SIM Tony meeting serial killer Peter whose objectively not that bad of a guy. He only really kills people who are hurting others — and that one guy that looked at him weird the other day — so most people like SpiderMan. Tony’s only objection is that Peter keeps getting to his enemies before he does, so he hires him.
SIM Tony used one of those databases to find his soulmate, and after years of searching a hit finally came up. But, the boy was young and he didn’t have the patience for a newborn. So he waited, and when Mary and Richard Parker died suddenly, he took his chance.
It helped that “Mr. Superior, where are we going?” sounded sweeter on his soulmate’s lips than anything he’d ever heard before
Friend. FRIEND.
Peter had been devastated when his parents died. Not that he didn’t love his aunt and uncle, but there was a hole in his heart that felt like it couldn’t be filled and he was just sad all the time. The therapist his aunt had taken him to said that it was normal. That he would feel better in time. But Peter didn’t feel like it was going away as he stood in front of his parents graves. There had been no bodies to bury, so it was just names on a stone but it was all Peter had.
Tony had been out of country when it happened dealing with a sensitive matter so it’s been 3 weeks since his soulmate’s parents died. A quick check shows the therapist visit and the diagnosis of possible depression triggered by grief but the only treatment was time. That wouldn’t do.
Soulmate bonds were said to cure or at least lessen numerous mental health disorders, so clearly the best thing to do is take custody of his little mate. The aunt and uncle are inconvenient but he tries to play nice. Explains who he is and what he intends to do. Promises they can see Peter as long as they don’t try to keep the boy from him.
They argue with him though. Tell him to stay away from Peter as if they could somehow stop him. It’s a simple matter to fake a car accident which makes him the next of kin automatically. Peter is late coming home so Tony fixes in on the drone that is assigned to Peter and flies to it, finding his boy sitting at the grave of his parents.
“Peter,” Tony said softly, trying not to startle the boy. “It’s time to go, Peter.”
The boy looked at him, confused. “Mr. Stark?”
“Come, Peter. It’s time to go,” Tony said again.
“But, what about my Aunt May and Uncle Ben?” Peter asked, clearly uncertain about the whole situation.
“I’m sorry, Tesoro. They were killed in a hit and run,” Tony said, projecting a false sympathy. Then he started folding back the sleeves of his shirt, revealing a mark and showing it to Peter. “As your soulmate, that makes me your next of kin.”
Peter’s face crumpled and had he been standing, Tony suspected he would have fallen. The older man walked swiftly to the boy and picked him up, holding him in a tight hug and kissing the top of his head.
“I’m so sorry Tesoro. I know they must have been important to you but you have me now, and I promise I won’t ever leave you alone.”
Peter clings to Tony as the man flies them carefully back to his penthouse in Stark Tower. It was a beacon to the world, one meant to lead the way and represent hope. But it was coming to represent power too, as Tony forced the people to join him in the future in his terms.
Peter knew nothing of his behind the scene workings though, and the boy was just grateful to not be alone. For months after, Peter refused to leave his side, going so far as to sleep in Tony’s bed because he was too terrified otherwise. But eventually things settled down and he moved into his own room.
Tony insisted he still do school but allowed Peter to be tutored privately so it wasn’t unusual to see him sitting at a small child’s desk in Tony’s office or lab while they both worked. It was endearing, and also made it safer. Everyone knew Tony would allow no physical or mental harm to come to his tiny soul mate, so if you had less than favorable news, you prayed Peter was around.
As Peter got older, Tony waited and watched. Their soul bond drew them closer together and it wasn’t long before he had a lap full of a cute Twink who still looked at him like he hung the moon. Tony made him wait though, insisting that Peter be legal so no one could accuse either one of them of doing something untoward. Peter pouted but he always bowed to Tony’s will, and that hasn’t changed as he got older.
When Tony finally claimed his throne, it was with Peter at his side, his gentle queen.
When Peter had first arrived, he was a quiet little thing and he clung to Tony like the man was a walking security blanket. Most nights he could be found either in Tony’s bed or curled in his lap while he was in a meeting, playing on a tablet, or just dozing.
Years later, when Peter grew old enough to stay awake throughout the meetings he’d always have a tablet with him, though Tony would occasionally stop and ask him questions – one time he’d even shot a man because Peter said he was acting funny.
Then, after he turned 18, it was like an invisible switch had been flipped. Tony would keep a hand between his boy’s legs the entire time, most nights languidly opening him up before seating him on his cock for the rest of the meeting.
Times like those were common, and it became common to walk in on the boss and his boy, the men were forced to get used to it. The only time one person had commented, Peter had taken the gun from Tony’s holster and shot him with a flawless aim.
SIM Tony used one of those databases to find his soulmate, and after years of searching a hit finally came up. But, the boy was young and he didn’t have the patience for a newborn. So he waited, and when Mary and Richard Parker died suddenly, he took his chance.
It helped that “Mr. Superior, where are we going?” sounded sweeter on his soulmate’s lips than anything he’d ever heard before
Maybe SIM Tony decided he needed an HEIR but he has never found the right Omega for himself. It couldn’t just be anyone. He had standards.
And when his number one, his Winter Soldier, found out, well maybe he offered to hunt the perfect specimen down. And it takes a few months, but when Tony received the file that had photos of Spiderman and this adorable Bambi eyed twink he knew he was perfect.
Maybe he even works as a low level intern at SI and wore goggles and safely outfits so he never stood out.
But now Tony and his Winter Soldier will do anything to bring this little omega under them.
I actually got the idea from this post, but I don’t know how to write littles so I put my own spin on it!
Tags: superior ironman, mind control, venomous, biting
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Peter is Tony’s favorite find. The little thing was caged up in an underground HYDRA bunker, pale and angry.
HYDRA had gone overboard on keeping Peter in check. He wore a leather muzzle, a straight jacket, was chained to a wall, and then locked behind six inches of reinforced steel.
“What a pretty thing you are,” Tony cooed at the boy, kneeling down just out of reach. /he boy was on his knees, a chain around his ankles locking him to a wall.
The boy didn’t speak -probably couldn’t open his mouth with the muzzle on. Tony hummed, leaning forward and grabbing the kid’s jaw with one hand. The other reached behind his head and unmatched the buckle.
“Lets see whats hiding behind this, shall we?”
Tony pulled the muzzle away, watched -fascinated- as the boy stretched out his jaw. There was a hint of something different in that pretty little mouth of his, so Tony investigated.
The boy grunted and tried to pull his head away, but Tony held the back of his neck. “Ah, ah, let me see.”
He thumbed at the boy’s upper lip, pulling it up to expose pearly white teeth, and a set of fangs. The boy opened his mouth as Tony continued investigating.
“What do we have here?” Tony smirked. The fangs are small, but sharp. The boy grows aggravated and snaps at him.
Tony yanks his hand away with a chuckle before he can be bitten.
“Hmm, I think we’ll just put this back on.” Tony returned the muzzle, clipping it even as the boy fought him.
