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Fic: Broken Dreams (0/?)
I just hope that this is allowed.
Title: Broken Dreams
Author:Liliaeth
Rating: NC17
Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark/Peter Parker, Peter Parker/Norman Osborn (non-con)
Summary: In a world much like our own, anyone with superpowers is instantly a slave. When Steve Rogers is woken from the ice, the rebellion asks him to get in touch with Tony Stark, head of the Iron Men and finds himself starting to like both Tony and Tony's young slave Spider.
Warnings: references to underage non-con, rape, torture, slavery
It took Peter a long time to move, longer possibly to get up from the floor and even longer to open his eyes. He didn’t know what had happened to him, or what was going to happen. All that he knew was that his head felt fuzzy, like it if were wrapped in a ton of saffron and he’d looked at the world through a soft haze, a haze that gently faded into white as a light burst on over him. One moment he’d been back home at his aunt and uncle’s place, the next he was here, in a small square space on top of what looked a bit like a pedestal.
Peter reached out to the air around him and a wall of power formed, surrounding the square both besides and above him. He sat a bit stunned, feeling the chill in the air when he realized he was naked. He shivered and pulled his legs closer, feeling his nipples harden under the freezing air.
He’d been sleeping, he remembered that now.
He’d been on the floor, wrestling with the sheets, his dreams filled with nightmares, when the men came bursting in through the door. He’d barely had a chance to scream when they dragged him out of the room. He’d fought back, he’d even managed to push several of the men away from him before they hit him with some kind of electrical charge, and forced him to the wall.
Iron Men, they’d been Iron Men.. What was wrong with him? What had he done? He trembled and noticed an itch on his shoulder, he touched out to it. There was a kind of mark on his shoulder, it stuck out a bit. Stripes? Oh God no. He couldn’t be. Could he?
Lights flashed on in the room. Peter stared up, finally noticing a door.
“On your knees freak, now!” The voice hissed out the command.
Peter sat stunned, he couldn’t be, he wasn’t one of them, he couldn’t be….
Electricity coursed from the invisible walls surrounding him and into him. He tried to scream and quickly moved to his knees, touching out to his throat, he knew something was wrong.
“Head to the floor! Hands behind your back” The man didn’t need to add the ‘Now’.
Peter was in shock, he just didn’t understand, but the second the man’s hand moved to his belt again, Peter obeyed the order as fast as he could. Why was this happening to him?
The stranger circled around him. Peter wanted to ask him what was happening, to beg him for answers, but whenever he tried to utter a sound no words would come out.
“Don’t try it freak. Or I’ll have your vocal cords ripped out instead of silenced.”
Peter stared at him with wide open eyes.
“Disobey and your aunt and uncle will get a lot more than a fine for protecting a freak of nature like you. Obey, show respect to your betters, and they might actually get off without penalties.”
But he’d always tested negative for any of the markers. For every single one of them. One of his classmates hadn’t a few years back, and she’d been taken in for processing. Her parents had been put on trial over it. They’d been sent to jail for offering aid and shelter to a sub-humanoid. Her mother had been released only a year later, looking a hundred years older. Nobody even dared talk about her father. They said Cady had resisted during processing. His aunt and uncle were older, they’d never survive it. But he wasn’t a mutant. Didn’t mutants know what they were, if he had any kind of powers, wouldn’t he know? He wasn’t a monster. He couldn’t be.
He had no other choice but to do whatever they told him to, and hope, pray that they’d realize their mistake. Because he shouldn’t be here; not like this. He was just a kid, a freshman, he got good grades, made few friends, and his teachers loved him and that was what mattered, right?
The man moved closer and grabbed Peter’s hair, dragging him up, forcing their eyes to meet, right before spitting in his face. Peter didn’t even dare to wipe the spit away. He just sat there, still on his knees
The next moment a collar was thrown on the ground in front of him. Just like in the video they showed at school last year. SHs were made to collar themselves. If they accepted the collar, they accepted their new life; if they didn’t… he didn’t even want to think about what would happen to him. But most of all; what it would do to his aunt and uncle if he refused.
