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Whoa, Black Betty

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A New Kind of Fear

Pairing: David 'Deacon' Kay x fem!wife!reader

Summary: When 20 David completes a raid with narcotics, they stumble upon a stalker. The unknown suspect has been watching you, and now Deacon must find him while dealing with the fear you've grown used to.

Warnings: canon typical action/danger, reader has a stalker but doesn't know, angst, fluff

Word Count: 2.1k+ words

A/N: This premise is kind of similar to the one in Worried for You but hopefully this is okay! I really liked the stalker idea and approaching the story with a focus on Deacon and his emotions!

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Everyone told you that marrying a SWAT officer would not be easy. Deacon himself told you the same thing. But he has watched you take every bump, bruise, and bullet in stride. Of course, you worry about him, but you support him, which makes you perfect for him. He lives a dangerous life at work, so when he comes home to you, he gets a chance to relax, breathe, and be with someone who loves him no matter how many scars he has or gives. When things get tough in the field, Deacon imagines you safe at home, ready to pull him into your arms and hold him together.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Narcotics will be ready to come in after we clear the house,” Hondo explains. “The house has two entrances, one front and one back, so we’ll have two breach teams. Front entry has a security gate, so we’ll pull it off with Black Betty then make entry at the same time. Get the house empty so narc can do their thing. Any questions?”

“When do we leave?” Luca jokes.

The breach goes well, and there’s only one suspect in the house. Street disarms the suspect and gets him outside as the entry teams finish clearing the house.

“Left side clear,” Tan calls.

“Kitchen clear,” Luca adds.

Hondo prepares to open the last door, examining the room quickly before lowering his gun. “Deacon,” he says, far too intense for anyone’s liking.

Deacon can tell by his stiff posture and the tone of his voice that something is wrong. He’s expecting drug mules or a false wall, but those would have been far better.

With wide eyes, Deacon steps into the room with Hondo close behind him.

“Narcotics is coming in,” Luca says as he approaches the door. “Whoa.”

The room is covered in pictures. All different places, different times, different days, different angles, some close, some far, but each features the same subject. You, Deacon Kay’s wife. Thousands of pictures of you are taped to the walls of the small bedroom. What bothers Deacon the most is that he isn’t in a single picture, which means whoever held the camera knew to avoid him.

“Was he in here?” Deacon asks Street.

 ���No, our guy was in the living room,” Street answers nervously.

“I’m going to kill him,” Deacon seethes.

“Deacon,” Hondo begins.

“Don’t you dare tell me to calm down, Hondo,” he snaps. “That is my wife all over this lunatic’s wall. He’s been within feet of her, and I didn’t know!”

Deacon’s shoulders heave as he breathes, looking around the room with his hand on his gun.

“Deacon, we’ll find this guy. But narcotics needs to get in here,” Hondo says gently.

Deacon nods, pushing between Luca and Tan to return to Black Betty. His anger dissipates with each step. Now, he’s scared. Deacon Kay is a man who has grown unfamiliar with the sensation of fear. He desperately wants to go home, to stay glued to your side while someone else hunts this guy down and puts him in a hole where he’ll never see the light of day again. But the anger flares, and he wants to be the one to lead him to the darkness. As his emotions wage war within him, Deacon has to decide to tell you or to let you keep living until it’s over.

“He’s not okay,” Street points out.

“Imagine if it was your wife,” Luca replies. “He’s mad at himself is my guess.”

“Why?” Tan asks.

“Because he didn’t know,” Hondo answers as he walks by. “But we have to find this guy before Deacon decides to go after him alone."

✯✯✯✯✯

Deacon makes the hard decision not to tell you. He tries to convince himself it’s so that you don’t get scared, but he is dealing with enough fear for both of you. Sitting in the locker room for privacy, Deacon dials your number and waits to hear your voice. He has to force the idea of someone watching you out of his mind.

“Hey,” you answer. “I was starting to think you’d be at work all night.”

“Uh, yeah, about that. I actually do have to stay and probably won’t be home until tomorrow. I’m sorry.”

You hum before asking, “Is everything okay?”

He wants to tell you, but he’s terrified that if you know and it makes you act different, the stalker may find out that Deacon knows and go for you.

“Everything’s fine, just working with narcotics on a difficult case.” It’s not entirely a lie, at least.

“Alright, stay safe. I love you.”

Deacon closes his eyes and pictures your face, smile, hugs, and everything he can remember about you. “I love you. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I’m holding you to that, Kay.”

The line beeps, and Deacon sees the room of pictures again. His anger swells, and he has to do something, or the emotions will eat him alive. He changes into gym clothes and walks to one of the punching bags. His knuckles are pink and beginning to crack after a few minutes of intense anger management. Something in him wants to cry, but he forces it down, preferring to stick with the emotion that makes revenge seem so appealing.

“Deac,” Hondo calls. “We need to talk.”

Deacon begins punching again. “Then talk,” he says between an uppercut and a cross.

“You need to go home.”

“Not happening. Not tonight.”

“She can help.”

Deacon freezes, his hands in the guarding position as he turns to face Hondo. His hands drop to his sides as he cocks his head to the right.

“What?”

“She can help,” Hondo repeats slowly.

“How? You think she knows she’s being stalked and didn’t tell me?”

 “Not like that, Deac. You need help in something that she’s an expert in.”

