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Fic: Broken Dreams (2/?)
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
Prologue - 1 - 2
2.
The boy formerly known as Peter, currently Spider, was terrified. His master’s friend kept staring at him and Spider did his best to avoid the man’s eyes. Not that he was supposed to cross eyes with humans to begin with. It was disrespectful and if he’d done it while around master Osborn, it would have earned him a flogging.
Master Osborn always said he was too curious for his own good. It was a weakness that the man had tried to get him away from and Spider had tried, he’d really tried to get over it. He'd tried to become the slave his master had required him to be. Master Osborn had promised to let him see his aunt and uncle if he proved himself, but Spider kept messing it up. Whenever he came close, he did something wrong, and lost all credit he’d built up. It was his own fault of course, he was a disobedient monster and a freak, and no matter how hard he tried to get over that and become worthy of being rewarded, he just couldn’t manage to get past it.
It’s not that Spider didn’t understand the risks involved. Master Osborn said that as long as he couldn’t control himself enough to be perfect, he could be a threat to Uncle Ben and Aunt May. And that was something that frightened him more than anything else in the world.
So now with Master Stark he tried to be better. But how could he be expected to be perfect as a slave while Master Stark was so soft on him?
Much as he feared and hated Master Osborn’s punishments, at least they told him when he did something wrong. With Master Stark he was constantly confused about how to behave. He nearly hit himself, how dare he judge his Master or even compare them. He was nothing, and this was why Master Osborn had to punish him, because he kept thinking himself above his station. Because no matter how hard he tried to fight the inclination, some part of him had to be kept from thinking that he was better than humans, and he wasn’t; He wasn’t their equal, he was less. He was a monster and at least this way he could be kept from doing harm.
His head raised up as his sixth sense warned him of danger. He obeyed his training and instantly inspected his surrounding area using that sense. Westside, he was just in time to get Master Stark down to the floor as the glass of the windows broke into shards when it was hit by a concussive force. Touching his Master without permission would get him punished, but letting him be killed would be even worse.
Three freaks appeared in the windowsill and Spider got ready to fight them. They circled him and Spider quickly noted his options. He grabbed a pot of salt and threw it at the first attacker’s eyes, while throwing a kick at the second one. He barely even realized that Master Stark’s friend was helping him fight.
The first one was now blindly shooting out, trying to hit anything that moved. Spider noticed a little girl that hadn’t been able to get out of the way. Spider quickly grabbed a table and used it to fend off the blast and send it back to one of the attackers. He barely even cringed as the freaks' eyebeams hit his leg. It hadn’t hit the girl, that was all that mattered. He kicked off on the wall, and managed to get the second attacker out of the air.
Master Stark was still on the ground, hiding under the table and Spider noticed his Master was using his phone before focussing his attention back on the third attacker. The guy seemed about ready to do something, as his eyes were glowing. Spider and Master’s friend stood opposed to him when the Iron Men appeared and took him out.
Master Stark came out from beneath the table. One of the attackers was starting to come to. When he noticed the Iron Men, he attacked them, without thoughts to his own safety. Spider had seen it before, a suicide run, and it never worked. The Iron Men preferred to keep the freaks alive, at least that way they could be retrained and sold.
Spider didn’t even dare look at them; he merely bowed down to the floor, hands behind his back, face to the ground, as submissive as he could be. The leader of the Iron Men pulled up his head and read his barcode before letting go.
“Good boy.’ He muttered before moving on to Master Stark and his friend, checking to see if they were fine.
“Mister Stark, did they hurt you?”
“No, Spider got me to safety before they could even get close to me.”
Spider shivered and tried to stay as out of sight as possible, praying he hadn’t made any mistakes. He could almost feel the locket on his throat pulsing with every glance of the Iron Men that was thrown his way.
A little girl came running up to him, and was pulled back before she got close. It was the little girl that had almost been hit in the attack. Spider made sure not to make any eye contact. But the woman barely looked at him, she turned to his master: “Thank you Mister Stark, if you hadn’t told your freak to help my little girl… I don’t know what would have happened.”
