Cold heart of monster

Chapter 4

"Peter, I have a meeting downstairs soon that I need to attend. I want you to attend it too, so get dressed in the suit I put in your closet." Tony informed the boy, entering his room. "Call me if you have a problem with something."

Peter furrowed his eyebrows about crossed his arms.

"I don't want to!" he called out stomping his foot.

Tony ignored him closing the door and leaving. Peter thought that he didn't need to listen to the man and just disguise himself, but FRIDAY she spoke:

"The boss would like to inform you that if you cause problems, you will not like the consequences."

Peter stomped his foot again and began to cry. He hid his face in his arms and lay face down on the bed. He sobbed like this for about a minute, until the knock on the door sounded again. Peter did not answer, so Tony entered.

He cooed at the sight of it, and his expression changed to one of compassion.

"I know baby, this must be difficult. Can I help you?" Peter nodded, at which Tony beamed and walked over to the boy. He undressed him until he was standing in just his boxers and socks, then put on his suit. "You are such a brave boy for Daddy," Tony kissed him on the cheek. Peter wanted to do something, even move away, but he couldn't. Helplessness flooded all over him and he could now only force himself to cry at best.

Tony finished, and Peter collapsed limp inertly in his arms. Tony hugged him to his chest and carried him downstairs. From time to time he stroked his head, his back or kissed him in the hair muttering words of comfort. Peter had an inner conflict, as he simultaneously wanted more and wanted to be as far away from his captor as possible.

They went down the elevator and entered the corridor, which was full of doors. The room they entered was a conference room.

His thoughts were interrupted by Tony's voice:

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen, meet my son Peter."

The attention of everyone in the room focused on the boy. Peter blushed from the unwanted attention. Tony jumped up a few times with his hands to get Peter to calm down. Peter looked at the others in the room. Almost all of them were obnoxious guys in their 50s. Two of them smiled at him, one of them in a creepy way, and the rest furrowed their brows in distaste. Peter snuggled into Tony, since he was the only one he knew at least a little bit.

"Stark, won't this little snot bother us during the meeting?" asked the old straggler with a mustache and accentuated belly.

Tony threw him a murderous look.

"Relax Frank, you don't have to worry about it."

"It's not a good idea to involve your boy in this," said another man. "What if he hears something he shouldn't? After all, this is a trusted circle."

"Most of this Petey will not understand anyway. And besides, he's my son, he's a trusted circle. If you have a problem with that then leave."

Tony sat down on a black swivel chair, planting Peter on his lap facing him. He smiled friendly at the boy, but Peter didn't like it.

"I don't want to sit on your lap," Peter began to squirm, causing him to slip a little off Tony's lap. However, Tony quickly corrected his grip on the boy and pulled him even closer. "Mhm!"

"If you don't like it you always have option two, sit on Albert's lap."

Mentioned guy waved at Peter, with a pedophilic smile on his face. Peter clung closer to Tony in fear of the scary man.

Tony laughed out loud seeing the fear in the kid's eyes at the sight of Albert. Tony was obviously bluffing, he would never let the boy get close to this degenerate who would take advantage of a young child's innocence. If it had been up to Tony they would have cut ties long ago, but unfortunately business was only going that way.