Family values

— Come on, why did you shut up right away? Thompson bristled. “Don’t tell me that because of some nonsense, we all have to believe that you know Stark. They let him on the bus, handed him an envelope, and now what? You will go and prove to us that this should tell us something. — Eugene, don’t spoil my mood, and so my prospects are shitty, and you and your whining, — I crumpled the envelope from Stark in my fingers and tried to calm down. — Let’s be honest, I know Stark, all the employees of his company know me, what else do I have to tell you so that you get off me! — Are you looking for it? — the brunette growled. — Peter, don’t, — Ned pulled my arm, — Flash, you, too, let’s stop with this. We’re going to one of the most amazing places on earth. Many people dream of working there, and we had a chance to see everything live. So pretend that you don’t know each other and don’t disrupt the rest of the tour. — Flash, the fat guy is right, — one of Thompson’s friends shouted from the end of the bus, — my dad tried seven times to get a job there as an engineer, there is a passing score as an intelligence agent. So let’s see what our nerd can show us. — Shut up, Michael, — the brunette snapped, but still moved away from us, — if you think, Parker, that’s it, then you’re very wrong. We’ll see how the tour goes. — Children, please take all your seats, — the voice of the attendant suddenly rang out. — “Friday” will take care of your safety, but in the meantime we will begin the presentation of the company. I didn’t listen further, if Tony himself wrote this speech, then there won’t be much sense in it, but there will be enough empty bragging for three cars. So I preferred to occupy my head with more useful thoughts. Let’s say I generate an idea that will allow me to avoid the excursion. It would be great to start bleeding or to smell an attack on the city. Then none of the Avengers will get in trouble. But Spider-Man could not afford either. And Peter Parker wasn’t supposed to shine like that at all. So I had to open the envelope and read what was written there. “Peter, if you seriously thought that teenage hormones were a serious reason to run away, then you clearly need to grow up. Here, the uncles have been going crazy for a couple of thousand years from the release of adrenaline into the blood, the desire to strangle someone and an elementary nedotraha. This does not discredit you in any way in the eyes of the rest of the team. Your room in the tower is the place to which you can return regardless of what you have done. As long as it does not contradict the rules and regulations, we will support you in everything. As you know, I’m not a person worth believing in at all. But I’m in the Avengers, and I’m ready to support you. As soon as you read this letter, please call or write to me. Stark, of course, is a clinical idiot, but for a long time hiding from him the fact that I, using his personal pass, pulled you out on an excursion to Stark Industries, will not work. Therefore, if you don’t want to fall under his hot hand (believe me, you won’t get off with one spanking this time), first of all, talk to me. I will try to find a way to solve this problem with minimal losses. Romanoff.” It turns out that it wasn’t Tony who started all this, but Natasha? An amazing woman. No matter how hard I tried to understand her mindset, nothing came out. Either it’s true that in Russia, some other worldview, or it was Natasha herself who was wrong. But that didn’t change the meaning of what was happening. Knowing that Stark would certainly go berserk, she was able to persuade “Friday” to violate protocols of all levels of protection and influence excursion access for a group of my class. A truly fantastic woman. And then I even managed to wind myself up to hysteria, and everything turned out not so bad. — And who is Romanoff? — the voice of a friend brought me out of my reverie. — Excuse me what? I turned to him, clutching the compromising letter in my fist. — I honestly haven’t read it, — Ned shook his head, — it’s just that my eyes caught on this name, and I don’t remember anyone with such a strange nickname surrounded by Tony Stark. So it became interesting who this is. —His mistress,” I couldn’t find anything better to explain. “Well, don’t tell me, it hurts,” the friend drawled resentfully and turned away to the window. And what else could I tell him that this was a Black Widow from the Avengers, who, for some understandable reasons, decided to take me under her wing and take care of me, to the extent that she wanted. Stark’s mistress, she was still like any other… Although, the same Bucky said that if she didn’t want it, you wouldn’t come within shooting distance of her, she would break her arms and legs and say that it was so. This steely trait of character bribed many, and scared me a little. Most likely because of her, she allowed herself such a blatant violation of reasonable boundaries. Stark, too, was not iron and rarely spoke against the red-haired beauty. So now I didn’t understand at all who and when I should start being afraid and whether it was worth it at all, if Natasha was covering for me in this, then it could have been done. However, the postscript about spanking did not please. Tony had two modes in this regard: affectionately and gently, so that you were on your knees and begging for more, and the opposite, which I saw only a couple of times. And I didn’t like it. However, at that time I agreed with such a decision. Thor really acted like a complete idiot and his