It had been a few days since my little spat with the kid, and since then, he had been pushing every boundary. It was like he was trying to piss me off. He would get just loud enough where I would get irritated, but never so loud he caused "disturbance".
And he wasn't even my main nuisance. Beck had been extra irritating as of late, always asking Dum-e unnecessary questions. So I thought I'd pay him a visit. And boy, did he look a mess.
I walked down on the platform, taking his sorry form in.
"Are you seriously crying?" I scoffed. "Don't be a baby." I watched him slowly look up at me.. His eyes puffy and red while stained with tears. The heavy bags under his eyes. His hair full of tangles and knots. The only thing I could see was the dull look in his eyes because of the light that hung over him.
For a minute I almost felt bad. He slowly crawled towards the light and towards me. He was stopped by his chain length.
"T-Tony..." His voice was shakey.
"Y-Yes?" I mocked him.
"Please.."
"Please what?"
"..I d-don't want to be down here anymore..please.. it's b-been yea-years.. Please! I'll d-do anything!" I felt a playful smirk come across my face.
"Anything?" Beck slowly backed up but he hesitantly nodded. "A-Anything.." I thought about it for a minute and then looked him in his cold lifeless eyes.
"Alright Beck. I have something that you can do." He swallowed heart but was trying to act brave. I shot him a quick grin before turning around and walking to the back wall he couldn't reach. I took the key off and jangled it a bit to tease him before walking over and separating the chain from his Obedience shock collar (which is self explanatory, he doesn't listen he gets shocked). Beck slowly stood to his feet.
"T-Tony thank yo-" I cut him off with a kick to his shin.
"Ba, ba, ba. We aren't done yet. I haven't even told you what you agreed to." He gulped. His uneasiness made me happy. "You, Quentin Beck, Mysterio, My Q-Tip. Are going to serve me." He let out a shaky sigh.
"Y-you mean like a s-s-slav-slave..?"
"I was going to say more like a housecleaner.. but I guess slave works too." His hands were shaking and his legs were wobbling.
"W-Well.." He finally spoke. "I-..It beats bein-being chained down h-here.." "Smart boy." I pat him roughly on the back which caused him to cough.
"I'll let you take a shower and get washed up. Your clothes will be waiting for you." He bowed to thank me before walking up the stairs. I wasn't concerned.
About him trying to leave. After all, if he did try to trick me he'd get some nice shocks for every time he was outside. I hung the keys back up and took the elevator instead. I was greeted with a surprise when the doors opened. None other than Peter and boy oh boy did he not look happy.
I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow.
"What." He took a breath before rolling his hands into fists.
"Mr. Stark. I can't do this."
"Oh? Do what."
"Live like this! I can't live in fear or- or whatever this is! I'm done!" This pissed me off. I put a hand on his shoulder to show him who was boss.
"Watch it Parker. Any more of this and I'll send you ass back." Peter stepped back and flung my hand off.
"Do it!" My eyes opened in surprise. "Send me back! It's better than this! Anything is better than this! I thought you cared about me Tony! I- I loved you! I worshipped you! You were my role model!" I could see tears starting to roll down his once rosey cheeks. "b-but now.. I know the truth.." Once again. This random act of emotions and lashing out almost made me feel bad for him. I had to keep reminding myself he wasn't worth it.
"Fine." He slowly looked up at me.
"F-Fine what..?" "I won't send you back." I could see a slight sparkle in his eyes, almost like he thought he had broke me. Oh how wrong he was. I grabbed his wrist as hard as I could causing him to yelp and try to get out of my grip.
"I won't send you back but I'll show you what I will do."
I ignored his pleads and apologies as I walked down the hall, dragging him towards the lab. I opened the doors with my foot.
"Uh oh-" I heard Otto say before what he had been working on blew up on his face. He looked over at me with a growl. "This better be important, Anthony." He grumbled as he took his stained goggles off. I pushed Peter down which caused him to sob even more.
"Our friend here is being rebellious."
"Ah. I see." He opened a briefcase and took a collar out, one similar to what Beck has. Despite the kid's protests, he locked it around Peter's throat and stepped back.
"Better?"
"Yes, but I have a bigger idea."
"Oh?" He crossed his arms. "Get on with it." I grinned as I walked over and opened a drawer, taking out a set of keys and showing him.
"Do you mean?"
"Mhm."
"Listen Stark. I want to remind you that this is a 17 year old boy. Are you sure?" I nodded.
"He needs to learn who is in charge." Otto sighed before taking the keys.
"If you say so." I watched him walk over to a cabinet and unlock the doors. The Superior Octopus stood strong on it's stand. Otto had kept it for years waiting for an opportunity to use it. That may be today.
He closed the doors and locked it down once again before walking back over with a needle filled with green liquid.
"You're positive?" I pointed to Peter's arm.
"Right there." He gave me a look but went ahead and injected him. I watched Peter's eyes shoot open which caused me to grin.
"P-Please! It hurts! Oh God.. It hurts so b-bad!" He struggled to stand due to how much pain he was in.
I just simply pat him on the back which caused more tears to stream down his face.
"This is just a small example of what type of pain you'll go through if you ever disrespect me again." I couldn't understand him through his sobs. "If you talk back to me again not only will you forget everything, but you'll replace The Winter Soldier of Hydra." I walked around him in circles. "No more Spider-Man. Just The Superior Octopus. A slave. A killer. Nothing more than a puppet to do their evil bidding." I cupped his chin and made him look at me. "And you don't want that, right?"
"N-n-n-no M-Mr. St-Stark.." I squeezed harder, causing him to whimper.
"That's stopping too. From now on I want to hear 'yes sir' do you understand?"
"Y-yes M-Mr-" I tightened my grip. "Y-yes s-s-sir.."
"Good." I let go and began to make my exit. "Glad you learned your lesson." I walked out of the lab and in the elevator to go to the next floor. "Let's check on Beck now."
