Anyway, this is something I’ve had on my mind for a while. Superior Iron Man and hero Spider-man. Also, sorta inspire by a tumblr post I saw on TikTok. I’m trying to motivate myself back into writing more so... well, we see how it goes. TW: Implied abuse/sexual assault
Tony was in a meeting, pretending to pay attention, when his security altered him to a little bug problem. He brought up his camera screen, annoyed. Spider-Man out on his balcony. The goody-two-shoes hero was cute at first, attempting to interfere with Tony’s work. But he was slowly becoming a thorn in the man’s side. Little boy had a lot of nerve, coming unsolicited to Tony’s home. Did he think Tony was away?
He glared at the screen as Spider-man took a couple of wobbly steps toward the penthouse. “Shall I deploy defenses, Boss?” FRIDAY asked.
“Don’t bother,” Tony replied. Something wasn’t right. The video was grainy, due to rain and wind, but Spider-Man wasn’t carrying himself with the usual youthful confidence. “I’ll go myself.”
He stood, ignoring the protest from Pepper. His silver suit was already enveloping his body as he stepped out to a suitable launching place outside the building. He took off toward his penthouse, flying into the storm. It took less than a minute to reach the balcony and land in front of the hero.
Spider-man leaned up against the wall, soaking wet and shaking. Iron Man approached. The younger man was breathing heavily. His suit was torn and bloodied, and he held his left arm close to his body.
“I think you’re lost, little Spider,” Tony said, his eyes glowing blue through the weather.
The hero lifted his head with effort, his mask missing one of its reflective eye pieces. Tony could see his whiskey brown eyes, red rimmed from crying and his pupils blown... had he been drugged? “What are you doing here?” Tony demanded.
Spider-Man used the wall to stand himself up a little more. “I...” he coughed, and Tony could hear the wetness of blood his mouth. “I... didn’t know where else to go...” He stepped toward Tony, legs wobbling. “They’d... t-they’d find me.” He slipped and Tony caught the hero in his arms. Spider-man didn’t resist. His hand wound around Tony’s armor clad wrist, and he held on tightly. “They’d never come here...” he whimpered.
Of course. No one would be stupid enough to cross Tony Stark. Especially if they ran in the same criminal circles. Whoever ‘they’ were, they’d hurt his hero. Spider-man was a nuisance, but he still belonged to Tony. He thought he’d made that clear when he rescued the hero from an Oscorp villain of the week.
He lifted the Spider into his arms and carried him toward the penthouse entrance. The boy finally relaxed in his arms. “Don’t worry little hero,” Tony said. “You’re safe here.” It was a small lie, but his Spider’s eyes fluttered closed anyway. Poor, exhausted thing. Tony would take care of him.
Peter woke with a start, shooting out of the bed he was in. His ears were ringing and something to his right was beeping incessantly. His arm felt trapped and heavy. He stared at it and the cast around it. He was sore all over, but he managed to look around the room. Peter sat on a hospital bed, but this was a normal looking bedroom. He didn’t remember going to a hospital. He didn’t remember much of the night before. Just pain, people laughing, touching him... Peter put his hands against his head, the rush of blurry memories returning made it pound.
He rubbed his eyes and froze. His mask. He had definitely escaped in the suit... and then come to Stark. But his suit and his mask were gone now. The beeping to his right intensified. Peter couldn’t breathe. Stark knew who he was! Because he’d come here while drugged out of his mind. He thought he’d be able to trust the villain for some reason. He shook his head, still trying to calm down.
There was a knock on the bedroom door, breaking Peter from his panic. A woman in a white lab coat came in, followed by Stark himself.
“Mr. Stark said you were awake,” the woman greeted. “I’m Dr. Cho. I’ve been taking care of you since your accident.”
“Accident?” Peter asked, tearing his eyes from Starks imposing figure to the doctor.
“Yes,” She said, “You we’re hit by a car, outside of Stark Tower. You’re lucky to be alive. You injured your head and broke your arm. Everything else is superficial.”
Peter nodded. Stark had created him an alibi. Dr. Cho continued explaining Peter’s condition, but the boy turned his attention Stark. The man gave him a wink with those icy blue eyes. Peter tried to pay attention to Dr. Cho, but he was still panicking about Stark knowing him.