divine ass belt was not very scary. But mine will have a very hard time. No one encouraged going awol. Even if the Avengers wanted to work alone, the report was mandatory so that, as a last resort, “Friday” could send a distress signal and send a rescue team. I, knowing how the system works, cut off my beacons and didn’t let Stark grab me. Although, when he realized that I had left and didn’t even leave a note, on the third day the hunt was open. He did not come to May or to school, because of confidentiality and non-disclosure of the identity of Spider-Man. Why he needed Peter Parker, the billionaire wouldn’t have explained anyway. And now it turned out that the brilliant brains of the scientist lost to the usual female ingenuity and cunning of the weaker and fair sex. More precisely, we all could not assume that Natasha would take a wait-and-see position, and then three weeks later, when the first passions subside, she would strike a decisive blow. If I had known about the excursion in advance, I would have thought of something, but in ten minutes, under the close attention of Flash and other classmates, it became difficult to do it. She had calculated everything… — This is the end of my story, and the main attraction “Stark Tower” appeared outside the bus windows, — the girl’s voice made me turn to the window, — today it is a place of attraction for all scientists who are ready to create in the name of science and knowledge. So we will give you a partial tour of the open areas. This is your small privilege, you can be proud in front of friends and acquaintances, we will visit three scientific floors and one testers. You will be able to see with your own eyes that Stark Industries is creating the future and creating history right now. — Miss Landel, — our teacher adjusted her glasses, — and why are we allowed such a liberty, the brochure only lists common visiting halls, and the floor, well, which you named last, is not specified at all. — This is the order of my boss, — the woman said, smiling with all thirty—two artificially white teeth, — I hope you will remember your stay in the tower for a long time. When my head cleared up a little and the panic receded, I realized that Natasha had decided to combine two things into one. Summon me to the tower and raise my authority among the class. A strong and independent woman, clearly knew how to play by the rules, breaking them all clean. So I could only accept what was happening and wait for my own fate, because so far it was not the most enviable and beautiful. No… Maybe I was just winding myself up, and no one was going to punish me for having inadvertently watched sex, but still my thoughts were far from rosy. After all, despite all the greasy jokes, harassment and kisses. No one attempted further blowjob in my direction. Even Bucky said that I had to wait and suffer for another three months until I turned eighteen and the only thing he could offer: a joint masturbation in the shower, after an exhausting and exhausting workout. And this was after my spider sense once told me to stay away from the common room, in which Steve’s quiet growl and Bucky’s muffled moans into the pillow could be clearly heard. No… for two years in the Avengers, I’ve come to terms with the fact that logic and couples were not worth looking for. Yes, there were some permanent and unchangeable ones, but even those were too often diluted with other zeros. The bus began to slow down smoothly, and I threw all unnecessary thoughts out of my head. Getting to my feet, I put the crumpled sheet in my pants pocket and was the first to hurry to the exit, until, on Natasha’s orders, the guide somehow began to hint at my privileged position in Stark Industries.” For there would be nothing and no one to explain where it came from at all. Interns working for the corporation on the company’s personal buses are not taken away from schools in order to present them to the head under clear eyes. It would be the most fatal failure of all possible. So I preferred to make a brick face and rush to the central doors in short dashes. But it was not there. The teacher’s steely grip doomed my plan to failure and I was returned to the general column, in which we languidly looked at a smiling employee handing out passes to enter Stark Industries.” The wind blew over my face, and I looked at the tower’s spire, which was lost in the clouds, where the Avengers' private rooms were located almost at the very top, occupying as many as two floors. Among them was mine, which Stark had taken away at the moment when he took me under his wing and called me a worthy protégé. Then, two years ago, I didn’t even think that, lying under the covers at night, I would fiercely fantasize about how he would be the first to enter me and finish the spanking he started, not with a simple “Well done”, but with a bright orgasm… Oh shit! What was I thinking at such a crucial moment! It seems that the brain has gone completely… And for the first time I realized that Natasha’s words were true: “At seventeen, at forty, at a hundred or two, men think about their own satisfaction even when their lives are hanging by a thread. And I don’t mean sex, physically or mentally, being the best is inherent in you at the genetic level, so stop pretending to be saints, Peter is not a child without brains, he is the future that the Avengers should save.” I, like no one else, corresponded to the insane, crazy and blatant inconsistency of the real Avengers, from the newspaper. And that meant that I really became part of the team!