#Alpha!Steve rogers x Omega!reader

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Bygone

Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader

Synopsis: You had spent years as an experiment. A test subject for the very force you had once fought against. Now you're free, reunited with the man you grew up with, your Alpha, Steve Rogers. Only one hundred years of trauma and a broken bond hold you back.

(A/N: This will be a heavy story, full warning. It will be dealing with trauma, PTSD and SA. It is linked to my other story, Anachronism but you don't have to read that to understand this fic. Lottie is the reader from Anachronism. The reader in this story is a super soldier. )

1945 

Your wrists ached from the restraints digging into your skin. The cold steel table beneath you sent a shiver down your spine, but it wasn’t from the temperature - it was from the sheer, suffocating sense of wrongness that filled the air. 

Hydra had you. 

You didn’t remember how long it had been since the ambush. Days? Weeks? The only thing you knew was that they had kept you drugged, disorientated. Every time you fought back, they’d restrain you tighter. 

But none of that mattered. None of it compared to the one thought racing through your head. 

Steve would come for you. 

He always did, always had. You could ensure this - endure anything- because Steve would come. 

The heavy concrete doors creaked open. 

Dr Reinhardt, a young beta man, entered the room. You knew about him from the reports, he was an assistant of Dr Zola, a Hydra scientist and researcher. He wore a smug, snake-like expression he always wore, that glint of his glasses reflecting the dim light above you. Behind him, two hydra soldiers flanked the door, standing stiffly like statues. 

You lifted your head as much as you could, your glare sharp despite the exhaustion dragging you down They hadn’t fed you much and sleep was only a few short moments before your system shocked you awake. 

“Hope you enjoyed your last breath, Doc,” You rasped out, “Cause Steve’s coming, and when he does, he’ll- 

Reinhardt chuckled, “Ah, Fraulein, always so certain, so full of fight,” 

He stepped closer, pressing gloved fingers to your pulse point as if assessing your vitals. You flinched away from him, but the restraints holding your head in place made it hard to move. 

“It is a shame, truly. That fight could have served you well,” 

You jerked against the restraints, trying to kick at him, “When Steve gets here, you won’t have time to run-” 

Reinhardt’s smug look stayed on his face as he simply tilted his head, his following words turning your blood to ice. 

“Steve Rogers is dead,” 

Your breath stilled before you started to pull at the restraints, “You’re lying,” 

The scientist pulled a news paper from under his arm, flipping it open and revealing the front page. A photograph of Steve in his Captain America uniform, the headlines making your throat swell. 

“No..,” Your voice came out as barely a whisper, instincts flaring, “No.., I can still feel him!” 

“He sacrificed himself to stop Schmidt,” The doctor chuckled, “Quite heroic, don’t you think? But tragically pointless,” 

You could barely breathe. 

Steve was gone. 

Maybe it was because you had never actually bonded with Steve, but you still felt him, deep down. It was small, but it was there. 

“You have lost your bondmate, but you need not lose everything else,” Reinhardt chuckled, his snake-like eyes staring at you, “You see, I have great plans for you, Fraulein, you will be the first of many,” 

You barely had time to register his words before he gestured to one of the soldiers. A syringe was placed into his palm, filled with an ominous, light blue coloured liquid. Reinhardt stepped forward and you began to thrash. 

“Don’t you dare-” 

“Don’t you worry, my dear. This is not the same as what was given to your sweet Captain America, I have added my own genius,” 

The cold bite of the needle pierced the skin on your neck before you could scream. The next moments- 

Pain. 

Searing, burning pain. 

You’re body convulsed as you arched off the table, a strangled cry ripping from your throat. Every nerve in your body ignited, blood turning to fire as the serum began to surge through your veins. 

Through the blinding agony, the doctor leaned close, whispering the last thing she heard before the world turned back. 

“Hail Hydra,” 

It’s cold, like it always is. 

Coming out cryo has that first few minutes of blindness, where your sight is trying to wake from the slumber. Your joints are rigid, your breath hitting you as you slump out of the cryo chamber and against the cold, concrete floor of the base. The handlers weren’t nice after all, they’d drag you to where they’d need you. 

But it’s the smell that hits you before your eyesight returns. 

Warm, like fresh apple pie that’s come out of the oven. The scent is mixed with fireworks and something like fresh cotton. It’s a scent you know well, backed up by the light scent of musk and pine that makes you feel suddenly comfortable.  

When your eyesight returns, you scramble back into the wall near the cryo chamber. This wasn’t real, you were hallucinating, something that the handlers had given you no doubt. They were cruel, it wouldn’t be beyond them to do something like this. 

“You’re not real,” You cry out, “You’re not real!” 

“We’re real,” The deep voice almost makes you want to cry, eyes squeezing shut as you shake your head. 

It’s not real. 

“Open your eyes,” The voice is soft, deep and warm, “We’re real, dove,” 

The nickname makes you slowly open your eyes, hair wet from the cryo chamber and sticking to your face. Two men are stood in front of you, the red and blue shield the first thing your eyes focus in on. The next thing is their faces, wore from time but there still the faces of the men you grow up with. 

Bucky, older but unmistakably the same, his expression hard but soft when his eyes met hers. And Steve, standing behind him, his face frozen in a mask of disbelief.

“S-steve?” You whimpered out, “B-bucky..?” 

A weakness sets into your bones, limbs shaking as you let out a wheeze. Bucky is in the one that steps forward first, gathering you up while Steve stares at you in shock, his blue eyes holding confliction as he watches you. 

“She needs medical attention,” Bucky’s voice is starting to sound drowned out. 

“What’s wrong with her?” Steve asks. 

That’s all you hear before you pass out, darkness consuming you again. 

— 

It’s clinical, the place you wake up in. 

It’s bright, your senses violated by anti-septic, alcohol and metal. You quickly sit up with a shock, panting as you look around the space. It’s not Hydra, it’s not a hospital, it’s fancy med bay with hologram screens and people all dressed in white. 

The first thing that invades your senses is a smell that’s utterly alpha. 

Your system floods with panic, like an instinctual reaction. There’s a doctor beside you, his hand reaches out and touches your arm, that’s when you fly to life. 

You’re out of bed in minutes, lunging at the alpha. He lets out a girlish scream as you tackle him to the floor, grabbing the thing closest to you to swing at him. Only something wraps around your wrist and you get sent flying back into the wall. 

“Calm down, Crazy Lady,” 

The woman that greets you looks oddly familiar, but you can’t place who she looks like. She’s dressed in a doctor's coat, blue button-up up, and black slacks. Her hair is an inky black, pulled back in a messy bun. She smells like an omega, letting you relax the tiniest bit. 

“Hello, my name is Dr. Tanya Stark,” She greets you, “How are you feeling?” 

You stare at her before clearing your throat, “Stark..?” 

“You probably knew my father, Howard Stark,” Tanya nods, “You’re very malnourished, you’ll be spending a few days with IV infusions and on oxygen,” 

Your fingers fly to your face, where an oxygen tube is sitting below your nose. You also noticed the IV’s in your arms and monitors connected to your chest. Maybe you’d have been scared of needles once upon a time, but after all the years being the test subject of Hydra’s experiments, you’re just.. Numb. 

“I need to ask,” Tanya questions, “When was the last time you remember waking up?” 

Your answer comes out as a cough, “2014,” 

She nods, “Well, it’s 2025 now,” 

Nothing phases you anymore. 

Tanya lets out a sigh before turning and returning to her work. 

You stay in the med bay for five days, Tanya your only source of connection in this place. It’s not cold, thankfully, the nurses bring you warm blankets at night and your allowed to read up on all the changes that have happened in the world. The only people who come near you are omegas, something spoken by Tanya about not overwhelming your system. 

On the sixth day, two men arrive at your room door. 

Their scent is engraved into your memory, fireworks, fresh linen, and apple pie accompanied by musk and pine. 

It’s Steve and Bucky. 

The first time you met Steve and Bucky, you were eight years old, standing barefoot on the cracked pavement of a Brooklyn street in the middle of summer. The sun beat down on the city, heat shimmering off the asphalt, and the scent of hot bread and sugar from the nearby bakery filled the air. 

You had just moved to the neighborhood with your father, a rough-around-the-edges alpha trying to start fresh after losing his mate, your mother. You didn’t know anyone and you weren’t sure you wanted to. Being omega meant being careful, even as a child. 

But that day, two boys caught your attention. 

The first one was small, thin as a rail with golden hair, and a determined look in his blue eyes. His clothes were a little worn, his shoes scuffed but he carried himself with stubborn confidence The second boy, taller and stronger looking, stood at his side with a cocky grin and looseness in his stance. 

The smaller one smelt like apple pie fresh out of the oven, warm and comforting with just a hint of cinnamon. It wasn’t overpowering, but it made your stomach rumble and filled your chest with a strange sense of familiarity. The taller one smelled like pine, fresh and sharp, like the kind of deep forest you had only ever seen in books. It was grounding, making you feel steady. 

That was the day you had made the most unlikely friendship with two young alphas. 

Something stirs in you and it just makes you feel sick again, knees pulled to your chest as your filled with a warm feeling that only provides discomfort. It’s the scent of Steve that’s making you feel like this, your emotions conflicting with your instincts. 

“Hey, Dove..,” Steve whispers as he walks into the room, Bucky close behind him. 

You don’t say anything. 

“Do you remember who we are?” Bucky’s deeper voice comes out next. 

That makes you let out an exhausted laugh, tears beginning to form in your eyes. 

“Do I remember you? Yes, I remember Steven Grant Rogers and James Buchanan Barnes, the two alphas I grew up with in Brooklyn, your moms used to get together every afternoon to listen to the latest episode of their radio shows while we played in the street,” It almost made you sob, “And I remember everything, from Bucky’s first horrible date with the beta girl that lived the floor below me, the day Steve had an asthma attack when we snuck onto the rooftop of the local bakery and..,” 

Steve and Bucky are silent. 

“I remember everything,” You cried, “I remember…everything,” 

Everything. Absolutely every moment of horror from the past one hundred years. 

“I’m not who you remember," You said, your voice hoarse. you couldn’t look at Steve.

Not yet. Not while the memories were still too vivid—the cold metal tables, the needles that dug too deep, the experiments that never stopped.

"We’re not the same either," Bucky replied quietly. "But we’re here now, You’re not alone anymore."

The words felt foreign to you, though they came from the lips of someone you had once trusted with your life. You felt your walls go up instinctively. Trust was a luxury you couldn’t afford, not after everything Hydra had done to you—everything they had put you through.

Steve was standing next to you up until now, his presence overwhelming. You could feel the pull of the bond, stronger than ever, but it felt suffocating. The knot in your chest tightened, and you took a step back, not daring to look at him. 

"Don’t," You whispered. "Don’t make this harder than it already is."

"You don’t have to face this alone," Steve said, his voice gentle but persistent. "Whatever happened—whatever they did to you—we’ll face it together. I’m sorry I didn’t acknowledge the bond-”

The mention of the bond makes your mouth taste sour.

“The bond?” You hissed, “You think I care about the bond that you’ve ignored it our whole life?!” 

Steve doesn’t know what to say and Bucky remains silent, stoic. 

“You might as well have rejected me!” You cried, “I’m so stupid. I waited years for you. I thought—”

You choke on the words, the pain raw and real.

Steve reaches out, but you flinch away. He's closer now, his presence like static in the air. His scent is so strong, something you craved to smell all those years in captivity but now taste like ash in your throat.

The sour, burning smell of your scent is flooding the room and it’s putting the two alphas on edge.

Steve’s eyes are pleading. “Please. We can fix this. We can still—”

“You don’t get it,” you cut him off, desperation leaking through your resolve. “The bond was all I had left. And they used it to break me.”

A shudder runs through you, and you turn away before he can see the hurt in your eyes. Hydra had tested it immediately, you don’t know how but they knew you had found your scent match.

The machine beside you starts beeping and both super soldiers jump in surprise as Tanya comes rushing in. For an omega, she’s determined, slapping her hand in the air and yelling at the two alphas.

“Get the hell out!”

Steve leaves instantly, withdrawing and sulking as he marches out of the room.

Your heart thundered in your chest, but the words didn’t bring you any peace. How could you trust him when you hadn’t even trusted yourself for so long? The years you had spent locked in that cold chamber had taken more from you than just your freedom. They had stolen your ability to feel safe, to believe that anyone could ever keep you safe again.

Bucky speaks before leaving the room, He knew the distance you needed. "We’re not asking for anything," he said softly. "We’re just here. If you need us… we’ll be here.”

–

The three of you sat on the fire escape of their Brooklyn apartment, the summer air thick with heat and the distant sounds of the city below.

Steve, still small and wiry, leaned back against the railing, his shirt sticking to his skin. Bucky lounged beside him, arms resting behind his head, while you perched on the edge, kicking your feet against the metal grating.

You three had been talking about the war—what else was there to talk about these days?—but the conversation had somehow shifted to omega bonds.

“You ever think about it?” Steve asked, watching you from the corner of his eye. “Having a mate?”

You huffed. “Of course I think about it. It’s not like I have much choice in the matter.”

Bucky snorted. “She makes a fair point, pal.”

Steve frowned, like he was puzzling something out.

“You’ll need a good alpha,” he mused. “Someone strong, someone who can take care of you.”

Bucky made a face. “Careful, Rogers. You’re starting to sound like an old-fashioned housewife.”

Steve ignored him, his brow furrowed in thought. Then his face brightened.

“What about Bucky?”

The silence was immediate.

Then—

“What?!” You blurted, looking at Steve like he had lost his mind.

Beside them, Bucky choked on a laugh.

Steve blinked, genuinely confused. “What? Bucky’s strong, he’s got a good job, he—”

“Steve,” You cut him off, voice dry. “I would rather throw myself into the Hudson than be bonded to Bucky.”

Bucky outright howled with laughter, clutching his stomach as he leaned back against the fire escape. “Oh, sweetheart, tell me how you really feel.”

Steve looked between the two of you, baffled. “But—”

You threw your hands up. “Steve, Bucky is Bucky. I’ve known him since we were kids! He’s like an annoying older brother.”

Bucky smirked. “I am older.”

You smacked his arm. “That’s not the point!”

Steve still looked like he didn’t understand. “But he’s a good alpha—”

“Steve,” You interrupted, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Bucky flirts with everything that breathes.”

Bucky grinned. “Not everything. I have standards.”

You shot him a glare before turning back to Steve. “Besides, just because an alpha is ‘strong’ or ‘good’ doesn’t mean they’re the right alpha.”

Steve still seemed unconvinced, but Bucky just clapped him on the shoulder.

“Face it, pal. She’s got taste.”

Steve sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just want you to be safe, that’s all.”

Her expression softened. “I know.”

Bucky smirked. “So if not me, then who?”

Your eyes flickered—just for a second—toward Steve.

But neither of them noticed. 

Steve was too busy contemplating the idea of mate bonds like it was a puzzle he couldn’t quite solve, and Bucky was still laughing at his own rejection.

So you swallowed the feeling down, like you always did.

And the conversation moved on.

When your released from the medical bay, you feel lost. Steve had showed you to a room, in the compound, that doesn’t smell like anything at all. He had mumbled something along the lines of all rooms being sprayed with scent nullifiers but you weren’t paying attention.

Instead you’re looking outside the window, to the massive lake behind the compound. It reminded you of the Hudson River, which you could see from your apartment in Brooklyn all those years ago.

Everything was different, yet familiar. The forests around the compound bore the same deep green as the trees in Prospect Park, and your heart twinges at the thought. You wonder how long it will take to adjust to this new life, if that’s even possible.

The door creaks open, and you turn to see Steve again, his silhouette strong against the sterile light of the hallway. He hesitates for a moment, as if unsure of his welcome.

“Got you some new clothes,” he says finally, holding out a neatly folded bundle. “Figured you might need them.”

You nod in thanks, and he stands there awkwardly. There’s a kindness in his eyes, or maybe it’s pity. You can’t quite tell.

“You okay?” he asks, leaning against the doorframe.

“Yeah,” you say instinctively. Because what else is there to say?

“My room is next door,” Steve states.

You know, you can smell the apple pie through the wall. You wouldn’t have been able to do that once, but now with whatever Hydra had done, you were able to do a lot of things.

“Where does Buck sleep?” You asked.

Just in case you needed him.

“Buck doesn’t live in the compound,” Steve explains with a slight tone, “He has a house further in land but still close, too many people are overwhelming and he only stays when he needs to,”

You nod.

“Dove..,” The pet name made your stomach twist, “I don’t know what you’ve been through but I’m here now,”

That makes you laugh, defensively. Steve didn’t know what you’d been through, of course he didn’t since the world had believed you and he were dead.

“Did you look for me when they pulled you from the ice?” You ask in a harsh tone.

“The military records said you went missing in action,”

Technically, they weren’t wrong.

“You didn’t feel me through the bond?” You bite at him, “I felt you, always, I felt that little sliver of life in the bond but then again, I’m the only one that ever felt the bond,”

“That is not true,” Steve’s voice is authoritative.

And the tone is what breaks open the flood gates.

“I loved you, Steve!” You screamed it, because it was finally coming out after a century.

You were tired of being the best friend. The one who was always there for him, following around that scrawny kid in Brooklyn before following the man he became into the front lines of the second world war. You had enough.

“I knew from the day I met you, that we were scent mates,” Now you couldn’t help but whispered, “But it didn’t matter, I wasn’t good enough,”

“That’s not true, you were more than enough, I just never had the instincts back then like I do now-”

“But you had the instincts for Peggy?” The words leave your mouth with a sour twist, “You paraded with her around the army camps, you held that fucking picture of her all the time and you still do! I was the first one there for you and yet I was the second choice, your own scent mate!”

Steve is firm when he talks, “I love you both, you and Peggy-”

“I loved you, Steven Grant Rogers,”

Loved.

The words hit Steve like a bullet, that bond in his chest cracking.

“I don’t know if I do anymore,”

He’s silent, his breath a soft mist in the winter air. You wonder if he can feel vibration of your pulse, the tremor behind your words.

“Don’t leave me like this,” Steve pleads, his voice dripping into cracks you thought sealed shut. “Not without—without telling me how to fix it.”

You yank away, feeling the loss of his touch like an open wound.

“What are you asking of me, Steve?” Your breath is cold as you speak.

“Stay,” He pleads out softly, “Stay, and we can figure this out,”

Tears fill your eyes before you quickly blink them back.

“I’m lost, Steve,” You confess, “I’m no-one anymore,”

“You are someone to me, to Bucky-”

“I don’t have a family, Steve, I’m not remembered by anyone,” You croak out, “What am I supposed to do?”

Steve falls into silence and you turn back to the window, just staring.

“There’s somewhere I need to show you,”

You didn’t say anything else and you weren’t exactly sure why you had gone with Steve in the first place. Maybe it’s the long suppressed omega instincts in you, softly tugging at you to follow Steve because he’s familiar. 

After a long drive, you arrive at a familiar place with a hood, cap and sunglasses covering your face. 

When you walk in the door, trailing behind Steve, you understand that it’s a museum. 

The Smithsonian. 

You hadn’t been allowed in this place back in the 30s and 40s. It had been rich, elite alphas and their omegas. A lot of restrictions in the 30s and 40s meant you couldn’t do a lot of things. 

You followed Steve past multiple exhibits before you arrived at one. 

Captain America. 

Steve’s face was plastered everywhere, with pictures and scripts written on the wall. Pictures of Steve before and after the serum, feats in the war and of course, the uniforms of the Howling Commandos. 

Your own uniform was on the right hand side of Steve’s, immortalised in this place. You couldn’t help but scrunch your nose, a flicker of remembrance and happiness igniting in your chest. 

Of course, the army had given you a uniform befitting of an omega woman. A tight skirt and blouse that was no good on the front lines It had been a horrible thing to work in, no doubt lost to history. The uniform you wore as a member of the Howling Commandos hadn’t even been your own. 

In your stubbornness, you had stolen a pair of Steve’s pants and one of Bucky’s shirts. The tan pants had been massive on you, requiring you to roll them up and tighten them around your waist. The black shirt that had once belong to Bucky had the sleeves cuffed at your elbows and tucked into your pants. The jacket had been your own, a leather one that reached your knees. The white band with the red cross on it attached to your sleeve, showing your position as a combat medic. 

Steve’s voice broke you out of your trance. 

“You never let me carry your bags,” 

On your uniform, we’re three heavy bags that sat on your back, side and front. 

“I needed it all, I wasn’t weak,” You whispered, “I couldn’t have you running off with half my medical supplies,” 

Steve chuckled before he turned and walked, making you pull your eyes away from the uniforms. 

The next section made your heart stop. 

As soon as you walked in, you were greeted with a picture. It looked foreign, filled with deja vu as you stared at the black and white picture. It was you, from your first day at training, eyes twinkling and a warm smile on your face. Beneath it, was a plaque imprinted with your name and a few lines that caught your attention. 

Childhood friend of Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, one of the first omega female combat medics to work on the front lines during World War II. A brilliant and compassionate healer, she saved hundreds of soldiers, providing critical care during the most brutal battles. Her courage and selflessness set the standard for Omega service in combat and beyond.

The words hit you like a tidal wave. Your breath caught in your throat as you slowly stepped through the exhibit, reading each display. You had forgotten so much of who you had been, before Hydra, before the experiments and the changes. Yet, it was all here. 

Originally a nurse serving on the front lines of World War II, life changed when this young omega female helped her childhood friend, Steve Rogers, rescue the 107th Division from a Hydra Base. 

You continued to walk, the memories alive in your mind. 

Becoming a combat medic and the only omega female member of the Howling Commandos, her bravery in battle zones and innovative techniques in helping injured soldiers was commendable for someone in the 1940s. 

While women, especially omegas, were expected to stay home during the on going war, the legacy of this omega woman changed the tides of history. Not only a respected figure during the war, she became a symbol of omega and women’s strength. 

You bit down on your cheek as you proceeded to read through the transcripts, describing certain fights, attacks and feats you at accomplished during the war. It’s the pictures that get you, flashing on a screen.

One of you, Steve and Bucky when you were children, sitting on the steps of the apartment building. The other is you, tending to a wounded soldier in the trenches of a battle field. The next is a video that brings tears to your eyes. 

It was Steve, picking you up bridal style and basically throwing you into the air. Bucky is laughing beside you both, eyes still full of life. The voices in the video aren’t the best, but you remember the exact moment that they had been said in. 

“Gotcha, Dove!” 

“You know, you’re not the only one who can carry her now!” 

The video ends with you squished between the two alphas.

The corner of your lip quirks up and you breath out shakily, blinking a few times. You’re almost scared to speak, afraid that if you do it would rupture the emotions and memories that have come flooding back to you. 

“That was-” Your voice cracks, “That was my first day with you both,” 

Steve is holding his breath beside you. 

“What do you think?” He asks. 

“It’s…” You trail off, voice faltering with emotion as you look around at the exhibit dedicated to you, “It’s unbelievable,”

“Do you see now?” Steve murmurs lowly, “You weren’t just someone to me, but to a lot of people,” 

Your hands shake ever so slightly as you bite down on your lip, unable to tear your eyes away from the display. You aren’t a no-one, you’re a part of history.

But one thought spurs in your mind.

You had to find out the full extend of what Hydra had done to you.

—-

Bucky’s ‘room’ only smells very faintly of pine and musk, an obvious sign that he’s not here all that often. You managed to snag him after he came back from a mission, the alpha now standing with his arms crossed as he leans against the wall.

“What you want?” Bucky asks.

“I need to get back to that hydra base,” You state firmly.

“What?!” Bucky is taken aback before he moves, eyes squinting for a moment before he shakes his head, “No,”

“I need to know everything that they did to me!” You plead, “And I need to find out why..,”

You can see the conflict in Bucky’s eyes swirl, like a violent storm. If anyone is going to understand your emotions right now, it’s him.

“And we’re not telling Steve?”

“No..,” You mumble.

Once upon a time, Steve would have been your partner in crime, back in the 40s when the days had been easy. You spent most of your life hiding your bad decisions and reckless acts from Bucky.

Now?

Steve was the one you had to hide from.

“Fine,” Bucky agreed with a gruff voice, “We go tonight,”

As the cloak of night descended, you bided your time until the clock hands crept past ten. Only then, assured that Steve was deeply ensconced in slumber, did you silently slip out of your room. The hallway was dimly lit, shadows playing on the walls as you moved with careful stealth. Upon reaching the quinjet, you found Bucky already seated within, his silhouette barely visible in the low light. The quiet hum of the craft enveloped you as you entered, and Bucky's fingers deftly danced over the controls, the consoles coming to life with a soft glow.

“We doing this?” He asks.

You nod, taking your seat in the other pilot spot. You had no idea how this machine worked, hell, you barely knew how a car worked.

The jet started up, humming with power as Bucky prepared it for take off. Just as you had strapped yourself in, a deep voice sounded from behind you both.

“What the hell are you doing?”

If not for the straps, you probably would have fell out of your seat.

“Shit! Steve!” You yelled, turning and looking at Captain America.

He was in his suit, shield on his back as he stood with crossed arms. You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to ignore the way your chest felt at the simple smell of his scent.

“Hydra base, huh?”

You glared at him before your gaze shifted to Bucky, who was refusing to meet your eyes.

“You told him!”

Bucky chuckles, shrugging like the troublemaker you’d always known. “You know I can’t keep secrets from Steve.”

“Especially dumb ones,” Steve added, stepping forward to take the third seat as the jet lifted off. You groaned but secretly felt a warmth spread in your chest. As much as you wanted to be mad, an old part of you knew this was how it had to be: the three of you, thick as thieves.

The city lights blurred below as Bucky flew fast and low, deftly navigating toward the Siberian Hydra hideout. The craft's interior fell silent except for the hum of engines and the occasional beep of navigation.

“So what’s the plan?” Steve asked after a while, glancing sideways at you. “Or were you going to make it up as you went?”

“That was the plan,” you shot back with a grin, “I’m just hoping to find records, anything that explains why I’m still here.”

“That doesn’t sound like you,” Bucky talks with fondness in his voice, “You were always our girl with a plan,”

You roll your eyes at his teasing words, settling into the journey ahead. You’re watching Bucky as the time passes, how he seems to easily be able to fly the jet.

“How do you do that?” You question, “There’s so many buttons and switches,”

Bucky shrugs, “It’s basically the same as driving,”

“Barnes,” You say firmly, “I don’t know how to drive,”

“You don’t know how to drive?” Bucky questions.

There’s a heart beat of silence before realization dawns on his face.

Steve speaks up, “Omegas weren’t allowed car licenses before the 1960s,”

“I completely forgot..,” Bucky mumbled.

“Didn’t stop me from trying,” You quipped up.

Steve laughs and it makes something warm in the pit of your stomach, “I remember that day, we got arrested!”

You can’t help but grin as the memory floats into your mind.

You grinned as you sat in the driver’s seat, hands on the wheel of the old, beat-up truck that once belonged to Steve’s father.

“This is a terrible idea,” Steve muttered, gripping the dashboard like his life depended on it.

“Relax, I got this!”

“You do not got this,”

“Sure I do!”

“You’ve never driven before!”

You scoffed, “I’ve seen people drive,”

“That’s not the same thing!”

You ignord him, pressing your foot to the gas petal. The truck lurched forward with a violent jerk, sending Steve slamming back against his seat.

“Oh my god - brake!” Steve yelled.

You, panicked, pressed both feet down on the gas and the break. The truck screeched like it was about die, jolting forward in a horrifying stop-go motion.

“Foot off the gas!” Steve wheezed like he was about to have an asthma attack, “Foot off the gas!”

You slammed on the brake, the truck screeching to a full stop, sending you both flying forward. Steve had panted and wheezed, sweating like he was about to die.

“Okay, so maybe watching other people drive wasn’t quite enough,” You spoke, voice high pitched.

“Ya think?!” Steve wheezed.

A sharp knock on the driver’s side window made you both jump. You turned, seeing a very unimpressed officer in the fogged up window.

“We should run, huh?”

“Yeah..,”

Bucky is laughing, it’s soft but audible, “I remember bailing you two out of jail that day,”

And he was right. Steve had called Bucky, since they were only willing to release you to an alpha. Bucky had given you both a lecture as you walked home that night, while Steve vowed to never let you behind the wheel of a car again.

You turn to Steve, whose sitting with a fond look on his face. It’s almost as if you can feel his content through the bond. “How many times do you think he bailed us out of trouble?”

“Too many,” Steve chuckled, “Remember Mrs Calloway?”

Bucky groaned while you break into a smile, laughing as you spoke, “She lived above me! Bucky had to flirt with her after we broke her window,”

You and Steve fell into laughter while Bucky winced, remembering the horrid red haired old lady omega that owned too many cats.

“She was about to call the cops when Bucky waltz in, giving her a winning smile and sweet words,” Steve teased.

The other super soldier was shaking his head.

“And it worked!” You laughed as well, “She forgave us! Kept asking when my handsome alpha friend was coming back though,”

It feels calm, for once in your long life. It feels comfortable, as if time had passed and the three of you hadn’t changed from the long years of ice, trauma and battle.

Bucky’s voice makes you look at him, “Hey, if it makes you feel any better, Lottie can’t drive either,”

“Whose Lottie?” You question, confusion on your face.

“His girl,” Steve answers, almost hesitantly, as if testing the waters.

Bucky coughs, a bit of color coming to his cheeks. “Yeah, she’s... she’s swell.”

You blink at him, then burst into laughter when you see his embarrassed look. “Bucky Barnes, in a real relationship?”

He flicked a switch with exaggerated sternness. “I’ll have you know she’s a real catch. An omega like you, just not so battle hardened,”

“She’s gotta be tough if she’s mated to you,”

Steve is the one who talks, chuckling to himself, “She cried when Bucky stood on an ant,”

“Ah..,”

The flight continued with some soft banter and inside jokes before it broke into Siberia’s harsh winter, all three of you falling into silence as you approach the old hydra base.

An inkling of fear runs down your spine.

You all make our way in with ease, heading down the elevator. Steve’s scent is filled with worry, while Bucky’s scent is oddly dulled, like he’s trying to keep it toned down. The elevator goes down for what feels like an hour before it finally stops.

“They kept you hidden well,” Steve whispers, “We almost didn’t find this place,”

“That’s concerning,” You whispered back as you walked into the cryo room, “They never told me what they wanted me for, only that I was going to be the first of many,”

Steve’s scent flares and it almost makes you step towards him. Almost.

You walk through the hallway, peering into dusty rooms filled with defunct machines. The air is stale, and the fluorescent lights flicker dimly.

“You think they left anything?” Bucky asks, fingers brushing against the wall as if expecting it to crumble at his touch.

“They left me,” you say quietly. “Maybe there’s more.”

Steve moves to your side, his presence reassuring, like a promise that you’re not alone in this search or whatever revelations it might bring. “We’ll find something.”

The three of you press on, your breath visible in the frosty air. The deeper in you get, the colder it becomes. It’s like dredging through memories—you know there’s something important here; you just have to find it.

When it comes to walking down the hallway filled with cells, unused in many, many years but the place is still filled with the stench of old blood. You let out a deep exhale, grounding yourself as you continue on.

You come upon a large room filled with file cabinets and old computers. Some papers are scattered on the ground, forgotten relics of Hydra’s meticulous record-keeping.

“This looks promising,” Steve says as he kicks a pile of papers.

You don’t say anything while Bucky walks over to one of the computers, typing away. Your attention is on the files, quickly sifting through them before something catches your eyes.

Omega 01 and Alpha 42.

You know yourself as Omega 01. After all, you were the first of their experiments and the only one that had survived.

Steve’s voice makes you look up, “What does that say?”

“Проект Омега,” Bucky answers as he types on the computer, “Project Omega, I had no idea about this,”

“You never figured it out?” Steve asks.

“No,” Bucky’s voice is strained, “But from what’s here, they did a lot,”

You turn your attention back to the file, opening it. What’s inside makes your heart stop, eyes wide as you look at the pictures.

“B-bucky?” You croak out.

Bucky and Steve both stand at attention as you turn around, looking between them both before looking down at the file. There’s a picture of yourself, in cryo, along with a picture of Bucky from the war.

“O-omega 1..,” You barely get out, “And Alpha 42, known as Sargeant James Buchanan Barnes, The Winter Soldier..,”

Steve and Bucky are both crossing the room, taking their places at your side.

“U-under no circumstances are Omega 01 and Alpha 42 to come into direct contact,” You whisper, “Any potential interaction is to be prevented through strict scheduling, separate holding areas and minimal personnel overlap. Should either subject show signs of recognition, immediate memory suppression protocals will be enacted..,”

Bucky snatches the file from your hands while you can’t help but fall back into Steve, who holds you in place. His scent is only the smallest bit calming, only leaving you steady enough to not collapse to the floor.

“They knew,” You whined out.

“They kept us apart on purpose..,” Bucky whispers.

Hydra had known. Hydra had known you would both recognize each other if you came into contact and it would have ruined their perfectly crafted system.

Niether of them stop you when you grab another file, quickly throwing it open and reading it out loud.

"At the reappearance of Steve Rogers, Omega 01 is to be prepped for intense conditioning and forced bond manipulation with Alpha Agent Rumlow..," Your stomach dropped, "Omega 01's scent bond with Captain America makes her the perfect weapon against..,"

Your voice died out before you could continue.

Grief, guilt and fury hit your system, tears filling your eyes as you clung onto Steve’s arms. He was silent but comforting, letting you sob into his uniform.

The tears stream down your face, each drop a release of years of buried emotions that have finally burst through the dam. Your chest heaves with the unfamiliar sensation, a shock to your system after such a long time of keeping everything locked away. Bucky and Steve move swiftly, gathering up the scattered files with a sense of urgency, and you make your way back to the jet, feeling raw and exposed.

Steve guides you to a seat, gently helping you curl up as he fastens the seatbelt around you. He drapes one of the jet’s soft, gray blankets over your trembling form, tucking it around your shoulders with care. You sit there silently, your eyes glazed and distant, and he notices the fading trace of your usual vanilla scent, almost as if the essence of you is slipping away. Your silence is unsettling, a stark contrast to the vibrant energy you usually exude, and Steve watches with concern as you seem to retreat into yourself, the emotional toll evident in your hollow gaze.

The curse of remembering is a heavy one.

When you all arrive back at the compound, you’re a bit more yourself. The flight let you process some of the emotions and realizations you had come to, but you can smell the unease between Bucky and Steve.

Something brewed while you were out of it.

There was a bit of tension as you three stepped off the quinjet. Your mind was racing with the little you had read while at the hydra base, while Steve held an air of authority around him.

Bucky was just annoyed.

“You two are never pulling this again,” Steve announced.

“Really?” You huffed, looking at him, “Not exactly the first time we’ve stormed a hydra base without telling anyone,”

Steve gives you a pointed look that only makes you roll your eyes. Maybe, back in the day, you’d have shifted under such a look. But after the past one hundred years?

Not likely.

“Give her a break,” Bucky talks, making the stare end, “She deserves to know what happened,”

“Why are you enabling her?” Steve argues.

“She’s not weak, Steve, she never has been,” Bucky argues back.

Steve stands his ground, “You took her to a hydra base! She completely shut down!”

“Well, isn’t it a good thing you came then?”

You’re used to this, although you haven’t been in one of these situations in one hundred years. Even when Steve had been that sickly, scrawy kid in New York, it never stopped his alpha instincts from clashing with Bucky’s.

You expect nothing less now.

“I’m not saying she can’t handle herself, Buck,” Steve insists, though his voice strains like he’s convincing himself more than you. “I just want you both to be safe.”

“We got out, didn’t we?” Bucky shrugs, unfazed.

You speak up, but it gets ignored, “Can you two stop having a knot fight for two moments?”

“Not the point,” Steve counters, his tone getting deeper as his words come out in a demand, “Never do that again,”

The sound that erupts from Bucky's throat is raw and untamed, echoing through the hangar with an intensity that commands immediate silence. It's a primal, feral snarl, resonating with the authoritative power of an alpha. The deep, guttural sound vibrates through his chest, spilling into the air with an undeniable demand, shaking the very atmosphere as it asserts its dominance.

You had only heard Bucky snarl like that two times in your life, both times during the war. It doesn’t shake you, because plenty of alphas in your captivity had used their snarl on you. Steve is taken aback just a smidge, but he still stands strong.

It’s a sob that breaks the tension between the three of you.

Bucky snaps to attention, like someone just stabbed him in the chest.

“Shit,”

There’s a woman standing at the door of the hanger, blonde hair with loose curls and a light yellow sundress on her body. She’s tiny, all soft curves and gentle features, her bright green eyes glassy as she’s frozen in place.

Bucky’s rushing towards her before you can process it, apologies spilling from his lips.

“Whose that?” You ask, looking up at Steve.

“Lottie,” Steve sighs, “Bucky’s mate,”

“That’s Lottie?”

Your heart twists as you watch them, Bucky wrapping his arms around her small frame, murmuring into her hair. He holds her like she’s the last pure thing in a tainted world, and you can’t help but feel the sting of it. You’re surprised at how much it bothers you; after all, you’ve missed so much in the world and now, seeing such a gentle relationship between an alpha and omega? It makes you envious of something you might never have with Steve.

Steve’s voice breaks through your thoughts. “I’m sorry. For everything.”

You glance at him, catching the earnestness in his eyes. He’s always been like this: stubborn as hell but with a heart too big for his own good.

“Don’t,” you say softly, shaking your head. “You know I would’ve dragged Buck there with or without your blessing.”

He huffs a reluctant laugh. “He’s been different since he found her.”

