Peter

I was laying on the floor, staring at the ceiling. It's all I do nowadays. Tony took away my suit and my powers with this mutant block bracelet I was forced to wear. If I tried to get it off I would get small electric shocks that would build up if I didn't stop. And of course Tony would get notified by it so we'd have a one-way conversation where he yells at me and I stay silent and listen. The door to my bedroom wasn't locked. However sometimes it felt like it. I couldn't leave my room without either having to see him or being accompanied by one of his drones. Once I destroyed one of them because I was tired of Tony's bullshit. That....that was not a nice week. I felt powerless. Partly because I was but also because it didn't matter what I said. I still had to be here with him. The only time I'd actually leave my room was for dinner which Tony insisted we had together so we could talk about our day. All my other meals I had delivered to my room. Sometimes Tony would knock on my door, forcing me to leave so we could have some "father and son" time. I always hated it. Not because we did anything boring. No, Tony actually knew what activities that normally were fun to do. Like watching Star Wars, go and play some sport, work on something in his lab, get me a new lego set. Normally those were my favorite things to do. But nothing's been normal for 3 years.

"Peter your father is requesting your presence at the dinner table" Friday spoke.

I sighed deeply and got up from the floor, still wearing my PJs and looking like a mess. I didn't even think about making myself look presentable. Instead I just walked out of my room, immediately getting followed by an Ultron bot. When I got to the dining room Tony was already sitting by the table in is armor with blue lights coming from a few different places. He looked up and smiled as he saw me. I didn't smile back. Instead I pulled out a chair and sat down and waited for the food to arrive.

"Only took you 108 seconds to get here? Eager to see me?" Tony asked.

I just ignored him. Which wasn't a very smart move but talking to him mostly hurt. He looked and sounded exactly like my dad. But he wasn't.

"Peter" he said seriously when I didn't answer him.

"I'm just hungry" I answered.

"Good. I asked the Ultron's to make your favorite. I've got something very important to talk to you about" Tony said and with a small wave two bots flew inside with our food.

It was larb. It looked and tasted exactly like the one they made at the Thai place I used to go to with my aunt. She died a long time ago. Dad was the one who helped me move forward. Meanwhile Tony is dragging me backwards. I held in a sigh before I started eating.

"Both Canda and Mexico were very pleased with the Ultron bots and I'm gonna become the permanent president of both. I'd like you to be there for the ceremony"

"Yeah I love worshiping your tyranny" I said sarcastically.

"Oh Peter don't start. It's not tyranny. They all agreed that it'd be safer to let me be in charge so that I could protect everyone better in case we get invaded"

"You keep telling me that as if I'm actually supposed to believe that they willingly gave up their freedom. I hope the avengers come back soon"

This is not gonna end well.

"You take that back young man or...."

"Or what? You'll kill me?" I asked almost a little hopeful.

"You know I'd never hurt you"

"Yet you continue being a huge dickhead to an entire continent" I said.

"How dare you say that!? I am your father" Tony said angrily.

"No you're not!!" I snapped and stood up, slamming my fist into the table. "You're not my father. He died 3 years ago when you took over his body" I said holding in my tears.

It was true. I had told myself for 3 years now that my dad was still there...just deep in. But it was all a lie. Dad would never have allowed Tony to put me through this torture, to start concurring the earth, destroying everyone that stood in his way.

"Alright....I've been patient enough" Tony says and stands up before he walks over towards me.

I follow his every movement with my eyes. What was weird was that he didn't seem angry. Which was also a bit worrisome. Tony being calm when he should be angry was never a good thing.

"I've been tempted to put a chip in your neck to male you more obedient" he says when he's right next to me

I gulp but keep looking at his ice-blue eyes.

"But that's pretty boring and to be honest....the people I've tried it on has become the most boring people I know.....however....I think we can compromise a little" he smirked

Why can't I ever shut my big mouth?