Dark!Tony is sick of everyone doing whatever he says out of fear there no enjoyment if theres nothing to punish. Cue Intern!Peter not realising who he is and talks back /refuses to tie Tony's shoelace and Tony realises the opportunity being handed to him on a platter (maybe even Peter being a kinky little bugger and knowing exactly who and what he was doing)
Tony was having a shit day. He’d ordered a custom piece of tech over two days ago, and the company spokesperson was being an absolute idiot over the phone, giving him half-assed excuses and overused apologies as to why his order wasn’t at his front door yet.
Two days. It was fucking ridiculous.
He hung up on the hold line for the third time in the past hour, mostly calling just to rile up the company’s employees than for anything productive. His chair was comfortable, his office was large, the view was spectacular, and he was fucking pissed.
Tony leaned forward and hit the intercom on his desk. Someone answered within the second.
“Yes, Mr. Stark?”
Tony cringed at the false politeness in her voice. “Send an intern up here, now.”
“Yes, of course Mr.-”
Tony hung up before she could finish her sentence. As was expected, an intern stepped out of the elevator under a minute later.