You chuckle, hands shoved into your jacket, “We all know the type of alpha Bucky is, he’s been waiting for her a long ass time,”

Both you and Steve glance over to where Bucky is now leading Lottie out of the hanger, his flesh arm protectively encased around his mate’s little body.

“Thanks for your help, Buck!” You called out in a teasing manner.

All you get in response from Bucky is a metal, middle finger.

—-

You don’t see Bucky after that, Steve mentions something along the lines of him taking a brief leave for Lottie’s sake. You don’t mind, after all, your mind is occupied going through the hydra files.

Most of them had been uploaded to the system, Steve had collected a USB that had downloaded all of the computer data from the base. You hadn’t touched that yet, technology still a bit too new for you to approach.

It’s another late night, fueled by luke warm coffees as you sit in your room, going through the files.

Omega 01:

Results: Serum successfully bonded with subjects physiology, enhancing strength, agility and endurance. Notably, subject displays rapid cellular regeneration - a trait not present in other super solider subject,

Conclusion: Subject is viable.

You dropped that file and opened the next one.

Test 01: Strength Capacity

Procedure: Subject instructed to lift progressively heavier weights

Results: Lifted 850 lbs before muscle fatigue.

Notes: Further training may increase output. Subject resisted participation - required sedation for compliance.

Test 2: Reflex and Speed

Procedure: Subject placed in a controlled combat simulation against six trained Hydra operatives.

Results:

Subject incapacitated all operatives in under 47 seconds.

Reflex response increased by 340% compared to baseline.

Subject demonstrates hyper-awareness in combat.

Notes: Subject refused to kill. Further conditioning recommended.

Test 03: Healing Factor Examination

Procedure: Subject exposed to controlled injuries to assess regeneration speed.

Results:

Lacerations (3-inch, deep cut): Healed within 40 seconds.

Fractured radius (left arm): Healed within 4 minutes, 12 seconds.

Bullet wound (non-lethal, shoulder): Healed within 9 minutes, 38 seconds.

Organ damage (induced via controlled blunt force trauma): Partial regeneration observed in under 20 minutes.

Notes: Healing surpasses previous subjects. Subject regains consciousness quickly after trauma. Further tests required to determine limits.

You slap the file shut and place your head in your hands. You remember the tests, most of them. It was no doubt a trauma defense, the ones that you had forgotten.

When you open the file again, your guts twist and your scent turns burnt.

Test 07: Omega Bond Manipulation.

Instead of reading, you close the file.

A knock on your door makes you jump, before you call for the person to come in. You already know who it is, Steve’s scent cutting into the air like it always does.

He enters, hesitating at the threshold when he sees the scattered files and the look on your face. For a moment, neither of you speak. He takes a step forward, brow creased with concern.

“You shouldn’t be doing this alone,” he says gently, settling into the chair next to you.

“I need to know what they did,” you admit, shoving the papers into a neat stack as if organizing them would somehow organize your thoughts.

Steve’s hand covers yours, steady and warm. “We can go through it together.”

You could argue with him, tell him you don’t need help. But the truth is—maybe you do. Maybe just not in the way he thinks. Your eyes also settle on where his hand is on yours, at first you think to pull it away but then you settle, letting yourself and him have this small bit of comfort.

“Found anything?” he asks, picking up one of the reports.

“Some,” you say, trying to sound unaffected. “Most of it I remember.”

There’s a pause as Steve skims a few lines, his expression shifting from curiosity to anger. You watch him read for a moment before he quickly puts the file down.

“You don’t have to read these,” You confess, “I actually feel like you shouldn’t,”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s going to hurt,”

Silence fills the space as Steve stares at the files while you look up at him. The determination on his face hasn’t change a bit but you can see how the years have affected him.

He’s rougher now.

“I can handle it,” He reassures you.

“No,” You grab a file before he can touch it, “No.., just ask and I’ll tell you,”

“Dove-”

“I can handle it, Steve,” Your eyes drop to the little wooden table, trying to ignore his pet name for you.

Steve is silent before he asks the first question, “Are you like me?”

“Yes,” You utter out, “Stronger, faster but I heal quicker than you, I can also heal other people,”

His brows shift in confusion, the scent in the air stirring with confusion and curiosity. Of course, you tell him.

“It was the serum they gave us,” You speak slowly, “I don’t know how they did it but the serum they gave us reacted with the omegas systems, it’s like it was a side affect, all the omegas came out with something different if they survived, mine is an advanced healing factor that I can project onto others,”

“How advance are we talking?” He inquires.

“I can take a bullet to the skull and recover in four hours,”

Steve’s face twists in discomfort to the point that you can feel it. Something about being close to him again has you feeling every bit of him, physically and mentally. Or, maybe it’s the serum that’s enhanced both your alpha and omega instincts.

“That’s why they held onto you,” Steve whispers, covering his eyes with his hand “Jesus Christ, if they had conditioned you like they did with Bucky-”

“They couldn’t,”

He looks up from his hand, eyebrows raised. You picked up one of the files, slowly opening it before reading.

“Neural Conditioning, subject exposed to electroshock therapy alongside subliminal messaging to induce compliance. Regenerative properties counter neural conditioning, healing the brain before conditioning can be complete. Full mind-wipe unlikely to be effective,”

Steve’s jaw is tight, his scent thicker now as he takes in your words. You slowly close the file and place it down on the table, his alpha pheromones filling the room as you do so.

You do the only thing you can think of, gently placing your hand on his knee.

“I’m still me, Steve,” you reassure him. “I remember everything.”

He places his hand over yours. There’s something in his eyes—a mixture of hope and fear—that makes your chest tighten.

“I didn’t know,” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. “I thought… you died after the war,”

“I thought you were dead too,” you finish for him, the words bitter and heavy.

“I would have never stopped looking for you if I’d known,” he insists, leaning closer. His scent is overwhelming now, wrapping around you like a promise.

You want to tell him everything—how each escape attempt was fueled by the thought of him, how every day you held onto the idea that he was out there somewhere. But instead, you take a steadying breath and withdraw your hand, breaking the contact before it can overwhelm you both.

“Looks like we’ve got a lot to catch up on.” He tries for a smile, but it’s strained.

—

You find the sparring room one day, when you had managed to pull yourself away from the hydra files and give your mind some space to breath. The room is lined with soft, blue mats that cover the entire floor, creating a cushioned area for training. Along the walls, an impressive array of sparring weapons is displayed, each one meticulously arranged, from wooden staffs to gleaming swords. Surprisingly, it doesn’t smell as bad as you expected.

Steve is there, along with a man you’ve come to know as Sam Wilson. As you watch from the side lines, you can see how Steve is holding back, pulling his punches to not harm Sam.

When the two men come to a halt, panting and wiping the sweat off their faces, you swallow thickly. Your senses are so in tune with Steve’s scent, it’s the only thing you can smell. It’s all fresh apple pie mixed with fireworks and fresh cotton, that’s so strong you almost lean into it.

But years of fighting alpha scents snaps into place and you stay put.

“So, you’re the lady wonder we’ve all heard so much about,” Sam’s teasing voice cuts through the air and snaps you out of your gaze on Steve.

“Not much of a lady wonder,” You shrug, “Just a person,”

“I’ve read about you,” Sam chuckles, “So, you got any hidden talents like stars and stripes over here?”

You shrug, standing up and stepping onto the mat. Steve looks worried but he knows, he knows the type of person you are. Even before Hydra, you weren’t someone who backed down when challenged.

“Omegas weren’t taught self defense during the war because we were expected to be kept in the camps and tending to the men,” You explain as you roll up your sleeves, “I didn’t stay in the camps so Steve taught me how to fight back then,”

Sam nods, impressed, “You broke a lot of stereotypes back then,”

Your eyes float over to Steve, “Are you going to stop holding back?”

Steve purses his lips as he steps back onto the mat. He stands tall, chuckling to himself for a moment and you fell the flare of unease in his scent.

“I’m holding back,” Steve confesses, “Because I’m not a man who hurts his mate,”

Your eyebrow raises, “Not even if she hurts you first?”

“Not even then,”

“Well,” you say, settling into a stance, “consider this a lesson in equality.”

It’s the last thing you say before you lunge. Steve is quick to recover, his instincts sharp, and he meets your advance with a practiced block. But the years haven’t dulled your own abilities. You pivot gracefully, using your speed to get behind him.

Sam lets out an appreciative whistle as Steve spins to face you again.

“Nice moves,” Sam laughs. “I’ve never seen anyone make Cap sweat like that.”

You don’t have time to respond as Steve comes at you again, this time with more determination. Each punch and swing of his arm feels like he’s testing boundaries, gauging how far he can go without pushing too much. You weave through his attacks, staying just out of reach, until finally you see an opening and take it.

Steve doesn’t react in time to you punching him in the gut and you forget to hold back the full force of your fist.

Sam steps back as Steve is sent flying across the room, while you stand in slight shock. You were very strong, yes, you had figured that out during the years of captivity. But knocking Steve down? It was easier than you had thought.

Steve stayed down, flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling as if deep in thought. Sam’s voice broke through the brief silence, full of awe and laughter.

“Cap, you okay?”

“Yeah,” Steve replied, still sounding stunned. “Just… catching my breath.”

You blinked and took a step back. The guilt settled in your gut, but there was a thrill too. Steve sat up slowly, pushing himself to his feet with a groan that was all pain. Like clock work, you walk towards him and kneel on the floor beside Steve.

He lifts his shirt, revealing a harsh bruises that’s starting to bloom over his rips and sternum. From what you can tell, you broke his rips.

“Shit, man, you need to go to Tanya,” Sam says.

It’s instinct or muscle memory, you’re not sure which one, but you put your hand on the injury. The familiar warmth floats over your body, first in your chest and then down your arm. The bruise is fading away, Steve’s rips setting back into place and then nothing.

It’s as if the injury never happened.

Steve’s hand falls to his torso, smoothing over the skin to take in the fact that you had really healed him. You had told him, he knew that but it was strange seeing it in person. You watch him process it, the way his breath catches slightly. There’s admiration in his eyes now, a fierce pride that mingles with the instinctual warmth of an alpha being proud of his omega.

“Well,” Sam’s voice makes you look up at the other hero, “That’s.. something,”

“I can’t bring someone back from the dead,” You confess, “But I can do some small miracles,”

“What the hell did they give you?” Sam asks.

“I have no idea,” You look down at the floor, “Some version of the serum, I wasn’t the only one who showed signs of enhanced abilities,”

Steve’s head snaps up as you both stand, “There were others?”

“Twenty Seven,” You nod, “They didn’t survive,”

Steve and Sam share a look, the alpha and beta instincts of understanding passing through them. You cough awkwardly, a sharp pain in your side that you ignore. It wouldn’t be a good idea to tell them about the certain fall backs of your abilities.

It wasn’t worth it. You’d heal anyway.

“Anyway,” You clap your hands, “I’m going to go back to my room,”

As you turn and begin to walk back to the door, Steve calls.

“Be ready by five!”

You glance a look over at him, eyebrow raised in question.

“Asking me on a date, Rogers?”

“Bucky invited us over for dinner,”

—

You hadn’t really been to many places since being pulled from the hydra base. You stayed at the Avenger’s compound or occasionally took walks along the lake, but that was about it. When Steve had mentioned that Bucky lived in his own home, you hadn’t been sure what to expect.

Bucky and his mate lived in a large house tucked away in the woods, somewhere peaceful and quiet. The house, a large, warm-looking structure made of stone and wood, blending naturally with its surroundings. It was inviting, but also secluded.

As you step out of the car, you couldn’t help but feel the mixture of curiosity and hesitation. Bucky hadn’t really been open about Lottie, other than that brief conversation in the quinjet and the glance you got of her in the hanger.

Steve steps next to you, his apple pie scent calming your nerves slightly.

“Don’t worry, your going to love Lottie,” Steve speaks calmly, like he knows your worried about being accepted by someone so close to Bucky.

“What if she hates me?” You ask.

“I don’t think Lottie is capable of even feeling hate,” Steve chuckles.

You both approach the front door, only for it to be swung open right as you step onto the porch. It’s decorated with hanging plants and even a swing, which is covered in soft pillows and a plush looking throw blanket. Bucky is standing at the door, a comfortable smile on his lips as he greets you both inside.

The first thing you notice is the warmth. It’s not a temperature but an atmosphere thing, like you’ve stepped into another plane of existence that’s simply peaceful. Cozy. The house is decorated with a mix of modern comforts and rustic charm. There’s music playing from somewhere in the house, which you instantly recognize as Ella Fitzgerald, singing ‘I can’t give you anything but love’.

“Lottie!” Bucky calls but it’s not demanding, it’s respectful and loving.

A soft voice responds from the kitchen, “I’m coming!”

You don’t know what to think when Lottie appears in the doorway, a small smile on her face. She’s tiny compared to the three of you, barely up to Bucky’s chest. But she’s all soft curves in the cozy red henley that’s definitely too big for her, paired with loose fitting jeans.

But her entire aura is soft and genuine and she smells like plums and freshly baked bread.

“Hello,” Her voice is also soft as Bucky tucks her close to his side, “I’m Lottie,”

Your name falls from your lips and she smiles, beams happily. Bucky is staring down at her like she hung the damn stars in the sky.

“Oh!” She turns from Bucky’s grip and rushes back towards the kitchen before coming back, something wrapped up in some brown paper.

She passes it to you, making you hesitantly take it from her hands. Omegas used to give gifts to each other, something you’ve noticed isn’t done as much these days. It was a way to form bonds with others.

The scent of the package hits you first and you soften.

“Pumpkin bread?” You whisper.

“Bucky said it was your favourite,” Lottie smiles warmly.

A sense of gratitude and familiarity sink into your chest. You couldn’t remember the last time someone had done something so sweet for you. Pumpkin bread had been something your mother made before she died, you always bought it from the bakery down the street. Steve and Bucky used to tease you for it, but it always made you feel at home.

“T-thank you..,”

Steve’s hand rests on your shoulders and for once, you don’t shy away from him. Because the moment feels right, surrounded by them with Steve standing proudly behind you.

“You’re welcome.” Lottie’s voice is sincere, and she radiates a warmth that puts you at ease.

“Come on,” Bucky says, pulling Lottie back beside him. “I’ll give you the tour.”

They lead you through the house, Steve’s familiar presence at your side. The rooms are filled with the kind of love you didn’t think was possible, each one thoughtfully adorned with memories and personal touches. The only room you don’t go near is the nesting room, which is understandable. It’s a sacred place, only for the omega and alpha it belongs to.

There are pictures lining the walls, some old and faded, of Bucky and Steve from what must be decades ago, others more recent, capturing Bucky and Lottie in moments of pure, unguarded joy.

Lottie points to a picture with a soft laugh. “This was when James got his hair caught in the door.”

Bucky rolls his eyes but smiles affectionately. “You don’t need to tell them everything.”

The whole place is like a cocoon of happiness. You can imagine them here, living a life that’s simple.

When you all sit down for dinner, you can tell it’s made with love. The table is long and wooden, covered in mismatched plates and cups that makes it feel lived in. Candles flicker at its center, completing the cozy picture.

You have to give prompts to Lottie, making enough that completely feeds three super soldiers and herself.

After the meal is finished, the four of you sit at the cleared table while Steve and Bucky pour whiskey for themselves and you. Lottie scrunches her nose at the alcohol while Bucky chuckles.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t like it until it was the only thing we could get in the war,” You confess.

“Alcohol isn’t my thing,” Lottie nods softly.

“Omegas weren’t even allowed to drink alcohol before the war,” Steve points out, “Didn’t stop you,”

“I wasn’t allowed to do a lot of things but I still did them,” You shoot back, “Remember how pissed off the general got when you wanted me in the howling commandos?”

Bucky laughs at the memory, shaking his head. “The guy almost popped a blood vessel.”

“And then I saved his life,” You shrug, a sly grin pulling at your lips.

“Sounds like you,” Lottie’s voice is amused, and her smile is something like admiration.

The conversation flows easily between you all. You’d forgotten what it was like to have this, friendly banter and the feeling of family. Steve leans back in his chair, looking more relaxed than you’ve seen him in ages, while Bucky and Lottie sit close enough that they’re almost one person.

For the first time since getting to the compound, you feel like you might actually be able to make a home somewhere.

Lottie brings out a tin of cookies she insists are only for dessert emergencies. You consider the evening one of those emergencies and eat more than your fair share.

Eventually, it’s time to go and when you settle back into the car with Steve driving, a sinking feeling sets in your body.

Could you have what Bucky and Lottie have, with Steve?

As if sensing your doubt, Steve speaks up.

“You smell sad,” He points out, “What’s going on?”

“They’re so..happy,” You mumbled out.

He’s silent for a moment, “You know.., we could have that,”

But that’s the thing. Maybe you would have wanted that life with Steve, back when you were young and not traumatized by the world. Once upon a time, it would have been your dream, to be bonded to Steve while making a home together. But it’s not possible anymore.

“I don’t think we can, Steve,” You whisper.

“Why are you fighting this?” Steve asks in a demand and you fight back the urge to hiss at him.

“Why?” You ask, “Maybe because I turned into some freak by an organisation that wanted to use me as a weapon! Maybe because the alpha I loved, even before all this, was going to bond to another omega! While ignoring me!”

Steve shakes his head as he drives, “I would have realized eventually,”

“When?” You turn and glare at him, “After the war? Or ten years later after you’ve got a family? Or maybe when I finally left for London?”

“London?!”

You fall silent, lips pursing. You hadn’t meant to confess it, what your plan was going to be after the war ended. But it hurt, seeing how Steve had clung onto Peggy, hearing him talk about how he was going to ask to be her mate when they’d ended the war. With the strength you had left, you had accepted an offer to go to London, after the war and train nurses.

“You were going to London?” Steve asks, like it’s an accusation, pain in his voice, “And not tell me?”

“It was none of your business,” You argue back.

“Who knew you were going?” He demands.

“..Bucky,”

The faint crackle of the fire is all you can focus on, sitting on the rough floor of the woods. Its glow flickered off the canvas tents, dancing in the night.

Bucky sat across from you, wrapped up in a black and his face gaunt. War had done things to the both of you, it was a hellhole at the best of times but you made it through.

As a medic, you watched over the men. You made sure they were fine, physically and mentally. But that night, you were losing your grip while Bucky was the one watching you.

“You gonna tell me what’s got you looking like someone kicked your damn puppy?” Bucky’s voice was rough but laced with concern.

You stifled a laugh, “Not everything’s about me, Buck,”

“You saying that means it definitely is,”

Bucky could read you so damn well, sometimes it was unsettling. You hesitated, stared at the fire but the coldness in your chest didn’t defrost.

Finally, you spoke.

“I’m going to move to London,”

Bucky blinked, “The hell you are,”

You gave him a pointed look, “I mean it,”

“What? When the war is over?” He asked, brows furrowed.

You nodded slowly, exhaled before explaining yourself, “They offered me a position, training nurses,”

There was a beat of silence.

“I can’t stay here,”

“This about Steve?” He asked lowly, like it was a curse.

You stiffened but didn’t answer. Bucky already knew, he had seen how you trailed after Steve while he was on his ambitious path, being the perfect man of America.

Bucky sighed, running a hand through his hair, “You don’t have to do this,”

“Yes, I do,”

Your voice remained steady but your hands had curled into fists in your lap.

“I’ve spent my whole life following him,” You murmured, “Waiting for him to see me. And now, I watch him look at her and I just..I can’t do it, Bucky,”

You could tell Bucky was torn, between supporting you or defending his other best friend.

The smile you forced onto your face didn’t reach your eyes, “She makes him happy. and I want him to be happy,”

“What about you?” Bucky studied you as he spoke, the firelight casting sharp shadows over his face.

“I’ll be fine,” You bit the inside of your cheek.

“That doesn’t mean you should have to leave your whole damn life behind!”

“I can’t stay here and watch him choose someone else. I just can’t,”

Bucky stared at you for the longest moment, something unreadable in his expression. Then he exhaled, standing and walking across the camp fire to tuck the blanket around your shoulders.

“Alright, if that’s what you gotta do,”

The rest of the car ride home was tense silence.

—

A week passed.

You do your best to avoid Steve and he gives you space. It’s not what you want, but it’s what you need.

You think about what Bucky said during that long-ago conversation, about leaving your whole life behind. It’s funny how it happened anyway. Everything you knew was burnt to ash with Steve when he disappeared into the ice.

When he sees you now, sometimes he looks like he’s still sinking. You won’t let him drag you under too.

But it’s when your in the kitchen one morning, making yourself a cup of coffee, that everything goes to hell.

It starts subtly, a dull ache in your abdomen and your body starts to heat. You’d spent some time in the sparring room so you write it off as muscles aches at first, but when you step around the counter and go to walk towards the table, the fever hits.

Like a tidal wave, the fever encompasses your whole body and you fall to the floor. The coffee cup smashes on the ground as you cry out, your body going stiff as the full affect of your heat suddenly hits you.

You hadn’t had one in years, you couldn’t even remember that last time your body had naturally gone into heat.

Before, they always forced it with drugs and pheromones.

You cry out for help.

Your voice is already cracking and it’s Steve who rushes into the kitchen, worry etched onto his face as his eyes fall on you.

“Fuck,” He mutters under his breath before rushing to your side and crouching down next to you, “It’s okay, I’m here,”

“No, no, no,” You protest weakly when he reaches for you.

His scent hits you, apple pie that’s so strong you can taste it on your tongue. Only it doesn’t sooth you, it doesn’t do anything to help the heat. Instead you feel yourself get hotter and a wave of sickness rolls over your body.

“Hey,” Steve’s hands come in contact with your arms and that’s when everything turns white.

Your body locks up and you start seizing, Steve in utter shock as he watches your body tremble on the floor. He doesn’t know how to help, hands flinching back as your scent is sour, burnt and putrid in the air.

Multiple medics rush forward and he’s forced backwards, panic flooding his system.

“She’s my omega-!”

“Get away from her, Rogers!” Tanya’s voice demands authority despite her omega status, stepping in front of him as her team of nurses and doctors rush you away.

“Tanya, she’s in heat,” He snaps.

“And your not touching her unless you want her to die, Steven,”

—

Steve approaches Tanya that afternoon, finding her looking over one of the containment cells. You lay there, tubes and wires attached to your body. But your asleep, completely out of it while Tanya is fiddling with her tablet.

He can’t smell your scent anymore as the cell was designed to block pheromones and scents from lingering in the air.

Steve has the utmost respect for the omega doctor. Tanya is Tony’s younger sister, the more level headed out of the two Starks. She spent years as a doctor, biologist and was the leading researcher of medical intervention for enhanced individuals.

If anyone can help, it’s Tanya.

“Is she going to be okay?” Steve asks first, his eyes staying locked on your body.

“She will be,” Tanya answers with a sigh, “Had to pump her with enough suppressants to kill an elephant and I still am, her healing factor makes normal doses of anything ineffective,”

Steve nods, “She’s always been stubborn,”

“I’m still trying to figure out what it is that hydra put into that serum they gave her put..,” Tanya placed her tablet down on a table, turning to Steve, “Some things don’t heal, Steve,”

He looks at Tanya, concern in his eyes, “What do you mean?”

“She’s been through a lot and she remember a lot,” Tanya pointed out.

“I know that,” Steve states, “What happened to her, Tanya?”

The omega doctor stares him dead in the eyes, “It’s a biological response, she went into heat but as soon as your alpha pheromones were presented, it triggered,”

“Triggered what?”

“A response..,” Tanya began, “That only happens when an omega has been sexually assaulted,”

Anger, no, Wrath settled in Steve’s chest.

“Repeatedly,”

That’s the word that breaks his demeanor, Steve marches away and grabs the closest thing. A table full of medical supplies gets sent into the wall, Tanya would have ripped into him in any other scenario but instead she’s silent, watching as he inhales and exhales deeply.

She knows it’s not enough to calm him. Steve remembers the first time he saw you after you were freed, how broken you’d looked. Damn it. He should have known. He should have done something.

Tanya finally speaks, softer, “Steve, she needs time.”

He looks up, a flash of desperation in his eyes. “How do I help?”

“Let her heal, don’t force the bond,” Tanya tells him, “Give her support, she needs companionship before she needs a mate,”

—

Your heat lasts six days before your body finally settles and the sedatives are wearing off. You’re barely conscious when it finally ends, bleary eyes taking in the hospital cell. You don’t notice much of the omega doctors that come in and check on you before leaving.

But in the compound, Steve is quietly waiting. He’s waiting for Tanya to give him the go ahead, saying that your fine to have an alpha around. After that discussion with the doctor, Steve knew you needed more, you needed something that wasn’t just him.

When Tanya gives him the go ahead, he stands patiently at the doctor to the cell.

You look a little bit better, still pale with IV’s attached to your arm but your sitting up, munching on a slice of pumpkin bread that no doubt, Lottie had sent you.

“Hey,” He whispers.

“Hey..,” You whisper back, voice hoarse.

“I got something for you,” Steve confesses.

You smirk, weakly, “I’m not accepting a damn wedding ring, Steve,”

He chuckles, it’s a low sound but you can hear it. For once, you aren’t assaulted by his usual scent. It’s as if he’s using scent blockers.

Steve whistles and you raise an eyebrow, before something walks up beside him. It’s a dog, standing to his knee. A big fluffy, golden retriever with a blue and white collar around it’s neck.

The dog sniffs the air before it marches up to you, sitting beside the hospital bed and waiting patiently.

Your eyes widen at the sight of the dog, now wagging his tail eagerly beside you.

“You.. got me a dog?”

“Yeah,” Steve smiles, heart warmed at how you looked at the animal, “I thought he might help you, his name’s Captain,”

Even you chuckle at the name before reaching out your hand, gently patting the dogs head. It leans into your touch before jumping up, tail wagging and laying his head in your lap.

As if sensing your hesitation, Captain nuzzles your hand again with a gentle whine, clearly asking for attention.

You start to pet his ears before softly scratching the top of his head.

“Hey, there, Captian,” You whispered, slowly relaxing, “What’s your story, huh?”

Steve takes a step closer, keeping his voice low, “He’s a service dog, Dove. He’s trained to help omegas with anxiety and PTSD, he’s here to help,”

You glance up at Steve, eyes glistening slightly. There’s a vulnerability around you but Steve doesn’t push, he stays in his place.

There’s a subtle shift in the air, a crack in your carefully built walls. Steve’s kindness, his loving nature, it’s getting to you.

And he’s being patient. Understanding.

“Well, I guess.. I can give it a try,” You say, still patting the dog’s head, “Thank you, Steve,”

“We’re both here for you,” Steve slowly sits in the chair beside your bed, “How ever you need us,”

As Captain playfully tries to steal some of your pumpkin bread, you finally let out a tiny purr. It’s barely audible but it’s there, deep in your chest and coming to life, a part of you that had been suppressed for so long.

It was a sign that you were slowly healing and that was a small victory.

Steve watches you hug the dog, a smile on his face and eyes full of adoration. He could wait, after all, you had waited for him for a whole century.

[holylulusworld]

Second-Hand

Summary: He only wants you.

Pairing: Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega (fem) Reader

Warnings: mentions of rejection, scenting, a/b/o, mentions of feral alpha, fluff

Written for @caplanbuckybarnes Weekly Writing Challenge #4.

I chose the prompt: "The scar on my neck? My Mate broke our bond and left me."

The alarm is so loud you can barely think. Red lights indicate that something terrible must’ve happened at the Avengers Tower.

“Y/N,” Bruce storms inside the laboratory, searching for you. “I need to get you out of here. It’s the Captain. He’s out of control.”

“Captain America is out of control?” You worriedly look at Bruce. “What happened? What do we do now?”

Bruce grabs your hand to guide you out of the laboratory. “We’ve got not much time left. His alpha took over and you are the only unmated omega in this building. The others try to keep him under control until I got you somewhere safe.”

“What did he do?” 

“He trashed his room and almost attacked Tony,” Bruce grabs your hand again to guide you toward the nearby elevator. “He’s growling like a beast. I fear he’s gone feral.”

“Feral,” you whisper. “If he goes feral, he’s lost forever. We need to help him. I need to help him. The world needs him. The Avengers need him.”

“Y/N, we can think of something after I brought you somewhere safe. We can’t waste more time.” Your boss tries to guide you toward the elevator, but you shake his hand off. “Y/N?”

“I can help him,” you say, and step away from Bruce. “I know you mean well, but people, especially alphas calm in my presence. I think it has something to do with my scent.”

“This is insane,” Bruce calls after you. It’s too late. You dash along the hallways, following Steve’s scent. It’s distinctive. No other scent ever lured you in or made your toes curl. 

“Where are you going?” Your boss is chasing after you now, desperate to stop you from making a grave mistake. “He’s going to hurt you! Y/N, please stop. Don’t do this.”

You’re unstoppable. Bruce may be the Hulk, but your instinct makes you run faster, and faster. You don’t know what you��re going to do when you find Steve, but you must help him.

“Y/N?” Tony asks when you push him out of your way. You stop right in front of the room they locked Steve in. You purr low in your throat and sniff at the door. “You need to get out of here. He’ll tear the door down if he scents you!”

It’s too late. Steve slams his body against the door, making it creak.

“OMEGA!” He growls your presentation. “Mine!”

“What happened? What caused him to lose control so easily?” You press your ear against the door to listen to his heavy breathing. “Mr. Stark. What happened?”

“He came back from a mission, pumped up with adrenaline. We couldn’t save them all,” Tony whispers to not rile Steve up even more. “We tried to calm down, but Steve was out of it. He blamed himself for losing two of the hostages - and then he scented you.”

“Me?” You don’t understand why your scent drove Steve up the wall. He never acted differently around you. 

Most of the time he gave you a short hello, and a genuine smile. You never talked for long. Only the usual interaction with someone working at the same place. He’s not one of your colleagues, and you are not one of the Avengers. It’s that simple.

“I’ll go inside and try to help him,” you move your hand to the door handle. “Whatever you hear, don’t come inside.”

“Y/N, you don’t know what a feral alpha is going to do to you,” Bruce finally caught up with you. He places his hand on your shoulder, but you shake it off.

“I know exactly what alphas are capable of,” you turn around to look at Bruce and Tony. “The scar on my neck?” You remove your scarf to show them the scar they didn’t dare to ask you about. “My mate broke our bond and left me. That’s all I got left of him.”

“A feral alpha is something else than a douche letting you down,” Tony tries to stop you, but you already unlock the door. “Y/N!”

“I told you to not interfere.” You slip inside the room and slam the door shut behind you. “Lock the door and don’t come in.”

Steve sits on the floor of the padded cell, cradling something that looks like the cardigan you’re missing. He sniffs at the fabric and purrs low in his throat. “Hi, Captain.”

He’s lost in his instinct, not even hearing your soft voice calling his name. 

You kneel on the padded ground and slowly move toward Steve.

“Steve, I need you to calm down and look at me.”

“Omega,” Steve dips his head. His eyes glow when your scent hits his sensitive nose. “Omega!”

He drops your cardigan to the ground and pounces on you. You try not to scream when he grasps you. He buries you under his body, holding your trembling form in a tight grip.

Unlike everyone expected, he’s surprisingly careful and gentle. Steve nuzzles you and sniffs at your neck. “Mine.”

“I once had an alpha calling me his mate. He was possessive and passionate until he found someone better. His true mate.”

“Mine,” Steve kisses the scar on your neck, focused on taking the pain of your broken bond away. “Omega.”

“If you want me, I must tell you that I was claimed before. He left me,” you close your eyes, and enjoy feeling Steve’s warmth surround you. “I’m secondhand.”

He nuzzles your scar. “I don’t care. You’re mine. I’m your alpha.”

“You’re my alpha.” 

Part 2

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[b0xerdancer-writes]

Bound Together Part 1

Alpha!Steve x Alpha!Bucky x Alpha! Sam x Omega!Reader

Summary: The Avengers are more than Earth's mightiest heroes, they are seen as one of the mightiest packs bound by years of loyalty, rivalry, trust, and love. When a new Omega joins the team, a friend of Natasha and Clint's as an Ex-SHIELD agent, it causes the trio of mated Alphas to panic and lose sleep. Shes caught not only the eye of the public, but of the alphas as well, and she might just be the key in strengthening the pack further.

Warnings: This is Omegaverse so all the warnings that come with that, I switch POVS twice, 18+ only on this as there is implied 18+content and this series will eventually have smut. This will be a bit of a passive aggressive slow burn.

Word Count: 11,409

Notes: This took me a bit to write and is my first time writing Omegaverse myself. I wanted to have a slower paced yet still getting the reader into the team dynamic as a good lil intro. Feedback is welcomed so are reblogs! Do not repost my work, the only other place i post fics on is AO3. This will eventually get added to a series masterlist/Avengers masterlist. Inspired to write this by the The Sun, the Moon and the Stars series by @crazyunsexycool, go read it!

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In the eyes of the world, the Avengers were more than just Earth’s mightiest heroes-they were Earth’s mightiest pack, years of working together having forged unbreakable bonds rooted in instinct, loyalty, and love for one another. It was no secret that while the strength of the pack was an unmovable force of unity the reason the bonds within the pack were so strong was because of the intricate web of mates and sibling-like bonds, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, and Sam Wilson were a formidable trio and example of the strength of bonds within the pack since all three being Alphas mated to one another, while other known mates were Natasha(Alpha) and Bruce(Omega), Tony(Omega) and Pepper(Alpha) who the pack had come to see as a mom like figure despite her rebuttal she was in fact not the mom friend of the group, and Wanda(Omega) and Vision(Alpha). While mating bonds were a strong presence in the pack, sibling bonds were just as rampant: Nat and Clint(Beta), Tony and Bruce, Tony and Rhodey, Sam and Clint, just to name a few considered each other with a sibling like point of view. Every bond formed within the pack made it stronger and more complex, they were one massive family that the public couldn’t help but to envy for one reason or another but also adore for just as many reasons. 

In the eyes of the public the Avengers and their pack had made leaps and bounds in the world that was secondary genders; Natasha was a leading figure in the Alpha female world and Tony in exchange was a leading figure in the Omega male world, both having set up clinics and safe spaces for their designations. Clint was a prime example how Betas still had a place in a pack dynamic as the main person to calm everything down when emotions were rampant on everyone's sides and Steve, Bucky, and Sam were Icons of same designation relationships even if two out of the three didn’t really know to what extent. Everything the Avengers did as a pack from public appearances to missions that had been recorded by bystanders was on observation, life in the compound was their break away from all of it; needless to say the public took notice when a new face popped up consistently with the already gigantic pack. 

Whispers and rumors spread like wildfire, “What was her palace in the pack?” or “What designation is she?” to “Do you think she has a mate on the team and if so who?”, speculation went rampant almost overnight about who the new member could possibly be. It wasn’t long before Cap and Tony were making an announcement about the newest member: An Omega, an ex-SHIELD agent like NAt and Clint, who was close with both of the other ex-SHIELD agents. They had announced her hero name as ‘Lynx’, an enhanced individual that was a force to be reckoned with just like the rest of the pack, when questioned about her abilities she had answered questions as minimally as possible, anxious to be put in front of the millions of fans who all wanted to know about her: the nickname had come from Fury as a joke about her enhanced feline like abilities and reflexes that also made her a master of stealth , on top of her ability to withstand extreme cold Fury saw her as an invaluable stealth asset.

When her name went public news articles had begun to pop up left and right about her history, when Natasha had leaked all of SHIELD’s files to the public Lynx’s files had been in there too.  Though the public quickly became used to her as an Avenger and a familiar face she was most often with Natasha and Clint at the beginning of her time with the team, though the chatter about her quickly picked back up when it was noticed she had started becoming a regular presence, both in public and on missions, with the trio of mated alphas; chatter and gossip about how the three alphas might have finally found someone to balance their dynamic, though when Steve read the article aloud to the other two in the private darkness of their shared bedroom one night before they all passed out he couldn’t help but to think of just how on the nose that article was. Sam and Bucky had agreed with Steve, it was on the nose and they just had to figure out how to get the Omega to agree to court them, since her presence and scent were nagging on all three of them since they had met her; it didn’t seem that thought about making her their Omega was going to leave any of their hindbrains anytime soon either. 

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Natasha and Clint had returned late one night, tipsy and in good spirits, after they had canceled on a pack movie night. They had walked in on a showing of The Hobbit since it was Bucky’s night to pick a movie and he had just found out there was a film adaptation of it, which had resulted in Tony pausing the movie to pick a bone with the two who had walked in coffees in hand and laughing like mad men.

He had perked up from his spot squeezed against Pepper in the corner of the massive double sectional U-shaped couch, turning to look over the back at them as he cleared his throat; the rest of the pack rolling their eyes at his nosiness. “So, where have you two been? I think we deserve a reason as to why you both canceled at the last minute. Even your mate won’t tell us why Nat and that is just plain mean Red.” 

Nat laughed, actually Laughed and it had Bruce perking up over the couch from his spot on the floor in front of the couch, he always liked her laugh and it was rare for one to come so unprompted. “We had a friend who came into town late last night, we haven't seen her since SHIELD so we went out for some drinks, grabbed some coffee, and then we walked her back to her apartment. She lives in town but often travels for work so she's rarely here in town at the same time as both Clint and I. If you must know Tony, you nosey omega, that's where we have been.”

Tony nodded satisfied but it had gotten Steve’s attention. “Since SHIELD? I’m assuming she was an agent like you?” 