Spider tried to stay as still as possible, Master Stark hadn’t ordered him to do anything. He’d shown initiative, a very undesirable trait in a freak. But then he’d known he was going to get punished for it, when he’d done it. But he just couldn’t let a kid get killed. What’s a bit of mind shattering pain compared to that?
The Iron Men looked his way and Spider wished he could just sink into the floor and disappear.
“No problem ma’am, I always tell Spider to keep an eye on the surroundings as well as on me.”
****
From the look on Tony’s face, Steve was pretty sure that no, Tony hadn’t ordered the kid to do that. It made Steve feel a moment of guilt that he was lying to Tony as he was. Steve tried not to pay too much attention to the men that had attacked Tony. Some of Magneto’s people. Steve could understand their point, he knew they were in the right and had good reason to protest the treatment they received. But he couldn’t approve of the way they’d gone about it. Attacking as they had, with no concern whatsoever to the innocent bystanders surrounding them was only going to turn the public against them, even more than they already were.
It was a major split in the rebellion, Magneto’s Liberation Front, with their hardliner tactics and the Resistance, which Steve was a part of, who just tried to get kids to safety and attacked auctions and laboratories. To the public, they were all the same. They all scared them, made them live in fear for their comfortable lives built on the back of slaves.
“Are you sure your Freak did that on your orders, Mister Stark?”
Tony almost glared at the Iron Man asking the question.
“I could see that you think you’re helping your boy Mister Stark, but really, you’re only messing him up more; if he thinks he can get away with doing something on his own once, he’ll try it again, and next time it might be a lot more serious than keeping a kid from getting hurt.”
“Officer, do you really think that I would not have my personal body guard set on orders to protect everyone around me, as well as myself? That I would be so selfish to only care about my own well being?”
The Iron Man flinched back and Steve had to fight back a smirk at the emotion coming from the metal plate in front of them.
“No sir.”
It only increased Steve’s admiration to the young slave a thousand fold. The boy had no choices, no freedom, yet he’d risked his own life and well being to save a human. Compared to this boy’s bravery and selflessness, the free men and women around them only came off looking even worse.
Tony waited for the Iron Men to leave with their now helpless cargo before turning to Spider.
“For future reference, you are now officially ordered to help any civilian in danger as well, in case I get attacked again. Just so you know.”
And for a second Steve almost fell into the trap of liking Tony. Liking the other man was far too easy; it almost made him hate the man even more. Because if Tony really were even half the man he pretended to be, then how could he live with the horror that he and his kind inflicted on innocents like Spider?
“You know Spider; I am going to have to punish you for acting without orders.”
It broke Steve’s heart that the boy nodded and didn’t even seem to be shocked or surprised by the statement, just…
Steve couldn’t stop himself.
“So you’re going to punish him for the crime of saving a kid?” He barely kept himself from raising his voice.
“It’s in the manual, Steve. Subhumanoids aren’t capable of making informed choices. If I let him get away with showing initiative, he will be doing it again, and next time with something that’ll require more of a punishment than a few taps. It’ll barely even hurt him; just remind him for in the future.”
Steve closed his eyes. For a smart man, why was Tony Stark so damn stupid? It wasn’t until then that Steve even realized that Spider was limping. People had checked on him, and on Tony, but no one, including him, had even bothered to check if the young slave was alright; even though Spider had been the one to bare the brunt of the attack.
“Spider, your hands.”
The boy showed his hands, while Tony took a thin wooden rod from out of his pocket.
Steve stood there stunned while Tony admonished twenty whacks with the wooden rod on the boy’s palms. Steve could hear the way the rod whistled as it came down. His palms reddened and large welts surfaced, but Spider barely even flinched, he just bit his lip and stood there.
"That should do it. What do we say to that Spider?" As he held out the rod to the boy. Spider merely placed a kiss on the rod. And that was that as far as Tony was concerned. Steve had never been so sickened in his life.
“So if you were going to punish him anyway, then why did you lie to the Iron Men?”
Tony just rolled his eyes. “Come on Steve, if I told them he was acting without orders, they’d put it on his permanent record. I’d never do that to the poor kid, especially on his first day. I am a member of the ASPCS you know.”
And as far as Tony was concerned, that was the end of it. Steve was surprised that the man didn’t even seem to realize that the Iron Men would have done a lot more than put a black mark on the kid’s record.
