The Avengers were slumped in various poses in the large lounge. They had been in the field the whole day, tackling another evil scientist and his mind-controlled feral rabbits.
"That was horrible!" Wanda said, stretching her arms. She gave a little shudder, thinking of the rabbits.
"Where do these guys even come from? And why are they all insane?" Clint asked, downing a sip of beer.
Bruce was the only one who was not tired, thanks to the situation not becoming a 'code green.' "Peter was good today" he said, and there were nods all around. The youngest and newest Avenger had indeed acquitted himself very well. "Where is Peter, though?" Bruce asked.
Tony and Steve looked at each other. "Jarvis, where is Peter?" Tony called out.
"He went out an hour ago, sir"
"An hour? It's past his curfew, again" Steve said. "Tony, it's time he received some discipline"
"Ah, yes, right, discipline" Tony nodded. "You take care of it, we'll go to the debriefing" Tony said. The others groaned but got up quickly. They all hated debriefings, but none of them wanted to scold a kid.
Steve shrugged and walked up to Peter's room. He hated what he was about to do, but someone had to do it. He picked up a belt from his floor on the way. He'd be quick, just a few strokes. Peter was a good lad after all.
Peter Parker had had a wonderful day. What was better than fighting a supervillain? He had used his powers so well that there wasn't even the usual collateral damage. And the night time walk (OK, crawl) had been awesome too. He crawled up the wall to his window, and crept inside.
Steve Rogers sat on the bed with a face like thunder.
"What is the time, Peter?" he snapped.
"Er, Cap..I just missed the bus, so…"
"You missed a bus, Peter? Really? Why did you go out half an hour before your curfew? And why didn't you tell one of us where you were going? Don't try to blab anything about a bus again!" Steve was using his field voice, and Peter felt butterflies in his stomach.
"Cap, I'm sorry! It won't happen again."
Steve picked up the belt from beside him. "Yes, it won't. It's time we made sure it doesn't. Bend over the bed."
Peter recoiled in horror, yelling. "What? You can't do that!" He leapt for the window, but Steve anticipated it, and reached out and grabbed his arm in a tight grip.
Steve was not expecting this amount of resistance. Was this how kids behaved these days?
"Jarvis, lock down that window." Steve said, and a metal shutter, used to bullet proof the compound if needed, rattled down. Peter was backed into a corner. Steve let go of his arm.
"Peter, take your punishment now, or I'm going to put you over my knee like a child." he said, pointing to the bed with his belt. He towered over Peter, who began to panic.
"Steve, Cap, you really can't do this! It's not allowed!" Peter shouted, "Jarvis, tell him. Call Mr. Stark!" Steve was losing his patience, when the AI answered "I'm sorry Peter, Mr. Stark is not in the compound."
"Oh please, call anybody - Clint, Natasha - please Jarvis" Peter's voice shook as he yelled at Jarvis, his face pale with fear. Steve decided to get the punishment over with.
He turned Peter around and struck him once on his bottom. Peter let out a shocked "Ow!" "I'm tired of this, Peter. Bend over the bed, NOW!" Steve said.
"I won't" Peter yelled back, hands clamped on his stinging bottom.
"Very well, then," Steve said. He turned Peter around, gripped both his arms in a stronghold, and almost lifted him to the bed.
Once there, Steve sat down, and pulled Peter down. Peter was very strong, but was light, and not as well trained as Steve, so he fell face down across Steve's lap. Steve had never given a spanking, but he had received a few, and had seen other kids get plenty. Thinking back, he pinned Peter's arm to his back with his left arm, and with one leg, clamped down on Peter's legs.
Peter felt helpless and scared. He felt as though he was back in the school playground, in front of a huge bully. He tried to wriggle his way out, but Steve had him immobilized.
Steve steeled himself for what he was about to do. This was somehow harder than hitting the boy with a belt! He brought his hand down on the seat of Peter's pants, hard enough to hurt him in spite of his spider-strength. "Aaahh" Peter screamed out.
Steve scolded, punctuating his tirade with spanks. You - spank - will not - spank- return - spank- after - spank- curfew - spank. You - spank- will -spank- follow -spank- the rules -spank!
Peter struggled as he was spanked, over and over. Tears ran down his cheeks as Steve continued.
Rules - spank- are there - spank- for a - spank- reason -spank. If you -spank - act - spank- like - spank- a child - spank- you will -spank- be punished -spank- like - spank -strong a child -spank.
Peter began to sob and cry openly, shouting at each spank.
Steve did not expect Peter to break down so quickly. He finished with a few very hard spanks, and released the boy. Peter sprang up, and tried to get out of Steve's reach. Steve knew that the boy was in distress and tried to pull him into a hug to soothe him. To Steve's surprise Peter resisted, still with tears running down his face.
"Come here Peter" Steve said gently, opening up his arms.
"Leave me alone. Leave me, please" Peter pulled away and curled up on his bed, his back to Steve.
Steve lightly touched his shoulder, and Peter flinched and pulled it away. "Go away" Peter yelled, pulling a pillow to his face.
Steve stood up and walked out of the room, hearing Peter sob into his pillow. Why was the boy so upset? He hadn't spanked him hard!
"Don't allow him out of the room, Jarvis. Alert me if anything is wrong" he said, walking over to his own room. He knew that disciplining a child was difficult, but not this much. He felt like he had beaten Peter, not disciplined him. Steve went to the lounge to wait for the others. Maybe Peter wanted only Tony to discipline him?