Nat nodded. “Yeah, she's been doing private ops stuff for Fury since SHIELD fell and we have been pestering here about putting in a transfer to join our team, she's an omega who's enhanced, so I figured she would fit right in here.”

All of the Omega’s perked up at the thought of having another Omega around, there was far too many Alphas in the tower compared to Omegas and Betas, though it was Tony who with a sly smirk plastered on his face extended the invitation. “Well, if you think she should be on this team you should bring her around. Introductions should be in order especially if she's gonna keep stealing you two away from pack nights. If we like her we can keep her.”

Clint snorted at Tony’s tone and wording like she was a stray animal in need of a home, in fact he had to take a sip from his coffee to prevent himself from laughing at the image of his friend looking like a stray dog, giving them puppy dog eyes and standing soaking wet in the rain, even though he knew she was fine where she was at and didn't want to intrude on an already heavily bonded pack.

Nat nodded, taking a sip from her own iced coffee. “Then I’ll extend an invitation, when were you thinking Tony since it's your idea?”

Tony hummed, faking that he had to think it over. “Tomorrow night, think of it as a birthday present for myself from you. If  I like her, we can keep her. Deal?” 

Clint snorted, amused. “She's not a stray to take in Tony.”

Tony tilted his head away, as he settled back into his spot. “We will see about that, if I like her we keep her, Fury be damned. Now deal?”

Nat nodded, placing a hand on Clint’s shoulder as a sign they would not win this argument. “Deal.”

Tony nestled back into the red blanket around him, turning his attention back to the movie, a smug smirk on his face. The rest of the team  chuckled amongst themselves, turning back to the movie themselves. Though to Steve, Sam, and Bucky, the latter of which was nestled between the two other alphas, were all on edge; Whatever the cold snow-like scent that hung on Natasha and Clint had made them all perk up, they could only assume it was the scent of the friend the two had mentioned, had their attention and had them on edge for a reason they couldn’t quite place. 

Once the movie concluded everyone stood, with some yawns, and shuffled off to their own apartments with some faint goodnights. Steve and Bucky lingered for a moment as Sam slowly stood, rolled his shoulders and popped his neck; he looked over his shoulder at the other two with a worried look, steve offered him a smile and stood while pulling Bucky with him, herding the two men towards the elevator so they could return to their own private apartment. When they had all finally curled up into the oversized bed of the central bedroom they all shared, none of them found fruitful sleep, tossing and turning or finding their dreams haunted by the scent lingering just out of reach. 

Sam had given up on getting any sleep when he woke up for the third time in an hour, slinking into the small kitchen while the two giants tossed and turned, his shirt clung to his skin just enough for it to annoy him and with an aggravated growl he pried it off and tossed it to the couch. He was getting short tempered and he sighed in annoyance at the fact, he hadn’t been like this in a while, since he had first started having the PTSD nightmares that would keep him awake at odd hours of the night; he settled on a cup of coffee but the pale light of the stove showing 3 am reminded him it was going to be along day so he settled for setting it to an extra strength brew.  Popping the small pod into the machine and pulling one of his cups down from the cabinet left him even more impatient and annoyed. When he finally settled onto the leather couch in the living room and was able to down half the cup in a matter of seconds he flicked on the Tv for some background noise to distract him, barely having the sound up high enough for him to just pick up on it he settled in for a long morning.

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He must have fallen asleep cause he was pulled from his sleep by Friday calling out for everyone to gather in the conference room, by order of Pepper; Steve was in the kitchen with a mug in hand looking towards where the small speaker was set in the center of the island counter looking like he had just got back from a run, Bucky stood in the hallway with a towel over his shoulders, his hair damp, and his boxers slung low on his hips, clearly fresh out of the shower. All three of them groaned, Steve setting the cup back on the counter defeatedly, Bucky turned around back towards the bedrooms to get dressed, and he found where his shirt had landed half under the throw pillow and half over the arm of the couch and pulled it back over his head. He stood from the couch and stepped into the kitchen behind Steve, planting his forehead between the blonde’s shoulders.

“Rough night?” Steve asked him in that concerned tone of his that could make you melt by how much he clearly cared.

“Yeah.” He answered with a half hearted hum, taking in the relaxing apple pie scent of the blonde that always seemed to soothe him. 

“Wanna talk about it?” Steve offered, he offered every time even when Sam wanted nothing to do with the particular dreams that often came with episodes like that.

“Maybe.” He mumbled.

“Just because you talk about something doesn't mean it will come back to get you.” Steve offered him that same in every time as well.

“Doesn't mean it will help either.” He sighed, and Steve turned around to pull him into his arms. The same dance they did everytime that these dreams plagued Sam.

“You don’t have to, if you really don’t want to.” Steve sighed himself, saddened to see one of his mates sp distraught.

Sam stayed quiet for a second. “That Omega Nat and Clint mentioned, did you notice how strong her scent was on them?” 

Steve nodded. “Yeah, it didn't seem like anyone else on the team did though.”

Sam nodded a yeah with a sigh. “That's the thing, why were we all affected by it so much? It was in my sleep too, but you two wanted nothing to do with me and were too busy chasing after that scent.”

Steve cupped his face and made the shorter male look up at him with a sad smile. “Hey, none of that now. You know I’m not going anywhere, especially just for some Omega tail when I’ve got you and Buck. You two know you’re my world.”

Buck walked back in that moment, Sam’s shoes in hand and dressed in his work out clothes, he frowned. “You guys talking about that Omega that’s coming tonight?” 

Steve and Sam both nodded.

Bucky sighed, moving to sit on the couch and gestured for Sam to come put his tennis shoes on, nodding between Steve and Sam as he spoke. “Why is it affecting us so much? Scents haven’t followed me into my sleep since I first saw you after you took the serum and since I first met you.”

Steve leaned against the island as Sam joined Bucky on the couch to slide his shoes on, before the serum he hadn’t even presented yet and he reasoned he probably would have been a beta back then but the serum had kick started the gene into presenting as an Alpha, which he was thankful for since he had two true mates. “I don’t wanna be the one to suggest it but do you think there's a possibility since it has affected all three of us she's ours?”

Buck shook his head as he stood with his arms crossed, shutting down the idea immediately. “An Omega? No. Definitely not. It's probably just because her scent was lingering on a packmate, I mean we haven’t even seen her, how could you confirm something like that from a scent alone.” 

In truth Bucky didn’t think that, even if it was true she was their true mate, that he deserved an Omega when it had taken a lot of work between the three of them already for Bucky to feel he deserved the other two. Sam tied his laces and stood, shifting back and forth before leaning into Bucky’s side to comfort the brunette.

“Hey it's okay Buck, just suggesting reasons, you're right we can’t assume anything like that without meeting her first. Sorry. Neither of you need to be worried, I’ll be by your sides all night as long as I have a say in it.” Steve soothed as Friday called out for their attendance again.

Bucky and Sam relented and Steve pressed a quick kiss to both of their foreheads as he ushered them out of the door of the apartment. In truth he had always been the dreamer of the group, he had always had an abundance of hope and an abundance of love to give; he was thrilled to have two mates to share with and when Bucky had mentioned possibly having a third even if it was indirectly mentioned he had to admit he had gotten kind of excited with the prospect especially if said prospect was an Omega of all things. Though he knew Sam was just afraid of losing him and Buck like he had lost his air force pack and that Bucky still had moments where he felt he didn’t deserve any of the things currently in his life and that meant especially his mates, he knew the two would be jumpy with the thought of another mate since it would be something else for Sam to lose and for Bucky to feel he didn't deserve but he almost hoped it was in fact the reason the scent had affected them so much since he reasoned it would give Buck a reason to feel he deserved it and would give Sam somewhere to direct the protective nature without it building up since he rarely got to be protective over Steve and Bucky; and for him he would finally get to satiate that part of his brain that got almost envious if not desirous when he would watch any of his Alpha packmates scent their Omegas in whatever various ways they did it, not that he couldn’t do that with Sam and Buck it just wasn’t the same since his scent didn't stay on them and it never fully satisfied that little voice in his hindbrain. 

Steve was pulled from his thoughts as they made it to the conference room, most of the other Avengers were there save Wanda, Vision, and Thor, though they could hear the latter coming as he conversed with Jane on the phone the team had finally gotten him to use and that said female had taught him to use. The three practically fell into their chairs, half exhausted, Steve had probably gotten the most sleep that night since the only issue he was running into was the other two not sleeping well. 

It took maybe another 15 minutes for the missing members to appear, Vision had to wrap Wanda in a blanket and carry her into the conference room since it was probably about 2 hours before the woman was normally up, it was seven am now and she normally did not show her face until about nine, and she definitely didn’t look pleased by the fact she was currently awake. As soon as everyone was in their places Pepper started passing around itineraries of how the rest of the day and the night would go. Interviews, a speech from Tony, there would be a makeup crew set up on the lower levels of the compound for those who didn't want to bother to get camera ready themselves, they would meet back up around 2:30 PM for last checks, and to go over limo assignments since Natasha and Clint were splitting off to get Lynx, they would be out the door at 2:30 and the rest of the team would be out the door at 3 to arrive at the conference hall at 3:30 and Natasha had pointed out the three of them wouldn’t arrive till 4, to which all Tony had to say was “Better make an entrance then.” 

Pepper passed around bagels and tubs of cream cheese for the team to eat, since that's what Tony decided he wanted for his birthday breakfast and once everyone had eaten Pepper dismissed them all to finish their morning routines and to get ready before herding Tony back up to their apartment. Everyone slowly trickled back out of the conference room till just the three alphas remained. 

“I need to shower.” Steve groaned

“So do I.” Sam sighed himself, still feeling the phantom of sweat on his skin from the night prior.

“Seems like I beat you two on that front then.” Bucky teased as he was the first of them to stand. “Guess I’ll try to squeeze a nap in then while you two are in the shower.”

Bucky held the door open for the other two as all three of them filed into the elevator, when they got back to their floor slash apartment he curled up on the couch with the blanket Steve had covered Sam in earlier while the other two crowded into the shower with the excuse they might as well save some water. It was around noon when Happy brought everyone up sandwiches for lunch from one of Tony’s favorite sub places, Steve and Sam had since piled up on either side of Bucky watching some movie Buck had no interest in since he had easily missed the first half of the plot. When they finally finished eating they had finished the movie and then decided they had better start getting dressed for the party now so they could make a good impression on the new Omega and everyone else that would be there of course, especially the interviewers that would be there and for no other reason obviously. They had split up, each retreating into their private rooms to get dressed without further distractions. 

Steve had stood in front of his closet for 15 minutes trying to decide on which of the neatly pressed suits he wanted to wear before he finally decided on a navy one and pairing it with a pristine white button up. He sifted through his ties unable to decide on which one he figured would match the best giving each often a few minutes longer of consideration before shaking his head, the cycle repeated till he huffed and settled on a plain navy one as well figuring the tie bar that Bucky had given him with matching cufflinks would suffice; the bar and cufflinks had been made out of some of the vibranium of Bucky's old arm and the brunette had asked Stark to turn it into an anniversary gift for Steve one year.  Though at the thought of the cufflinks he couldn’t find them or remember where he had last set them down at. 

 He stepped back into the shared bedroom and shuffled through the drawers and end tables there incase he had put them there but to no avail, he started to panic a bit and figured he would check his room one more time, though on his return trip Sam’s door was open and he stopped in the other Alpha’s door frame with an exasperated look on his face as Sam was buttoning up the sleeves of a white undershirt. “Have you seen where I put those cufflinks Buck gave me?” 

Sam met his eyes in the mirror, “In your office I think, have you checked your desk yet?” 

Steve took a few strides forward into his room, placing a quick kiss to the other Alpha’s cheek before stepping back out in a rush, “You're a lifesaver Sam.”

Sam offered him a lopsided grin and shot the blonde a wink. “I know it, what would you do without me oldman.”

Steve laughed and rushed down to his office, a room rarely used anymore, to find the cufflinks on a small glass nick nack tray Peter had given him and sighed in relief as he fastened them on, now all he had to worry about was what to do with his hair. Should he slick it back neatly? Let it be a little messy? Run his hands through it with some pomade to give it a kind of tousled yet neat and slick look somewhere between the other ideas he had?

Prior to Steve’s intrusion Sam had been pacing around his room, two suits held in front of him as he debated between them, holding them up in front of him back and forth on repeat until he finally settled on a sharp burgundy one and pairing it with a white button up. Saying screw it to a tie since he didn't want to even fuss with that or the constricted feeling of them in such a large crowd, he did however out on some nice silver cufflinks his sister had given him years ago though he did noticed he fiddled with getting the small metal pieces just right before Steve’s interruption drew his attention from the cuffs.

Bucky seemed at a lost, why he cared so much he had no clue, he had tried on a couple suits he thought would look fine but there was always something off about it that had Bucky peeling the thing right back off unable to decide if he wanted to keep a rugged look or seem a bit more polished tonight, he had been staring at himself in the mirror for who knows how long, he had struggled to decide on a belt  of all things. He kept it simple with black slacks, he could pair any of his shirts and blazers with them and had finally settled on a plain black leather belt with gold hardware but on the subjects of shirts he was absolutely lost on what to wear. In an act of desperation he dug into the pack of his closet towards things he really never wore and ended up forgetting lived, thankfully him forgetting things that got put back there paid off when he found a black and gold corset style vest hung up; the thing was completely black with gold piping and boning, it reminded him of his arm and that was probably why he owned it but he didn’t remember when he got it or if someone had given it to him, he paired it with a simple black undershirt. He slipped into the small attached bathroom and pulled his hair half up, a thing both Steve and Sam had done at some point while playing with his hair. 

None of the men had really realized just how long they had taken piecing themselves together to perfection until Friday was practically yelling at them to get their asses downstairs to the pack living room, the team had been waiting long enough for them that Nat and Clint had already left to go get their friend. They all awkwardly piled into the elevator making small compliments about how the others looked, figuring they were due for off-handed comments from the rest of the pack when they made it to the main room it was best to get the nice compliments between eachother out of the way.

Once the elevator dinged the three men shuffled out into the staring crowd awkwardly. The team was gathered in the common room with everyone looking sharp and collected in their party outfits, the room was abuzz with anticipation and excitement. Tony was leaned against the back of the couch in a red, gold, and white tux with a bowtie that mimicked his iron man suit; as the three alphas joined the small group of people he offered them a teasing raised brow and a smirk before he clapped his hands together to get everyone’s attention.

“Alright everyone, listen up please.” Tony began, “First of all,thanks for making an effort to look good tonight. You all clean up well though I am a bit concerned with the Shield cufflinks there Steve, a bit on the branding nose there, don’t you think?” 

Steve rolled his eyes but offered the shorter Omega a grin. “They were a gift from Buck, I like them.”

“A gift, sure.” Tony joked back, “but try not to overwhelm anyone with your patriotism yeah?” 

Steve rolled his eyes and the room chuckled, the light banter easing any lingering nerves. Tony’s eyes swept over the team, landing on Sam and Bucky, who were both standing close to Steve but looking more anxious than normal. He knew neither male was a big crowd person so they were normally anxious with parties and gatherings but this was unusual even for them.

“Now here's the thing,” Tony continued, his tone shifting to something more playful yet stern. “We have a special guest tonight-Nat and Clint’s friend, you’ll notice they have left ahead of us to go and get her. I’m sure you’re all very excited to meet her as a possible new member to our team and pack. And by ‘you’re all’ I specifically mean you three.” He shot a pointed glance at Steve, Bucky, and Sam. “You three have been acting like nervous highschoolers before prom.”

Sam opened his mouth to protest but Tony held up a finger. “Uh-uh.” He tutted. “Don’t even try to deny it. You three took exceptionally long to get ready, Friday said all three of you were fussing over your suits and hair longer than I do. You’re all acting like you have something to prove, or something you’re showing off for.”

Bucky crossed his arms, a mix between a frown and a pout on his face. “You told us to make a good impression.”

Tony’s smirk widened. “Since when do you listen to me? But on another note: Exactly! I wanted to remind you all- especially you three- to keep it cool tonight. We are here to have a good time and relax, not to scare the poor girl away.”

He paused, letting his words sink in for a minute before continuing with a more serious tone. “Look, I’ve seen her file, and trust me, she’s got some serious skills. If she likes the pack and we like her, I’d actually like to keep her around. So, on that note, no weird behavior, no intense staredowns, and definitely no overprotective Alpha nonsense tonight. Capisce?”

Steve, Sam, and Bucky exchanged looks between each other, each of them a little more self-aware now as Tony called out their tendencies. Steve finally nodded, a small smile tugging at his face as he covered Sam’s mouth who he could feel asking Tony why it was directed at them more so than the rest of the pack. “We’ll behave Tony. Just for you.”

“Good, because I’d hate to see her run for the hills before dessert is even served and before I get to do my big speech tonight.” Tony chuckled, his tone back to its playful lilt. “Now, let’s get out there and show everyone why I throw the best parties and why the Avengers are the best pack. We have a 30 minute drive ahead of us. Separate into your limo buddies.”

With that, Tony gave them all an approving nod and led the way to the elevator with Pepper on his arm. The team followed, the atmosphere not as charged with nerves with Tony’s words lingering in the back of their minds.

+

Tony had booked a conference hall in the middle of New York, a 30 minute drive from the Avenger’s compound, that was packed to the brim with guests inside and paparazzi outside. Tony and Pepper were the last ones out of the limos right after Steve, Sam, and Bucky who all tried their best to give the cameras what they were looking for but rushed through so Buck wasn’t in the camera sights too long and the paparazzi could get to the star attraction already. 

Inside the room was packed and Steve could have sworn he had seen Hank McCoy talking to Charles Xavier since both men were friends of Tony’s as respected scientists and inventors like he was. The three were tense as they scanned the crowds, almost like they were looking for someone else but Bucky beelined it towards the drink table; not that it would affect him but having something in his hand to fidget with even if he got separated from his mates alleviated some of social anxiety. Sam and Steve are hot on his tail, picking up their own drinks when all three of them get bombarded by some interviewer to comment on same designation relationships, Steve manages to corral the conversation mostly towards himself since Bucky hated being interviewed and Sam didn’t like being put on the spot about this kind of thing; but just as he started commenting on a rather invasive question the attention of the entire crowd was pulled towards the entrance. 

Arriving 10 to 15 minutes after the group was Natasha, Clint, and their Omega friend; Nat and CLint flanking her like protective guard dogs as she strolls between them with a graceful confidence that has all three men mesmerized. Dressed in a simply stunning backless of the shoulder draped sleeves, black silk gown that glittered under the lowlights, making her seem practically ethereal to the three alphas.

Tony slides up beside Steve with a knowing smirk as he pours a bit of a drink for himself as he reminds them: “No weird Alpha behavior.” before slipping away back towards Pepper.

The three tensed, at the immediate overwhelming scent like that of fresh snow, vanilla, and sweet juniper berries; their instaints screamed at them and Steve's heart was in his throat, Bucky shifted closer to the other two males to fight off the urge to immediately glue himself to her side, and Sam was in some of the worst shape between the three of them if the heat flooding to his face and his complete freeze up was any indication, glances between all three of them were exchanged to make sure the others are just as affected as themselves and when Steve clears his throat all three of them equally heated in the face hide behind taking a drink. 

The room that was frozen lights up with an energetic buzz, the interviewer from earlier scampering off to figure out what the story is about this new girl who was escorted by two avengers. Steve and Bucky are able to pick up on some guests conversations as they whisper between each other and interviewers trying to get the threes attention, with wonders of who she was, what her role was with the grand pack, if she was a new member, why they hadn’t seen her before, etc; it exhausted them to hear the barrage of questions and they could only wonder how she didn’t already seem exhausted by it.

Steve, Sam, and Bucky try to distract themselves from her lingering presence, all parting ways to talk with someone they knew, even if that meant Bucky was in the corner talking to Wanda and Vision just trying to stay hidden, Sam was off talking to Rhodey the two had bonded over war stories, and Steve was talking to another Alpha both males were familiar with, Sharon Carter, congratulating her on her recent bonding with Maria Hill.

 Sam can hardly focus on the details of what Rhodey is saying, something about how he was bunkered down on one of his tours, and it bothers him when he realizes the entire reason he is distracted from the conversation is that scent. 

Rhodey touches his shoulder softly as he fidgets with his glass, a blank stare as he nodded along to whatever the other man was saying. “You okay Sam? You seem a bit out of it, did I say something that brought back something?”

Sam shook his head and sighed. “No it's not you Rhodes, does anything scent wise smell off around here to you? Like one stronger than the others?”

Rhodey sniffed the air, his nostrils flaring before he shook his head. “No, not particularly, there's too many scents to really pinpoint one unless I was trying to find my mates, why?”

SAm shifted from one foot to the other. “Have you ever had one scent stand out to you so strongly that it haunts you even in your sleep?”

Rhodey gave him a confused look. “Only my wife’s. Why? Steve and Bucky’s scents are a bit too strong in your sleep or something?”

“No,” Sam shrugged exasperatedly. “Nat and Clint brought their friend tonight, the one who is supposed to be joining the team right?” 

Rhodey nodded trying to understand the other man’s meaning. “Well they came in with her scent on them the other day and it's been in my face since then, I barely slept last night man.”

Rhodey raised a brow and smirked. “Think ses your mate? That’s a pretty common thing for true mates.” 

Sam shook his head. “No I already have two, three would just be absurd.”

“Would it? For the exact same reasons you just said.” Rhodey shrugged, taking a sip of his own drink. “ You already have two, would it really be that crazy for a third?”

“You are not helping the case here man.” Sam huffed, taking another swig from the cup in his hands.

Though he let his eyes wander as Rhodey laughed, finding her nestled between Natasha and Clint talking with Bruce and eagerly shaking his hand. If it was bothering him like this and Rhodey had suggested the same thing Steve had, was it really that absurd the three men might have a third mate out there somewhere, that it might be her?

+

Wanda was anxiously yapping away, Vision was trying to calm her but Bucky found it endearing that she was just as uncomfortable in social situations as he was and was trying to calm both of their nerves.

“What do you think of her from here?” Wanda asked, slotting herself between Vision and Bucky. 

The three watching her as Tony made himself the first to greet her, Bruce joining them quickly happy to see Natasha again and shaking the other two omega’s hands. Bucky’s hand flexed around the glass, involuntarily, though he's aware that noise of the glass straining is an indicator of his tension and he is quick to swap out which hand is holding onto the drink. 

“She seems nice, though she seems to definitely have a presence.” Bucky mutters as he takes a drink.

“You think so?” Wanda asks with furrowed brows and a tilted head.

“If I may put in my two cents, I believe that is only because of the fact the crowds weren’t expecting her and we were.” Vision chimed in, happy to be included.

“No,” Bucky scowled, “that’s not it, cause the attention on her is dying down and she's already been rushed off to meet Pepper, and I guess see Clint’s wife and kids again with how Lila threw her arms around her neck. You could still find her in the crowd without trying, I guess I don’t get how she's good at spy work when she can hold the room's attention like that.” He grumbled watching the new omega squat down to hug Lila before moving over to see Nathaniel with a smile on her face as she cooed at babe in a small baby tux.

Wanda stepped in front of him, a smug smile on her face and her arms crossed. “I think its just you buddy, no one else in the crowd is staring her down as intently as you are. Maybe Steve and Sam but their looks are fleeting. You sir are enraptured, bewitched, enthralled. Vis what are other words quick!” 

“Uh, captivated, enamored, hooked, attra-” Vision started before Bucky interrupted.

“Okay I get it.” He grumbled into another drink. 

“Soooo?” Wanda looked up at him expectantly.

“So, what?” Bucky asked, confused.

“Why are you staring her down so intently, what about her has you so worked up?” Wanda asked excitedly.

“It’s nothing.” He muttered, trying to find Steve in the crowd.

“Well seeing as how you, Steve, and Sam have all been acting weird I know something’s going on, spill.” She sighed looking up at him expectantly.

Bucky shot her a look that said drop it but only made her smile and her eyes widen.

“Oh my god,” She started.

“No!” Bucky interjected.

“What?” Vision asked.

Wandas eyes darted between the new Omega and Bucky like she had pieced something together. “You think-”

“No! Nonononono. No.” Bucky interrupted, attempting to shut down the topic.

She turned to vision, stepping out of Bucky's reach. “He thinks she’s their mate.”

“Oh! Well that is very pleasant but you haven’t even met her yet, may I ask what it is that makes you believe so?” Vision looked down at his little excited Omega, who was practically vibrating in her place, an amused look on his face before looking back up to Bucky with an interested look on his face.

“I don’t, for that exact reason, but Steve does.” Bucky grumbled, knowing he was stuck in the conversation now.

“Well then let me rephrase that, why does Stece believe that to be the case?” Vision corrected himself.

“Her scent was lingering on Natasha and Barton last night, but it was strong enough none of you seemed affected but all of us barely got any sleep cause it followed us into our sleep.” He mumbled, finding Steve still talking to the two females. 

“And you aren’t convinced why?” Both of the mated pair at his side asked him in tandem.

“We haven’t met her in person one, and two is even if she’s Sam and Steve’s mate that would mean she's mine and I don’t deserve an Omega. I’ve hurt enough of them in my time as the Winter Soldier.” He sighed, he was still getting used to opening up to the pack.

“Then, if she is, make up for it.” Wanda gave him a pointed look. “But you won’t know unless you go talk to her. Go on.”

“Maybe.” He mumbled not liking getting called out by Wanda.

“Alphas.” Wanda sighed.

+

Steve was off. His entire composure was dangling by a string, he was hardly holding it together and it bothered him; he was trying to focus on the two women he called friends in front of them. He nodded along with a smile, chirping back an appropriate remark when it was necessary with his usual charm and speed; but as time went on he found himself floundering, taking longer than usual to find a word or make a remark, his entire being was just thrown off. He smiled, though it was a closed off one, unlike his usual smiles, and he clenched his jaw at how bothered the vanilla in the air made him; he had purposely put his back to her while talking to the other two women to try and ease his distraction because he really did want to congratulate the two, but in reality he felt it almost made the entire situation worse because of how one part of his brain seemed completely distracted on where she was and if she was okay. 

He didn’t need the two women in front of him catching onto what was going on, he knew, he just hoped his two mates were coming to the same conclusion. Oh, how he was thankful when he had to dismiss himself from Sharon and Maria at Tony’s beckon, giving the couple a final congratulations as he stepped away and turned to see Tony looking down at the Omega with a hand on her back as he led her towards the primary group of Avengers. 

“Duty calls ladies, again ladies congratulations.” Steve waved himself off, hurrying to find his spot between Sam and Bucky who both seemed just as off as he was feeling.

Tony begins to introduce her before he stops, “What am I doing, I am being so rude, my apologies im sure you want to introduce yourself.” 

She smiled, and chuckled, and her eyes glittered in the low light, and Steve felt like he could have melted right there, with how her voice sounded like heaven to him. Sam and Bucky tensed either side of him and he knew they were in the same boat as him, and he could have sworn the sudden wave of protectiveness he felt over all three of them was enough to knock him off his feet but he was still standing.

“Right obviously you know me, Nat, Clint, Pepper, and Bruce but the rest of these guys are the rest of the team and occasional allies depending on the situation.  Rhodey a good friend of mine like a brother to me, Scott and his girlfriend Hope two of our bug people and yes we have more, Thor and his girlfriend Jane, T’Challa I think you two would get along with the whole cat motif thing, Wanda and her mate Vision, Carol she stops by occasionally, the kid is Peter our other bug person but ultimately the coolest bug we have,” Tony begins introducing everyone with banter to make everyone laugh as she shakes hands with everyone.

“And these three brooding men are Sam, Steve, and Bucky. Don't worry they aren’t as scary as they seem, despite the staring thing they have been doing all night, I’m sure you felt their eyes on you.” Tony teased and she chuckled, Steve straightened himself out and stepped forward to shake her hand.

“Pleasure to meet you, miss. Steve-” He started, and his heart just about jumped out of his chest.

“I know who you are Cap, you don’t have to go out of your way to give the whole spiel, the pleasures all mine.” She offered him a smile back and the electricity he felt between them was enough for his confirmation.

The slightest dilation of her eyes, told him she had felt it too, it wouldn’t have been enough for anyone else to pick up on but he could have gotten lost in her eyes almost immediately so he had picked up on it. 

“Let me introduce my true mates then, although I'm sure you know them too since they are also Avengers.” Steve was floundering and he wanted to punch himself in the face so he would shut up. 

She nodded and Bucky and Sam stepped up, each male offering him a small touch to his back or sides. Steve pulled his hand away from hers and gestured to each man as he introduced them.

“James ‘Bucky’ Barnes, my first mate.” Steve started, and Bucky shot him a worried look out of the corner of his eyes at being the first one to be introduced, in all honesty Steve needed to see Bucky react to the inevitable that was there. 

“Pleasure to meet you doll.” He forced a small smile on his face as he shook her hand, and Steve’s eyes traced how Bucky’s grip tightened slightly and how his throat bobbed as he swallowed, taking that as the indicator Bucky had also felt the small jolt. 

“I’ve heard a lot about you from Natasha and Clint, they both said you were an amazing fighter, I look forward to maybe sparring with you one day.” She smiled at him and he felt like he stopped breathing all together.

“I’d like that doll.” Bucky nodded, passing her off to Sam so he could catch his breath from the constant static of energy between their hands.

“Sam Wilson, pleasure is all mine sweetheart.” Sam winked, shaking her hand, flirting being his go to in situations like this. 

She chuckled softly at his flirty comment and shook her head. “Flirting in front of your mates is bad practice Mr.Wilson.” 

“I can get them to flirt with you too if you’d like that.” He teased back, trying to not lose his cool as his whole body felt charged with energy, all exhaustion from earlier leaving his being.

“You are terrible Mr.Wilson.” She laughed.

“Sam is fine, hon, no formalities required.” He felt like he was losing it standing here, any longer and he would be practically vibrating in his spot.

Thankfully Steve pulled the conversation back to him and Sam could breathe again, shooting Bucky a concerned look who looked floored and stunned. 

“Let’s grab some drinks Buck.” He offered, and Bucky nodded quickly.

“Yeah, I’m just about out, could use a top off.” Bucky agreed joining Sam’s side as they scampered off towards one of the refreshment tables.

+

“Nat and Clint speak highly of you, how did you three grow to be so close?” Steve asked me, his blue eyes made it seem like he was actually interested in what I had to say but in truth he had kept glancing my way all night making sure his back was to me, it felt like he didn't really like my presence being there.

“We were put on several missions together, Clint and I joined at the same time, and I’m sure you've heard of what happened in Budapest though all three of us say different things happened there.” I smiled and nodded just trying to get through the conversation.

I liked the rest of the team, I really did but the three mated alphas had been glaring or staring me down almost all night, like they were uneasy about me. Earlier Bucky seemed like he was uneasy to even touch me and Sam seemed like he was ready to get as far away from me as possible despite the fake flirting. 

“I don’t want it to seem like I’m interviewing you or anything because that is not the case, just curious to get to know you, but uh, Natasha mentioned you were …enhanced, what kind of abilities did you …inherit, manifest… Is that a better word?” Steve stumbled; he wasn't good at the enhanced and mutant politics or how to address things when it came to that, even with Wanda.

“You can call me what I am Mr.Rodgers, Yes I am a mutant. It manifested when I was about eight or nine, uh, I have heightened reflexes, I always land on my feet, can withstand extreme colds, and I can walk almost completely silently which makes me good at stealth. My hero or code name or whatever you want to call it was a nickname from Fury I just kept.” I laughed awkwardly, I never liked putting my mutation front and center especially since I tend to blend in with other humans perfectly fine it wasn’t something I felt I needed to push or lead with.

“Apologies if I overstepped there, it's new to me.” Steve rubbed the back of his neck like he was honestly unsure of how he should have addressed it.

“You didn't, I'm just not someone who is normally very forward with the fact I have a mutation.” I smiled back trying to relieve him of some awkwardness.

“What do you do for hobbies? Any interests, a training regiment? How do you unwind?” Steve asked, changing the topic quickly.

+ 

She smiled and answered but Steve wanted to beat himself up for how uncomfortable he had probably made her asking about her mutation, it honestly intrigued him but he just didn’t know how he was supposed to address things like that. Though the two are quickly separated as Nat shoots him a look, sweeping her back into the festivities. 

As the evening progressed Steve couldn't help but to keep tabs on where Nat had swept her off to next, always introducing her to someone else, he settled at a table with Sam and Bucky, not wanting to mention it too much when he noticed both males also keeping tabs on her. As much as they were trying to stay discrete Natasha’s warning gaze had them shrinking back into their chairs like scorned pups, though the second their eyes darted away Natasha had smugly smirked to herself. They thought they were being subtle, she chuckled to herself at their antics.

“Hmm? Everything okay Tasha?” The voice drew her out of her thoughts and looked down at her close friend who had been enthusiastically talking to Bruce about some science thing she wasn’t paying attention to.

“Yeah, everything’s okay, just thought of a funny joke.” Natasha waved it off, but shared a smug knowing look with Clint who was holding Nathaniel on his hip. 

The red head took two slices of cake off the table and handed one to her, and one to Bruce, before grabbing her own and  taking a bite from her own slice as she ushered them over to where Clint and his family were.

+

As the night drew to a close and the party was beginning to wind down, Tony called everyone over to the small stage to give his normal yearly speech. The avengers all turned their attention to him with smiles on their faces, he adjusted the mic to his height and set his champagne glass on the edge of a glass table beside him. The guests quieted as he cleared his throat, all eyes on the man of the hour.

“Alright, alright, you all know what time it is, the moment where I come up here and blabber about how great I am and all that, but if I could just have everyone’s attention for just a few minutes, I promise this time its not as self-centered.” Tony started, flashing his trademark grin. “First of all, I want to thank you all for coming out tonight. It’s not everyday a guy turns… lets just say another year wiser, alright?” The crowd chuckled and Tony’s grin widened. “But seriously, it means a lot to have all of you here-friends, allies, fans, and of course the best team a guy could ask for, even if we but heads a majority of the time.”

Tony’s gaze shifted to the team, a genuine warmth in his eyes. “You know, when I look back at everything we’ve been through, everything we’ve faced, it still amazes me that we’ve come through it all stronger than before. The battles we’ve fought in, saved the world more times than you could count on your fingers, and somehow we’ve managed to keep our sanity. Well, most of us anyways.” He winked towards the team, earning a few more laughs from the crowd.

“In all seriousness though, I couldn’t have done any of it by myself, without you guys. Steve, Sam, Bucky, Natasha, Clint, Bruce, Wanda, Vision, and everyone who has been a part of this crazy ride; you’re not just teammates, you’re family.” He nodded towards them with a smile on his face.

There was a brief pause as Tony looked down his glasses, his voice softening. “And then there’s Pepper.” His eyes found hers in the crowd, a sparkle in them and the complete adoration in her gaze left him feeling like the only man in the world. “Pep, you’ve been my rock, my voice of reason, and quite frankly the only reason I’m still standing here today. You’ve put up with more than anyone should ever have to, and you’ve done it with more grace and strength than I ever could. So I’m dedicating tonight to you and to all all the amazing things you’ve done, not just for me but for all of us.” 

Pepper smiled, her eyes glistening with welling tears, and Tony raised his glass slightly in her direction. “Here’s to you Love, and to many more years of driving you absolutely insane.”

The room erupted in applause and cheers, Tony took a moment to let the noise die down before continuing. “Now, before we wrap things up, there’s one more thing I want to share. You all know we’ve been through a lot as a team and a pack, I’d like to think we’ve grown stronger because of it. Well tonight I’m excited to announce that we’re about to grow a little stronger.”

Tony’s tone shifted to one of pride as he continued, “ We’ve got a new member joining our ranks. Someone who’s proven herself time and time again; who has the skills, the guts, and the heart to be one of us. Natasha and Clint already know her well, and after tonight I think it’s safe to say the rest of us are starting to see why they trust her so much.”

He paused for effect, then smiled warmly. “Ladies and Gentlemen, please join me in welcoming the newest member of the Avengers, Lynx.” 

The room filled with applause as Tony turned to beckon her on stage. “Come on up here, don’t be shy, you're part of the family now.”

Bucky, Steve, and Sam watched the way her hips swayed in that dress as she climbed the stairs into Tony’s awaiting outstretched hand. 

“We’re thrilled to have you with us,” His voice carried a genuine note of welcome. “We can’t wait to work with you and see what you’ll do next. So here’s to the future, to the newest member of our absolutely terribly dysfunctional family, and a thank you to Fury for giving into my birthday wish. Welcome to the team.”

The applause grew louder and Tony raised his glass one final time. “To Pepper, the Avengers, and of course: Me!” He declared, and the room echoed the toast.

Tony moved to set his glass back onto the table without looking, the room seemed to freeze as the glass started falling off the small side table; Steve about to rush forward before the glass inevitably broke and cut her as it shattered with her open toed wedge heels, but before Steve could even move she had the glass in her hands and not a drop split as she sat the glass back onto the center of the table. 

Tony’s eyes widened before he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, she simply smiled back at him as she turned to retreat back down the stairs. “Reflexes, they come in handy.”

The small action had Steve, Bucky, and Sam frozen on the spot, they knew Tony had read her file and said she would be useful but those reflexes had kicked in faster than either of the supersoldiers had. She climbed down the stairs to the waiting Natasha and Clint who patted her on her back, a small smile on her face as she tried to downplay the almost accident. She could feel the sets of eyes on her back and looked over her shoulder to be met with the three alphas staring her down, she shifted and busied herself with the conversation around her.