He picked up the collar. The man nodded and watched as Peter placed it around his own neck. The lock as it closed when he put the ends together, sounded as final as the rusted lock of a grave. For a second he thought that was it, just a piece of metal, but then… It was as if his veins burned up in a single moment, his mouth ran dry and his every single nerve screamed in pain, as the locket in the front of the collar latched itself into his flesh.
Peter cried as he curled himself in a fetus position desperate to hide from the pain that seemed to take ages to end.
“There there little freak, you’ll do fine.” The stranger’s voice sounded almost kind now. As if the harshness in it faded away. Peter looked up and trembled.
“On your knees.”
Peter crawled up and stared up at the man through tear filled eyes. Finally remembering the day before, the science experiment, he hadn’t meant it to happen. He’d been with his class, watching an experiment in radiation. Flash had been bullying him, so he’d backed away a bit. He’d barely even felt it as a spider came down and bit his hand.
He’d left the lab, desperate for air. When a car came rushing his way. The driver didn’t even seem to notice he was in the way. He’d jumped up, several stories up. And when he grabbed for something to hold on to, he was hanging on to the wall itself. His hands had reached out for something to get up to the roof, and he found himself bending an iron bar with his bare hands.
Terror had grabbed a hold of him. Unable to tell his aunt and uncle what had happened to him, all he’d been able to think of was how much trouble aunt May and uncle Ben would be in if people thought they’d been hiding him.
He’d been shivering when he made the call, turning himself in. He still hadn’t told his aunt and uncle when the cops came barging in. He hadn’t thought they’d come in like that, he’d thought they’d just come and pick him up. He’d thought he would have had one more day. Just one more morning to tell aunt May and uncle Ben what had happened, how sorry he was. And he was, he was sorry, so sorry.
The walls of the cage flashed out, they weren’t needed anymore. He could never be more trapped than he was now.
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Title: Broken Dreams
Author:Liliaeth
Rating: NC17
Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark/Peter Parker, Peter Parker/Norman Osborn (non-con)
Summary: In a world much like our own, anyone with superpowers is instantly a slave. When Steve Rogers is woken from the ice, the rebellion asks him to get in touch with Tony Stark, head of the Iron Men and finds himself starting to like both Tony and Tony's young slave Spider.
Warnings: references to underage non-con, rape, torture, slavery
It took Peter a long time to move, longer possibly to get up from the floor and even longer to open his eyes. He didn’t know what had happened to him, or what was going to happen. All that he knew was that his head felt fuzzy, like it if were wrapped in a ton of saffron and he’d looked at the world through a soft haze, a haze that gently faded into white as a light burst on over him. One moment he’d been back home at his aunt and uncle’s place, the next he was here, in a small square space on top of what looked a bit like a pedestal.
Peter reached out to the air around him and a wall of power formed, surrounding the square both besides and above him. He sat a bit stunned, feeling the chill in the air when he realized he was naked. He shivered and pulled his legs closer, feeling his nipples harden under the freezing air.
He’d been sleeping, he remembered that now.
He’d been on the floor, wrestling with the sheets, his dreams filled with nightmares, when the men came bursting in through the door. He’d barely had a chance to scream when they dragged him out of the room. He’d fought back, he’d even managed to push several of the men away from him before they hit him with some kind of electrical charge, and forced him to the wall.
Iron Men, they’d been Iron Men.. What was wrong with him? What had he done? He trembled and noticed an itch on his shoulder, he touched out to it. There was a kind of mark on his shoulder, it stuck out a bit. Stripes? Oh God no. He couldn’t be. Could he?
Lights flashed on in the room. Peter stared up, finally noticing a door.
“On your knees freak, now!” The voice hissed out the command.
Peter sat stunned, he couldn’t be, he wasn’t one of them, he couldn’t be….