“You’ll need rest,” Dr. Cho said. “And Mr. Stark has agreed you may stay in the in guest room here. I’ll be by from time for time to deliver medications and see your progress.”
She looked at Peter expectantly. “Thank you,” the boy said to her with a small nod.
“Yes, Thank you Doctor,” Tony said. “You’ve helped us so much. I’m sure we should leave Peter to sleep again now.” He escorted the woman toward the door and they disappeared from the room.
Peter felt his heart speeding up in his chest again. Stark had called him by his name. God, how could he have been so stupid to come here? He had to run. Again.
Peter attempted to move, wiggling out of the bedsheets and willing his legs to work as they dangled over the side of the bed. His IV tubes tugged on his arm, but he ignored it. He’d just rip them out when he was standing. Just a little further and his feet were on the floor.
Then the door swung back open. Stark stood there, frowning at Peter but his eyes twinkled with amusement. “Really?” He asked. “Where do you think you’re going to go exactly?”
“You took off my mask!” Peter accused, the first thing to blurt out of his mouth.
“Did you want the entire medical team to know you were Spider-Man?” Stark asked as he stepped into the room and slammed the door shut behind him. “Only one person in this building knows. To everyone else you’re just an intern who was hit by a car on his way to work.”
Peter took a couple of deep breathes, still angry but... Stark was right. He’d helped Peter...
Stark put his hands on Peter’s shoulders and moved him back. He used Peter’s moment of stunned silence to lay the boy back down. “I’ve thought a lot about you and this whole Hero thing you’ve been doing,” Stark said. “I never knew you’d be so pretty under the mask, Spider.”
Peter glared at him, brought back from his stupor as Stark cupped his cheek. He jerked away from the touch. “Don’t...” he said, though his voice was quiet and unsure. “Don’t touch me.”
“I won’t do what your assailants attempted,” Stark said. “I don’t have to force my partners. And I never will, Peter.”
The boy looked at him again, eye shining with unspooled tears. He wondered just how much his little spider remembered. “You’re mine now,” he said to the hero. “You understand that, don’t you?”
Peter nodded, just once. “Yes, Mr. Stark.”
Good boy. He already knew it. There was no escape from Stark’s reach.
“You’ll stay here and heal, then you become my new PA,” Tony explained. “Finally you’ll have a proper meal ticket. And I’ll even let you continue with Spider-man, because that suit fits you so incredibly well.”
Stark caught the roll of Peter’s eyes, but that little bratty spark was something he loved in a potential partner. He’d make Peter crave his attention. They’d be spending plenty of time together after all. “I just need one thing from you,” Tony said.
Peter’s eyes snapped up to his, apprehensive. Tony tilted the boy’s chin a little, checking out the bruise on his cheek and neck. “This is unacceptable,” he explained. “No one is allowed to touch you like this again. So... I need their names.”
Peter’s pretty eyes widened with realization. “I... I can’t,” he said softly, turning his head away.
Tony gripped the boy’s chin more firmly and turned their gazes back together. “Peter,” he warned.
“I-I can’t!” Peter insisted. “Knowing what you’ll do, Mr. Stark, I can’t tell you.” More tears, and this time one slipped down his black and blue cheek.
“Give me just one,” Tony said, his tone softer. “One name. And knowing what I’ll do, the world be safer for it.” He let go of Peter’s face, and ran his hands through the hero’s soft brown locks. Peter sniffled and closed his eyes. Tony could make Peter tell him, but this was a test. Could his Spider do it? Knowing Tony would likely torture and kill these men? Could Peter condemn them? Could Tony bend the hero’s morals to his will?
Peter let out a shaky breath. He closed his eyes and leaned into Tony’s touch. His voice didn’t waver, though it was quiet. “Quentin Beck,” he said. “You’ll find the others if you find him.”
Tony grinned and leaned over Peter. A little physical affection was all it took, as he suspected. So when a pet does something you like, you reward it. Tony waited for Peter to look up at him again, with those teary, pretty doe eyes. Then he kissed Peter’s forehead and whispered. “Good boy.”