Steve wanted to punch himself in the face for the way she seemed to shrink in their gaze, making herself smaller between the Barton’s and Natasha; but at the same time knowing him and his mates affected her as much as she affected them almost made him  pride himself, then a second later he was beating himself up for thinking like a stereotypical alpha that he tried not to be. 

Bucky was impressed, Steve had been the only person he had ever seen move that quickly aside from himself, and he found himself wondering how those reflexes would correlate to other areas like sparring, or sparring. He wouldn’t let himself admit he was already thinking of having her in bed like he did with his other mates on the days regular sparring didn’t take that edge off and he needed a little bit more to keep his nerves balanced.

Sam was in the same boat as the other two but thinking less with his dick and more of how attractive she was in general and how impressive her brief show of skills had be, he could only imagine how she would move and fight on the actual battlefield; he reckoned that since she was a stealth master more so than Natasha or Clint were she adapted based on the circumstances, he would've put money on a bet that in their time at SHIELD the three probably had made their own bets on trying to beat her in stealth drills only to lose every time.

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Steve, Bucky, and Sam retreated to a corner with their tails between their legs. The crowd began to filter out slowly, Steve had begun to talk but it was Bucky who had interrupted him. “We need to talk about this later, clearly we are all being affected by this and we need to straighten this all out.”

The other two nodded in agreement, watching as Tony talked with the alluring female across the conference hall, fighting to take their eyes off her. The rest of the avengers were all regrouping after a little bit of last minute partying that resulted in Natasha being a little too lovey dovey with Bruce and all of Clint’s kids being asleep.

They were so deep in thought they didn’t hear Pepper walk up behind them or even start talking to them. “...to leave? Hey? You three even listening? No, no you are not.” She sighed before clapping between them, startling all three Alphas to attention. “Quit being star-struck by an Omega you have barely met and maybe pay attention. I asked if you three were ready to go? We are getting ready to leave. Please, have your heads on straight, shes coming back to the tower for the night since her apartment is 45 minutes from here instead of 30 minutes from here.”

The boys all scrambled to agree and within the next 15 or so minutes they were squeezing into the back of a vehicle, the other members of their team squeezing into their own. 

Steve popped his neck and stretched out in the vehicle as much as he could. “We really need to figure out why this is affecting us so much. When she touched my hand earlier it felt like static electricity.”

Sam nodded. “I felt that too but it was more like my entire body was wired with electricity despite how exhausted I was.”

Bucky growled under his breath, looking out the window at the passing lights. “It’s just ‘cause she’s new and mysterious and is being brought into the pack.”

SAm made a noise in disagreement. “You know that's not what this is Buck, I saw how affected you got especially when we went over to get drinks. You were staring out into space like you were lost in your head again. Whatever this is, it's different than just new, it's way more intense. Admit it Buck you felt something too.”

Bucky shot him a side long glare. “Okay fine, there was a tiny jolt, but not anything like you two were describing.”

Steve tried to diffuse the situation. “Whatever it is we have time to figure it out, it's not like we are in a rush. Whatever is leaving us all so tense and curious will take time to figure out until we get used to her being around and as a member of the pack we wont know if it is just cause she’s new or not.  We keep an eye on her till she's used to everything and be there if she needs anything. I don’t want her thinking we don't like her or don’t want her on the team or in the pack.” 

Bucky grumbled an agreement and Sam nodded, most of the cars were already here, Thor and Jane were the car ahead of them, and he was helping her out. By the number of cars pulling down into the parking garage there was only one car besides their’s missing from the fleet; probably Tony and Pepper since she had to finish arranging everything with the cleaning crew. The three trudged into the building, exhaustion finally settling into their bones and after shrugging off their party clothes all crashed into the large bed together.

On another floor Clint had escorted Lynx to her guest room on the main team communal floor of the tower. “I’ll be right back, let me go put Nathaniel down and grab Nat, Nat said she put some clothes in here for you earlier.”

“Kay, I’m gonna change then hurry back. I know you and Nat want all the gossip and know of what went on tonight.” SHe had smiled to Clint who nodded and rushed off.

+

I found the clothes Natasha had left for me folded neatly in the bathroom with a hairbrush and bathroom essentials, I changed into the pj set Nat loaned me: a silk set every member of the team probably had because it had little chibi versions of all the members on it and an old Shield training shirt. I brushed my teeth and my hair out, rinsing my mouth out with the sink water just as a knock sounded from the door.

I dried my mouth quickly before rushing over to open the door, a slightly tipsy Natasha leaning against the door frame and an amused Clint with his arms full of extra blankets off to the side of her.

“Hey! Get in here!” I stepped to the side and Natasha immediately threw herself onto the bed. Clint tossed the blankets onto the empty dresser before sitting down in an accent chair. 

“Spill! I gotta know what happened when You weren't beside me or Clint.” Natasha mused, fixing a pillow under her chin. “What do you think of the team? How do you think the night went?”

I shrugged. “I dunno, I don’t think Steve, Sam, and Bucky like me that much. Steve seemed really unsure, and Sam while he was flirting it seemed he wanted out of the conversation as fast as possible, and all Bucky did was grumble and stare at me really. I mean I shook his hand and talked with him a little bit but he rushed off with Sam.”

Nat smiled like she knew something no one else did. “Ehhhh, don’t think a thing of it, they like you don’t worry. Bucky wouldn’t have talked with you at all if he didn’t like you in the slightest. And Sam may be a flirt but he never rushes off unless hes actually meaning his compliments, and as for Steve you somehow managed to get under his facade and made him slip up. They like you don’t worry.” 

“If you say so, They just seemed to be keeping me in their sights like they were afraid I was gonna turn on someone all night.” I sighed, and Nat ruffled my hair.

“I mean it, they might be acting weird right now just because you are a new person, give it a few days hon, and it’ll be all normal.” Nat pointed out.

“How do you think it went with the rest of the team?” Clint questioned.

“I think it went okay, I liked Wanda, she seemed sweet.” I answered quickly.

“She’s excited to have another Omega around I bet. The Alphas outnumber the Omegas on this team. And seeing as the only other ones here regularly are Tony and Bruce, both of which are males, I think she's happy to have another female Omega around regularly.” Nat slurred slightly, but her point made sense.

“From what I could tell, it seemed like everyone on the team liked you, it seemed like you left everyone with good impressions.” Clint offered.

“You think so?” I asked.

“Yeah, I think so. The fact Bucky even talked to you is a sign of that.” Natasha had her eyes closed on the pillow, her words coming out slowly as she started to drift off.

“I better get her back up to Bruce before she passes out, Have a good night snowflake.” Clint stood. “Oh those blankets are for you, I grabbed them from the storeroom for you since I know Omegas are big on comfort. Feel free to keep them for when you move in.”

He helped Nat up from the bed and the two made their way back to the door. “Thank you Clint, have a good night, you too Tasha.” I smiled at them.

Natasha waved drowsily back. “Night Snow. Sleep well, see you in the morning.”

“Night,” Clint waved back as he closed the door behind him.

I stood and locked the door, picking up the blankets Clint had brought for me and began making a small temporary nest with them so I could get some decent sleep. My nerves were still going haywire at the thought of the three alphas having their eyes constantly on me, I honestly didn’t know how I had made it through the night with the constant heat under my skin at their gaze. I plugged in my phone and finally curled up in the nest of blankets, hopefully tomorrow wouldn’t feel as tense. I watched a few videos on my phone before I ended up falling asleep, thoughts of the three Alphas and their scents following me into my sleep.

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[mmimagine-40]

Pup Masterlist

ABO! Avenger AU. Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!FReader

While collecting fire wood Steve comes across a injured omega running from an alpha who's trying to force mate her. Steve takes her in and helps her in anyway he can. Maybe it was just the goodness of his heart. Or maybe its because seeing her and being around her just felt ...so right. Like she belonged by his side. His skin burning by just a slight touch of her. His heart beating so fast every time she looks up at him like that.

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For the sun, the moon and the stars -

Bucky - Oh no, I think I got a paper cut

Omega - Let me kiss it better Alpha.

*2 days later*

Bucky - Sam I need you to punch me in the face.

Sam and Steve - what's wrong with you Bucky 🤨😒

I’d like to think that he’d build up in those two days from the paper cut lolol. These alphas can be a little clumsy because they’re distracted by their omega.

Kiss it better

Trigger warnings: one punch is thrown, Bucky being clumsy

You heard a hiss of pain as you walked by the living room. Bucky was looking down at his finger.

“What’s wrong?”

“Paper cut. It’s no big deal.” Bucky says, giving you a smile.

“Let me kiss it better, Alpha.” You move around the coffee table and take his right hand. The cut was already healed so you press a kiss to each finger then his palm and finally his knuckles.

Bucky just smiles like a love sick fool before you walk away to continue doing what you were doing.

****

The next day Bucky was warming up something in the kitchen when he accidentally used his right hand to grab the pan out of the oven.

“Ow.” Bucky pulls his hand back and looks at it.

“What happened?” You pop up next to him.

“Burned my hand.”

“Let me kiss it better.” You take his hand and kiss his palm a few times. “Better?”

“Absolutely.”

“Good.” You say with a nod before walking away.

****

“Damn.” Bucky grits out while rubbing his elbow.

“Did you hit yourself?” You turn to look up at him.

“Yeah, why does getting hit on the elbow hurt so much.”

“Aw poor Alpha. Let me kiss it better.” You kiss his elbow and the. His cheek.

“Thanks Moonbeam.” Bucky smiles.

“You’re welcome my clumsy Alpha.”

Bucky smiles as you walk out of the room. Then he rushes to find Steve or Sam which leads him to the gym.

“Sam, Steve, one of you punch me in the face.”

Sam and Steve, who had been sparring, stop to look over at Bucky. They both have confused looks on their faces.

“We’re not going to punch you.”

“Speak for yourself, he ate all of the dessert Sunshine made yesterday.” Sam replies.

“Good use that anger and punch me really hard.”

“I’m not going to punch you babe.” Sam says with a shake of his head.

“Romanoff, punch me in the face.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” The red head walks up to Bucky and lands a hit right to the side of his mouth.

“Thanks.” Bucky says before running off.

Steve and Sam look at each other before going off to find Bucky.

****

“Oh my poor Alpha.” You cooed while sitting on Bucky’s lap with a bag of ice. “Is that better?”

“Buck what is going on-“ Steve stops in his tracks when he sees you straddling Bucky’s lap and fussing over him.

“Poor Bucky got hit in the face during training. I’m just icing his face.”

“Oh, ok.” Sam raises an eyebrow. “You know Buck, you can do that yourself.”

“It’s ok, I don’t mind doing it.” You reply with a smile. “He’s been hitting himself all week just so that I can give him some attention. Isn’t that right my love?”

Bucky goes completely crimson when he gets called out by you. You can only giggle in response.

“Let me kiss it better.” You murmur before placing a kiss just on the corner of his mouth.

“I think it would help him heal faster if he had more kisses.”

Both alphas sit on either side of Bucky and they both lean in to kiss his cheeks at the same time. Bucky is very red at all of the sudden attention but he can’t help preen under it too. The three of you cover his face in kisses until you’re all a giggling mess.

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steve rogers

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 (𝐩𝐨𝐲𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞)

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: alpha!Steve Rogers x naive omega!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, a/b/o dynamics, daddy kink, HEAVY lactation kink, also heavy on housewife kink, domesticity kink, very heavy on breeding kink, and pregnancy kink, Steve is very condescending, also babies omega a lot as per usual, the usual stuff! 18+ only, minors dni!

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Steve is so turned on by his submissive little housewife, and so he decides he's going to breed her again.

𝐀/𝐍: I kind of went crazy with this. IDEK YALL. kinda went delirious as i wrote it and now it's late. Enjoy! (This is a drabble of my fic, POYT)

Steve can’t wait to get home to his wife. He’s only been married less than a year and yet he can’t get over the pure domestic bliss that his life has become. It’s what he’d always wanted, always dreamed about. And now he has it. With you, his perfect, beautiful, innocent little omega. And his adorable little daughter too.

“You’re home!” You breathe, your face lighting up when Steve walks in through the front door. And Steve can feel his own face lighting up, and he can’t help but take two steps forward and yank you into a crushing hug. All his stress and worries from work seem to dissipate at once. And the fact that you look so happy to see him? In a cute little floral dress, looking so extra curvy and voluptuous ever since you’d given birth. Your breasts are practically spilling out the top of your dress, and it makes him lick his lips appreciatively.

You’ve got Rosie on your hip, and she looks absolutely thrilled to see him too, which makes Steve’s chest puff out in pride. He can’t believe this is his life, and that he gets to share it with you. Sure, work is stressful as Steve plans to expand his family’s company even more and his father’s basically left him in control and responsible for everything. Not to mention, all the preparations for the senatorial elections next year.

But all that melts away as he hugs you close, his eyes fluttering shut in content as you loosen his tie and undo his collar button, pressing kisses on his shoulders and chest because you’re too small and delicate to reach his lips.

“Missed you so much, Steve.” You say, looking up at him needily.

“You did, didn’t you?” Steve smirks, although he knows that he probably missed you even more. He has a special picture of you framed on his desk. It’s from the day he proposed to you, you sitting in the field of yellow roses in your yellow dress, bathing in the sunlight and looking happier than ever. He stares at that picture more than he’d like to admit. Sometimes, he talks to it, complains to it about his dumbass employees and equally stupid business partners.

He also has a picture of Rosie from her six-month celebration. Which his whole family had celebrated as if it was her birthday – she was the first grandchild after all and so it wasn’t a surprised that everyone wanted to dote on her. Steve’s mom had been especially into the six-month celebration, which Steve didn’t understand because his mom would obviously be there for Rosie’s first birthday. And second, and third. And so on. She would, wouldn’t she?

He shakes those unwanted thoughts out of his mind before they go to that one place he doesn’t want to acknowledge right now. Instead, he focuses on you, his beautiful wife. You’re so cute and thoughtful, setting Rosie down in her baby chair before helping him out of his jacket and undoing his tie for him.

“How was work, Steve?”

“Good. The same.” He grunts, not wanting to talk about work at all. Instead, he picks up his daughter, examining her carefully. She’s cute as ever, way cuter than any other baby he’s ever seen in his life. Definitely cuter than the babies in the diaper and baby food commercials he sees on television. Rosie would be way better in those commercials, not that he’d ever exploit his daughter like that. If Steve had his way, no one outside of his family would ever lay their eyes on his wife and his baby – they’d be kept private. Because they needed to be protected by him and he loved them more than anything.

“Hey, Rosie. You look so cute, sweetheart. All ready for bed, huh?” He coos, giving his daughter a dozen kisses on her cute, fat cheeks. She giggles, wrapping her tiny arms around his face as he gives her kisses. And then he looks at her carefully, drinking her in because he hates being at work all day and missing out on her. She’s growing so fast, it feels like just yesterday she was the size of his hand and now she’s so much bigger. And she was looking more and more like her mommy as the days passed.

“She wasn’t showing any signs of being tired,” you speak up shyly, “I think she was waiting for her daddy to come home so she could say goodnight.”

“Is that right, Rosie?” Steve asks, and his daughter blinks up at him with a smile on her face, starts kicking her chubby little legs up and down excitedly. He can’t help but melt inside, deciding to play his favourite game with her. He throws her up in the air and she squeals happily. You gasp behind him, muttering a “Steve, please be careful,” which he is, of course he is.

Rosie yawns, and Steve kisses her face a few more times before placing her back down. And then he pulls you into him, kissing you fervently because he’s missed you so fucking much. Not to mention, you look so crazy hot right now. His little wife. His perfect little omega.

“Baby, this dress is so hot on you.” He mutters against your lips, lifting you up so he can kiss you properly.

You light up at his praise, “Thank you. Although it’s gotten a bit small–”

He smirks down at your breasts which look ready to pop out of the material any second, “It looks good.”

He kisses you some more, not wanting to stop as his hands go to cup your ass. But you pull away after a little while, telling him that you need to put Rosie to bed. He accompanies you, groping you every few seconds because he just can’t get over how hot you look, how you’re so glowing, how motherhood suits you so much.

The two of you put Rosie to bed, and Steve feels so fulfilled by his little family as he stands there with his arm around you, watching Rosie cuddle with her stuffed animal and immediately fall asleep.

“I made all your favourite food tonight.” You tell him as you grab his hand and lead him to the dining room. And Steve loves when you take initiative like that. Before, you’d never take his hand like that – you’d always wait for him to initiate and lead. But now, you’re more comfortable with him and he loves when you do little things like this. His little housewife, perfectly safe inside his house and leading him to the meal you’d cooked just for him.

You’ve set the dining room table up perfectly for two, but Steve pulls you into his lap after you’ve finished piling his plate up high with everything from chicken pot pie to mashed potatoes and vegetable soup. “Have you eaten, baby?”

You look down into your lap, “No, I was waiting for you.”

He feeds you along with himself, not wanting you to lift another finger. You’ve worked so hard on this dinner, and balanced that with other household chores – not to mention looking after Rosie. Now, he needs you to conserve your energy. Because of what he has planned for the rest of the night, of course.

“You’re such a good little girl,” Steve coos, tearing off a hunk of your homemade bread and dipping it into the soup before feeding it to you, “You did so good, baby, and daddy is so proud of you.”

You glow, “Really?”

“Yes.”

“Thank you, daddy – I mean Steve. Thank you, Steve!”

He smirks, patting your lips with a napkin. He continues to feed both of you, taking a second and third helping of food just for himself because he’s worked so damn fucking hard and he’s hungry and you’re like a Michelin star chef when it comes to cooking. But he loves how submissive you’re being right now, opening your mouth whenever he gives you another bite, smiling demurely when he kisses your cheek or temple, or widening your eyes when his hand playfully reaches up your skirt and settles on your bare upper thigh.

“You’re such a great housewife, omega.” He continues to sing your praises softly, wanting to see you squirm in his lap because you’ve never been able to take a compliment. “You must’ve had a busy day today, huh? My pretty little baby omega, running my house and taking care of my baby.”

You swallow your bite of food before nodding, “I-I tried. But I didn’t manage to complete everything on my to-do list.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah,” you shake your head as if to reprimand yourself, “I did the laundry in the morning as well as some general cleaning up. I fed Rosie and played some games with her and then got her all dressed up in the new pink frilly dress we got for her six-month celebration. Then I took her to the park and did some groceries on the way back. I was supposed to go to that home boutique to get some new material for curtains and I was supposed to go to the post office too, but I had to skip all that because it was getting late and Rosie was getting fussy and I had to put her down for her nap and get started on dinner. I guess I didn’t plan everything out as perfectly as I thought I did.” You hang your head dejectedly.

It’s in moments like these that Steve just wants to hold you in his arms and kiss you all over and cherish you like the beautiful, perfect human being that you are. Instead, he brushes a bit of your hair behind your ear and tips your chin up till you meet his gaze.

“Baby, you know we have people to do all that, right?” He thinks back to the all the staff that he’s paying. Sure, he loves when you play housewife, how you insist on doing everything yourself. But he doesn’t want you to stretch yourself out so thin, and work yourself up too much. Especially not when he was trying to get you pregnant again. “Please tell me you at least had the driver take you.”

You’re silent, before looking up at him sheepishly, “It’s only a five-minute drive to the park and the grocery store, Steve.”

He frowns, “You know I don’t want you driving.” Omegas don’t drive.

“I know, I know. But I didn’t think it was that big of a deal.”

He decides to let it go, because Steve knows that marriage is about picking and choosing your battles. He shakes his head to let you know that he disapproves of this behaviour, but he also gives you a kiss on the temple, which informs you that he won’t be punishing you for this, which makes you relax and smile up at him. And how can he punish you? When you’ve been working so hard all day and so has he… and all he really wants to do is spend the night with his beautiful wife, doing all sorts of nasty, despicable things to you.

“S-Steve?”

He’s lost in thought, so when you call out his name in that shy, cute little voice of yours… well, it goes straight to his dick. He was rock hard the moment he’d entered the house, but now he’s positively about to bust a nut. You, all soft and cute, sitting in his lap and now you’re saying his name in that cute, breathy and shy way?! It’s like you were teasing him on purpose!

“Yes, baby?” He bounces you on his knee, licking his lips as he watches how your breasts bounce too. He drives his hard crotch into your butt, making you gasp slightly before you quickly recover.

“I was… uh… I was wondering if me and Rosie could visit you at work tomorrow?” You blurt out, looking so adorably shy as you immediately duck your head down again, “During lunch, maybe? I-It’s okay if you’re busy, though. It was just a thought.”

He knows you have a therapy session tomorrow morning (Steve oversees your schedule so he knows where you are at all times). He also knows that sometimes, after certain sessions (probably the ones where you talk about your parents) you get extra needy. He knows this because you text him a lot after those sessions, and call him a lot too. Normal stuff like describing how you cooked dinner or telling him about your day so far. You hadn’t made any girlfriends yet (well, there’s his mom and also a few of his colleagues’ wives who you were friendly with… but he knows you’re most comfortable with him). Once you’d called him while he was in the middle of a very important meeting, but he’d talked to you nonetheless because, well, he was the boss and he could do that. And because he knew you needed him.

“Of course, you can, baby. Just come right up to my office.”

You smile happily, “Okay, thanks! I’ll add it to my schedule. Let’s say… between one to two pm?”

Steve nods, the corners of his mouth twitching as he watches you take your phone out. You open your scheduling app to a colourful spreadsheet and quickly fill in a slot, the one right below “Therapy Session” and you label it as “Lunch with Steve and Rosie” with a bunch of hearts. He loves how organised you are, it’s the cutest and most amusing thing in the world to him. It also comes in handy in other aspects – like how Steve always has his shirts and ties all crisp and ironed and laid out for him every morning, and how his closet is always colour-coded.

He catches your lips in his, unable to keep from kissing you. God, he’s so in love with you and he can’t believe how perfect you are. Sometimes he can’t fully wrap his head around the fact that you’re his. Completely and utterly his. Because he knows he doesn’t deserve you. Not in the slightest.

But he has you. And he’s not complaining or ever letting you go.

Steve polishes off his third helping of food till the plate gleams clean, and you nod your head at him approvingly.

“Would you like some dessert, Steve? I think we have some leftover chocolate cake from last night.” (You had baked it at 2am the night before, because sometimes you did things like that and Steve had long ago stopped questioning it – especially since you’d packed him a fat slice to take to work today).

But Steve isn’t in the mood for chocolate cake right this second. He stands up quickly, with you in his arms bridal style. You squeal lightly, winding your arms up around his neck.

“I do want something sweet, baby omega. But I think you know what I want, and it’s not chocolate cake.” He murmurs huskily against your lips. Your eyes widen like they always do whenever he refers to sex, but he knows you want him just as badly. It’s the way your scent becomes so much sweeter than it already is, the way you squeeze your thighs together in a way you think is subtle but he notices every single time. It’s how he can sense your raw want and need for him through the bond you both share.

He starts walking towards the staircase with you in his arms.

“Should I tell you what I’m gonna do to you tonight, baby?”

You nod, your breath hitching in your throat so prettily, your hands looking so tiny as they trail down your chest. He can even see beads of sweat forming on your brow, and how your lips part open. All tell-tale signs of an omega who was at her most fertile and was ready to mate. (And of course, Steve knew you’d be very fertile tonight, because he kept track of things like that).

 “Mm, first I’m going to lay you down on our bed and you’re going to feed daddy, aren’t you?” Steve smirks, holding you easily with one arm while his free hand slips up to squeeze one of your breasts. As he suspected, they look big and heavy with milk, bouncing with each step he takes. Your nipples are so hard, he can see them clear as day through the thin material of your dress, and his cocks gets even harder when he sees the tiny little wet patches. “Your tits look so sore, baby. You’re gonna let daddy drink from them, aren’t you? Relieve all that pressure, right, baby omega?”

“Y-Yeah, daddy,” you pant, nodding so quickly that you forget to be shy. And now, Steve can practically smell your slick as it trickles down your legs. He takes the stairs up two at a time, keeping you firmly in his arms and watching as your tits bounce enticingly just for him.

He’d always planned to drink your milk when he got you pregnant the first time. He’d heard of other alphas doing it with their omegas, and the thought of doing it with you always turned him on to the point where he had to immediately jack off. And he finally got his chance to do it when you were still pregnant, almost about to pop and you’d begun lactating of course. Fuck, Steve had been in heaven, he still remembers the first time he’d fed from your breast. One hand cupping your pregnant belly, his mouth latched on your nipple and you gazing at him unsurely because of course you felt uncomfortable.

But Steve had loved every second of it, and so had you because he’d fingered you the whole time he drank from you, and you’d cum three times one after the other. And Steve had blown his load all over your quivering pussy, so fucking turned on by the fact that he was feeding from his pregnant omega. And then it had become a regular occurrence after that. Like if the baby had had her fill and you still felt heavy, Steve would always step in to “help out.”

“And then after I’ve drank my fill, I’m going to climb on top of you and fuck you so hard.” Steve promises you, and he swears he feels you shiver with anticipation in his arms as he carries you into the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. One glance at the baby monitor shows Rosie safely asleep in her nursery.

“Alpha, please!” you whine prettily, and he knows your omega senses have taken over. It’s how you’re humping against him now, your slick trailing down your legs lewdly. “N-Need you, need your knot, please, alpha, please!”

“Oh yeah? You want my knot?”

“Yes!”

“You want your alpha to cum inside your little baby omega pussy? Fill you up with my cum, then knot you so it all stays inside?”

“Yes, yes, yes!”

“You want me to fuck another baby into you?”

“YES, PLEASE, DADDY!”

That’s when Steve knows he has you right where he wants you. In that blissful state of complete abandon, where you leave yourself to the mercy of the omega inside you. Where you completely submit yourself to him and your own basest omega desire – mating.

Steve knows you’ve been on the fence about having another baby. The two of you had discussed it, and Steve had made it clear that he wanted a big family. You had expressed that you also wanted more babies, but you wanted to wait a while and focus on Rosie. Well, Rosie was almost seven months old now, and Steve was sure she’d love a little sibling. And then another one. And another one. And then another. And then one more. And then maybe another one after that.

He throws you on the bed, and you land on your back with a soft thud. Already, your legs are spreading on their own accord, as if you need him inside you right this second. But Steve plans on taking his own sweet time, and he salivates when he sees your cleavage, your chest heaving up and down as you breathe erratically.

He’s on top of you in a second, licking and nipping at your face like a feral beast who wants to mark his prey. He scents you heavily, till you grow lax in his arms, all submissive and needy as you stare up at him pleadingly, your nostrils twitching at his alpha scent.

“Alpha, plea– oh my!”

He rips your dress clean in half, letting out an animalistic growl when your tits spill out attractively. No bra of course. And no panties either. You weren’t allowed to wear those at home.

“S-Steve,” you gasp as he spanks your thigh and gives you a warning look, “I-I mean, daddy! Please fuck me!”

He chuckles, tweaking the stiff peak of your nipple before blowing cool air on it. He watches your features twist, your jaw go slack. “Let daddy have some fun first, baby omega. Don’t forget, you have to feed me first.”

He’s got his knee lodged between your legs and he can feel you steadily humping against it. But all he can focus on are your breasts. He rolls your sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pressing down gently before cupping your breast and squeezing it.

You moan as your milk spurts out, and Steve immediately latches on to your nipple, sucking hard. He moans around your breast, sending vibrations through your whole body when your sweet milk touches his tongue. Fuck, you taste so good, so sweet.

“That’s my good little baby,” he murmurs encouragingly, his voice slightly muffled as he tries to coax your writhing body. “Such a good little baby, breastfeeding your daddy like a good girl, aren’t you?”

“Ah, ah, ah! Y-Yeah!”

“That’s right, give daddy more of your sweet mommy milk,” he sucks almost your whole breast into his mouth, so incredibly turned on by what he’s doing right now. He massages your other breast, and it squirts out milk too. Steve takes care of that, licking all over both your breasts to get the excess milk off your chest before returning to your nipple, “Tell me how much you love feeding daddy.”

“L-Love feeding daddy, love it so much, please!” You mewl pitifully, grabbing at his hair and pressing his face more into your breasts. And Steve can’t believe this is you – his shy and innocent little omega wife completely transformed into this feral creature who is currently rutting against his clothed cock.

He can’t help but surge up and kiss you, his tongue mingling with yours as he makes you taste your own milk. And you’re moaning breathily, breaking the kiss every few seconds just to beg him some more, saying “daddy, please” before biting and sucking at his lip, kissing him deeper like you can’t get enough of him.

“God, I love your mommy milk so much,” he tells you, going back to suck your other nipple. And he knows you feel immediate relief as he drains you, alleviates the pressure from your breasts as he drinks from you. He feels you stroke his hair and wrap your legs around his waist, dry humping him even more needily, like you just can’t help it.

He spanks you hard, four times in quick succession, “You’re gonna feed me your mommy milk whenever I want, aren’t you?”

“Y-Yes, alpha! I will!”

He grazes his teeth against your sensitive nipple, making you jump before you gives it another hearty suck, your milk still squirting out straight into his mouth, “Mm, so you’re gonna breastfeed daddy tomorrow, aren’t you? When you stop by for lunch at my office?”

“Yes!”

“Yeah? You’re gonna sit in daddy’s lap like a sweet little omega and let me suck on your tits while I do my work? Feed me your sweet mommy milk like the obedient little wife that you are?” God, Steve was so turned on, he reaches down to pull his cock out from the confines of his pants. You see it and gasp, immediately making grabby hands for it, and the smell of your arousal increases tenfold.

“Y-Yeah, daddy! W-Wanna be good for you, always wanna do what I’m told an’ be good for you,” you cry, clutching him close, “I’ll do anything for you alpha, please, please, please!”

God, you were such a good fucking omega. The perfect little wife, so innocent yet you turned into a freak in the goddamn sheets when he had you underneath him. You were almost as desperate for him as he was for you, although he knew you could never beat him at that game. He was so obsessed with you, it was unhealthy. He wanted you all the time, he thought about you all the time. To Steve, the sexiest thing in the whole world was you, and the fact that you were his property turned him on infinitely more.

He licks at your tits hungrily, lapping up all your sweet milk that he didn’t catch in his mouth the first time. And then he goes back to sucking, and he even gives your nipple a little bite, making you scream his name and hold him even tighter. And it’s then that he realises that you’ve cum, and he feels the sopping wetness of your release as you squirt all over his leg, crying like a baby as you moan his name deliriously.

“You’re a sensitive little baby, aren’t you, omega?” Steve whispers devilishly, reaching down to cup between your legs, feel your quivering pussy, your sensitive clit throbbing against his palm. “Can’t help but cum from feeding your daddy, huh?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

“Don’t worry, baby omega.” He smirks, giving your sopping pussy a few slaps that make you jump and grip his shirt hard, a newfound neediness inside you. As if cumming once had left you sensitive down there yet still not satisfied, still greedy and panting for more…

“Daddy, I… Daddy, please! Need your knot, daddy please!”

You haven’t been this vocal with your neediness for a long time. Steve wonders if you’re about to go into heat, as if even your own body is telling you that it’s time to get pregnant again. Fuck, that was so hot, and he can’t help but graze his hard cock over your bare stomach, tracing your skin with his precum, making sure his scent is all over you till it seeps into your skin.

“You want my daddy dick, don’t you?” He asks you gruffly, switching to a more authoritative tone. The beast alpha inside of him is roaring awake, a natural response to how needy you’re being. He has this innate urge to control you, subdue you, pin you down and fuck you like an omega in heat deserved to be fucked.

“Yes, please, please, please!” You writhe underneath him, hips bucking up and your hands still trying to grab at his cock, trying desperately to somehow shove it inside your leaking, desperate little hole. Except he cruelly slaps your hands away, making sure he’s in complete control, not an ounce of leniency left inside him.

“Get on your fucking hands and knees. Right now, omega. Present for me.”

He watches as you pant and readily obey him. Your limbs are like jelly after your orgasm but you’re so desperate to obey him that you stumble into position readily. He loves how he never has to alpha-command you, because you’re so naturally submissive that you always listen to him no matter what. And fuck, your ass looks amazing as you get on your hands and knees, pointing it towards him and he can’t help but give it a hard smack, licking his lips at your hot little ass as it jiggles.

“Arch your back a bit more, let daddy see your little fuckhole. Mm, just like that. That’s my good little girl.” He praises you, rubbing your ass where he’s just slapped you. You’re swaying and shivering underneath him, poking backwards in an attempt to create friction. Steve smirks, gripping your ass cheeks and spreading them apart. And that’s when he’s hit with your sweet pussy scent, so hard that he almost loses control right there.

But he manages to control himself, breathing slowly as he stares down at your glistening pussy. Your cream is clear and slippery – an obvious sign that you’re ovulating and extremely fertile. Fuck, fuck, fuck – he can’t wait to fuck his baby into you.

“I’m going to breed the fuck out of you,” Steve informs you lowly, firmly gripping your hips to keep you from thrusting back against him, “it’s about time you were pregnant again, baby omega. You were made to carry my babies, and as my baby wife, that’s exactly what you’re going to do, aren’t you?”

“Yes, daddy!” You sob, “Please, put it inside me, daddy, please, I don’t think I can wait any longer, I just, I need–

“Tell me what you need.” Unlike you, Steve is better at keeping in control of himself. He has to be, because he’s the one in charge – and the juxtaposition of him being calm and you completely losing it, sweating and writhing naked underneath his still clothed body? God, it was so fucking hot.

“N-Need you! Need your knot!”

“Oh yeah?” He gives your ass another harsh slap, so fucking turned on by how it bounces. He jacks of lightly, rubbing the tip of his cock on your wet slit, making you shudder. “Tell me why you need it, baby.”

“B-Because I do!” You cry, earning another rough smack to your ass.

“Not good enough, baby omega. You have to tell me exactly why you want me.”

You’re crying from frustration now, he can see your delicious tears as they drip down on the sheets below you. He knows you aren’t the best at expressing yourself during sex – you’re mostly just begging him or screaming his name or being delirious. But shy little you articulating in desperate detail why you wanted him inside you? God, the idea of that makes Steve want to bust a nut right then and there.

“C-Cause I… ‘Cause I want you inside me, daddy.” You mumble shyly, but there’s nothing shy about the way your body betrays you, pressing your ass against his cock in a bid to get you to fuck him but all it does is earn you yet another slap on your poor butt.

“Do better.” He orders you, “C’mon, omega, you know you can do better. Tell daddy why you want his big daddy dick, and then I’ll decide whether you deserve–”

“PLEASE, DADDY! Want you so, so bad, please, please, please!” You sob in complete abandon, your slick pouring down your thighs, making them all shiny and the bedsheets beneath you all damp. “W-Want my big strong daddy, please, okay?! Want you to knock me up, daddy, need it so bad! Alpha, please breed me, please–OHHH FUCK!!!”

He drives his dick into you in one hard thrust. And fuck, you are so tight that he almost forgets how to breathe. Your velvety walls feel snug and tight against his thick cock, choking it almost. He feels like he’s in heaven, and that’s when his alpha instinct kicks in and he growls, reaching forward to grab your neck from behind.

“Daddy’s been waiting to fuck you all goddamn day,” he growls, tired of holding back and teasing you, and already moving his hips. He pulls his dick out of you, moaning loudly when he sees it coated in your sticky cream. God fucking dammit, you were wetter than he’d ever seen you before, like dripping your juices all over him and the bed and he hadn’t even done anything yet! “You tease me so fucking much, baby. Running around doing your cute little errands, our baby on your hip and you’re in that sexy fucking dress, all flowery and shit like you want to tease daddy, huh?”

SMACK.

He licks his lips as he spanks your ass repeatedly, his hips a blur as he fucks you hard, skin slapping against skin.

“D-Didn’t mean to tease you!” You pant, meeting his thrusts like you’re in heat, which Steve is genuinely beginning to think you are in heat. And it’s making you all submissive, saying all the right things and saying them so innocently: “J-Just wanna be a good wife for you, daddy. J-Just wanna make you happy, ah!”

“Is that right, baby omega?” Steve grabs you by the hair, yanking you up till you’re on your knees only, your back against his front. His other hand slips around to grab your breast, groping it and squeezing it hard, rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. And holy fuck, you start leaking milk out again, and it gathers on his thumb. He latches his mouth on his mark on your neck, making you go lax and your mouth go slack. He shoves his thumb into your mouth, making you suck your own milk from his digit. “God, you’re so fucking kinky, baby. So innocent and cute yet so fucking kinky.”

He roughly pushes you back down, pressing your face into the mattress as the feral animal inside of him takes over once more. When his alpha instincts rile up, he has to exert his complete dominance which is why he’s being extra rough with you. Like now, as he watches you scream and bite at the bedsheets, your voice muffled as he holds you down. He’s so much bigger than you, so much stronger. He could really hurt you if he wanted to, because you were just a small baby omega after all. But he wouldn’t, because he loves you. He may push you over the edge, fuck you real rough and hard, but he’d never physically hurt you.

“G-Gonna make you carry my babies,” he mutters, yanking you back up and pushing you down cheek first against the mattress, so he can hear you cry clearer. “You hear me, omega? You’re my submissive little baby wife and you’re gonna carry my fucking babies.”

“I will, I will!” You sob.

He smacks your butt again, so hard that your knees give out and you fall back against the mattress but he yanks you back up by your hips. He hasn’t been this rough with you in a long time. Definitely not since you’d had the baby. You’d been weak and of course, he’d been barred from having sex with you for a few months. It was agony, but he would never want to hurt you like that. Even when the doctor gave you two the green light to have as much fun as you wanted, even then Steve held back for fear of hurting you.

