Hey, this is an updated version of my previous fic of the same name. I reread it and made several changes here and there, the next chapters will be posted in the next couple of days. Thank you, I hope you enjoy it.

-Empty Fridges

"I think you've done enough."

Peter's stomach dropped at his mentor's words the disappointment in his voice making him wince. Knowing the ferry and its passengers were in good hands he made his way back towards Queens despondently stopping to watch the aftermath from the roof of a nearby building. He could feel a lump in his throat as he watched emergency services arrive, his guilt only increased, what if someone was in trouble somewhere else in the city and the emergency services took too long to arrive because Peter's actions made so many go the ferry terminal? What if someone was hurt on the ferry and then someone died because an ambulance couldn't get to them in time? He couldn't have even more blood on his hands…not after Uncle Ben. He was Spiderman he was supposed to help but all he had done was ruin everything.

After about half an hour of sitting deep in his own thoughts with his legs swinging over the ledge he was perched on Karen interrupted.

"Incoming call Peter." He ignored her and simply listened to it ring, he wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone and he would probably end up crying if he did. He let it ring out as he watched Iron Man fly away back towards Avengers Tower. Iron Man, now that was a real hero and Peter had let him down, he was sure Mr Stark regretted letting an idiot like him go to Berlin and that made him feel impossibly more wretched than he already did. As soon as the call faded out however a notification appeared in front of his eyes that he had received a message. He opened it already mentally searching for a reason to give his Aunt May for being late for dinner, again.

His blood ran cold as he looked at the message however and immediately considered ignoring it if not the one that came through at that moment.

Get to the tower. It's time we had a talk.

Was followed by a slightly more terrifying…

If you ever let my call ring out again Peter so help me God…

Even though they came through as being from an unknown number there was only one-man Peter knew who owned a tower. Knowing there was little point dawdling he leapt from the building quickly swinging towards the tower which dominated the skyline. Dropping down outside the front doors he gulped looking up at the imposing building unsure what type of talk Mr Stark was wanting with him. Would he take away his suit? Would he be arrested? Realising he had been stationary outside for a good minute Peter took a deep breath and stepped inside.

He let out an involuntary gasp as he stepped inside, he had never been to Avenger's Tower before and he was positive it was the coolest place ever, although rather intimidating he had to admit, not that it mattered he doubted he would ever be allowed back after his talk with Mr Stark anyway. He made his way towards the welcome desk garnering strange looks from the business men and women currently leaving for the day, after all, how often does Spiderman walk around office buildings? As he opened his mouth to ask the lady behind said desk where he should go a hand landed heavily on his shoulder. Jumping in fright Peter looked up to see Happy peering down at him with what appeared to be…pity? Peter allowed himself to be steered towards an elevator Happy opened with words said far too quietly for him to hear, the man propelled him inside and the elevator began moving without a prompt.

Peter began shuffling nervously from foot to foot staring at the boots of his suit knowing Mr Stark was probably waiting at the top for him. Far too quickly for Peter's liking the doors opened once again and he found himself in what appeared to be a living room, taking a step into the room his eyes quickly found Mr Stark before dropping to the floor once again.

"Thank you Happy, you can leave him with me now. And text his Aunt tell her he has internship work and will be dropped home tomorrow." The man ordered, Peter opened his mouth to protest but one look into Mr Stark's furious eyes makes him reconsider. Peter hears rather than sees Happy leave, too afraid to look up from the floor.

"Come here."

Startled Peter's head shot up and he nervously made his way towards Mr Stark. The man's hand moved faster than Peter expected and removed his mask with one movement.

"FRIDAY scan for injuries." At the man's words Peter once again opened his mouth to protest but once again a single stern look makes him swallow it down. As soon as FRIDAY declared him injury free Mr Stark turned and walked through a door motioning Peter to follow. He swallowed nervously before scampering after the man worried about where he was headed.

He looked around the office they now appear to be in briefly before Mr Stark began talking.

"I tell you to stay away from this, instead, you hacked a multimillion-dollar suit, so you could sneak around behind my back, doing the one thing I told you not to do."

"Is everyone okay?" Peter asked without looking into his eyes.

"Not thanks to you."

Suddenly furious, Peter straightened his back and using a tone he would never have dared to in front of Aunt May or god forbid Uncle Ben who would definitely have swatted him for it spat back.

"No thanks to me? Those weapons were out there, and I tried to tell you about it, but you didn't listen. None of this would've happened if you had just listened to me!" His voice cracks halfway through but he refuses to look away from the furious man before him.

"I did listen, kid," insisted the billionaire, with an expression that reminded him of the one Uncle Ben sported every time a huge reprimand was coming. "Who do you think called the FBI, huh?" he continued with an icy voice. "Do you know I was the only one who believed in you? Everyone else said I was crazy to recruit a fourteen-year-old kid."

"I'm fifteen," Peter said, and immediately regretted interrupting him for something so trivial as the man's eyes darkened.

"No, this is where you zip it! All right?" replied Mr. Stark, raising his voice, "the adult is talking! What if somebody had died tonight? Different story, right? Because that's on you! And if you die… I feel like that's on me. I don't need that on my conscience."

"Yes, sir," Peter tried, "I'm sorry, I understand-"

"Sorry doesn't cut it."

"I know," he insisted defeated, "I just wanted to be like you."

"And I wanted you to be better."

Mr. Stark looked at him with an expression of utter disappointment that made Peter's stomach flip unpleasantly. He hadn't felt this awful in a long time, then again, he hadn't done anything this reckless before either.

