Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe- Antman and the Wasp
Prompter: Downey for President
Prompt: Avengers or Antman where Scott gets it, probably for doing something stupid/possibly dangerous?

Warnings: Contains spanking of an adult male
See Author's note.

Antman- Part of a Family

Scott is finally free of his home, and experiments on himself, trying to make up for all of his mistakes.

Then Hank finds out.

Hank studies the man facing him for a moment, before he paces in front of his chair.

Hank is determined to make sure that Scott knows putting himself at risk like he did was never going to be acceptable.

"So," Hank starts out conversationally, noting with satisfaction at Scott's wince, "experimenting on yourself, by yourself, huh?"

"Y-yes?" Scott squeaks.

Hank nods, and continues pacing, as if mulling over the answer. He could see Scott sweating in the corner of his eye.

"Any idea why?"

"Why?" Scott responds, obviously confused.

Hank stops right in front of him and pins him with a penetrating, yet curious stare. "Yes. Why. You are incredibly smart, Scott, and I assume you learned in school the safety precautions of experimenting?"

"Well, yes, I did, but-"

"So knowing how to be safe, I want to know why you chose not to?"

Scott can only sputter at him, and Hank raises an eyebrow challengingly.

"Well? Any ideas, young man?"

The tension doing what Hank knew it would, Scott blurted out the first thing that came to mind- the truth.

"I didn't want you to know about it yet! I know how many problems I have caused you all, and I wanted to make it up to you! I know I screwed up in Leipzig, I know I totally messed things up, it seems like all I do is mess up, and I wanted to show you I could be useful for something!"

Hank nods, satisfied. It was like he expected. His face grows stern, and he pulls over the swivel desk chair and sits down, looking Scott square in the face.

"Listen up, because I'm only going to say this once. I. Forgive. You." Scott's eyes go wide. "Did you get that? I forgive you."

Scott can only stare at him, two tears starting to run down his face.

"Do you understand me?"

"I… I-"

"I know, it's a lot to take in," Hank nods. "So here's what is going to happen. Whenever Hope put herself in danger, I always responded in the same way; a physical reminder that she is cared about and risking her life is not acceptable. It only happened once or twice, so it is effective, which is the whole point of discipline.

"Therefore, I'm going to stand you up and sit down in that chair. Then I'm going to bend you over my lap, and spank your bare backside until you truly know how much we care about you, and how putting yourself in danger hurts us."

He pauses, waiting for a reaction.

"Do you understand me?"

"I-I-what?!"

"I'm going to place you over my lap and spank you."

Scott can only splutter.

Hank studies the younger man closely. There is a mixture of panic and anxiety on his face, but also some relief, hope, and longing. Hank's heart gives a pang. The young man before him has gotten into a lot of trouble, waiting for someone to pull him back, but no one did. Well, they were here for him now, and would not leave him again.

Hank straightens in determination. Scott was just in shock, he didn't really have a problem with it. There was no anger or fear on his face.

He stands, and offers the young man his hand, gently adding, "Let's get it over with, alright?"

Scott looks up at him, tears flooding his eyes, and yet nods, takes his hand and numbly stands up. Hank feels a flash of pride.

"Good job Scott," Hank says softly, before sitting down and pulling him across his knee. He pulls Scott close, getting a firm grip on him before he pulls down his sweats and shorts.

Scott lets out a mix between a gasp and a whimper.

"I know, it's alright," Hank murmurs, "It will be over soon." Scott gives another small whimper, and buries his head into Hank's pant leg.

Hank feels a rush of affection, but pushes away all of the regret, focusing on the fear he felt, the fear he heard in Hope's voice when she called him, and raises his arm.

It was time Scott knew what being part of a family was.

And Hank lays down the first swat.

Hank continued his steady pace, patient to take this at whatever pace Scott needed. By the end of the third circuit he was starting to wiggle; little, involuntary jerks that he would try to cut off once he noticed. His bottom was a dark pink now, and Hank decided it was time to make his points. He raised his right knee, angling Scott a bit more sharply over his lap, and started addressing the previously untouched sit-spots- speaking and swatting firmly, despite how much his own hand stung.

Scott is sobbing by the time Hank is finished with his main points; as usual, it is the emotions of everything that finally broke down his defenses.

Hank closed his eyes, slightly surprised at how much the cries of the man below him hurt. They weren't done yet, and he knew what would have to come next.

"We're almost done buddy, I'm just going to give you a few more." Hearing this, Scott starts to sob even harder, and Hank steels himself, truly regretting what he had to do. He reaches over to grab the ruler sitting on the table next to him, and places it on the glowing backside, taking another deep breath before starting.

"I'm going to give you 13 more with the ruler, Scott, and then it will all be over. Nine will be for all the people who truly, deeply care about you, and would be devastated by your loss, and then one for each of the four people you don't have to prove anything to- myself, Janet, Hope, and… you. We care about you. We won't lose you. You have a family now, and we will step in whenever we see you putting yourself in danger- especially if it is because you are trying to prove something. Remember this. We can't lose you."

Hank takes another deep breath, then snaps the ruler down sharply. Scott's crying had lessened while he was explaining, but at the first sharp swat he once again bursts into tears, mixed with short wails.

Hank prayed he would only have to do this once. Scott was part of their family now- he was no longer alone.

Tbc...

A/N

So, this one really took off- it ended up being over 4,000 words. It is mostly finished, I just want to go through and clean it up some more. But I decided to post a shortened version of it here, just so that you all could see it, since this is where it came from.

Published: January 21, 2020