But now, it’s like there’s something feral overtaking both of you. And maybe it’s because you’re ovulating and most probably at the beginning of your heat. It makes the animal inside of him purr and awaken, take his most alpha form and fuck you with abandon like he’s doing now. And it’s not like you’re complaining, in fact, you’re egging him on! Crying and sobbing and yet you continue to meet each one of his thrusts.

“How does it feel, baby? Being the future senator’s baby wife? Taking my daddy dick in your tiny tight pussy like you were made to do it?”

“L-Love being your wife!” You cry out, sounding so cute and earnest and desperate.

“Yeah? You gonna have the senator’s babies?”

“Yes, senator! G-Gonna have more of your babies, daddy! As many as you want!”

You’re so fucking delirious that you haven’t even realised what you’ve addressed him as, but it makes Steve even harder as he continues to rut against you.

“Fucking shake your ass on my daddy dick, baby. Mm, just like that, fuck! Make yourself fucking cum, omega. Is your little baby pussy gonna cry for me right now?”

His words are like magic, because your walls are already squeezing around his dick as you cum. As if you’re so hell-bent on being submissive for him, so determined to do exactly what he says that your body has somehow managed to orgasm on his command. And it makes Steve feel so goddamned powerful.

“Nngh, daddy! Oh fuck!” You whimper pathetically, and your body collapses on the bed, quivering and spent as your walls constrict around his dick, gripping him for all he’s worth as you squirt around him. Coating his dick with your omega cream, getting him so fucking close but he’s not done yet. He yanks your body back into place, continuing to fuck you hard.

“God-fucking-dammit, baby. You’ve already cum twice, huh? Your little pussy can’t ever hold it in, can you?” He scorns, despite the fact that it had been him who’d coaxed you to cum. All you can do is cry deliriously underneath him, and he knows you’re about to pass out soon. And he can’t help but be turned on at the idea of him still fucking you while you were out of it, and then when you regained consciousness, he’d still be fucking you.

Instead, he pulls out, and you immediately whine at the feeling of emptiness. Frowning and looking like you’re about to burst into tears because his dick isn’t inside you anymore, despite the fact that you were so spent already. Steve wastes no time in flipping you over till you’re flat on your back, and he can clearly see your face streaked with tears. He hikes both your legs up, pinning them on either side of your head. Folding you in half, twisting you like a goddamned pretzel just so when he eventually cums inside you, he keeps it inside you.

“Put it back in, alpha!” You beg so prettily, so breathy and weak and spent but still wanting him, “Please, put it back in!”

Steve smirks, forcing his dick back inside you. And your pussy is so slippery, so goddamned lubricated by your arousal, and yet he still has to force his way back in because of how tight you are. Because of how big and thick he is.

“You look so pretty while you’re getting bred, baby.” He chuckles breathlessly, unable to help pressing his lips on yours. It’s crazy how he feels like an animalistic alpha one second, hell bent on brutally fucking his family into you, and then the next second a glimpse of the loving husband comes out, and he needs to kiss your poor bitten, chapped lips.

And you kiss him back so readily, arms winding around his neck, pulling at his hair. The kiss is messy, and he wants to make it messier. He draws back, pressing his thick fingers between your lips to hold them open. And then he spits right inside your mouth, ordering you to swallow it. Of course, you obey immediately, and he’s so goddamned turned on by how much in charge he is. How in complete control he is. How he’s your fucking daddy, your alpha, your everything. The goddamned senator, the richest and most powerful man in New York, with his submissive little omega wife pinned down underneath him.

“Please breed me, daddy,” you beg lightly, like you’re about to faint. Your eyes flutter, but he gives you such an unbelievably hard thrust that you’re jolted back to consciousness. And he watches you carefully, watches as your eyes widen as you look down. He follows your gaze, letting out a rumble from deep within his chest when he sees what you’re staring at.

His fucking cock. Or the outline of his cock as it pokes out of your lower tummy, like the tip of it was all the way inside your goddamned womb. God fuck, he nearly busted a nut right there.

“So deep,” you marvel, making Steve puff his chest out in pride.

“Damn fucking right, omega. You can feel every inch of my daddy dick, can’t you?”

“Y-Yes, fuck!”

He presses your legs against your chest, licking his lips as he watches where you two meet. Watches his huge fucking dick drive in and out of you like it was your fucking job to take him. Your sopping pussy swallows his cock up greedily, and the lewd sounds of sex mixed in with your moans and Steve’s grunts echo around the room.

“Cute, helpless little fucking omega,” he mutters, watching how your breasts bounce at each thrust, how you cry so prettily for him each time he pistons his big dick inside you. “You were made to take my goddamned, dick, you hear me? You were made for me, baby. I’m your alpha and I fucking own this pussy. I own you and I’ll fucking breed you whenever the fuck I want.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” You’d have agreed to anything he’d said at that point.

Steve grabs one of your ankles, kissing up your calf while you moan sexily. And then he licks your foot, teeth tugging at your cute anklet that he’d gifted you a few months ago. It’s got his name on it, another sign of his complete and utter ownership of you. Your toes gleam with white polish and Steve licks his lips, his dick so fucking hard because you are so fucking hot. He can’t help but lap at your foot, kissing up your instep while you moan so fucking loudly. He sucks your toes, the act almost making him bust a nut but he manages to contain himself.

“Gonna keep you pregnant all the fucking time,” He vows, his lips returning to yours. He presses his forehead against yours, forcing eye contact with you, “You hear me, omega? You’re my goddamned wife and from here on out, you’re going to always be pregnant, okay?”

“A-Always pregnant!” You agree weepily.

“Damn fucking straight. And I’ll keep you plugged up with my cum. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Y-Yes!”

“You want daddy’s knot, baby?”

“YES, DADDY! PLEASE!”

Always in perfect sync, the two of you cum at the same time. Steve’s knot swells, locking his dick in place as he blows his load with an almighty roar, spilling his hot seed inside you. His dick is milked by your pulsating walls, your greedy little pussy swallowing all his cum like a good fucking girl as you squirt around him. Both your fluids mingle together, plugged inside by his knot. He angles your hips upwards, just to make sure everything stays inside you.

You’re crying and crying, clutching against him needily as you have another orgasm immediately after the one you’ve just had. And Steve’s still blowing his load inside you, he doesn’t think he’s cum this hard in his whole life, searing you from the inside out with so much cum. Alphas had a lot of cum anyways, but this was an entirely new level. He gently moves his hips, fucking his cum deeper into you, riding you through your orgasm as he cusses under his breath. Your legs shake violently as you cry, burying your head in his chest as you whimper his name over and over again.

Finally, he collapses on top of you, immediately hugging you close and letting you cry into his chest. Smothering you in his heat as you cry due to being overwhelmed, and being fucked so good that you’re delirious and don’t know what else to do.

“It’s okay, baby, it’s okay, I love you, I love you so much,” he coaxes you, your entire body shaking against him. You’re so well and truly spent, fucked exactly how you’d wanted to be, how you’d begged to be. And with one last bit of your strength, you wrap your legs around his waist as if to keep him inside you, and you kiss his collarbones and his neck, trying your hardest to catch your breath as you whimper how much you love him too.

It’s only after a good five minutes of this that he finally speaks.

“Baby? You with me?”

You smile weakly up at him, “Y-Yeah, daddy. That was…”

“…I know,” Steve chuckles hoarsely, kissing you all over your face before laying down beside you. You begin to whine at the lack of contact (despite the fact his dick is still inside you) and so he pulls you on top of him, and you lie there with your head on his chest. And he feels so content, his beautiful wife on top of him, naked and sweaty and thoroughly bred as he traces his name on your bare back.

It doesn’t take long for a smug smile to touch his lips, proud of how thoroughly he’s fucked you. But he doesn’t say anything, neither of you do. You just lay there, basking in each other. Steve admits it’s nice, because this is what he’d been missing all day at work. And he loves you so fucking much.

“Baby?” He asks after several minutes.

“Yeah, daddy?”

“You ready for round two?”

THE END SKAFALAL

I think it's safe to say omega is definitely gonna be pregnant again after this one shot!! PLEASE let me know what you think!!! Fav parts, diallogue ANYTHINGGG thank you! ily ily

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Unwanted mate (Steve's version) - Angstober 29

Summary: Rejected. Humiliated. Left outside alone.

Pairing: Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!(fem) Reader

Warnings: angst, a/b/o, rejection, unrequited feelings, public nudity (non-sexual), shitty father, scenting, implied kidnapping (maybe?)

A/N: This is Steve’s version of this story Unwanted Mate (Bucky’s version)

Square filled for @steverogersbingo: D4: Maria Hill

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

In your world omegas are rare, sacred even.

This doesn’t mean every omega gets treated the way they deserve.

The time has come. The alpha of your pack has chosen your mate for you. He holds your elbow in a tight grip as he guides you along the endless hallways of the sanctuary. 

Your heart thunders in your chest, and you silently pray this is not a dream. Alpha Prime chose the most desired alpha for you. The alpha of a befriended pack.

Steven Grant Rogers. He’s as tall and handsome as his name sounds on your tongue, and you hope he’ll be happy with your leader’s choice.

“I want you to be on your best behavior,” Alpha Prime whispers. “I know you are going to be a good omega for Rogers, but…he’s picky. Don’t anger him. He rejected a mate once. A bond with one of our omegas means a strong bond with his pack.”

“Yes, alpha prime,” you reply. “I know my place and will happily take my place next to the alpha you chose for me.”

You hide that Steve Rogers is the star of your restless nights. The first time you got a whiff of his scent you knew, he was your true mate. The blonde ignored your presence during get-togethers most of the time, but you are sure, he only tried to follow the strict rules of your pack.

No courting an omega if she’s not chosen. No contact with an unmated omega without the leader of her pack. 

Walking next to the leader of your pack you try to remain calm, and not slick for the alpha he chose for you. Only the thought of being close to the alpha, and that he’ll touch you in front of your packs leaves you breathless.

“He will love you, my dear. You’re exactly what he wanted,” your leader says. “Sweet, smart, and…innocent.” Alpha Prime sounds a little less confident when you step toward Steve Rogers.

The alpha stands in the middle of the sanctuary, surrounded by the alphas of your pack and his. He dips his head to watch your leader and you get closer.

“Alpha prime of Moonstone,” Steve politely acknowledges your leader’s presence. “I see, you came with a gift.” He bows for you, and it makes your heart flutter wildly. “What can you tell me about her?”

“Alpha prime of Howling commando,” your leader reflects the respectful gesture. “This is Y/N Y/L/N. I chose her for you, Rogers of the howling commando.”

“I will consider your offering, Fury of Moonstone,” the alpha says. He holds out his hand for you. “Come here. Let our packs see you.” 

You place your trembling hand into his large palm and allow Steve to lead you toward the middle of the sanctuary. “Don’t be afraid, doll. No one will hurt you here. You are among friends and allies.”

His voice is soft, but his eyes darken as you tremble in front of him. Steve shoves the thin robe you’re wearing down your shoulders, exposing your body to him and the packs.

“Omega,” Steve addresses you with your presentation. “Present for me.”

You immediately tilt your head to expose your untouched mating gland. Steve wraps his hand around your neck to run his thumb over your mating gland. 

“Untouched in any way,” the leader of your pack casually says. It’s crude to talk about you like this, but in this world, it’s a normal procedure. He doesn’t mean to degrade or embarrass you. “She’s only yours.”

Steve hums, and drops his hand to your chest, warm hand running over one of your breasts. “So responsive,” he purrs feeling your nipple hardening under his touch. 

The alpha leans closer to sniff at your neck, inhaling deeply. You only hope he can’t smell your arousal because you don’t want to be a needy omega close to this powerful alpha. “She smells pleasant but—”

Your breath catches in your throat as he steps away. Steve looks at you for a moment, considering his decision before he picks your robe up to throw it at you. 

“She’s not the one I want,” the finalty in his voice makes every alpha in the room gasp. “I cannot mate her.”

The leader of your pack wraps you in his coat. He shakes his head at Steve as the alpha steps away, not sparing you another glance.

“You reject this perfect omega?” Your leader asks, stepping in front of you to protect you. The alphas of your pack follow his lead. They crowd you to make sure none of the foreign alphas tries to take advantage of your vulnerable state.

“I cannot mate her.”

Something inside of you breaks at his words. You don’t know what it is, but it causes physical pain. Breathing gets harder and you clutch your hands to your chest.

Moments ago, the alpha touched you gently, even called your scent pleasant only to reject you in front of all the alphas you know, and respect.

“So be it,” Fury booms. He turns his back on Steve, a sign of disrespect. “My dear, go with Maria. She will help you.” He softly speaks to you, nodding at his right-hand woman, and one of the rare female alphas in your pack. “Maria, make sure she’s comfortable after this disrespectful treatment.”

“I chose not to mate that omega,” Steve argues. “I have the right to reject her.”

“You rejected every omega so far,” Fury turns back around to glare at Steve with his good eye. “No one ever disrespected a member of my pack the way you did today. There will be no bond between our packs. Not now. Not ever.”

Fury’s words are final. He doesn’t listen when Bucky, Steve’s right-hand man and second in commando tries to reason with his leader. The leader of your pack walks away, and his pack follows him. 

“And some of the scent killer please,” your voice is barely above a whisper today. After Steve rejected you in front of your pack, it’s hard for you to feel like yourself. Your bubbly personality got swallowed by the dark pit in your chest that Steve left of your heart.

“Which one?” The clerk politely asks. “Miss?”

“I’m not sure.” Unsure which scent killer you should buy you helplessly glance at the clerk. “Can you recommend one? I must hide my scent and never did this before.”

“No problem, miss. That’s my job. We will find the right scent killer for you.”

“She’s hiding in her room all day, alpha prime. All day she’s weeping and whimpering. We thought after you chose her to become Steve Rogers’ mate that she’d leave her home. What shall we do now? A rejected omega is worthless to her family.”

“You should not talk like that about your daughter,” Fury’s jaw ticks as he stares at your father. “Y/N did nothing wrong. She got wronged by Steve Rogers. I was sure she was the mate he wanted and then he rejected her without a reason. This is on me, not her.”

“Alpha prime,” your father gasps. “Don’t defend my unworthy daughter. Something must be wrong with her. She always had her head in the clouds, and her nose in a book. No wonder the alpha rejected her. Maybe we should send her to a convent.”

“What are you saying? This is insanity!”

“No alpha will claim her now, alpha prime. Another prime rejected her. There is no hope. She’s a liability, nothing else.”

“I’m responsible for her downfall, I’ll take the blame,” Fury raises to his full height. He uses his alpha voice to make your father pliant. “If you want to send her off, I’ll take her in. She will not be punished for my mistake.”

His scent hits you out of nowhere. For weeks you didn’t leave the house only to scent the alpha rejecting you close by the moment you left the safety of your sanctuary at Fury’s house.

“No,” you whisper and drop your gaze. “He can’t be here. I must—” You walk in the opposite direction to get away from his scent. 

It must be a cosmic joke that you run into the alpha breaking you down to nothing after you managed to leave your bed for the first time in days.

“I knew it was you. Wait,” his voice makes you stop in your tracks. You want to fight your instinct, but his alpha command forces you to wait for him. “I scented you from across the street.”

Steve steps behind you to bury his face in your neck. “I need to go.” You weakly reply. “Let me go.”

“I scented you, and knew it was you,” he repeats while sniffing along your neck. “Fury took you away that day and didn’t let me explain things. I couldn’t mate you because of an old bond I had to break first.”

“I don’t understand…” you sniffle silently. “Please let me go.”

“My first omega, I lost her years ago. When we were both still so young. Barely grown pups. I wanted to be sure that I could move on and visit her grave. But the leader of your pack insisted on meeting you too soon. I wasn’t…ready,” he breathes in your neck. “I had to say goodbye to Peggy first.”

“It’s been months,” you argue. “You should find a new omega then. Maybe one suiting your taste and fulfilling your every wish.”

“I talked to your pack leader a month ago. He refused to let me court you,” Steve nuzzles you. “He said, I need to earn the right to court you, and that he won’t force you to become my mate.”

“I cannot become your mate. You rejected me. Our rules say, you lost the right to mate me,” you sigh feeling his nose brush your mating gland. “I cannot become yours, and I don’t want to. Not anymore.”

“I was a fool and tried to fight my instinct. I knew the moment you stood in front of me that I’d do anything for you, and I will,” he wraps his arms around your waistline. “I don’t give a shit about Fury’s rules. You’ll be mine…”

Part 2

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Pup pt.1

Alpah!Steve x Omega!Female Reader

Hello...Its been ..awhile...

But I am back! So much stuff has been since I last updated and I really wasn't sure if i'd come back. But after re reading my pup story I wanted to finally come back and finish the story and some others I didn't finish. So I am going to be republishing Pup the Alpha! Steve x Omega! reader story, redone. Its the same story just written a bit different I hope the new people enjoy and anyone who is an old reader is excited to see the story is back. Lastly I know I had many people who were tagged in this series, I didn't want to tag them all if they were no longer interested in the story. So if you are interested to be tagged so you see the update right away please let me know. And I hope you enjoy the story!

Warnings: Talk of abuse, harsh words and mistreatments, Age gap

SideNote: In this story Steve is older then the Reader. By like 8-10 ish years. (more or less read how you would like). But I wrote this as a reader who is 22 and Steve is around 30. I believe I talked about this is an ask before but I want to make it a point again. The reader is not underage. The nickname of Pup is my idea in the ABO fantasy how you would call a partner Baby. I hope that makes sense.

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 Y/n’s breath came out hard and raspy. Her chest was burning and hurting a lot. Her whole body was  so tired and wanted to just collapse to the floor. But she couldn't, she needed to keep pushing. Keep running. Running away from him and that house and that town.  It took her months to plan and get to that alpha to let her go out with him and finally  make a break for freedom. “Come on little omega, come back to your alpha.”. That voice growled out. Echoing through the woods and towards Y/n. Y/n pushed off the tree that she stopped for a sec to lean on. Pushing herself to keep going. Although no matter how much she runs or how fast she runs , she feels like she can’t get away. That he is getting closer. It was only a matter of time and he would have her back in his grip. At that point there was no telling what would happen to her. What he might do to her. 

As had been running so much at a point she can’t tell him her vision is blurring from the tears that kept running down her face or from how tired her body was. But she kept on. As she did her vision got more and more blurry. The woods around her turning into only a vision of greens and drowns. She wasn’t able to make out an of the objects around her to the point that she started to trip over branches , rocks and other items covering the ground in her way. As she looked behind her to make sure he wasn’t close after all her tripping , she didn’t see the large tree root sticking out of the ground. Which she tripped over. Lodging her foot in the root. Causing her to twist her ankle and fall to the ground with a loud scream. As it left like she broke or tore something in her leg/ foot. A chuckle comes from in the woods, not too far from where she laid in pain. “Oh little omega. Did you get hurt?”, the voice said in a  condescending way. “Come on omega. If you just come out now we can get you some help and then maybe your punishment won’t be so bad if you just listened.”. Y/n bit her lip hard as she drug herself behind the huge tree. Wedging herself into the little carved area of the tree. She was about 90% sure he would find her and drag her back to that hell hole. But that 10% hoped he wouldn’t that he would leave her. Even if she died out here in the woods injured and unable to get back to a town that would be better then having to spend another second next to that disgusting Alpha.

As she leaned her head back closing her eyes, she tried to take deep slow breathes. Hoping he won’t hear her harsh breathing from being out of breath and being in some much pain. As she rested her eyes a smell filled her nose. A musky smell. Not a bad over-powering one. But a nice one. One that felt warm. It felt like being wrapped in a cozy blanket in front of a fire, inside a warm cabin hiding from the harsh cold outside. The smell thats away all the pain. Not just to forget a bit about her leg but also all the pain of that other Alpha. The pains of her childhood. The Pains her father put her through. Everything disappeared as her scenes where overtaken by this smell. 

As Y/n was going through this all she didn’t see that Alpha whos scent it belonged too not too far away. Who didn’t see her but stopped his work of getting fire wood as he smelled the distressed omega smell. He was about to walk closer to her when he stopped as he heard the mean and grimmis voice of another Alpha. “Omega! You're making me angry er the longer you stay out! And you know what happens when im angry!” The voice bloomed as he screamed out. The other Alpha’s eyes narrow at the alpha. Seeing him walking around looking very upset. He stood between the Alpha and where he came smell the omega. Holding him axe in hand , he cleared his voice. “Excuse me but your on private property.” The alpha that was screaming turned around ready to yell at the person who dared to stop him. Only To stammer back as he sees the build of the Alpha. Who towered over him and looked like he could knock him out with one punch. “I’m sorry. My girlfriend and I got into a disagreement and she ran off into the woods. I meant no harm”. The mean alpha spoke with a small smirk. Trying to play off a nicer caring vibe. The Alpha narrowed his eyes as he looked at him. The yelling and his body langue told him that wasn’t the case. “Well I’m sorry to hear sir. But I’m sorry I haven’t see your girlfriend or smelled her around here. I’m going to have to ask you to leave now”. He said to the wicked alpha. Whos face turned twisted. He wanted to argue. But only being able to smell the alphas smell and not picking up Y/ns anymore, along with the fact he was slightly scared of this alpha. He just nodded and walked off. The other Alpha watched him. Once he was sure the alpha was far enough away he turned back to the scared omega. “He gone now” He says aloud. Knowing that she heard them. Which she did. Y/n sat against the tree listening to everything. Coming out of her little day dream of the other alphas smell when she heard the grimace voice of the alpha. Her breath catching in her chest as she hears the other alpha defend and hide her. Scaring off the one casing her. “I can’t” She says softly in a raspy voice as she had tried to stand but couldn’t with her hurt leg. As well as her whole body felt still. Almost shut down from all the running she put it through the last few days. Slowly the alpha made his way over to her. He made slow step towards her to show her he won’t hurt her. “Are you okay?”, he asked as he got closer. Looking down at her ankle that he can see was turning purple from where some of her skin poked out from her leggings and shoes. He also noted how her clothes where torn and very dirty. Looking like she had been running through the woods for days. By the state of her in all he would guess that was the case. He kneeled in front of her as she shook her head no to his question. Finally opening her eyes again as she looked up at him as he looked her over. He was taken back a little as she looked pretty young. “What's a pup like you doing out here?”. Y/n slightly started crying again. She didn’t even know she could cry anymore at this point but here she was crying again. But this time she really wasn’t sure what about. If it was the past and what that alpha did to her. Or if it was the fact that she could possible be free of him. Or its also possible it was this feeling she had around this new alpha. Growing up she was always afraid of all the alphas around her. Taught they where higher then her and would not hesitate to remind her of that. But this alpha was different. He felt warmer, safer then all the other alphas she met before. His smell , his looks , just his whole aurora around him felt so safe. 

The alpha in front of her looked worried at her. Worried about what she has been threw. The torment she has had to deal with so far. What the hell that other alpha put her through. “Hey, its okay your safe now I promise.”. He said softly as he looked back down at her ankle. There was no way she could walk on it like this. He looked back at her with a soft look. Trying to stay calm and soft with her. “Your ankle looks really bad. I’m going to have to carry you back to my cabin. Are you okay with that?”. He ask, watch as she nodded. He was careful with her. Picking her up gently as he walked them back to his cabin. Y/n wasn’t able to hold herself back as she leaned on to the alpha. Taking in his sent and relaxing. Feeling her relaxe in his arms the alpha smiled a bit. “So whats your name pup?”. “Y/n” , She says softly. “Well Y/n its nice to meet you , Im Steve.” 

After a bit of a walk Y/n and Steve get back to Steve’s cabin. While holding her he was able to slide open the back door as they enter the house. Steve carries Y/n over to the couch and gently puts her down. Helping her to sit down. He takes a seat on the coffee table infront of her as he gentle pulls her injured leg onto his lap. “I can see toue ankle is already turning colors and swelling. I’m going to have to take your shoe off. It might hurt okay?”. He ask trying to be as gentle with her as possible. Y/n nodded as she gripped the couch bracing herself. Steve nodded as he untied her shoe trying to be gentle as he took off the shoe. Y/n winced and moaned in pain as the shoe came off her swollen foot. Steve looked over her foot, frowning. “I’m not going to lie pup, this does not look good”. “Do you think it's broken?”. She asks biting her lip not to scream in pain. Steve Gentle propped her foot up on a pillow as he stood up. “I’m not sure your foot is very swollen, so it's hard to tell. I’ll get you some ice to see if that helps bring the swelling down. Unfortunately that's all we can do as the doctor is closed for the day as it's pretty late in the day. I can take you there first thing in the morning.”. Steve said as he walked over to the kitchen grabbing an ice pack and coming back over. Wrapping the ice pack in a towel before gently setting it on Y/n's ankle. Y/n groaned lightly at first as the towel touches her but slowly relaxes as the coldness actually feels good. Steve sighs as he sits on the coffee table again next to her leg. “I understand if you're not ready to talk but can I ask what you were doing in the woods running from your alpha?”. Y/n looks down at her hands. She wasn’t ready to fully talk about it but she knew she probably should tell him a bit if he is helping her. “He’s not my alpha and I'm not his omega. We aren't mated. I was forced to marry him. I ran away when he tried to mate me, I didn’t want it. I-”. “That's okay you  don’t have to go any farther with it.” Steve cutts her off. He could see how much it was hurting her. He didn’t need to know all of the story. Just that she was trying to get away from this alpha. She doesn’t want to be with him and needs help getting away. Y/n looked at him a little shocked. But thankful that he understood she has been through something terrible. She needed help, that's all he needed to know. Not the full story till she's ready. “ Okay , so we will get you to the doctor first thing tomorrow. For now lets get some food in you and get you cleaned up.” Steve says standing up. He headed to the kitchen. 

After they eat some food. That y/n couldn’t tell was actually really good or she was just that hungry  after not really eating for a few days. But either way she ate all the food quickly, starting to feel a bit better with having some food in her. After cleaning up Steve helped get a bath set up and set up a little stool in the bathtub that she could move from the toilet to the side of the tub to the stool. So she didn’t put much pressure on her leg. Y/n was very thankful for all he was doing. “I know its not the best but at least you can get clean up a bit. Get some of that dirt off of you.”, Steve said as he helped her into the bathroom. Y/n nodded as she slid to sit on the closed toilet lid. “Heres some clothes they might be a little big for you but hopefully they will do for now.” Steve set some clothes down on the counter along with a towel for her. y/n thanked him as he walked out. Being careful to slowly take off her dirty torn clothes. Tossing them to the side. She bit her lip as she moved her slef to the stool in the tub. Using an old cup and wash rag steve gave her to help her clean up. Y/n couldn’t help but to take the wash rag and scrub her body. Trying to wash away all the memories , touch and smell of that other alpha. Wanting it all off of her. Scrubbing so hard her skin started to turn red. Only being happy when his smell was completely off of her. Replaced with the smell of the spiced body wash that was Steves. It wasn’t as nice as his alpha scent but it was better then the smell of that other alpha. 

Y/n softly moaned as she washed her hair out too. It felt so nice to wash all the dirt and sweat out of her hair. She even took a little more time to double wash it just to ensure all the dirt was out of her hair. Finally leaning up to drain the water. Starting to feel cold as the warm water turned cold. She leand over to grab the towel. Sitting on the stool as she dried her self off before moving herself back over to the closed toilet seat. Y/n leaned back a little out of breath as her body was still very tired, very running. After a little bit of a break she reached over to grab the clothes Steve left for her. An old sweater that looked too small for Steve. Maybe he once wore it but now he was too bulk to wear it. She slipped the sweater on, thankful for the warmth it wrapped her in. Along with it were some old looking sweatpants as well. Far too big for her. But she made it work with rolling them and tying them tight around her waist. After she was done she made her way to the door. Holding her foot up as she leaned against the counter and wall to walk to the door. 

As the door opened Steve jumped up making his way over to her to make sure she is okay and help her back to the couch to sit down. “Ill leave it up to you but you can either sleep here on the couch or you can take my bed. Whichever would make you more comfortable.” Steve said as he helped her prop her foot back up. Y/n looked around making notes of the exits. Just in case. Its not that she doesn’t  fully trust Steve but in the situation shes been in anyone would be worried about any alpha. “Its okay you can stay down here if it makes you feel more comfortable. I understand.” Steve say nothing how she looked around. He can see this omega is pretty messed up. Whoever that alpha was he messed her up pretty bad. Steve brought some blankets and pillows over for Y/n helped her to set up on the couch to lay down. “Okay , you okay pup?”. Steve ask after getting Y/n all settled down. Y/n looked up at him nodding. Steve nodded as he stepped away heading to his room. “Ill leave my door open so if you need anything don’t be afraid to yell for me pup. Okay?”. Steve said watching to make sure Y/n nodded and that she was okay before turning to head into his room “Night Pup”. 

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The Sun ☀️, the moon 🌙 & the stars ✨

Chapter 14: A Storm is Coming

Pairing: alpha!steve Rogers x alpha!sam Wilson x alpha!bucky Barnes x omega!reader

Word Count: 4.3K

Warning: Implied smut, so much angst, physical fight, attack. cursing at reader, protective Sam..

A/N: So much is happening in this chapter but this is just a set up for what's to come. I hope you guys like it, it literally took me a year to write this but I'm so inspired to write the next chapter so hopefully it will be out soon!!

Series Masterlist

Steve ducks, narrowly avoiding a well placed punch. He grapples his opponent to try and stop the assault. There’s some back and forth and Steve is sent to the floor but not without bringing his opponent down with him. 

“Losing your touch old man.” 

“I let you win, baby.” Steve says with a chuckle as he looks up at Sam, who’s straddling his hips. 

Sam smirks down at Steve. The gym was empty with most of the team having trained earlier in the day. So Steve is more than happy to pull Sam down by his shirt and kiss him breathless.

“Where’s Bucky? I thought he was going to join us.” Steve asked as they stood back up. 

“Him and Sunshine went to some shop that sells spices from all around the world. She found some recipes she wanted to try out. All I know is that we are going to have to up our training with how many desserts she’s been making.” 

Steve chuckles and nods in agreement. “It’s good to see her back to her usual self though.” He comments as the two of them head to the elevators.

It had been a few short weeks since they had given you your own personal space. The change they had seen was almost immediate and the alphas were proud to be able to provide for you. 

“Yeah it is.” 

Sam hit the button for their floor. They would be busy finalizing the details of their next mission. Then they both place a hand over their chest where a sudden overwhelming feeling comes through the bond.

Steve huffs a laugh as he rubs his chest. “Those two are trouble.” The bond between the four of you was vibrating with mischievous intention.

Your arm was looped around Bucky’s as you walked through the busy streets of the city. It was times like these that you were glad to not only have an alpha but one that looked as intimidating as Bucky did. People tended to move out of his way. He held your bags in his other hand even though you told him you could hold them yourself. 

“I’m just going to be a minute.” Bucky tells you as you stop in front of a store that sells alpha products. “Do you want to come in with me?” 

“Ok, I’ll go with you.” 

Bucky holds the door open for you, the mixed scents of alphas hits you immediately. It makes a shiver run down your spine at how the scents mixed. You weren’t sure if it was the combination of smells or the fact that you were happily mated but you scrunch your nose in disgust.

“This place reeks.” You whisper to Bucky as you walk further into the store. 

Anything and everything an alpha could need was available. From products they could use during their ruts to scent enhancers and blockers for different situations. 

“I think those are a scam.” Bucky says as he looks over your shoulder to find a display of scent enhancers. 

“Do you really?” 

“Of course. Get lonely people to spend their money on it with the empty promise of finding a mate. It’s ridiculous.” 

“They might work though.” You shoot back.

“I doubt it.” 

“Let’s try it out.” You grab one of the testers and spray it on your neck, over your mating gland. “This one says it’s meant to enhance the sweetness in a scent to attract possible mates and make the wearer seem more sexually appealing.” 

It took all but a few minutes for it to work. Bucky took a deep breath. Your scent had definitely become stronger and he let out a low growl as his pupils dilated. He took a step closer to you while burying his nose in the crook of your neck and you held back your giggle. 

“Told you it could work.” You murmured while Bucky kissed his mark on your neck. 

“Let’s go.” He all but growls when another alpha walks by and checks you out. 

You laughed as you ran into the apartment at the tower. Bucky stalked behind you with a pissed off expression on his face. Steve and Sam were in the living room going over mission reports together when you made a mad dash to the stairs that lead to the second floor. 

“What is going on?” Steve looked between you and Bucky. 

“Bucky’s mad I didn’t want to have sex in an alley by a dumpster.” You inform him before looking at Bucky. “I’m a pillow princess. Your words, remember?” 

“She used one of those scent enhancers at the store. She’s being a little tease.” Bucky growled, a little mischievousness in his eyes. 

Sam and Steve looked between the two of you. Neither you nor Bucky realized the enhanced scent still lingered and both alphas took a deep breath. They stood, all three of them looked at you as if you were their last meal and you grinned. 

“If you catch me before I get to our room you can have your way with me. If not, I'll make you watch while I touch myself.” You said before darting up the stairs as quickly as you could. 

You knew you’d lose. Steve had grabbed you by the waist while you were just halfway up. You hid your smile as Steve carried you up the stairs, Sam and Bucky following close behind. 

The four of you laid in a naked heap in the middle of the California king sized bed. You were resting your head on Bucky’s chest while Steve and Sam were talking about who knows what. 

“We should buy some of those enhancers.” You murmur to Bucky and he chuckles. 

“You just like having your alphas wrapped around your finger, don’t you?” 

“Maybe.” 

“Well, Moonbeam, you don’t need anything other than yourself to have us wrapped around these pretty little fingers.” 

You smile up at him before giving him a quick kiss. Sam shifts and turns his attention back to you. His arm comes to rest over your waist while he kisses your shoulder. His chest is pressed firmly against your back and you relish the warmth from the skin to skin contact. You turn your head and Sam connects his lips to yours. 

“You’re a little troublemaker.” Sam mumbles against your lips. 

“You like it.” 

“I love it.” Sam kisses your forehead before pulling away and getting up. “I love you.”

You, Steve and Bucky sit up a bit to watch a naked Sam walk towards the bathroom. The three of you wolf whistle and throw compliments him as he shakes his head. 

“C’mere sweetheart.” Steve pulls you toward him while Bucky leaves to follow Sam. 

“If you’re going to give me bad news, you should’ve done it before we had sex. That way you could’ve fucked me dumb and I wouldn’t have remembered.” 

Steve shakes with laughter. He pulls you in closer to himself, enjoying the way you snuggle up to him.

“When do you leave?” You asked quietly. 

“At the end of the week.” 

“How long?” 

“Almost five weeks.” 

You sit up and look down at Steve. “Five weeks? I’ll be all alone. You can’t do that.” 

“We won’t all leave at the same time. Sam will head out first, then Bucky joins him a few days later and I will leave a few days after that. I wish there was something I could do but this mission is very important.”

“What is it?” You asked as Steve sat up. 

“We found a lead on a group that is trafficking omegas. We’ve been following it for a few weeks now and we have the chance to infiltrate it and break it up so no one else gets hurt.” 

Your breath hitched and you pulled away from Steve as you realized the importance of this mission. But five weeks away from all three of your alphas would be very difficult. While thinking about how you would cope Steve reveals something else.

“Your brother has been helping us find these people.” 

“What?” You ask in disbelief. “My brother? The same person that was trying to kick down my door?” 

“Yes. He was checked out by the medical team and they found a highly dangerous mix of drugs in his system. That same mixture is being sold on the street. He’s our best lead. We wanted to tell you after he got out of the rehab center but you deserve to know the truth.” 

You just nod but you can’t believe what you’re hearing. This felt like too much information too fast. Dread started to pool in your chest.

“Hey,” Steve sat up and snaked an arm around your waist to pull you closer. “Everything will be alright. I was thinking that after we’re done with this mission the four of us could go on a vacation. Spend some time together and relax. What do you think? We can get away from all of this for a little while.” 

“I guess.” 

“Starlight-“ 

“It’s ok.” You look up at Steve, trying to put on a brave face. “This is your job. You have to go and save those omegas. I’ll be fine.” 

Steve kisses your temple before speaking up. “I promise we’ll be back before you know it.”

You can only nod in agreement as you feel a lump form in your throat. This would be the first time that all three alphas would be gone for such a long time. Sure there were a few times that their missions took longer than expected and you were alone for a day or two. But five whole weeks would feel like a lifetime. 

Since finding out about the mission you were trying to spend as much time with Sam, Steve and Bucky as you could. It was really getting into your head that you would be alone for some time. Being alone never bothered you before, in fact it was just how you went through life. But now here were these three amazing and loving men that came crashing into your life and turned your world upside down. They had given you so much in such a short time that you were afraid something would take all the good things away from you. 

The thought of losing any of them plagued your mind constantly. What if they came back and things were different? Logically speaking it didn’t make sense and you knew it. But the omega in you that was practically just starting out was afraid of being away from her alphas. So the thought of being alone again was terrifying, it was dictating your every move. It had completely distracted you from your normal day to day and it was currently affecting your job.

“Shit.” You mutter through gritted teeth as you look down at your shirt. 

You always changed the ink in the big copier but you were distracted. Now you have a huge ink stain on the front of your favorite pink shirt. The morning didn’t get any easier, people were rude and snippy and it was kind of your fault because you were being short and cold to them. Even Ricky and Jonah were keeping their distance. 

“I’ll be with you in just a moment.” You said without looking up to see who was standing there before turning back to the conversation you were having on the phone. “Yes, you have to submit the form a month before the date you want to reserve the room. Yes, you can send it via email. Ok, bye.” 

