Peter sat on the bed, wondering what he was supposed to do now. Was he supposed to go find Brock? Was he allowed to go back to his room? Would someone come find him?
He unzipped his pants. He could be quick. He reached in his boxers and gripped his cock tightly. He sighed, thinking of Tony. He was ashamed but he wanted to get rid of his erection before anymore saw him, and thinking about baseball just wasn't going to cut it this time.
Peter's thoughts wandered as he touched himself, thinking about Tony, then Brock, then Bucky. He wondered what it would feel like if it was Bucky's metal arm that was touching him…
Daddy, Tony had made Peter call him Daddy. Peter liked that. He couldn't understand why.
He imagined sitting on Daddy's -Tony's- lap as Tony stroked him gently. Maybe Tony would kiss his neck. Maybe Peter would feel Tony's excitement against his rear.
"Mmm…"
Peter laid back on the bed and fell asleep.
Peter only woke up when he heard Jarvis over the intercom, demanding everyone went to the cafeteria for breakfast. He wished he could shower first, but he wasn't sure if he was allowed so he just went down and found the cafeteria.
On his way he ran into Wanda. "How are you feeling?" she asked.
"I'm okay," Peter said. He didn't feel particularly bad. Embarrassed, tired. Wanda and Pietro were twins, around the same age he was. Sovokian accents.
"It gets worse," Wanda warned.
"Great," Peter said. "I look forward to it."
He wondered why she would stay here if it was so bad. Sure, you had to be in dire circumstances to come here looking for a job, but after working for a while, he had assumed he would make enough money that he would have other options.
There was a table set for six, but Brock never ate with them.
Wanda sat down next to Pietro and Peter sat next to her. They spoke amongst themselves in Sokovian. Bucky sat silently eating but not moving otherwise. Scott smiled at Peter. "Sorry, it's not a very social group," Scott said. "How'd you sleep?"
"Fine," Peter said. "So, umm… What do we do here when we're not… you know?"
"You know?" Wanda asked.
"You know like…" Peter shrugged. "Sex things."
"Do you even know what sex things are?" Pietro asked, smirking.
Peter blushed.
"So how big is Tony? I've always been wondering," Scott said.
"Uh…" Peter said.
"Don't tell him, Peter. We all know except Scott," Wanda said.
"You've all slept with Tony?" Peter asked. He was slightly disappointed, but he wasn't sure why.
"Just a couple times," Wanda said.
"Just a couple dozen times," Pietro said.
"A lot," Bucky said, with his mouthful.
"How was it?" Peter asked.
"Mediocre," Wanda said.
"Six out of ten," Pietro said.
Bucky continued eating and didn't react visibly.
"So, not that big," Scott said.
"Like this big," Peter said, showing him with his hands.
"Huh," Scott said.
JARVIS spoke over the intercom again, "Peter Parker, you're wanted in Rumlow's office after breakfast."
"Me?" Peter asked.
"Yes, you," Wanda said. "And it can't be good."
Bucky's face fell at this.
"Am I in trouble?" Peter asked.
Wanda shrugged.
Peter finished up his breakfast quickly, wanting to get his meeting with Brock over as soon as he could. He wasn't exactly good at the waiting game. He knocked on the door to Brock's office.
"Come in, Peter. Have a seat."
Peter sat nervously. Brock turned around in his swivel chair like the bad guy from Inspector Gadget or some shit.
"You had your first client last night," Brock said.
"Yes," Peter said, wondering if there was a question in there.
"How was it?"
"Fine," Peter said. He wasn't really sure what he was supposed to say. I had a great time?
"What happened?" Brock asked.
"I'm sorry?" Peter asked.
"What happened. Details Peter. You were with Tony for three minutes, there shouldn't be that much ground to cover."
"Uh…" Peter didn't want to say but Brock was looking at him sternly and there wasn't anyway he could see getting out of this conversation. "I umm… gave him a blowjob."
"A blowjob," Brock repeated.
"Yes, that's what I said," Peter said.
"Hmm."
"Can I go now?"
"Mr Stark left you a tip," Rumlow continued, handing Peter several wads of bills. "It's five-hundred large."
"Large? What does that mean?"
"Five-hundred thousand dollars, Peter."
"Whoa. Really?"
"Yes. He must have been especially fond of you," Brock said. "I can't help but wonder why."
"Is it because I'm just really adorable?" Peter asked.
"I was thinking about something yesterday, Peter. When Tony asked you to call him Daddy, I like that. You should call me that," Rumlow said.
"Yes, Daddy," Peter said.
"Go get yourself cleaned up, Peter. Clean shaved. Everywhere. We've got a group coming in tonight."
"A group?"
"Yes, a group of soldiers. Needless to say they're going to be… enthusiastic, if you catch my drift."
"Yes, sir."
"Yes, Daddy," Brock scolded.
"Yes, Daddy," Peter said.
"And don't forget that name again," Rumlow said. "I won't correct you so kindly the next time.'
"Yes, Daddy," Peter repeated, as soon as the door to Brock's office closed behind him he sprinted, wanting to get the hell out of there.