Chapter 1
Tony doesn't like being told no. When he offers something, people generally understand that they are supposed to accept it. How they feel about it is irrelevant.
But then Peter Parker went and told him no, after all the goddamned work Tony had put into this, making sure to go slow with the "paternal" affection and build the suits so that he could happily go run around and play hero.
Did it mean nothing to Peter?
No, the kid was too humble to take them for granted. It was Tony's fault that the kid just didn't understand. Friendly neighorhood Spiderman his ass.
(His boy deserves more than a couple of suits anyway.)
He'd just have to make him understand. Peter Parker belongs in Avengers tower, whether he likes it or not.
(Stark Tower, his mind helpfully supplies. Mine, not theirs.)
He smiles as Natasha places the uncousious boy onto the chair and straps him down.
Goddamn is he beautiful, he thinks, examining the soft curls and slender form. The boy lets out a little mumble as he shifts slightly.
"Cute." he remarks as he glances up to address the scarlet haired spy.
"Thank you sweetheart. Oh, be careful with those straps. Wouldn't want my boy getting hurt." He smiles in a way reminiscent of a wolf, all teeth and thinly veiled threats on his handsome face.
Natasha can't help but suppress a shiver at the sight. God this man could be terrifying, even to her.
"Careful with the pet names Anthony, wouldn't want your little boy toy getting jealous." She replies, loosening the straps to comfortably grasp the kid's wrists and ankles. (Of course they're lined with silk, she thinks. If she had a heart, she knows it would rest lighter knowing this kid was going to get pampered to an exorbitant degree.)
The smile disappears.
"Careful, Ms.Romanov. You're good at what you do, I wouldn't want to have to get rid of you. But if you don't show some respect..." The grin returned, all facades of friendliness gone.
The Black Widow nods and steps back from Peter, who was now tied to Tony's satisfaction.
"You may leave." He says, not turning to look at her as he regards Peter with a fervent and disconcerting look in his eyes.
Now alone with his soon-to-be-lover, a choked, gleeful sound resembling a laugh bubbles up in Tony's throat, filling up the room and echoing off the walls.
He would just have to make Peter understand that he loved him, he just couldn't let him go. The world was a scary place, not right for someone as pure and good as him. Here with Tony he'd be safe and happy, away from all the things that would hurt him.
"Don't worry baby." He assures the teen, playing with his brown curls. "I've got you now."