You hang up and sigh before looking up. 

“Sam.” Your eyes instantly tear up and you pout the moment you see him standing there. 

“Sunshine, what’s going on?” He was concerned about you, they all were. 

“I’m having the worst day. And look at my shirt, it’s ruined.” 

“I can help with that.” He holds up a bag for you. 

“How’d you know?”

“A little birdie told me.” 

“Sammy, you’re the best. I’ll be right back.”  You lean over the counter and grab the bag before rushing off down the hall to get changed in the bathroom. 

“Don’t take too long, I’m taking you to lunch.” He calls out as you leave.

Sam keeps himself busy by texting Bucky and Steve about you. He missed the person that walked past him. The sour scent does get his attention for a moment but it’s a community center so many people come by. It isn’t a few minutes later when he hears your angry voice echo from the hall that he realizes he should have paid more attention. 

****

“Get the fuck away from me.” You land a hard slap against the face of the one person you didn’t want to see again. 

“Why are you being difficult omega?” 

Luca Romano. You hadn’t seen him in weeks since the incident in which he hurt your wrist. Now he had the nerve to show up out of the blue and try to corner you as you left the bathroom. He was even trying to push you back in but you were fighting him off. 

“Why are you such a fucking asshole? I’ve told you multiple times that I don’t like you. Now leave me alone.” 

You watch as he takes a deep breath before his face turns unreadable. “I am going to put you in your place, you stupid, useless omega whore.” 

His hand comes up as if he were going to strike you. You’re not scared though, no, you’re ready to defend yourself. But Luca is ripped away from you and thrown against the wall. Sam is standing in front of you and he’s angry. 

“Were you going to hit my omega?” He growls as he steps closer to Luca, who is getting up from the floor. 

“Your omega?”Luca laughs. “She’s a whore. Can’t you smell it? All those scents mixed together. She was trying to pull me into the bathroom and who am I to deny an omega in need?”

“Bullshit.” You lean to the side to get a better look from behind Sam. “You’ve been harassing me for ages. You’ve even gotten physical.” You feel the way Sam tenses, the way the bond explodes with anger from him and concern from Steve and Bucky. 

“Sunshine, is this the scum that hurt your wrist?” 

“Yes.” You murmur. 

The deep and guttural growl that leaves Sam gives you goosebumps and you immediately take a step back while grabbing your phone from your back pocket in order to call Ricky and Jonah for back up. 

“So you think it’s ok to hurt people just because you’re an alpha?”

“Look man, I don’t know what this bitch told you but she’s been asking for it.” 

“No she hasn’t. And the next words out of your mouth better be an apology or you better say nothing at all, especially not about my omega.” 

Luca stares at Sam before his eyes dart to you. You can see the anger burning as he stares at you. He snarls and lunges to try and grab you but Sam stops him. You’ve never really seen Sam fight someone that was actually trying to cause harm but it was impressive and a bit scary. He lands a punch right to Luca’s jaw and sends him tumbling back. 

Ricky and Jonah rush to stop the fight. Sam definitely held back but you could see how badly he wanted to destroy Luca for what he said about you and what he’d done to you. It was Jonah who had to push him back and remind him that you were watching. When Sam turned around to look at you his demeanor completely changed. He was back to the same Sam you knew but you still flinched when he reached out to grab your hand. It made tears pool in your eyes.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper.

“No, Sunshine, you don’t have to apologize for anything.” 

“This is all my fault.” 

“Hey, Sweets, why don’t we go into the conference room.” Ricky gets closer. “We have to wait for the cops and they’ll need your statement so they know Sam was only defending you.” 

“Ok. We should call Steve and Bucky.” 

“They’re already on their way.” 

****

Steve and Bucky were livid. Feeling them so riled up had you on edge. The cops had taken Luca away before they showed up and as much as you hated the man you were glad. It would have only hurt their reputation, especially Bucky’s, if they saw him. The other thing that added fuel to the fire was the cops didn’t let them see you since they were still taking your statement. They’d even brought one of the lawyers that works for the Avengers with them.  In the lobby Mr. Burke was having a fit and Mrs. Levy was scolding him for it.

When you finally did get to leave the interview you headed straight for your desk to collect your things. Bucky and Steve wanted to rush to you but Mrs. Levy stopped them, she walked over to you instead. 

“Y/N?” She called you softly while she leaned all her weight on her cane. 

You looked up at her from your seat and blinked back tears. 

“If you want you can stay with me. I can make up the couch.” 

“Thank you Ophelia but I’ll be ok.” 

“Are you sure?” She asked. “You don’t have to go with them just because they’re your alphas.”

She was worried for you and you remembered what had happened to her daughter. You got up and surprised her by giving her a hug. 

“I’ll be ok I promise. But I’ll call you later, ok?” 

“I’ll be waiting.” 

You give her the best smile you could muster before heading to the front door. Three worried alphas follow as you make your way to one of their cars. Steve takes Sam’s keys and ushers him into his own car while Bucky opens the passenger door for you. 

No one says a word. Not in the two separate car rides or the elevator ride up to your floor. The tension can be cut with a knife when you all walk into your shared apartment. 

“Sweetheart-“ Steve starts but you cut him off. 

“I don’t want to talk about it.” You murmur and head into your room. 

Bucky ushers Sam towards the living room. He sits and leans forward, laying his forearms on his thighs and hanging his head low. 

“She flinched.” Sam says before looking up at Steve and Bucky. “I was so mad I beat the shit out of that guy and when I turned to her, she flinched when I reached out to her.” 

“It was a tense situation.”

“What if she hates me now? Worse, what if she’s scared of me?” 

“I highly doubt she’s scared of you.” Steve says as he moves to sit next to Sam. “We have to remember that her home life was bad, it could have just been an involuntary reaction.” 

Sam nodded but he still looked defeated. The last thing he ever wants is for you to be afraid of him. All three alphas knew you were having a hard time accepting that they’d be gone for a while. They wanted their last week with you to be filled with some good, fun times. Now their plans have been ruined. 

“I’m gonna go check on her.” Steve says before getting up and heading towards your room.

****

Steve knocks softly on your door. The minute he does music starts to play and he can’t help but sigh. He rests his forehead against the door and speaks.

“Starlight, I know today was a lot for you. I just want to know if you need anything and if you’re ok.” 

You were sitting with your back against the door on the other side. There were really no words to describe the overwhelming emotions swelling in your chest at the moment. It’s why you wanted to be alone. Although Steve wanted to know you were ok you didn’t answer. You didn’t know what to say so you just sat there and hoped he’d go back to making sure Sam was alright. 

“Ok, you don’t have to talk if you don’t want to but please come find us if you need anything. We just want to keep you happy and safe.” Steve says before walking away. 

You knew that and it made you feel guilty that Steve felt like he had to remind you. It all felt like too much. Them leaving for as long as they were, the crappy day that turned into a nightmare and Sam fighting someone to protect you. You never wanted them to have to get physical in order to protect you. It made you sick to your stomach to know they were willing to compromise themselves for you.

 As the afternoon slowly turned to nighttime you continued to play the events of the day in your head. Taking a nap didn’t help, it only brought up the nightmares. Trying to read didn’t help, you couldn’t concentrate on the words. It was late enough that your alphas should be in bed and you needed to get something to drink. 

Without much thought you opened the door to your room only to find Sam walking past. He froze as the light from your room spilled out into the dark hallway. He was in sweatpants and no shirt. It was like he was afraid to scare you if he turned around too quickly. As slowly as he could he turned halfway to face you. 

“I’m sorry Sunshine, I didn’t mean to wake you.” Sam says softly. 

You shake your head slightly in confusion. 

“Were you not sleeping?” 

You shake your head again. 

Sam sighs, “you should get some rest. Today… was a long day. You must be tired, I’ll let you go.” 

It pained you to see him be so cautious around you. Before he could turn away you held your hand out and he took it. Without second guessing you pulled Sam into your room and pulled him towards your bed until he sat with his back resting against the headboard. You straddled his lap, hid your face in the crook of his neck and wrapped your arms around him as best you could. Sam just accepts your affection and waits for whatever comes next.

“I wasn’t scared because of you.” You murmur before pulling back to look at Sam. “You have to know that I trust you with my life.”

You watched as Sam released the breath he’d been holding. The weight of the world had been lifted off his shoulders and he slumped down. 

“When you flinched-“

“The only person that scared me was him. He reminded me of how my dad used to come at me. It just brought up a lot of bad memories.”

“We’ll never let anyone hurt you, Sunshine. I don’t care if I get in any kind of trouble. I’ll always protect you.” 

You give him a small smile before you lean forward and kiss him soft and sweet. “I love you so much, Sam. Thank you for protecting me today and I’m sorry I hid when we got home.”

“I understand, you needed some time to process.” 

You smile and nod. 

“I love you too. Now, I’ll go so that you can get some sleep.”

“No. You have to stay.”

It’s Sam’s turn to smile. “Oh I have to?”

“Yes,” you pout. “You’re leaving in a few days. We have to spend as much time together as we can.” 

“Ok. I’ll stay. Now let's get comfortable. It’s been a long day.” 

You yawn and stretch before nodding in agreement. The two of you get comfortable in your nest and you fall asleep rather quickly.

The day Sam had to leave arrived sooner than you would have liked. You stood in the hangar at the top of the tower and watched as Sam and some of the team as well as a few agents finished packing everything they needed for this mission. Steve and Bucky were right by your side but they weren’t as worried as you were. They would see Sam in a couple of days. 

“Alright, it seems like we have everything.” Sam says as he stops in front of the three of you. 

“Be careful out there.” Steve steps forward and gives Sam a quick kiss. 

“I’ll see you in a couple of days.” Bucky said before also kissing Sam and then walking away with Steve to give you a minute. 

You don’t say anything, instead you wrap your arms around Sam’s midsection. Sam in turn holds you close as his chin rests on top of your head. He sways you side to side gently until he hears you sniffle.

“Sunshine, don’t cry. These weeks will go by in a flash.” Sam says as he cradles your face in his hands.

“I know. It’ll be fine, I’ll be fine.” You said, trying to sound convincing but the silent tears betrayed you. 

Sam gave you a few quick little pecks on the lips before deepening the kiss. It was loving and reassuring but also slightly desperate. It made you realize that he was also nervous about leaving. 

“I love you so much, Sunshine. I’ll see you soon.” Sam says after someone calls his name. 

“Bye, my love. Be careful ok?” 

“I will.” Sam replies while walking backwards. He sends you a wink and toothy grin before turning around and getting on the jet. 

****

Soon enough you were back at the hangar seeing Bucky off and then Steve. They both reassured you that they would be back as quickly as possible. It would only be a couple of short weeks. You’d be able to deal with that. The dread that had settled in your chest would disappear. It had to.

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[witchywithwhiskey]

the alpha next door

pairing: alpha!steve rogers x omega!female reader

summary: you and your neighbor are harboring feelings for each other, but both of you think the other is too sweet. then, things take a turn when your first heat since moving in hits, revealing the depth of your feelings for the alpha next door—and his for you.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), omegaverse AU tropes (heats, knots, purring, mating, scenting), piv sex, breeding kink/pregnancy kink (reader's on birth control tho), accidental voyeurism, masturbation (m + f), dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink, little bit of mommy kink, size kink, pet names (baby), mutual pining, idiots in love, dual pov

word count: 8.9k

a/n: here's my entry for @stargazingfangirl18 and @labella420's Cum Together Extravaganza!!! i used the A/B/O AU and breeding kink prompts—and this is my very first omegaverse fic!!! so uhhh please be kind because i don't know what i'm doing 😅 also loosely inspired by "too sweet" by hozier!! anyway, this ended up a lot longer than i thought it would be....whoops!! hope y'all enjoy!!!

When you first moved into the little pink cottage next door, Steve Rogers decided that you were too sweet for an ex-soldier alpha like him. An omega like you was filled with sunshine and gentleness, and you deserved an alpha who would treat you like the precious thing you were. 

The kindest thing Steve could do for you was stay away. The thoughts you inspired in his alpha hindbrain had him hating the rough and greedy animal side of himself. He wanted to dig his fingers into your plush hips and bend you over, make you present your pretty little body in the way the alpha in him craved. 

But he reminded himself you were too sweet. Too sweet for the obscene thoughts that plagued his mind. Too sweet to be defiled by a big alpha like him. Too sweet to be swollen and round and glowing because you were carrying his child…

Still, you were his neighbor and Steve couldn’t avoid you entirely, even though everything he saw only reaffirmed his belief that you were too good for him. 

The little pink cottage beside his house had come with a front garden filled with pink roses and all manner of other pink flowers that Steve couldn’t even begin to name, but you tended to them like you’d planted them yourself. Steve would get home from work, park his truck in his driveway—which had a perfect view of your front garden. He’d watch you from behind his tinted windows as you took care of your flowers, looking like a garden fairy come to life.

When Steve eventually grew uncomfortable with how long he’d been watching you, he would get out of his truck and call a gruff hello to you as he made his way inside. Your melodic voice returning his greeting would follow him into his house, where he’d close his door and lean against it, panting like he’d just escaped a warzone while his cock strained against his jeans. But Steve wouldn’t stoop to jerking himself off to the thought of you—at least not while you were just outside. 

On weekends, Steve would work in his backyard, mowing the grass and tending to the shrubs that ran along the line separating his property from yours. When the weather was nice and pleasantly warm, you would sit out on your small back porch, curled up in a wicker chair reading some book or another.

Steve would offer to mow your lawn, just for an excuse to stay outside longer, and be a little bit closer to you. You’d let him, and thank him for his efforts by giving him some ice cold lemonade, smiling up at him while he drank it. Steve wasn’t the least bit surprised the lemonade was more sweet than tart. 

As the weeks and months passed since you’d moved in, Steve couldn’t help but feel his desire for you growing, becoming a living thing curling around his heart, making it beat for you. You were the sweetest and prettiest omega he’d ever met, and he’d be lucky to be your alpha, but he kept his distance, certain you could do better than him.

That is, until your first heat after moving in next door changed everything.

That was when Steve learned you were far more than the innocent little omega he’d determined you to be—you were a creature of sex and desire, made to take an alpha’s knot and be pumped full of come in the hopes that their seed would take root in your womb. When your heat hit fully, your keening wails echoed from your cottage, and they were a siren song that called directly to Steve’s alpha heart.

But he kept himself away. After all, there were polite ways of going about these things, and he’d never even asked you out on a date, so he certainly wasn’t going to assume you wanted his help to get you through your heat. Besides, you hadn’t asked for him to join you, anyway.

That didn’t stop Steve from keeping an eye on you, though.

He’d noticed the slight change in your scent a few days before your heat truly set in, his cock reacting even more to your perfect omega body than normal. Steve felt like he was walking around with a constant bulge in his pants after getting a single whiff of your scent, but he ignored the niggling feeling telling him he needed to be close to you and did his best to hide his reaction. He knew you had other things to worry about than the comfort of the alpha next door. 

Even though something in him compelled him to go to you, Steve couldn’t bring himself to walk over to your cottage. It occurred to him that even if you didn’t want him to help you through your heat, he could offer to go to the store to get the food and provisions you’d need. But he didn’t. He was worried about what he’d do if he looked into your home and saw your nest and smelled your sweet perfume. 

So Steve kept his distance, watching you from his truck and the windows of his house as you brought home a week’s worth of provisions—protein bars and sports drinks that would keep you nourished enough to make it through your heat. Steve wished he could carry the heavy-looking bags into your home, but his cock was pitching a tent in his sweatpants, and he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable with the way his alpha body reacted to your omega scent. 

Finally, as your heat drew closer, you locked up your cottage, closing all the windows and drawing all the curtains. Steve couldn’t help but notice, though, that you left the skylight in your bedroom cracked open a tiny bit. Steve’s alpha hindbrain itched at the thought that you’d only left it open because you couldn’t close it yourself, and he had to hold himself back from going over to your cottage to offer to close it.

Steve knew omegas liked to keep their nests dark and warm and locked up tight. They wanted to keep all the scents created during a heat trapped in their nest, at least until their heat broke. So it was curious that you’d left the skylight open, even a little bit. 

But when your heat hit in earnest that evening, your pitiful whimpers and desperate moans filtering through the open window and directly to Steve’s ears—through the window of his bedroom that he’d thrown open the moment he’d heard you—he forgot about what omegas typically wanted. Instead, all the blood in his body rushed to his cock, making him harder than he’d ever been in his life. 

Steve stood at the window of his bedroom, which overlooked your cottage, his eyes glazing over as he listened to you pant and whine and cry out for an alpha that wasn’t coming. Because of course Steve had noticed that no alpha had arrived to help you through your heat. He assumed you were using any number of the toys that were sold precisely to help unmated omegas get through their heats without an alpha’s help. 

But it meant you were alone, in your nest, riding out your heat on some silicone knot. That thought nearly made Steve storm from his house and barge into your cottage to demand you let him help you, but he reminded himself you were too sweet, too sweet, too sweet for him. So instead, he fisted his cock and listened to your raspy pleas fill the night sky.

“Need your knot, alpha, oh god, please,” you babbled, your voice beautifully melodic to Steve even when you were desperately begging for something he knew he shouldn’t give you. “Fill me up, daddy, I need it—need your knot, alpha—daddy, daddy, alpha, please, please, please!” Your moans grew louder and Steve could only imagine the thick silicone knot that was filling you up the way he should be filling you.

One of Steve’s hands gripped the frame of his window tightly, using the feel of the wood digging into his palm to keep himself grounded as he physically fought with his alpha instincts. He wanted to break into your cottage and rip your toys away from you so he could help you through your heat. Like he was meant to. It should be him inside you, sinking into your warm, welcoming cunt while you looked up at him with those beautiful eyes of yours.

Steve’s other hand gripped his cock, pumping his hard, stiff length with a fist so tight, it was nearly punishing. It helped a little, but his fist was a far cry from your perfect cunt, which would be gushing with wetness and so hot, Steve would feel like he was sinking into heaven and hell at the same time. And when he came, it wouldn’t be anywhere near as satisfying as emptying his balls right against your cervix, pumping your womb full of his seed while knot locked your bodies together so it would be almost certain he’d knock you up. 

That is, if you weren’t on birth control. Which most unmated omegas were, Steve reminded himself.

Still, the alpha in him was a beast barely caged—he wanted to breed you. 

Steve wanted to see you impaled on his cock and his knot, so bloated from how full you were with his come that he could see it in the way your belly bulged, giving a preview of what you’d look like growing with his child. He wanted to knock you up, he wanted to see you swollen and round with his pup. 

He wanted to keep fucking you even as you carried his child, watching you bounce on his knot, your tits swollen with milk and your belly big and round while he tried to fill your womb with another before you’d even popped out the first. Steve wanted to keep you pregnant all the time, your pretty little omega body always ripe and swollen with his pups, taking his knot and his come every moment of the day so he could make sure you were always glowing with the radiance of motherhood.

It was that image of you—beautiful and knocked up, your eyes hazy with pleasure that came only from being impaled on his cock, and being locked on his knot—that made Steve come. 

He grunted as the pleasure of his fist and his thoughts of you finally became too much, wrapping both his hands around his thick length, one squeezing his knot while the other pumped the rest of his shaft. His come erupted from the tip, streaming over the windowsill and dripping down to his bare feet on the wooden floor of his bedroom.

A growl tore from Steve’s lips while he came, a deep, dark part of his alpha hindbrain responding furiously to the fact that he was wasting his seed. He should be emptying his balls deep in your fertile cunt while your slick walls gripped his knot and milked every drop of his seed into your womb, where it belonged. 

Steve’s release seemed to last for ages, longer than he’d ever experienced before, and if it wasn’t for the fact that his head finally started to clear when it abated, he would’ve been worried he’d gone into rut. But finally, Steve surfaced from the depths of his pleasure, and winced when he remembered the thoughts that had made him come.

Steve was appalled by the direction in which his imagination had gone, and felt guilty for imagining you in such a state as pregnant and bouncing on his cock—even as the reminder made his cock leak one last spurt of his release. Cursing and castigating himself, Steve moved away from the window to clean himself up and wipe down the spot where he’d been standing. 

The entire time he was cleaning up after himself, Steve felt off-balance. He’d never felt such a pull toward an omega before you, and he’d never been so close to going into rut just from listening to an omega whimper and moan. If he didn’t know better, he would think you were his mate—the one omega in the whole world who was perfect for him. 

But Steve pushed that thought aside and reminded himself you were too sweet for an alpha like him. You might’ve sounded desperate and needy while you suffered through your heat alone, but you deserved better than an alpha who could think of nothing else besides pumping you full of come and knocking you up with his child.

Steve felt disturbed all over again when he thought of the vivid, obscene things he’d imagined while he’d jerked himself off. He’d never been the type of alpha to get off on the idea of breeding, let alone pictured anyone swollen with his kid while they were impaled on his cock. Steve felt so far out of his depth, he swiped his clean hand down his face to try to regain the equilibrium that had been shattered by your pretty omega sounds.

Thankfully, you’d gone blessedly quiet at some point when Steve had been coming all over his windowsill. He tossed the rag he’d used to clean up his mess into the laundry and flopped down on his bed, knowing he wouldn’t be getting any rest that night. It was a good thing he’d called out of work on heat leave.

Even as Steve lay in his bed, the refrain that you were too sweet for him repeating in his mind, he couldn’t help hoping that you were getting some much-needed rest. He’d never been one to worry over much about whether someone was sleeping or eating, but he wondered if you’d had a protein bar and drank a sports drink before falling asleep. He knew you needed to keep up your strength if you’d make it through your heat. 

His thoughts spinning around in his mind, Steve fell into a light, fitful sleep, his alpha hindbrain remaining alert and attuned to the sounds coming from your cottage. Little did he know, it wouldn’t be long before everything would change. Something would happen that would force Steve to finally give in to the connection between him and the omega next door.

When you woke on the second morning of your heat, it was to a burning need cutting through your core, urging you to roll onto your knees and sink down on the silicone knot toy that had slipped from your pussy while you slept. Unbidden, the face of the alpha next door, Steve Rogers, popped into your mind and you sobbed through another wave of aching desire, wishing desperately that he was with you to help you through your heat.

You hadn’t met the alpha until after you’d moved into the little pink cottage next door to his much larger home, and you were instantly smitten with the former soldier. He was big—so much bigger than you—with broad shoulders and bulging biceps that were barely hidden beneath the tight t-shirts he always seemed to wear. But it was Steve’s thighs that were always so distracting to you, so thick they made you want to ride them until your slick was drenching his jeans.

A pitiful moan fell from your lips as you reached between your thighs, grasping blindly for the toy you’d discarded in your sleep. With your face still shoved into a pillow and sleep still clinging to the edges of your consciousness, you slid down on the thick silicone cock, pretending it belonged to Steve. 

The alpha next door was just so…sweet. 

It hadn’t taken you long after moving into your cottage to learn your neighbor’s schedule, and you made sure to always be working in the garden in front of your home when he got back from work. You lived for the growly greetings he would call to you, and the faint blush that would graze his cheekbones, like he was shy around you, his harmless omega neighbor. 

And on the weekends, when you knew Steve wasn’t working, you sat on your back porch reading—though you were more often ogling the fit alpha’s shoulders and arms as he worked in his backyard. The sun would shine on Steve’s blond hair and make him look like a golden god, with sparkling blue eyes that would occasionally flick in your direction, though you didn’t think he was really looking at you.

Of course, when he’d offer to mow your lawn, you’d let him. Then, to show the alpha your thanks, you’d make him some nice refreshing lemonade. If that meant you could watch him quench his thirst while you imagined his sweet mouth on your body, drinking your slick as eagerly as he drank your lemonade, then that was just a bonus to being a good neighbor. Right?

It had become abundantly clear to you that you harbored a crush on Steve, and it was nearly excruciating living next to him when he didn’t seem interested in making a move on his omega neighbor. After all, it had been months, and he’d been nothing but friendly and respectful and sweet. 

It was obvious, at least to you, that Steve was too sweet for you—too sweet to be the rough, dominant alpha you craved. Too sweet to bend you over and impale you on his thick cock with one stroke. Too sweet to shove his knot into your cunt and make you come so hard you saw stars. Too sweet to knock you up over and over again, filling up that big house of his with pups that you’d created together. 

You’d told yourself it was for the best that Steve kept his distance. If he couldn’t be what you needed, then you didn’t want your crush to develop into unrequited feelings. But your heart didn’t listen, so you kept putting yourself in situations where you’d get to see your neighbor—working in your front garden when he got home, sitting on your back porch while he was in his backyard. 

Then, you began to feel your heat coming on, and your thoughts about the alpha next door only worsened. It wasn’t uncommon anymore for unmated omegas to ask alpha friends or acquaintances to help them through their heats, but the prospect of asking Steve for his help, getting to come all over his knot for days on end, and then trying to go back to the way things were sounded torturous. 

Instead, you went about your heat preparations as you always did, gathering supplies from the grocery store and stocking up the minifridge in your bedroom with sports drinks while you piled your bedside table high with protein bars. You closed and locked all the doors and windows of your cottage, drawing the curtains tight to keep out the sun. 

You knew you were a bit of an odd omega, and you didn’t like total darkness in your nest, which was why you had been the only one interested in the little cottage. It had a skylight in the bedroom that any other omega would want closed and covered during their heat. The window itself was covered in a film that dampened most of the direct  sunlight and you enjoyed the natural light, even when you were deep in your heat, so it was perfect for you.

It occurred to you, as you were preparing your room, that if you cracked open the skylight, the sounds you made during your heat would filter out from your cottage. Your desperate cries for a knot might even be heard by the alpha next door…

Later, you’d blame your decision to leave the skylight open on the dangerous combination of your pre-heat brain and the exquisite agony of your crush on Steve. But by that time, the little decision you’d made in the urgency of your heat preparations would’ve irrevocably changed your life—for the better—and you wouldn’t give a thought to regretting what you’d done.

Still, on that second morning of your heat, when you were woken by the need to be knotted and flooded with come, you didn’t even remember that you’d decided to leave the skylight open. So you had no idea whether it was working or not, whether Steve could hear you—but he wasn’t far from your thoughts as you rode your silicone alpha toy, trying to slake the need that burned through your body. 

Your heats were always a little hazy, like most omega’s, with desire and need pounding through your blood so insistently, you couldn’t form any coherent thoughts. Your mind could only focus on getting a cock inside you, then a knot and, if you’d had an alpha to help you, the gush of their come. Since you were so mindless, you uttered words that you’d forgotten the second they fell from your lips.

The first night of your heat, when you’d had a moment of clear-headedness enough to gulp down a sports drink and scarf a protein bar, you’d hoped you hadn’t cried out anything that would embarrass you—like Steve’s name. You’d had a vague memory of calling out for an alpha, which was normal for an unmated omega, and a daddy, which was normal for you, given your desires when you weren’t going through your heat. But you’d breathed a sigh of relief when you didn’t remember calling out for Steve specifically. 

You couldn’t imagine what would happen if you cried out Steve’s name while in heat. But you were about to find out.

The silicone toy in your cunt wasn’t cutting it. It had been just fine that first night, though you hadn’t felt as satisfied as you normally did, and you hadn’t slept as long as you typically did in between waves of your heat. Something about this heat felt different. You weren’t just desperate for an alpha’s knot and come, you wanted more…

You wanted a pup. You wanted an alpha’s cock shoved deep in your cunt, unloading their come against your cervix, filling your womb with a seed that would take and knock you up. You wanted to be bred—and not just by any alpha. You wanted the alpha next door to breed you.

Steve. You wanted Steve. You needed Steve. 

“Please,” you gasped, the word leaving your lips as you thought of your big, sweet alpha neighbor. His face came easily to your mind, those sparkling blue eyes and soft lips, that strong jaw and the way a blush turned his cheeks the most perfect shade of pink. “Please, alpha, need your knot, need your come,” you whined, speaking to the image of Steve in your mind.

You pushed yourself up onto your knees, grabbing one of the many pillows from your bed and shoving it between your thighs, forcing the silicone alpha cock deeper into your cunt. Still, it wasn’t enough, even as you tried to make due. 

You rocked your hips, trying to replicate the feeling of fucking yourself on an alpha’s cock, but it paled in comparison. A desperate whine worked its way up your throat, filling your room and slipping from the skylight into the morning air.

“Please, daddy, wanna have your baby,” you cried, your hands going to your tits and tugging on your nipples so roughly, pleasure and pain swirled through your body, creating a tornado of sensation that only fed the need burning in your core. “Wan’ you to knock me up, alpha, wanna give you pups, wan’ you to suck on my milky tits while you fuck me, daddy.” You groped your breasts, pinching your nipples like you were milking yourself, the sensations making your cunt gush slick all over the toy inside you. 

The pleasure was gathering in your core, making you more desperate to reach the pinnacle of your climax. Your hips worked, humping the pillow and cock between your thighs, shoving yourself down against the knot at the base of the toy, knowing it was what you needed to come, but your pussy was still too tight to take it. 

“Oh god, I need it, alpha, I need it, I need it,” you babbled mindlessly, fucking yourself furiously on the toy and still wishing it was Steve’s cock. 

You pictured him beneath you, his cheeks tinged pink, not with a blush, but with the flush of his desire for you, his blue eyes nearly black from his pupils blowing wide as he stared up at you. His soft mouth parted as he groaned, his thick cock buried in your tight cunt, twitching as you squeezed him.

It was with that image in your mind that the fateful words spilled from your lips. You cried out desperately, “Knock me up, daddy, gimme your pup, please—please, breed me, Steve!” 

So close to the edge of your release, you barely heard the distant crashing sound that echoed between your little cottage and the house that belonged to the alpha next door. All you heard were your gasping breaths and mindless moans, the toy shoving into your cunt making low squelching noises that only managed to turn you on more. 

It was only when a much closer smashing sound preceded the swirl of cool morning air infiltrating your home, and flooding into your nest, that you were able to drag your attention away from your own desperate frustration. Your omega instincts were going haywire, part of you telling you something was wrong, while another part unfurled and shifted, like a flower blooming toward the sun. 

Blinking your eyes to clear away the haze of your heat, your mouth fell open in an ‘o’ of surprise at the sight of the alpha in your bedroom doorway. 

Steve’s big body filled the doorway, his hands clutching the wooden frame while his chest heaved with heavy breaths. It looked like he was trying to hold himself back, his grip so tight on your doorframe that a distant part of your mind worried it might splinter beneath his palms. But you couldn’t think too closely about that, not when your neighbor was staring at you with a crazed look in his eyes, like he wanted to fill you with his knot as badly as you wanted to be filled.

Your too sweet alpha neighbor’s mouth—which was normally curved in a soft, friendly smile—was twisted with ferocious lust, and when he spoke, his voice was a rough growl like nothing you’d ever heard from Steve. 

“Invite me into your bed,” he rumbled, the order clear in his voice even if he didn’t use his alpha command. “Ask me to help you through your heat, tell me you want me here,” he went on through clenched teeth, an edge of desperation in his tone that called your heart—and your cunt. “Tell me you want me, omega.” His fingers gripped the doorframe tighter, and you heard the wood creak beneath his strength. 

Your pussy spasmed and your heart lurched when Steve called you by your designation, but it was when his scent hit you that you felt something inside your being shift and lock into place. Steve smelled like home—like safety and security and love. He smelled like a future of wrangling children together and making love together and sitting on a porch swing together and growing old together. 

In that moment, you knew what your instincts had known from the moment you met Steve—he was your mate. He was the one alpha in all the world who was meant for you, just as you were the omega meant for him. And once you knew that, it was the easiest thing in the world to part your lips and beg him to join you in your nest, in your bed, and help you through your heat.

“Please, Steve—please, mate, please help me,” you begged, your voice breathy with need and excitement, tears of joy shining in your eyes. 

Something shifted in Steve’s expression when you called him your mate. You watched as he took a deep breath, scenting you the way you had him. A riot of emotions swirled in those beautiful blue eyes of his—disbelief, acknowledgement, acceptance, satisfaction, pride. You saw the moment he realized what you’d only just discovered, a smile flickering at the corner of his mouth.

“My omega, my mate,” Steve growled, finally letting go of the doorframe and launching himself at you.

Finally—finally—Steve was coming to you, closing the distance between you, and you’d never been happier in all your life. The alpha next door was your mate, and you hoped that meant he would be more than willing to knock you up and breed you like you needed.

Steve had woken from his fitful sleep to the sound of your sweet cries that morning, though they sounded much more desperate to his ears. He wasn’t sure if it was his imagination or not, but you sounded less than satisfied with whatever toy you were using and Steve slid a hand down to his already hard cock, thinking you should’ve been riding him instead of some silicone dick.

He’d lazily stroked his cock, trying to restrain himself from coming all over his stomach, while listening to your increasingly desperate cries. Steve had fisted a hand in the sheets of his bed, hoping it would be enough to hold himself back from storming over to your cottage and taking your heat into his own hands. 

Then, Steve heard you cry out his name and something in him snapped. Before he even knew what he was doing, he’d thrown on some boxer briefs and stormed out of his bedroom, leaping down the stairs and throwing open the front door of his house so ferociously, he’d ripped it off some of the hinges. 

Not even caring that he was leaving his door open, Steve charged over to your cottage, taking a little bit more care with your front door when he broke the lock and pushed it open, flinging it closed behind him. He knew it was likely stuck closed thanks to the broken lock, but Steve only cared that it would prevent anyone else from getting into your home. He’d deal with getting out later. Much later.

Finally, Steve got to the doorway of your bedroom, your nest, and he’d stumbled to a stop at the sight that lay before him.

You were perched in the center of your big bed, a pillow wedged between your thighs, the knot of a toy barely visible while you humped futilely on the fake cock. Your delicate fingers groped your tits, squeezing your soft flesh and pinching your nipples like you were milking yourself—that thought making even more blood rush to Steve’s cock. Desperate whimpers and whines fell from your lips, more pleas to be knocked up and filled with pups, and they were nearly his undoing.

At the last second, Steve gripped the doorframe, holding himself back from pouncing on you, as he tried to remember why he shouldn’t be there. You were an unmated omega, in heat, and he hadn’t gotten permission to be in your nest, let alone help you through your heat. And you were too sweet for him…

God, you looked sweet, though. Sweet enough that Steve’s mouth watered with the thought of how slick you were, how good you would taste on his tongue. Even from the doorway, he could see the way your wetness had soaked the pillow between your thighs. He wanted to taste you, to scent you, he wanted you. 

Steve was seconds away from launching himself at you when your gaze finally landed on him. It was the delighted surprise in your eyes that urged him to ground out a desperate plea for consent to enter your room and help you through your heat. Blessedly, you seemed coherent enough to answer—but you didn’t only answer and beg for his help, you called him your mate.

That word struck a chord in Steve’s chest, his heart pounding even harder at the impossible prospect that you were his mate—that you were meant to be his. But he took a deep breath, taking in the scent of you and opening himself up to the possibility that you were his. 

You even smelled sweet, like the pink roses in your front garden—or, rather, the peace Steve felt when he came home to find you tending to your flowers. You smelled like the warmth of a gentle fire and the giddiness of butterfly kisses. You smelled like life, like the time unfurling before the two of you, years and decades spent with each other, making each other happy. 

It was as if Steve truly came alive for the first time when he scented you, and the last tether of the self-restraint holding him back from you snapped. 

“My omega, my mate,” he rumbled in a low purr, a voice he’d never even heard himself use before. But he didn’t have time to think about that too closely—he only knew he needed to get to you. 

As quickly as he could, Steve surged into your room, tearing off his boxer briefs—the only clothing he’d had the presence of mind to put on, and he was thankful for it, since it saved him the grief of a public indecency charge—in the few steps it took to get to your bed.

By the time Steve tackled you into the tangle of blankets and pillows, he was naked as the day he was born, his cock throbbing with need and brushing against swaths of your soft, bare skin, leaving his precum behind. The alpha cradled your body in his strong arms as he rolled you beneath him, his narrow hips slotting perfectly between your plush thighs, his hard length resting against your mound. 

But there was something in his way, something that shouldn’t be inside you and Steve couldn’t help but growl, “Get that fucking toy out of my cunt, ‘mega.” He softened the fury in his voice with light, fleeting kisses to your cheeks and temple and forehead, greedy to taste the sweetness of your skin.

“Yes, alpha,” you gasped, fumbling between your bodies to wrench the silicone dick from your tight hole. 

The sweet submission in your voice was too much for Steve—he had to taste it. Slanting his lips to yours, Steve kissed you for the first time, groaning into your mouth at the wondrous feeling of your mouth beneath his. You tasted better than you smelled, like radiant sunshine bursting on his tongue and casting a golden glow over his entire body. 

Deepening the kiss, Steve plundered your mouth, stroking his tongue against yours and nipping at your lips until you were gasping and panting beneath him. Your entire body trembled with unslaked need, your fingers clinging to his bulging biceps as you cried out for him, all of which stroked Steve’s alpha ego so much, his cock twitched and leaked against your belly.

“Please, Steve—daddy—alpha—I need you inside me,” you wailed in a broken voice and Steve’s instincts took over.

He shifted his hips back, the tip of his cock finding your slick hole and he pushed forward, sinking his hard length into your cunt with one thrust. Steve’s entire world realigned, his heart stuttering in his chest at the feeling of your tight heat consuming him, overwhelming him. An animalistic groan left his lips, and he buried the sound in your neck, breathing in your scent as he tried not to come immediately.

