Tony watched as the doctors injected the new identity into is son. His son he thought, finally he found a son, that look like it was made for him.

Peter had everything he looked in a suitable heir for him, he was perfect, just perfect.

In a blink of an eye the doctor was already putting a small Band-Aid covering the small wound.

"It's all done your majesty" the doctor said turning to him "you can take your son home" yes, my son he thought

As soon his son was unhooked from all the machines Tony went forward and lifted peter from the bed, holding the boy close to him. He smiled, in fact he couldn't stop smiling as he carried his new son to the car.

Happy was already inside with the car running, ready for their arrival.

"Let's go home, Happy" Tony said as he lay peter across his lap

"it's finally official then" his driver asked starting his journey.

"It finally is" the king agreed with a smile on his face

"I'm happy for you boss. He is perfect for you"

"he truly is" he said once again agreeing massaging his son curls

As they arrived at the palace despite multiple staff trying to take work off the king. Tony was the one that carried peter to his new room, the room that he had designed himself, the room that existed in Peter's dreams, but he made it real, all for his son, anything for his son.

He changed peter of the hospital clothes into a soft pyjama laying his son under the covers.

He had to force himself to leave the room knowing that when Peter woke up he would have a lot of work in front of him.

That night he slept better than he had in years

When Peter woke up he was scared, despite no one telling him he knew exactly where he was, there was only one place that he could be, the palace.

The door opened and Peter looked in the direction of the sound, Mr. Stark entered carrying a tray with him.

He didn't say anything as he watched the man approach the bed putting down the tray next to him.

"Good morning, Peter" the man said cheerfully "how do you feel?"

"What did you do" he asked with tears growing in his eyes

The man frown reaching forward putting his hand against his forehead "oh, kid, you have a fever" he said in a worried tone, acting like peter didn't even say a word

The man reached bringing the sheets closer to peter covering once again

"stop" he said swatting the man's hand away

"what's the matter Pete?" Mr. Stark asked clueless

"stop acting like this is normal" peter said furiously wincing at the pain in his throat

"this is normal, a father taking care of his sick son"

"you're not my father" peter said in a disgusted tone

Tony let out an exasperated breath "it's OK, son." he said patting Peter's knee through the bedsheets "you're still confused, you'll get it in time"

Peter looked at the man shocked, he thought that Mr. Stark would be furious and yell at him, or even hit him for that comment, but he did nothing, he just brushed it aside

"right now let's focus on you getting better" Mr. Stark said grabbing the tray and putting on Peter's lap "we have all the good stuff for you to get better, so be sure to eat"

After delivering the meal peter looked as the man left the room, leaving him alone. Peter looked at the food, nothing too heavy just a bowl of soup and some fruits on the side.

Peter wanted nothing more than to throw the tray against the wall and scream at the injustice that he was suffering, but he couldn't do it not when he spent all his life suffering from hunger, not when his aunt and all his friends were probably wishing for their next meal, he couldn't do it, he wouldn't do it.

Slowly he took the spoon to his mouth feeling the soothing feeling that the hot soup spread across his throat, he ate it all, falling asleep right after.

From the next few days were the same as Peter recovered, he was bedridden from the nasty sickness that he caught from being so much time in the cold and rain. He felt awful so much that he knew that if he would be back home, the lack of food and meds he would probably not survive. He tried not think about it.

To make matters worse he wasn't given any crutches for his ankle, so he had to rely on Mr. Stark to go to the bathroom or take a shower, that were the only time that he was allowed to be off the bed.

As he recovered he was left sitting in the middle of luxury, Peter could only reflect how had his life changed, all because of one paper.

Although he got better his location didn't change, he wasn't aloud out of the room, the door always remained locked.

He thought of the night he had tried to escape, he had been so sure he could have made it back to section two he didn't even put on the table the chance of failure, but he did fail, and now he didn't know how to process that.

He was afraid, in all honesty, it had passed months since he arrived from the selection, months since he saw aunt May. He was afraid, his aunt had started to become a distant memory, sometime he wasn't really sure if he remembered the sound of her voice. He didn't even got the chance to say goodbye.

He cried a lot, he screamed every time that Tony entered the room, but no matter how loud Peter screamed how hard he cried Tony never raised a hand at him, never yelled back. Deep down Peter hated that he didn't, he wanted to have even more reason to hate him.

But he didn't, he fed him, gave him the medicine and no matter how peter hated him, he hugged him when he cried muttering sweet words in his ears

As time passed Peter was left alone more often, the only person he saw was Mr. Stark when he brought him a meal, he had no other contact just Mr. Stark.

After a while, when he came he always had a proposition to Peter "do you want to have dinner with me?" he always asked which Peter usually responded by screaming or throwing stuff at the king

Sometimes in the middle of the day Mr. Stark came to his room with another proposition "do you want to come to the lab with me?" which Peter always ignore turning his body away from the door from where he laid.

That went on for weeks, Peter being stuck in a room with only his captor to keep him the rare company. In other words Peter was going insane sitting there, waiting for nothing.

He was getting more desperate each day it passed until a day he finally caved in and said 'yes'.

Mr. Stark beamed in happiness as soon the words came out of his mouth like Peter had said the most magnificent words he ever heard.

Mr.stark opened the door gesturing for Peter to follow him. They stopped at a dinner table already prepared for two people, like the king knew that Peter would say yes. Peter wondered if he always prepared the table for two only to eat alone when Peter denied his company.

Peter sat down in one of the seats to which Mr. Stark was quick to serve him the food. They ate in silence, but Peter was just happy to get out of the room and look at something that weren't that same four walls.

He hated to admit, but the meal ended faster than he liked, so fast that he was already dreading going back to the four same walls that seemed to shrink every day it passed.

Mr. Stark seemed to sense that and threw another proposition "do you want to go to the lab with me, kid?" the king asked. Peter was ashamed to watch he did next, but if he refused he would have to go back to the suffocating room, and he couldn't do it, he just couldn't.

He wasn't brave enough to mutter the words, so he just nodded silently his head, his eyes never left the plate.

When he went back to his room at night, he finally slept a full night. The activities of the day had been enough to tired him.

The next day Tony didn't even bother to ask, he just opened the door announcing it was lunchtime, Peter didn't object.

Weeks had passed and Peter's and Tony's relationship was starting to heal, Peter knew that it was wrong, it was sickening, in fact.

The man that he was laughing and being best buddies with, was the same man that separated him from his aunt, he was his captor. But at the same time Mr. Stark was the only person that cares about him at the moment.

Peter forced himself to forget about the past, and focused on his future. Tony had told him before, it was his destiny, he was meant for great things. Maybe he would do more in section one that he would be back in section two.

But he still couldn't help but think about his aunt. In his mind she was happier, she would have more money without having to feed him, she was not having to go to bed hungry, she probably let go of her second job, he was in a better place and so his aunt.

Besides what good he would do going back home, back to burdening his aunt one more time, no he wouldn't do that, it was better the way it was.

Peter was a lot happier, and Tony noticed that too, smiling at his son that finally had except his place next to him.

Time went on, until Tony broke the news to Peter, it was time to tell the people who their new prince was. Peter had not been happy hearing those words, he was happy like things were right now, but he would do it for his father, anything for his father.

Peter smiled, when he opened his eyes

He could see a crowd of people in front of him, next to him was his father looking at him proudly.

"All hail prince Peter Stark" someone yelled out as a small crown was placed on top of his head.

"All hail prince Peter stark"

Peter smiled, but one could wonder if that smiled had been real, if behind the boy's eyes lay a deeper wish that had been pushed down. No one would question, not even the boy himself.