Hank Pym's saga part 2: 'Yes, Sir'.

This part is based after Ultiates Volume 2. The end of Mark Millar's run.

Hank glanced up from his work desk within the see-through cage S.H.I.E.L.D. had placed him in. He saw that the movement that had caught his eye was Steve Rogers approaching the door to his 'living quarters'. Hank gave a derisive snort at the sight of Captain America. "What do you want?"

The large vault door that led into the isolated room closed with a hiss behind Steve as he entered Hank's personal space. "I just want to have a word."

Hank snarled. "Well, that was a word. Done now?"

Steve stared at him. "Your very funny, Hank."

Hank turned away as if dismissing Steve, shuffling papers around on his desk busily. "I have a lot of work here to do, if you don't mind..."

Steve interrupted, "It's done, until I leave."

Hank laughed derisively at him, "I'm sure Nick Fury would like to hear that..."

Steve shook his head at Hank sadly, "You seem to misinterpret Nick's stance on this. He has told me he does not wish any contribution to our team from you in any way, shape, or form."

Hank finally began to look ruffled. "Nonsense. Why the hell would he keep me here, then?"

Steve pointed at the heavy walls surrounding them, "Because there are few places that can contain a man that can grow or shrink at will. You are a prisoner, Hank. At the moment, that is all you are."

Hank turned to face Steve then, "Just like Banner was, but he still contributed..."

Steve shook his head, "No. Nick knows that is what you wanted, so he intends not to give it to you."

Hank's voice began to manifest his mounting frustration, "He would waste my intellect and have me just sit in here doing nothing? That's petty!"

Steve shrugged, "It is how it is. You brought this on yourself."

Hank's tone turned angry, "I told you, there was a traitor on the team! I told Ultron..."

Steve cut him off again, "I spoke to your robot."

Hank paled, feeling he knew where this was going. Ultron had been programmed to think independently, so there was no reason he could not have decided to tell the truth to Hank's disadvantage. "You questioned Ultron?"

Steve nodded, "His story doesn't match up with yours."

Hank waved his hand angrily, "He is a robot, he..."

Steve held up a hand, his expression telling Hank that he wasn't interested in arguing, "He IS a robot, which makes him less likely to lie than any of your research assistants."

Hank's mind raced as he fumbled, "I programmed him with a directive to hide sensitive knowledge like my double-cross, he is probably still..."

Steve sighed, "Hank, do yourself a favor and stop lying to me. Some of our top people have examined your robot's programming with that idea in mind and haven't found anything to suggest you are telling me the truth."

Hank shook with frustration, his face turning red as he yelled, knowing he had lost this battle, "Your people can't possibly comprehend my work! They failed to find it is all!"

Steve shook his head at Hank in exasperated silence. "This is your problem, Hank. As smart as you are, and yet you don't know how to control your own emotions or put forethought into the consequences of your impassioned actions."

Hank's face grew dark, "Look, if your talking about the incident with Janet, we already hashed this out... I was under the effect of anti-depressants."

It was Steve's turn to look angry, "Actually, I wasn't necessarily pointing that event out, since I have already kicked your ass for that one. But while we are on that note, let's discuss how you try to wriggle out of accountability, Hank. Was it anti-depressants that caused you to betray the team, too?"

Hank looked flustered, "I was on them before I came out to fight, yes... look, Steve, I've been diagnosed as bi-polar, I have trouble with wild swings in my mood, sometimes I just lose control a little."

Steve gave him an incredulous look, "A little? Your loss of control puts women in the hospital and American lives in jeopardy, Hank."

Hank found his anger again, pointing at Steve as he yelled, "Look, I'm only trying to make things right, here!"

Steve relaxed his shoulders, folding his hands behind his back. "Alright, Hank. Here is the first step towards making things right; what have you done wrong?"

Hank sneered at Steve, hating Captain America's self-righteous stance, "I don't need to answer to you."

Steve shrugged, "You don't have to answer me. But you do need to answer." Steve motioned with a nod, and Hank followed his eyes to the security camera mounted on the far wall.

Hank shook his head, "No. I don't need this crap." He turned his back on Steve again, trying to busy himself with his work once more.

Steve breathed deeply, "I think I know what you need."

Hank glanced back at Steve venomously, "And what do I need, Steve?"

Steve saw the dark look on Hank's face and heard the sarcasm in his voice and made his mind up, "You don't need me to talk to you anymore."

Hank humphed, "Glad you finally realized that. Don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out."

But Captain America didn't leave. Instead, he began to remove his belt one loop at a time as Hank watched, an eyebrow raised in confusion. "You know, I heard what happened back at S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ with your wife."

Hank's eyes went wide as he swiveled in his chair to face Steve, "What the hell are you talking about?" Hank knew where this was going, he just didn't want to believe it.

Steve pulled the belt loose entirely from his pants, still staring levelly at Hank. "I applaud Janet for her wisdom. I come from a time when such punishment was more prevalent, and understand that sometimes some people need a little push."