With Steve’s cock finally buried inside you, he felt your body relax beneath him, your moan of pleasure dissolving into a sigh of relief. Steve’s hindbrain felt a deep satisfaction at the way you melted in his arms, your submission to him apparent in the loosening of your muscles. Finding your lips again, Steve kissed you sweetly, cherishing the moment of calm before your heat urged the two of you to move.

“Thank you, alpha,” you whispered, your voice soft and blissful and the most content Steve had heard it since your heat began in earnest the day before. “The toys weren’t working.” You pressed a kiss to Steve’s cheek on your way to burying your face in the crook of his neck, breathing so deeply he could hear your inhale, making his cock twitch in the depths of your pussy. 

Then, your words pierced through the haze of pleasure in Steve’s mind and he purred, smiling into your neck when you relaxed further beneath him, responding to him.

“You needed your mate, didn’t you, baby?” Steve cooed, lavishing your neck with kisses until you were whining and squirming beneath him. “Needed your daddy to pound your needy little cunt like only your alpha could, huh?” He started rolling his hips in tight circles, grinding into your cunt, his knot rubbing your clit in a way that had you clenching deliciously around him. “Needed me to pump your sweet little womb full of come, huh, needed me to give you a pup?” 

As soon as the heated words fell from Steve’s lips, he wished he could take them back. He’d heard you beg him to breed you, but that was when you were riding a silicone alpha dick, not when you were seconds away from taking Steve’s knot. 

Mentally, Steve chastised himself for letting his mouth run away from him so soon. He’d barely gotten his cock in you and he was already talking about knocking you up. He didn’t want you to think he was that kind of alpha, one that only wanted an omega to pump out babies for him—even though the thought did make Steve rock hard.

“Sorry, ‘mega,” Steve mumbled, shifting his arms beneath your body so he could cradle your head in one hand, holding you still while he rocked his hips into yours, kissing your cheek and jaw and neck and anywhere he could reach. 

“Sorry for what?” you asked on a gasp, hooking your legs around Steve’s sides and clinging to him so you could grind on his thick cock. 

Thankfully, you didn’t seem turned off or scared by Steve’s breeding talk. If anything, the way you arched your spine and shoved your cunt down on his dick made him think you liked it. But surely that couldn’t be true.

“Didn’t mean to mention pups so soon,” Steve said gruffly, hiding his face in your neck so you wouldn’t see the blush that he knew was turning his cheeks pink. 

“Oh god,” you moaned, your cunt squeezing Steve’s cock as your body writhed beneath his. “Wanna give you so many pups, alpha,” you cried, humping up from beneath Steve’s big body, riding his cock harder than you’d been riding your toy when he’d walked in. 

Steve went cross-eyed at the assault on his senses. Between the perfect heat of your slick pussy gripping his cock, teasing his knot every time you rocked against him, and the sound of your sweet voice confessing you wanted him to knock you up, Steve’s body shuddered with the effort it took not slam his knot home and flood your womb with his seed to give you exactly what you wanted.

“You like that idea, huh?” Steve rumbled, hungry passion and desire coursing through his body and urging him to move faster, to fuck you harder. He pulled out of your fluttering pussy and slammed back inside, relishing the desperate cry that left your lips and the way your fingers dug into the muscles of his arms. “You like it when your alpha tells you how much he wants to breed you?” 

Despite his best efforts, Steve could hear the thread of insecurity in his question, and he wasn’t surprised when you cupped his face and moved his head up so you could look into his eyes. What he didn’t expect was the sheer amount of pleasure and desire in your hazy gaze, or the mixture of sweetness and depravity in the little smirk you gave him.

“I do, daddy,” you said, your voice breathy but no less firm in your resolve. “I want to hear everything you’ve thought about doing to your little omega—want you to breed me, alpha.” 

Everything else in the world melted away as Steve focused on you—his omega, his mate—and the fact that he was going to try his damndest to give you what you wanted. After all, that was his duty as your alpha. You were his to take care of, to provide for, to protect, to cherish—to fuck and to knot. 

You were his to love—you were his to breed. And Steve planned on loving you and breeding you plenty.

You’d never felt anything so good as Steve sinking his thick alpha cock into your weeping cunt, and you nearly sobbed in relief as the edge of aching, burning need finally abated. This was what you needed—not a toy or any alpha’s cock, but your mate’s. Your body and omega instincts had known something was wrong, and it had taken a slip of your tongue to fix it. 

Even if it had been an accident to cry out Steve’s name, you couldn’t feel embarrassed about it, not when you finally felt something like satisfaction. The need of your heat still burned bright beneath your skin, but for a moment, you could revel in the feeling of being so intimately connected to your mate, your Steve—the alpha next door. 

The words of thanks had slipped past your lips before you could stop them, and you loved the teasing way he responded. But then you felt a shift in Steve. He’d seemed to feel guilty for mentioning pups, but even his apology turned you on, making your arousal burn hotter. Your body had been unable to still when you needed him so badly—needed to give him pups, needed to grow round with his child and know that he had claimed you in the most primal way possible. 

Your brain had short-circuited when Steve had said he wanted to breed you, but you’d still heard the anxiousness in his tone and you’d guided his head up so you could look at him. The uncertainty and guilt in Steve’s beautiful blue eyes nearly broke your heart. He was too sweet for words, wanting to make sure you were comfortable with even the words he said in the heat of the moment. 

Between one breath and the next, you fell in love with Steve Rogers. He wasn’t simply the alpha next door, he was your mate, and he was yours. A fierce possessiveness filled your chest as you smirked up at your alpha, determining to show him exactly how much you wanted everything he’d said.

“Want you to breed me, alpha,” you begged on a moan, your hips rising up off the bed to meet the brutal thrusts of your mate. “Fill me up with your pups, daddy, please, I need it!” You held Steve’s gaze, letting him see the pleasure on your face, hear the genuineness of your words. 

You saw the moment Steve’s insecurity and guilt melted into desire and determination. His blue eyes darkened and his face twisted into a mask of sinful resolve. He looked like a fallen god, with his golden hair and tanned skin, framed perfectly in the little bit of morning light filtering in through the skylight above your bed. Your pussy clenched around his cock, fluttering as he thrust inside you, teasing your hole with his knot.

“Don’t worry, ‘mega,” Steve rumbled, ducking down and capturing your lips in a sweet kiss that left you gasping for breath. He pressed his forehead to yours, staring deep into your eyes. “We’re making a baby today.”

“Yes, alpha,” you cried, spreading your legs wider in an effort to let Steve fuck you deeper. He grinned, shifting his hands to your thighs and pushing them up against your chest, folding you in half and pounding you into the bed. 

“Gonna fill up your perfect cunt with all the seed in my balls, and if it doesn’t take today, ‘m gonna fill you up until you’re overflowing with my come—until your belly’s bulging with it,” Steve growled, rutting into you with a ferociousness you never would’ve expected from your sweet alpha neighbor. But Steve’s sweetness was never far from the surface, and he proved it by lowering his voice to a deep rumble that you felt in your belly, asking, “Mm, ’s that what you want, baby, want daddy to give you a pup?”

You were pinned beneath Steve, his cock fucking you so hard, your room was filing with the wet squelching sounds of your soaking cunt and the sharp rhythm of your alpha’s thighs slapping against your own. But still, it was his words that seemed to have the most effect on you, turning you into a writhing, needy creature who’d only be satisfied when Steve emptied his balls deep in your cunt. 

“Yes, alpha,” you cried, your fingers clinging to Steve’s shoulders, digging into his warm, golden skin while he fucked you into oblivion. “Want you to knock me up, wanna give you a pup, wanna grow big and round with your child and feed you both from my milky tits,” you babbled, throwing your head back and screaming when Steve’s cock hit against your cervix, pleasure and pain swirling like an inferno in your body. “Please, daddy, god, I need it, I need it—knot me, breed, me, Steve, please!” 

“Baby,” Steve groaned, capturing your lips in another kiss while he rutted into you faster and harder, his knot pressing against your tight hole with every thrust and teasing you with the stretch of it. “You’re gonna get a pup, alright,” he growled when he pulled away, pressing his forehead to yours. “You’re gonna pop out a kid for me and then I’m gonna fill you right back up.” Steve moaned, his body shuddering and you knew he was close. “Wanna watch you bounce on my cock with your belly ripe and swollen with my pups, your tits heavy with milk—the prettiest mommy and mate an alpha could ask for.” 

“Steve,” you sobbed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to hold him close, kissing him and thrusting your hips up to meet his. “Please, make me a mommy, alpha—wanna be a mommy, please, daddy, daddy, please!” Then your lips were too preoccupied with Steve’s, kissing him messily in between desperate moans while he fucked you hard and fast. 

Finally, Steve pulled back and thrust forward with so much power, his knot pushed inside your tight cunt and you screamed in pleasure, the feeling of his thick bulge stretching your tight hole sending you over the edge into the most earth-shattering release you’d felt in your life. It was a transcendental experience, coming on your mate’s cock, your alpha surrounding you and filling you up in every way possible.

As your body squeezed Steve’s cock, he groaned loudly in your ear, burying his face in your neck while his hips stuttered against yours, trying to fuck you with his knot but unable to move because your bodies were locked so tightly together. Then, with a moan of, “my mate,” you felt the moment Steve began to come. His cock twitched deep inside your cunt, a warmth filling you as he shot rope after rope of come against your cervix, filling your womb.

For a long time, the two of you stayed locked together, riding out your releases in each other’s embrace. Giggles and moans filled the room, each of you kissing the other wherever you could reach while you basked in your pleasure together. You breathed in the scent of Steve, your lips dragging up and down the column of his throat while he kissed your neck and shoulder and just beneath your ear, making you shiver. 

Eventually, when the squeezing of your cunt was reduced to a flutter and your body had milked every last drop of seed from Steve’s cock, the two of you settled. Your heat had abated for the moment. Though need still burned low in the core of your body, reminding you it wasn’t over just yet. 

But you had a bit of a respite, and you took the time to revel in you newfound mate. Turning your head, you pressed a kiss to Steve’s cheek, which was flushed pink with pleasure.

You felt Steve’s smile against your skin and then he was rising up so you could see the full blush that tinged your alpha’s cheeks. He looked so sweet and ruined, his blond hair a mess, his blue eyes bright with satisfaction, a deeply smug smile on his plump lips. 

“Feeling better, ‘mega?” he asked, though there was so much male satisfaction in his tone, you were certain he already knew the answer. 

Still, you liked seeing this side of Steve. Typically you didn’t like cocky alphas, but Steve looked so hot when he was confident, your pussy fluttered around his knot at the sight of his smirk.

“I am, daddy,” you said softly, smiling up at your alpha, enjoying the way his smirk deepened as you confirmed what he knew. You couldn’t help but stroke his ego a little more. “Now that you’re here to take care of me.”

Steve’s eyes softened and he pressed a heated kiss to your lips. “Good,” he said when he pulled away. Then his arms were wrapping around you and he rolled onto his back, dragging you with him until you were splayed across his broad chest, your bodies still locked together by his knot. 

It would deflate soon enough, but you reveled in the feeling while it lasted, snuggling into Steve’s arms. Sleep called to you, but Steve was still moving and you when you opened your eyes, you found him reaching for your stash of provisions on your bedside table.

“Gotta eat and hydrate, baby,” Steve murmured as he unwrapped a protein bar and began feeding it to you. Even though you were exhausted, you knew he was right and you let him feed you, only sitting up when it was time to gulp down some of the sports drink he offered you. “Good girl, ‘mega, doing so well for your alpha,” Steve said, praising you while you ate and drank.

When you were done, Steve tossed the empty wrappers and bottles back onto your bedside table and relaxed into the many pillows on your bed. You settled down on his chest, your body sated in every way possible, muscles going loose when your alpha began to purr. 

“Thank you, alpha,” you mumbled, the urge to sleep more insistent since you were fed. Steve’s hands smoothed down your back, tracing your spine lightly with his fingertips in a way that made you melt even further into him. 

“Don’t need to thank me,” he grumbled, pressing a sweet kiss to your temple. “You’re my mate, ‘m gonna do everything I can to take care of you—and our kids.” He added the last bit like it was an afterthought, but you knew Steve meant it, and your heart warmed at his protectiveness. 

You smiled into Steve’s warm skin, nuzzling into his neck beneath his jaw, breathing in the scent of him—the scent of home—but his words made you remember something you should tell him. 

“Steve, ‘m on birth control,” you murmured sleepily, pressing a lazy kiss to the thick column of his neck. “Thought you should know.” You snorted a little, laughing at yourself for the silliness of your last statement, even though it was true.

The rumble of Steve’s purr changed as he chuckled, his strong arms tightening around your waist for a moment before he grabbed a blanket and pulled it up over your cooling bodies. “Figured, ‘mega,” he rumbled, his voice so warm, you could hear his smile. “Doesn’t mean ‘m gonna stop picturing you round with my pup, even if it’s a while before that happens.”

“Mm,” you hummed in acknowledgment, then pouted as you processed his words. “As long as it’s not a long while,” you muttered, hardly listening to what you were saying because you were so close to sleep.

Steve chuckled again, his hands squeezing you lightly. “It’ll be as long or as short as you want, baby,” he assured you in a gruff voice that was thick with just as much tiredness as yours. “I’d give you a pup today if I could.” 

You smiled, your heart filling with emotion, and pressed your lips to your alpha’s neck. You might’ve been exhausted, but it didn’t stop you from murmuring the words your heart urged you to say, “I love you, Steve.” 

Steve’s purr deepened, and he held you close, no hesitation in his voice when he said, “I love you, too.” Your alpha brushed a kiss to your cheek and smacked your ass very lightly. “Now rest, omega, we still have to get through the rest of your heat.”

You fell asleep with a smile on your face, feeling safe and protected and satisfied in the arms of your mate, your bodies still locked together by Steve’s knot. You never would’ve expected anything to come of your crush on your neighbor—and you never would’ve expected he’d be a perfect fit for your desires, let alone your mate. 

But, you knew the two of you were going to live a happy life together—and you couldn’t wait to spend every moment of it with the alpha next door.

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All Things Go 1

Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Female Reader

Word Count: ~2.9k

Summary: It's been a few months since Steve was pulled out of the ice and immediately had to fight aliens with the newly formed Avengers. He is doing fine with all that, all things considered. Which is why he's so upset when he's suddenly benched from missions and forced to welcome a support omega into his home. He's fine!

Warnings: Angst (with an eventual happy ending), panic attack, disassociation flashback, Steve actually having to deal with the PTSD and depression and anxiety he would so clearly have if he'd been through everything in the MCU, alpha/beta/omega dynamics, possible slow burn - we'll see All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI

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A/N: Oh boy. Here I am. Back on my angsty bullshit. This story was kickstarted by this ask. It's an inverse of the program at the center of Still Life, but not in the same universe.

This idea was helped along a ton by @stellar-solar-flare who helped me overcome my fear of writing a mostly canon compliant Steve and dipping my toes into an Avengers AU.

Any comment, reblog, or ask to let me know what you think will be greatly appreciated. And if you need to come scream at me, that's ok too!

As always, thank you so much for reading! 💜

Steve checked his watch for a third time as he paced around his apartment. It was bad enough that he had to indulge this ridiculous idea, but she was late on top of it. Four minutes, now. He’d been pacing for the last fifteen. He’d tried to sit down while he waited, but the buzz of the adrenaline just under his skin had been too strong. 

It was the disrespect, that’s what it was, that really bothered him in her tardiness. That was going around lately. A whole team that refused to listen to him. And then had the gall to go to Fury behind his back after what happened during the last mission. And yes, of course, it was all couched in concern. But he saw it for what it was: a mutiny. And he’d been benched because of it. From all missions for the foreseeable future. So what was he supposed to do now? Thawed out 70 years in the future just to be stranded without a purpose.

But that wasn’t the worst of it. No, the worst part was now six minutes late. A support omega. He’d scoffed right in Fury’s face when he’d “suggested” it. Of all the stupid, 21st-century things he’d encountered, this took the cake. Like there could possibly be some base alpha part of him that was so broken it could only be soothed by an omega with a degree in psychology. Ridiculous. He was fine!

But it’d been the kind of suggestion that didn’t come with the option to say no. Not if he ever wanted to get back on the team. So fine. He’d play nice, show her there was nothing wrong, and get her to sign off on him going back into the field. He’d be back in action in just a few days. And then he might be able to breathe again.

As he was about to start another lap of his living room, the doorbell finally chimed. He took a moment, so as not to seem like he’d been standing right next to it. Then he took a deep breath, pasted on that Captain America smile, and opened the door. “Hi,” he said, immediately stepping aside to give you room. “Come on in.”

“Captain Rogers,” you said with your own big smile as you introduced yourself, then picked up your valise from the ground beside you and stepped into his apartment. You were sharply dressed, professional. In how you held yourself, too. But your eyes were warm. And you were beautiful. It reminded him of some of the nicer omegas Buck used to go out with. There was a sharp pang in his chest. Like always, he ignored it. 

“Thank you for welcoming me into your home.” you continued. As if he’d had any sort of choice. “I’m so sorry I’m late. The security checks took longer than I’d expected.”

“No problem at all,” he said. Ten whole minutes. “I hadn’t even noticed. Here, let me put your bag in the room I set aside for you.”

“Oh, a guest room?” you asked. He stopped at your question, a little confused. Where else would you sleep? “That’s very thoughtful of you. I’ll definitely appreciate having my own space. But, sleeping arrangements are something we can discuss and customize to fit our goals. Sharing a bed can be really helpful if sleep is something you’re struggling with.”

Absolutely not. No. Definitely not. “Oh, I don’t think that’s necessary,” he demurred. “With the serum, I really don’t require much sleep,” he called down to you as he quickly took your bag to the small guest room he’d finally furnished because he had to have somewhere to put you. It’d never occurred to him you’d want to share his bed. Did people really do that?

When he came back into the living room, you were still hovering by the door, your messenger bag slung over your shoulder and your hands clasped in front of you. You were looking around, taking in the blank walls, spartan furniture. Judging him probably. Well, it’s not like he’d had much time to decorate in between saving the world. What did any of that matter? “Can I get you anything to drink? Eat?” he asked.

“No, I’m fine,” you said, with a benign smile that seemed aggressively professional. “If you don’t mind, I’d love if we could sit and chat for a few minutes before we move on to anything else.” 

“Of course,” he said, with his own benign smile, as he gestured to the two couches that had come with the apartment. He waited for you to sit in one and then took a seat in the other, a mass-produced coffee table covering the chasm between you.

“First,” you said, your hands resting neatly in your lap, “I just wanted to make sure that my scent is one you’re comfortable having in your home on a long-term basis. I know that the real thing can sometimes be a little different than the sample you based your choice off of.”

Steve had just randomly grabbed one from the box he’d been presented with. He’d thrown it at Fury with a grumbled, “That one’s fine,” as he left the small room they’d given him to make his choice. He’d never even opened it.

He only got a vague hint of it now, sitting across the room from you. Floral maybe. He didn’t bother to take a deep breath, to catalogue it. You’d only be here for a few days max. Not enough time for your scent to permeate. So, it didn’t really matter what he thought about it.

“Yes, it’s fine,” he nodded at you.

“Good,” you said, your smile becoming slightly more genuine. “Well, first I can take a few minutes to talk through what it is we’re going to be doing here. I'm sure you've already gotten the whole spiel, but it might be helpful to hear it from my perspective. Get a feel for how I do things.”

You paused like you were waiting for a response so he nodded along. “Sure, sounds great.” He already knew what the program was. He already knew he didn’t need it. This was a waste of time.

“Mostly, I’m just here to help you as an alpha get back to feeling like your most grounded, best self. Stability and comfort are mainly what I’m here to provide. Listening and guidance too, if that’s what you want. This is fully customizable, very collaborative. I’m not a therapist, but I do have my masters in behavioral psychology. And I’ve been doing this for a while now. So whatever you throw at me, I can handle it. Basically, this arrangement can look like whatever the two of us want it to look like. The biggest requirement, on both sides, is honesty.”

He leaned forward. This was the in he’d been waiting for. “I really appreciate that. And I do want to be completely honest with you. I don’t want to waste your time. The truth is, this is unnecessary. I think people expect me not to adjust well, so they’re treating me like I’m not. But really, I’m fine. I’m doing fine. And I just don’t think I’m going to get much from this.” 

You didn’t say anything for a long moment, just looked at him curiously with your lips pursed. At one point, your eyes flicked down to where his hand was resting on his knee. Could you see the way it shook? His hands hadn’t stopped shaking since he’d come out of the ice. He straightened it out so it laid flat on the denim of his jeans, willing it to be still. That didn’t mean anything.

Finally, your eyes left him as you turned to your messenger bag, pulling out a thin file. “Do you mind,” you asked, “if we talk about some of the concerns your team has for you?”

Steve’s jaw ticked. Not for. About. Fury had already done this. “I know their concerns. I don’t think that’s necessary.”

You shrugged casually, like it didn’t much matter to you either way. “I think it could be instructive to what we’re trying to do here.”

“Fine,” he ground out, but you didn’t react to his tone. You just opened the file. Before you had a chance to say anything, he leaned forward and spat out, “Listen, I know what’s in there. They think I don’t listen to anyone. That I’m a bad leader. That my plans are too risky. That I can’t keep anyone safe. Did I get everything?”

You bobbed your head a little, your expression impassive, your voice soft. “Not exactly. They did say that you refuse to listen to people. But they never said anything about you being a bad leader. Or not keeping them safe. They said the thing you’re most likely to risk on these missions is yourself. They’re worried about you.” He couldn’t hold in his scoff and you paused to look him in the eye. “Do you really jump out of planes without a parachute?”

He felt his eyes go a little wide like he’d been caught, doing what exactly, he wasn’t quite sure. He shook his head. “No, that’s not– You know what’s in my veins. If I were a normal man, sure, that’d be suicidal. But I have more strength, better reflexes, I heal faster. It’s not a big deal. It’s fine.”

Your brow furrowed as you leaned forward too. “But, you still get injured, don’t you? Even if it doesn’t last as long. You still feel all that pain. Steve,” and the way you said his name, for the first time, different somehow than the way any omega had ever said it before, he felt it like a knife to the heart, “why would you want to put yourself through feeling all that if you didn’t have to?”

He was up off the couch before he even realized it. The room was suddenly smaller than it’d been a minute ago. His mind was racing and he didn’t know why or how to make it stop.

“Captain Rogers.” You were standing right in front of him, holding your hands up at your chest, your palms out. “I’m sorry Captain, I didn’t mean to push. Are you alright?” All he could do for the moment was blink at you. “Hey, how ‘bout you take a deep breath with me, ok? A slow breath in through your nose.” 

He followed your lead and took a deep breath in. And, oh. He was struck by the scent of you. Lilacs and oranges. You smelled like spring.

“And out through your mouth,” you said quietly and he realized he’d been holding his breath. He exhaled slowly and you smiled. “Do you want to take a break?” you asked softly. “I have a few more questions, but I don’t need to ask them right now.”

He shook himself out of whatever daze he’d been in. “No,” he said, standing up straighter. “I’m fine. Let’s keep going.” 

He sat back down on the couch, but you hadn’t moved yet. “Are you sure?” you asked.

“Yes. I’m fine. Let’s go.” It was only at the look on your face, that he realized how short he’d been. He took a breath. “Sorry,” he said, forcing some calm into his tone. “I’d like to keep going.”

“Okay,” you nodded and finally sat back down across from him. You opened your folder again. “You were a little… vague in your intake questionnaire. So, if you're able, I’d appreciate it if you could just tell me a little about what you’ve been going through, how you’ve been feeling.”

He fidgeted a little in his seat and he saw you clock it. He stilled himself, then said, with as casual an air as he could muster, “If I was vague, it’s only because there really isn’t much to report. I’ve been fine.” He was using that word too much. He knew it. But he didn’t know how else to say it.

“I find that hard to believe.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m sorry.” You shook your head. “It’s just, on paper? You’ve been through a lot in what must feel like a very short amount of time. And that’s just the widely reported stuff. What’s in the history books and on the news. It would be understandable if you were struggling. Anyone would be.”

“Well, I’m not anyone, am I?” he snapped. 

“No, you’re not,” you said slowly, calmly, and he hated how unflappable you were. “You’re a hero.” He just barely stopped his lip from curling up into a snarl at that. He’d had enough. “But–”

“Listen, I just need to get back in the field, okay? I just need another mission. That’s all I need. We don’t have to– None of this will be necessary if I can just get back out there. I understand that you’re a professional and you’ll want to seem thorough, so we can wait a few days. But I’m fine and that’s what I need you to tell Fury. If the team doesn’t want to work with me right now, that’s– that’s okay. I’ll do solo missions. Whatever they want. I just need to get back out there.” He was pleading by the end of it. He could hear it in his voice. But this was important. He needed you to understand.

You just sat there for a moment, staring at him, your brow furrowed. “I–” you started. “I think there may have been a misunderstanding, Captain Rogers.”

“Steve,” he corrected, “please.”

“Steve, I–” you paused, your lips pursed. “I’m sorry, whether or not you eventually get back on the team, that doesn’t have anything to do with me. I don’t work for SHIELD. I can’t make that decision.”

“What? No. Yes, you do. You can tell Fury that I’m fit for duty.”

“Steve. I work for a support omega agency. I’ve helped a few agents before, but I don’t know Commander Fury. I’m not here to report back to anyone. I’m just here to help you.”

All he could do was shake his head. No, this wasn’t right. There had to be a way to get back to work. You had to be the key.

“I’ve been contracted for a three month period, with the option to extend as needed. I thought this had all been explained to you. I–” You looked at him, pained, like you were willing him to understand 

  ‘Three months to start’ had been said to him at some point in this whole process, but he hadn’t thought that’d been serious. He’d been sure there was a way around it. Sure that you were the way.

He wouldn’t be able to survive three months. That he was sure of. Not without something to do. Not without a purpose. Not without something to fight. The room was getting smaller again. Closing in on him. All of that time stretching out ahead of him, without any purpose, without any point to him. It was all closing in on him.

He tried to take a deep breath, but it didn’t do any good. It didn’t do anything. Didn’t get him any air. There wasn’t any air. He was pinned down. Under all the water. Under all that ice. He was so cold and he couldn’t breathe.

“Steve!”

He was distantly aware of someone calling his name, but no one would be able to get to him. He was too far under. There was too much ice. He’d done too much.

“Steve. Hey, Steve! I’m here with you. I’m right here, okay? I’m right here.”

No, that couldn’t be right. He was alone. All alone and–

Lilacs. How was he smelling lilacs? And oranges. Fresh and bright. Spring.

He blinked his eyes open. He didn’t know when he’d shut them. He was huddled on the floor in front of the couch. In the living room. You were kneeling in front of him, your hands held out in front of you, not making contact, but one of your wrists was extended. Right under his nose. 

When he made eye contact with you, you exhaled, like maybe you’d been holding your breath. “Hi,” you said, relieved. “You back with me?”

All he could do was blink at you, at first. Then he looked around. The blank walls. The prefab furniture. The apartment. He hated this place. He looked back at you. “Yeah.” It came out in a croak. “I– Yeah.”

“Is it alright if I touch you?” you asked, inching closer. “You can say no.”

He shook his head without even thinking. “Please.”

As you reached out to touch him, hug him, maybe, he collapsed into you. You let out a little “oof” but didn’t pull away. You just wrapped your arms around him. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been touched, really touched, like this. Not just in passing. Not in battle. Before the ice. Decades. Everything had been decades. 

His eyes were wet and he was so so tired. He felt wrenched open. Emptied out like there was nothing left. He exhaled in your arms and with it came a whisper, completely out of his control. “I just want to go home.”

You didn't say anything, but your grip on him tightened.

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Brat Taming

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Summary: As omegas, Jake Jensen and you have been friends since childhood. You’ve grown up together and that connection had eventually bled into deeply wound love and affection.

But omegas don’t date omegas; don’t mate with omegas. You can’t be together as mates, however you can be together in a pack.

Jake has instead arranged for the two of you to be part of a pack and court three alphas together, stating that if you can’t have each other as mates, the least you could do was share a bond with alphas.

Ari Levinson, your boss who had his eye on you for weeks, if not months since you started.

Steve Rogers, an Avenger who is well past ready to settle down with an omega or two.

And Ransom Drysdale, the head of Blood Like Wine publishing who wants a couple omegas to have in his bed and in his life.

[fatkish]

How the different Avengers take care of a sick Omega Reader

The Alphas:

Bucky-

it depends on when you get sick.

If he’s still on the run then he rarely ever leaves the your side. The only time he does is to get food. He’d buy fruits, white bread, white rice, and other easy to digest foods. He’d probably skin and boiled some apples before mashing them up to make applesauce

He definitely doesn’t trust anyone to help his omega. Would definitely feed you by hand and be waiting on you constantly. Barely ever lets you leave your nest

If you’re feeling weak then he’ll help you get around and help you bathe. He’ll cuddle with you and make sure you’re drinking water. He’ll always have a large bowl or bucket nearby in case you puke

If it’s after he reunites with Steve and spends time in Wakanda

He’ll immediately alert whoever, either Friday or someone in Wakanda depending on where you guys are

He’ll allow Bruce or whoever to look you over and give you medicine but he will be hovering around watching

Treats whatever the doctors say as gospel and makes sure to follow it. If you want a food that the doctors didn’t specify say was okay then you’re not getting it

Might let Steve look after you if needed

Loki-

How he goes about caring for his omega depends on whether he’s on earth or Asgard

King. Of. Comfort. Is your nest too small? Don’t worry you can have the entire floor if necessary. Blankets not soft enough? He’s getting you the most luxurious and soft blankets ever. Lights too bright? He’s about to fight the fucking sun. There is nothing this man won’t do for his omega

Would personally oversee the chefs who make your meals by using a clone if you’re on Asgard. If you’re on earth then he’s constantly backseat driving while either Bruce, Wanda or Pepper cook for you. They’re the only people he trusts to not poison you accidentally

He would cook your food himself but he wants the best for you and his cooking isn’t. Also, he doesn’t want to leave your side while you’re not feeling well

If you have to take medicine that you don’t like then he’s going to find a way to get it in you. Doesn’t matter the method, if you need this medicine you’re getting this medicine even if he has to trick you or seduce you

If you’re sore or tired and need a bath then he’s more than happy to help. He’ll carefully wash your hair and skin, making sure not to get soap in your eyes. He’s careful not to jostle you too much in case you’re feeling queasy

If you’re having trouble keeping things down then he’ll hold your hair back and sit with you by the toilet. If you’re crying from the constant vomiting then he’ll rub your back and softly sing to you to comfort you

If your nest doesn’t feel right then he’ll gladly be your proxy and build your nest for you as you tell him where to put things. It doesn’t matter how many times he has to repeat the process, as long as you’re comfortable

If you’re just an overall emotional mess then he’ll be more than happy to comfort you in your time of need. If you’re just so sick of feeling sick he might put a sleep spell on you so you don’t have to suffer, he’ll watch over you and make sure you come out feeling better

Thor-

Giant. Puppy. Energy. He will cuddle with you, bring you food, watch tv with you. Whatever makes you feel better, he’s down for it

You want to snuggle and have skin to skin contact? Move over, he’s already lost his clothes and doesn’t mind snuggling. You’re self conscious because you’re sweaty, your hair is a mess, you look like shit? He only sees the most beautiful omega ever and he’s more than happy to prove it to you

Whatever food you need he’s gonna get. If he has to fly across the world just to get these one chips you like only to return and you throw up after eating them, he doesn’t care. As long as it’s to help you, he’ll do whatever he needs to

You want to steal his cape and use it in your nest? He already put it there. The world needs saving, eh, there’s always tomorrow, right now his omega needs him

If you’re fussy and a pain when your sick, he doesn’t mind, you don’t feel well so he’s happy to let you do whatever you need to make you feel better

He’ll tell you stories about his childhood and his adventures as you lay your head on his chest and try to rest

He’ll bring you the fluffiest blankets for your nest and help you build it too, all he wants is for his omega to get better

Steve Rodgers-

Having spent over a decade being sick in the past, he’s no stranger to being ill. He might not be an omega anymore but he knows and remembers what helped him

He’ll make old family recipes just for you, he’ll use everything he remembers from being sick. Cold damp towel on your forehead to help ease the fever, warm blankets and easy to digest meals

He’s more than happy to feed you if you need it. If you can’t keep things down then he’s already got the puke bucket ready for you by your side

If nothing works then he’s happy to do some research even if he struggles with it

Will gladly let Bruce look you over and give you a checkup. If you need medicine and you hate the way it tastes he’ll use every trick in the book to get you to take the medicine. Afterwards he’ll give you praise and lots of snuggles

He’ll help you bathe but he’ll definitely be shy about it. He has to clean your crotch and chest? His face is red as he looks away but he’s gentle and thorough making sure you get clean

If you have an accident like throwing up on yourself because you couldn’t reach the bucket or the toilet fast enough and your embarrassed, he’ll smile softly and reassure you that whatever you did, he’s probably done at least twice. He’ll even tell you embarrassing stories about himself and have Bucky join in if it makes you feel better

Bruce/Hulk-

There’s only one thing these two can agree on and it’s that they love/care about you

The moment Bruce realizes you’re sick, he goes full mother hen mode. Partially because he himself is an omega, but also because it’s the doctor in him. He brings you to his lab or he brings his equipment to you and does whatever tests he needs

Hulk will be yelling at him in his head the entire time to let him out so he can take care of you while Bruce does his check up on you

Bruce somehow manages to convince Hulk to let him run the tests so he can make sure your condition is nothing serious. Once they both know that it’s just the flu and you won’t die or need some exotic/fancy treatment then Bruce relents and allows Hulk to care for you

Hulk is definitely a cuddler, he climbs into your nest and lets you use him as a bed. He’s got his arms around you and holds you keeping you warm. C’mon, the guys practically a giant gamma powered heater

Hulk will wrap you up in a blanket burrito and purr to you, Hulk can be surprisingly soothing and he holds nothing back, he knows he can’t smash the germs making you sick, so he provides moral support while your body fights

Hulk listens to Bruce’s instructions on how to care for you and make you food. If his form is too inconvenient then he’ll let Bruce handle the intricate things like cooking or getting your medicine

Bruce has a Hulk sized tub so Hulk can bathe, Hulk helps you and is gentle with you as he washes your hair and body. Makes sure you’re nice and dry using his big towel

Hulk gently rubs your back as you puke and holds your hair back. He doesn’t like seeing you so miserable

If you want to watch movies then Hulk will cuddle with you even if you fall asleep and he hates the movie, anything for his omega

The Betas:

Scott Lang-

This sweet baby is immediately on his feet and worried for you

He might not be an alpha but that has nothing to do with how much he loves/cares for you

This lovable goofball is running around like a chicken with his head cut off at the first sign of the sniffles

Will definitely get the ants to help clean the house and make sure to sanitize everything so that the germs are gone

If you’re puking then he’ll braid your hair and put it in a bun so it’s out of the way, he has a daughter so his papa instincts are in full swing

He helps you get in and out of your nest, bringing you whatever you need and making sure you’re warm and cozy

If you’re feeling down or tired of being sick then he’s more than happy to cheer you up. Cue the magic tricks and playing rockband with the ants

He’s more than happy to cuddle with you if it makes you feel better, anything for you

He doesn’t mind if your nose is stuffed or runny, he’s got plenty of tissues and even makes a game of seeing how many he can throw in the trash from afar

Tony Stark-

Now he knows he’s not the best with caring for sick people but as the team’s omega, which he personally recruited, he takes his job seriously

He’ll have Bruce look you over and make sure it’s just the flu before making sure that you have everything you need

If you specifically want him to snuggle with you then move over, he’s snuggling but your watching a movie too

He’ll have either Jarvis or Friday monitor you so he can ensure that you’re eating and staying hydrated. If you’re puking they’ll alert him so he can make sure you get easy to digest meals

He’ll watch bad movies with you so the both of you can roast the movie. For example: an old sci/fi with terrible visual effects that he’ll keep commenting on. That or you’ll watch YouTube videos of people failing and doing stupid stuff

He’ll gladly order whatever you need no matter how ridiculous, if a dozen dancing cacti make you feel better, you’re going to get double

You’re not allowed to move from your nest unless it’s to use the bathroom. He’s very controlling but in a loving sense. You don’t move to get anything, that’s why he’s here, he’ll get what you need so don’t move

He almost becomes like a worried parent, constantly hovering over the line of ‘its just a bruise’ and ‘everyone panic! It’s the return of the plague’. He’s constantly a mix between relaxed and incredibly worried

[holylulusworld]

Unwanted mate (2) - Steve's version

Summary: Rejected. Humiliated. Left outside alone.

Pairing: Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!(fem) Reader

Warnings: angst, a/b/o, rejection, unrequited feelings, hurt reader, attack, violence, blood, angry reader, arguments

A/N: This is Steve’s version of this story Unwanted Mate (Bucky’s version)

Catch up here: Unwanted Mate

After your encounter with Steve, and his promise you had no other choice but to leave your shelter and the pack. Fury promised to protect you at all costs, but you already caused so much trouble that you didn’t want them to fight in your name.

Broken, and scared you left your old life and tried to start a new life, somewhere else. No one knows your name, or where you are from. You work at a coffee shop and try not to draw too much attention to you.

Scent blockers and suppressants get you through the day and hide your true nature. Everyone in your new life believes you are a beta. It’s better this way. Omegas are still rare, and sacred. This doesn’t mean every omega gets treated the way they serve.

Even though, your nights are still the worst. You dream of Steve, and the day he rejected you over and over again.

