle tells him and Peter sighs.   “I know. I know. He said no but I kept pushing. And then he said no to doing anything and...” Peter smirks a little, “Well, I got my way with that too.”   Ned groans, “I’m never gonna get this image out my head.”   Peter laughs and Michelle gives a little laugh too.   “You walk away if anything starts to go wrong. Do not get him in trouble.” Michelle says and Peter nods.   “I won’t let anything bad happen to him. I never want to see him hurt.” Peter replies.   ———   “I miss you so much, my little one.” Tony’s voice’s flows through the phone, and Peter whines, hand wrapped around his cock, stroking fast. ''You're doing so well. Being so good, baby.''   “Daddy, I miss you too. I wish you was here.” Peter moans out, his phone on loudspeaker and next to his head on the pillow.   “I wish I was too, baby. You’re going to fast, slow it down, baby. I can hear it. Slow down. Do it slow for me. Stroke that gorgeous cock nice and slow.” Tony tells him and Peter does as he says, hand moving slower, and moaning loudly. Peter thankful that his aunt was working a night shift.   “You’re so good for me, sweetheart. So good for Daddy. You make me so fucking hard.” Tony moans at him, and Peter whines again.   “I want you here. I want you to be doing this.” Peter moans out and Tony lets out a little laugh.   “I know, baby. I wanna be doing it too.” Tony replies and Peter doesn’t know how much more he can take, he’s so close but knows Tony won’t let him come yet.   “Please, Daddy. Please. Please, let me come. I wanna come. Please. Please.” Peter begs and Tony chuckles.   “Not yet, baby. You wait to be told. I might make you wait until you see me next.” Tony replies and Peter moans, gripping himself harder and speeding his hands up a bit.   “Stop. Stop, baby.”   Peter whines, and stops moving his hand. “What? Why? No, Daddy, please, please.”   “I’ve made my mind up. You don’t come unless it’s on my cock. You’ll wait until Friday.” Tony says and Peter can’t do nothing but whine and beg. “None of that. You stop that. Be good for me, baby. Like you always are. Be good for Daddy.”   “You’re still carrying on, Daddy. Why can’t I?” Peter whines again and Tony just moans in return, ignoring his question.   “Tell Daddy how much you love him. Tell me, baby.” Tony moans out.   “I love you so much, I really do. I can’t stop thinking about you. I love you, Daddy.” Peter tells him, ‘’I’ll always love you, and only you. I love you, Daddy’’ Peter hears Tony let out a long deep moan and he breathes hard as he comes.   “You’re so perfect, sweetheart. I gotta go. You did so good, I’m so proud. And you need to sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow, baby.” Tony says and Peter’s a little hurt that Tony didn’t say anything back.   “Bye, Tony.” Peter says and ends the call.   He’ll never say it back.   ———   “Make sure you act normal tonight. We’ve got all night, and you can stay over. They had a successful mission so they throw a little get together, just everyone at the facility kinda talks, and drinks and there’s music but we get the the TV, but we kinda have to behave.” Peter tells Michelle.   “Wade asked about you.” Michelle tells Peter and Peter just groans.   “He won’t leave me alone. I keep telling him I’m with someone and he just keeps trying.” Peter says and Michelle smiles.   “Maybe you should give it a go. I mean... He wouldn’t get into trouble, and you can be like a normal couple. Not... have to hide and stuff.” Michelle says and Peter scoffs.   “I’m not leaving him. I’m not. No way. I’m his. Not happening.” Peter says quietly and quickly.   “Just... lemme invite him. Just hang out. I’ll tell him that he can’t be nothing more than friends with you and if he tries anything I’ll get him to leave.” Michelle says. “He’s a really nice guy.”   “I know he is. He seems nice. But, he keeps trying to get with me and it’s annoying.” Peter sighs. “Make sure you’re all there for 8, alright?”   ——— Peter walks out the doors and he’s so happy to see Tony standing, arms folded, leaning against the car and grinning as soon as he saw Peter. Peter bolts down the steps, students looking as he practically runs over to Tony.   “I can’t wait until the moment I can kiss you and wrap you up when you walk out those doors, and make everyone’s mouths drop.” Tony tells him quietly when Peter was finally close enough.   “I just wanna jump in your arms.” Peter confesses and Tony smiles.   “You can do as soon as we get back to the facility.” Tony replies and Peter grins. “Come on, get in.” Peter rushes to get into the car and Tony laughs and walks to get in himself.   Tony pulls out of the school and places his hand on Peter’s thigh, the same place he always puts his hand whenever he drives with Peter in the car. “Your friends coming over tonight?”   “Yeah... and Wade. Michelle invited him.” Peter tells him quietly and slowly looks at Tony. Tony’s hand grips his leg a little tighter.   “Remember who you belong to.” Tony reminds him simply.   “Always you, Daddy. I’ll always belong to you.”   ———   MJ - 7:49pm. We’re here!   Peter walks to the door and opens it. Ned, Michelle and Wade standing there and Peter smiles.   “Hey guys! This way.” Peter says and lets them walk inside before shutting the door and guiding them to the lounge.   “How you been?” Wade asks as they walked. “You haven’t texted me back for a few days.”   “I’ve been good, and busy. Haven’t really talked to anyone.” Peter says, not really wanting to have this conversation at all. “We got like an hour before the little... whatever it is starts and then we kinda gotta be quiet. No annoying Avengers.” Peter says as he finishes talking and pointing at Ned who holds his hands up.   They walk into the lounge, everyone putting their bags in the corner, and Peter walks over to the TV to switch it on and bends down to turn the xbox on, grabbing all the controllers and putting them on the table.   “Hello, everyone.” Tony says, taking off his glasses as he walks through the lounge. Peter looks up and smiles. “Peter explained about tonight?” Tony smiles when everyone nods, his eyes focusing on Wade who was stood a little too close to Peter. “Great. Have fun, kids.”   Tony then starts to walk, before turning around. “I won’t notice if a few bottles of beer go missing.” Tony winks before leaving the room.   “Dude! Yes!” Michelle says as she gets up and runs to the kitchen. Peter laughs and grabs a controller and sits down on the couch, looking through games. Michelle comes back and places four beers on the table. “What we starting with?”   “COD. I wanna kick your ass on World War 2.” Ned says and Peter laughs again, and watches as Wade sits next to him, and Michelle sits on a chair one side and Ned on the other side on a chair.   ———   Tony starts welcoming guests, and people from the facility, his glass attached to his hand as always. “Ignore the teenagers, my intern spends his weekends here.” Tony then stands behind the couch, watching the TV as it’s split into four, as they all play.   “It’s fine, we’ll ignore you too.” Peter jokes, tilting his head back to look at Tony and Michelle laughs.   “Ooh, you get mouthy when you’ve had a drink.” Tony jokes back. Peter then looks back at the TV and knocks Wade’s controller out his hands and laughs.   “You little fuck.” Wade laughs and brings his arms around Peter to tickle Peter’s aides who squeals for him to stop. Tony’s pretty sure he’s gonna kill him. Tony watches as Peter shoves him away, laughing and Wade picks his controller back up.   “We should play Mario Kart after this.” Peter says.   “Michelle cheats.” Tony says and sips from his glass, looking over at Michelle who feigns being shocked.   “I do not!” Michelle protest laughing. Tony laughs back and walks to start talking to guests.   “I’ll go get us all a drink.” Peter laughs when the game ends and gets up and walks to the kitchen. He pulls four beers from the fridge and feels two hands come around his waist and mouth kiss his neck.   “Tony, quit it! You know we can’t do this with people here.” Peter grins and turns around and his smile quickly fades.   “Sorry. Not Tony.” Wade says and takes his arms from around Peter and walks back from him. “Really?” Peter just places the bottles on the counter and shuts the fridge, not wanting to talk. “Seriously?” Wade tries again.   Peter’s just about to speak,to try and tell him a lie when Tony walks into the kitchen. “Hello, boys.”   “Hi.” Peter says and Wade just keeps his eyes on Peter before sighing.   “Suppose I’ll let you have some secret time with your...” Wade then looks at Tony. “Extremely older boyfriend.”   Tony laughs, “You’ve got it extremely wrong.” Tony places his glass on the table, and smirks at Wade. “I’m his Daddy.”   “Oh my God, kill me.” Peter whines and covers his face with his hands. “How drunk are you right now?” Peter asks Tony, not taking his hands off his face.   “Not at all. I’ve had one.” Tony says, his eyes on Wade.   “You’re sick.” Wade said to Tony.   “Oh, please. He came to me. I said no... he’s an insistent little shit.” Tony replies and smiles. “Can only resist for so long. And Peter knows what he’s doing. You’re just upset that he doesn’t want you.”   “Please don’t tell anyone.” Peter says to Wade, his hands now by his side. “You was right. Everyone finds out.” Peter said, this time to Tony.   “Of course they do!” Wade half shouts. “How long did you really think this could be kept a secret?”   “I don’t know! I don’t... I don’t know.” Peter says, giving up.   “Yeah, don’t shout at him.” Tony says, and Peter knows that tone. Wade’s treading on dangerous grounds. Steve walks in at that point.   “What’s going on?” Steve asks and looks at Peter. “You okay, Pete?”   Peter nods. “Fine. Tony’s being weird.”   “Okay, I’m being weird? You invited a guy who’s been trying to take you from me. He follows you in here. He finds out... How did he find out?” Tony asks.   “Erm...” Peter starts but Wade cuts him off.   “He was facing away, took that as an opportunity...”   Don’t. Don’t. Don’t.   “To wrap my arms around him and...”   Fuck. Stop. He’s pissed. Stop.   “And kiss his neck, and he thought I was you.” Wade finished. Peter keeps his eyes on Tony and Tony smirks.   “Oh really?” Tony says, “Right.” Before anyone can say or do anything Tony’s across the room, and Wades on the floor, Tony above him and slamming his fist into the side of his face.   “Tony! Stop!” Peter shouts and leans down to pull Tony off, but Wade hits him back and Tony shrugs him off, holding Wades hand down and hitting him again. “Steve! Pull him off! Do something before someone else comes in here.”   Steve walks over and pulls Tony off and Wade quickly gets up and starts to walk over to Tony. Peter quickly gets in front of him, hands on his chest. “Stop.”   “Are you fucking kidding me? He’s just fucking attacked me.” Wade half shouts and walks backwards to lean against the counter, his nose and mouth bloody. Peter walks over and puts his hands on his face lightly. “I’m fine.” Wade tells him, and Peter turns to look at Tony.   “Are you fucking insane?!” Peter shouts at Tony. “Clean yourself up and go back out there.”   “Oh yeah, make sure he’s okay.” Tony says sarcastically as Steve makes him leave the kitchen, closing the door behind them. Peter then turns back around.   “I’m so sorry.” Peter says, not really knowing what else to say.   “I think I’m gonna leave.” Wade says. “Come with me.”   “What? No.” Peter replies and steps back a little.   “You can’t stay here with him.” Wade half shouts.   “I want to.” Peter says and looks down. “He just a little protective lately.”   “Why?” Wade asks and Peter sighs.   “Basically in Malibu, this guy found out about us, wanted me for a night in return for his silence, Tony said no, he tried to offer something else, anything else, he said no, wanted me, I snuck out middle of the night and slept with him. He basically beat me while he fucked me.” Peter explained quickly and Wade’s faced softened. “Why would you do that?” Wade asks.   “I won’t get in trouble for this. Tony will. And that’s not fair when I was the one who asked. Who pushed. He’s not doing anything I don’t want him to do.” Peter tells him and Wade sighs.   “Alright.” He says simply.   “So, you won’t tell anyone?” Peter asks quietly.   “No. I won’t.” Wade says. “But for you. Not him. He can fuck himself.” Peter laughs a little. “And Daddy? You really call him Daddy?” Peter nods, blushing a little. “Jesus fucking Christ.”   Wade cleans himself up, thankfully not looking too battered so hopefully no one will notice. Peter grabs the beers and walks back into the lounge and sits down after he passes the beers out, and sits down, Wade sitting next to him.   “Thought you was leaving?” Peter asks quietly and Wade just shakes his head, taking a drink from the bottle.   “I wanna piss him off for a little bit.” Wade says back and Peter laughs.   “You really think that’s a good idea?”   Wade shrugs. “He hits like a girl.’’ Peter just laughs because he knows that isn’t true at all.   ————   Wade leaves a little after midnight, Peter making sure he was okay to drive and Wade reassuring that two beers wasn’t gonna do anything to him and that he’ll be fine. Peter smiles and lets him go.   “You guys wanna carry on or do you want me to show you to your rooms? If you wanna see me train you gotta be up and at my room for 9:30. Steve’s letting me train a little later because of the party.” Peter asks and Michelle and Ned yawn.   “Nah, we’ll go to bed, dude.” Ned says and Peter nods.   ————   Peter heads to Tony’s room, knowing he was still in the lounge, drinking and chatting away with everyone. Peter gets undressed and climbs into bed, and decides he won’t even wait for Tony, he’ll just sleep.   Peter’s woken by a soft shake, and opens his eyes to find Tony perched on the bed, looking down at him. “I’m angry at you.” Peter says. Tony gives him a small smile.   “I know.” Is all he says.   “You’re a fucking idiot.” Peter tells him.   “I know.” Tony repeats.   “Like, so fucking stupid.” Peter says, sitting up.   “Baby, I know. I’m sorry. He said he touched you and I just... Fuck. I don’t want any other guy touching you ever again. I swear to God, the next one who does is dead.” Tony says and Peter smiles.   “No, they’re not. You need to stop being like this.” Peter says and Tony groans.   “Tell me you don’t wanna kill every woman who simply touches my arm, or laughs too long at my jokes, or flirts, or even just looks at me for a little too long.” Tony says and Peter smirks.   “Shut up.” Peter laughs at him and Tony grins. “I love you.”   “I know, baby.” Tony says and brings his hand up to run through Peter’s hair and Peter’s smile fades.   “Will you ever say it back?” Peter asks quietly.   Tony laughs, “What kind of question is that?”   “One you just answered.” Peter says and gets out of bed, pulling his clothes on.   “Where you going?” Tony demands and Peter doesn’t say anything, just walks towards the door and leaves.   He’s never going to say it back.   ---------   Peter walks Michelle and Ned to the door after training with Steve, them rambling about how good Peter was and that he’s going to be an awesome Avenger. Peter doesn’t say anything, simply tells them he’ll see them Monday, and closes the door once they get into Happy’s car. Peter sighs and just heads to his room, not wanting a chance to run into Tony, not after he just left and said nothing.   Peter almost made it to his room when Tony grabs his arm and pulls him around. “Baby, where you been? You’ve been avoiding me all day.”   “I’ve been training. I need a shower.” Peter makes an attempt to move out of his grasp but Tony holds him tight.   “Come to the lab straight after.” Tony instructs and Peter just nods, and Tony lets him go.   ———-------   Peter steps into the lab, and walks over to Tony who was sitting on the couch, clearly just waiting for Peter to come to him. Peter sits down next to him.   “Baby, what’s going on?” Tony asks, and Peter just sighs.   “It’s nothing. I’m a teenager. I get moody sometimes.” Peter knows Tony won’t buy it for one second.   “Don’t give me that bullshit!” Tony groans at him.   “It’s the truth!” Peter replies.   “Don’t. Just don’t.” Tony says. “Is it because I didn’t say it back?”   “Of course it fucking is! You literally got off on me telling you I loved you and you didn’t say it back. The only thing you love is the fact I worship the fucking ground you walk on and all I am to you is something you can fuck when you get bored!” Peter shouts at him.   “Not you’re not! Why would you even say that? You know I care about you? You think I would of took you to Malibu if all you was to me was a decent fuck? Would I spend money on you? Let you have your friends over? Literally beat up a guy because he touched you? You think I don’t care? Really?” Tony shouts back, standing up and looking down at him.   “Don’t pull that bullshit with me. You could easily do any of that with anyone. Like you said, I’m a decent fuck. Probably the best you’ve had and gonna get. Because I literally would let you do anything. The difference is that I love you. I want to be with you. A proper relationship.” Peter says, and Tony runs and hand over his face.   “You drive me fucking insane. This is a relationship. You know that. I ended my relationship with my fucking fiancé for you. I’m risking going to jail for you. I’m happy commuting a crime every time I touch you, because then at least I get too. Because I couldn’t wait anymore. I haven’t been able to get you out of my head since I saw you for the first time.” Tony replies. “Peter, be real for a second, we’ve been together just over a month, and you really expect me to be in love with you? Because that’s not realistic!”   “Not realistic. Right. Will you ever be?” Peter asks.   “I don’t know. I can’t answer that.”   “You just did. You honestly just did. Forget all this. I’m done.” Peter then stands up to walk out the lab but Tony stops him, his hands on the tops of Peter’s arms.   “Don’t walk out on me.” Tony says.   “Why would I stay? When you don’t even know if you’ll ever love me? What’s the point in that? When I know I can go find someone who will love me.” Peter throws at him.   “What? Like Wade? A college boy who has no idea how to deal with someone like you? You think he’ll treat you the way I do?” Tony demands, raising his voice again.   “I don’t fucking want Wade! I want you! But you don’t want me in the same way!” Peter shouts back at him.   “Yes I do!” Tony shouts and Peter shakes his head because the conversation is just going around in circles.   “No. You don’t.”   “Stop arguing with me.” Tony tells him.   “Why should I?”   “Because I fucking love you, you little fucking bastard.” Tony shouts at him, and Peter just looks at him.   “Why didn’t you just say that? Why play games like that?” Peter asks quietly.   “Because I don’t want to be in love with a sixteen year old. I’m fifty this year. And I’ve fallen for a sixteen year old boy. I’m fucking sick.”   “No, you’re not. You’re not. You’d be sick if I didn’t want this. But I do want this. I pushed for this.” Peter says, and brings his hands up to rest on Tony’s chest when Tony’s grip loosens on his arms. Tony just shakes his head.   “You drive me insane.” Tony groans at him.   “I know. I’m sorry.” Peter says, and Tony just smiles.   ———---------   Peter and Tony calmed themselves down, and decided to get some work done. Peter playing music on his phone as he continued to work on his webbing, feeling as if he was getting closer to being stronger and designing a new shooter to hopefully hold more so he doesn’t run out in desperate times, and Tony working away on a new suit.   “ Cross_my_die,_to_my_lover_I’d_never_lie,_he_said_‘be_true’,_I_swear_‘I’ll try’._In_the_end,_it’s_him_and_I._He’s_out_his_head,_I’m_out_my_mind,_we’ve_got that_love,_the_crazy_kind._I_am_his,_and_he_is_mine,_in_the_end_it’s_him_and_I, him_and_I_. ” Peter sings along and Tony doesn’t take his eyes of him the entire time, a smile on his face, Peter soon goes quiet, his head nodding to the beat a little, and sketching away.   “Just... You have to sing everything from now on.” Tony says and Peter looks up at him and grins. “I’m serious. Where did you get that voice?”   “My mom could sing apparently, Aunt May says I get it from her. I can remember little lullabies and little snippets but not much, I was pretty young when they passed.” Peter explains and Tony sets his tool down and walks over to Peter and leans down to wrap his arms around him, Peter leaning his head back into Tony’s shoulder.   “I’m sorry, baby.” Tony says and Peter just shrugs.   “It doesn’t get to me. I can barely remember them. Better that way I suppose.” Peter says and Tony just hums in agreement. Tony then stands back up and goes back to working on his suit and Peter going back to sketching.   I want you by my side forever.   ------------   One_Month_Later_-_Friday_.   “3 weeks until I’m seventeen!” Peter announces as he walks into the lab. The past month had been great for Peter. As great as they could be when he was dealing with random breakdowns and nightmares. Tony had cared for him any time he got a nightmare over Chase, any time he randomly broke down, picked him up from school when he couldn’t take it anymore, kept him close and loved him. Peter never thought that it would affect him this way, he knew what he was doing, he enjoyed it, he shouldn’t be breaking down this way. But, when he did, Tony was always there. Held him close and made him feel safe whenever Peter would push for them to have sex, and it ended up in tears and apologies. Tony wiped every tear, and told him he didn’t need to be sorry every time he said it. The only time they’d managed to do anything remotely sexual was the phone call that ended up leading to an argument and Tony confessing that he did in fact love Peter.   Thing’s got a lot better during the past week. Peter was finally able to lay down and enjoy being with Tony, as if nothing had happened, and Tony would keep him close and tell him how good he was, and how proud he was. That he wasn’t going anywhere, and that he loved him. Peter’s mood was finally lifting, a whole week without tears, and without nightmares, thankful that he could get it over it so quickly, but still bothered by the fact it affected him the first place.   “Well, technically 2 weeks and 5 days, but... 3 weeks until I’m seventeen!” Tony laughs and gets up from the couch.   “I’m sorry I didn’t pick you up today, I had work to do down at Stark Industries.” Tony explains as he wraps his arms around Peter when he got close enough. “What do you want for your birthday?” Peter just shrugs his shoulders.   “Nothing, really. Just you.” Peter tells him and looks up at Tony who smiles down at him.   “Baby, you gotta have something. Why don’t I get you a car? We can go and choose it together and I can teach you to drive.” Tony replies and Peter just nods. “I don’t want a fancy one though.”   “What? Why? You got no choice anyway.” Tony laughs.   “You said we would chose it together!” Peter laughs back at him and Tony smirks.   “It’s my money, I get the final say.”   “I love you, Daddy.” Peter replies and Tony grins.   “I love you too, baby.” Tony then leans down and presses a soft kiss to Peter’s lips and Peter brings hand up to the back of Tony’s neck and places one hand flat on his chest. Tony’s hands move to his sides and pulls him closer. Peter pulls back and smiles.   “Do I get a party?” Peter asks and Tony chuckles   “Of course you do, baby. You can invite anyone you want.” Tony says, hugging the boy close. “Except for Wade.” Tony adds.   “Why?” Peter replies, moving himself out of Tony’s arms.   “What do you mean why? You know why. I don’t like him. I don’t want him around you.” Tony says, his arms coming up to fold across his chest.   “Well, he’s my friend, he understands that I’m with you and that’s not changing, and I want him at my birthday party.”   “No, baby. I’m sorry. Not happening.” Tony tells him and Peter looks up at him with the best puppy eyes he could manage and Tony groans.   “Daddy, please?” Peter asks sweetly.   Tony sighs and drops his arms by his side. “Whatever you want, baby.”   ————   “Michelle and Ned coming over tonight?” Tony asks, working on his suit, “Pass my drink, baby.” Peter gets up and grabs Tony’s bottle of water off his desk and walks over to him, placing the bottle down next to him.   “No, not tonight. I just wanna have movie night with you guys alone. I wanna be able to cuddle up to you for once.” Peter smiles at him, and Tony raises his eyebrow.   “You could have done any other night. If you think I don’t know that your friends know about us then you’re an idiot.”   “Why didn’t you say anything?!” Peter laughs at him and Tony shrugs while taking a sip of his water.   “Wanted to see how long you’d keep it up.” Tony smirks, screwing the cap back onto the bottle and placing it back on the table. Peter then leans against the bench and looks up at Tony. “What?”   “I want something for my birthday.”   “And what is that?” Tony asks, looking down at him.   “I wanna go back to Malibu.” Peter says quietly.   “Pick somewhere else. Anywhere else, baby. I’m not taking you back there.” Tony replies, shaking his head.   “We don’t have to go anywhere. We can literally stay in the house. Only go out for like, dinner, and shopping.” Peter begs and Tony shakes his head again.   “I’m sorry, baby, but no. And you really won’t change my mind on this one. It’s a strong no.” Tony tells him.   “Where can you take me then?” Peter asks.   “Anywhere you want, baby. Literally anywhere.”   “Can I just spend a week with you at your place here?” Peter smiles and Tony nods.   “Of course you can, baby. I’ll figure out an excuse to have you there for a week. I’ll sort it.”   “I want non-stop sex for that whole week. I wanna not be able to walk. I’m being deadly serious.” Peter tells him, a small smile on his face.   “Oh, that’s a present I’d gladly give you.” Tony chuckles.   ———   Peter was sat at the kitchen table with Steve, Natasha and Sam, when Tony walks in. “Hello, everyone.” Tony makes his way over to Peter who tilts his head back so Tony can place a soft quick kiss to his lips. “Hello, dear.”   “Hi, Daddy. Where did you go?” Peter asks and takes a bite out of sandwich. Everyone finally getting used to the normal exchange they both made whenever they saw each other.   “Needed to grab something from home, that’s all. You eat up and then we’ll get back to work.”   “Sorry... what the fuck? When the fuck? How the fuck?” Sam asks, his face full of confusion and Steve and Natasha burst out laughing.   “I completely forgot that you didn’t know yet!” Natasha laughs out. “Have you seen his face?”   Tony chuckles and Peter laughs a little. “Me and Tony are together. Have been for like, nearly 3 months now.”   “How did I not know this?” Sam asks and punches Steve in the arm. “Why didn’t you tell me?”   “I forgot you wasn’t there the night we all got told!” Steve says in defence.   “You’re all assholes.” Sam jokes. “Keeping shit from me. I’m more pissed at the fact I wasn’t told.”   “How have you not noticed?” Tony says. “My hands always all over him. I barely leave him alone.''   “He hasn’t been around much, and when he has been I don’t think we’ve been very... you know.” Peter explains and Tony nods.   “Whatever. Happy for you guys. Next time tell me when something like this happens.” Sam laughs and Peter smiles and nods.   ———   Tony and Peter end up back in the lab, both working away in silence and Tony has never been happier being with Peter. Tony kept stealing glances, Peter chewing his lip when he tried to figure something out, running a hand through his hair when he got annoyed, his leg bouncing as he sketched, and the little pout when he finally gave up on whatever he was doing.   “Not going well, baby?” Tony asks smiling, and grins when Peter turns to face Tony with that little pout.   “I think I’m gonna give up. I can’t make it work. I just can’t.” Peter whines and Tony places his tool down and walks over to him.   “You’ll get there. These things take time. Why don’t you let me take a look? I can help.” Tony offers, his hand coming up to caress Peter’s cheek, and loves how he smiles and pushes his cheek into his hand, his own hand coming up to place over Tony’s.   “No, it’s mine. I wanna work this out on my own. Thank you though.” Peter insists and Tony just smiles and nods.   “Sure, baby.” Tony then pulls his hand away and walks back to his work-space. “Why don’t you take a break?”   “Yeah, I think I will do. I’ll just come help you.” Peter decides and got up and walks up to Tony. “So... I’ve been thinking about something.” Peter starts and Tony looks up at him waiting for him to carry on. “Your fiftieth is only a few months after mine... and there’s always lots of people at your party... like the press and stuff, because it’s always like, a huge event...” Tony raises his eyebrow for Peter to carry on talking, “What if... we announced it then? You know... Us.” Tony smiles, “I think that’s an excellent idea.”   “Really? Because it’ll be insane. I can’t wait for people’s faces!” Peter grins and Tony laughs.   “We’ll do it then, baby. We can make out that’s it’s only been going good for a week, or so. That after you turned seventeen you was allowed to spend more time here, we got closer and eventually... we ended up together.” Tony replies and Peter nods, grinning.   “I’m gonna melt everyone’s brains by calling you Daddy.” Peter laughs out and Tony laughs right back him.   I want you by my side forever.   ———   4_Days_Later._-_Tuesday_.   “I’m literally counting the days. I can’t wait.” Peter grins and Ned laughs.   “You need to reign it in, dude. No ones this excited for their seventeenth birthday.” Ned smiles and Peter nods but keeps the grin on his face.   “I know. But, once I’m seventeen, all I’ve got to do is wait for Tony’s fiftieth and then we’ll be telling everyone. No more secrets. Well... a few secrets but... Dude! I’m seventeen in 2 weeks!” Peter laughs out as they walk together towards the classroom. Peter pulled out his phone when he felt it vibrate.   Daddy - 11:43am. Missing you, baby.   Peter - 11:44am. I miss you too, Daddy.   Peter smiles and put his phone back in his pocket, and walks into into the classroom, walking the back corner desk, hoping that way he could carry on texting Tony through class without the teacher noticing. Class had just started when his phone vibrates again. Peter pulls it out and makes sure the teacher isn't looking in his direction.   Daddy - 11:49am. You better be behaving. I’d hate to make that little ass all red.   Peter - 11:50am. I always behave, Daddy. And you’d love to make my ass red.   Daddy - 11:50am. Texting me during class isn’t behaving. Maybe I’ll use something else rather than my hand.   Peter - 11:51am. Use anything you want too. You know I’ll take it.   Daddy - 11:51am. I’m hard as fuck already sat in my office. You have no idea what you do to me.   Peter - 11:52am. If I was there I’d happily be blowing you while sat under your desk. I love your cock, Daddy.   “Mr. Parker! Maybe you’d like to share your conversation with the class.” The teacher shouts and Peter whips his head up, he was just about to reply when a student speaks out.   “Don’t waste your breath, he think he’s better than everyone now he’s hanging around with Tony Stark, he won’t listen.” She half shouts, making the students in the class laugh, and Peter just sneers at her.   “At least I’m doing something with my life. What the fuck are you doing with yours? Stupid cunt .” Peter shoots at her, and he could see Ned and Michelle holding back their laughter as the room went silent.   “Mr. Parker! Principal! Now!” The teacher shouts at Peter and Peter just smiles and grabs his bag and stands up and walks out the room.   Stupid Daddy getting me into trouble. Chapter End Notes comments give me life. love 2 u all as always ***** I got some damn bad Intentions. ***** Chapter Summary “And I’m the teenager in this relationship.” Peter replies sarcastically. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Tony demands. “You’re acting like a child. It’s getting boring now. Every time I’m with someone you get all jealous and possessive and weird.” Peter tells him and Tony just laughs. Chapter Notes you’ll get three chapters again today bros! And then I can finally continue with the story and take down the old one! See the end of the chapter for more notes “What...” Smack. “Have I...” Smack. “Told you...” Smack. “About being a...” Smack. “Little shit?” Tony half shouts as his hand keeps coming down on Peter’s ass making him sharply inhale as his hand came down and whine out long moans and pushing himself back into Tony’s hand. “She... She was being an ass.” Peter chokes out, and Tony’s hand comes down again harshly, leaving Peter feeling winded. Peter was glad his aunt was working late. He knew he was in trouble when Tony was the one to pick him up after he got suspended. “And now you’re suspended. What a stupid thing to do.” Tony scolds him, and then he hears Tony undoing his belt and hears it slip against the fabric as he pulls it off. “You clearly think you’re still right in this situation. But you’re not. You keep being a little shit.” Peter whines as anticipates what's about to happen. “Red to get me to stop at any time, baby.” Peter was just about to nod when Tony swings the belt hard down on his ass, knocking the breath out of Peter’s gasp and making drop his head into the pillow and letting out a loud whine into the pillow. Tony was relentless, giving Peter no time to recover from each hit of the belt, until Peter finally decides to give in. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m so sorry. I won’t do it again, I’m sorry. Daddy please. Please.” Tony dropped his belt, letting it fall to the floor, and quickly stripping off his clothes, and runs his hand down Peter’s back, the younger boy arching into his hand, to his ass, running his hand over the welts and hand prints. Tony grabs the bottle of lube, pouring a little onto his fingers and wasting to time pushing a finger into Peter. “Daddy. Daddy, just... just fuck me. I can take it. I can’t wait no more. Daddy, please.” Peter babbles as Tony keeps moving his hand slowly, teasing Peter. “I can take it. I can. Please. Just do it. Daddy, please. Oh, fuck. Please.” Peter moans out brokenly, and Tony finally gives in, lining his cock, and basically shoves himself into Peter in one singular motion. Tony didn’t give Peter any time to recover, his hand reaches out to grip his hair, pulling on it almost violently as he fucks unforgivingly into him, and Peter couldn’t do anything but let out moans of pure ecstasy. “Turn me over.” Peter whines out as Tony pulls out, grabs the bottom of his legs and flips him over. He then pulls Peter by his legs to the edge of his bed and grabs under his knees bringing his legs up, so he could slide back in. Tony wastes no time in picking up the pace, slamming in as hard as he could, watching as Peter groans, and arches his back every time Tony pushes all the way in. Tony then brings one of his hands to Peter’s throat and watches how Peter grins. “Look how excited you get. Look how happy you are when Daddy’s about to choke you. My perfect little slut.” “I’m all yours Daddy.” Peter moans out just before Tony grips Peter’s throat, squeezing hard, and continuing to ram his cock in as deep as he could. He loves how Peter closes his eyes and how his mouth falls open while he's being fucked and Tony never wants any man, ever again, to ever see him like this, never wanting anyone to hear the little noises he made. “You make the prettiest noises, baby.'' Tony moans out, and keeps fucking into him, his hand tightening a little more. ''Tell me who you belong to.” Tony grits out, and Peter whines and just manages to reply with the hand wrapped tightly around his throat. “You, Daddy.” Peter gasps and whines. “All yours. No one else.” Tony grins and tightens his hand more, Peter pushing down to meet his thrusts, his eyes screwed closed and he panting hard. “Do you wanna come, baby?” Tony asks and Peter whines once again and nods. “You gonna come just from Daddy’s cock?” Tony chuckles when Peter nods again. “Go on, baby.” Tony fucks into him with all he could muster. “Come for Daddy.” Peter soon lets out a loud moan as he came, his come painting his stomach and chest, and him bearing down on Tony’s cock. “Come here.” Tony pulls out and pulls Peter by his hair, and guiding him off the bed and onto the floor, pushing him down to kneel on the floor, Tony using the hand in his hair to make him face upwards. “Keep those pretty eyes on me, baby, and that mouth open.” Tony groans as he starts to frantically stroke his cock, his release near. You want Daddy’s come, baby?” Tony gasps out, looking down at Peter with his mouth open, tongue out slightly and his eyes locked on him. “Yes, Daddy. Please.” Peter moans out in the most innocent way he could and watches as Tony’s mouth drops open as he starts to come, it landing on his cheeks, chin and mostly in his mouth. Once Tony calms down, he brings his hand down to push Peter’s mouth shut, “Swallow.” Tony grins when Peter does as he's told and smiles up at him. “What do you say?” “Thank you, Daddy.” Tony and Peter end up laying in Peter’s bed, after they had gotten cleaned up, Peter’s back is pressing up against Tony’s chest with Tony’s arms cuddling around him. ‘’You did so well, baby. You did so good.’’ Tony tells him, giving Peter a little squeeze and placing a kiss on the top of his head. “I have to go soon.” Tony tells him and Peter just sighs. “I know. I just wish you could stay. I always wish that we could just stay in those moments.” Peter tells him and Tony smiles sadly. “There isn’t long left to wait, baby.” Tony replies. “Go on. Go to sleep. But, I won’t be here when you wake up.” “Okay, Daddy.” Peter yawns. “I love you.” “I love you, baby boy. I really do.” -------- Peter wakes up alone. He reaches over to grab his phone but soon realises that Tony had left a card sat on top of his phone. Peter quickly calls Tony. “Good morning, sweetheart. You do know it’s only just after 5, right? You can go back to sleep.” Tony says, sounding as if he only had just woke up himself. “You left one of your cards here. And, I don’t really know why. Because, not something you should have forgot.” Peter says, looking the cash card over. “I want you to treat yourself. Go out to the movies or something. Go shopping. Take MJ and Ned.” “Why? I don’t need to do that.” Peter replies and Tony just chuckles. “Plus I’m suspended. Aunt May isn’t going to allow me to go out.” “Just have a normal night as a teenager, baby. Have fun. Give me a reason to make the ass all red again.” “Alright. I’ll think of something to do.” Peter smiles. “Thank you, Daddy.” “You’re welcome, baby.” Peter hangs up the phone afterwards. Peter. 5:17am. Wanna hang out tonight? I got suspended so I’ll have to sneak out. Peter places his phone back on his nightstand and decides to go back to sleep. ———— Tony looks down at his phone, he’d sent a text to Peter over an hour ago and got no reply. Which is strange because the boy would always text back right away. Letting him know he was missing him too and that he loved him. Tony looks at the time. 10:46pm. “FRIDAY, pull up Peter’s social media, wanna see what he’s been up too.” Soon enough all of Peter’s social media came up on the screen in front of him. “Lemme see his snapchat, considering that’s all I ever see him on.” “There’s 6 new stories. All seem to contain himself, Michelle Jones, Ned Leeds, and Wade Wilson, Sir.” FRIDAY tells him and starts showing the videos, and the pictures. One video the music was blaring in Wade’s car and Peter was filming Wade driving and rapping along to the song, all the others laughing and joking with him. Another was of Michelle stuffing chicken nuggets into her mouth and Wade telling her not to choke on them as he abruptly made the car break suddenly and made her lean forward and cough. “Show me Michelle’s social media. Newest post on any account. Literally whatever she’s posted recently.” Soon enough a picture, from Instagram, showed Wade leaning against his car, with Peter stood between his legs, one of Wade’s arms around his waist, and Peter’s head on his chest, facing away from the camera, and Wade looking into the distance, with a simple caption of, ‘they cute.’ “This kids got a death wish.” Tony says to himself and decides to call Peter. Thankfully he picks up. “Hey Tony!” Peter half shouts over the music and shouting and joking the car. “Turn that down, shut up for a moment.” “Having fun with Wade?” Tony asks, unable to mask the annoyance in his voice. “I’m with everyone. You said to go out and be a normal teenager. We’re just driving around and having a laugh. Nothing good was on at the movies so we chose to do this instead.” Peter explains and Tony’s annoyance doesn't fade, not even a little bit. “But, did you really need to hang out with him? Really?” Tony replies and Peter just sighs on the other end of the phone. “You literally said the other day that he could come to my birthday party so why can’t I hang out with him?” Peter asks. Tony hearing the annoyance in his voice. “I don’t want you hanging out with him. I don’t. I said he’s to the party because I wanted to make you happy. He fucking wants you. How would you feel if I was driving around with someone who you knew liked me?” Tony half shouts back at him. “And I’m the teenager in this relationship.” Peter replies sarcastically. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Tony demands. “You’re acting like a child. It’s getting boring now. Every time I’m with someone you get all jealous and possessive and weird.” Peter tells him and Tony just laughs. “What do you expect? After what happened? I just wanna keep you safe, baby. I don’t like you being around guys who clearly want you.” Tony explains. “It’s not gonna happen again.” Peter says. Tony was just about to reply when he hears Wade on the phone. “Just hang up the phone. He’s can’t keep talking to you like that. He’s a fucking asshole.” Tony laughs again. “That kid is asking for it.” “No he isn’t! You have to stop this.” Peter half shouts at him again. “No, he really is. I can’t believe you’re actually with him right now. Tell him to shut the fuck up and keep out of our conversation.” Tony replies, feeling his anger about to spill over. ”No! I’m not telling anyone that. You need to calm down. This is really getting stupid. I can hang out with whoever I want.” Peter tells him and Tony just scoffs as he hears Wade shout again. “Peter, hang up the fucking phone or it’s going out this window.” Tony hears Wade tell him and hears MJ say something, he couldn’t tell if she was agreeing or telling Wade off, and before Tony could carry on talking the line disconnected. Tony just throws his phone onto the table. He’s yours. Calm down. All he’s ever wanted is to be yours. He won’t do anything. He’s yours. He’s yours. He’s yours. ———— “I’m getting so sick of his shit.” Peter whines as he turns the music back up. “He can’t keep doing this. It’s every time, every single time, someone so much as looks at me.” “Why don’t you just end it? He’s a fucking dick.” Wade says and Peter just shakes his head. “He’s annoying but he’s mine. I’d never do that. I want him forever. He’s so perfect for me. It’s just that one thing that drives me insane.” Peter explains and Wade just scoffs at him. “Guys like that only turn out one way.” Wade states, and Peter just stares at him. “What the fuck do you mean by that?” Peter demands. “Abusive, Peter. Fucking Abusive. One minute he’s telling you who you can and can’t hang out with, and the next his hand is around your throat.” “I happen to like his hand around my throat.” Peter smirks and Michelle bursts out laughing. “I’m being fucking serious. This shit isn’t funny. You’re gonna end up really hurt. They only turn out one way.” Wade half shouts, making Michelle shut up and Peter scoff. “He’d never hurt me. You don’t know shit about him. He loves me.” Peter shouts back. “No! No he doesn’t! You’re young, and you worship the ground he walks on, he loves how you follow him around, he loves the fact he knows you’re always gonna come running to him. He’ll get bored and move on. He doesn’t fucking love you.” Wade shouts back. “Take me home. And by home, I mean Tony’s. You don’t know shit about us.” Peter replies quietly. “What? No.” Wade replies, shaking his head. “I’m not taking you there.” “Take me to my fucking boyfriend, Wade. You’re just jealous at the fact I’m with him and not you. I’ll never be with you. I’m his. I’ll always be his.” Peter sneers at him. “Boyfriend for now. Fuck, you’re out of your mind.” Peter just glances at Michelle and Ned in the backseat, them both quiet and looking down. “Take me to him. Or stop the car and I’ll call him to come and get me.” Wade then pulls the car over and waves his hand, motioning for him to get out. “Wade, it’s almost midnight! You can’t do that. Just take him to Tony!” Michelle squeals loudly at him. “Nah, fucking forget it. Tony won’t take long.” Peter says as he gets out of the car. “Peter! Get back in! This is stupid.” Michelle shouts and Peter just closes the door and watches as Wade pulls off, leaving Peter alone standing on the sidewalk. Peter pulls out his phone and calls Tony, speaking as soon as he hears him pick up. “Come and get me. I’ll text you where I am.” Peter says quickly and smiles at Tony’s reply. “Of course, baby. I’ll be there as quickly as I can. I love you.” “I love you.” Peter replies and hangs up the phone, and quickly texting Tony where he was and sits down on the pavement, back against a wall, and waits. I’m his. No one else’s. Tony arrives after about ten minutes, and Peter rushes to get in the car. Tony smiles at him as he shuts the door. “You wanna go home or come home with me?” Tony asks him. “Home with you.” Peter answers quietly and Tony pulls off and places his hand on his thigh, Peter’s hand coming down to cover his. “He’s a flaming cunt. I can’t believe the shit he was saying.” “What was he saying?” Tony asks him, eyes on the road. “That you’d end up being abusive. He refused to take me to your place.” Peter says and Tony squeezes his thigh lightly, Peter watching as anger showed on his face. “Told him that you would never. That you loved me. And he gave me this bullshit how you’d end up getting bored. Said one minute you’d be telling me who I can and can’t hang out with and then your hand would end up around my throat.” Peter smirks again. “Told him I liked your hand around my throat.” That put a smile on Tony’s face. “That’s my boy.” “We’re forever, right?” “Always, baby. I’m not letting you go.” Tony glances at him and grins. Peter then shuffles their hands until his fingers were intertwined with Tony’s. “Did you know Michelle took a picture of you two and posted it?” “No?” Peter looks at him questioningly. “That’s how you knew I was with him.” Peter laughs. “She’s in so much shit.” “‘They cute.’ That’s what she said.” “She’s such an idiot.” Peter laughs again, and Tony just smiles. Peter then used his other hand to unlock his phone, and opening the camera app, holding it up to take a picture of Tony. “I love you.” Peter snaps the picture just as a gorgeous grin appeared on his face. “Did you just picture of me?” Tony laughs and Peter nods, and hums. “I don’t have any. This one is cute.” Peter smiles and Tony smirks. “Remind me to take a picture of you the next time your lips are around my cock. That’ll be a gorgeous one.” “Tony!” Peter squeals and Tony laughs, and squeezes his hand, Peter laughing back at him and bringing their hands up to kiss the back of Tony’s hand. I want you by my side forever ————— 1_Week_And_5_Days_Later_-_Monday. Peter didn’t want to go back to school. Didn’t wanna deal with the students, didn’t wanna deal with teachers, didn’t want to see the place ever again. He was getting tired of the shit. Getting tired of the looks when Tony picked him up. He was standing at his locker, sorting his stuff out for the day when the Principal turns up at the side of him. Peter shuts his locker and turns to face the Principal. Standing behind him was a short brunette girl, her hair long and wavy, perfect make-up, short red dress and blue eyes. She’s kinda hot. For a girl. “Mr. Parker. I have a job for you for the rest of the week, considering your recent suspension. This is Talia. She has all the same classes as you do, and it’s your job to show her around and take care of her during her first week.” Peter smiles. “Sure thing, Sir.” Why not? Peter could do with more friends. Although Peter was pretty sure she was way to pretty to even consider being his friend. Probably won’t even talk to him once the week was over. “Brilliant.” And with that the Principle walks off, and left them standing alone. “Hi, I’m Peter.” He gave her his best smile and was shocked when she smiles back, her hand clutching her phone in her hand, long red finger nails pressed against the screen and the other one extending to shake Peter’s hand. “Talia. But you already knew that.” Talia laughs a little bit. Peter then offers his arm for her to walk with him and she giggles and threads her arm through Peter’s. “So, what did you get suspended for?” “Called someone a stupid cunt. Because she was.” Peter laughs and Talia’s mouth opens a little in shock. “I never would have guessed it would have been that. I’m surprised you got suspended at all. I mean, first thoughts, you seem like a totally goodie. Like, polite and collected.” Talia said and Peter shook his head as he walked with her down the hall. “Like, offering me your arm like a proper gentleman. I’m so lucky.” Talia joked and winked at him. “I’m generally nice, and I’m never like that. She just got on my nerves. I just snapped a little, I guess. I get a lot of shit around here.” Peter tells her and she looks up at him. “Why?” Talia asks and Peter sighs. “People seem to think that I think I’m better than everyone. Because I’m Tony Stark’s intern.” Peter says and Talia laughs and stops dead, stopping Peter walking and he looks at her and smiles. “Get the fuck out! Tony Stark? God, that man is amazing! What’s he like?” Talia grins at him. Peter laughs. “Amazing.” Peter repeated, and laughed a little. “He’s really awesome. I spend my weekends at the Avengers Facility working on suits, and new tech for Stark Industries. It’s really gonna help me get into M.I.T. And he’s really nice. Like, overly nice.” Peter told her and she squealed at him. “Okay, you’ve got a new best friend. You’re gonna need someone to blow your money when you end up becoming rich.” Talia jokes and Peter chuckles a little bit, a smile on his face. “I have a game night there, with my two friends, Michelle and Ned, on a Friday night. You could join. Come and meet Tony.” Peter tells her and her face lights up. “Are you fucking serious?! I’d love that!” Talia replies and all Peter can do was smile. She’s really pretty. Like, insanely pretty. Peter then looks forward and spots Michelle and Ned standing at Ned’s locker and Peter guides Talia over to them but before he could introduce her Michelle speaks up. “Can you fucking text Wade back? Because I’m getting sick of the ‘I’m sorry’, ‘I didn’t mean to upset him.’, ‘I miss him’, bullshit. I’m gonna kill him.” Michelle laughed and Peter just shook his head. “Nope. Just tell him to fuck off. He can fuck himself after the way he was. He was supposed to be my friend but all he does is talk shit about stuff he knows nothing about. You know that, you know who, is in the right, that it’s not about who I hang out with, he just wants to protect me.” Peter told her and Michelle nodded. “I know. He was a dick. I can’t believe he actually let you get out the car at that time. I just can’t get over it.” Michelle replies. “Anyway, who’s this?” “This...” Peter pops a hand on her shoulder and smiles, “Is Talia. She’s new and I’m looking after her for her first week.” “Hi, I’m Michelle.” Michelle holds out her hand and Talia grins and shakes her hand. “And this is Ned. He’s a dork.” Peter laughs at that and Ned feigns being hurt. Talia holds her hand out for Ned to shake. “She’s gonna be joining us for game night on Friday.” “Awesome! We watch movies too. And piss off the Avengers. Oh fuck! Remind me to throw something at Steve again, I’m pretty sure Nastasha almost wet herself at how pissed he looked.” Michelle laughs out and Ned was laughing along with her. “No, you should knock Tony’s drink when he’s drinking. It’s fucking hilarious. I got chased around.” Peter laughs, obviously not telling the whole story. “Oh my God. This all sounds amazing. I can’t wait. I’m so excited.” Talia laughs out.   The bell rings to signal the first lesson and Michelle and Ned laugh and walk to their class and Talia threads her arm through Peter’s again, walking with him towards the classroom. “So, who’s Wade?” Peter groans. “A dick. He wants me and I don’t want him.” “Wait! You’re gay? How did I not guess that?” Talia smiles and Peter just shakes his head. “I just don’t care. It’s the person.” Peter explains and Talia nods. “I’m exactly the same. My last relationship was with a girl. She was great. But then we moved, and it had to end. I miss her a lot.” Talia explains and Peter looks at her and smiles. “I’m sure she misses you too. You’re great.” Peter likes how her eyes light up at the compliment. ———— Talia was sitting next to Peter at the table in the cafeteria, basically glued to his hip. It was like they’d known each other for years, instantly clicking and finding all the same things funny. Talia was interesting and so far she had the best story’s about all the places she’d moved from and the stupid things she’d done in each place. “The worst time is my birthday though. Because I’ll be eighteen.” She tells Peter and Peter nods. “So what if you’re older? It’s through moving around, right? It’s normal when you move a lot.” Peter says, and she smiles and kisses his cheek. “What was that for?” “For being the first person to ever get it right. I usually get asked if I’ve had a baby or if I’m stupid. It’s horrible. I don’t like letting people know when my birthday is.” Talia explains, and Peter just smiles. “Well, you’ve got us to celebrate it with.” Peter replies as Michelle and Ned sits down in front of them. “How’s your day been, guys?” “Boring. I just wanna go home.” Michelle says, and Peter laughs. “Can’t wait for the weekend. I wanna see Talia kick your ass.” “No one will ever be better than me on COD, or Mario Kart.” Peter laughs. “Man, you cheat on Mario Kart.” Ned groans jokingly and Talia giggles. “Oh, I’ll kick your ass. Trust me.” Talia teases and Peter grins at her. “You can try. And I don’t cheat!” Peter laughs out. ———— 4_Days_Later._-_Friday. Peter starts his day the same way he had all week. Talia - 7:46am. I’m outside, babe. Peter smiles and says goodbye to his Aunt and practically runs down the stairs, and out the doors and opens the door to Talia’s car, and gets in, shutting the door behind him. “Hello, gorgeous.” “Hello, handsome.” Talia replies and pulls off. “I’m so freaking excited for tonight. I can’t wait.” “Well, rather than waiting until later tonight, I could call Tony and tell him not to pick me up and you could drive us there.” Peter says and just as he said that his phone rings. Peter answers and Tony’s voice flows through. “Hi, sweetheart. Happy’s gonna be picking you up after school. I gotta deal with shit at Stark Industries. I’m sorry.” Peter smiles, “No, don’t worry about it, and Happy doesn’t need to pick me up, Talia can bring me.” “Holy shit. Is that Tony?” Talia laughs and Peter laughs back her. “Yeah. Do you wanna say hi?” Peter asks and Talia nods. “Hang on, Mr. Stark, I’m gonna put you on loud speaker.” Peter pulls the phone away from his ear and presses for the call to go onto loudspeaker. “Hello, dear.” Tony says and Talia giggles. “Oh my God. Hi, Mr. Stark!” “I look forward to meeting you and thank you for bringing Peter here later.” “It’s no problem at all!” Talia grins and Tony chuckles “Bye, Peter.” “Bye, Mr. Stark.” Peter then hangs up the phone and looks over at Talia. “I can’t believe I just talked to him!” Talia squeals and Peter just grins. ———— Peter walks into school, Talia’s arm linked around his as they walk over to Michelle and Ned. When they get close enough Talia hugs Michelle and hugs Ned who still had a huge smile on his face every time she did so. Talia then moves back, her arm linking back with Peter’s. “You ready for game night?” Michelle askw her and Talia nods and smiles. “So ready! I’m so excited.” Talia told her and Michelle grins. “We was like that too. But, they’re all just huge kids. Really funny. Steve’s fun to piss off.” Michelle tells her. “Yeah, everyone's really cool.” Ned agrees. “You’ll have a great time.” Peter adds. ———— Peter and Talia basically run out of school and to her car, both rushing and laughing, and getting in. During the ride there they just laugh and joke and Peter tells Talia about the Avengers, and what he does while he’s there, leaving out anything to do with being Spider-Man. She looks genuinely interested and was pretty smart. Understanding everything Peter was saying and holding a decent conversation. Talia’s eyes light up when they finally pull into the facility. They park up and get out and Peter gives her a moment to look around it. Peter then offers his arm, Talia linking her arm through his and they walk over and through the doors. Walking with her to the lounge. Peter wasn’t surprised to see everyone sitting around the room. Steve looks up at the sound of the footsteps and smiles. “Hey, Peter. Who’s this?” Peter then looks at Talia who had a smile on her face. He looks her over and deciding that she looks really good today. Her hair was down, and wavy as usual, her hair stopping at the bottom of her back and a few strands falling over her shoulders. Her blue dress tight around her body, and her smile blinding. “This is Talia.” Peter said and Nastasha then looked up. Watching them as they walked over to sit down, them pressed together close, Talia basically glued to his hip. She let out a little laugh. “You know who’s not gonna like how close you are.” Natasha jokes and Peter laughs. “Ah, he’ll be fine.” Peter then grins. “Plus I like pissing him off. It’s fun!” Peter laughs and Talia had a confused look on her face. Peter laughs again. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll explain soon.” Talia then nods and smiles. “So, you go to school with Peter?” Steve asks and Talia turns to look at him. “Yeah, I’ve only been there for a week. Peter showed me around and it’s so weird, we just kinda clicked, feel like we’ve been friends for years. It was like...” Talia pauses to think of what she was going to say but Peter beats her too it. “Instant connection.” Peter finishes and Talia nods, and looks back to smile at him. “When’s Tony back?” Peter asks and Steve shrugs.   “No idea. He’s been gone most of the day.” Steve explains. “Michelle and Ned coming over tonight too?” “Of course they are. Oh, Michelle’s planning on throwing stuff at you. She thinks it’s funny when you get annoyed.” Peter laughs and Steve shakes his head. “I’ll throw something back this time.” Steve replies and Bucky laughs. “Where you from? You know, originally?” Bucky asks her. “Seattle.” Talia said simply. “But we’ve lived all over. We move quite a lot. My mom gets bored of places pretty quickly. Slightly annoying but she seems to really like New York so far so maybe we’ll get stay her for more than a year.” Talia explains. “How old are you? You look a little older than Peter.” Clint asks. “I’m eighteen this year. Held back due to moving.” Talia explains again and Clint nods. “I’m gonna show Talia around. I’ll see you guys later. Movie night, right?” Peter asks as he stands up, Talia standing up with him. “You know it!” Sam half shouts, excitedly. ————— Peter - 9:47pm. Where are you? I haven’t seen you all day. Daddy. 9:48pm. I’m heading to the facility now. I’m sorry I’ve been gone all day, baby. Peter looks down at the text and smiles. Then looks up as the Avengers all start to pile into the room. Michelle and Ned was sitting in front of the TV. Talia was on one of the chairs to the left of Peter, as he was sitting at the end of the couch. Wanda and Vision made their way to their corner as they always do, and Clint sits down next to Peter, with Steve sitting down the other side of Clint. Natasha and Bucky was all cuddled up on the other couch, with Sam sitting next to them, and Pepper and Rhodey cuddled on one of the seats in the other corner of the room. Bucky starts the movie and everyone sits in silence. Peter and Talia just kept looking over at each other and smiling. Some where during the movie Clint’s arm ended up around Peter’s shoulders and Peter leaning his head on his chest. Talia gave Peter a questioning look and Peter just shrugged and smiled. “Hands off, Barton.” Peter then looked up and smiled seeing Tony walk into the lounge, and little smile on his face. Clint then removed his arm and held his hands up in surrender, a smile on his face and Peter laughed “I’m so confused right now.” Talia speaks up and Tony grins at her. “You must be Talia.” Tony states, changing the subject and walking over to sit down in the chair to the right of the couch Peter was sitting on. Talia just smiles and nods. “Peter, dear, get me a drink.” Tony asks and Peter nods and gets up, walking to the kitchen and pouring Tony a glass of whiskey. Peter makes his way back and hands the glass over to Tony who smiles up at him. “Can she be trusted?” Tony asks quietly. “Yeah, I’m not sure yet. I’m going to wait a little while. I’ve only known her a week” Peter told Tony quietly and Tony just nodded. Peter then walked back to his seat and sat down and gave Talia a smile. Everyone soon settles back into silence to finish watching the movie. Once the movie came to a end, everyone starts to make their way back to their rooms. Michelle and Ned heading to their usual guest rooms. “Is she staying?” Tony asks, getting up from his seat and Peter nods. “Yeah, but she’s gonna share with me. Easier than using another room.” Peter explains and Tony nods. “Alright. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Tony says just before he gives Peter a little pat on the shoulder when usually he would press a kiss to Peter lips and walk with him to his room, but this time he just smiles and then disappears out of the lounge. Peter then turns to Talia who was grinning. “He’s so gorgeous. I can’t even put it into words.” Talia giggles and Peter just laughs a little. Peter then offers her his arm to walk with him to his room. When they get there he lets Talia walk in first. She looks around and smiles. “It’s insane that I’m here. Anyway, I’m gonna go get ready for bed.” Peter just smiles again and points towards the bathroom door, watching her walk in. Peter gets himself ready for bed and gets under the covers, phone in his hand. Peter - 00:24am. I’ll sneak out as soon as she’s asleep. I love you, Daddy. Daddy - 00:25am. There’s my good boy. I love you too. Peter smiles and places his phone on the nightstand next to him and smiles at Talia as she walks out the bathroom. She grabs a hair tie and quickly throughs her hair up into a pony tail and climbs in the bed next to Peter. “I really enjoyed today. Thank you for inviting me here.” Talia tells him, laying down and facing towards Peter, who lays down himself and faces her. Both of them on their sides. “It’s no problem at all. I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. You’re welcome to come every game night. There’s only a few times where I cancel because I need to work but doesn’t happen a lot.” Peter explains. “You’ve got to be the coolest friend I’ve ever had. And probably the first guy who’s not just being nice to me to hopefully end up sleeping with me.” Talia giggles and Peter shakes his head, smiling at her. “Guys are stupid. Trust me, I know. Mine’s the worst.” Peter jokes and Talia smiles. “So, you like, have a boyfriend?” Talia asks. “Yeah, kinda. It’s weird calling him that though. Considering his age, he’s not exactly a boy.” Peter laughs a little. “How old is he?” “Promise not to freak out?” Peter asks and Talia nods. “He turns fifty this year.” Talia’s eyes go wide and a huge grin spreads across her face. “I fucking knew you was getting fucked by Tony Stark!” She half shouts and Peter laughs. “What? It’s not Tony!” Peter lies and she laughs again. “Oh my God. You just confirmed it by that. He turns fifty this year. He didn’t take his eyes off you all night. And you kept looking at him. Telling Clint to take his hands off you. Calling you ‘dear’.” Talia teases and Peter just shakes his head, and tries to come up with the best story he can. Too many people know. “It’s not Tony, I swear. He’s just protective of me, I went through something and he blames himself so, he basically hates any guy who touches me, even if he trusts them. And Tony calls everyone ‘dear’, It’s his thing. And you were sitting pretty close to me... he was probably looking at you.” Peter says and Talia smiles. “Shit. You think so?” is all she asks, clearly believing his story. “Do you really think he was? Because I would. I would let that man do anything he wants to me.” Okay, calm down, bitch. That’s my Daddy. “Yeah. I think he was.” “I mean, I don’t really care. Kinda have my eye on someone else.” Talia tells him and Peter just smiles. ———— Peter doesn’t quite understand how it happened. Doesn’t understand how something so innocent turned into the biggest argument he’s had in his life.   One minute him and Talia are hanging out in Tony’s lab, and Tony leaves due to being needed else where. They’re sitting on the couch, laughing and joking, and once again, sitting so close it’s like they’re glued to each other’s hip, and when suddenly there’s the sound of the elevator opening. “Well, isn’t this cute?” Tony. Peter quickly removes himself from her, and sits up straight on the couch while Talia smooths her dress down and sits up straight as well, a smile still on her face.   Tony walks over, and leaning down to pick up Talia’s bag from the floor, and passes it over to her. “Think it’s time for you to head home, dear. Me and Peter have some work to do.” Tony tells her and she nods, saying goodbye to Peter and then quickly making her way to the elevator. “I’ll text you.” Peter quickly calls out just before she steps in and the elevator doors close. Peter then looks over at Tony, fury written all over his face. “What?” Peter says and Tony just laughs and shakes his head. “You’re very close with her.” Tony taunts. “Everyone you’re around you end up extremely close too.” “What? No, I don’t. She’s a friend. I’ve literally known her for a week.” Peter explains, but Tony just wasn’t listening. “You never came to me last night.” Tony says, his voice low. “I fell asleep. I’m sorry.” Peter replies and Tony just shakes his head again. “You was wide awake. I heard you at 3am laughing and joking in the kitchen.” “How the fuck could I sneak away if she was awake? ‘Excuse me, Talia, I have to go Daddy right now.’ Are you out your mind?!” Peter half shouts. “I keep telling you about the way you talk to me.” Tony replies. “You treat me like I’m a child. You seriously don’t hear the way you walk to me?” Peter retaliats. “You’re so fucking weird sometimes.” “No I-“ “Yes you are!” Peter yells, cutting him off. “Shut up, I’m talking. I’m not being weird. I’m looking out for-“ “You’re becoming weird, and possessive and controlling-“ Peter's quickly cut off. “I told you to shut up. Do as your told.” Tony shouts back at him and Peter scoffs. “Don’t fucking talk to me like I’m a child.” “You are a child.” Tony retorts. “Yeah but that’s what does it for you, isn’t it, Daddy?” Peter sneers and instantly regrets it, seeing hurt wash over Tony’s face. “Leave.” Tony says quietly, pointing towards the elevator. “I can’t believe you just said that to me. You know how fucking sick I feel about all this. But, after that... I’m not putting myself through it anymore. Go home. Don’t call me. Don’t text me. I no longer exist to you.” “I thought you wanted me by your side forever?” Peter asks quietly. “Not anymore.” “Please, I don’t wanna go. I’m yours. I love you. I didn’t mean it. I just got angry.” Peter pleads, walking towards Tony, trying to grab his hands, but Tony steps back and pulls his hands away from the boy, shoving them in his pockets. “You shouldn’t have said what you said. I can’t believe you’d use that to hurt me. You know how I feel. I thought you were more mature than that.” Tony replies quietly, his voice laced with sadness. “You need to leave. I don’t want you around anymore.” “Tony plea-“ “Leave! Now!” Tony shouts, cutting Peter off and making him jump a little. Peter sniffles and nods. “Fine. If that’s what you really want. I’ll go and I’ll leave everything you bought me in the room.” “Go.” Tony’s says once more, confirming that Peter and him were done. “Happy will take you home.” “It’s fine. I’ve got a ride.” Peter says and makes his way out of the lab, using the stairs, just wanting to leave as quickly as possible. As soon as he gets back to his room, he quickly pulls out his phone and presses it to his ear. Thankful when the person answers. “I need you to come and get me. From the facility.” Peter rushes out quickly, biting back more tears. “I’m on my way. I won’t be long.” Peter quickly packs while sniffling and holding back tears that threatened to spill over, making sure to leave anything Tony bought. Grabbing his bags and making his way out of his room and towards the exit. Ignoring when the Avenger’s asking where he was going, asking what was wrong. Peter pushes himself through the doors, and heads to the parked car, waiting for him. Peter puts his bags in the trunk and then gets inside the car. “Don’t ask questions. Just take me somewhere, Wade.” Chapter End Notes The next chapter will be posted in the next hour! Comments give me life luv 2 u all as always! ***** But when I’m next to you I’m like a Child. ***** Chapter Summary “Happy Birthday!!” Peter laughs when he sees Michelle, Ned and Talia standing by his locker with balloons and presents in their hands. Peter walks over and kisses Talia’s cheek and then kisses Michelle’s before hugging Ned. “Thank you, guys. You’re awesome. You didn’t need to get me anything.” Peter says, as they hand him the presents they got him. Chapter Notes The next chapter is part re-written and part continuation, it’ll be posted soon! See the end of the chapter for more notes “Where do you wanna go?” Wade asks, passing his phone to Peter so he could chose a song while they drove. “Anywhere. Or we could just drive around.” Peter says, and flicks through the songs and finally picking one. Peter just looks out the window, not wanting to talk, not wanting to think. “You was right. He’s an asshole.” “I tried to tell you.” Wade replies sympathetically, glancing over to Peter. “What happened?” “I don’t even know! I became friends with this new girl at school, she’s amazing, it’s as if we’ve been friends for ages, invited her over, and he left the lab, so we was just sat talking, and he came back and sent her home. And somehow we ended up in argument. In all fairness, I said something I shouldn’t have and he told me to leave. Ended things.” Peter explained, trying not to cry again. “It doesn’t matter who I’m around... he gets so angry. I just don’t know anymore.” “We could go to my place. Chill out. I mean it’s only just after three, so we could hang out and then I’ll take you home.” Wade says and Peter shakes his head. “I don’t want to go home. Can I stay with you? Just until Sunday.” Peter asks, looking over at Wade. “Yeah, sure.” “Thanks.” Peter says and they go back to driving in silence. Wade's soon pulling up outside of his apartment complex, and turning the car off. “Come on.” He says, getting out of the car and going to the trunk to get Peter’s bags. Peter gets out, shutting the car door behind him and helps Wade with his bags. They walk up to his apartment in silence, Wade opening the door when they reached the door, and letting Peter walk in first, shutting the door behind them. “You just live here?” Peter asks. “Yeah, just me.” Wade confirms, and smiles. Peter then walks over to the couch and sits down, his hand coming up to cover his face, letting out a long sigh. Wade walks over and sits down next to Peter, pulling him in for a hug. Peter just melts into him, finally sobbing, chest heaving and gulping for breath. Wade rubs his back as he cries. “There you go. Let it out.” Peter calms down after a good 20 minutes of sobbing, Wade just holds him through it all. Peter sniffles but doesn't move out of his arms. He needs this. Needs to be held. Peter then reaches into his jacket pocket, pulling out his phone and hands it to Wade. “Keep it. Make sure I don’t call him or text him.” Wade just nods. They spend the next few hours playing games, watching movies, laughing and joking. Wade trying his hardest to cheer Peter up, put a smile on his face, trying to keep his mind of Tony like he asked him too, and Wade thankful that it was working. ———— Tony sitting in his lab, on the couch, glass in hand, fighting the urge to text Peter and ask for him to come back, because he know he would. He’d call and Peter would be back. It’s better like this. He thinks you’re sick. That’s why he said it. Tony battles back and forth with his thoughts, draining one glass after another. He loves you. He didn’t mean it. Call him. Tony grabs his phone off the the table and unlocks it, clicking through until his thumb hovers over Peter’s name. He sits for a few moments before pressing down and bringing the phone to his ear, waiting for him to pick up the phone, when finally he does. “Baby, I’m sorry. Come back here. I’m so sorry.” “He doesn’t care. He’s not coming back to you.” The voice says simply on the other end of the phone. “Who the fuck is this?” Tony spits out, his anger returning and his thoughts mocking him, and also wishing that he never called. “You know who it is. What a mistake you made sending him away. But, I guess I should say thank you. Because at least now he’s here with me.” Wade taunts. “Thank you? Please. He won’t stay with you. As soon as he’s back home or alone he’ll be calling me. It was an argument that got out of control. You know nothing.” Tony tells him and finishes the whisky in his glass, slamming it on the table. “Guess I’m Daddy now.” And with that the call disconnects and Tony launches the phone across the room, watching it shatter against the wall, parts falling over the floor. “FRIDAY!” Tony yells, grabbing his jacket. “Yes, Sir?” “Call Happy, and pull up Wade Wilson’s address. I need to go get my teenager.” ———— “Who was that?” Peter asks, coming out of the bathroom, and walking back to the couch. Wade smiles and put Peter’s phone in his pocket. Wade puts his arm around Peter shoulders and pulls him close. “No one, babe.” Wade says simply and Peter sits up out of his arms. “Okay, no. Don’t call me that. Please don’t think that just because me and Tony are ove-“ “I know, I know. You just could use a lot of comfort right now, and I’m happy to give you it. Now, come back here.” Wade smiled and Peter settled back, pressed against him with Wade’s arm around his shoulders. They settled in to silence, watching a movie. After about half an hour there's a pounding on the door. Peter looks up at a Wade in confusion and Wade shrugs and gets up and walks to the door, opening to reveal Tony standing on the other side. “Okay, yeah, no. He doesn’t want to talk to you.” Wade says quickly and starts to close the door, but before he can Tony’s hand reaches out to slam against the door, stopping Wade. “He’ll decided if he wants to talk to me.” Tony grits out and Wade turns around to look at Peter, who nods. Tony smirks and pushes his way in, walking over to Peter and kneeling in front of him, his hands resting on Peter’s thighs. “Baby, I’m so sorry. It was a stupid argument and I know you didn’t mean what you said. I know I’ve been weird ever since Malibu. I know I’ve been jealous, and protective and possessive and yeah, probably even controlling. But, I’m scared. I’m so fucking scared that someone else will pull that shit. I’m scared you’ll get yourself hurt again. I’m petrified someone’s going to take you away from me.” Tony said and Peter just looked at him, not knowing what to say. Tony sighs before speaking again. “I’m insecure. I’m fifty this year, you’re turning seventeen in just over a week. You could easily meet someone your own age and decided you don’t want me anymore. You’re going to be going to college, you could meet someone there. Please, baby, come home with me.” Peter sighs and shakes his head. “Why should I? You told me to leave. To not call you, text you. You told me to forget you exist. You always call me a little shit. You hate me sometimes, I can see it your eyes. I can’t help with I snap or get angry. I’m dealing with shit, and you know that. I know what I did was my fault, and but, I’m dealing with that. Why should I come home with you?” “Because I’m sorry. I got angry. Like I said, I know you didn’t mean it. I know you get upset. You are a little shit, you really are, but you’re mine. And I love that about you. I love that you test me and keep me on my toes. I don’t hate you, I’ll never hate you. I shouldn’t have sent you away. But, I can’t stop myself thinking that you’re gonna find someone else. Can you honestly see yourself still by my side in, like... ten years?” “Of course I can. I keep telling you that I’m yours, that I belong to you. I’ve told you that I literally worship the ground you walk on. There’s nothing more I want than to be with you everyday.” Peter told him and Tony smiled, about to reply when Wade spoke up. “Peter! Jesus Christ! You’re only sixteen! You’re not going to be with him forever. He’s an asshole! You said it yourself. You won’t be with him in ten years. You won’t. You will meet someone else. He’s thirty three years older than you! His behaviour isn’t normal. None of this is normal.” Wade half shouted. “If this is what he wants then that’s not up to you. Stop trying to take him away because it won’t work. It’ll never work. He doesn’t want you. He knew full well by calling you and getting you to bring him here that I would eventually turn up and get him. You know nothing about how he is, what he does or who he is a person. I do. He’s not yours, he never will be.” Tony shouts back at him. “You know what. There’s a word for men like you. Wanna know what it is?” Wade shouts back, his voice spitting venom. “Pae-“ Peter jumps up and turns to face Wade, cutting him off, “Don’t you fucking dare call him that. I’ll kick your ass myself. Don’t you ever fucking call him that. I’m basically seventeen already, what’s a few months early? I fucking initiated the relationship. I fucking came on to him. He said no. I carried on, and on, and on. Don’t you fucking blame him for something I started.” “Peter! Please! This isn’t right! This relationship isn’t right. It’s not even a relationship. It’s abuse!” Wade shouts back at him. “You don’t know nothing. There’s nothing abusive about this. It’s pure jealousy.” Peter tells him and Wade shakes his head. “I’m never gonna get through to you, am I?” Wade sighs, defeated. “No. Because what you’re saying is bullshit. It’s all bullshit.” Peter grits and then turns back to Tony. “Take me home, please.” Tony nods and starts to grab Peter’s bags that are next to the couch. “My phone, Wade.” Wade then reaches into his pocket and slaps the phone into Peter’s hand. “Don’t call me when this goes to shit. I’m done trying to help you.” Wade opens the door for them, looking away from them both. Tony and Peter leave in silence, walking down the stairs of the complex and out the doors. Tony loads the bags into the trunk and then opens the door for Peter to get into the car, before getting in himself. “To the Mansion, Happy.” Tony says before pressing for the divider to rise up, and pulling Peter close once it was up, never wanting the boy to leave his arms again. “I want you by my side forever.” Tony holds the boy close during the entire ride back to the mansion, Peter’s hand resting on his chest, Tony rubbing his thumb on his arm, and Peter resting his head on his shoulder. “You’re mine.” Tony tells him quietly. “I’m yours.” Peter confirms, and Tony smiles, giving him a little squeeze, and looking down, watching a smile appear on the teenagers face. “I can’t believe he almost called you... Ugh, I can’t even say it. I’m so fucking angry.” “Let it go, baby. If it doesn’t bother me, don’t let it bother you.” Tony said and kissed the top of his head, breathing him in for a moment. “Like you said, it’s jealousy. Jealousy that I have you. Jealousy that you sleep next to me. Jealousy that I get to hold you, kiss you... Fuck you. Everything he’ll never in his life get the chance to do. If he thought holding you while you cried was going to magically make you want him, he was an absolute fucking idiot.” Peter looks up at Tony and smiles. “I can’t wait to show the world that you’re mine. Letting every man, every woman know who you belong too. That they’ll never get a chance.” Tony finishes and Peter just grins. “You’re so possessive.” Peter laughed and Tony gave him a questioning look. “I love it. I love it when you’re like this. Not when you’re the crazy, angry possessive fuck. When you’re when the ‘he’s mine’ type of possessive.” Peter explains and Tony grins down at him. The car then comes to a stop and Peter pulls away from Tony as he pushes the button for the divider to slide down. “We’re here.” Happy says simply and Tony just nods, then opens the door, slipping out, and Peter getting out the other side, walking to the trunk to help Tony with his bags. Tony shuts the trunk and watches as Happy drives anyway from the mansion. “Come on, baby.” Tony says, walking to the doors and Peter follows behind him, following him into the house and through to the lounge, dropping his bags on the floor, and walking to sit down on the couch. Tony was soon sitting next to him, pulling him close again. Peter then shuffles so he was laying down, making Tony shift to the end of the couch, so Peter could put his head on his thighs. Tony’s hand then starts to run through his hair, playing with the locks. “Will I move in with you? You know, when everyone knows.” Peter asks and Tony nods. “If that’s what you want.” Tony replies and Peter smiles. “I’d like that. I wanna be waiting for you to come home when you go out, or on missions I don’t go on. Sleep next to you every night. All that stuff.” Peter explained and Tony gave him a little smile. “I want all of that too, baby.” Peter just looks up and smiles at Tony’s reply, Tony looking right back down at him. Tony’s other hand comes up to stroke Peter’s cheek, watching how he leans into the touch. “You’re so beautiful.” “What time is it? I’m tired.” Peter asks and Tony glances at his watch. “It’s only seven thirty, sweetheart. I got some work to do if you wanna go have a nap, I can wake you in a few hours or leave you to sleep. You’ll be tired after the day you’ve had. Plus, I need to go out. Go to Stark Industries. Need a phone.” Tony explains and Peter looked confused. “Why do you need a phone?” Peter asks. “I threw mine at a wall.” Tony tells him and Peter looks even more confused. “Why?” “It was after I got off the phone with Wade. You didn’t know he answered your phone?” Tony questions and Peter shakes his head. “He said it was no one. Figured it was just Ned or Michelle. Possibly Talia.” “Nope. It was me. Told me you didn’t wanna talk to me. Said thank you because now he had you or something. Said he was Daddy now, and hung up on me. That’s where I lost it.” Tony explains and Peter just sighs and shakes his head. “You’re my Daddy. You’re my boyfriend. You’re my everything. No one else will ever be that to me.” Peter tells him and Tony nods. “I know, baby. I know. Come on. Up. You can go for a nap and I’ll wake you when I’m back.” Tony says and Peter sits up and watches Tony stands up and offers his hand to him. Peter takes it, allowing Tony to pull him up and walk him to the bedroom. Tony helped Peter get undressed and dressing him in one of his own shirts which was way to big for him, and watches him crawl under the covers. Tony then sits on the edge of the bed and leans down to press a soft kiss to his lips. “Buy me something pretty.” Peter says quietly and Tony nods. “You got it, baby.” ———— Tony walks up to the counter at the jewellers, smiling at those who looked over to him, and waits for one of the sales assistants to be free. Eventually one walks over, a huge smile on her face. “Mr. Stark! What can I do for you today?” “Men’s bracelet, one I can get engraved. Most expensive ones.” Tony tells her and watches as she nodded and bends down and to go through the drawers, pulling out all the different styles, placing them on the counter in front of him. “How long does it take for them to be engraved?” “Usually, three to five days. But, for you, depending on what you have engraved, an hour or two. We can call you when it’s done.” She explains as Tony looks through all the bracelets. Tony finally settles on one, a simple chain link band with a gold plate settled in the middle. “Excellent choice. Who’s it for?” Tony just smiles. “Have you got something so I can write down what I want engraved? And can trust you to be discreet? Not share any of this?” Tony asks her. She then passes him a piece of paper and a pen. “Of course, Mr. Stark.” She says and Tony passes her the piece of paper. She glances at what was written and smiles. “What a lucky boy.” She comments and Tony grins. “That he is.” Tony replies. “Oh, you won’t be able to call, so I’ll just come back in two hours and collect it.” ———— “Baby, wake up.” Peter felt a little shake on his shoulder and slowly opens his eyes to find Tony perching on the edge of the bed. Peter smiles up at him and shuffles to sit up a little bit. Tony then passes him a box, wrapped up, and a white bow wrapped around it. “What’s this?” Peter smiles and Tony grins. “You wanted something pretty.” Tony says simply and Peter unwraps the box, and opening it, smiling down and pulling out the bracelet, inspecting it. “Turn it over.” Peter did so, and his smile got wider, and eye’s not leaning the bracelet in his hand. “‘Daddy’s favourite boy.’” Peter say, reading out what was engraved on the underside of the plate. “I love it. Thank you, Daddy.” Tony then takes the bracelet out of Peter's hand and Peter stretches his arm out, allowing Tony to fasten the bracelet his wrist. “I’ll never take it off.” “Good.” Tony replies. “You hungry?” Peter nods. “You wanna order in or I could cook.” Peter smirks. “I want pizza.” ———— Tony and Peter end up cuddled on the couch, Peter dressed in Tony’s shirt and his underwear, and Tony out of suit, and in sweatpants and a tank top, movie on the TV but neither of them really watching it, just sat in silence, Peter was laying against his chest, and Tony’s had his arms locked around his stomach, his head leaning down to rest on top of Peter’s. “Thank you for coming back to me.” Tony says quietly, against his hair. “I’ll always come back. It was just an argument that got out of hand. We both need to learn to just... Chill out.” Peter said and Tony nodded, kissing the top of his head and leaning his head back, bringing one of his hands up to play with his hair. Peter hummed happily and leaned into Tony’s touch. Peter then turns himself over in Tony’s arms, so he was laying down with his chest pressed against his, and looks up at him, his chin resting on Tony’s chest. Tony smiles, and runs his hands through Peter’s hair again. “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart.” Tony tells him quietly and loves how a slight blush washes over Peter’s cheeks. “I love you.” Peter whispers, before turning his head, facing the TV, and smiles when Tony whispers it back. Peter laid there for a few moments, eyes closed, Tony’s one hand playing with hair, and one hand rubbing his back. Peter pushes himself up a little, and slides down, pulling himself onto his knee’s in front of Tony. “What’s wrong, baby?” Tony asks, and Peter just shakes his head, before reaching his hand out, his hand coming down over the fabric covering Tony’s cock and massaging his hand their softly, feeling him harden underneath his hand, and watching as Tony let out a small, quiet groan, and closed his eyes. Peter then leans down to mouth over the fabric, before leaning up a little bit again and pulling Tony’s sweatpants and underwear down just enough so that his cock is free. Peter just about to wrap his hand around Tony’s cock when his hand is pushed away and Tony’s looking down at him, his own hand wrapping around the base. “Why should I let you have it?” Tony says and Peter whines. “Daddy, please. I want it.” Tony smirks, “You can’t keep getting stuff you just want, baby. You’ll end up being spoiled.” Peter know’s he’s joking but can’t help letting out a whine. “I thought you wanted to spoil me, Daddy.” Peter says innocently and Tony runs his hand up and down his cock, watching as Peter looked down, and darts his tongue out to wet his lips. “Please, Daddy.” Peter begs again. “You’re so pretty when you beg, baby.” Tony tells him and watches a blush spread across his cheeks. “But, I don’t think you deserve it.” Tony then sits up and moves Peter to the floor, kneeling in front of him, and removes his clothes, looking down at Peter still dressed, hard cock pressing against the fabric of his underwear. “I do, Daddy. Please let me.” Peter whined out and Tony chuckled, smiling down at him. Tony then leaned forward, his hand going to the top of Peter’s head, fingers tangling in his hair, and pull his head back, Peter’s mouth falling open as he did so, bringing his other hand up to run his thumb of Peter lips. “So pretty. My pretty baby.” Tony groans out, loving the sight of him. Tony then slides his thumb into Peter’s mouth, pad of his thumb pressing on his tongue, and then Peter’s mouth closing around it, sucking lightly, looking up at Tony through his lashes, tongue rubbing against the pad of his thumb. Tony then starts to pull his hand back, sliding his thumb back out and watching how Peter whines and chases after the thumb leaving his mouth. “Please. Please. I want your cock, Daddy. Please. I want it. Please.” Peter whines and Tony tuts and shakes his head a little bit. “You haven’t shown me how much you want it, baby.” Tony teases. “I do want it. I need it. I need you in my mouth, I wanna taste you, Daddy.” Peter says innocently, bouncing on his knee’s a little bit, and pouting, and whining. “I’ll be so good. You can do anything. I’ll do anything. You can fuck my throat, Daddy. Please.” “A wonderful offer, baby.” Tony watches as Peter shuffles forward on his knee’s, so he was up against the couch, and buries his head in Tony’s thigh. Tony’s hand then comes down to play with his hair, stroking his head. “You really wanna it, baby?” Peter just nods. Tony was just about to give in, give him what he wants, when Peter quickly moves his head and licks a stripe up his cock and is about to close his mouth around the tip. Tony pushes him back, so he’s sitting back on his legs and brings his hand up to place a light slap on his cheek, and points a finger at him. “No.” Peter then let’s out little pants, his mouth open and his chest rising and falling noticeably and Tony can’t read the expression on his face and quickly feels guilty, “Baby, I’m sorry, I won’t do that ag-“ “Harder.” Peter gasps out and Tony just looks at him. “Daddy, do it harder.” Tony then brings his hand across his cheek, slightly harder than the last one, and Peter moans, making Tony’s guilt fade away and somehow his cock feels like it’s gotten even harder. “Harder.” Peter moans again. Tony just looks at him, unsure, not knowing what to do. Peter then takes the opportunity to move forward, towards his cock again and bring his mouth down. Tony then pulls him back off and delivers a slap that echoes around the room and makes Peter’s head fall back, mouth open, and let out a loud moan. Tony then stands up, his cock in his hand, and pushes it harshly all the way into Peter’s mouth, his hands then going to his hair and pulling him down, feeling the boy splutter and gag around his cock. Tony’s then moving his hips, hands gripping Peter’s hair and forcing him up and down on his cock, meeting his own thrusts. Peter eye’s was locked on Tony’s, peaking up through his lashes, and his eyes wide and somehow still innocent. Tony was relentless in his assault, Peter gasping, coughing and gagging around his cock as he drove it down his throat, until he pulls Peter off. Peter’s lips were spit covered and plump, saliva dripping down his chin and gasping for breath. Tony brings a hand down from his hair so he could stroke his cock while watching as Peter caught his breath. “You okay, baby?” Tony asks and Peter nods. “More?” Tony asks again and Peter groans and shakes his head. “I want you to fuck me.” Peter says simply and Tony leans down to pull him up, and pulls off his shirt and then once Peter pulls off his underwear off, Tony bends him over the couch. “Just fuck me. Just do it. Make it hurt, Daddy.” Tony brings his hand down hard on Peter’s ass, making him jump forward and put his head down into the couch cushion, moaning into it. “No. You’ll wait there.” Tony tells him and then makes his way back to his room to grab the lube from out of the nightstand and then he makes his way back. Peter's still bent over, head down and panting a little. Tony stands behind him, pouring lube into his fingers before quickly working Peter open, and eventually pushing his cock into him, groaning and gripping his hips. Peter whines into the cushion, and pushes his hips back against Tony. “Fuck yourself on my cock, baby. Come on. Show Daddy how much you want it.” Tony tells him and Peter moans as he lifted his head up, grabs the top of the couch and moves himself forward before easing himself back. After he had worked himself up a bit, he starts to move himself faster, Tony groaning and rubbing a hand across his back. Peter then almost pulls completely off before slamming himself back, hard, getting Tony’s as deep as he could inside him, arching his back when Tony’s cock nudges his prostate and letting out a long moan. “Fuck me, Daddy. Please. Fuck me hard.” Peter begs, and Tony’s hand that had been rubbing Peter’s back returned to his hip, gripping tightly before starting to fuck into him, Peter whining and clutching the couch cushions, leaning slightly over the back of the couch, panting and gasping with each thrust, and pushing back on each thrust forward. Tony then leans forward, bringing a hand up to wrap around Peter’s throat, pulling him upright, his back flushed against Tony’s. Tony’s hand grips viciously around Peter’s throat, turning his moans in to gasps and gulps, while Tony violently fucks up into him. Tony then releases the grip on Peter’s throat, and moves his hand up to Peter’s mouth, clamping down over his nose and mouth, listening to the boy moaning and beg for air under his hand. “You’re such a good slut. So perfect. So fucking desperate.” Tony moans into Peter ear, and then eases his hand off his mouth for a moment, letting him breathe, before clamping it down once again. “You’d let me fuck you anywhere. In front of anyone. Let me show everyone that you belong to Daddy. You’re so needy. Always wanting my cock, always hungry for it. My perfect little whore.” Tony releases his hand and Peter drops back down over the couch, whining and moaning and pushing back hard to meet Tony’s already aggressive thrusts. “Daddy, I’m so close. Fuck, Daddy, please.” Peter begs and Tony fucks into him with everything he can muster, listening to Peter’s broken moans and choked back sobs and gasps. “Come for Daddy, baby.” Tony groans out and Peter did, biting down on the cushion, muffling his loud moans and whines, and rocked back onto Tony’s cock. “Come on, baby. Back on your knee’s.” Tony pulls out and stokes his cock as he watches as Peter scrambles to get on his knee’s for Tony, and instantly open his mouth. “You want my cock?” Peter just nods and Tony groans, guiding his cock into Peter’s mouth and watching as he bobs his head enthusiastically and moaning as he did so. “You’re so fucking filthy. Happy to suck my cock even after it’s been your tight little ass. Happy to take it however Daddy gives it to you. Keep going, baby. Daddy’s so close.” It wasn’t long until Tony’s hand were gripping Peter’s hair again, holding him place as he came, eyes shut and Peter humming happily around his cock. “Don’t swallow yet, baby.” Tony tells Peter, pulling his cock out of his mouth. “Let Daddy see.” Peter then opens his mouth, showing Tony his comes in his mouth. Tony runs a hand across his cheek before putting a finger under his chin, closing his mouth and watching the boy swallow the contents in his mouth. “What do you say, sweetheart?” Tony asks and Peter smiles. “Thank you, Daddy.” ————— 2_Days_Later_-_Monday. “Happy Birthday!!” Peter laughs when he sees Michelle, Ned and Talia standing by his locker with balloons and presents in their hands. Peter walks over and kisses Talia’s cheek and then kisses Michelle’s before hugging Ned. “Thank you, guys. You’re awesome. You didn’t need to get me anything.” Peter says, as they hand him the presents they got him. “Tell me you’re having a party!” Talia squeals and Peter nods. “At Tony’s. Like, at his house. His mansion.” Peter grins and Talia claps her hands together and Michelle and Ned give each other a high five. “It starts at 9, so make sure you’re there!” Peter laughs.   “Of course we will, dude.” Ned replies. ———— Tony's helping Peter into his suit, music flowing through the door, and the sound of people chatting away. Of course, Tony used Peter’s party as an excuse to network and invite a ton of people. “Can we talk for a minute?” Tony asks, pulling Peter away from his thoughts. “Of course.” Peter replies and Tony motions for him to sit down on the edge of the bed. Peter sits down and looks up at Tony. “What’s up?” “It’s about what happened on Saturday. I can’t get it outta my head, and I have questions.” “Okay...” Peter says slowly, slightly confused. “Well, more... I’ll just talk, I don’t know what to say really. Why... Why do you want me to hurt you? When we’re like that? Why... I mean, I know even before what happened, happened, we was a bit rough, but you’ve wanted it more than that since then. I mean, we gotta set some boundaries because yes, in the moment I did what I did, but I’ve hated myself since then.” Tony stumbles out, tripping over his words. “Don’t hate yourself. Please don’t. It’s nothing to do with what happened. I promise. I know you’re gonna do what you do without actually causing me real pain. I know if I need you to stop, that you’re gonna stop. I know that once were done, you’re gonna cuddle me up, give me a bottle of water, run me a bath, get me dressed and put me in bed. I know you’re going to take care of me. I have so much trust and love for you. I know you’d never really hurt me.” Peter explains and Tony nods. “When I said I enjoyed it with him... I didn’t really... because it was him. But, I thought of you, imagined it was you, which helped me get through it. I didn’t enjoy him, or what he was doing. I know that know. I enjoyed the thought of you doing that. I imagined you holding me after, telling me how good I was, how perfect and beautiful I am like you always do when we’re done.” “Okay, I understand now. I was just... You know, worried. But, boundaries. One, I’m not hitting you again. Not like that. Never. I don’t mind the spanking because I know you love that, but nowhere else. I’m not hitting you anywhere else. Two, no asking me to fuck you without prep. I won’t do it. I’ll never do it. Three, if it gets rough, it gets rough, no asking me to hurt you. Four, you have to tell me when it gets too much, no just sitting there and taking it.” Tony explains. Peter smiles and Tony walks over to him, his hands going around his waist, and Peter brings his hands up to rest on his shoulders. “That’s fine. I’m sorry if I’ve worried you, or made you feel guilty afterwards. I am. We’ll discuss before hand when we’re going to do anything. I’ll ask and you’ll tell me if that’s okay.” Tony just smiles and nods. “Now, can I talk to you about something?” “Of course, baby.” Tony replies. “Alright. I know you’ve explained it’s your insecurities and I understand, I do. I honestly do. I even think you do it sometimes without realising. Which is why we’ve really gotta talk, and if this can’t be solved then... I have to think if this is a relationship I can be in.” Peter let out a long breath before continuing. “The possessiveness. The controlling. It has to stop. I don’t mean the “you’re mine”, while we’re, you know, doing that, and I really don’t mind the whole “you belong to me” thing while we’re doing that. I love it even. But there’s a difference between the bedroom and everyday life. I need to be able to hang out with whoever I want. If I wanna sit next to my friends, and I’m really close to them, I need to be able to do that without fearing that you’re gonna yell at me later. If I wanna hang out with guys, who also like guys, then I should be able to do that. You can’t dictate to who I can have as friends, and how close I can be to them. You can’t expect me to only be around you. It has to stop. It has too, Tony.” Peter explains and looks up at Tony. “Okay. I promise I’ll work on it. But, you’ve got to stop putting me in situations that bring that out in me. You don’t need to be cuddled up to a guy, you don’t need to be flirting and being super close to someone. How would you feel if that was me doing that? I know my reaction to that isn’t right, but as I’ve explained, I’m so scared someone’s going to take you away from me. I’ll work on it. I promise, baby.” Tony promises. “Thank you. We can work on our issues together and make each other better. I love you, Daddy.” Peter says, leaning down and pressing a kiss to Tony’s lips. “I love you too, baby.” ——— “If I could have everyone’s attention.” Tony half shouts from the middle of the lounge and smiles when everyone turns to face him and listen to what he has to say. “First of all, Happy Birthday to Peter, I hope you’ve had a wonderful day. Secondly, if everyone wants to follow me outside. It’s time to give the birthday boy his present.” Tony’s smile got wider when he sees Peter's face light up at his words. Tony then turns and heads towards the front doors of the mansion, everyone following behind. When everyone eventually gathers outside, Tony walks around to the side of the mansion. Peter grins and was bouncing on his feet while he waits. “What’s he bought you?” Talia asks excitedly. “I’ve got no idea.” Peter replies. He knows they were supposed to go and pick out a car but they never got around to it. Tony then pulls up outside the mansions, and everyone squeals and gasps and Talia's laughing and tugging at Peter’s arm. Right in front of Peter is a Porsche 718 Cayman, in a dusty blue with a huge red bow on top and Peter can't do anything but grin. Tony then steps out of the car and smiles right at Peter. “What do you think?” Tony shouts over to Peter. Peter just rushes over to Tony, looking up at him and desperately wanting to jump in his arms and kiss him all over. “I love it so much. Thank you so much, Mr. Stark!” Peter says instead, but quickly adds, quietly so only Tony could hear. “Thank you, Daddy.” Tony just grins down at him. You’re the best, Daddy. Everyone makes their way back inside, Tony announcing that it was time for Peter to open everyone else’s presents. Peter must have been sat on the floor for an hour, opening and saying thank you over and over and over until he finally got to the last one, so thankful that it was over. His fingers hurt and he was bored. The only present he could focus on was the bracelet on his wrist that Tony had got him 2 days prior and the car sitting outside in the driveway. “Honestly, thank you so much everyone. I’m so grateful.” Peter says and watches as everyone smiles down, people who didn’t even know him, and the ones who did. Everyone then starts to group together, the music resuming and everyone going back to whatever they was doing before. Peter gets up and walks over to where his Aunt and Tony are standing, talking talking, his Aunt hugging him when he got close enough. Peter just can't wait for the party to be over, for Friday to be here already, so he can thank Tony properly for his present.     