Peter knew he was in trouble the moment the front door opened. His Daddy had just arrived home and instead of doing the chores he’d been assigned before he left for work that morning, Peter spent the whole day playing with his LEGO’s. He’d been told by his Daddy that he could only play with them after cleaning up his room and putting away the clean dishes from the dishwasher.
But he’d forgot.
Now Peter stood in the mess of his room, clothes thrown around the floor and chair, his bed looked more like a nest with all the sheets and covers bundled up from the nap he took after breakfast, and there were still some leftovers on his desk from the breakfast burrito that his Daddy brought him in the morning.
In other words, Peter was completely fucked. And not in the way he liked.
Peter scrambled to pick up his clothes, shoving all of them into the laundry basket in his room and the rest that didn’t fit, he just threw it into his closet. He tried pulling the Star Wars Cover’s from his bed as straight as he could. He grabbed the plate with the left overs from breakfast and hid it under his bed as far away as he could so it wouldn’t be visible unless someone checked under it.
“Peter?” Tony called from the stairs, his footsteps getting closer and closer with each second. He didn’t sound mad, or annoyed, maybe just a bit worried as Peter wasn’t downstairs to greet him like usual when he arrived home from work. Maybe he hasn’t checked the dishwasher yet, maybe he had forgotten that he told Peter to put away the dishes. Maybe-
“Peter, are you alright?” At that moment, Tony entered his room with a worried expression that soon changed when he saw the state that the room was in. There were still some scattered clothes, the closet doors were still open with clothes falling out of it, and the bed looked haphazardly done. Not to mention that Peter was still kneeling on the floor, trying to shove the leftovers away from Tony’s view.
“Daddy, I’m sorry, I can explain-” Peter pulled the dish from under the bed, getting up as fast as he could and walking towards Tony with a pleading look. Only to be stopped by him raising his hand and giving him a stern look.
“Shut up. You are going to clean this up, put the dishes away and go to our room in the waiting position.” Tony’s tone left no chance to argue, he looked pissed at Peter as he gave a quick glance around the room before walking back downstairs. Peter stayed in his place until he heard Tony’s office door close with a slam.
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It took him a whole hour to fully clean up his room, folding the clean clothes and taking his dirty laundry down to the laundry room. He made his bed too and took the leftover food to the kitchen, throwing away what was left and emptying the dishwasher, putting everything in it¿s place before loading it with the dishes in the sink.
When he was finally done, he made his way upstairs and to the room he shared with Tony, kneeling down on a soft pillow with his hands behind his back and looking down to his knees.
He waited for his Daddy to come in that position, being hyper aware of every sound he heard. Time seemed to stretch as he didn’t know how long he’d been kneeling down. Peter’s knees were now way past feeling sore, his whole body feeling numb but at the same time feeling a pleasant buzz on his skin. The one he only got when his mind was blank.
Soon, the bedroom door opened, a much more calmed looking Tony walking over to Peter and crouching so he could hook his fingers under Peter’s chin and gently make him look at him. “There you are sweetheart.”
“‘M sorry Daddy-” Peter was barely able to recognize his voice, as it was straining a bit from being quiet for too long.
Tony gently shushed him, his hand now moving to card through his hair and gently scratch at his scalp. “I’m not going to punish you, Pete. But you still needed to be put in time out, since you not only didn’t do your chores, but you tried to lie as well.”
“‘M sorry.” Peter repeated, as if it was the only thing his brain could think of saying at that moment.
“I know you are, and I forgive you.” Tony said softly, giving Peter one of those gentle smiles that make him blush and melt. “Now, how about I take you downstairs and we enjoy a movie together, sounds good?”
Before Peter could even nod, his Daddy was already picking him up carefully and walking down with him to the living room, Star Wars already queued up on their TV.
“I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you too, sweetheart.”