Sometimes you ask yourself if the last encounter with Steve was a fever dream. It feels unreal that the man rejecting you in front of two packs suddenly changed his mind.

You shake your head and look at the next customer. He’s one of these busy bees, waiting for his caffeine to kick in. You know his face. One of the few you didn’t forget immediately.

“The usual?” you ask, drawing his attention toward you, not the phone in his hands. He quirks a brow and huffs. Of course, he doesn’t remember your face. He’s an ant in a bigger system, and you don’t belong to the system.

“Coffee, black,” he hisses in your direction. You don’t know what you did wrong today. Usually he’s nicer to you, and your colleagues. “Hurry up and stop wasting my time. I must stick to a schedule.”

“Coffee, black,” repeating his order you drop your eyes. “Coming up!” You twirl around to get his order.

He’s just another alpha believing he’s above a beta. If only he knew you’re an omega in disguise. That arrogant bastard would kneel in front of you to get your attention and fulfill your every wish.

Your walk home is short. The small apartment you rented under a fake name isn’t far away from the coffee shop.

On your way, you grabbed your favorite food, and more groceries to make it through the weekend. You don’t like leaving your apartment for more than work and grocery runs. Always afraid someone will discover your true nature or that Steve will find you.

Sighing deeply, you try to ignore the man from earlier standing on the sidewalk, barking at someone on the phone.

You try to pass him by and wrinkle your nose as he snarls in the phone, calling the other person a worthless beta.

“Another worthless one,” you feel a hand on your back, and then someone pushes you. Your groceries drop to the ground, and you follow them. A cry pulls from your throat when your knees hit the cold concrete. “That’s for believing you know how I like my coffee.”

While you struggle to get back up and mourn your lost dinner at the same time, the man laughs at you. He taunts you and kicks your groceries with his polished shoes.

“You will pay for this,” you snarl, and slowly get up from the ground. Your knees bleed, and your left wrist hurts like hell, but this doesn’t keep you from using all the strength that’s left to punch his nose.

He squeaks ungracefully and immediately presses his hand to his bleeding nose. “You broke my fucking nose,” he whines as you grab the bottle of wine you dropped to hit him in the groin.

“Yeah, and no one will punish me for it,” you say as you drop the bottle to the ground. You open your bag and get a wet wipe out to remove your scent blocker.

“You think you’ll get away with hurting an alpha?” He growls. “They will arrest you. No one cares about a stupid beta.”

“Bad news for you,” you step closer to let your scent wash over him. “You just attacked an omega in public. Do you remember the law?”

He blanches and steps away from you. “No…no! I didn’t know!”

“Sir, I must ask you to step away from the woman.” An officer aims his gun at your attacker. “You are arrested for attacking an omega.”

“I told you,” you mouth at the growling man. “Officer,” you fake a sob. “I’m so glad you came. He pushed me and threatened to hurt me. I…I punched his nose to keep him from hurting me even more.”

“Home sweet home,” you sigh as you drop on your couch after another day at the coffee shop. It was a less busy day, and you’re grateful for the silence at your apartment.

After the incident with the aggressive alpha, everyone knows that you are an omega. At least your forged papers protected you from getting found.

“A very nice home you made for yourself.” You freeze and a whimper escapes your lips.

His scent fills the living room, and you stiffen as he steps out of the shadows and switches the light on.

“How did you find me?” You look at Steve, eyes widen in fear. “How did you get inside my home? What do you want here?”

“Doll,” he sighs as you move to the other side of the couch the moment he gets closer to you. “I won’t harm you.” Steve shakes his head. “You caused a lot of trouble when you left. Fury lost his position, and the rest of your pack is looking for you.”

“Fury lost his position?” You ask. “This doesn’t make sense. Why would my pack abandon their leader? I’m no one special.”

“He refused to let me redo the ritual. Fury said that I lost my chance to claim you. I-I lost control of my alpha and threatened to break the peace between our packs.” He drops his gaze, ashamed of his doings. “I didn’t mean it, doll. You have to believe me. But, if you don’t come back, they will ban Fury and your parents.”

“How dare you, Steven Grant Rogers!“ You jump off the couch to jab your index finger into Steve’s chest. “You humiliated me without a reason. I stood in front of you, vulnerable and naked. I never felt so broken before.”

Steve tries to say something, but you shake your head. “No, Rogers. You won’t have a say in this any longer. We have rules for a reason. I was there, ready to become your omega and to submit to you completely. In. Any. Way.”

“Doll,” he tries to calm you, but you won’t have it. You slap his hand away when he reaches out for you to touch your cheek.

“You don’t even remember my name!” You snap at him. “Stop calling me doll! I’m not a pet, or your lover. You’ll never be anything to me but the alpha rejecting me.”

You wipe your wet eyes and take a deep breath. “Get out of my apartment!”

“I cannot leave without you,” he whispers. “If I go, your pack would come for you and force you to come back. I try to protect you.”

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” you snarl and bare your teeth at Steve. “You rejected me and tried to pressure Fury into handing me over to you like a piece of meat. Who do you think you are?”

“I know you hate me now,” he says, “but I’m the only one standing between you and your pack. If the order doesn’t get restored, your pack will lose control sooner rather than later. They need Fury as their leader. So, I’m begging you to come with me.”

“No,” you confidentially say. “If you want to prove that you are here to protect me, and help Fury, you’ll stay here with me.”

“D-Y/N,” he licks his lips. “We can’t…”

“We can and will,” you growl. “And I will call Fury. I don’t trust anyone but him…”

Part 3

[bucksangel]

milk and sugar

pairing: alpha!steve x alpha!bucky, alpha!steve x artist!omega!reader x alpha!bucky (poly) - omegaverse!au part two

word count: 5.1k

summary: “Are you nervous?” Steve asks, voice soft and caring. His hand settles on your arm, and Bucky appears beside you to place his hand on your back, as well as take one of your hands in his metal one. And despite your earlier anxiety, you mean it wholeheartedly when you say, “no.” or - it’s your first date with your alphas.

warnings: fluff fluff and more fluff, reader has insecurities, steve and bucky are adorable and caring, steve is very nervous bc he’s a romantic, like it’s almost unbearable how much of a pure puppy he is, bucky is extremely fond and a little teasing (bc of course he is), omegaverse, kissing, there are bits where it’s just steve and bucky

a/n: this fic doesn’t contain smut, however, due to the nature of my blog this is strictly 18+

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‘Good morning, darling.’

That’s the text you received from Bucky at nine that morning - in the group chat he’d made with Steve and you. And while you normally sleep in on Sundays since your studio is closed, you’d woken up early - seven to be exact -  due to the anxiety you’ve been feeling ever since your art class ended yesterday.

Truthfully, you didn’t really sleep well anyway. Going on a date with not just one, but two Alphas at the same time has you on edge - though, not in a bad way. No, not at all. These are the good kinds of nerves, the exciting kind.

Well, okay, not all of your nerves are positive. Being naturally shy and reserved has caused you to overthink every single interaction you’ve had with the Alphas, both together and separately. And now that you’re going on this date, you can’t help the way your insecurities come creeping in faster and faster as it gets closer.

Because what if they decide they don’t like you after they actually get the chance to know you? What if they don’t even pay much attention to you and treat this as a date with just them since that must be what they’re more used to? What if you say or do something wrong and they get scared away?

Now, logically, you know those first two outcomes are absurd. Over the past few weeks, they’ve each shown extreme interest in getting to know you, they show how much care they have for you, and oh boy does that knowledge make your heart flutter. It makes you feel good, really good about yourself.

But that last point? Well, that is a big insecurity of yours. As a child, you weren’t that open and didn’t have many friends. And it was hard to make new ones when you would always stutter and trip over yourself, causing many of the kids you’d gone to school with to laugh at you. You were so shy, always the shortest kid in your class which made you an easy target for bullying, especially since you couldn’t hold a conversation well and you’d constantly accidentally bump into someone. It’s honestly a surprise that Tori had stuck around this long.

And, to be completely honest, you think you could deal with them maybe not finding you as interesting as they probably thought, maybe even them telling you that it just wouldn’t work out. Yes, it would hurt for a while, but you would deal with it. However, you absolutely could not live with the Alphas finding you annoying. Because this whole thing already feels like a fever dream, and if you were to fuck it up by doing or saying something embarrassing it would only serve as proof that you aren’t fit for Alphas like them.

It’s nine-fifteen when you respond with ‘good morning :)’

And not even a minute later, Steve texts back. ‘how are you feeling about today?’

Well, isn’t that a good question? Because you want nothing more than to go on this date, you want this to work out so badly that you feel like your heart might burst out of your chest. But, again, those fucking insecurities are messing with your mind.

It’s maybe a few minutes later when you reply with ‘Feeling okay, you guys?’

A bubble pops up at the bottom of the text thread, Bucky typing for a good thirty seconds before it disappears. And it stays like that for another full minute, your heart hammering in your chest as your anxieties are jumping to the worst possible outcome. What if they cancel? What if they-

Your phone screen comes to life when Steve calls you. He’s calling you. And for a moment you want to let it go to voicemail, you don’t want them to hear how nervous you are. But you also don’t want them to think you’re ignoring them, so you answer with a timid, “Hello?”

“Hi, honey,” Steve says calmly, his smooth voice doing a good job of soothing some of your worries.

“Hi!” You hear Bucky yell in the background, causing you to giggle.

“Hi, guys.”

You hear a thud in the background before Bucky yells “Put her on speaker, punk!” And then you can hear both of them clearly, Steve laughing as Bucky huffs in what you assume is a fake annoyance.

“So, uh, I’m just wondering. Um, where are we going today?” Mentally, you curse yourself for being so awkward, for tripping over your words while talking to the two most handsome Alphas you’ve ever met.

“That’s a surprise, honey,” Steve says, the smile on his face is evident in his tone. “Just wear something comfortable.”

“And warm!” Bucky adds, coming closer to the phone. “We don’t need you getting cold, okay?”

The hint of authority in his voice makes your heartbeat pick up speed and the care that’s so evident in just the way he speaks kind of makes you want to cry a little. When was the last time any potential partner showed even these small acts of concern for your well-being? Too long.

“Yes, sir,” You joke, having to bite your lip to keep your smile from widening even further when both Alphas laugh. Butterflies are swirling in your stomach, forming a tornado of anticipation and nerves for the day’s festivities.

“Alright,” Steve says with a hint of laughter. “We’ll let you go get ready and we’ll pick you up in two hours, okay?”

Two hours? That seems like too long yet not long enough. You’ve already showered, all you really need to do is find something to wear and then fix your hair - maybe throw on some mascara. But, still. Two hours seems like the perfect amount of time to have a full-on breakdown over this date. But at least that should also give you some time to recover from said breakdown.

“Yeah, that works!” Internally, you cringe at how eager you sound. Because even though you’re nervous beyond belief, and a tiny part of you wants to cancel the date out of fear of anything embarrassing happening, you don’t think you’d be able to live with yourself if you let these two slip through your fingers without giving it a fighting chance. 

“Great,” Bucky says, clearly smiling. “Just send us your address and we’ll be there.”

Once you bid your goodbyes to each other you make sure to send them your address before deciding to freak out over what to wear. Luckily for you, and as though the universe knows you need the help, your doorbell rings soon after. Confused as to who would be at your door this early, you make your way to the door, and when you open it you see Tori standing on the other side with a wide smile.

“Alright, girl,” She says happily, ignoring the incredulous look on your face as she pushes past you to walk into your apartment. “We have to get you ready, where are they taking you?”

“Hello to you too, Tori,” you say with a slight roll of your eyes as you close the door.

“Hey, babe!” Tori grabs your wrist and all but yanks you towards your room, not really caring about the fact that you’re nearly tripping over yourself in an effort to keep up. When you both get to your room she lets go of your arm and heads for your closet.

“So, where are you guys going?”

“I don’t know, they just said to dress warm and comfortable.” Your shoulders shrug, fingers nervously fiddling with each other. You’re not too sure what exactly to wear based on those being the only two requests. Sure, you have plenty of sweaters and jackets and scarves - it’s New York after all - but you don’t know what will impress the Alphas.

You want to impress them so badly. You don’t want them to regret asking you out, and while clothing choices aren’t a ‘make or break’ type of thing it’s still important to you that you look the best you possibly can. After all, anyone who’s seen Steve and Bucky in person would agree that they’re most definitely the two most handsome men to ever exist.

Something soft hitting you in the face knocks you out of your thoughts.

“Hey!” You yelp, looking at the ground to see the thing that hit you - your light brown sweater with a cute graphic of a pumpkin patch on the front. Seconds later, a pair of leggings hit your chest. “Tori!”

Tori simply laughs, then heads to your shoe rack next to the closet door.

“How do you know this will be good for the date?” You ask as you pick up the sweater to inspect it as though you haven’t worn it hundreds of times. But, again, today needs to go perfectly so any stains you might’ve missed would not go down well with you.

“I don’t,” She admits with a shrug of her shoulders. “But that sweater accentuates your boobs and the leggings make your ass look great.”

Your whole body goes hot, the implication of them looking at those parts of your body doesn’t make you shrink away like it normally would, though you can barely stop your insecurities about your body from throwing the items to the side and picking something else to prevent that from happening.

“I-I don’t know, Tori…” You sigh, going over to your bed and sitting down on the edge. “What if they don’t like it? I mean, they’re-”

“Stop it,” Tori says forcefully, walking over to stand in front of you. “You’re beautiful and kind and wonderful and they’re going to love you. And if they don’t, then that’s not your fault. As long as you give it your all, everything will be fine.”

Coming closer, she places her hands on your shoulders so she can shake you a little bit. “I love you, girl. You’re my best friend and I want to see you happy. And it seems like they make you happy, but you make them happy too. I’ve seen it in the way they look at you, how they talk to you. It’s going to be fine, babe. I promise.”

After a long pause where you think over her words, you decide that she’s right - at least about your feelings. You like them so fucking much, so it wouldn’t be fair to them or yourself if you didn’t try your best.

“Okay… Okay, then. Let’s get me ready.”

And with that, Tori smiles brightly, leaning down to squeeze you in a tight hug before releasing you.

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It’s a few minutes before eleven when Bucky and Steve park out front of your apartment building. Steve is practically vibrating out of his skin, Bucky even had to convince his mate that he should drive to pick you up since Steve could barely keep his knees from bouncing.

“Baby,” Bucky says, shutting off the engine and twisting in his seat to face Steve. “It’s going to be okay. We’re going to just be ourselves and treat her like she deserves, there’s no way she’s going to not like us.”

Steve nods, though he doesn’t look super convinced. It’s clear from how he spent fifteen minutes this morning in the flower shop picking out the perfect bouquet for you that he really, really wants this to work. And even though he doesn’t show it, Bucky knows Steve would be heartbroken if it didn’t. His mate’s always been a softie, and there’s something about you that makes him feel different - better than any other omega ever could.

Bucky knows exactly how he feels. Because, although he’s not as outwardly anxious, he just knows that you’re perfect for them, and he wants to do everything he can to make you see that they can take care of you, they can protect and love you. Your smile and sweet giggle haunt his dreams, his nightmares have long been replaced with his memories of him and Steve - and now you. He can’t help but imagine what it would be like to wake up next to you and his Alpha, to cuddle with you two in your nest as you all trade kisses and talk about anything and everything.

“You’re sure?” Steve asks with a timid voice, fiddling with the flowers in his lap. “I - we really like her.”

Bucky sighs, then reaches over the console to place his hand on the back of his mate's neck in a comforting manner. And even though it’s uncomfortable, Bucky leans over and presses a soft kiss to Steve’s lips.

“I’m sure, Stevie.”

Steve sighs too, leaning forward to kiss Bucky again before pulling back.

“Okay, Buck.”

With that, they both share a small smile and then get out of the car. It’s about a minute-long elevator ride up to your floor, Bucky holding his mate’s free hand the entire way and sending him feelings of calmness through their bond. It works until they get to your front door because now Steve is practically fumbling with the flowers as he figures out the best way to hold them while Bucky knocks.

It’s about a minute later when the door swings open, but it’s not you. It’s Tori with a wide, knowing smirk on her face.

“Hello, boys,” She says, crossing her arms over her chest. “Those for her?” She nods towards the sunflowers and daisies Steve is holding.

“They are,” Bucky says with a smile of his own. Glancing at Steve to see him nod. “Is she ready?”

“Yes!” You say, quickly running up behind Tori to gently push her to the side and give her a side glare. You’re fiddling with your clothes, tugging at the bottom of the sweater in order to smooth out the fabric.

However, in the Alphas’ eyes, there’s no need for you to do so. Through their bond both of them feel the other go kind of dumb - you always look pretty but today’s outfit just hits them differently. Your eyeliner makes the color of your eyes pop, and the shiny lipgloss makes your lips nearly impossible to not kiss.

They don’t, though. Not yet. The last thing either of them wants to do is make you uncomfortable, especially with Tori standing behind you. So, instead, Bucky smiles and elbows Steve to get him out of his trance.

“Hello, honey,” Bucky says, his smile turning into a smirk when you fail to suppress a squeak.

“H-hi, guys,” You say nervously with a small smile. “Are those for me?” You ask when you notice the flowers in Steve’s hand.

“Oh, um, yes,” Steve stutters ever so slightly, reaching out to hand you the bouquet. “You once said you love Sunflowers.”

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“You once said you love Sunflowers.”

Something about this gesture makes you want to tear up. Flowers may not be a big deal to some people, but they mean everything to you. Receiving gifts from partners has been rare for you, so the beauty of the petals and knowing that they’re for you just makes you preen a little bit.

“I do,” You say softly, almost like you can’t believe he remembered. “They’re beautiful, thank you. Really.”

“Just like you,” Steve blurts out before a redness covers his cheeks.

And you absolutely cannot be blamed for the embarrassing squeak you let out. You try being called beautiful by Steve fucking Rogers and not want to bury your face in his neck to inhale his scent.

“Th-thank you,” You say with a giggle, handing the flowers to Tori and giving her a grateful smile as she gives you a quick kiss on your cheek.

“You guys have fun,” She teases, waving you off with a smile. “Treat her well or you’ll have hell to pay.”

“Of course,” Bucky says with an assuring nod. “Wouldn’t treat her with anything but care.” He says this while looking at you though, the twinkle in his eyes making you want to bare your neck to him.

When the door closes behind you, you step closer to the Alphas.

“Are you nervous?” Steve asks, voice soft and caring, though clearly a little anxious. His hand settles on your arm, and Bucky appears beside you to place his hand on your back, as well as take one of your hands in his metal one.

And despite your earlier anxiety, you mean it wholeheartedly when you say, “No.” How can you be nervous now when the feeling of the men’s warm hands on you and their clear concern for your wellbeing makes your heartbeat quicken in anticipation?

“Let’s go?” You ask, face growing warm in slight embarrassment for your enthusiasm.

“Let’s go,” Both Alphas say in unison. And then all of you are off to the truck - a very nicely kept, sleek black truck. Steve opens the back door for you before, to your surprise, sliding in next to you.

“We agreed he could sit in the back with you on the way there as long as I could sit next to you on our way back,” Bucky pipes up at your questioning glance.

Feelings of warmth fill your entire being, and you already know that today is going to be the most fun you’ve had in a while.

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It’s about a thirty-five-minute drive before you finally arrive at a park - a beautiful stretch of the greenest grass you’ve ever seen with orange and red-leafed trees surrounding two sides of it. It’s big, but if you look close enough you can make out a trail off to the left. That half hour was, surprisingly to you, filled with pleasant conversation. Now, your previous interactions with the men proved that they were wonderful company, but you’re surprised that you’re not as nervous as you thought you’d be. Everything was moving smoothly, there wasn’t even a single moment of awkward silence.

“We’re here,” Bucky says, pulling into a free parking spot closest to the entrance of the trail. Steve opens the door as Bucky gets out as well and goes around to the back of the truck. And Steve, ever the gentleman, holds your hand as he helps you climb out of the backseat, only letting go when you begin smoothing out your clothes.

“Are we ready?” Bucky appears next to you holding a large blanket and a stereotypical wicker basket.

A small smile forms on your face, and your heartbeat increases ever so slightly. How are they so fucking sweet?

“Yes!” Immediately, your face goes hot, self-conscious of your enthusiasm. But the Alphas don’t seem to mind, in fact, Steve takes the blanket from under Bucky’s arm and tucks it under his own, then grabs your hand and intertwines your fingers together.

“Let’s go then,” Steve says, smiling softly down at you.

With that, the three of you head off to the trail, walking under colorful oak trees that flank both sides of the dirt path. A comfortable silence falls over all of you, only the sounds of birds chirping filling the air. You walk for a few minutes, the leaves crunching under your feet as you take in the beauty surrounding you, your eyes wide with wonder.

The environment is comforting, calm, puts you at ease in a way you don’t normally experience. It’s freeing to feel so content - so happy. It takes about five minutes before you come upon a set of wooden stairs leading down to the most beautiful lake you’ve ever seen. The water is nearly clear, the colorful trees reflecting over the surface, and even though it’s a clear day out, you can’t help but notice the golden hue filling the air. You don’t even notice you’ve stopped walking until Steve tugs on your hand.

“Do you like it?” He asks, almost nervous as he waits for your reaction.

“I…” You trail off, tears filling your eyes. This whole thing is just - just perfect. “I love it,” you say as you look at Steve, a wide smile spreading across your face. And you look at Bucky when you say, “It’s perfect.”

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“It’s perfect.”

Bucky can’t help but let out a small sigh of relief. They’d both wracked their brains trying to figure out where to take you, what to do. They want to wow you, to show you that they can - and hopefully will get the chance to provide for you, they can make you happy. You’ll never go without, if you want something, they will figure out a way to get it.

“Good,” Steve says softly, smiling down at you before looking up at Bucky and nodding his head.

With that, the three of you make your way down the stairs, Steve holding on to your hand tightly to make sure you don’t fall, and Bucky places his free hand on your back. He can hear how your heartbeat speeds up when he does so and tries so hard not to puff out his chest when you glance up at him through your eyelashes coyly.

Once you’re down by the lake, the men lead you to a large oak tree merely ten or so feet from the edge. Steve is quick to unfold the blanket and spread it out under the tree - large enough to probably cover an entire California King bed. Bucky then places the basket down as his mate takes your hand and helps you sit near the edge of the blanket leaving enough space for the men to sit on either side of you.

The Alphas quickly open the basket and pull out containers of food, opening the lids and placing them in front of you. When they finally sit down - obviously with you in the middle - Bucky notices how wide your eyes are, how you seem transfixed on the array of fruits and sandwiches and cake. It’s when Bucky pulls out the jug of homemade lemonade that you choke back a cry.

“Honey?” Steve asks, turning his body to face you with a concerned look in his eyes.

“Are you alright? What’s wrong?” Bucky places a hand on your back, sweeping it around to hold your waist. And can you really blame him if his whole body goes hot when you lean into his side and turn your face so it’s halfway buried in his neck?

It takes a few seconds but you’re finally able to gather yourself and pull away.

“You guys are just… I can’t believe it.”

“What can’t you believe, sweetheart?” Steve scoots closer to you, placing his hand on your head to smooth out your hair, and unconsciously turns your head so he can look directly at you. “Tell us what’s going on in that pretty head of yours.”

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You want to scream. You want to yell until your voice gives out. It’s nothing, in the grand scheme of things. Them preparing food - by hand - and bringing you to this beautiful spot might just be a normal thing for most people, but considering you’ve hardly ever been shown this much affection and thoughtfulness. Shaking your head, you look away, unable to withstand the Alpha's intense gaze.

“It’s nothing,” You mumble, fiddling with your fingers. “It’s stupid.”

“No, it’s not, honey,” Bucky says, giving your waist an affectionate squeeze. “If you’re upset, we want you to tell us.”

“I’m not! I promise!” You assure them, hesitantly reaching both of your hands out to place them on the Alpha’s legs. “I guess I just… I’ve just never been shown this much��� care?” It’s phrased as a question, because you’re unsure if that was the right word to use, but it’s all you can think of at the moment.

“I know it may not seem like a lot,” You continue, taking a deep breath before looking up at Steve, and then Bucky. “But this means the world to me. You guys are just so sweet and thoughtful and I’m not really sure what to do, I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, let alone two people.”

Both of the men sigh, and you can almost taste the scent of disappointment wafting off of them. Suddenly your nerves spike, did you say something wrong?

You must have said that out loud because Bucky starts shaking his head. “No, no darling. You didn’t say anything wrong, I promise.”

“We’re just… I guess we’re disappointed that you consider this the height of romance because this is the bare minimum. You should be used to this, you should be loved and worshipped because that’s what you deserve, nothing less. And it’s not your fault, it’s every other person’s fault for not treating you like the perfect Omega you are.” Steve sounds upset, and your heartbeat increases to a degree that you’d think you were having a panic attack if it weren’t for how damn happy you are.

For a moment, you’re unsure as to what to say, it’s just baffling to you that one person, let alone two, can make you feel this way, this joyous and carefree. But luckily Bucky speaks up so you don’t have to.

“And we’d love to have the chance to do that for you,” He says softly, picking up your hand to cradle it in his own so he can place a delicate kiss on your knuckles. And when you stare up into his eyes, you can’t help but gasp at how loving his gaze is. “Will you give us that chance?”

“Yes.” And this time, you’re not embarrassed by how quickly your answer was to come. How can you be when both men sigh in relief and lean into your body so they can wrap you in their arms? It’s warm and comforting, filling you with happiness and care for these men.

When they lean back you really can’t be blamed for the way your gaze finds Steve’s, then drops down to his lips momentarily. At this, you’re a little flustered, suddenly overcome with the want to feel how soft they are.

Steve seems to read your mind because he places his hand on the back of your neck and forces you to hold his gaze.

“Can I kiss you, honey?”

“Please,” You whine, staying in place as the Alpha leans down slowly. Your eyes close when he gets close enough that you can feel his breaths against your mouth. And for a moment, neither of you moves, and your nerves climb higher and higher as the seconds tick by.

You’re about to speak when he finally, finally kisses you. At first, it’s just a simple peck, a chaste kiss on your lips, and then he pulls back by merely a millimeter. It’s you who leans forward to press your lips together again, and you let him lead as you lose yourself in the kiss. Though, it’s over far too soon for your liking by a soft groan.

Pulling away, both you and Steve turn to look at Bucky, who is now sporting a sheepish grin.

“Sorry,” He mumbles with a flushed face. “I just… I love seeing you two together. I love us all being together and having the two people I care about more than anything sharing your feelings. I know it’s-”

“Sweet,” You interrupt him, turning your body so you can face him better and slip your hand out of his. Placing it on his cheek, you smile when he nuzzles into your palm and gives it a little kiss. “I think it’s sweet, Bucky.”

“Can I kiss you too?” He whispers hopefully, smiling when you nod. Unlike his mate, Bucky doesn’t waste any time capturing your lips in a soft but passionate kiss. It’s clear he’s trying to hold back, and something in you just can’t help but feel wanted, desired. This kiss lasts a little longer, and although you can feel Steve’s gaze on you, you’re not in the least bit self-conscious. You know they wouldn’t lie to you, so you find comfort in knowing that you can show affection to both men without either getting upset or jealous.

When you do finally pull away, you can’t help but lean into Bucky’s chest, reaching behind you to grab Steve’s hand.

“I really like you guys,” You mumble into the Alpha’s chest.

“We really like you too,” They say in unison, causing you to smile.

With that, everything seems to fall into place, the men divvy up the food - giving you most of it - and you all eat in comfortable silence, occasionally stealing glances at each other. Once the food is eaten, Bucky wraps his arm around your waist, causing you to look up at him.

“Come here,” He says with a smile, guiding you to sit sideways on his lap, facing Steve. And there is absolutely no way in hell you could contain the squeak forcing its way out of your mouth. “Is this okay?” He asks as Steve scoots closer to sit right next to Bucky, picking up your legs and resing them in his lap.

You’ve never nodded faster in your life. You’re nervous, sure, but the utter happiness you’re feeling far outweighs it. That happiness only grows when Bucky nods to his mate, and you watch as the other man picks up the container with the cake. Your eyes widen when Steve picks up a fork and takes a small bit out of one of the slices, carefully leading it up to your mouth where you automatically open it.

Slowly, he slides the fork out, allowing you to chew the cake with a pleased smile on his face. It goes on like this until the slice is completely gone, with Bucky pressing kisses to your temple occasionally and bathing you in his warmth. It makes you preen having these Alphas take care of you like this, providing for you.

You’re content to stay here forever, wrapped up in their light, and by the time you’re done eating completely, you feel your eyelids grow heavy, a yawn forcing your mouth wide open.

“I’m sorry,” You say remorsefully, a little embarrassed by how tired you’ve become now that your stomach is full and you’re comfortably resting against Bucky’s chest.

“Don’t be, honey,” Steve says, leaning forward and placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “You can nap if you want, we’ll be right here when you wake up.”

A smile spreads across your face, and you instinctively bury your head into Bucky’s chest and reach out so you can hold onto Steve’s hands. “Are you sure?” You ask, peeking an eye open so you can look up at the blonde Alpha.

He smiles as he nods, pressing another kiss on the top of your head. “Go to sleep, pretty girl.”

It doesn’t take long for you to float off into dreamland, and the last thing you hear is, “I told you she’s perfect for us.”

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[mmimagine-40]

Pup pt.9

Alpha!Steve Rogers x F!Omega!Reader

Warnings: Talks of abuse, talks of a passed parent

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Y/n bit at her nails. Nervous as she thought over the talk with Tony. About facing, Not only Brock but her father. “Puppy stop chewing on your fingers” Steve said softly as he pulled her hand away as he handed her the glass of water he went to get her. She thanked him as she took it. Drinking it. Downing almost all of it as her mouth was so dry. Steve watched her as he took a seat on the coffee table in front of her. “You okay?”. Y/n finished the glass before wiping her mouth as she looked at him. “I dont know… I'm scared.”, Steve nodded as he leaned closer taking her hand as he rubbed his thumb on the back of her hand. Soothing her. “I know dear. Its a lot to take in. And to face them. But I’ll be here by your side the whole time.’ “I know steve. And thank you. You have become someone I can truly trust and … Id say a great friend to me.”. Steve softly smiled. His inner alpha was so happy to hear she trusted him. He was a little sad at the friend part, but he pushed those thoughts and feelings away. “I'm not so nervous to face Brock…yeah it's a little nerve racking. But after that night seeing you , Sam and Bucky stand up to me and protect me I knew he had no power over me. That I can get away from him…But to face my father?” She sighed, running her hand through her hair. “I know he's not a nice guy. The things I saw him do. No child should have to see and live through…. But  he's still my father.”. Y/n said softly. As she did she felt like she shrunk down. Into that little pup again who was just trying her best to please her father. Although nothing seemed to help. 

Steve frowned softly as he looked at her. Knowing what it was like. Having similar thoughts about his own father. “I know it's hard pup… But you have to look past him being your father. Dont think about the relationship you have with him. Think about the omegas you'll be helping… like your mother.”.Y/n looked up to meet Steve's eyes. Taking in what he said. Knowing he's right. Many omegas don’t get out of the community. If they do, they are bashed and degraded so badly. She witnessed it multiple times. It was never heard of an omega getting this far. Y/n had to go through with this. If not just for her. But for the other omegas trapped there. 

“You said you understood?...Where are you talking about your father?”. Y/n asked softly. Steve sighed looking down as he nodded. Y/n bit her lip. Swallowing the whimper as she saw she hurt the alpha. She reached out, touching his arm. “It's okay… you don’t have to talk about it… I’m sorry.”. Steve's head snapped up at her. “Don’t apologise. I know you didn't mean it in any harmful way… but yes. It's about my father.”. Steve took a deep breath before looking back at her. “My father passed away a few years ago. He got really sick. From his years of getting drunk every day. Somehow he found me. Wanting to reconnect before he passed. And I ignored him.” Steve's head fell back down unable to look at the omega as tears stung his eyes. “When I heard of his passing. I was so mad at myself. Yes he was a horrible man. A horrible mate and a horrible father. But he was still my father… and tried to reach out to me and I turned my back on him. And even to this day I still am back and forth about whether this was the right decision or not.” 

Y/n frowned softly as she heard the alphas sniffles. Having never seen an alpha so open about his feelings. She moved closer as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Hugging him. As she rested her head on his shoulder. Steve froze as she touched him. Not expecting it. As this is the most she's ever touched him. Steve melted into the hold. As he wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her closer. Careful of her leg, as he pulled her onto his lap. As he nuzzled into her neck. It's like he had no control as he took in her scent and relaxed into her. But Y/n didn’t seem to mind. As she purred softly into him. A smile on her face as she melted against him. Having never felt more at home and comfortable with anyone. Steve smiled hearing the purrs as he held her close. His one hand moving up to hold the back of her head. Softly she moved her head back to look at steve. Their eyes locked in this soft moment. And as their eyes lock it's like time stopped. As Steve gently held her face. Their noses softly touching. Before Steve closed the distance to kiss her. A kiss that couldn’t even be described. Just so soft , so lovely, just so right. 

After a second they barely pulled away to breath as they rested their foreheads against each other. “I should probably say sorry for kissing you unexpectedly like that, but I can't. I’m not sorry for kissing you.”. Steve says softly. Y/n chuckled lightly. “I’m not sorry either… I'm glad you did”. Steve slightly pulled back as he looked at her. “I like you Y/n. And I know it's crazy to say as we barely have met. But everything just feels right with you.” Y/ns heart swells at this. Hearing his words. “I like you too steve. I feel for you more in a few days than I have ever felt with anyone else. “. Steve smiled as he softly held her face as he kissed her forehead. “I’m happy to hear that. It makes my alpha jump with joy.” Y/n smiled softly nuzzled against him. Having never felt so comfortable with an alpha before. She doesn't feel weak like just an omega. She felt so much stronger , like his equal with him. And for the first  time ever she felt like his arms were she belonged. “I don’t want to rush us.. Especially with the court case and all. I think thats best for us both.” Steve said as he held her. Y/n nodded agreeing. She did like Steve and wanted to explore this. But he is right. They need to go slow and focus more on this case. But Y/n couldn’t deny, knowing where she stands with steve. She felt less scared about the case. And about facing her father and soon to be ex husband. 

Everything felt like it moved so fast. One second Y/n was running from Brock and tripping over a root that hurt her foot. Meeting Steve as he helped her. Now months flew past as her foot healed as she walked better on it. Thanks to the help of the amazing alpha next to her. For the first time in almost ever Y/n felt safe , comfort and cared for. Spending her nights in Steve's arms covered in his scent. After admitting they liked each other the thoughts of making the other room a bedroom for her was thrown out as she stayed in his room. Their room now. The days felt amazing as she did help with the cleaning and cooking. But not demanded or forced to. Steve always jumping in to help or offer to cook. Seeing her as his equal not below him. Now that she could walk she  wasn't bound to the cabin. Nat usually forcing her out with her almost every friday. For lunch or dinner or drinks. Many of those night were double dates with them two and Steve and Bucky to the local dive bar. Y/n found a love for homesteading. Getting the garden up and carried for. Something Steve struggled a bit with. Liking more the brute work of wood cutting and building anything the omega wishes for. Even getting chickens. Anything extra they had They would sell at the local farmers market in town every weekend. It was a nice comfortable life Y/n was settling into. 

Although it wasn’t always so nice. As it went on the trial went on too. Being dragged out for one reason or another. Starting out it kept being belaid as The lawyers representing the Rumlows and Y/ns father kept leaving out information and evidence that Tony and Rhondy called out. And then as they realised they would loose they tried anything and everything to stop and slow the trail. Including calling Y/n out for not fit as a witness. Which ended up with her having to see a psych for many weeks till they signed off that she was fit. It scared Y/n at first. Making her think that something was wrong with her. But she was able to calm down with the help of Steve. As he reminded her nothing was wrong with her and how strong she was. With his by her side she felt so much stronger then she ever has before. 

But finally after months of working on her self and becoming this new and improved omega. It was time for the trial. It had been going on for a few days. As the first part was into the business fraud that was happening. Y/n and Steve sat at the back watching.  Steve held her hand the whole time to comfort her. Now it was time for her to go on stand and talk about everything that happened to her and what all she saw. 

“I don’t know  if I can do this Steve.”, Y/n paced back and forth in the small room she stood in. Waiting to be brought in for questioning. Steve frowned, hating to watch his omega stressed. He moved from where he was leaning against the wall. Stopping her from pacing. As he grabbed her arm pulling her to him. “Pup deep breaths.” He says as he holds her face to  make her look at him. “You have been working so hard for this moment. You have this.”. “But what if they try something?” Y/n softly whimpered. “No one in  that room will let that happen. Not Tony , Rhody. Or the judge or any of the security team in there. And not me or Bucky or even Nat who will be in the front row right behind Tony. Okay?”. Y/n looked into his eyes. Slowly nodding. As she understood, That they won’t let anything happen to her. Y/n closed her eyes as she took a deep breath. Taking in Steves scent as she calmed down. Nodding as she calmed down. Only opening her eyes as someone knocks on the door telling her it was time. Steve looked at her. Pulling her close to kiss her forehead. “You can do this”. Y/n nodded as she kept saying that to herself. She can do this. She follows the person as she's brought to the court room. Lead to the stand. Where she took her oath. As she sat down she finally met the harden eyes of the three alphas. But this time she wasn’t that weak little omega all those months ago. Instead she kept her head up. Not cowarding away from their stares. “Miss. L/n. If you could , start from the begining and tell us everything that happened to you.”.

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