Cold heart of monster

Chapter 2

Peter was woken up by Tony's cheerful voice.

"Good morning Petey, did you sleep well?" the man approached his bed. Peter tried to hide his face in the pillow so the sun wouldn't shine into his eyes.

"Hm," muttered Peter. He blinked several times and it occurred to him that he was at Tony's. He involuntarily tensed and sat up straight. In his dream, he returned home and wished it was true, that everything would be the same as always.

"C'mon, let's get dressed and then you can meet my friends" Tony was already pulling Peter out of bed pulling him under his arms. "I have to show you all off."

Peter did not understand this. Was he something of a trophy to be shown off to everyone? Why was the man so nice to him and so rough at the same time? Peter looked at him without moving from his place on the floor.

"Come on buddy, there is no time, get dressed. No, it's okay, I'll dress you myself."

"No!" Peter hurriedly pulled himself out of Tony's grasp and ran to the closet.

Tony glared at him, so Peter grabbed his clothes and headed for the bathroom. When he was inside, he saw a huge room, lined with white marble tiles. He had already been in the bathroom yesterday, but it was late, so he didn't look at the details. The bathroom had a huge bathtub, a shower, two sinks, a toilet and a mirror. It looked like a royal bathroom. Peter looked around for a possible escape route. All that remained was a window, but not only was it locked, but it was also located on the several dozen floor. Peter dismissed the possibility of escaping through the bathroom. So to not raise suspicion he hastily dressed and left. In his room, Tony was making the bed. At the sight of the boy he turned to face him.

"You look cute," cooed Tony.

Peter blushed and became angry at the same time. He didn't want to look cute and get Tony happy. Tony gave him a hand so they could leave the room, but Peter shook it off.

"Peter!" sighed Tony with a hint of aggression and warning.

"I can go by myself!" stomped angrily Peter. He knew he was acting like a child at this point, but he was helpless.

"I decide if you can," Tony growled and picked up the kid with one hand and put it on his hip. Peter gasped in surprise. With what ease the man lifted him!

Peter began to lash out and willow his legs, but Tony's steel grip only tightened. The more he pulling from Tony's grasp, the harder Tony held him. Finally it became painful, so he stopped.

"Are you done?" Tony unexpectedly kissed him on the forehead, at which Peter stiffened and moved as far away as he could. What the hell was that? "If you act like a brat, that's how you'll be treated. I will not allow such behavior in my house. Next time I'll put you over my lap, understand?"

Peter nodded his head frantically in fear.

"All right," Tony put Peter down and grabbed him hard by the wrist. "Now be a good boy and behave."

Together they left the room and went down to the living room. Already from the top of the stairs Peter could see that they were not alone. Sitting on the couch were a tall blond man, a redheaded woman, a man with a metal arm? and another blond man, but shorter. Doubtless these were Tony's friends. Peter hoped they would talk some sense into Tony and the man would let him go.

"Petey, this is Steve, Natasha, Bucky and Clint," he introduced the friends to the boy. Peter nodded in greeting.

Everyone stared at him until it became awkward.

Peter suddenly became shy and hid behind Tony. Tony giggled delightedly.

"Don't be shy Pete"ony picked up the boy. "I'll make coffee, and you get to know each other better" with these words he put Peter on Steve's lap and went out to the kitchen.