Steve folded the belt in his hand and Hank's eyes went wide. "Wait a minute... you are not hitting me with that thing." Hank sat back rigidly, feeling the first tendrils of fear enter him.

Steve started to move forward, "Well, it looks like that is one more thing you are wrong about, Hank. Because I'm going to hit you until you say you are sorry to me and that camera."

Hank held his hands splayed in front of himself as Steve advanced, "You want a sorry? Fine, I am sorry, alright?" Hank felt sick to his stomach as his heart pounded in his ears. Hank leapt to his feet as Cap kept advancing on him, pushing the chair between them, "W-wait a minute! Calm down, Steve!"

Steve kicked the chair out of the way almost casually, and Hank backed into his desk with nowhere to escape to as Steve grabbed him by the collar, spinning him around and holding him in an arm lock.

As Steve reached out to swipe the desk clear of papers Hank struggled against Captain America's super strength in vain, "Let me go! I am an American citizen, I have rights! This is assault!"

Steve ignored Hank's yelling as he pushed the smaller man down on his stomach across the desk, moving to grapple one of Hank's legs with his own and making an effective pin to keep him from thrashing away from the spanking.

Hank realized what Steve was doing as he felt his movement restricted and he panicked, "Okay, okay! You want to talk? Lets talk!" He felt Steve begin to unbuckle his own pants and his fear trebled, "You don't understand because your not from our time, but you can't do this!"

As he removed Hank's underwear as an obstruction Steve ignored the others cries. What he had to say was going to be said without anymore words. This was a lesson Hank desperately needed to learn.

Hank looked back at the hard line of Steve's mouth and the grim look in his eyes as Captain America raised the belt over his shoulder to slap him. "I'm sorry, all right?"

Steve looked over to look Hank in the eyes, and saw that they were already getting somewhere, which gave him hope.

Hank twisted as he saw that righteous determination in Steve's face, "You don't have the right!" He squirmed at the set of Cap's jaw; he had just given him another reason. Hank trembled as he waited for the inevitable.

The belt came down hard on Hank's cheek and he squalled, scrabbling for any purchase he might get to pull himself out from under Steve, his back arching and his scream perhaps louder than it needed to be, more rage and embarrassment than anything as he glanced over at the camera with it's on light flashing.

Hank couldn't scoot his lower half at all due to Steve's legs holding his hips tightly, and with Cap pushing his arm down from behind into the table, he couldn't move his torso, either. He had been made completely helpless before they had begun, just like with Janet. Hank realized belatedly that Steve had most likely planned this out, even to where he was going to push Hank once the spanking started. "Dammit, Steve!"

Steve shook his head to the plea in Hank's eyes, "You know what I want, Hank."

Hank squirmed under both Steve's vice-like grip and the steady swats of his belt, "Men don't do this to each other!"

The belt continued to come down hard, causing Hank's ass cheeks to bounce under it's force. Hank's legs kicked out with each slap as he felt the pain mount. Hank wished with all his might that he could kick up or reach back to block himself, but Steve wasn't allowing him those options.

Hank wailed out as he felt like he was losing himself to the incredible pain that lashed down on his backside, "Fine! You wanted to talk, an apology, you have it! Just not like this!"

Steve's answer was a volley of swats, one cheek then the other.

Hank couldn't help but to clench his sore buttocks now, and that only seemed to make the pain worse, making him feel like there was no way to win here. He screamed out with each slap, looking back to see angry welts showing up on his ass cheeks. "You've proved your point, Steve, your a big tough guy!" Hank's voice warbled as he said this, and he felt tears tugging at the corners of his eyes.

Steve merely shook his head. Hank didn't understand yet, but he would eventually; until then, Steve's arm would not tire.

Hank shook as he cried out at Steve, "What do you want from me? I said I was sorry!"

If anything the swats only became more unbearably painful as Steve slapped his reddened ass harder.

Hank began to shriek pitifully, his voice breaking as he attempted to voice his pain and frustration. Hank had given in to Janet, but that had been different; he loved Janet. Having Steve push him to his breaking point like this was far more humiliating. Fear and pain were going to drive him to give in to a man he hated passionately, and that drove Hank to a whole new depth of shame. Hank looked over at the camera and immediately ducked his head, not wanting the others to see the tears in his eyes. "I'm sorry, alright?"

Steve didn't stop, the belt a blur as it struck Hank's now bright red ass. Steve had a lot of experience reading people, and he could tell that Hank was still trying to placate him, despite his obvious pain.

Hank felt desperate, and considered growing to escape the hold Steve had on him, despite the latent fear he held of fighting Steve on 'equal' terms, given what had happened last time... He looked around at the walls of his prison, knowing that he couldn't try that anyways; this place wasn't big enough, and shrinking wouldn't be an option either, as it would just leave him to getting spanked naked, because he knew Cap wasn't going to quit.

Hank felt small without shrinking, oh how he hated this feeling! The fact that he knew Steve wasn't trying to hurt him, but purposefully humiliating him successfully only increased his angst.

