Cold heart of monster

Chapter 5

Peter woke up early in the morning still in Tony's embrace. They were both half covered by a blanket, which had partially fallen to the floor. The sun was beginning to shine outside the large windows in the living room, which brightened the room making it seem cozy. Peter stretched when he felt Tony hugging him from behind. He shifted slightly, laying on his back. A grimace formed on Tony's face, but he didn't wake up. If Tony had not been so close to him he might have even tried to escape, but he knew that any sudden movement would wake up the man. Peter wanted to wake up the man or slip away, but he didn't really want to talk to Tony yet. Especially after what happened yesterday. In front of his eyes he killed the man thus saving him. He didn't even blink while taking his life. Peter had to think it over in solitude. He wanted to fall asleep again, but couldn't.

He opened his eyes and moved Tony's hand so he could get off the couch. He lifted the large, warm hand that encircled his abdomen, being careful not to let the man wake up. He was almost free when Tony tensed in his sleep and yawned quietly. Peter closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep. Tony opened his eyes slightly, and seeing that the boy was still asleep kissed him on the temple pulling back the boy's hair. Tony put his arm around Peter again and squatted closer to him so the kid wouldn't fall off the couch. Well, maybe also a little because the boy was adorable. He sighed happily and went back to sleep.

After 2 minutes in stillness, Peter heard the quiet snoring of a man. He found himself uncomfortably close to the man. He knew he wouldn't get up in such a way as to not wake up the man, so he lay devising a plan. What to do? Neither can sleep nor get up. He lay like that for a while, until he noticed that there was a holster at Tony's belt, and a gun inside. Is this the one the man used to kill Albert yesterday? Peter reached for the gun out of curiosity, watching Tony's face to see if he was awake. Tony still had a relaxed expression on his face, so Peter reached out touching the cold metal. When it reached him what he was playing with, he immediately withdrew his hand. What was he doing, after all, it's not a toy, but a weapon, which in addition killed a man just yesterday! Peter lay there for another three minutes, until curiosity prevailed. He raised his hand and this time grabbed the gun, pulling it out of its holster.

He had once seen exactly the same gun in the videos he and Uncle Ben watched when he took care of him while his parents were at work. It was heavier than it looked. Or maybe he was weak? He stretched out his hands aiming at the lamp in the kitchen, squinting one eye. He squeezed the trigger, but nothing happened. Peter looked inside through the barrel, but couldn't see anything because it was dark inside. "Is the bullet stuck?" thought the boy. He played with it for a while longer, aiming at various objects (he didn't dare to Tony for fear of the man), until he found the satefy, which he pulled, and the gun made a quiet sound.

Peter took aim again, this time at the door, making gunshot sounds.

He did not enjoy the fun for long, because someone violently grabbed his arm and yanked his gun away.

"What do you think you're doing!" growled directly into his ear Tony.

Peter swallowed his saliva in fear. He got himself into big trouble.

***

"I just..."

With a sweeping motion, Tony holstered his gun and rose with the boy so that Tony was sitting and Peter was standing between his spread legs.

"You what, hm? Do you have any idea what kind of damage you could have done? What if you killed someone, huh? Me? Or worse yourself? Not only did you pick up a gun, you unlocked it and aimed it! Sometimes I get the feeling that you lack thought about what could happen!" Tony did something he had never done before and slapped him. Yes, he was definitely furious. "Where did you even get such an idea? Especially after yesterday, when you saw what this weapon can do! You let me down, Petey. Well, what do you have in your defense?!"

Peter looked at him for a moment, then burst out crying. He knew the punishment would be severe. Why did he grab that damn gun?

"I'm sorry!" he sobbed out crying. "I wasn't aiming at you or myself. I was just curious, and I didn't have anything to do! I didn't think!"

Tony looked at him for a moment, and with each passing second the anger receded. At least, that's what Peter thought.

"Sometimes I forget that you're just a curious little boy who doesn't know how to behave yet," sighed Tony changing his tone. "The main thing is that nothing happened, because Daddy was watching, right?"

"Mhm," said Peter cuddling into Tony's chest and not contradicting his words to soften the punishment awaiting him.

"Do you have any regrets, Petey?"

"Yes" he regretted that Tony found out about it.

"Would you do it again?"

"Noo."

"It's okay, I want you to remember that it's not allowed to touch other people's things, especially Daddy's dangerous work tools. I know Petey that you understood how dangerous it is, don't lie, you know very well how guns work. Now I'm going to punish you, but that way in the future such an idea won't come to your mind, got it?"

Peter nodded his head. He was afraid of this man's punishment.

"You will get a beating from me, Petey. It will be harder than the last one, but you'll get over it. In addition, no TV before bed, for this week and you are forbidden to enter my laboratory..."

"You have a lab?!"

"Yeah, I was supposed to show you soon, but I will postpone it."

Well, the punishments weren't that bad. He still had plenty of entertainment like toys and books. Tony didn't punish him as much as his parents did. With them, the punishment would be that he doesn't eat lunch, for example. He loved his parents, but now he began to notice their flaws. At Tony's he never went hungry or dirty. His parents also rarely hugged him, which was common here. Actually, the man was caring, and all he had to do was listen to his instructions. However, this was still not home. He felt he was here against his will, and yet he couldn't leave. He had the opportunity today to kill Tony, but he didn't. Why did he chicken out? After all, he didn't want to be here! Or did he want to?

"Ready? Do you want to get a spanking in your room or here?"

Peter shrugged his shoulders. It didn't make much difference to him. He wanted to get it over with, to have the man hug him again. Wait a minute, how could he think that! No, he didn't want that! He didn't know what he wanted anymore himself.

"Alright, let's do it here. Ready?" Tony put him over his knee and lowered his underwear pants to his knees. "I'm doing this for your sake baby. Remember that daddy loves you."

***

"Come on, buddy, how many have you counted already?"

"246," mouthed Peter through tears.

Steve entered the Penthouse to meet Tony and was met by the sight of Tony spanking the boy's bare bottom.

"Hey Tony" chuckled Steve looking at the two on the couch.

"Hm, hi Steve" Tony did not interrupt the activity.

Peter tried to shield himself, but Tony held his wrists in one of his hands.

"Easy, it's just Steve. He's like family. He has nothing to be ashamed of."

"I see the boy is causing toubles" laughed Steve, heading for the kitchen.

"You have no idea." Another thump and a groan.

"Ow!"

"Keep counting."

"247..."

"Maybe I'll come later?" Steve said.

"No, no. We are already finishing. Come on boy, only 3 left, you can do it."

After three quick but firm spankings, Tony helped the boy get dressed, kissed his head, praised him and put him on his stomach while turning on some TV show.

"I'm done, what's the matter Steve?"

"The Parkers are rioting. They need to be reminded who is in charge. I think you need to convince them using a boy."

They exchanged a look. They both knew what it meant.