Chapter 2
"How are his vitals Bruce?" Tony asks as he remains glued to Peter's side.
"His vitals say he's 15 and you shouldn't kidnap him, much less be trying to fuck him." he replies curtly, refusing to look Tony in the eyes.
"Right. Of course! And the US government says they would love to have a big green war machine under their control."
Bruce shivers and sighs defeatedly.
"The vitals are all normal for someone with his healing factor. He should wake up in an hour or so."
Tony lets out a exhilarated breath and looks at the teenager reverently, like a man dying of thirst viewing a stream.
"He's gonna love me Brucey, I'll make sure of it." He whispered, as if he were terrified of waking up the unconsious boy.
Bruce winced. "And if he doesn't? He's going to be terrified, Tony."
Tony's hands curl up into fists and something dark and ugly flashes in his eyes.
"I'll be patient with him, I know it might take time. But he will worship me, Bruce."
He turns on the heels of his dress shoes and grins, striking something terrifying into the scientist's heart.
"He doesn't have a choice."