Steve knew how arrogant Hank was, and continued to lay the belt across Hank's squirming rear, which was a brilliant cheery red now from the tops of his thigh to the small of his back. Hank's screams had ceased to be exaggerated and were genuine now. Steve watched the way he jerked involuntarily with each swing and how tears now flooded down Hank's cheeks, despite the fact that he knew Hank wouldn't be wanting him to see that. It wouldn't be long now before Hank gave in.

Hank became a broken record of ''I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." wanting nothing so much as for Steve to stop. He gave himself over to wracking sobs as he thought of how he must look, wailing and twisting in front of Steve on the table, his pants pulled down to his waist. His eyes found the camera watching them and his cries grew louder, as if he could wipe the pain away with tears. He couldn't help but wonder who all might be watching from the other side, the thought of it maddening. "All I wanted to do was serve my country..." he sobbed, his eyes clenched shut as his forehead rested on the table.

Steve raised an eyebrow at Hank; he wasn't sure yet, but the sincerity in Hank's voice caused him to slow the stinging swats and listen, hoping that Hank had finally come to his senses.

Hank shuddered as he spoke, "Yes, I wanted Janet back... I knew I made a mistake with her... I was drinking myself into a stupor when you came to kick the crap out of me because I felt guilt. I didn't know how to make it right... please... stop..."

The belt swings slowed to a stop, and Steve gently lifted Hank to standing, still not letting him go. He pulled the chair up with his other hand and sat in it, pulling the other man down across it before Hank could manage a grunt of surprise. He could tell that Hank had thought he was going to release him by the startled reaction he got when he secured Hank once more for a strapping.

Hank's eyes were wide and wet. He wasn't done hurting him? "W-what are you doing?"

A jolt of pain answered him as the belt came down on him again, reminding him of how much it hurt. Steve looked down at his worried face, "I'm making you more comfortable, we are almost finished. I'm going to make sure you remember this and seek to avoid a repetition."

Hank kicked out but Steve had him just as tightly as before. "No! Please!" He felt the tears renew themselves on his face with the resurgence of his helpless terror. As the belt traced red welts across his tender ass Hank realized that not having the hard desk and it's corners digging into him only made the sharp sting in his rear more acute. He cried out immediately with each swat. "Wait!"

Steve shook his head as his arm worked mercilessly, "No. Drinking yourself into a stupor is not the way to make it up to us. You don't get to pick your punishment. You want to make things right? Then grit your teeth and take yours like a man."

The belt swapped from one cheek to the other, picking up tempo and becoming a blur that caused a red haze of pain in Hank. Hank could hardly think straight, his mouth opened wide as he screamed and writhed around in Steve's implacable grip. He realized he was going to be very chafed after this, and the thought that every time he sat down was going to be a reminder of this nettled him greatly. Eventually Hank's ego began to fade before the wave of burning pain in his ass, and he stopped struggling, jerking with each swat as he mumbled tearfully. "I was wrong... I'm so sorry, I was wrong..."

Steve nodded, as if seeing what he had been looking for. "What are you going to do about it, Hank?"

Hank's breath hitched as he tried to speak through gasps of pain, "I'm.. I'm going to change... really... I'll make it up to her...to all of you... I'm going to try..."

Steve shook his head, "Trying isn't good enough. I expect results."

The belt came down even harder, and Hank's screams echoed through the room as his back arched and he shuddered in Steve's grasp. "Okay! I'm going to change! I swear!" Hank bucked until he didn't have any energy to do so and collapsed in defeat, both physically and mentally, and he gave in to gut-wrenching sobs, pouring his heart out.

Steve felt a little bad for Hank; he had never seen a grown man cry like that, and hadn't realized the simple spanking was going to have such a powerful effect, but he supposed Hank had needed this on many levels for himself. The pace of the strapping lightened somewhat and Steve leaned in, "From now on when I speak to you, your response will be an immediate yes or no sir, understand?"

"Okay..." A sharp slap caused Hank to jump as he cried out, "...yes! Yes, sir!"

Steve nodded. "Good. If you try to give me an excuse instead of a straight answer again, we are going to return to this. You need discipline, so that's what we are going to work on."

Hank's head hugged Steve's leg as he sobbed in defeat, not wanting to look into Steve's eyes as he mumbled. "...Yes, sir."

Steve set the belt aside, taking his time as he pulled Hank's pants back up. His hands were gentle, but the material still caused a sting as they brushed his tender cheeks, and Hank winced.

Hank finally looked up to Steve's hard gaze as he stood. "Will that be all... sir?"

Steve nodded, taking a moment to study Hank before saluting. "You are a great scientist and can be a good person, or Janet wouldn't try so hard with you. Keep it together, and I will be happy to shake your hand and welcome you back to the team, Hank."

Hank stared in surprise at Steve's words, only nodding dumbly and watching as the other man strapped his belt back on then left the room, the door hissing shut behind him loudly. Hank sat down as he thought of what had just happened, gritting his teeth at the pain that brought to his still-sore ass. He stood back up, rubbing his rear thoughtfully. As much as he might have hated what happened, as humiliated and small as he still felt; some part of him had wanted the release of guilt he had just felt, and he couldn't deny that fact.