Family values

"Class, a moment of attention," the class teacher measured us with an indifferent look and scooped up all the documents from the table, "we have just been informed that Stark Industries has approved our excursion into its walls. I hope you don't need to be reminded that seventeen-year-olds should be aware of their actions, so get ready, you have ten minutes, the bus will arrive soon." "Well, Peter, will you continue to brag about the fact that the great genius Tony Stark knows a renegade like you?", Flash leaned on my desk and laughed. "Now the hour of reckoning has come for everything that you have been carrying here. You see, he has been interning for two years in the coolest company. Is everyone ready to see the humiliation of our suffocating?" "Flash, fuck off", I snapped. The class whinnied, supporting its favorite and the main handsome of our school, and irritation flared up in my chest. I asked Tony not to drag my normal life into this showdown. More precisely, not to interfere with him in something that belongs only to Peter Parker, and not to his karmic partner and practically adopted child Spider-Man. But it seems that the egocentric billionaire didn't give a damn about all my attempts to reach him. And another setup from Stark threatened me with a good spanking, because excitement was already tightening in my stomach, and my spider sense screamed that all this was not for nothing. Especially at the sight of a snow-white bus with the logo of the corporation on the side. Of course, I did not think that we would be taken on school junk, but I did not expect a corporate handsome man either. A smiling girl of about thirty looked at each of us intently and attentively. Checking surnames, photos and biometrics in the tablet. And so it dragged on endlessly for a long time, until the turn came to me. Stark's employee just bowed, smiled and handed me an envelope, pointed to the door with her hand. The giggles behind my back became less, but I was in no hurry to rejoice at such luck. There was something wrong with all of this. It remained to unravel Tony's plan and not run into an instructive conversation. I've generally stopped understanding the nature of our relationship with him lately. No… When I was fifteen, it was really like the interaction of a guardian who decided to sponsor a brilliant child. But the closer my eighteenth birthday got, the more outspoken everything became. Simple touches were replaced by more languid ones, kisses became hotter each time, and the anticipation of blindfolded eyes, naked skin and stinging blows made it hard in my pants. Tony never forced, his tactics were completely different. He intrigued with the same force with which a butterfly was attracted by fire. And it was sensual. Without overstepping the bounds of what was allowed, he retreated every time he felt that I was ready to break. That's why a simple masturbation under the blanket no longer brought any relief. Doing something noisier in Aunt May's house was somehow a shame. And in the tower, I haven't risked appearing yet. However, after I quite accidentally, damn the spider's super senses, I found out that not only Natasha can moan in a high falsetto. I've never felt such shame in my life. For some reason, the avengers always forgot that there was only one me among them, who was too early to delve into all the subtleties of open relationships and group orgies. No… They honestly tried to hide it, choosing distant rooms and places that were not so easy to get into. But spider sense… And the all-seeing "Friday", who reported to Stark that I was well aware of what the others were doing while I was sitting in my room. And the most surprising thing at that moment was the realization that of all those present in the Avengers Tower, only Natasha decided to hold a preventive conversation with me. I thought school sex education classes were embarrassing, but no… They were quite acceptable, at least they didn't have to clamp the edge of the pillow with their teeth and apologise shamefacedly for coming too quickly without even warning. But after this incident, it was as if I finally joined the team and became part of the pack, and the rest stopped cold and cool to communicate with the youngest member of the team. Now, in the shower, I could hear about what kind of chick the Winter Soldier had put to bed, or that Captain America's pants would soon start smoking from moral principles. It turned out that sex is a universal way to relieve tension. Much better than booze and the rest of the stuff. And most importantly, if you are a superhero, then anyone is ready to give you. Well, almost anyone… But even knowing all this, I was too surprised and amazed at how frankly and vulgarly the voice of Loki, the god of deceit, deceit and just the main asshole in the tower sounded when Stark pressed him to the table and fucked him with a flourish. At the same time, without hesitation, kissing Natasha so deeply that I thought he wanted to devour her. And all this is in sync with the way the woman's hips moved along the penis of God. I thought I was going to die right there, from shock and shock, but I still preferred to run away for the best and lock myself in my room. Biting my lip until it bled, I could barely unbutton my jeans and not pull out the zipper, excitement was beating on my ears and I wanted to scream. But I only ran along the trunk a couple of times, from the head to the base, slightly squeezing my sweaty palm and discharged myself, leaning my head back against the cool metal door and breathing heavily. I knew with my head that Tony would find out about everything in an hour, and then I could not avoid a second conversation with Natasha. So, picking up my things, I ran away from the tower like a coward, and for the third week now, I preferred not to answer messages, not to respond to calls and work alone. I did not want to return to this nest of debauchery, lust and irregular relations. But it seems that Stark got tired of my hide-and-seek game, and he decided to act with more radical methods. It was unrealistic to refuse the tour, which was reported ten minutes before departure. And now I had to face them, face to face… God, why would I do all this, because I just wanted to meet Tony Stark! And not to become part of a crazy Swedish family.