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It isn't often that I get some free time for myself. My time is currently tightly regimented from sunrise to sunset, alternating between lessons and training. In the month that I've been living in the Avengers’ Tower, I've felt like I've learned a lot. The training is so intensive that I can barely keep my eyes open during dinner and often stumble my way to my room. I'm usually completely out by ten o'clock and sleep deeply the whole night through, until my alarm wakes me up the next morning.
Once a week, though, I'm given the afternoon off. Sometimes, I think that the other superheroes need some time away from me, and I definitely need some time away from them. Since I began my training, I've realised that the current training regime doesn't give me a lot of time to focus on what I need, in particular, those urges that every young man gets. Before I moved to the Avengers’ Tower, I jerked off every day; now I don't have the time. During the first week, I just managed to avoid some embarrassing situations as my cock gets hard when my costume rubs against it if I don't give it attention.
I had been trying to work out a solution to this problem at the end of my first week when Tony Stark had sat me down beside me and had draped an arm over my shoulder.
“You're doing great, kid”, he had said.
I had blushed at his praise, which Tony doesn't give out often.
“Thank you Mr. Stark”, I had replied.
“Here's the thing, Peter”, Tony had continued. “We all need a break. You've been running us ragged all week.”
Around me, the team had shared glances, thinking I wouldn't notice. Of course, I had seen their smirks.
“So tomorrow afternoon if all yours, to do with how you please”, Tony had concluded.
“I can do whatever I want?” I had asked.
“Within reason”, Tony had said quickly, raising an eyebrow at me. “No using powers and no getting into trouble.”
I had pushed out my lower lip in a mock pout, drawing a chuckle from the others. I hadn't really minded the conditions. I had wanted to investigate that secret look that had gone round the group.
It turns out that once you get inside the tower, the superheroes are more lax than you'd expect. Even Tony, who is normally paranoid, lets his guard down. It took me less than half an hour to write a patch that would give me access to the Tower's camera system. A brief peruse of the catalogue over the past week made me realise that not only had Tony installed a camera in my room (which is a breach of my privacy, but I'll let that slip this once), but that camera had the solution to my problems. The big secret that the other superheroes were trying to keep from me? That was the key to getting me through the week.
And so, I began a routine on my afternoon off. I make sure the door is closed and locked. Usually, I don't bother with that type of security – when some of the other residents have super strength, magical powers or superior intelligence, locks seem a bit of a joke – but it would at least tell the other superheroes that I want some time alone. Then, I pull off my clothes and sit in front of my desk, positioned so that the camera in my room can't see what I'm doing. I open my laptop and navigate to a personal, password-protected folder. Inside are the videos from the camera in my room, downloaded from the Avengers' Tower security system.
Currently, there are six unwatched videos currently in the folder – one for each night of the past week. I shiver in anticipation, not knowing what I'm about to see, but expecting that I'll enjoy them. I double click on the first video.