Electricity coursed from the invisible walls surrounding him and into him. He tried to scream and quickly moved to his knees, touching out to his throat, he knew something was wrong.
“Head to the floor! Hands behind your back” The man didn’t need to add the ‘Now’.
Peter was in shock, he just didn’t understand, but the second the man’s hand moved to his belt again, Peter obeyed the order as fast as he could. Why was this happening to him?
The stranger circled around him. Peter wanted to ask him what was happening, to beg him for answers, but whenever he tried to utter a sound no words would come out.
“Don’t try it freak. Or I’ll have your vocal cords ripped out instead of silenced.”
Peter stared at him with wide open eyes.
“Disobey and your aunt and uncle will get a lot more than a fine for protecting a freak of nature like you. Obey, show respect to your betters, and they might actually get off without penalties.”
But he’d always tested negative for any of the markers. For every single one of them. One of his classmates hadn’t a few years back, and she’d been taken in for processing. Her parents had been put on trial over it. They’d been sent to jail for offering aid and shelter to a sub-humanoid. Her mother had been released only a year later, looking a hundred years older. Nobody even dared talk about her father. They said Cady had resisted during processing. His aunt and uncle were older, they’d never survive it. But he wasn’t a mutant. Didn’t mutants know what they were, if he had any kind of powers, wouldn’t he know? He wasn’t a monster. He couldn’t be.
He had no other choice but to do whatever they told him to, and hope, pray that they’d realize their mistake. Because he shouldn’t be here; not like this. He was just a kid, a freshman, he got good grades, made few friends, and his teachers loved him and that was what mattered, right?
The man moved closer and grabbed Peter’s hair, dragging him up, forcing their eyes to meet, right before spitting in his face. Peter didn’t even dare to wipe the spit away. He just sat there, still on his knees
The next moment a collar was thrown on the ground in front of him. Just like in the video they showed at school last year. SHs were made to collar themselves. If they accepted the collar, they accepted their new life; if they didn’t… he didn’t even want to think about what would happen to him. But most of all; what it would do to his aunt and uncle if he refused.
He picked up the collar. The man nodded and watched as Peter placed it around his own neck. The lock as it closed when he put the ends together, sounded as final as the rusted lock of a grave. For a second he thought that was it, just a piece of metal, but then… It was as if his veins burned up in a single moment, his mouth ran dry and his every single nerve screamed in pain, as the locket in the front of the collar latched itself into his flesh.
Peter cried as he curled himself in a fetus position desperate to hide from the pain that seemed to take ages to end.
“There there little freak, you’ll do fine.” The stranger’s voice sounded almost kind now. As if the harshness in it faded away. Peter looked up and trembled.
“On your knees.”
Peter crawled up and stared up at the man through tear filled eyes. Finally remembering the day before, the science experiment, he hadn’t meant it to happen. He’d been with his class, watching an experiment in radiation. Flash had been bullying him, so he’d backed away a bit. He’d barely even felt it as a spider came down and bit his hand.
He’d left the lab, desperate for air. When a car came rushing his way. The driver didn’t even seem to notice he was in the way. He’d jumped up, several stories up. And when he grabbed for something to hold on to, he was hanging on to the wall itself. His hands had reached out for something to get up to the roof, and he found himself bending an iron bar with his bare hands.
Terror had grabbed a hold of him. Unable to tell his aunt and uncle what had happened to him, all he’d been able to think of was how much trouble aunt May and uncle Ben would be in if people thought they’d been hiding him.
He’d been shivering when he made the call, turning himself in. He still hadn’t told his aunt and uncle when the cops came barging in. He hadn’t thought they’d come in like that, he’d thought they’d just come and pick him up. He’d thought he would have had one more day. Just one more morning to tell aunt May and uncle Ben what had happened, how sorry he was. And he was, he was sorry, so sorry.
The walls of the cage flashed out, they weren’t needed anymore. He could never be more trapped than he was now.
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Oh, and, hey, what about the Invisible Collar story?
Anyway, great story!!
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