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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
Prologue - 1 - 2
2.
The boy formerly known as Peter, currently Spider, was terrified. His master’s friend kept staring at him and Spider did his best to avoid the man’s eyes. Not that he was supposed to cross eyes with humans to begin with. It was disrespectful and if he’d done it while around master Osborn, it would have earned him a flogging.
Master Osborn always said he was too curious for his own good. It was a weakness that the man had tried to get him away from and Spider had tried, he’d really tried to get over it. He'd tried to become the slave his master had required him to be. Master Osborn had promised to let him see his aunt and uncle if he proved himself, but Spider kept messing it up. Whenever he came close, he did something wrong, and lost all credit he’d built up. It was his own fault of course, he was a disobedient monster and a freak, and no matter how hard he tried to get over that and become worthy of being rewarded, he just couldn’t manage to get past it.
It’s not that Spider didn’t understand the risks involved. Master Osborn said that as long as he couldn’t control himself enough to be perfect, he could be a threat to Uncle Ben and Aunt May. And that was something that frightened him more than anything else in the world.
So now with Master Stark he tried to be better. But how could he be expected to be perfect as a slave while Master Stark was so soft on him?
Much as he feared and hated Master Osborn’s punishments, at least they told him when he did something wrong. With Master Stark he was constantly confused about how to behave. He nearly hit himself, how dare he judge his Master or even compare them. He was nothing, and this was why Master Osborn had to punish him, because he kept thinking himself above his station. Because no matter how hard he tried to fight the inclination, some part of him had to be kept from thinking that he was better than humans, and he wasn’t; He wasn’t their equal, he was less. He was a monster and at least this way he could be kept from doing harm.
His head raised up as his sixth sense warned him of danger. He obeyed his training and instantly inspected his surrounding area using that sense. Westside, he was just in time to get Master Stark down to the floor as the glass of the windows broke into shards when it was hit by a concussive force. Touching his Master without permission would get him punished, but letting him be killed would be even worse.
Three freaks appeared in the windowsill and Spider got ready to fight them. They circled him and Spider quickly noted his options. He grabbed a pot of salt and threw it at the first attacker’s eyes, while throwing a kick at the second one. He barely even realized that Master Stark’s friend was helping him fight.
The first one was now blindly shooting out, trying to hit anything that moved. Spider noticed a little girl that hadn’t been able to get out of the way. Spider quickly grabbed a table and used it to fend off the blast and send it back to one of the attackers. He barely even cringed as the freaks' eyebeams hit his leg. It hadn’t hit the girl, that was all that mattered. He kicked off on the wall, and managed to get the second attacker out of the air.
Master Stark was still on the ground, hiding under the table and Spider noticed his Master was using his phone before focussing his attention back on the third attacker. The guy seemed about ready to do something, as his eyes were glowing. Spider and Master’s friend stood opposed to him when the Iron Men appeared and took him out.
Master Stark came out from beneath the table. One of the attackers was starting to come to. When he noticed the Iron Men, he attacked them, without thoughts to his own safety. Spider had seen it before, a suicide run, and it never worked. The Iron Men preferred to keep the freaks alive, at least that way they could be retrained and sold.
Spider didn’t even dare look at them; he merely bowed down to the floor, hands behind his back, face to the ground, as submissive as he could be. The leader of the Iron Men pulled up his head and read his barcode before letting go.
“Good boy.’ He muttered before moving on to Master Stark and his friend, checking to see if they were fine.
“Mister Stark, did they hurt you?”
“No, Spider got me to safety before they could even get close to me.”
Spider shivered and tried to stay as out of sight as possible, praying he hadn’t made any mistakes. He could almost feel the locket on his throat pulsing with every glance of the Iron Men that was thrown his way.
A little girl came running up to him, and was pulled back before she got close. It was the little girl that had almost been hit in the attack. Spider made sure not to make any eye contact. But the woman barely looked at him, she turned to his master: “Thank you Mister Stark, if you hadn’t told your freak to help my little girl… I don’t know what would have happened.”
Spider tried to stay as still as possible, Master Stark hadn’t ordered him to do anything. He’d shown initiative, a very undesirable trait in a freak. But then he’d known he was going to get punished for it, when he’d done it. But he just couldn’t let a kid get killed. What’s a bit of mind shattering pain compared to that?
