I'm different (Avengers fanfic)

C3-Happy now?

Chapter 3: Happy now?
*Tony’s POV*
(Tuesday)
Flying around in my suit, I landed right in front of the half-destroyed shawarma shop and stepped out of my suit. Taking a breath to calm myself down, I entered and ordered 7 portions of shawarma and collected the food before flying back out and down towards 7 eleven, and stepped out again. 

“Hey what do you guys want from the store? I’m getting y’all drinks and desserts,” I texted in the group chat. My stomach churned even more as I think about the punishment I would receive if I didn’t tell the Avengers my true classification. Should I come clean? Or should I just lie and avoid taking the test? Or should I just escape and fly to my Malibu apartment and hole myself in my lab, accompanied by my scotch, whiskey and a tub of strawberry-rippled Ben and Jerry’s ice cream? The third option sounds nice-

My thoughts got cut off when my phone dinged. “Here are our orders: Steve-prune juice, Bruce-lemonade and a medium sized tub of vanilla ice cream, Natasha-3 cans 
of red bull and a pack of chips, Clint-a big bottle of coke zero and a pack of sour patch kids, Thor-a bottle of beer, Loki-a bottle of apple juice and M&Ms. Get whatever you want, Tony,” Steve sent this paragraph of everyone’s orders. I chuckle at Thor’s order and step into the store. Grabbing a basket, I hunt high and low just for Capsicle’s wanted prune juice. Sighing in relief, I grab a bottle of prune juice from the fridge and toss it into my basket. I do the same with the rest, and grabbed Thor a 6-pack carton of beer. Lastly, I grab myself a bottle of blue Gatorade and a few packs of chips and some candy, to stock up at home. Finally, I head to the cashier paid for everything and left, flying back to the tower in my Iron Man suit. 

*3rd Person’s POV*

Tony entered the tower, his spinning rims taking off his suit as he carried all the bags of food. When he entered the tower, he almost cooed at the sight in front of him. Loki was fast asleep against Thor, who was combing his fingers through his little brother’s hair. Steve was cuddling with Bruce on the couch, the two of them engulfed in a blanket, with the doctor still a bright red. Clint was watching TV while Natasha sat beside him and used her phone. “I’m baaaaaaaaaaack!” The mechanic called out, only to receive a “hey!” from Thor, when Loki jerked awake. Tony smiled sheepishly and offloaded the food on the table. 

“Sorry. I just wanted to tell y’all that the food is back,” the mechanic said and everyone slowly made their way over to the table. As Tony kept the extra snacks he bought into the pantry, Steve dished a portion of shawarma to everyone, and Clint grabbed utensils for the group. 

“Oh yeah, the tester is coming later at 4pm, which is in 3 hours time, so everyone eat and then rest, before the tester comes over,” Clint announced as he took his usual seat at he table. Tony gulped at this, He didn’t have much time. He could either stop worrying by telling everyone his true classification, or he could wait and pray that no one would find out later on, and fake some of his answers to make him a neutral. But Tony couldn’t take the stress. 

“I’m a submissive,” he whispered ever so softly, hoping no one would hear him, but unfortunately, Steve, who has very good hearing because during the war, he had to do sneak attacks on the enemies, so he developed very good hearing, heard the mechanic’s whisper. He stopped eating and looked Tony dead in the eye. The submissive shivered slightly as he gulped, looking towards the captain. 

“What did you say, Tony?” he asked, dominance clear in his voice. Tony looked down and shook his head. 

“Tony, I’m giving you a count to three, and if you don’t repeat what you said, I will punish you personally, and I assure you, you won’t like it,” Steve said, his tone full of warning, glare hardening towards the terrified mechanic. 

“I-I-I-“ the mechanic stuttered out before shaking his head, his eyes watery and was almost saying “please don’t make me do this,” to Steve. 

“1,” Steve warned. No answer. 

“2,” Steve continued. Still no answer. 

“3-“ Steve said but was cut off as Tony burst out, yelling, “I’M A FUCKING SUBMISSIVE, OKAY? ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?” before the mechanic threw his utensils down onto the table and dashed into his lab, tears cascading down his face. 

All the Avengers stared at one another. No one knew what to do or say. “Woah,” was all Bruce could say before the room turned silent once again. 

“I’ll go check on him,” Clint eventually said, pushing his chair back and took the elevator down to Tony’s lab. The dominant entered the dark lab, and switched on the light, before seeing the mechanic sitting on the floor near his computer, face buried in his knees, hands wrapped around them. 

“Oh, Tony,” the archer sighed and sat down beside the mechanic, who let out a loud sob. 

“I can’t…I-I-I can’t, ok? I don’t want rules, o-or punishments, I-I-“ Tony said in between sobs, but eventually broke down again, as Clint hugged him. 

“Tony, being a submissive doesn’t just mean rules and punishments,” Clint explained, rubbing the mechanic’s back up and down, “you get to cuddle, have fun and have a bond with the dominants. Sure, rules and punishments are needed, but that is just one part of it.”

Tony looked up at this. His cheeks were stained with his tears, eyes red and puffy, hair slightly disheveled. “R-Really?” he asked in a small, cracked voice. The archer smiled and nodded, as he hugged the submissive. 

“Now, I know that you didn’t want people to find out, but can I ask why?” Clint asked gently. 

“I-I was bullied in school, when they found out that I was a submissive. My dad then decided to pay the government a huge sum of money to change my classifications to neutral, and then he transferred me to another school and I’ve just kept it up ever since,” the mechanic explained, rubbing his eyes, “I just didn’t want you all to think of me any less, so I didn’t tell you guys,” 

“Oh, Tones, you know that we would never think any less of you! Even if you are a submissive, we will still love you for who you are!” Clint continued with a smile, and the mechanic gave one back. 

“Now, I know that you just didn’t want us to think any less of you, but you still kept your classification from us, despite us giving you a chance to admit. Plus, you yelled at Steve and cursed. You are going to get punished, even though we don’t have a proper set of rules yet. This was still disrespectful to a dominant,” the archer said, and Tony’s heart dropped. He looked down, scared of what was to come. 

Seeing Tony’s worry, Clint smiled and reassured the mechanic, “But, don’t worry, we’ll give out your punishment after the test, and when you’re officially classified as a submissive, okay?” Tony looked up and smiled, nodding. Then, the two stood up, hand-in-hand, and left the lab. 

(a/n: i hope you all like this story so far!)