"Okay, it's not working out," the man spoke decisively, "I'm going to need the suit back."

"For how long?" Peter asked with growing nervousness as he felt his palms begin to sweat.

"For however long it takes for you to learn." The older man practically growls down at him. "You, young man are going to be punished for what you have done today, this cannot happen again. Do you hear me?"

Peter nods.

"A verbal answer please."

"y-yes sir."

Mr Stark grabbed Peter's shoulder tightly but not enough to hurt and forcibly moves the teenager to the corner of the room. A small protest leaves Peter's lips but a quick swat to his ass stops anything else.

"You are to stand here, hands on your head, not moving, not speaking and you will think about your actions this afternoon Peter." Mr Stark ordered as he let go of his shoulder.

Doing as he is told Peter stares at the two blank cream walls of the room fuming at the childish punishment. He considered ignoring the man's instructions but the surprise of the swat is enough to give him an idea of what is to come. The swat did not hurt, it was more the shock of it that stopped his protests, in fact Peter did not think a spanking would really hurt him at all due to his enhanced abilities. A small grin twitched at his lips at the thought being careful not to let Mr Stark see.

He can hear the man behind his desk opening drawers and fiddling with something and begins to move his legs restlessly after about five minutes.

"I told you to remain still."

The voice carries across the room and Peter immediately ceases moving with a small huff of annoyance. After what he guesses is another five minutes the man seems to finish whatever he was doing and Peter hears him stand up.

"Come here, Peter and put the suit on the desk." The man says almost wearily.

The boy turns and immediately pales looking at the man's hand which is now covered with one of his Iron Man gauntlets sans repulser. His legs freeze and Peter's stomach drops as he realised Mr Stark was also aware a normal spanking would not affect him. He doubted he'd be able to move even if he wanted to he was so petrified.

"Peter Benjamin Parker! Do not make me start to count!" The man threatens which it turns out is enough to make his legs work again as he scurries over to him. He quickly removes the suit blushing as he throws it down on the desk leaving him in only his boxer shorts and socks. A raised eyebrow is enough to make him grab it up again and fold it neatly before placing it back down on the desk. He gains an approving nod for his efforts and took a step towards Mr Stark shivering, although he is unsure whether that is nerves or the cold.

The man wordlessly passes him an SI t-shirt which he pulled over his head gratefully surprised by the warmth it provided him, but it did nothing to stop the shivering…definitely not the cold then.

"Over my lap."

He pales further but does as he is told draping himself over his mentor's knees, face flaming. The man wastes no time in baring Peter's bum and he makes a noise of protest, but the first smack shuts him up quickly. Who knew it was even possible for a smack to hurt that much?

"Why are you in this position Peter?"

Really? Really? He thinks to himself. He knows why I am in this position he put me in it!

*smack*

Peter is startled back to reality sharply as he is spanked yet again to encourage an answer.

"Because I got involved after you told me to forget about it"

"And what else Peter?" The man asks as he continues raining smacks all over his bum.

"I took the tracker out my suit."

"Any why is that unacceptable Peter?"

"B-because you want to know where the suit is?" He questions.

*smack*

A much harder swat than the others causes him to wince sharply.

"Because I want to know where YOU are Peter! I want to know if you need help! I saw the ferry on the news." He scolds. "You. Could. Have. Died. Peter." He smacks him harshly at each word turning his ass from a pale pink to dusty red.

Peter's lip trembles as he tries to hold back whimpers but is unable to stop the tears running down his cheeks. He grips Mr Starks pant leg tightly in his hands willing for his punishment to be over soon. He would end up sobbing like a baby otherwise.

Tony felt the boy grab the material his heart clenching as he heard soft gasps as he continued spanking him. Soon the gasps became sobs as he turned the boy's entire bum red.

"I'm sorry! I'm s-s-sorry!" Peter wailed between his tears, voice hitching. "I'll never misbehave again!" He declared sobbing as he let himself go limp over the man's lap. "Stop, please I've learned my lesson."

"Nearly there" Tony murmurs steeling himself to finish as he raised his knee slightly. He needed this to stick in the teen's mind after all.

*Smack* *Smack* *Smack* *Smack* *Smack* *Smack* *Smack* *Smack*

He brought his hand down hard on the boys sit spots ensuring he will be feeling this spanking for the next few hours. With that done he gently pulls the boy's boxers back up and rubs his back to try and soothe him. He helps the boys stand and places him between his knees facing him.

Peter bonelessly falls into Tony's arms taking the older man aback as the teen throws his arms around him sobbing into his shoulder. "I'm sorry! I just wanted to be like you and now you h-h-hate me" the teen sobbed uncontrollably.

"Hey, hey no. I could never hate you Peter" Tony reassured him hugging him tightly. "But never scare me like that again buddy, okay? I could have lost you."

Peter nodded into the man's chest as his sobs slowly turn into hiccups wishing he could stay cuddled up to Mr Stark like this forever. He feels safe here. Safe and loved, just like he does with May.

Tony soon noticed Peter's breathing even out and gently picked up the dozing boy shushing him as he tried to protest. He carried him back through the living room and into the spare bedroom beside his own. Gently peeling back the covers he placed the snoozing boy down on his front fondly combing his curly hair with his fingers.

"You'll be the death of me kid, sleep well" He whispered as he left the boy to sleep, tear tracks still clear on his young face.