The Iron Men looked his way and Spider wished he could just sink into the floor and disappear.
“No problem ma’am, I always tell Spider to keep an eye on the surroundings as well as on me.”
****
From the look on Tony’s face, Steve was pretty sure that no, Tony hadn’t ordered the kid to do that. It made Steve feel a moment of guilt that he was lying to Tony as he was. Steve tried not to pay too much attention to the men that had attacked Tony. Some of Magneto’s people. Steve could understand their point, he knew they were in the right and had good reason to protest the treatment they received. But he couldn’t approve of the way they’d gone about it. Attacking as they had, with no concern whatsoever to the innocent bystanders surrounding them was only going to turn the public against them, even more than they already were.
It was a major split in the rebellion, Magneto’s Liberation Front, with their hardliner tactics and the Resistance, which Steve was a part of, who just tried to get kids to safety and attacked auctions and laboratories. To the public, they were all the same. They all scared them, made them live in fear for their comfortable lives built on the back of slaves.
“Are you sure your Freak did that on your orders, Mister Stark?”
Tony almost glared at the Iron Man asking the question.
“I could see that you think you’re helping your boy Mister Stark, but really, you’re only messing him up more; if he thinks he can get away with doing something on his own once, he’ll try it again, and next time it might be a lot more serious than keeping a kid from getting hurt.”
“Officer, do you really think that I would not have my personal body guard set on orders to protect everyone around me, as well as myself? That I would be so selfish to only care about my own well being?”
The Iron Man flinched back and Steve had to fight back a smirk at the emotion coming from the metal plate in front of them.
“No sir.”
It only increased Steve’s admiration to the young slave a thousand fold. The boy had no choices, no freedom, yet he’d risked his own life and well being to save a human. Compared to this boy’s bravery and selflessness, the free men and women around them only came off looking even worse.
Tony waited for the Iron Men to leave with their now helpless cargo before turning to Spider.
“For future reference, you are now officially ordered to help any civilian in danger as well, in case I get attacked again. Just so you know.”
And for a second Steve almost fell into the trap of liking Tony. Liking the other man was far too easy; it almost made him hate the man even more. Because if Tony really were even half the man he pretended to be, then how could he live with the horror that he and his kind inflicted on innocents like Spider?
“You know Spider; I am going to have to punish you for acting without orders.”
It broke Steve’s heart that the boy nodded and didn’t even seem to be shocked or surprised by the statement, just…
Steve couldn’t stop himself.
“So you’re going to punish him for the crime of saving a kid?” He barely kept himself from raising his voice.
“It’s in the manual, Steve. Subhumanoids aren’t capable of making informed choices. If I let him get away with showing initiative, he will be doing it again, and next time with something that’ll require more of a punishment than a few taps. It’ll barely even hurt him; just remind him for in the future.”
Steve closed his eyes. For a smart man, why was Tony Stark so damn stupid? It wasn’t until then that Steve even realized that Spider was limping. People had checked on him, and on Tony, but no one, including him, had even bothered to check if the young slave was alright; even though Spider had been the one to bare the brunt of the attack.
“Spider, your hands.”
The boy showed his hands, while Tony took a thin wooden rod from out of his pocket.
Steve stood there stunned while Tony admonished twenty whacks with the wooden rod on the boy’s palms. Steve could hear the way the rod whistled as it came down. His palms reddened and large welts surfaced, but Spider barely even flinched, he just bit his lip and stood there.
"That should do it. What do we say to that Spider?" As he held out the rod to the boy. Spider merely placed a kiss on the rod. And that was that as far as Tony was concerned. Steve had never been so sickened in his life.
“So if you were going to punish him anyway, then why did you lie to the Iron Men?”
Tony just rolled his eyes. “Come on Steve, if I told them he was acting without orders, they’d put it on his permanent record. I’d never do that to the poor kid, especially on his first day. I am a member of the ASPCS you know.”
And as far as Tony was concerned, that was the end of it. Steve was surprised that the man didn’t even seem to realize that the Iron Men would have done a lot more than put a black mark on the kid’s record.
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