Chapter End Notes Comments help me know how I’m doing. Love to you all as always!! ***** Is it such a sin for me to take what’s Mine? ***** Chapter Summary Peter smiles innocently at him before quickly raising his hand and knocking the bottle, water going over Tony’s face and down his shirt. Peter just bursts out laughing and has to grip the counter to stop him from curling over. “You little shit.” Tony puts the bottle down and steps forward towards Peter, but Peter’s already running over to the other side of the lab. Tony laughs. “You’re in shit when I catch you.” Chapter Notes It’s all updated! Finally! A new chapter should be up tonight. Tomorrow at the very latest! Those who read the previous version know’s there was a cheeky threesome thrown in, and I had it saved and was going back and forth on whether to include it. But! I decided that I am gonna include it. It’s a one time thing. It won’t get mentioned or anything in later chapters, little references and stuff might be made but you can literally skip over it if you don’t fancy reading it! The song used for the title has been added to the playlist, and tbf has nothing to do with the fic, the other ones I feel kinda flow with the fic, but I had this song on repeat for the last three days and ugh, I can’t even Enjoy mah bros See the end of the chapter for more notes 2_Months_Later._-_Saturday. Two weeks. Two more weeks and Peter and Tony could finally be a real couple. Real dates. Actually going out together. Holding hands in public. No more secrets. The last two months had been heaven for Peter. Him and Tony hadn’t argued once, school was going great, he was getting better with each training session with Steve, and he’s falling in love with Tony more each day. Tony had been working hard on his issues, holding back and keeping his mouth closed when he’d usually scold Peter when he finally got him alone. They’d had one slip up when Talia had been sat on Peter’s lap, cuddled close and it almost ended in argument but Tony quickly collected himself and apologised before it could turn into something major. Peter was really proud of him and their relationship had never been stronger. “Can we start dropping hints?” Peter asks, standing next to Tony watching him work on a new suit. “About what? Us? How?” Tony asks. “Like this.” Peter says, and pulls out his phone, grabbing Tony’s hand and intertwining his fingers, looking up at Tony, who looks extremely confused, before holding his phone over their hands and taking a picture. “Lemme post it. I’ll think of a caption. And then, in a few days, you can post one, like of us, but no faces or anything. Something like I just did. And then it looks like it’s only just started and it gives us like... backstory.” Peter explains and Tony looks at him and smiles. “Not a bad idea. You’re so smart. Go ahead.” Tony says and Peter laughs a little before walking over to sit down and edits the picture so it looks better, and posts it. “Where’d you post it?” Tony asks. “Instagram. Get’s more attention.” Peter says and then all of a sudden there's notifications flowing through his phone. “Okay, people have questions. Asking who.” Peter laughs and Tony grins and shakes his head. “I’ll just say it’s a secret. I love messing with people. Ooh! I should change my bio, put today’s date in it, so it looks like it just happened.” Peter says, and then laughs. “I’m such a teenager, I hate myself.” Tony bursts out laughing. ———— After an hour Peter stretches and gets up and walks over to Tony, who’s sipping from a bottle of water. Peter smiles innocently at him before quickly raising his hand and knocking the bottle, water going over Tony’s face and down his shirt. Peter just bursts out laughing and has to grip the counter to stop him from curling over. “You little shit.” Tony puts the bottle down and steps forward towards Peter, but Peter’s already running over to the other side of the lab. Tony laughs. “You’re in shit when I catch you.” “Try it, old man.” Peter laughs at him and runs to the elevator and slamming down on the button, and Peter bouncing on his feet, as Tony gets closer, then the doors finally open and Peter runs inside and slams the button to close the doors quicker and Tony runs to the steps, hoping to beat Peter. The elevator finally goes up and Peter sprints out when the doors open, running to try and find somewhere to hide, he’s making his way through the lounge when Tony’s coming through the door on the other side, a smirk on his face. “Oh, fuck!” Peter laughs out and turns and runs back, crashing into someone’s chest, he looks up and he laughs. “Steve! You gotta help me.” Peter laughs, and gets behind Steve, who laughs. “What’s going on?” Steve says and Peter’s still laughing. “He was drinking water and I smacked the bottle in his face!” Peter squeals out and Steve laughs harder. “Hand him over. You’re my friend, not his.” Tony laughs and Peter throws up his middle finger at him and laughs. “You cheeky little shit. You wait till I get my hands on you.” “You won’t do. Steve’s protecting me.” Peter smiles innocently and Tony groans. “I am?” Steve asks, turning his head to look at Peter, and smirks at him when Peter’s laughter dies down. “You wouldn’t.” Peter smiles at him and before Peter can react Steve’s turned and got hold of him, picking him up and Peter’s laughing and squealing and Steve brings him to the middle of the lounge and Steve’s dropping to his knees to place Peter on the floor on his back and suddenly Tony’s stood in front of him. Tony kneels down, and grabs Peter’s feet dragging them so they’re straight and sitting down on his legs before leaning down and starting to tickle his sides and Steve follows, trapping Peter’s arms under him and starts to tickle his stomach. “You’re both evil.” Peter squeals out and manages to get his legs free from Tony, and leans up to bite Steve’s arm and pulls his arms free when Steve jumps a little from the shock, he just manages to turn over when Tony’s captures his legs again, his hands going back to Peter’s sides. Peter decides to get brave, and hopefully do something that’ll shock them enough for him to run and then he’ll apologise later. Just as Steve leans over to help Tony, sitting back on his arms, Peter’s just close enough to place his open mouth over where Steve’s cock is trapped under his sweatpants. Steve and Tony’s hand freeze but the weight on his arms and legs doesn’t disappear. Just when Peter’s about to lift his head up to apologise and explain that it was just a plan to get free, Tony’s hand is on his head, pushing his mouth hard on to Steve and Steve lets out a groan. Tony’s then shifting, the weight from his legs gone and the hand coming off his head. Steve then lifts up a little and Peter’s arms are pulled free and he turns back over onto his back, panting a little from all the laughing and squealing. “I don’t know what you’re turning around for, baby. You’ve started something. I suggest you finish it.” Tony says, standing, looking down at Peter, his voice low and Peter can see that his cock has gotten harder. “Back over.” Peter nods and turns back over, raising a little on his knees and elbows, and looks back up at Steve. Steve smiles down, and brings his hand down to run through his hair. “Pull on it.” Tony says and Steve looks up at him. “Trust me.” Tony tells him and Steve pulls on Peter’s hair, tilting his head back, and Peter lets out a filthy moan. Steve grins and shifts forward, pulling Peter back down to mouth over his cock, and Tony’s kneeling back down, his hands going around to undo Peter jeans, and pulls them down, his underwear along with it, and them both pooling around his knees. Peter moans around the fabric, licking over Steve’s hardening cock underneath. Tony then brings a hand down hard on Peter ass hard and Peter lifts his head up and leans back a little, moaning loudly. “Shouldn’t... shouldn’t we go to a room or something? What if someone walks in.” Peter gasps out and moans as Tony rubs a finger over his hole. “Everyone’s on a mission. We won’t get interrupted.” Steve tells him, and reaches his hand into his sweatpants and pulls out his cock. “Come on, now.” Peter whines and leans forward again, licking a stripe up Steve’s cock. “Need lube, I’ll be back in a minute.” Tony says and Peter hears him as he shuffles to get up and walks out the room. Peter then wraps his mouth around the tip of Steve’s cock and sucks lightly. Steve’s hand goes back to his hair, moaning lowly. Peter hums happily and keeps sucking and rubbing his tongue against the tip. Soon enough, Tony’s back, kneeling behind him, and groaning at the sight. “You look so pretty, baby.” Tony tells him and Peter moans and starts to lower his mouth further down onto Steve’s cock. He takes as much as he can before starting to gag around it, he’s about to pull off but Tony’s hand joins Steve’s hand on his hair. “Breathe through your nose, you know you can do it, baby.” Peter whines the best he can with a cock nudged at the back of his throat, and Steve helps pull his mouth further down, Peter’s mouth eventually reaching the base and Steve moaning. Peter hears the bottle of lube open and shorty after Tony’s pressing a finger into Peter, making him whine all over again. Steve waits a few moments before pulling Peter up by his hair and then slowly pushing him back down again. “Fuck, that feels so fucking good.” Steve moans out and Tony chuckles, finally pressing in another finger and slowly stretching him out. Steve’s now making Peter’s mouth move up and down his cock, moaning loud, his head back and eyes closed. The head of Tony’s cock is now pushing into Peter and Peter can’t do anything else but moan and suck the best he can while Steve’s forcing his head up and down. “So fucking tight.” Tony’s groans out as he finally pushes all the way in. Steve’s now no longer moving Peter, he’s just snapping his hips up into his mouth, and fucking deep into his throat. “So pretty, so perfect.” Tony moans out as he starts to thrust slowly in and out of Peter. Steve lets go of Peter’s hair and Peter lifts his head up, pulling his mouth of Steve’s cock, moaning and gasping as Tony starts to thrust harder. Tony’s hand then goes to his hair, pulling Peter’s head back by his hair, and pulling him back to meet his thrusts, groaning loudly. Tony’s soon pulling out, letting go of his hair and flipping Peter over so he’s on his back and Tony’s slamming back into him, making Peter arch his back up and gasp loudly. “You take Daddy’s cock so well, baby. Always take it so well.” Tony’s moaning as he fucks hard into Peter and Steve leans over, sliding his cock into Peter’s open mouth, slowly thrusting himself in and out. Peter’s moans sending vibrations down his cock, making him moan in return. Peter’s hand comes down to start stroking himself, and is surprised when his hand isn’t slapped away like it usually is. Tony’s pounding into him harder, and Steve’s cock is pushing hard down his throat and Peter can’t get enough. Peter’s stroking himself hard and faster, and soon enough he’s coming on to his stomach, his release sneaking up on him. Tony and Steve don’t give up though, and Peter’s just whining and moaning the best he can do. Tony’s got a vicious grip on his hips and and is fucking in relentlessly and Steve is pulling himself out of Peter’s mouth to stroke himself as he cums, his come covering Peter’s face and swollen lips. Tony follows shortly after, pulling out himself and cuming onto Peter’s stomach, all three panting heavy. “Holy shit.” Peter says and Tony and Steve just laugh. “Oh god.” Peter groans, “This is gonna be so awkward now.” “No, don’t be silly. One time thing and it was fun.” Steve says and Peter looks up at him to return his smile. “I’m surprised you even let this happen.” Steve says looking over at Tony. “Yeah... me too. Just happened though, really.” Tony says and Steve nods. “I think I’ve got carpet burn on my knees again.” Peter giggles out and Tony and Steve just laugh at him. ———— Sunday. Michelle - 8:46am. TONY’S INSTAGRAM. Michelle - 8:47am. IS THAT YOU? Michelle - 8:47am. That better be you, or he’s cheating. Peter quickly pulls up Tony’s Instagram and finds a picture of himself, faced away, and fast asleep, cuddled up under the covers in Tony’s bed, with the caption, ‘Gorgeous.’ Peter smiles and gets out of bed, quickly texting Michelle back. Peter - 8:50am. Yeah, that’s me!   Michelle - 8:50am. Dude, that's insane. Peter makes his way to the lounge where he finds everyone sitting around the room, Tony in his usual chair, eyes on the TV as the celebrity new’s starts. The first thing to come up was, of course, Tony’s latest post, the reporter questioning who his new love interest was, and what happened between him and Pepper. “I only posted it forty minutes ago.” Tony laughs and Peter walks over, sitting in the arm of Tony’s chair, putting his arm around Tony’s shoulder and resting the side of his head against Tony's. “Well, we’ve started. No going back now.” Tony keeps his eyes on the screen, smiling. Everyone's having their own little conversations themselves until the room falls silent and the only sound is coming from the TV. “In other news, billionaire Shae Woods has been found to be having a relationship with a minor, and faces up to seven years imprisonment. The boy is alleged to be fifteen years old. Mr. Woods insisted that the relationship was consensual...” Peter watches as Tony’s smile fades and the colour drains from his face. “I know him. I’ve worked with him.” Tony says, quietly. “That could easily be me. That could so easily be me.” “Hey, it’s okay. It’s not gonna happen to us. We’ve done it. We’ve got past it. Don’t worry.” Peter reassures him and Peter's glad when Tony gives him a small nod. “No ones gonna find out the past. We’ll be fine.” “I hope so.” Tony replies, his voice still quiet and Peter kisses the top of his head. Tony then pulls him off the arm of the chair and onto his lap and cuddles him close, Peter’s legs going either side of his own. Tony then hides his head between Peter’s neck and shoulder, arms locking tight around Peter, and Peter’s hands go to the top of his head and starts playing with his hair. “We’ll be okay.” ————— The next day Peter walks into school and suddenly is pulled to one side by Talia who's grinning at him and holding up the picture Tony had posted the day before. “Bitch, if you think I don’t know that’s you in Stark’s bed in that picture then you’re a fucking idiot. You lucky little shit.” Talia whispers excitedly and Peter laughs. “How long? Does it go as far back as that first night I came to the facility?” Not yet. Tell her at a later point. “No, it literally just happened. I thought he was looking at you that night... But, I guess he wasn’t.” Peter replies, smiling. “I’m so happy for you, seriously.” Talia tells him, making Peter’s smile even bigger. “Thank you. It means a lot.” Peter then offers his arm which Talia takes and they walk together down the hall. Michelle and Ned were standing in their usual spot. “Hey guys.” “Hello, future Mr. Stark.” Michelle says, a bit too loudly for Peter’s liking. “Shh! Seriously. Are you crazy?” Peter asks her and she just smiles. “Calm down. No ones listening. We’re just happy that soon you get to have this weight of your shoulders and you can both be together properly. Like, a real couple. How long until you officially like, announce it?” Michelle asks. “Tony’s fiftieth. His birthday party. That’s the plan for now. If it comes to it and we feel it isn’t the right time then we’ll decided on another time.” Peter explains, before laughing a little. “And it’ll Parker-Stark thank you very much.” Talia giggles, before looking up at Peter, “Hey! I got something to ask you. Like, privately.” “Sure, walk with me.” Peter says. Peter and Talia then wave to Michelle and Ned as they walk away together down the hall. “What’s up?” “You know last game night? How I ended up like, half sat on Bruce’s lap... Well, we’ve been texting a lot-“ “You talk to Bruce? What?” Peter interrupts, a smile on his face. “Shh, lemme talk. Anyway, he gave me his number before I left that night, and we’ve been talking nonstop. But, I think it’s innocent on his end, like he’s just talking to me, you know. But, I’m kinda starting to like him. He won’t go for me, right? Because of my age? I mean, I know I’ve just turned eighteen and all, and like, not a minor, but-“ “Okay, stop rambling. Do you need to me to do some digging?” Peter asks and Talia nods. “Alright. I call Tony later. You know, I never thought Bruce would be your type.” ————— “She likes Bruce? How’d that happen?” Tony asks and Peter laughs, putting his phone on loudspeaker while he got undressed for bed. “You know last Friday? She had her legs over his? and they were just sort of, quietly talking? Well, he gave her his number. They’ve been talking nonstop apparently.” Peter explains, taking his phone back off loudspeaker and lifting up to his ear and climbing into bed. “I’ll talk to him, see if I can get anything out of him. I honestly don’t think he would date someone so young. I mean, the way he acted towards us speaks volumes.” “Yeah, but I was sixteen. That was his problem.” Peter points out. “I suppose you're right. Anyway, tell Daddy all about your day.” ————— 4_Days_Later_-_Friday. “Your socks are so cute.” Peter says, pointing out Talia’s white socks with frills around the top. “I know! I love them. I bought like 15 different pairs. Knee highs too, like, with the frills.” Talia replies, smiling and putting her legs over Peter’s legs, the bottom of her legs falling between Peter’s, and cuddling close. “Are you two actually gonna play games with us or just keep complimenting each other?” Michelle laughs out and Ned hums in agreement, a smile on his face. “Shh, we like telling each other how cute we are.” Talia giggles out. “Extremely cute.” Tony speaks out from the doorway, with a genuine smile on his face Bruce stood next to him, and Peter grins. “Hi, Daddy.” Peter says without thinking, looking over at Tony. and Talia squeals. “Okay. Yes.” Talia laughs and Peter laughs back at her, his grin still on his face. “I’ll never get used to that. Never.” Ned says, making Michelle join in with the laughter. Tony shakes his head and chuckles as he walks over to the couch were Peter and Talia are cuddled together and sits down, Bruce following and sitting next to Tony. “We should play Mario Kart.” Peter suggests quietly. “For the hundredth time, you cheat at Mario Kart. You are banned for Mario Kart.” Michelle jokes and Peter pouts at her. Talia then stands up and grabbing Peter’s hand to pull him up, asking him to go with her to get a drink. “Get me and Bruce a whisky, dear.” Tony says to Talia. “Of course.” Talia replies as she and Peter walk to the kitchen, hand in hand. “Took me a long time to get used to the closeness those two have, but, I can see how adorable it is now. I love how close they are.” Tony tells Bruce, turning his head to look at him. “I’m glad you’re working on that. And yeah, they’re very cute together.” Bruce replies and Tony smiles. “I’m glad I worked on it too. Peter’s been happier since I’ve... calmed down, I suppose. It’s been hard, but, I’m getting there. With Talia, that jealousy and anger has gone, I know now that they’re just friends. It’s just... other male friends. Like, he mentioned some guy at school, and it was totally innocent, Peter just helped him in a class or something, and it’s like it lights a fire in me.” “No, I get that. Especially after what happened.” Bruce comments. “No, Bruce. I didn’t know it at the time, but I was like way before what happened. It was like, once I had him, I’ve had a thought in my head that I have to do everything to keep him, and the thought of somebody else touching him drives me insane.” Tony explains and Bruce just nods. “Peter told me he’s proud of you.” Michelle interjects, not looking from the screen, fingers flicking away with the controller and Ned hums in agreement and Tony grins. “I can see that you two are happier. I haven’t heard of any arguments, and I’ve noticed you’re happier to let him go and hang out with whoever he wants. You’re getting there, Tony. Slowly, but surely.” Bruce says afterwards, smiling at Tony. Peter and Talia then step back into the room. Peter walking to the left of the couch towards Tony, and Talia to the right towards Bruce. Peter then pushes on Tony’s leg with his foot when he was close enough to get him to move up, to make space in the middle for him and Talia to sit down. Peter then sits down when Tony moves up, his legs going over Tony’s leg, just how Talia was a moment ago, and pass Tony his glass, smiling up with him, turning his body more towards Tony and cuddling into him when Tony’s arm comes round his shoulder. Peter glances back to Talia to find she was sitting with Bruce the same way he was with Tony and smiles. “I love you.” Peter says quietly, and Tony leans down to press a kiss to the top of his head. “I love you too, baby.” “We’ve gotta go. We’ve been called in. All of us.” Steve speaks out, walking into the room, pulling Peter and Tony from their moment. Tony sighs and untangles himself from Peter, standing up. “All of us.” “Nope. Hell no. Not happening. He stays here.” Tony says and Bruce nods in agreement with Tony, and stands up himself. Talia the shuffles close to Peter and they cuddle together looking up at everyone in the room. “The agreement was he started missions at eighteen. It’s staying that way.” Tony continues. “It’s a small mission. Quicker if we’re all together. We need his help.” Steve explains and Tony lets out a small laugh. “I said no. It’s not happening.” Tony repeats and Steve sighs. “We’ve all been called. We all need to go.” Steve repeats back at him. “He’s not even an official Avenger yet. He doesn’t need to go at all.” Tony argues back. “Surely it should be up to him? I mean, he can make his own choices.” Michelle interjects. “Michelle, dear, please don’t.” Tony says, rubbing a hand over his face. “No! You were supposed to be working on this. He’s not a child. Let him make his own decisions.” Michelle argues. “I had an agreement that he wouldn’t do any missions until he’s eighteen. You already know that.” Tony half shouts at her. “Who are you guys talking about?” Talia asks and Tony shakes his head. “Doesn’t matter, dear.” Tony sighs out. “Me. They’re talking about me.” Peter tells her and Talia looks at him in confusion. “I wanna go. I wanna help.” Peter says, directing his words towards Tony. “Wait. Why are they talking about you?” Talia asks and Peter just waves her off. “No! Jesus! For once do not argue with me.” Tony tells him and Michelle sniggers. “So much for working on your issues.” Michelle pipes up sarcastically. “Okay, do you want to leave? Because I can have a car called and you’ll go and never come back.” Tony tells her, his voice laced with anger. “Okay, no. Don’t talk to her like that.” Peter says, standing up and walking to Tony. “Don’t ever talk to my friends like that. Why are you being such an asshole?” “We’re not arguing about this. You’re staying here.” Tony orders, putting his hands in his pockets and looking down at him. “Fine.” Peter sulks, and shrugs, looking down. Tony sighs and pulls his hands back out of his pockets and stretches out a hand to pull Peter into him but Peter moves back, not looking at him. “Baby, come on, don’t be like that.” Tony begs quietly. “Just go.” Peter replies quietly, turning and walking back to sit with Talia. Talia wraps her arms around him and pulls him close, looking up at Tony. Tony sighs and turns around, waving for everyone to walk out. ————— Tony walks into his bedroom a little after five in the morning to find Peter fast asleep in his bed, one of Tony’s shirts and a pair of his underwear, one leg thrown over the covers, cuddling his arms around it, one hand flat under his head, and the other one clutching the sheets. Tony smiles and walks over, climbing onto the bed and pulling the teenager close. Peter then wakes up and shuffles himself out of Tony’s arms, and moving to the edge of the bed. “Come on, you can’t be that mad at me. You came and slept in here when you could have easily just slept in your own room with Talia. But, no. You’re here, waiting for me.” Tony says to him quietly. “Just let me hold you. I’m tired and I wanna fall asleep with my baby boy in my arms. Let Daddy hold you, sweetheart.” “No. Sleep on your side.” Peter mumbles out. “Daddy shouldn’t have been an asshole, then maybe he’d get what he wants.” Tony groans and leans his head down onto Peter’s back, his hand going to Peter’s hip. “I’m sorry, baby. I shouldn’t have been like that.” Tony apologises and lifts his head back up when Peter shuffles to turn over and face him. Peter then moves close to Tony chest and Tony wraps an arm around his waist, pulling him close and sliding his other arm under the pillow that Peter’s head was resting on. “You’re still an asshole. But, thank you for apologising.” Peter says and Tony smiles. “Get undressed, you can’t sleep in your clothes.” Tony laughs and gets out of bed, pulling his shirt off.   —————   Tony woke up slowly, to find a warm wet heat around his cock, he groaned, opened his eyes and tilted his head down to find Peter looking back up at him, his lips stretched around his cock and sucking lightly. Peter let out a small moan before pulling off, and bringing his hand up to slowly stroke Tony’s cock. “Good morning, Daddy.”   “Oh my God.” Tony moans out before adding, “Good morning, baby,” His hand coming down to run through Peter’s hair. “Come on, baby, back too it.” Peter smiles and guides Tony’s cock back into his mouth, Tony’s fingers gripping his hair. “Such a good boy. What a lovely way to wake me up.” Peter hums happily around Tony’s cock at the praise, his head bobbing up and down, and his other hand working the part of Tony’s cock he couldn’t reach, twisting and stroking.   “Hand away, baby, I know you can take it.” Tony moans out and Peter moves his hand away as Tony slowly pushes his head down with the hand that's gripping his hair. Tony almost gets him right down before Peter’s gagging and coughing around his cock. Tony pulls him off, panting. “You’re getting so good, baby. Take a minute, we’ll try again.” Peter nods his head and looks up at Tony through his lashes. Tony takes this moment to sit up, and Peter shuffles forward, laying down on his stomach.   “Ready?” Tony asks, and Peter nods. Tony then grabs hold of his cock, and guides Peter’s head down again onto his cock, pushing him slowly down, and groans once Peter manages to take the entire length. “You’re such a good boy. You’re so good for Daddy. You look so pretty with my cock down your throat.” Tony moans out as Peter moans at the praise, the best he can with a cock stuffed in his mouth, holding Peter there for a moment before pulling him back up, and taking his hand away from his hair.   Peter just about to dive back down when there’s a knock on the door and Tony groans in annoyance. “Go answer it since you’re dressed.” Peter nods and gets up off the bed and Tony covers himself with the covers. Peter opens the door to find Pepper on the other side.   “Hey, come in.” Peter says smiling and Pepper walks in and Peter closes the door.   “What’s up?” Tony asks.   “Chase Summers has been arrested.” Pepper says simply and Tony looks at her confused.   “Why?”   “Caught with a thirteen year old. Like, red handed. In the act. So, Peter’s not the only one. Apparently there’s more. If Peter comes forward he can get more time.” Pepper explains and Tony shakes his head.   “No. He’s not doing that.” Tony replies.   “Yeah, he’s kinda right for once. I mean, he’s been caught. I can only add four years, if that. He’s going away for much longer than that, right?” Peter says and Pepper nods.   “I just thought I’d come and tell you. But, that now means we’re in bad books because we essentially hired him and he’s been charged before and that slipped past us.” Pepper says to Tony.   “He’s been charged before? How didn’t we know that? What the fuck, Pepper? You hired him!” Tony half shouts, sitting up more.   “We ran the background check! There was nothing! We’ve also now no longer got a head of design and manufacturing in Miami. So, we’ve also gotta find someone quick.”   “I don’t really give a shit about that right now! How did that get past us? How the fuck does that happen?” Tony continues.   “She doesn’t know. Stop it.” Peter says, his words aimed at Tony.   “Be quiet. Adults talking.” Tony says quickly.   “Fuck you, Tony. I’m sick of you talking to me like that.” Peter says and disappears out the door.   “Well done. I thought you was working on that.” Pepper says sarcastically.   “Just go do your job and find someone and sort this. I have a headache.” Tony replies.   ————   “I don’t know how much more I can take. He’s such a child. He was doing so good. We haven’t had an argument or even a blip for a good two months. And now it’s slowly slipping back. What do I do?” Peter asks Talia. Both of them sitting close together on the couch, their hands intertwined and Talia rubbing her thumb over the back of Peter’s hand as he speaks.   “Babe, I don’t know. He loves you, but he’s gotta quit doing this shit. Maybe if you spent some time apart from him... he might realise and it might make the change happen quicker. If he feels like you’re really gone... I dunno, it might work, it might not.” Talia suggests. “You’re here all the time. You’re only supposed to be here weekends and now you’re here like five days a week, he’s picking you up from school and taking you home really late.”   “Nah, it’s not that. We enjoy being around each other. I just don’t enjoy whenever he gets a little upset he comes at me. ‘Adults talking’, like what the fuck? Why does he feel the need to keep treating me like a kid?” Peter asks, feeling his anger rising. “I have a horrible feeling that we’re just gonna go back to how it was. He wasn’t controlling but he was so possessive. I could see him getting angry even if someone looked at me for too long.”   “Power imbalance.” Talia says simply.   “What?”   “Power imbalance.” Talia repeats. “He’s older. He’s more powerful, in terms of money, his work, the way he carries himself. I mean, you call him Daddy. That adds to the power he has over you. I know it’s only a word but, in his head, that gives him another hold over you. You’re his baby, he has to protect that. Tony’s heart is in the right place, but his mouth runs faster than his brain, and his actions are fucking stupid. You’re never going to have an equal relationship. Yes, he needs to respect you more. Yes, he needs to quit talking to you like shit and needs to stop that possessive shit. But, he will always have a power over you.”   “I never thought about that.” Peter says, not knowing what to say. “When it comes to that, in the bedroom, I don’t mind it. I really don’t. But, out here, in public and around people, and in everyday life, I want to be his equal.”   “Then... you need to talk to him. You need to tell him that. Repeat it until you get sick of it. Make him listen. And, if nothing changes then you need to walk away.” Talia tells him and Peter nods.   ————   Peter walks into Tony’s lab later on the day, having ignored him and walked out of any room he walked into, finally ready to talk to him.   “You gonna walk out here too? Because if you’re trying to avoid me this is the worst place to attempt that.” Tony says to him, keeping his eyes on the screen in front of him, clearly pissed off.   “No. I wanna talk.” Peter explains and Tony scoffs.   “I’ve been trying to talk to you all day. You kept walking away from me.”   “I’ve been thinking of what I need to say. I can’t think straight when you’re in the room.” Peter says with a half smile and Tony finally turns on his chair too look at him.   “Talk.” Tony says, his hands linking together in his lap.   Peter sighs. “I think... we need to take sometime apart.”   “I fucking knew it.” Tony says and shakes his head and laughs a little bit. “You know... you’re not so perfect, Peter. You have your issues. Do you see me leaving you because of them?”   “What issues? What real issues? I don’t talk down to you. I don’t tell you who can and can’t be around. I don’t yell at you when someone gets a little too close. I’m not possessive. I’m not controlling. I don’t treat you like a child. I don’t think that you should be following me around and doing everything I say. I know I can be a little shit, and I know there’s been times I’ve said stuff I shouldn’t have. Yes, we all get angry and we do that, we say stuff we don’t mean, but, you... You take it too far.” Peter tells him, his voice raising slightly. “And you did leave me. You told me to go.”   “But, I came and got you back. Because I realised sending you away was a mistake.” Tony replies. “If you wanna leave, then leave. But there’s no time apart. If you leave, you leave for good. I’m not playing these games.”   “It’s not a game!” Peter half shouts. “This is us! And you have shit to work on that you’re not willing to work on! You keep slipping back. You was doing so well. We was finally getting there, but you had to fuck it up.”   “No, you had to fuck it up. You had to go and let him fuck you. You had to dance with Wade. You had to kiss him, and then go back and text him behind my back, and then... You’re driving around with him! You would have known that night in the kitchen wasn’t me. You had to be so close to your little girlfriend. You have to keep pushing me.”   “I can’t talk to you.” Peter says, “I can never talk to you. You call me a child but look at the way you’re acting. Look at how you treat me.”   “You’re not leaving me.” Tony says quietly.   “I don’t think that’s your choice, Tony. We need time apart.” Peter watches as Tony stands up and rubs his hand over his face, and then watches how his expression turns soft and it looks like he’s about to cry.   “I’m sorry. Please. I’m sorry. I don’t want you to go. I want you here, with me. I want you by my side forever.” Tony walks over to Peter, hands in his pockets and looking down at him.   “We need some time apart.” Peter repeats.   “Baby, no. I’ll work on it. I’ll get better. Look... We can go to Malibu. You wanted to go for your birthday, right? I’ll take you right now. We don’t even have to wait until my birthday anymore. I’ll just... Tip of the paparazzi and I’ll take you shopping and... then it’ll be out and we don’t have to wait anymore. I’ll get you whatever you want. Or, we’ll stay in. The entire time you want to be there. Talia and Bruce could come too. We could have however long you want there. I’ll call your school and your Aunt and tell them that you’re both needed.” Tony begs. Peter just looks at him and Tony sighs. “Baby, please. Let me make this up to you. We’ll go and you and Talia can decide what we do there.”   “I want something else too.” Peter says and Tony nods. “I wanna go on missions.”   “Baby...” Tony starts and then pauses and looks around. “Fine. But, not major ones. Only the ones where they call two or three of us. Those are less dangerous and I have to protect you. Plus, we promised your Aunt that you wouldn’t do any until you’re eighteen.” Tony says.   “I better go pack and tell Talia.” Peter replies and smiles. “You have so much making up to do. Big time. And no, we’re waiting for your birthday. We have it planned. We need to stick to it.”   —————   “So, we’re going to Malibu? You was arguing and he wants to make it better by taking you to Malibu?” Talia asks and Peter looks at her in confusion. “You realise you’re being bought, right?” Talia continues. “‘Stay, baby, Daddy will buy you nice things.’ Are you a fucking idiot?”   “It’s not like that. He’s not buying me. You think I’m that kinda person? I wanted to go back to Malibu for my birthday. He said no because of something that happened there. But, now that problem isn’t there anymore. So, he’s happy to take me there. I wanna go to Malibu. I loved Malibu with Tony. He was so calm, and so lovely and nothing like how he usually is.” Peter explains and Talia gives him a half smile.   “I just don’t want you to be hurt. I really don’t. You and Tony are so good together, the way you look together is insane. I mean that in a good way. You’re so suited. But, he has deep issues and you can’t forget them because he’s whisking you away.”   “I know. Don’t worry, I know. He took care of me while we were there, and in that time I think that’s the most love I’ve ever felt.” Peter says, it leaves his mouth quicker than his brain can process what he said.   “Wait. You said this just happened....” Talia says suspiciously.   “It has. But, in Malibu is when I first felt like, ‘Oh my God, I love him.’ I’ve felt like I was in love with him for months and actually being with him has proved to me that I really am.” Peter says, and is thankful and relieved when Talia smiles.   Nice save, you idiot.   “That’s so lovely. But, I’m gonna need that story on what went down there.” Talia says and Peter nods.   —————   Tony and Bruce pack all their bags into the car while Peter and Talia get in and soon enough they were on their way to Tony’s private jet and Peter just couldn’t wait. Tony’s hand resting on its usual place, on Peter’s thigh as he drives. Peter then pulls his phone out, loads up the camera app and snaps a picture of Tony’s hand. Tony then glances over and smiles. “What are you doing?”   Peter doesn’t look up from his phone, while he was editing and posting the picture. “More hints.” Tony just grins and nods. Soon enough comes in the waves of notifications and Peter just laughs. “I’m enjoying this too much.”   “Did you really have to caption it ‘Daddy’?” Talia laughs from the backseat and Tony joins in with the laughter.   “Of course he did.” Tony chuckles and Bruce lets out a little laugh.   “People are losing their shit.” Talia laughs out again and Peter smiles innocently.   “Imagine what’s gonna happen when we tell everyone.” Peter laughs out and looks at Tony who had a smile on his face.   —————   The next morning Peter wakes to the sun shining through the window, illuminating the entire room, and all he could do was he smile. Nothing in the world feels better than the warm sun and Tony pressing against his back, his arm over his waist, keeping him close and the feel of soft kisses that appear on his shoulder.   “Good morning, sweetheart.” Tony says, his voice heavy and deep and rough from the nights sleep and Peter loves it. Peter flips himself around under Tony’s arm, so that he’s facing him, and presses a small kiss to his cheek.   “Good morning, Daddy.” Peter replies sweetly, and Tony grins at him.   “What do you wanna do today?”   “Can we go to the beach? It’s a really nice day. Then, maybe, dinner?” Peter asks and Tony nods.   “Go wake Talia and Bruce, and we’ll grab breakfast along the way.” Tony then smiles at how Peter lets out a little squeal of happiness and gets off the bed and takes off out of the room.   ————   The beach is full of people, the sun’s beaming and Tony’s done nothing but complain that he would rather be back at the lab, earning a quick slap on his arm from Peter. Tony and Bruce are left to set up the towels and the chairs for them all to sit on while Talia and Peter run towards the sea, hand in hand.   “It’s so weird. You two seem instantly happier. Like, the second we got to Malibu, you two just settled. What is it about here? After what happened I wouldn’t have wanted to come back.” Bruce comments, sitting down and Tony sighs, but smiles and sits down as well.   “I don’t know what it is either. But, he likes it here. I fell in love with him here.” Tony admits and Bruce nods understandingly. “I think this is where we both really felt it. Like, being here confirmed it.” Tony watches as Peter and Talia run back, and as soon as Peter gets close enough, he laughs as leans down and shaking his hair, droplets of water falling all over Tony. “You little shit.” Tony laughs out, leaning up on the sun-lounger and grabbing Peter by his hips and pulling him down. Peter giggles and shifts himself so he laying between Tony’s legs, his back against Tony’s chest and his head back, resting on his chest.   “Cameras, Tony.” Bruce says simply, pointing out a few paparazzi huddled together a little bit further up the beach, camera’s directed towards Tony.   “It’s too late now, they’ve took pictures, Bruce.” Tony replies and Peter smiles up to him. “Definitely no going back now.” Tony comments laughing and Peter Talia laugh with him, laying on Bruce the same way he was. “And there goes our plan for my birthday.”   ————   “Tony Stark Spotted With Boyfriend.. Jesus Christ. It’s been ten minutes.” Peter snorts, his eyes cast down onto his phone, looking at the photos that were taken, his face clear as day in the pictures, and he realises there really isn’t no going back now. Peter then clicks on his camera app and holds up his phone, and smiles when Tony grins for the photo to be taken, Peter takes the picture and looks down at it. “It’s a good one. I’ll post it later.”   “Fuck!” Tony explains quietly. “Your Aunt!”   “Shit!” Peter replies and quickly calls his Aunt and tries to swallow his nerves when she finally answers the phone. “Hey... I’ve got something to tell you...”   “Oh, I already know. I want you home right now.” His Aunt replies and truthfully, Peter isn’t surprised at her response at all.   “May... No. Come on. I’m fine. I wanna stay her-“   “No! You get him to bring you home now. You’re done working for him, you’re done being an Avenger, you’re done being around a goddamn pervert!”   “Don’t call him that!” Peter near shrieks into the phone. “He’s not that at all! I figured if someone was going to understand then it would be you.”   “He’s a grown man, Peter.”   “And I’m of legal age, and I’m happy to be in this relationship.” Peter replies and hears his Aunt sigh.   “How long?”   “Just a few weeks... if that. Not long at all. Nothing happened before I turned seventeen... He didn’t even want it to happen now but, I kept pushing.” Peter tells her, using the same story they plan on telling everyone who doesn’t know.   “Promise me, Peter.”   “I promise.” Peter says, and feels overwhelming guilt for lying to his Aunt, but knows it’s what he’s got to do. Peter spends the next ten minutes on the phone, talking everything through before finally hanging up the phone and groaning as Tony leans down and presses a kiss to his hair. “She’s fine. Well, she’s not, but, I can stay here. I can be with you. She’s just upset.”   Tony nods, “She will be, baby. I’ll talk to her at some point. I mean, I’ll probably die... But, I’ll talk to her.” Peter just laughs and Tony gives him a little squeeze. Chapter End Notes I can’t wait for your thoughts on the next chapter, since it’s totally new and not shit I’ve written before! Love to you all as always! ***** Undying devotion, feel you in my Core. ***** Chapter Summary “Are you serious?” Peter squeals, looking down and Tony nods at him. “Anything you want, baby. I mean, we’ll have to be in back in New York a lot, but any spare time can be spent here... You wanna be here then we’ll be here.” And with that Peter’s leaning down and pressing his lips against Tony’s. “I love you, baby.” Chapter Notes I’m sorry this took so long. I went away over the weekend and only managed to write little snippets here and there but, I finally finished this chapter. It isn’t as long as I have liked it to be but, at least it’s something! The song used in this is; Holy - Zolita. It’s in the playlist for this fic! See the end of the chapter for more notes They all head back to the mansion, Peter and Talia rushing off to shower and get ready to go out shopping while Tony and Bruce sit in the lounge and wait. “You ready for the shit storm coming your way?” Bruce asks and Tony laughs.   “He’s worth it. Completely worth it.” Tony replies and just as he does, his phone rings. “Pepper, what’s going on?”   “Just pictures of you and Peter looking cuddly on a beach. What happened to the plan?” Pepper demands.   “It just happened and when we noticed... it was too late.” Tony explains simply.   “Well, you need to address this... and quick.”   “I’ll sort it. Don’t worry.” Tony says and Pepper disconnects the call. Tony places his phone on the table and sighs. “Looks like I’ve got an announcement to make.”   “I assume that was Pepper.” Bruce asks and Tony nods.   —————   “You and Tony have been really happy since you got here.” Talia comments while combing her hair and Peter smiles.   “Yeah. It’s strange. Not exactly happy memories here.” Peter says and Talia pats next to where she’s sitting on the bed and Peter sits next to her.   “Come on. I need this story.” Talia says and Peter nods.   “We came here like... three months back. It was going great, had a really good week. Bonded, worked, laughed... Had a really nice time. Then, one day, we had to go over to Stark Industries. Someone needed Tony’s help and we had to wait for them for like... two hours and he eventually came and they were arguing for a while because Tony was pissed that he couldn’t figure this out on his own. But, before he left, and I still don’t know what it is he said, but I heard Tony tell him I was sixteen, and the dude, Chase, said it was just an observation.” Peter paused and took a moment. “Long story short... he came to Tony’s little party and cornered me, and wanted me to sleep with him. Threatened Tony and all this crap... so I did.” Peter then glanced at Talia, “He basically beat me while he fucked me. Tony blames himself... which he shouldn’t. Because it was me. And that’s why Tony doesn’t trust anyone around me.”   “It is his fucking fault.” Talia says and Peter looks up at her. “If you wasn’t following him around, and wasn’t here with him, then you would of never been in that situation. It’s all Tony’s fault.”   “No! None of this is his fault. None whatsoever. He didn’t want me too. He screamed at me when I walked through those doors in the morning. He was crying. He hates himself for it. I went there. I let Chase do what he did.” Peter insists, and Talia shakes his head.   “All of this is toxic. We need to go home and you need to end it with him.” Talia half shouts and Peter shushes her.   “Are you out of your mind? I’m not breaking up with Tony. I’m his and I’m perfectly happy with that. I love him.” Peter replies and Talia stands up and paces the room for a moment, trying to think. She finally stops and looks over at Peter.   “I’m serious. Like I’ve said before. Tony does love you, you can see that... But, it’s not healthy. It’s as if he thinks he owns you. You literally just said that you’re his. You’re not a possession, Peter! Babe... please listen to me, none of this is right.”   “He doesn’t own me. I’m not a possession. He loves me and cares for me. I’m everything to him, like he is to me. He has a lot to work on, but he’s doing it. Like bringing me here when he didn’t want too.” Peter tells Talia.   “Men like his only end up one way.” Talia replies and Peter laughs.   “Someone else said that to me.” Peter comments.   “Because it’s true! You’re gonna end up really hurt, Peter. It’s borderline abusive already.” Talia shouts.   “I’m not gonna end up hurt! Just stop!” Peter replies, his hand dragging down his face as he lets out a sigh.   “All of this is insane.” Talia comments.   “You literally said me and Tony are good together. So, why are you so hellbent on me ending things with him?” Peter asks.   “Because, as good as you two are together... this relationship isn’t good for you. He expects you to follow him around, expects you to do as he says. Expects you to only be around him. Be completely dependant on him.”   “That’s not true at all. Yes, he has issues, but he’s working on them, Talia. He’s working it all out. He’s getting better.” Peter explains.   “He’s not. He’s borderline abusive... and it’s gonna get worse.” Talia shouts.   “You know nothing.” Peter replies and stands up. “He’s not fucking abusive. He’d never hurt me. He’s never even lay a finger on me.” Peter’s about to carry on when the bedroom door swings open and Tony walks in.   “Would you like me to arrange for you and Bruce to go home, Talia?” Tony asks calmly and Peter nods.   “I think it’s best you go home.” Peter says to Talia and she laughs.   “Enjoy your relationship, Peter. Don’t come crying to me when he has you pinned to a wall and is kicking the living shit out of you.” Talia says and starts to grab her bags.   —————   Tony returns back to the mansion after taking Talia and Bruce to the jet, and finds Peter laying on the couch, wearing one of Tony’s sweatshirts, a pair of his boxers and fucking blue over-the-knee socks, legs bent, swinging in the hair, while he’s watching TV, hand brought to his mouth, fingers playing with his bottom lip. “Hi, baby.” Tony says softly and Peter tilts his head to look over and smile, giving a little wave which melts Tony’s heart. “I thought we’re going shopping, baby.” Tony walks over and kneels in front of Peter who just shakes his head.   “Wanna stay here.” Peter replies, and Tony smiles and runs a hand through his hair, and watches as Peter leans into the touch and smiles. “I’m hungry though.” Tony laughs and stands up.   “Why don’t I take you to dinner?” Tony asks and Peter nods. “Go get dressed then. Wear something nice, baby.”   —————   Tony pulls up to the restaurant, hand on Peter’s thigh as Peter looks out the window looking at the paparazzi waiting outside. “Did you do this?” Peter asks and looks over at Tony.   “Maybe.” Tony chuckles and Peter shakes his head. “Hey, it’s okay... Just keep holding my hand, don’t let go, keep your head down. I’ll answer any questions... Pepper said I need to confirm it so... Figured I’d do it this way.” Peter just let’s out a deep breath and nods. Tony then gets out the car, and walks around to open Peter’s door.   Peter gets out to the flashes of cameras and the bombardment of questions. Tony shuts the car door, locks the car and Peter grabs Tony’s hand, threading his fingers with his and clutching tight. “You okay?” Tony asks quietly and Peter just nods. Tony then gives a little tug on his hand and starts to walk, Peter following him through the small crowd towards the restaurant doors.   Tony turns around just before the doors, Peter looking up at him as he speaks. “Yes, this is my boyfriend, although I hate using that word for us. Yes, he’s on the younger side. Yes, this is just happens. Yes, he’s the one from the photo. No, he isn’t gonna answer any of your questions. More details regarding our relationship will be released soon, and in our own time when Peter is ready.” With that came the roar of more questions and Tony just opens the doors and guides Peter inside.   They get seated and Peter just bites on his fingernails, his leg bouncing. Tony reaches over to pull his hand away and hold his hand, rubbing his thumb over the back of his hand. “Is this all too much? Because... If it is... I’ll understand if you wanna walk away.” Tony tells him and Peter snaps his head up to look at him.   “I knew this would happen. It’ll die down eventually. You don’t enter into a relationship with Tony Stark and not expect that to happen, for people not to know and make a big deal. It’s fine. I’m not leaving you. Just a little overwhelmed and nervous.” Peter explains and Tony smiles.   “As long as you’re sure, baby.” Tony replies.   “I’m sure, Daddy.” Peter confirms quietly.   —————   The next day Peter’s sitting on the couch, flicking through news articles on his phone, and smiling at the photos taken and the headlines, and looks over when he feels the couch dip, and an arm falls around his shoulders. “There’s gonna be a little... get together tonight. Just so I can give more details and get this all over with. Is that okay?” Tony asks and Peter nods.   “Yeah. That’s fine.” Peter replies and Tony presses a kiss to his forehead. “I miss Talia.”   “I know. But, she was a shitty friend, sweetheart. She didn’t want you with me.”   “Yeah. I just don’t understand. She just couldn’t be supportive.” Peter says, and shrugs.   “Talia and Bruce didn’t last long. She was talking shit on the flight back home and Bruce basically told her if she was going to act like a child then he doesn’t want to be with her. So... that’s over with.” Tony explains.   “I’m gonna hate going back to school. What do I even say to her? I mean, if she tries to talk to me.” Peter asks.   “Just ignore her. If she’s nice, then just talk. Be polite. But if she’s judgmental and mean then walk away from her.” Tony instructs and Peter nods and cuddles closer to him. “Can I ask you to do something tonight?” Tony asks and Peter nods. “Sing for me.”   Peter then tilts his head up to look at Tony. “I’ve never sang in a room full of people, Tony.”   “You can do it. I love it when you sing. Come on, let me hear you sing as an early birthday present. Technically this is gonna be an early birthday party for those who can’t make the one in New York.”   “You’ve only heard me a few times. I’m not even that good.” Peter says and Tony smiles.   “Baby, you’re amazing. Just... try for me? Please?” Tony pleads and Peter just smiles and nods.   “Do I have to wear a suit?” Peter finally asks and Tony laughs.   “Yes, baby.”   —————   Peter stands close to Tony at the door as people start arriving. “You have a weird thing for parties.” Peter comments and Tony chuckles.   “Get used to it. You’re going to be hosting and attending a lot. Weddings, engagement parties, press conferences... Your own party when I announce your new job at Stark Industries when you’re eighteen.”   Peter whips his head up at Tony. “What? You’re kidding!” Tony smirks and shakes his head.   “You’re gonna be perfect there. Probably be by my side running the whole thing.” Tony then looks down and grins.   “You’re joking. I don’t believe you.” Peter replies.   “You’ll have to wait and see.” Tony teases and Peter whines and pouts a little.   Peter soon realises that most people in here had no clue who he was, a few asks Tony if Peter’s the one from the pictures but Tony just tells them they’ll find out soon enough. They walk around and talk to a few people when Peter eventually walks off and walks around the room, leaning Tony talking to a reporter.   “Your intern is very cute, Mr. Stark.” A reporter told him, and Tony just smiled. “How would you describe Mr. Parker? Just in one word?” She asked and looked down at the notepad she was holding, pen in the other hand. Tony smirked, because she was one who clearly didn’t know who Peter is to Tony     “Mine.” Tony said simply and she looked up at him with wide eyes. Tony grinned at her and walked away, heading towards where Peter was stood talking to one of the professors at M.I.T. “Hello, dear.”   “Hello, Tony.” The woman said and Peter just smiled at him. “You have really found a fantastic one here. He’s going to be great. Absolutely amazing. Maybe even better than you.” She joked with a raised eyebrow. “Maybe a Parker Industries on the way.”   “Why would it be Parker? I mean, with the way we’re going he’s going to be a Stark...” Tony grinned and Peter laughed at him, and settled next to Tony who wrapped his arm around his waist.   “He’s a little young for you, Tony. How old are you, Peter?” She asked and Tony’s grin stayed on his face.   “Seventeen.” Peter smiled at her.   “My goodness, Tony. Couldn’t you wait any longer? The boy’s barely legal!”   “I did wait. Waited the whole time he was sixteen. Waited months afterwards. It just happened. This little shit doesn’t give up.” Tony chuckled and Peter looked up at him. “Suppose it’s time to announce it.” Peter just nodded. Tony moved to the middle of the room, and Peter stood at the side of the room, and watches as Tony grabbed everyone’s attention.   “I have just a small announcement to make. First of all, I want to thank everyone for coming tonight. As you all know, there’s someone special in my life, and that’s the one person I really do need to thank. For being the best person in my life right now. I haven’t felt like this in a long time. I feel genuinely happy. He’s been the best little thing ever. I can’t even really put it into words.” Tony paused and motioned over to Peter come over. Peter smiled and made his way over, and when he was close enough, Tony put his arm around his waist and pulled him close.   “Many of you know him as my intern on the Stark Internship, other’s know him as something different, but that’s an announcement for another day, some know him as the guy in the photos...” Tony looked down and winked at him and Peter just laughed. “God, I love that laugh.” Tony said quietly but a few heard and they gave them a look of utter confusion. “But, after waiting, and I mean, a lot of waiting... something finally clicked. So...” Tony couldn’t think of what else to say, he just looked down at Peter who was looking up at him and smiling, and just pressed a kiss to his lips, feeling him kiss him back and his hand come up to place on his chest.   Tony pulled back and smiled down at him before looking out to the crowd of his guests and just laughed. “So, now you know. And you know officially who it is who I’m dating. So, don’t keep asking me when I’m going to be dating again, or flirting because I’ve found the best thing in the whole world. And I’m not letting him go.” There were a few moments of silence before smiles appeared and the guests from the press were shouting questions over each other and Peter just smiled.   “I’m sorta freaking out.” Peter whispered and Tony laughed quietly.   “You’ll be singing soon, so you better calm down.” Tony jokes.   “I don’t think I can. There’s too many people.” Peter whispers back.   “Baby, you’ll be amazing, you’ll be okay.” Tony says, attempting to calm him. “Sing for Daddy.”   “Okay, Daddy.” Peter replies and grins up at Tony, who leans down and presses a kiss to his lips, and Peter basically melts into him.   —————   Peter didn’t realise that he’ll spend a good portion of the party looking for Tony. When, after about half an hour, his eyes fell on Tony, he was standing next to a guy, not much older than himself, smiling and talking away. The guy was grinning and giggling at whatever Tony was saying and Peter’s almost sure he’s about to push the guy out of a window.   Peter makes his way over, and once he reaches Tony, he wraps his arms around Tony’s, hand linking with his, and leaning his head on the top of his arm, and looks up at Tony who glances down and gives him a little smile before looking back at the guy and continuing his conversation.   The guy gives a little glance over to Peter, and Peter just ignores him and keeps his eyes on Tony. “Peter, be a dear and get me a drink.” Tony says and holds out his glass to him. Peter sighs and unravels himself from Tony, grabbing the glass. Peter then puts the glass on the table in front of him and smiles at Tony.   “Get your own drink, Daddy.” Peter says innocently and sees how Tony goes from being calm and happy to pissed and annoyed.   “Stop being a brat. My attention can’t be on you all the time. Go and get me a drink.” Tony replies, his voice quiet and clearly warning Peter to tread carefully.   “What? So you can keep talking to your little blonde? I’m okay. I’ll go find someone else to talk to. Someone actually worthy of my time and attention.” Peter sneers and walks off towards the bedroom.   —————   “You little fucking brat.” Tony half shouts as he walks into the bedroom, basically slamming the door shut behind him, and walking over to Peter who was sat on the bed, playing on his phone, and refusing to look up. Tony grabs the phone out of his hand and throws it across the room, Peter’s head snapping up and watching the phone as it hits the floor.   “That’s my phone! What the hell?!” Peter shouts at him.   “I fucking paid for it. I’ll do what I like with it.” Tony sneers back at him and Peter scoffs.   “You’re a dick.” Peter comments and Tony sits down on the bed in front of him.   “How dare you embarrass me like that? I thought we’d moved passed all that. But, clearly not. You’re always going to be a little shit.” Tony says to him, and Peter grins.   “I guess I am.” Peter comments again, and Tony shakes his head.   “This needs to stop. You can’t keep doing this. This can’t keep happening.” Tony tells him, standing back up and looking away from the teen. “Embarrassing me in front of what’s going to be a new employee. You’re such a little shit.”   “Oh, so now you’ve got a cute blonde to look at all day while you’re at work. How lovely.” Peter comments sarcastically.   “You’ve got to stop this!” Tony shouts at him.   “But, it’s fine for you. One rule for Tony and another for Peter. You can be as nasty, and jealous, and controlling as you like, but I’ve gotta sit here and look pretty and say ‘Yes, Daddy’ to everything you do and to anything you want. I’m sick of your shit, Tony.” Peter half shouts and Tony turns back around and Peter can see the anger in his eyes.   “You know that isn’t true at all. You’ve caused all of this. You’ve broke this. Broke whatever happiness we’ve had in this relationship. You broke it.” Tony says and Peter shakes his head.   “I’m gonna break something.” Peter laughs out.   “All we do is argue!” Tony replies. “We’re not supposed to be like this.”   “Well, we are. You can do whatever you like and I can’t do anything.”   “I have to keep you safe! I don’t know what guys gonna come along and pull the same shit. Because I know you’d happily run along and do the same thing again!” Tony shoots at him.   “You think I did that happily?” Peter starts. “You think I actually wanted to sleep with him?”   “I don’t know, Peter. You probably did. You went so willingly even though I told you I’d sort it!” Tony replies and Peter stands up off the bed and laughs.   “You really think I wanted that? I did that for us! I didn’t want that. I had to think of you to get through it! He fucking beat me, Tony. I had to lay there and take it because I wanted us to last. I didn’t want anyone finding out. I didn’t want you to get in trouble. I didn’t want to be pulled away from you! And now... you’re throwing it at me any chance you get!” Peter shouts back, feeling tears threaten to leave his eyes. Tony doesn’t reply, just drops his head down and keeps his eyes on the floor. “No! Fucking say something. You wanna blame me for being beaten, and borderline raped, then continue to do so. Because there were multiple times I begged him to stop and he didn’t. And all I could do was think of you, and think of my Daddy taking care of me when I finally got home.”   Peter just keeps looking at Tony, who eventually crouches down, his hands covering his face. Tony then sobs silently and Peter watches as his body shakes while he cries into his hands. Peter instantly goes over, sitting down on the floor and pulls Tony forward into his arms. Tony’s leaning forward on his knees, and hides his face in Peter’s neck.   “Baby, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Tony sobs out and Peter strokes a hand through his hair and shushes him. “I blame myself. I don’t blame you. I’m taking it out on you and I shouldn’t.” Tony continues and Peter just carries on running a hand through his hair and shushing him. Tony then pulls back away from him and brings a hand up to Peter cheek, wiping tears away with his thumb, tears Peter didn’t even realise were there. “I can’t keep doing this to you. I can’t keep being like this. You deserve better.”   “Are you breaking up with me?” Peter whispers, feeling like he can’t breathe. Peter then shakes his head. “No. You’re not. We’re not breaking up. You can’t break up with me. You ca-“   “Baby, no. No. I’m not letting you go. I’ll never let you go. We’ve worked to hard for this.” Tony tells him and Peter sighs in relief. “We need to have a good talk later. Really talk through all this.” Peter just nods, and Tony offers a small smile. “Come on. Let’s go back out there. I wanna hear you sing if you still want too.” Peter just nods again.   —————   Peter lets out a deep breath, as Tony announces that Peter has a little present for him and that he’s ‘extremely talented’. Peter then walks up and stands behind the microphone, and closes his eyes as the music starts, attempting to calm his nerves and not look any one in the crowd.   “Worship_your_body_as_you_walk_my_way. You’re the only one who can make me pray. I fall at your feet, your breath defined. Underneath my skin’s an intrinsic shrine.”   Peter keeps his eyes closed, but can hear mummers and hushed comments coming from the people around him, but can’t quite tell what they’re saying. Peter just takes another breath before continuing.   “Drink_my_tears,_I’m_at_your_mercy I love you most, but I’m not worthy I’ll give my soul, sacrifice me. Because your love is holy. Is holy.”   Peter finally opens his eyes and looks towards Tony, who’s grinning while holding his glass, and looks around to find other smiles and people leaning to whoever’s standing next to them, talking and commenting.   “I_can_fight,_but_the_devil_wins I will fall like a saint who sins. Forgive me Father, I am weak It’s not forgiveness that I seek.”   “Great, isn’t he?” Tony says and keeps his eyes locked on Peter’s who returns his stare with a little smile. Tony gives him a little nod to tell him that he’s doing great and to carry on. Peter then grins and Tony feels like he’s melting.   You’re doing so good, baby.   “Drink_my_tears,_I’m_at_your_mercy. I love you lost, but I’m not worthy I’ll give my soul, sacrifice me. Because your love is holy. Is holy.”   Tony looks over at the reporter next to him, who brings up a camera to snap a picture of Peter and then looks back at Tony. “Sorry, I won’t publish it if you don’t want me too. I also snapped a photo of you two stood together. I wasn’t gonna leave without reviewing these with you.” The woman explains and Tony grins.   “Don’t worry. I’ll look them over later. You don’t invite the press and expect no photos to be taken.” Tony says and the woman smiles before looking back over. “Amazing, isn’t he?”   “Talented, insanely smart, young and cute... You’ve done well, Tony.” She comments back and Tony grins, looking back over at Peter who’s got a small smile stuck of his face.   “Rather_drown_in_your_ocean,_than_wither_on_the_shore. Undying devotion, feel you in my core. Veneration, this faiths got me high. Nothing without out, live for you till I die. ‘Till I die, ‘till I die, ‘till I die, ‘till I die, ‘till I die.”   Tony couldn’t help but feel incredibly lucky. All of this waiting, and hiding was extremely worth it. He never thought he’d end up finding someone like Peter. Someone so intelligent, so bright and sweet. Tony loved him with every inch of his being. Yes, falling in love with Peter had been so wrong on all levels but, what made it right was when Peter would look up at him, eyes innocent and a small smile, and say he loves Tony too. Tony tells himself that he’ll fight everyone and anything that threatens to take Peter away from him. His perfect brown eyed boy with the world at his feet, that puts all his trust and love into Tony. Trusting Tony to love him and take care of him, and to give him whatever he needs. Tony’ll happily give him the world.   “Drink_my_tears,_I’m_at_your_mercy. I love you most but, I’m not worthy. I’ll give my soul, sacrifice me. Because your love is holy, is holy.”   Peter gives one last glance around the room as the song comes to an end, eyes finally falling on Tony. Who’s sipping from his glass and smiling behind it.   “Your_love,_is_holy,_Your_love,_is_holy._Your_love,_is_holy. Your_love_is...”   —————   “You did so well, baby.” Tony tells Peter when he walks towards him, after the applause died down, and pulls him close. Peter rests his hands on Tony’s chest, looking up at him.   “You really think so?” Peter asks and Tony nods, and smiles down at him.   “You’re amazing. Everyone’s saying how talented you are.” Tony comments and Peter grins. “Lemme talk to a few more people and then we can show everyone out and have some time together, okay?”   “Okay, Daddy.” Peter replies quietly, his grin still on his face.   —————   Tony pads out of the bedroom to find Peter once again dressed in Tony’s sweatshirt, his underwear and those same over-the-knee socks, laid on the floor, flicking through a textbook, chewing on the end of a pen. Tony just smiles and sits down on the couch, watching him. Watching as his legs swing in the air, as he runs his hand through his hair, as he scribbled down notes, and returns the end of the pen to his mouth. “Baby, you’re killing me.” Tony near moans, and Peter looks up with those pretty brown eyes, full of innocence and brilliance.   “I’m just doing homework...” Peter replies with a little smile before looking back down, and Tony groans and stands up, and walks over, and kneels behind him, running a hand down over the fabric of his socks.   “Where on earth did you get these?” Tony asks.   “Talia left them. They look cute.” Peter says and Tony grins.   “Yes. They really do, sweetheart.” Tony comments and Peter puts his pen down and turns over, laying on his back, and Tony pushes up and crawls over, his legs either side of Peter’s hips and resting his arms down either side of his face, looking down at Peter. “You look like you’re gonna ask me something.”   “I wanna live here. I want us to move here. After I’m done with school.” Peter says.   “Okay.” Tony replies simply, and watches as Peter lights up and then suddenly Peter’s flipping them over, and sitting on top of Tony and Tony laughs out, hands placed on Peter’s hips.   “Are you serious?” Peter squeals, looking down and Tony nods at him.   “Anything you want, baby. I mean, we’ll have to be in back in New York a lot, but any spare time can be spent here... You wanna be here then we’ll be here.” And with that Peter’s leaning down and pressing his lips against Tony’s. “I love you, baby.”   “I love you, Daddy.” Peter returns sweetly.   “I want you by my side forever.” Tony tells him before tapping the boys side, signalling for him to get up. Peter does so and Tony stands up, and presses a soft kiss to his lips. Peter then sit on the couch when Tony walks off into the kitchen, and returns with two glasses of wine, passing one over to Peter. “You’re allowed one. Don’t tell anyone.” Tony chuckles and Peter smiles, taking the glass and curling his legs up under him. Tony took a long sip out of his glass before continuing to speak. “We need to talk. I know it’s a talk we’ve had before. But, we both need to say exactly how we’re feeling, what we think is wrong with this, and well, you get the idea.” Peter nods and gives Tony a little smile as he takes a sip from his glass.   “Can I start?” Peter asks and Tony nods. “Okay. I love you. I honestly really do. But, when you get in one of your moods, or you get jealous and possessive or you’re controlling... there’s no one I hate more than you in those moments. I hate... hating you. I hate those moments when I feel anything else other than love for you. I understand why you get that way now... kind of. I mean, I’ll never fully understand, but seeing you with that guy... I just... I don’t even know. I was ready for launching him through the nearest window.” Peter pauses while Tony laughs and smiles at him. “No, I’m serious.”   “I know, baby. That’s how I feel. Any one who even looks at you for too long... I just wanna kill them.”   “Two people have said now that you’re gonna end up being abusive, an-“   “What the fuck? Who?” Tony demands, his anger quickly rising.   “Wade and Talia.” Peter answers and Tony scoffs.   “I’m not abusive.” Tony defends. “...am I?”   “No! Daddy, no! I don’t think you are.” Peter consoles. “They’re just being idiots. However... The way you act... makes it seem like it. I never really noticed until they pointed it out, but... it’s like... emotional abuse?” Peter says, wincing as he spoke, not wanting to upset Tony further.   “Emotional abuse? You think I’m mentally abusing you?”   “No!” Peter quickly offers. “Fuck, Tony! Listen to what I’m saying. That’s how people think when you act the way you do towards me! They’re worried about my wellbeing! I know you’re not hurting me, or being abusive. But others do!”   “Why the fuck should we care what they think?” Tony half shouts, placing his glass on the table in front of them.   “Because it’s giving a bad image. People are thinking badly about you and I hate that!” Peter replies. “Anyway, we’ve gotten off track. Let’s just carry on talking about what we’re supposed to be talking about.”   “Fine.” Tony says. “I hate that you’re a little shit. I hate the way you speak to people. I hate it when you think that you can get away with anything. I hate the people you hang around with, except for Ned and Michelle. I hate how you ran off to a guy who kissed you and attempted to be with you. I know you did that knowing how angry it would make me. You allowed Talia to speak nothing but shit about me.”   “Okay, now you’re just attacking me.” Peter comments.   “I’m not. This is how I feel.” Tony replies.   “Nope. Attacking. You’re childish. Why did I think that we’d be able to sit down and talk? That’s never going to happen.” Peter shakes his head and takes a sip from his glass.   “Okay, so you can say that I’m emotionally abusive, but I can’t say that I hate that you’re a little shit?” Tony asks and laughs a little. “Baby, just lemme talk.” Peter just nods. “Thank you. Anyway... I haven’t felt like this in a long time. You make me so happy. You’re the first thing on my mind when I wake up. All I can do, the times you’re not there, is wait to see you again. When Friday comes around I’m counting the minutes until I can go and pick you up from school... You think that if I didn’t want this to last I wouldn’t go through all this trouble?” Tony asks and Peter shakes his head. “Exactly. Because I do want this. But, I need you to stop being the way you are. Stop embarrassing me. Stop making unnecessary comments.”   “Fine. All I can do is try.” Peter agrees. “But, you’ve gotta stop the possessive shit. We’ve been through it once already so I’m not gonna repeat myself. But, a reminder doesn’t hurt.”   “See? We can talk. We don’t have to yell at each other.” Tony offers and Peter laughs before finishing his glass and placing it down on the table.   “Almost didn’t make it through that conversation.” Peter comments and Tony chuckles.   “I love you, sweetheart.” Tony says and Peter smiles.   “I love you, Daddy.” Chapter End Notes Just a little thought, and I need your guys opinions on this... who’s down for a proper little dom/sub kinda thing? like lemme know. it’s just something i’m back and forth with. comments gimme life and lemme know how i’m doing love to you all as always and hopefully the next chapter won’t take nearly 4 days. ***** It’s better when it feels Wrong. ***** Chapter Summary Tony then stands and offers his hand out and the man walks forward and shakes his hand. “Apologise about this little brat, he thinks he’s funny.” Tony smiles and Peter makes a noise, feigning offence. “I’m not a brat!” Peter laughs out and Tony snaps his fingers and points to the chair in the corner and Peter smiles before walking over and sitting down. Chapter Notes I FINALLY UPDATED. I’m hating how long it’s taking to write these bigger chapters, man. Anyway, enjoy bros. Remember there’s a playlist! https://open.spotify.com/user/stxski24/playlist/ 1tTViphJ0jbuzOQwNPiXah?si=ld2xLgLrRUycaFYy1Dymtw See the end of the chapter for more notes One Week Later - Monday. Peter walks towards the school the day after coming back from Malibu. Peter didn’t want to leave but Tony was insistent on Peter going back so he doesn’t miss more school than he already has. Peter could happily have happily stayed in Malibu and never left. After their talk Peter and Tony were finally back on track.   Peter spent that week smiling for cameras, sitting on Tony’s lap while he worked in his office at the headquarters, sending death stares to his new blonde assistant there, the same guy from the party, and maybe a few nasty comments that ended up with a locked door and being bent over Tony’s desk and a whole hour sat under his desk with Tony’s cock in his mouth. Peter swears he can still feel the ache in his jaw.   Tony had taken him shopping, walked with him for hours while he bought new shoes, clothes, games, consoles, and anything pretty that Peter laid his eyes on, keeping his hand locked with Peter’s and Peter felt on top of the world. He didn’t care one bit about the money, the gifts, but he care that he got to walk hand in hand with Tony while people looked over with pure jealousy, all Peter could do was grin and hold his hand tighter.   Once Peter steps closer to the school he can see a small crowd of what looks to be reporters and paparazzi. “Fucking great.” As he walks closer slowly he battles between calling Tony and handling it himself. He takes a breath when they finally spot him and the cameras flash and people start hauling questions. Peter ignores them and keeps his head down as he walks up the stairs towards the door.   “Mr. Parker, what’s is like to be with a man that’s thirty three years older?”   Peter sighs and lifts his head up, turning towards the crowd and smirks. “Sorry, Daddy said not to answer any questions.” Peter’s smirk gets bigger when he sees the shocked faces and a few smiles, “Now, I don’t wanna end up calling him so... You better leave.” He adds before turning back around and walking through the doors to find Ned and Michelle waiting right there for him.   “You’re insane! I heard everything!” Michelle laughs at him, “It’s all everyone’s talking about! Everyone’s losing their shit because you’re with Tony!”   “Wait until tonight when he picks me up.” Peter says, grinning and Michelle near squeals. “Come on. Let’s go, I just wanna act normal and get on with my day.” Michelle and Ned nod in agreement and they start to walk down the hall. Peter’s eyes eventually fall on Talia who’s standing next to his locker.   “Peter! Can we talk?” Talia calls out to him and Peter nods and tells Michelle and Ned to carry on and that he’ll catch up. Peter then stands in front of her and waits for her to talk. “I’m sorry. I really am. I shouldn’t have spoke to you like that. I shouldn’t have carried on and on about you ending things with Tony. I saw the pictures... saw how happy you really are with him. I need to be supportive.”   “You mean you miss Bruce and being my friend helps you with getting back with him. I’m not stupid, Talia.” Peter resorts and Talia shakes her head.   “No! That’s not it at all! I was a shitty friend and all I wanna do is make it up to you. I’ve missed you.” Talia replies.   “I missed you too.” Peter offers simply. “But, you really hurt me. Tony’s amazing and you couldn’t see that. You didn’t want me to be with him, you kept saying that he’s gonna be abusive... My Tony? Abusive? Never.”   “I know. You just seemed so unhappy and I know that isn’t the case now... Please? I’m really sorry... I really miss my friend.” Talia pleads and Peter gives in a lot quicker that he thought he would.   “Come on.” Peter finally says and watches as her face lights up when he offers his arm to her.   —————   “What’s Tony really like?”   “Does he buy you things?”   “Are you really together?”   “You both look really cute.”   Peter just shakes his head and ignores the questions as he walks into the classroom and is thankful when the teacher asks everyone to be quiet, and Peter soon realises that it’s going to be a really long day.   —————   “So, why is Tony picking you up today? It’s Monday.” Ned asks, while Peter’s shoving books into his locker and just wanting to rush out the doors to Tony.   “Aunt May’s doing some extra time at work, I don’t wanna be sat at home by myself. So, I’m off to go and sit with Tony at Stark Industries. He’s trying to sort out a new hire for the headquarters in L.A.” Peter explains. Ned just nods and walks with Peter as he heads towards the exit.   Peter feels overwhelming happiness when he finds Tony standing against his car, sunglasses in place and gorgeous suit that hugs him in the right places. Peter basically runs down the stairs, leaving Ned standing at the top and throws his arms around Tony’s neck when he’s close enough, standing on his tiptoes and taking note of the stares from the students around him.   Tony chuckles before leaving down to place a soft quick kiss and Peter melts into him, Tony’s hands fall on Peter’s hips and gripping softly. Tony pulls away and smiles down at Peter who cuddles close and leans his head on Tony’s chest, and Tony’s arms come up to his back, holding him as close as he can. “I know it’s only been two days but I’ve missed you so much.” Peter tells him.   “I’ve missed you too, baby.” Tony replies before smirking and bringing his hand to Peter’s chin, making him look up. “But, you’re in trouble. ‘Daddy said I can’t answer questions’?” Peter just smiles innocently and Tony laughs. “Oh no, that’s not gonna work.” Peter whines when Tony moves him back and opens the car door for him.   —————   Tony’s just finished an interview when Peter comes over and settles in his lap and flicks through the resumes and files on Tony’s desk. Tony rubs his hand up and down Peter’s back as Peter keeps his eyes down on the desk. “All of these seem incredibly under qualified.” Peter comments and Tony hums in agreement. The door opens at that point and Peter grins and Tony pats his side for him to move but Peter stays sitting on his lap. A man walks through, suit and tie and smiles. “Hi, I’m Mr. Parker and I’ll be conducting your interview today.” Peter says and Tony laughs and pushes him up off his lap and Peter whines and pouts down at Tony and the man laughs.   Tony then stands and offers his hand out and the man walks forward and shakes his hand. “Apologises about this little brat, he thinks he’s funny.” Tony smiles and Peter makes a noise, feigning offence.   “I’m not a brat!” Peter laughs out and Tony snaps his fingers and points to the chair in the corner and Peter smiles before walking over and sitting down.   “I’ve got one myself, it’s fine. I know how little’s can be.” The man laughs and Peter cocks his head, looking at Tony.   “Oh, he’s not. He’s just a brat. Keeps me on my toes.” Tony says, and Peter can’t figure out what the hell they’re talking about.   “I assumed because of he called you Daddy in that video the press released.” The man laughs and Tony grins. “He would have made a good one.” The man adds.   “I know, but we just don’t have that kinda relationship. And by the look on his face, he has no clue what we’re talking about which just shows how truly innocent he is.” Tony says turning to face Peter and Peter just shrugs and slumps in the chair.   “Introduce him. Teach him.” The man says and Tony just hums.   “Maybe. Shall we get on with the interview?”   —————   “I think he’s the one.” Tony says after the door closes and motions for Peter to come over. Peter gets up and walks over, and sits himself down on the desk in front of Tony.   “You gonna call off all the others?” Peter asks and Tony nods.   “What do you think?” Tony asks him.   “Yeah, he’s great. Seems to be the perfect fit. Better than everyone else. They were just trying to impress you, and he seemed like he just wanted the job. Professional, you know?” Peter replies and Tony nods again. “Anyway, what were you two talking about? You totally lost me.”   “It doesn’t matter.” Tony says and pushes his chair forward so he’s closer to Peter.   “No, tell me. It can’t be anything bad.” Peter insists and Tony sighs.   “He thought that you was a Little.” Tony replies and Peter just looks at him all confused again.   “A little what?” Peter asks and Tony laughs.   “A Little. It’s a type of submissive.” Tony explains.   “Like Fifty Shades of Grey shit?” Peter asks and Tony shakes his head.   “Kinda. But, those books and movies represent the BDSM community terribly. It’s entirely different.” Tony explains again.   “So... what’s different? What does me calling you Daddy have to do with anything? Just explain it all otherwise I’m gonna keep asking you questions and we’ll be here all day.” Peter says and Tony smiles and nods.   “So... It’s more of a lifestyle rather than scenes in a bedroom. It’s... God, why is this so hard to explain? It’s a dominant and submissive dynamic. A Little generally acts a lot younger than themselves, and then there’s the caregiver, whether than be a Daddy, or a Mommy. Some keep it to the bedroom, and like I said, most it’s a lifestyle. I’m so bad at explaining this. Why don’t you just research yourself?” Tony tells him and Peter just nods.   “Have... Have you had a Little before?” Peter asks and Tony shakes his head.   “No, I haven’t. But, I’ve had a submissive. Many, actually. Nothing long term, mostly for a weekend or whenever I find the time to entertain that part of me.” Tony replies. “I don’t expect any of this off you. Not one bit. We’re fine as we are.”   “What if... I mean, I think I could be into it. Maybe. But, what makes me seem like a Little?”   “The way you act. One of the times I can think of is in Malibu when you was wearing Talia’s socks. Or when you act like a brat, that’s the when the thought pops into my head. Calling me Daddy. When you ask me to grab things for you, or when you need help. The way you pout and get moody when you’re bored. It’s so much more than that when it actually comes to that kinda lifestyle but, those are the little moments... Heh, little.” Tony laughs to himself and Peter grins.   “I think I’m gonna sit and research and maybe talk to you about it. I mean, I have fantasies and thoughts and stuff, and you give me this weird feeling when you’re being all authoritative, and bossy, and when you’re helping and taking care of me... I don’t know, it’s hard to explain.” Peter tells him and Tony nods.   “Like I said, I don’t expect this from you. We probably would have ever had this conversation if it wasn’t for that guy bringing it up.”   “Alex.” Peter says and Tony looks at him confused. “He’s gonna be working here, you need to remember his name.” Peter laughs.   —————   Four Days Later - Friday.   “Can I talk to you about something?” Peter asks, guiding Talia to an empty classroom, and closing the door behind them.   “Sure... What’s up, babe?” Talia asks.   “God, it’s such a weird and long story... Basically, this guy came in for a interview for Tony, and I was just being me, goofing around and Tony was like ‘sorry, he’s a brat sometimes’ or something like that... and he was like, ‘no, it’s fine, I’ve got a Little of my own’, and I was like, ‘what?’...” Peter paused, and he was about to talk again when Talia spoke.   “I’m a Sub. Sometimes. When I feel like it. With the right person. More just a Submissive rather than a set role like a Little.” Talia tells him. “I generally thought you and Tony had that kinda relationship but, I never wanted to ask incase I was wrong. Which, clearly I was.”   “I’ve like, looked stuff up and... Because, me and Tony are already kinda... you know... in bed. I mean, I enjoy him being in control and I’d happily do anything he wanted me to in the bedroom... Like, full control and...” Peter tries to explain, and Talia laughs.   “You’re definitely submissive. Absolutely. I knew that when I met you. You’re too sweet.” Talia replies, and Peter blushes a little.   “Tony’s done this before. I haven’t. How do I even bring this up? He said he didn’t expect this from me and that we would have never had that conversation if it wasn’t for Alex, that’s the guy from the interview, he got hired by the way, but... I’m kinda into it. I don’t know if I’m a Little but... it’s something I think I’m totally into.” Peter explains.   “You’re seeing Tony later, right?” Talia asks.   “Happy’s picking me up. Everyone’s on a mission until later.” Peter replies.   “I’ll come over with you. I’ll talk you through it, and I’ll help you find out what’s for you and what’s not.” Talia offers and Peter just smiles and nods. “Okay. Cool! Come on, let’s get to class.”   —————   Daddy - 3:05pm. We’re heading back, but we’ll still be an hour or two. Peter - 3:06pm. Okay, Daddy. I miss you. Daddy. - 3:07pm. Daddy misses you too, sweetheart.   Peter smiles down at his phone at the reply before locking it and pushing his phone back in pocket. Peter stares out the window before looking back over to Talia who was typing away on her phone. “Bruce?”   “Yeah... We’ve only spoke a few times since Malibu. He checks in on me... We’re gonna talk when he’s back at the facility.” Talia explains and Peter smiles.   “Good, you deserve each other.” Peter replies and Talia grins.   —————   “Right, you ready to go through this?” Talia asks, while her and Peter sit down on Tony’s bed, and Peter just sighs and nods. “Cool. Okay... Bondage?”   “Down for it.” Peter says simply, smiling.   “Edge play? Impact play?” Talia asks and Peter smirks.   “Hell yes to both.” Peter replies and Talia laughs, scrolling through her phone. “Do you have a list?”   “Yes, bitch. I’m prepared. I already know the answers to these, and if you say differently then I really don’t know you at all... Fisting? Golden showers?”   “Yeah, no to both.” Peter shakes his head and Talia nods in agreement.   “Knife play?” Talia asks slowly with a raised eyebrow.   “Let’s put that in the maybe pile... I like being hurt, but I don’t know if I’d literally wanna be cut open. Probably something to try. But, I also don’t think Tony would be down for that.” Peter explains.   “Yeah, I don’t think Tony will like that either. Orgasm denial?” Talia asks and Peter grins.   “Absolutely down for that.”   “That’s my boy!” Talia holds her hand up for a high five and Peter laughs and slaps his hand against hers. “You are literally me. Anyway... Age play? So like the Little thing.”   “Really wanna try it.” Peter nods and Talia hums in agreement.   “Breath play?” Talia asks and Peter just nods. “What about like, toys and collars?”   “That could be fun.” Peter admits.   “Consensual non-consent?” Talia asks and Peter shakes his head.   “Not after what happened. I don’t think I could. I know Tony would look after me and all that, but... I don’t think I would be able to do that.”   “I understand that. It’s not really my thing either. Tried it and couldn’t, I had to stop.” Talia tells him and Peter nods. “Spanking? Sensory deprivation? Sensation play?”   “Yes. To all of them. Big yes.”   “That’s all I could think of.” Talia says, “But, ask whatever you want, I’ll do my best to answer. I mean, I don’t know anything. I’ve only done this for about a year so...”   “Sub space... or Little space... all that kinda thing.” Peter says and Talia nods and shuffles so she’s sitting next to Peter rather than in front of him.   “Basically, sub space is like... a natural high. You literally fall so deep into that role, you basically disconnect from the world around you. It feels insane. It’s great. Little space is basically the same, but you fall deep into being whatever age you chose to be, and you just relax into a state of being carefree, and responsibility free. Sometimes you might just fall under the surface and sometimes you’re in deep. But, then there’s the opposite... you can drop. Which means, after a scene, you’ll essentially feel a little depressed or in Tony’s case he might feel guilty and hate himself a bit for what he’s done, and always remember that Dom’s need aftercare too. He might be there looking after you but, do you what you need to do to look after him.” Talia explains.   “Okay, so does Tony have some sort of like...” Peter begins to ask but Talia catches on and cuts him off.   “You mean does he experience being in a ‘space’ like you would? Yeah. He does. Caregiver space. Like, doing something as simple as asking him to grab you something you can’t reach might put him there. You’ll notice he’s more caring, more helpful, he’ll be looking after you more... essentially babying you.”   “I feel me being a Little is the type Tony would want.” Peter says and Talia nods.   “It’s up to you. BDSM isn’t just sex. It’s trust, love, consent, care... It’s so much more than just sex. It’s intimacy in completely different level. All you can do is try and it’s not for you then you don’t do it. Like you said, Tony isn’t expecting this of you.” Talia replies. “Look, I’ve been a Little, briefly, but I generally just see myself a sub, sometimes I wanna be younger than myself and sometimes I don’t, and I’ve never wanted it as a lifestyle like some do, but something that always helped me get into Little space was a soft blanket, and a Disney movie.” Talia explains. “So, PJ’s on and let’s get cuddled up. Don’t force it, just think of Tony and if you slip... you slip and if you don’t, then you don’t.” Peter nods in agreement and gets up off the bed while Talia starts finding a movie.   —————   Tony walks into the facility and through to the lounge, all the other’s going their separate ways, and confused when he doesn’t find Peter waiting there like he usually does. “FRIDAY, where’s my teenager?”   “Your bedroom, Sir.”   Tony nods and makes his way to the bedroom, and opens the door to find Peter curled up with Talia under the covers, a movie playing on the TV, and Peter cuddling the comforter in his arms. Peter then looks up and gives a small smile. “Daddy, you’re back.” He says softly and Tony practically melts inside.   “Hi, baby.” Tony responds quietly and makes his way over to the bed. “You two having fun?”   “Disney movie.” Peter replies and Tony almost misses the childlike tone to his voice.   “Is Bruce here?” Talia asks and Tony nods. “Cool. I’m gonna go find him.” Talia then gets up out of the bed and with that, she’s leaving the room and Tony smiles down at Peter.   “Room for me?” Tony asks and Peter nods, patting the empty space next to him. Tony climbs in next to him and pulls Peter close. “How’s your day been?”   “Good. Made up with Talia. She’s nice now.” Peter says and Tony cuddles him closer at the sound of his voice. “Daddy... I’m hungry.”   “Okay, baby. Daddy’ll get you something.” Tony replies and Peter moves out his arms. “We need to talk later, okay? Talk about all this.” Peter just smiles and nods.   —————   Tony spends the next few hours entertaining and playing with Peter. His squeals and laughter making Tony’s heart beat ten times faster and the pleased little smiles warming him head to toe. Tony makes several mental notes to order Peter everything he would need to be a Little. They’re currently sitting in a fort he’d made out of chairs and blankets and pillows and Peter was laying on his back while Tony lays on his side, his fingers intertwined with Peter’s.   “I like this. I could easily do this. I like how I feel.” Peter says and Tony realises that he’s out of Little space and ready to talk.   “Me too. This is new for me too. I take you researched.” Tony says.   “Yeah. And Talia helped. She explained stuff and went through some stuff, helped me figure out what I might be into and some I’m definitely not.” Peter tells him and Tony nods.   “Well... Tell me what you went through.”   “She explained sub space and that you can drop, and went through some kinks and types of play and all that.” Peter says, and Tony nods.   “So, what do you think you’ll be into?” Tony asks and brings up their hands to kiss the back of Peter’s hand.   “Age play, definitely. I know that now.”   “In the bedroom too? During a scene?” Tony smiles.   “Yeah. Absolutely. Impact play, bondage, breath play... Edge play, I think. I think I’d be into bringing in toys and... maybe a collar. I think I’d like that. Sensory deprivation, I really wanna try that. Same with sensation play. Erm... I think that’s all I said yes to... Talia tried her best to go through everything but she didn’t know a lot.” Peter explains.   “How about humiliation? Degradation?” Tony asks.   “Yeah... I think I’d like to try that.”   “What don’t you wanna try?”   “Fisting, golden showers or anything like that. I said maybe to knife play and anything surrounding that because I know I like pain but I don’t know how I’d feel with being literally cut into.” Peter starts but Tony cuts him off.   “You’ve really thought about this...” Tony says and Peter nods. “I mean golden showers is a no for me too. But, I do enjoy fisting.” Tony smirks.   “I’m sorry, I really don’t think I’ll be into that. I hate that idea.” Peter says.   “Don’t be sorry. Never be sorry for not liking something. If we end up having this kind of relationship then I’ll respect all your hard limits. Don’t worry, baby.”   “I know. I know that. I trust you. Anyway, I don’t wanna do any type of non- consensual play. I don’t think I could. Have you done that before?” Peter asks and Tony nods slowly. “What... What was it like?”   “I’ve done it with a few subs. Some just wanted to start off a scene that way, and eventually give in. Some wanted it the whole way through. Some really wanted a whole experience of being-“   “Please don’t finish that sentence. I’m out. That’s a no.”   “Baby, it’s safe, and they’re consenting to that... it’s just a role, and a scene. I’m not trying to get you to like it, I’m just explaining, by the way, and there’s heavy aftercare afterwards. I enjoy it in the moment but the second the scenes over I drop hard. Insanely hard. I do after most scenes. Any where I’m being forceful and brutal and down right horrid towards my submissive.” Tony explains.   “Then why do it?” Peter asks.   “I love being a Dom. I love having control over someone. I love having someone literally give themselves to me.” Tony explains and Peter nods.   “So, what don’t you like? Because you seem to like everything.” Peter says and Tony laughs.   “I’m just very open to trying everything and giving my sub what they want. But, my question is... do you want the whole caregiver and little dynamic? As in... for our lifestyle?” Tony asks.   “I think to begin with I’d like to just... do it whenever I feel like I’m in that headspace for it.” Peter offers and Tony grins.   “That’s absolutely fine with me. More than fine. I never expected this off you, and I’ll never expect you to continue if you decide this isn’t what you want.” Tony explains.   “I think I’d like to try and scene later. Like, I want you to teach me.” Peter says and Tony nods.   “Then we’ll do just that.” Tony says, “Now... Let’s discuss you being a Little and what elements you’re okay with and what elements you aren’t. How old you think you might be when you’re in that mindset, all those things.” Tony says and Peter nods, “I’ll go through and you tell me yes or no, alright?” Tony asks and Peter nods again. “With the way you usually act I would set you a being a Brat. You like to push my buttons, and you attempt to get away with anything so... being punished? How do you feel about that? Whether that be writing lines, sitting in time out, spanking, my belt. It could be being ignored, or placed in your room.”   “I’m fine with everything but being ignored. I don’t want you to do that.”   “That’s fine, baby. Now, there’s one element that I’m not comfortable with so, we won’t be doing it, and that’s diapers and literally acting like a new born, I’m not okay with that.” Tony says and Peter nods in agreement.   “I don’t wanna do that either.” Peter agrees.   “Would you like colouring books, toys, teddy bears all that kinda stuff?” Tony asks and Peter wonders how he can be so professional and serious about this all.   “I would like all of that.” Peter says quietly with a blush spreading across his cheeks.   “Would you like to be a Little in public... if we fall into having this dynamic as a lifestyle?”   “I think I would be fine with that. I call you Daddy publicly-“   “Okay, but it’s so much more than that.” Tony says, cutting Peter off.   “I know! But, I think I would be fine with it. But, keep it subtle.” Peter finishes and Tony nods.   “Pacifiers? Or like, something to chew or suck on?” Tony asks and Peter just nods.   “Alright. How dependant on me do you wanna be? I’m not gonna push if the most you want me to do is little things like... make you food now and again, or help you get dressed in times you want it.”   “I think when I’m in that mindset, I’d like to be completely dependent on you. I’d really like that.” Peter says. “Is that everything? Because MJ and Ned will be here soon, and I wanna have game night.” Peter asks and Tony grins.   “Yes, baby. That’s enough for now. We’ll talk later or whenever you want to.”   “Thank you, Daddy.” Peter replies and Tony leans down to press a quick kiss to Peter’s lips.   ——————   Tony, Steve and Bruce walked into the lounge to find the four teenagers shrieking with laugher. Michelle and Ned were trying their hardest to hold back their laughter, but failing miserably, while Talia and Peter were holding their stomachs, Talia was doubled over, and Peter was wiping a tear away. “What on earth is so funny?” Tony asks, a grin appearing on his face.   “F-Funny videos.” Peter squealed out.   “Fuck ya chicken strips.” Talia squeaked out, and set everyone off laughing again. Tony then took note of the bottle of beers sitting on the table.   “Okay, how many have you guys had? You know I don’t mind you sneaking one, but come on, be responsible.” Tony says, and Peter gasps, trying to get the air back in his lungs after basically screaming with laughter.   “We’ve had three each. We’re fine. It’s just built up laughter and that one video set us off. It’s not even that funny.” Peter says, his laughter threatening to take over again.   “Hi, My name is Tre, and I have a basketball ball game tomorrow.” Michelle quotes and Talia laughing again which sets Peter and Ned off. “I swear it’s her laugh. That’s what’s killing us.” Michelle squeals out and Peter nods in agreement while trying not to laugh. Tony let out a little chuckle and looked over to Steve and Bruce who both were laughing a little and shaking their heads at the group of teenagers.   “I’m sorry. We’ll calm down soon.” Ned promises and Tony nods.   —————   Everyone ends up in their usual places watching a movie, Tony walks back into the lounge with a plate of chicken and bacon pasta and sits down in the chair, Peter shuffling so he’s closer to Tony’s legs. Tony then pulls the cushion from behind him and throws it down for Peter to sit on. A few moments later Tony taps the bottom of Peter’s back and when Peter looks up at him, he motions for him to turn around. Peter ends up on his knees, looking up at Tony, who grabs a piece of chicken off of his plate and offers it down to Peter.   Peter gives him a small smile and leans forward, taking the piece of chicken and licking the sauce off Tony’s fingers. Tony then runs his hand down Peter’s cheek, smiling down at him, and Peter presses into the touch. “Good boy.” Tony says quietly before offering another piece of chicken. Peter grins and takes the piece from Tony’s fingers. Peter then turns back around and smiles at the few looks that were thrown their way.   —————   “Go to the bedroom, get undressed and wait on your knee’s by the bed facing the door.” Tony tells Peter quietly when everyone starts to make their way to their rooms. Peter nods and makes his way to Tony’s room, saying goodnight to Talia who goes into his own room. Peter quickly strips down and does exactly what Tony had instructed him to do, shaking a little with nerves and anticipation, but mostly due to how turned on he is. Peter feels like he’s been waiting for hours when Tony finally opens the door and smiles down at him. “Such a good boy.” Tony purrs and Peter lights up at the praise. Peter’s just about to talk when Tony holds his finger up, stopping him. “No talking.”   Peter just nods, and Tony grins. “Rules.” Tony says simply. “Listen carefully. Number one, you don’t talk unless given explicit instructions to do so, unless I ask you a question that obviously needs an answer. Number two, when we’re starting a scene, this is where I should always find you, naked and waiting. Number three, never lay there and take it, you’ll have a safeword and you will use it if you ever become uncomfortable. Number four, during a scene you are mine. I control everything. I’ll always respect your hard limits, but once we begin, you belong to me, and you’ll do as I say. Number five, and the final rule, break a rule and you’ll be punished however I see fit.” Tony explains and Peter swears the air in the room has gotten thicker and he just nods.   “So good for me already.” Tony comments and once again Peter is beaming with pride. “Would you like to pick a safe word or use colours? Green for good. Yellow for pause and talk. Red for stop.”   “Colours please, Daddy.” Peter replies sweetly and Tony leans down to press a kiss to his forehead. Tony then walks behind him, and takes note of how Peter keeps his eyes cast forward towards the door. Tony grabs a pillow from the bed before walking to sit down in a chair in the corner, and placing the pillow on the floor in front of him.   “Come here.” Tony instructs, and Peter starts to get up, “Crawl.” Tony instructs again and Peter gets back down on his knees, turns and makes his way over to Tony, knees resting on the pillow. Tony just sits and looks over Peter for a few moments. “Untie my laces, baby.” Peter then brings up a hand, and Tony’s foot comes down on his hand, and Peter lets out a little gasp. “With your teeth of course, sweetheart.” Peter offers a little grin before nodding and leaning down, taking one of the laces in between in his teeth and pulling, untying the laces, and presses a little to Tony’s shoe before doing the same on the other, and settling back on his legs. “I’m going to be checking in a lot. Considering it’s your first scene. Colour, baby?”   “Green, Daddy.” Peter answers and Tony leans forward and places his hand on Peter’s cheek, rubbing his thumb over his skin.   “What would you like to try? You get to pick two things... the rest is decided by me.” Tony asks and Tony can see how Peter lights up.   “I’d like to try breath play, and impact play please, Daddy.”   “Okay, baby. So, we’re going to start with some impact play, and orgasm denial. Then, breath play... and if you’re up for it some edgeplay. Breath play comes under that but, I’m thinking of something else. Maybe some heavy choking, hard hitting, and maybe we’ll get some toys out.” Tony explains.   “I’d like to try it, Daddy. But, nothing to extreme.” Peter replies and Tony nods, while pushing his shoes off.   “Go climb up on the bed for me, baby. All fours, stick that beautiful ass out for me.” Tony instructs and Peter nods, and rushes to do exactly what Tony had told him to do. Peter waits while he listens to Tony taking off his clothes, and can feel himself starting to shake again with nerves. Peter jumps a little when Tony’s hand settles on his back, and he lets out a little sigh. “Colour, baby? You seem so scared. We don’t have to do this. We can stop.”   “Green, Daddy. I’m okay. Just nervous.” Peter explains.   “Okay, baby. Remember, just say Red and everything stops.” Tony reminds him and Peter just nods. “I’m going to go grab a belt, and I have a paddle. We’ll use those today, and if you enjoy it... we’ll try others another time.” Tony explains and Peter nods again. Tony then disappears for a moment and Peter jumps at the feel of leather running down his back. “Relax, baby.” Tony says, his voice soft and caring and Peter smiles and nods.   “Ten with my hand, ten with the paddle, and five with the belt, and I want you to count them alright, baby?” Tony asks, and Peter just nods. There’s a small moment before Tony’s hand is coming down hard, and Peter gasps.   “One.” Peter says and Tony grins before bringing his hand down harder on the other cheek. “Two.” Peter gets through the next five easily, until the eighth when Tony musters all he can and brings his hand down and Peter blinks back tears. “E-Eight, Daddy.”   “Colour, baby? Because they’re only going to get harder when I use the paddle and belt...” Tony says and Peter smiles to himself.   “Green, Daddy. I’m okay, I’m okay.” Peter half moans out, and Tony wastes no time in bringing his hand down and placing two hard slaps in a row to either cheek. “That’s ten, Daddy.” Peter gasps out, and Tony rubs his hand over Peter’s red skin, before leaning down and placing a soft kiss over the hand marks.   “Paddle now, baby. You remember how many?” Tony asks, while grabbing the paddle and flips it around in his hand.   “Another ten, Daddy.” Peter answers.   “Good boy. You’re doing so well.” Tony says and Peter whines at the praise. Tony then brings down the paddle and Peter moans and pushes his hips up. The hit isn’t harder, but it’s sharper.   “One, Daddy.” Peter moans out and Tony grins all over again. Peter gets through the paddling fairly well, he’s biting back tears and he loves the mixture of pain and pleasure, and can’t help the moans and gasps that slip out his mouth.   “Don’t hold it back. Let Daddy hear you.” Tony says as he brings the paddle down for the final time and Peter lets out a little shout, followed by a long moan.   “Ten, Daddy. Ten.” Peter gasps out.   “Colour?”   “Green, Daddy.” Peter replies and Tony picks up the belt.   “I’m not holding back on this one. Red if you wanna stop, baby. How many with the belt?” Tony asks.   “Five. You said five.” Peter replies, and Tony answers him by bringing the belt down over the back of his thighs and Peter basically shrieks and his legs shake from the impact.   “O-One.” Peter squeaks out, a tear spilling from his eye. Tony brings the belt down again over his thighs, and Peter whines, “Two.” Peter gasps out. By the last hit, Peter’s sobbing and whining.   “Okay, okay...” Tony starts and leans down to pull Peter up and turn him over carefully. “Colour, baby? Are you okay?”   Peter sniffles and gives a small smile. “I-I’m fine, D-Daddy. Green. Totally green. One... One hundred percent green.” Peter replies and Tony pulls him in for a quick kiss.   “I’m so proud of you. You’re doing so well. So perfect, sweetheart. Daddy’s so happy.” Tony praises and Peter smiles sweetly in return. “On your knees for me.” Tony instructs, and leans back up, standing back from the bed, and watches as Peter gets off the bed and settles in front of him on his knees. “So pretty.” Tony comments, as he runs his hand through Peter’s hair, then suddenly tugs his head back sharply, and Peter’s mouth just falls open, and Tony chuckles. “I didn’t even have to tell you. You want Daddy’s cock, baby?” Tony asks and Peter nods the best he can with Tony’s hand keeping his head in place.   Tony’s then using his other hand to guide his cock into Peter’s mouth before bringing it up to grab Peter’s hair and slowly pulling the boy down. Peter keeps looking up at Tony as he finally reaches the base of Tony’s cock, the entire length pushed into his mouth. Tony then releases a hand from his hair, and brings it to his nose, pinching over, cutting Peter off from air completely. Peter’s then shaking, coughing and almost uses his full strength to pull himself away from Tony when Tony removes his hand and pulls Peter off his cock. Peter’s gasping and taking deep breaths. “Colour?”   “Green.” Peter gasps out, trying to get the air back in his lungs. Tony smiles and walks behind him and kneels down, then pulls Peter back, so he’s leaning against Tony’s chest. Tony then runs a hand down Peter’s chest before finally wrapping his hand around Peter’s cock and making the boy moan. Tony strokes him for a few moments before bringing up his other hand and clamping it hard over Peter’s mouth and nose, and grins as Peter pushes his hips up into Tony’s hand and arches his back. Tony keeps his hand there while Peter whines and moans under his hand before lifting it a little allowing him to breathe. “Green.” Peter says again before Tony can even ask, and with that Tony’s clamping his hand down again and stroking the teen quickly.   Tony takes his hand away again, and Peter moans out, “Close, Daddy. So close.” Tony keeps stroking for a few moments until Peter’s moans get louder and he’s thrusting his hips up, “Daddy, I’m gonna-“ Tony then takes his hand away and Peter whines again at the loss. “Daddy, that’s not fair. That’s not fair.” Tony then chuckles and Peter bites his lip.   “You’re not supposed to talk.” Tony says, his voice low and dangerous and Peter drops his head. “Ten more with the belt, I think.” Tony then pushes Peter forward and Peter quickly gets into the position like he was before on the bed. Peter hasn’t got time to think because the first hit of the belt comes down hard across his ass and Peter gasps and grips the bedsheets below him. “Count ‘em.”   “One.” Peter gasps out and is once again sobbing by the time Tony is done, each hit getting harder than the last and leaving raised red welts over the back of Peter’s thighs and his ass. Peter’s still got the bedsheets gripped into his hand, and is shaking and letting out little sobs as Tony runs his hand over the marks.   “How you doing, baby? Talk to me.”   “I’m okay, Daddy. Just really turned on and really wanna come and really want your cock.” Peter says and Tony chuckles. Tony’s then walking to the nightstand to grab the bottle of lube.   “Do you still wanna play with some toys or do you just want Daddy to fuck you?” Tony asks.   “Want you to fuck me.” Peter replies and Tony smirks.   “It doesn’t matter what you want, baby.” Tony replies and Peter whines and Tony disappears momentarily. He comes back and places the toys on the bed, and Peter flipped himself over and pushes himself up on his hands and looks over at the toys. “There’s a vibrator, a prostate massager... and a urethral sound. Any questions?”   “What’s that?” Peter asks pointing to the sound and Tony smirks again.   “It’s a rod that slides down your urethral opening, and it stimulates your prostate directly. It’s wonderful, sweetheart.” Tony explains, “Would you like to try?” Peter nods and Tony grins. “We’ll get to that. Lay down for me, baby.” Peter then drops himself down, laying flat on his back. “Pass me a pillow.” Peter reaches up and offers a pillow to Tony, who nods for Peter to raise his hips, and then slides the pillow under him.   Tony’s then lubing up a finger and slowly easing it into Peter, watching as he lets out a little moan and bites his lip, “Let Daddy hear you.” Tony brings his other hand up to pull down Peter’s lip. Peter then leans his head forward and takes Tony’s thumb into his mouth, sucking lightly. Tony then adds another finger and Peter whines around Tony’s thumb, thrusting his hips down onto Tony’s fingers. “So needy.” Tony comments and Peter sucks harder on Tony’s thumb.   Tony’s then adding a third finger and stretching him, and then removes his thumb from Peter’s mouth and Peter’s moaning loudly as Tony twists his fingers in and out of Peter. Tony removes his fingers and picks up the vibrator. “Colour?”   “Green, Daddy.” Peter moans out. “You don’t have to constantly ask. I’ll tell you if I’m not okay.”   “I asked for a colour, not for back chat.” Tony comments and Peter grins. Tony lubes up the toy and pushes it to Peter’s hole. “Are you sure?” Tony asks and Peter nods. Tony then slowly eases the toy into Peter, and watches as he moans and lifts his head up to look down at Tony’s hand. Once the toys settled inside, Tony twists the dial onto the lowest setting and Peter lets out a long moan, and throws his head back. “You never used one yourself?” Tony asks and Peter shakes his head. Peter then props himself up on his arms and keeps his eyes on Tony, who turns the dial further and moves the toy until...   “Ah! Fuck!” Peter moans out and lets his head fall back. Tony smiles and puts the vibrator on its highest setting and watches as Peter fucks himself down on the toy, moaning and whining, cock twitching and begging for attention. Tony then leans down and laps at the head of Peter’s cock and the teenagers hand comes down to lock his fingers in Tony’s hair. Tony sucks lightly on the tip before moving Peter’s hand off his hair, and leaning back up. “Put your hand under your leg and hold this in place.” Peter does what he says and grips the base of the vibrator hard, whining as he watches Tony pick up the sound. “I just gotta clean it properly, and grab some other lube, then we can try this out, alright?” Tony asks and Peter nods frantically. “Don’t fuck yourself down on it. Stay still. Just hold it in place.” Tony smirks, just before walking into the bathroom, and Peter whines in annoyance.   Tony comes back with the sound and packet of lube, “Gotta use sterile lube.” Tony explains and Peter nods and watches as Tony lubes it up. “We’re just gonna use the smallest one today, and we’ll work our way up another time.” Tony says and grabs hold of Peter’s cock, “You ready?” Tony asks and Peter just nods again, and whines as he moves the toy, moving his hips a little. “Keep still. You gotta keep still.” Peter stills his hips and Tony starts inserting the sound slowly and Peter groans. “I’m not actually doing anything... It falls by it self.”   “That’s insane.” Peter comments and Tony smirks.   “Still not allowed to talk, sweetheart.” Tony reminds and Peter moans, his head falling back as the sound prods against his prostate. “How’s that?” Tony asks and Peter just nods and moves his hips a little. Tony grins and slides the sound up a little before sliding it back down and Peter basically squeals. “Start moving the vibrator.” Tony instructs and Peter slowly moves the toy, thrusting it slowly in and out of himself. Tony keeps slowly pulling the sound up a little and letting it slip back down and Peter’s sure he’s losing his mind. Peter’s now moving the toy faster and arching his back.   “Daddy... Daddy. Daddy. Fuck me. Please. Daddy. Daddy, please.” Peter babbles and Tony chuckles and slowly pulls the sound out and places it on the bed. Tony then pulls Peter’s hand off the vibrator and slowly pulls out the vibrator, turning it off and placing it on the bed too. Tony then leans down over Peter and presses a kiss to his forehead.   “Little boy’s who keep breaking rules don’t deserve to be fucked.” Tony says before standing back up and looking down and Peter near sobs. “Maybe I’ll leave you here. Get dressed and go work in the lab for a few hours. Tie you up before I do. So you can’t touch that pretty cock. Leave the door wide open, that way anyone who walks past will see what a disobedient little slut you are.” Peter whines and shakes his head. “You gonna be good?” Tony asks and Peter nods his head. Tony grabs the lube and pours a little onto his hand and rubs his hand over his cock, stroking himself as he watches Peter whither and rock his hips. “You want it bad, don’t you?”   Peter nods frantically again. “Such a needy little slut.” Tony comments. “Touch yourself. Slowly.” Peter then brings a hand to his cock, and slowly stokes himself, eyes closed and bringing his hips up to meet his strokes. Tony then steps closer and brings his hand down to Peter’s hole, easily slipping a finger inside. “I’d slide in here so easily. My little whore all stretched out for Daddy.” Peter blushes and Tony smirks. “Move up.” Tony says and Peter quickly pushes himself up further on the bed and bends his legs. Tony kneels in between Peter’s legs, and grips his hips, pulling him down to him and holding hips, and uses one hand to guide himself into Peter. “Always so goddamn tight.” Tony groans out and Peter grins and his hands grip the top of Tony’s arms. “You can talk now, baby.”   “Thank you, Daddy.” Peter moans out as Tony starts to slowly move his hips. “Just fuck me. Fuck going slow.” Peter whines and Tony smirks before pushing into Peter hard, and the clamps a hand down over his mouth, his eyes going wide and Tony grins.   “Just because you can talk doesn’t mean you get to shout demands. I’ll fuck you how I want to, or not at all.” Tony tells him and Peter nods frantically under his hand. Tony keeps his hand in places as he starts to move in and out of Peter, and Peter moans under his hand. Tony then moves his hand up a little and clamps his hand back down over his mouth and nose and Peter arches his back and Tony brutally fucks into him, the teenager whimpering and near sobbing under his hand, pushing his body up. Tony then takes his hand away and Peter moans while he gasps for air.   “Is that all you got?” Peter teases and Tony grins, before clamping his hand back down and pushing into Peter with all he’s got, leaning down to suck and bite at his neck while keeping his hand locked over his mouth and nose. Peter keeps arching his back, and struggling under Tony, moaning and whining under this hand, desperate for breath. Tony leans up and keeps fucking into him, watching as Peter’s face turns red and how the colour spreads down to his chest. Eventually he takes his hand away and slows down his movements. Peter’s gasping and moaning and fucking himself down, meeting Tony’s thrusts.   “Such a filthy little whore. You love teasing and pushing me. Trying to get Daddy’s cock as hard and as fast as you can. All I have to do is snap my fingers and you’re bending over and begging for me.” Tony groans out as he moves his hips quicker again, “You’d let me do this anywhere. Take you over the table in front of anyone. You’d happily let Daddy show everyone what a little slut you are. Show them how needy and desperate you are. Always wanting to be filled up.”   “Fuck, Daddy! Don’t stop. M’gonna come.” Peter moans out and pushes his hips down harder and Tony smirks before pulling out and stroking a hand up and down his cock, and Peter cries out and shakes his head. “Why’d you stop? Why? Daddy please! Please fuck me. Please.” Tony then lines his cock back up and pushes all the way into Peter in one quick, hard motion and Peter squeals as he comes. Come covering his stomach and a few drops landing on his chest. Tony then grips Peter’s hips and thrusts into him, chasing his own release.   After a few moments Peter groans and pulls himself off Tony’s cock and flips them over, holding Tony’s arms down and Tony looks up at him wide eyed and Peter reaches behind himself and grabs Tony’s cock and lowers himself down, moaning as he does so and watches as Tony groans and closes his eyes, his hands ending up on Peter’s hips again. Peter then lifts himself up and down, moaning as he fucks himself down on Tony’s cock. Tony then holds him in place after a few moments and snaps his hips up quickly and harshly into Peter, before finally spilling into the teenager and cursing as he comes. Peter then pulls himself off and lays down on the bed next to Tony, breathing heavily and covered in sweat. Tony sits up and gets off the bed, and goes into the bathroom, and comes back with a wash cloth and grabs the bottle of water sitting on the nightstand.   “Drink while I clean you up.” Tony says softly and Peter nods, taking the bottle and slowly drinking as Tony wipes over this stomach and chest and then quickly cleans himself. Peter then offers the water back to Tony who puts it back on the nightstand and crawls back onto the bed and pulls Peter close, cuddling and pressing kisses to his hair. “You did so well. You’re so good. Such a good boy.” Tony tells him and Peter grins. “I love you so much. You’re perfect, baby.”   “I love you too, Daddy.” Peter replies.   “I need to take care of your thighs and ass after we get out of the bath... Which I’ll go run in a second.” Tony explains and Peter nods. “Did you enjoy it?”   “Very much so.”   “Do you wanna do it again?”   “Absolutely.” Peter replies simply and grins up at Tony. “I want you to be meaner next time. I really want you to like... not hold back.”   “Are you sure?” Tony asks and Peter nods. “Okay, baby. We’ll talk properly about it another time. Lemme get you bathed, and dressed for bed.”   “Thank you, Daddy.” Peter replies sweetly and bends his head back to press a soft kiss to Tony’s jaw.   “I want you by my side forever.” Chapter End Notes Thoughts? Really need your guys opinion on this. Also I needed Talia back, I didn’t feel like using my brain to make up some other person for Peter to talk to. I promise you she’ll only be supportive from here on out and I have plans for her and yeah... dunno how you guys are gonna feel. I’ve got plans for this to be no longer than 20 chapters, and be ready for more drama coming soon! I love you guys, ur awesome. comments give me life and I hope you’re having a wonderful christmas! Up next Tony’s birthday! ***** Need some blood in the Cut. ***** Chapter Summary “You’re going to get me killed.” Steve comments. “I’m trying to get me fucked.” Peter resorts, and it isn’t long before Tony’s walking into the gym, loose white t-shirt and grey sweatpants and grinning over at them. “Round two?” Tony says and Peter grins. Chapter Notes Shorter chapter but you’ll hopefully get another tonight. BIG ASS WARNING. it’s consensual but not really and it’s fucked up And I’m sorry. See the end of the chapter for more notes Peter wakes up the next morning sore from head to toe, but hasn’t felt this good ever in his life. His legs feel stiff and his arms feel heavy. His throat hurts and his ass stings but, it feels so good at the same time. Tony’s snoring lightly and squeezes Peter, pulling him closer. Peter smiles and cuddles back into him, and feels his hard cock pushing against his ass. Peter wiggles his hips a little which makes Tony groan and squeeze him harder. “Stop it, you brat.” Tony says, his voice rough and low and Peter grins.   “I’m not doing anything, Daddy. M’trying to get comfy.” Peter replies, his voice sweet and Tony leans his head down and gives his shoulder a little bite.   “You can’t fool Daddy, sweetheart. I know exactly what you’re doing.” Tony teases and Peter flips himself over in Tony’s arms and smiles innocently up at him.   “Good morning, Daddy.”   “Good morning, little one.” Tony responds and presses a kiss to his forehead. “How sore are you?”   “Mmm. Very.” Peter grins. “Feels good though.”   “I’ll run you another bath, and soothe them welts and marks before you train. Unless you want me to tell Cap that you’re not up for training today.” Tony says and Peter shakes his head.   “I can train. It’s fine. Thank you though, Daddy.” Peter replies.   —————   “Come on, Pete. You can do better than this.” Steve says, looking down at Peter who was doubled over and panting. “You keep rubbing the back of your legs... You hurt?”   “Kinda. But, it’s fine. It’s all good. Just gimme a minute.” Peter huffs out.   “What happened?” Steve asks and Peter smirks.   “Tony.” Peter explains and Steve shakes his head, smiling.   “Yeah, I figured as much.” Steve says.   “You know how rough he can be.” Peter says, his smirk still on his face and finally stands up straight.   “Yeah. Yeah. Come on. Come at me. Try and take me down.” Steve says and Peter takes a moment before charging at Steve, attempting to get around him to pull him down from the back, but Steve grabs him and pushes him to the floor, Steve ending up over top of him, pinning him down. “You can do better.”   “You know... you was pretty rough yourself.” Peter smirks.   “I’m not all goodness and gentle touches, Peter. I have my own dark side.” Steve replies, his voice low. Peter then rolls his hips up, and Steve lets out a little groan. “What would you Daddy say if he saw you like this? He said it was a one time thing.”   “Daddy gives me whatever I want.” Peter replies sweetly. “FRIDAY!” Peter calls out.   “Yes, Mr. Parker?”   “Inform Tony that Captain Rogers is currently trying to fuck me, and that he should totally get in on this.” Peter says and Steve laughs and shakes his head.   “You’re going to get me killed.” Steve comments.   “I’m trying to get me fucked.” Peter resorts, and it isn’t long before Tony’s walking into the gym, loose white t-shirt and grey sweatpants and grinning over at them.   “Round two?” Tony says and Peter grins.   —————   Peter walks into the lounge, well, more limped, and smiles when he sees Talia sat on her phone, dressed in what seems to be Bruce’s shirt and definitely his underwear. “You and Bruce made up?” Peter says and Talia looks up and grins.   “Oh yeah. We made up good.” Talia laughs out and Peter sits down next to her. “You got it good last night.” Talia giggles and Peter smirks.   “I did. And then again...” Peter laughs.   “Didn’t think someone so old could do that.” Talia teases.   “Bruce isn’t that much younger than Tony!” Peter replies. “He’s like two years younger. Plus... Super soldiers are wild.” Talia squeaks and her mouth opens in shock.   “Holy fuck. Steve? When did that happen?”   “First time was like, just after I turned seventeen, and then just now.” Peter grins.   “You can’t do that to Tony! Peter! I didn’t peg you for a cheat.” Talia says and Peter laughs.   “Tony was there!” Peter laughs out and then Steve and Tony walk into the lounge, smiling and chatting away and Peter turns his head towards them. “Talia thinks I’m cheating on you.” Peter says to Tony and Tony bursts out laughing. “Steve, how could we do this to Tony? We’re so evil.” Steve then laughs along with Tony.   “I’m so confused. All three of you? Like, together?” Talia asks.   “Twice. It’s happened twice.” Steve explains over his laugher. “It’s nothing regular.”   “This is insane. Have you slept with everyone?” Talia laughs out.   “No! Just Tony and Steve...” Peter grins.   “Insane. Anyway, since you’re here Tony... I know it’s your birthday tomorrow, and I don’t wanna miss it, but my dad’s been away and I was wondering if I could bring him along.” Talia asks and Tony nods.   “That’s fine, dear. There’s a guest list because every year people who shouldn’t be here always try and get in. I’ll put you down and a plus one. What’s your surname? FRIDAY will add it to the list.” Tony explains and Talia smiles.   “Summers.” Talia says and Peter’s heart stops.   “You know all this time I’ve never known your last name.” Peter says.   “That’s so crazy coincidence.” Tony replies.   “Why?” Talia asks.   “You know I told you about that guy in Malibu?” Peter asks and Talia nods. “His last name is Summers.”   “Are you serious?” Talia comments. Before Peter can reply, Pepper’s half running into the lounge.   “Chase is out. He’s been released.” Pepper says and Peter stands up. “It fell through. The officer cracked and told them it wasn’t true.”   “I paid that fucker half a mil.” Tony sneers.   “You set it up?” Peter asks Tony, shocked and pissed off.   “Of course I did. I needed that bastard gone.” Tony spits at him.   “Peter... Why don’t you come with me to pick my dad up from the airport?” Talia offers and Peter nods.   “No. Peter goes nowhere without me now he’s out there.” Tony says and Peter sighs.   “I’ll be fine. I’ll call you if anything happens.” Peter says and Tony groans.   “Fine. But you call and text me the whole way.” Tony says and Peter laughs a little and walks over to him.   “Daddy, I’ll be an hour at the most. I’ll be fine.” Peter says and wraps his arms around Tony’s waist, and Tony wraps his arms around him and holds him close.   “I love you, baby.”   “I love you, Daddy.”   ————   Peter and Talia drove in silence for the most part, just listening to music and enjoying the sun.   “What you got Tony for his birthday?” Talia asks, breaking the silence.   “Total power exchange for a week.” Peter smirks. “I couldn’t buy him anything... He’d be buying it himself.”   “Sugar Daddy issues.” Talia laughs and Peter laughs with her.   “You excited to see your dad?” Peter asks.   “Yeah. I’ve missed him so much. He’s been through some shit lately. He just sent me a weird text, told me not to watch any news story’s and to ignore anything with his name. And then... it was silence for like a month.” Talia explains.   “What do you think happened? I always thought your mom and dad lived together.” Peter replies.   “I don’t know. And, no. They split up when I was like five. My mom doesn’t want me to have contact with him. I don’t know why. She won’t tell me anything. Said she caught him doing something... with someone. I assume he cheated. My mom insists that he’s a bad person. But, he’s my dad. I love him and he’s always there. Presents sent every birthday and Christmas or any special occasion. Money whenever I need it. Comes and see’s me or fly’s me to see him whenever I want too. One hundred percent effort on his part. He’s more there for me than my mother is. It’s such a weird situation.” Talia explains.   “It must have been bad... I mean, your mom wouldn’t want you to cut him off for no reason, right?” Peter asks.   “I don’t ask questions. I want my dad in my life and that’s all that’s to it.” Talia replies.   “I understand.” Peter says and Talia pulls into the airport and parks up. “I’ll wait here.”   “Alright. I just have to wait outside for him anyway.” Talia smiles and gets out the car, and walks to the entrance of the airport. Peter decides to call Tony while he waits.   “Hi, baby. Everything okay?” Tony says as soon as he answers the phone.   “Yeah... I’m just getting weird vibes from Talia. Everything she’s saying about her dad... it’s just weird. And her last name.”   “I wouldn’t read too much into it. I mean, he can’t be the same person.”   Peter’s just about to reply when he spots Talia walking up to a man, and when he looks over at the car Peter feels like he can’t breathe.   “It’s him. It’s Chase. Chase is her dad. What do I do?” Peter asks, panicked and scared.   “Act normal. See what he does. He’s not going to try anything while she’s in the car. Keep texting me and let me know everything.” Tony replies.   “Okay, I’m gonna go, they’re coming.” Peter says and quickly hangs up the phone. Peter smiles when Talia gets into the car. “You want me to get in the back so your dad can sit in the front?” Peter asks.   “No, you’re fine.” Talia replies and Peter hears the car door open and shut. “Dad, this is Peter.”   “Hi, Peter.” Chase grins. “How are you?”   Peter feels like his heart is in his stomach and about to drop out of his ass. “I’m great. And you?”   “Oh, I’m perfect. Glad to finally see my little girl.”   “Love you, dad.” Talia comments as she pulls off out of the airport. “You speak to Tony?”   “Yeah. He just checked in. You know how he is.” Peter replies.   “Peter’s bagged himself a sugar daddy.” Talia laughs out. “A good one too. Tony Stark.”   “Really? Well done, you.” Chase comments.   “Dad worked for Tony. Maybe he’ll recognise you at the party!” Talia says.   “I’m sure he will.” Chase replies.   “Did... Did you work with Tony a lot?” Peter asks.   Chase smirks. “Only met him a few times. Pepper hired me. Only met the man briefly.”   “Ah fuck. I need to stop of gas. I’m sorry. I thought I’d have enough.” Talia says and pulls into the gas station. Talia gets out and when she closes the door, Chase finally speaks.   “How I’ve missed that gorgeous face.” Chase comments.   “Don’t fucking talk to me. Talia doesn’t need to know that her dad’s a fucking paedophile.”   “Ooh. Strong word. That makes Tony one too.” Chase chuckles.   “No. It doesn’t. There was other’s that came forward with you. One was fucking twelve. You’re sick.” Peter spits at him.   “No there wasn’t. It was all lies, baby. Come on, you enjoyed our night together.” Chase coo’s and Peter feels sick.   “I didn’t. You fucking beat me. I enjoyed the thought of Tony.” Peter replies.   “Oh please, you were screaming my name. You loved it.” Chase then leans forward and Peter can feel his breath of the back of his neck. “You know I made you feel things that your Daddy never could.”   “Don’t fucking talk about Tony. All I have to do is say the word and you’re fucking dead. Daddy won’t hesitate.” Peter throws at him. Chase is about to reply when Talia opens the door and gets in the car. Peter grins. “Can I put some music on?”   “Sure, babe.” Talia says, starting up the car. Peter connects his phone and turns the music up, wanting to drown out Chase and his thoughts.   Thankfully the rest of the drive is in silence, the only noise is coming from the speakers and Peter stays looking out the window and ignoring the conversation Talia and Chase are having. Only answering quickly when a question is thrown his way. Talia finally pulls up to the facility, Peter quickly throws a goodbye and gets out of the car.   Peter runs into the facility and straight into Tony’s arms who’s waiting for him. Tony clutches him close and kisses his hair. “Kill him.” Peter says and Tony nods. “Fucking get rid of him.”   “I will, baby. I’ll do it.” Tony replies. “Daddy’ll do it.”   —————   Peter spends most of the rest of the day in Tony’s bedroom, his head filled with flashbacks of the night.   —   “Be a good boy and get on the bed for me.” Chase said and Peter did exactly that. In perfect sight of the camera of his phone peeking out the pocket of his jeans. Recording everything.   Chase came forward and ran a hand down Peter’s chest and Peter could feel himself shake. Chase kept running his hand down his thighs and the back up to his chest, before leaning down and attempting to kiss Peter who turned his head. “Don’t bother. The only man I’ll kiss is Tony.”   “Fine. I’ve got plans for that mouth anyway.” Chase smirked and Peter grimaced. “Don’t look so disgusted, sweetheart. That pretty cock is giving away exactly how you’re feeling.”   “I’d get hard if the wind was blowing the right way.” Peter spat at him.   “Sure, sure.” Chase teased and leaned his head down to kiss and lick at Peter’s neck, and it was taking everything for Peter not to just push him off and kick the living shit out him.   For_Tony._For_us._For_us_to_be_together.   Chase bit down hard on his neck and Peter yelped. Chase chuckled and bit down again on Peter’s shoulder making him hiss. “Be fucking careful.” Peter spat and Chase shook his head.   “I’ll have you how I want you. You don’t want the world finding out about your little relationship with your dear billionaire.” Chase replied and Peter just nodded. “That’s a good boy. Come get on your knees.” Peter slowly gets off the bed and dropped himself on his knee’s in front of Chase. Chase then locked a hand in his hair and forced his head back. Peter knows he enjoys his hair being pulled that fucking hurt. Peter blinked back the tears and Chase used his other hand to press a thumb to his lips and pull his lip down and Peter took the hint and opened his mouth.   Chase wasted no time shoving his cock down Peter’s throat. Peter literally felt like Chase had just punched him in the throat. He kept coughing and spluttering and tears falling down his face. Chase kept his head in place with one hand in his hair and kept snapping his hips forward. Each thrust felt like a hit to his throat, and his jaw ached. Peter tried to close his mouth a little, just to ease the ache, but teeth ended up scraping against Chase’s cock and Chase hisses and pulled his cock out of Peter’s mouth and delivered a hard smack to Peter’s face.   “Be a good boy and keep that mouth open. I won’t tell you again.” Chase warned and Peter couldn’t help the little sob that escaped his mouth while he nodded, before opening his mouth again and Chase repeating the assault again. Peter felt relieved when Chase finally gave up, but the relief didn’t last long as Chase gripped his arm and pulled him up, and moved him so he could push him face down on to the bed.   Chase grinned as he ran a hand over Peter ass. “I can see why Tony keeps you. I’m gonna be heartbroken when you leave. That ass is beautiful.” Chase commented before slamming is hand down on Peter ass and Peter lets out a shout. “Oh quiet, I know you like it.” Chase said and Peter shook his head.   “You’re being too rough. I hate it. Just... be gentle. Please.” Peter pleaded and Chase laughed before reaching a hand down to Peter’s hair and yanking him up, making Peter cry out. “Stop. Please.” Peter tried again. Chase forced Peter to look at him, and grinned.   “You’re pretty when you cry.” Chase replied before releasing his grip in Peter’s hair and letting the teenager fall forward on to the bed again. Chase then gripped Peter’s hips and pulled Peter on to all fours. The harsh touch disappeared for a moment. Peter then heard the sound of a bottle being opened and then felt the head of Chases cock pressing against his hole. Peter jolted forward.   “You haven’t prepped me.” Peter choked out and Chase chuckled and pulled him back.   “So?” Chase replied, and without warning pushes all the way in making Peter borderline scream in pain which earned him a hard quick slap to the side of this thigh. “Be quiet, it doesn’t hurt that much.” Chase commented, before groaning deeply. “Fuck, you’re so tight. Such a shame I don’t get to keep you.”   “You’ll never get to keep me. I’m Tony’s.” Peter gritted out, teeth clenched and tears running down his face. “You’re fucking sick.”   “And you’re hard.” Chase resorted, and Peter sobbed. The next hour was filled with hard thrusts, harsh hits, bites and scratches, and Peter counting the minutes until it’s over. “M’gonna come.” Chase finally groans out. “Gonna fill this little ass up.”   “No. No please. Anywhere else. Not in me.” Peter sobs out and Chase grips his hair again and shoved his face into the mattress below him, and Peter froze and finally gave up fighting.   —   Peter finally breaks and screams out. His hands gripping his hair as he buries his face in his thighs, and sobs hard. Tony’s then bursting through the door, Steve and Natasha following behind. Tony rushes over to the bed and attempts to pull the teenager into his arms, but Peter’s pushing him away and crying out. “Don’t fucking touch me.”   “Baby, it’s me. It’s Tony. It’s Daddy. Come on, baby.” Tony begs, tears of his own threatening to leave his eyes.   “You fucking did this. You took me there. You let this happen.” Peter cries out, not looking up and hugging his arms around his legs. “I want to go home.”   “I didn’t mean for this to happen. I didn’t want you to that. I didn’t want you to go to him. I want to keep you safe. I wanna keep you safe.” Tony replies, and Natasha comes over to rub his back. “I’m so sorry, Peter. I’m so sorry.”   “He’s hurting. He doesn’t mean it.” Natasha tells Tony and Tony nods.   “I want to go home.” Peter repeats and Tony shakes his head.   “I need you with me. I need to know you’re safe.” Tony says. “Baby, don’t leave me.” Peter finally looks up and Tony quickly grabs him and pulls him close and Peter breaks down all over again and Tony rocks him in his arms. “I’ll keep you safe. I’ll keep you safe.”   Chapter End Notes I’m sorry. Comment your thoughts and how much you hate me Love to you all as always ***** And you can worship me Too. ***** Chapter Summary “Mr. Stark! Apparently almost convicted paedophile, Chase Summers, the same guy you fired, is attending your party tonight? Is this true?” Tony looks shocked and turns to Peter while he thinks of something to say but Peter quickly speaks first. “He’s my best friends, basically my twin, dad. He wasn’t convicted. The statement made against him was false. Yes, others came forward, but can we trust their word when the first statement was false.” Peter says and keeps a smile on his face the whole time. Tony then nods and guides Peter into the venue. Chapter Notes Merry Christmas, ya filthy animals. The songs used in this chapter are; Years & Years - Worship Max - Wrong. The songs are in the playlist for this fic! See the end of the chapter for more notes Tony walks back into the room, and smiles over at Steve who’s got Peter wrapped up in a blanket and in his arms, and the teenager is snoring lightly and Steve offers a small smile. “He just fell asleep.” “It’s okay. Don’t move him. He needs rest.” Tony explains and sits on the edge of the bed. Steve sighs and holds out one of his arms and Tony shifts onto the bed and lays down, presses against Steve’s side and Steve’s arm holds him close, his thumb pushing up Tony’s shirt a little and rubbing the skin underneath. “I’m gonna kill him.” Tony promises and Steve nods. “Tell me what to do and I’ll help.” Steve offers and Tony nods and closes his eyes briefly. “Do you ever think of us?” Steve asks quietly and Tony looks up at him. “You mean that night? Before it all went to shit and you basically became a war criminal and ran off with your boyfriend?” Tony teases and Steve gives him a serious look. “Of course I do. I thought we was sorting ourselves out... Thought we were falling. Guess not.” “Is this why you allow what happens between us three? Because no one else gets to touch him. But, you let me.” Steve asks and Tony shrugs. “I trust you. And he likes you. Plus, I enjoy seeing you wrecked and not so put together.” Tony smirks and Steve huffs out a little laugh. “You’re lucky. Peter’s... perfect.” Steve comments and Tony hums in agreement. “He is. And mine. All mine.” Tony replies. “I know. Don’t worry. I’m not going to steal him away.” Steve laughs. “Only want Tony anyway.” Peter pipes up, his voice quiet and laced with exhaustion. “I know. We just all have fun.” Steve replies. “Didn’t know you two slept together.” Peter comments and Tony laughs. “We didn’t! We just had a moment that almost ended up with us sleeping together.” Tony explains and Peter nods. “Fuck your moments. You’re mine.” Peter jokes, his voice still quiet. Peter then shuffles a little in Steve’s arm, getting comfy. “Don’t wanna move.” “Then don’t. You stay there as long as you need, doll.” Steve says and Peter smiles at the pet name. “You have to always call me that now.” Peter teases and Tony grins as Steve laughs. “Why didn’t you tell me it was you who set it up?” Peter asks and Tony shrugs. “Would you have let me set it up?” Tony asks. “No.” Peter replies simply. “No, I wouldn’t.” “Exactly.” “Was Pepper in on it? Did you set up her coming into the bedroom that morning? Fake argument and all that shit.” Peter wonders. “Yep.” Tony replies and Peter just nods, and Steve gives him and little squeeze. “If it wasn’t for the both of you touching me right now, all I would be able to feel is him.” Peter admits. “Then we’ll stay here until you feel better.” Steve says and leans his head down to press a kiss to his hair. “We’ll stay here as long as you need. Give you whatever you need.” “I need you both to fuck me.” Peter throws out. “Don’t ask questions. Don’t say no. Just fuck me.” “No.” Steve replies and Peter whines. “Absolutely not. That isn’t what you need. And we aren’t doing that. I’m gonna go run you a bath and we’ll sit and help you. Afterwards I’ll wrap you up and we’ll watch a movie and we’ll hold you, and care and love you until you’re mind is right.” Tony explains and Steve hums in agreement. “Fine.” Peter says, and watches as Tony gets up off the bed and goes into the bathroom. Steve then wraps his other arm around Peter and holds him as close as he can and Peter melts into the warmth. “I have weird feelings for you.” Peter admits and Steve chuckles a little. “Me too, doll. Me too.” ———— Tony and Steve take their time washing Peter’s hair and body and showering him with affection. Tony telling him that he’s perfect and Steve promising that no one will hurt him again. That him and Tony will protect him and Peter’s never felt more safe. Natasha comes through just as Steve’s helping Peter out of the bath, a huge fluffy towel in hand and comes over to wrap him up in it and cuddle him close. Once Peter’s dressed and settled under the covers Bucky enters the bedroom with a pizza and pops it on the bed and offers him a small smile and a little pat on his shoulder, and Natasha leans down to give him a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving with Bucky. Tony and Steve then settle either side of him and both throw an arm around his shoulder. “Daddy, I wanna watch The Good Dinosaur.” Peter says and Tony feels his insides melt and looks over at Steve who just smiling down at Peter. “Please.” “Sure, baby. Whatever you want.” Tony replies and quickly puts on the movie, before picking up a slice of pizza and offering it to Peter. “Have something to eat, baby.” Peter nods and takes the slice from Tony and takes a small bite, eyes locked on the TV in front of them. They watch the movie in silence, Peter occasionally cuddling up to either one of them before switching to the other. Steve glances over at Tony who looks back at him and offers a small smile. “Bathroom break.” Peter announces and pushes the covers off himself and climbs over Tony to get out of the bed, and disappears into the bathroom. “I have questions.” Steve states and Tony chuckles and nods for him to ask whatever he needs to. “Why did he sound so... small? Childlike?” “It’s something between us. It’s hard to explain. Peter’s going through something traumatic so he’s obviously using that to escape and if that’s what’s going to make him feel better then...” Tony just shrugs, not sure how to finish explaining. “Just quickly explain.” Steve says and Tony sighs before explaining everything and by the end Steve’s nodding, understanding. “I get it.” “He’s been in there a while.” Tony says before getting up and knocking on the bathroom door. “Baby... you okay?” Tony calls out and waits for a moment. When there’s no reply, Tony tries opening the door but, of course, it’s locked. “FRIDAY! Is Peter okay?” “He seems to be in distress, sir.” “Steve, get this door open.” Tony says and Steve quickly gets off the bed and rushes over. “Baby, move back, or unlock the door because on the count of five, Steve’s gonna kick this door through.” Tony calls out and thankfully Peter unlocks the door and opens it a little, and Tony feels his heart break all over again at the sight of tear stained cheeks and the sound of little sniffles. “Come on, baby. Come here.” Tony opens his arms, and Peter walks into them, sniffling. “What’s going on, sweetheart?” “I’ve ruined your birthday.” Peter sniffs and Tony chuckles and kisses his forehead. “Baby, no. You haven’t. I promise. I’ve got you... that’s all I could ever want. As long as I’ve got you I’ll always be happy.” Tony promises and Peter sniffles again. Steve steps closer to them and rubs a hand up and down Peter’s back. ——— Sunday_Morning. Tony woke to a wet heat on his hole, and his hand quickly flew down to tangle in Peter’s hair, and hold him close. Tony rocked his hips against his tongue, and groaned loudly. Peter pulled away a little bit and brought up a hand to stroke Tony’s cock. “Happy Birthday, Daddy.” Peter says sweetly and Tony grins. “Thank you, baby. You sure you’re okay doing this?” Tony asks and Peter nods. “Now you’re awake you can flip over and make this easier for me.” Peter says and Tony nods and let’s go of his hair and Peter moves back to let Tony flip over. Tony then raises up onto his knee’s a little and Peter wastes no time diving back in, and Tony drops his head onto the pillow and moans. Peter’s tongue is pushing against his hole and Tony pushes his hips back into the heat. Peter then pulls away and Tony can feel the pad of his thumb rubbing and pushing a little bit on his hole. “Can I?” “You wanna fuck Daddy, baby?” Tony groans out. “Yes.” Peter replies simply. “Go ahead. Be nice... it’s been a while.” Tony tells him and soon hears a bottle open, and then a lubed finger stroking over him. The finger is then pushing slowly into him and Tony drags out a long moan. Peter slowly moves his finger for a few moments. “Add another.” Tony groans out and Peter slowly eases in a second finger, moving slowly and stretching until Tony asks for a third and soon enough he’s lubing and pushing gently into Tony. Peter finally settles fully in Tony and waits until he tells him to move, moaning quietly and breathing harder. Peter rocks his hips in and out of Tony as gently as he can, listening to the old man moan lowly. Peter eventually picks up the pace, and his hands end up on Tony’s hips and Tony lowers his back and Peter starts thrusting harder, moaning and gasping lightly. Peter’s grip tightens as he continues to fuck into Tony, the older man twisting his hands into the bed sheets and lifting and twisting his head to look back at Peter before dropping his head back to bury his face in the pillows below him and pushing back a little to meet his thrusts. “Fuck, I forgot how good this feels.” Tony moans out into the fabric and Peter hums in agreement. “M’not gonna last long.” Peter moans out and Tony nods. “It’s okay, baby. Keep going.” Tony moans back. “Don’t fucking stop.” Peter starts to fuck into him with all he’s got chasing his release and slightly annoyed with himself that he didn’t make this last longer, and soon enough he’s moaning out loudly and spilling into Tony, leaning forward and resting his forehead on Tony’s back. Peter pulls out and Tony flips over and Peter smirks at the wet patch on the bed and the come smeared on Tony’s stomach. “It felt good. Shush.” Tony says and Peter laughs a little before laying down next to him. “I prefer bottoming.” Peter says after a few moments of silence and the both of them burst out laughing. ——— “Open it. Open it!” Peter laughs excitedly after handing Tony his wrapped gift. “Alright! I’m opening it.” Tony laughs back and opens the paper to find a framed picture of him and Peter. The one they had taken in Malibu on the beach. Tony grins and throws the paper to one side. “I love it.” Tony says, looking over at Peter who was sitting next to him on the couch. “Thank you, sweetheart.” Tony then presses a light kiss to Peter’s lips and Peter smiles into the kiss before pulling away. “I have another present for you but, it’s for later.” Peter grins. “I can’t wait.” Tony replies. “And I have a plan.” “For what?” Tony asks. “Chase.” Peter answers quietly. “Tell me.” “You won’t like it. I’ll have to flirt with him and possibly... mess around with him a little bit, but... I should be able to get him to confess some stuff and get FRIDAY to record it. I mean... I’d release the video... like, hand it over to the police but, I mentioned you in the video and it would incriminate you and I can’t do that.” Peter explains and Tony sighs. “You’re right. I don’t like it. But, you’re gonna do it anyway.” Tony says and Peter nods. ———— Tony pulls up outside the venue and Peter grins at the amount of reporters standing outside behind red rope. Peter then looks over at Tony. “You’re birthdays always this much of an event?” “Always, sweetheart.” Tony smirks before getting out the car and Peter hears the calls for Tony and watches the cameras flash. “How is this my life?” Peter whispers to himself before Tony’s opening the car door and offering his hand. Peter takes it and steps out the car and smiles up at Tony as he closes the door. “This is crazy.” “Stay close as always.” Tony reminds and Peter nods. “We’ll stand for a few pictures and then go inside, alright?” Tony says and Peter just nods again, keeping a tight grip on Tony’s hand. Tony guides Peter to the middle of the crowd, and let’s go of his hand to wrap an arm around his waist. Peter places his arm around Tony’s waist. “Just smile, and stand close to me.” Tony tells him and Peter nods. They stand for a few minutes, smiling and posing for the cameras, Tony answering little questions. They start to make their way towards the doors when a report pipes up. “Mr. Stark! Apparently almost convicted paedophile, Chase Summers, the same guy you fired, is attending your party tonight? Is this true?” Tony looks shocked and turns to Peter while he thinks of something to say but Peter quickly speaks first. “He’s my best friends, basically my twin, dad. He wasn’t convicted. The statement made against him was false. Yes, others came forward, but can we trust their word when the first statement was false.” Peter says and keeps a smile on his face the whole time. Tony then nods and guides Peter into the venue. “Well done, baby.” Tony comments and smiles over at all the guests. “Thanks.” Peter replies. “You singing for me tonight?” Tony asks and Peter grins up at him. “Of course.” ———— “Thank you all for coming. I don’t really know what to say other than thank you for all your gifts, but the greatest one I’ve received is waking up to my beautiful boy every morning and the fact he stays with me.” Tony says and everyone aw’s and smiles. “It’s difficult, trust me. He’s so old.” Peter teases and everyone laughs and Tony grins. “Little brat.” Tony comments and everyone laughs again. “Anyway, this little brat is going to sing for me.” “Because he can’t buy you anything because you’d be buying your own gift.” Talia laughs out as Peter walks past her. “Sugar daddy issues.” Peter laughs back at her and the whole room joins in. Tony pats his backside and pulls him close, pressing a soft kiss. “You’re so bratty.” Tony says before walking away and leaving Peter standing by the microphone. “Wanna_be_here_tonight. Wanna hide in your light. Wanna cover my eyes, I feel you reflect in me. I worship all that you see.” Chase was standing way to close to Tony and Peter can see Tony’s fist clenched down by his side and gripping his drink tightly in the other, but thankfully a smile on his face and his gaze entirely focused on Peter. “Can_still_make_it_right? Can be what you like? Can I keep up this fight? I hope that you’ll never know, why I need your control.” Peter decides to keep his eyes locked on Chase instead, decides to start his plan now, and hopefully get the fucker locked away for as long as he can. “You’re_all_I_need_to_survive. Blind devotion And you’ll be my sacrifice You say you love...” “He’s amazing. I had no idea.” Steve says to Tony and Tony looks up at him. “I could listen to him forever. He’s perfect.” Tony says. “Hmm, I agree.” Chase chimes in behind his glass and Steve gives him a deathly stare, and pulls Tony back to him when Tony steps forward. “Let Peter do what he needs to do. This could work.” Steve tells Tony quietly and Tony just nods. “I_worship,_high_praises my longing drives me crazy for My kingdom for your graces I’m not gonna tell nobody I’m not gonna tell nobody ‘bout you. I’m not gonna tell nobody ‘bout you.” Peter keeps his gaze on Chase, thankful he’s standing next to Tony because to everyone else Peter’s just looking at Tony and it doesn’t seem weird. “Gotta_hold_my_head_up. Gotta move for your touch. Gotta keep my lips shut. I’ll do what you tell me to. ‘Cause in darkness I follow you. I follow you.” Chase holds his gaze and grins, and Peter feels sick but knows it’ll all be worth it. “You’re_all_I_need_to_survive. Blind devotion And you’ll be my sacrifice You say you love...” ———— Peter walks around with Tony, once he finished his song, hand in hand, Tony keeping him close while talking to guests and doing the usual routine that they do at parties. Peter soon let’s go of Tony’s hand and gives him a little nod. Peter starts to make his way to the kitchen, but makes sure to brush past Chase on his way, and give a little tug on his sleeve. Peter then pulls out his phone. Peter - 9:47pm. Kitchen, need to tell you something. Peter then puts his phone back in his pocket and carries on walking to the kitchen, walking over to the counter and pushing himself up so he’s sitting down on it. Chase appears a few moments later and makes his way over to Peter. “I noticed... that your eyes were on me the whole time. Not one little glance at Tony.” Chase says as soon as he’s standing between Peter’s legs. Peter’s phone vibrates in his pocket and he pulls it out to quickly look at the message before putting it back in. Talia - 9:48pm. Five minutes, babe. “Maybe I was looking at Tony. You was stood next to him.” Peter replies. “No, baby, your eyes were all on me.” Chase says and his hands make their way to Peter’s hips. “I thought you hated me.” “I’ve had a change of heart.” Peter says simply and Chase smirks. “Your Daddy not doing it for you?” Chase asks and Peter scoffs. “Please. I’m with Tony for his money. You won’t believe the amount of things he’s bought me. I got a car for my seventeenth. And he plans on setting me up to work along side him. His company will be mine and his... and then just mine.” Peter smirks and insanely proud of how truthful he sounds and Chase grins. “That’s my boy. I knew you would come to me. I knew it.” Chase says and Peter nods, wrapping his arms around Chase’s shoulders, pulling him close. “If you wanna be with me. I need total honesty.” Peter says quietly. “Ask me anything, baby.” “Am I the only one? The only underage kid you’ve been with?” Peter asks and Chase takes a moment before shaking his head. “Plenty others. All consensual, of course. I’m not a monster.” Chase replies. “I know that. I know. How old was the youngest?” Peter asks again. “If I tell you that you’ll run for the hills.” Chase says and Peter shakes his head. “You really wanna know?” Chase asks and Peter nods his head. “Do something for me. So I know you mean it.” “Anything.” Peter replies quickly. “Kiss me and call me it. Because, I know for sure you’d only call Tony that. Or someone you’re generally interested.” Peter’s then leaning forward and praying that he doesn’t vomit straight into Chase’s mouth. He keeps the kiss soft and sweet and Chase is letting out a little moan, and Peter pulls away and smiles. “Happy, Daddy?” Peter says and feels himself die a little. It’s okay. Tony knows he’s your Daddy. He’s your only Daddy. No one else. It’s worth it. “You’re really mine, aren’t you?” Chase says, looking down at Peter, and Peter smiles and nods. “Alright. I’ll tell you. But, promise this won’t change anything.” “I promise.” Chase takes a deep breath, but keeps his eyes on Peter. “Twelve.” Peter doesn’t answer, just tries to process the fact that the man he just kissed has kissed a a freaking child like that. Just the way he did. “Yeah. I figured it would. Why would you even ask?” “It’s fine!” Peter quickly says. “It is?” “Yeah...” Peter says and hops off the counter and quickly realises that Talia is standing in the door way. “It’s fine because... FRIDAY has just recorded our entire conversation and is currently sending it right to the police... and the press of course.” Peter smirks at the way Chase’s face falls. “You little fucking bitch.” Chase starts to step forward but Peter grabs his arm, twists it behind his back and slams him forward into the counter, proud of the loud crack before letting Chase fall to the floor. Tony and Steve’s coming through the door at the point and Steve grins at the sight. “Well done, doll.” Steve praises, and Peter grins. “You did good, baby.” Tony says as he walks over to Talia and pulls her into his arms. “I’m sorry, Talia.” “You didn’t do it. He did. He’s sick. You all did the right thing.” Talia sniffles. Chase groans and Tony surprised at Talia’s comment. “Oh, shut the fuck up.” Peter laughs a little, and Steve walks over to haul Chase up from the floor. “I’ve got it from here.” Steve says and Peter nods. ———— The rest of the night goes well, perfectly even. Talia quickly gets over what happened in the kitchen and she’s laughing and joking with everyone and sitting on Bruce’s lap, his arms locked around her waist. “Sing again!” Talia shouts out to Peter and every nods and claps. “Sing to me!” “Alright. I got something.” Peter laughs and walks over to the microphone after talking to Ned who starts up the song. “Wanted_to_take_her_back_to_my_place. Driving ninety, let the cops chase Making that damn that feels good face But she don’t wanna wait, nah, wait till we get home.” Peter takes the microphone off the stand and walks over to Talia and leans down to her. “Oh that girl she want it, yeah she need it. She’s a bad mother-, yeah, and I believe it.” “Yes, bitch!” Talia laughs and Bruce laughs with her. “She’s_says_pull_over_and_don’t_lock_the_doors. She don’t care who sees anymore. It’s better when it feels wrong. It’s better when it feels wrong.” Peter then pulls Talia up and she turns to press her back up against his chest, and looking over at Tony who’s grinning at them. “Six_miles_high_up_in_the_air_space. She said come on to the back, baby. Everybody knows what’s just happening. She don’t give a shit, she just want this-“ Talia turns in Peter’s arm, slotting them together. “Oh that girl she want it, yeah she need it. She’s a bad mother-, yeah, and I believe it.” Peter and Talia move their hips together in time to the music, and Steve whistles at them and Peter winks at him. “She’s_says_come_closer_and_don’t_lock_the_door. She don’t care who sees anymore. It’s better when it feels wrong. It’s better when it feels wrong.“ Peter spins her around, Talia holding on to his hand. “It’s_better_when_it_feels_wrong. It’s better when it feels wrong. It’s better when it feels wrong.” “Talia’s taking the next part because I can’t rap.” Peter laughs and passes Talia the microphone, who moves out of his arms. “Pull_up,_in_that_drop_top_for_me,_yeah. I ain’t seen max since that summer, yeah. Count all them hunnids, I stay from ya. Count all them hunnids, I stay from ya.” Talia walks over to Bruce and carries on the song, and Bruce is grinning and looking up at her. “Now,_baby,_are_you_really_feeling_me,_or_it’s_because_what_I_was_just_taking about? After_I’m_done,_you_tell_me_you_love_me,_I_look_at_you,_now_I_be_kicking_you out.” Talia then turns back to Peter and walks back over to him. “I_be_kicking_you_out,_yeah. Baby tell me is you real? Baby tell me is you real? Baby tell me is you real?” Talia passes the microphone back for Peter to finish the song. “It’s_better_when_it_feels_wrong. It’s better when it feels wrong. It’s better when it feels wrong. It’s better when it feels wrong. It’s better when it feels wrong.” “I love you.” Talia says while pulling Peter into a hug once the song ends. “I love you too. And I’m sorry about your dad.” Peter whispers back. ———— “Tonight went well.” Peter laughs while walking through into Tony’s mansion. “I’m happy Aunt May let me stay with you tonight.” “Don’t think you’re skipping out on school tomorrow. I’ll be waking you up and taking you.” Tony replies. “After a thorough fucking I hope.” Peter smirks and Tony delivers a heavy slap to Peter’s ass making him squeak. “We’re going for a shower, and then we’re going to sleep. I’m tired.” Tony says and throws his keys onto a table as they walk towards Tony’s room. “Are you sure? I haven’t given you your gift yet.” Peter says and Tony groans, following Peter into the bedroom, watching him as he shrugs his jacket off and starts to unbutton his shirt. “Shower and sleep.” Tony says and Peter sighs. “Fine. You’re the one missing out.” Peter replies while undoing his belt, pulling it through the loops and throwing it to the floor. Tony then comes up behind him and runs his hands over Peter’s stomach, before starting to unbutton his trousers, but Peter moves his hands away. “Oh no, you didn’t want your present.” “What are you hiding?” Tony laughs and Peter steps out of his arms and turns to him. “You don’t get to find out.” Peter smirks. “Baby, no. Show me. Lemme see my present.” Tony whines and Peter grins, reaching down to finish what Tony started and slowly reveals dark red silk that makes Tony lower himself to his knee’s and motion for Peter to come closer. “Lemme see, baby. Show Daddy.” Peter walks into him slowly, and when he’s close enough Tony hooks his fingers around the fabric and pulls his trousers to the floor. Tony’s then running his fingers off the red fabric. “Where’d these panties come from, baby?” “Talia got them for me.” Peter answers and Tony hums. “Do you like them, Daddy?” “Yes, I do. You look so pretty, baby. All for me, right?” Tony asks and looks up at Peter who’s looking right back down at him. “Only for you. Always, Daddy.” “Good boy.” Tony comments. “Daddy’s tired, baby. I’ll reserve this present for another night, if that’s okay?” “Of course, Daddy.” Peter replies sweetly and Tony stands up to pull him close and kiss him softly. ———— “There is another gift.” Peter says, his head laying on Tony’s chest and the older man’s arm bent across his back, holding him close and stroking his fingers across his shoulder. “Yeah?” Tony asks and looks down at him. “I’ve got a school break coming up. I’d like to go back to Malibu.” Peter says and Tony chuckles. “That seems more like a gift for you, dear.” Tony says. “And for a whole week... Total power exchange.” Peter finishes and Tony shifts a little to fully look down at him, and Peter looks up, meeting his eyes. “Are you sure? You’d do that?” Tony asks and Peter nods. “You get to fully own me for a week.” Peter says and Tony grins. “I’d love that.” Tony replies and settles back down and pulls him close. “I’ll love it more if I get to have my Little during that week.” “Anything you want, Daddy. Anything you want.” Chapter End Notes I love you all and I hope you had a really lovely Christmas. Comments lemme know how I’m doing and give me life. Up next - Malibuuuuuu! ***** Notice. ***** Wassup broskis.   I was originally gonna carry this on, but as some know, I struggled with this fic. I found myself hating it, and guess what, it's happened again. I just can't get on with it. I just can't.   So, I've decided the previous chapter will be the last.   I figured because everything ended so nicely, I could just kinda end it there until I feel I could write a squeal or maybe even just pick up and continue, but I don't think that will happen.   I had plans for a new fic, which I started writing, which I also now hate.   So, I currently have another idea, but I kinda wanna write the majority of it and make sure it's something I'm truly happy with until I post anything.   But!   This idea means this fic will have to come down because it means sorta, merging what I've wrote, like the two fics I have.   And you're probably thinking. 'how's that gonna work?'   There's elements in this fic that I love, and with the other fic, I feel like I could make it something good. So like taking parts from each fic and stuff. Because I love bratty, little shit Peter, but I also love hurt and needs a hug Peter. I HAVE IDEAS OKAY.   I just have ideas, and I don't wanna put that out there until I know I'm gonna be happy.   Thank you for your support with this, but right now, I can't continue it. Love to you all as always.   (I'll be deleting this ''chapter'' in a few days, and adding this to the notes of the previous chapter.) Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!