I'm different (Avengers fanfic)

C14-Mischief and disobedience

Chapter 14: Mischief and disobedience

*Tony's POV*

(Monday)

Why are all dominants so boring? Nat told me to not go into my lab while she and Steve went out to the mall to buy some groceries and some new shoes for the both of them. She told me to go and read or train or something, I don't know. I didn't bother listening after she told me not to go into the lab.

"Bruce, wanna do some lab work?" I asked casually, hoping that he didn't know about Natasha's rule for me.

"Sure, let me get my glasses and we can go in!" he happily chirped, going into his room. I heaved a sigh of relief. Thank god. After a few minutes, he came out grinning, glasses perched on his nose bridge, a dark hickey on his neck that couldn't be covered up. "Sorry, Thor got a bit...carried away. He told me that I could do lab with you, but after 3 hours, I had to stop,"

I rolled my eyes, but grinned and nodded, and the two of us entered our shared lab. For the next 2 hours, Bruce and I were laughing and talking as we did some research and made some prototypes. "What do you think about this model?" I looked up from my new prototype and was about to show Bruce when my eyes widened. Fuck.

Natasha and Steve were standing in my lab, in front of me, my dominant glaring at me while Steve was behind a shocked and dumbfounded Bruce. "You're in a lot of trouble, Anthony," Nat's voice was low and full of warning. Oh shit. She used my full name, that was not good.

"T-Tony? Why didn't you tell me Natasha didn't let you use the lab today? I thought she was okay with it when you suggested doing lab," Bruce asked, looking fearful and scared, as he curled into himself.

"Hey, hey, it's alright Bruce, you didn't do anything wrong. Tony," Nat paused and raised an eyebrow at me and I looked down, "he knew that he couldn't go in his lab, but yet he lied to you, and he went in the lab. Don't worry Bruce, you won't get punished,"

"Look up, Tony," she commanded and fearfully, I did. Her green eyes darkened and her arms were crossed. Fuck, I shouldn't have done this. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Steve bringing Bruce out of the lab, and Bruce was giving me an apologetic look, and mouthing, "I'm sorry for telling on you". I just smiled and shook my head before going back to look at Natasha.

"I wanted to let you use your lab unlimitedly for the rest of the week when I got back, but I guess that won't happen," she continued, and stepped forward, leaving only a few centimetres apart from us.

"I'm sorry, I...I was just bored and I wanted to use the lab-" I started but was cut off when Natasha held her hand up and shook her head.

"Your punishment will be no more lab for the week, until next Monday morning, and isolation room for 2 hours after a spanking," she said, voice laced with disappointment and eyes shining with anger. Wait, did she say spanking? Oh no, no no no no no no. She made her way over to the couch in my lab and demanded me to go over. Hesitantly, I made my way over and she laid me down, tummy on her lap. In one swift motion, she pulled my sweatpants and boxers down to my ankles, causing me to squeak as the cool air hit my bottom.

"Count," Nat's voice left no room for argument.

Smack! The first hit came with no mercy, as her firm hand swatted my behind, leaving a sting.

"One," I whispered.

Smack! The second one came harder and I whimpered softly. Her hits were really hard.

"T-Two," I whimpered again.

Her hits came down hard and painful, and by the 19th one, I was a crying, sobbing mess.

Smack! Last one, but I was in so much pain. My legs were limp and my arms in front of me were lifeless.

"T-Twenty," I sobbed out and threw myself off her lap, pulling up my pants and boxers as I quickly backed away from her. Whimpering and crying, I curled myself in a ball and hid under the table.

"Tones, come on, come out, its alright. Such a good boy, took your spanking so well," Natasha's soothing, gentle voice calmed me down a little, but I was still upset, so I pushed myself against the wall even more, wrapping my arms around my knees, and buried my head in them.

However, Nat found me and picked me up, carrying me bridal style in her arms as she set me on the couch. She sat laid my head in her lap as she whispered sweet nothings to me. Once I calmed down, she picked me up and left the lab, the lights switching off automatically as we entered the lift.

"Okay Tones, you know how this is gonna go. 2 hours in the room, okay? Just sleep or read, okay? I'll get you out after 2 hours, at 4pm, okay?" she smiled as we entered a spare room, that was now labelled as the isolation room. She placed me on the bed, kissed my forehead and left, locking the door.

*3rd Person's POV*

Tony eventually fell asleep in the room, curling himself into a ball as he slept. 2 hours soon passed and Natasha went to retrieve her submissive from the room.

"Hey Tones, your punishment is over now. Come on, lets go and cuddle," she says as she weaved her fingers into his hair. Fluttering his eyes open, Tony was strangely quiet as he left the room, with a confused Natasha following behind. The brunette then entered his room, and closed the door, not before saying, "I'm tired, I'm going to sleep,"

This left the red head extremely confused. She had been a neutral all her life, and now, when she was a dominant, she didn't know everything about submissives and still had a lot to learn. With a frown etched deeply on her face, she made her way to the kitchen to get a cup of black coffee and tried to figure why Tony was acting so strange.

-3 hours later-

Finally, it was dinner time. However, Tony never left his room once, not even for water. Natasha was still trying to figure out what was going on. "Hey Steve, could you get Tony for me?" she asked and the blonde nodded.

Steve made his way to the mechanic's room, and slowly creaked the door open, only to see Tony sleeping, facing away from the door, a blanket wrapped around him. "Hey Tony, come on, it's time for dinner," the captain sat down on his bed as he called out to the brunette.

Tony woke up and nodded, before slipping out of his covers and left the room. Steve followed behind, and once the two made it to the table, everyone started eating. It was a normal dinner, Clint and Loki laughing and talking, Thor, Steve, Bucky and Bruce chatting. But, Nat didn't join in on any conversation. She kept an eye on Tony, who was quietly sitting there, poking at his food.

"Why is he acting like this?" was the only thought running through Nat's mind at this point of time.

"I'm full, I'm going back to my room to sleep," Tony stood up and announced quietly as he quickly made his way back to his room. The assassin frowned at this, and all the other dominants also looked concerned.

"What happened, Nat?" Steve asked, as he placed his fork down.

"I'm not too sure myself. After putting him in the isolation room, he just became really quiet and he didn't come out of his room until you called him out for dinner," the red-haired assassin replied, concern written all over her face.

Suddenly, it dawned on Steve. His mouth dropped as his eyes were as big as saucers.

"I-I think he's going through sub-drop,"