“Which is?” Deacon presses, his patience already worn thin.

“Dealing with fear and worry. Being scared and desperate for answers that aren’t available to you right now. She’s a cop’s wife, Deac, she understands what you’re going through more than anyone else ever could.”

“It’s not the same, Hondo.”

“She sits at home, worried that you’re never coming home, so she calls the station. And you know what they tell her? Nothing; they say they don’t have information right now. Which is exactly the situation you’re in.”

“Someone has been watching my wife and I didn’t know, Hondo. I want to kill him, but I also want to see him rot in jail. He’s been within feet of my wife, and we don’t even know what he looks like. I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but it won’t work.”

“I get it, you’re scared, you’re-“

“Pissed?”

Hondo raises a hand to stop Deacon. “The emotions don’t help us if you take them out here, Deac. So, if you want to do something, find something for us to do. Don’t sit here in your own anger until something worse happens.”

Deacon looks down at his bruising knuckles and nods. “You’re right. I’ll see what I can find.”

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“The entire house is barricaded. Doors, windows, vents. This was meant to be in impenetrable fortress,” Deacon says. “But it’s not. There’s a weak spot. Right here, this red spot on the blueprint is a corner that hasn’t been reinforced. As far as we know, at least.”

“So, a single pull?” someone asks.

“Technically yes. But we’re going to try to distract him and do a triple pull. If we get lucky and one of the other pulls gets us in, we’ll make entry. But the plan is to send alpha team into this pull and get our guy.”

“Weapons?”

“None confirmed, no registered guns, but we don’t know, so operate under the assumption of yes.”

As the room clears and officers prepare to complete the breach operation and bring in a suspect, Hondo stops Deacon.

“Are you up for this?”

Deacon nods as he answers, “I won’t lie, I’m still angry and I’m a little scared about what we’ll find, but I need to be there Hondo.”

“That’s what I was hoping you’d say. If you want to rough him up a little, I won’t see anything.”

“If I could get away with it,” Deacon says, trailing off.

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Deacon is scared, angry, anxious, and confused, but also merciful and a good SWAT officer. When the window is pulled from the wall, bringing several stud posts down, Deacon leads the team into the house, clearing each room until they reach the living room. The man kneels in the middle of the room, his hands up in surrender.

“LAPD SWAT,” Deacon announces.

“I surrender.”

An officer reads him his rights as he’s handcuffed, staring directly ahead.

“Do you know who this woman is?” Hondo asks, showing him a picture.

The man glances at Deacon, which is all the answer he needs. Deacon hoists him to his feet, pushing him into the hallway and toward the front door. He pulls to the side slightly, steering the man into a corner.

“Oh, sorry ‘bout that, let’s watch those corners on the way through,” he says.

Deacon pushes the man into the back of a cruiser, glad he’s off the street but disappointed in the lack of immediate answers.

“Leverage,” the man whispers. “He wanted leverage. We were never gonna hurt her or nothing.”

“Leverage for what?” Deacon asks, bending into the open door. “And who is we, who are you working with?”

“Working for. He’ll kill me if I tell.”

“We can protect you if you tell us what you know and tell a jury what you know.”

The man whispers a name, and Deacon nods once before closing the door.

“We got one more,” he tells Hondo.

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“It’s political?” the DA clarifies.

“We all know that gentrification mumbo jumbo was a load of absolutely nothin’ meant to butter us up before the next election.”

“And what did the images have to do with this?”

“Oh, yeah, Mrs. Kay. Pretty lady. We needed her husband on our side or it would never work.”

“How long have you been stalking her?”

“’Bout nine months. Needed lots of leverage before a big voting year like this.”

“Why so many photos?”

“Like I said, lots of leverage.”

“Were you working with anyone else?”

“We’re a two-man show.”

“Last question for now. Did you ever intend to harm the woman in the photographs?”

“Not if everything went according to plan.”

Hondo lays a hand on Deacon’s shoulder as they watch through the two-way glass.

“I need to go home,” Deacon mutters.

“Good idea, man. Take a few days if you need to. But we got him so you can both rest easy tonight.”

“Should I tell her?”

“That, brother, is up to you.”

✯✯✯✯✯

You hear Deacon’s car and run to the front door, opening it with a big smile. Deacon pulls you against him, hugging you tightly as he closes the door.

“I’m sorry,” he says, pulling you impossibly closer as he sits with you in his arms.

“For what?”

“Worrying you all the time. Not realizing just how many emotions are involved with seeing someone you love in danger and not having answers,” Deacon lists off.

You pull back quickly, your wide eyes searching Deacon’s deep brown ones. “What happened? Is everyone okay?”

Deacon nods, his hands wandering around your waist and back. “Someone- uh, we raided a house with narcotics yesterday and found a room full of pictures.”

“A stalker?”

“Yeah, but the pictures were of you,” Deacon adds quietly.

“Oh,” you reply, pressing your hands gently against Deacon’s shoulders. “And what happened?”

“I got so mad and scared and anxious that I couldn’t think straight. I wanted to kill the guy but I also wanted to come home and never leave your side. It was confusing and there were no answers. Hondo talked to me last night and pointed out that’s exactly what you deal with all the time.”

You nod, encouraging Deacon to continue.

“We found the guy who took the pictures and the guy he was working for. It was a political scheme to get me to back their position.”

“And they were going to hurt me if you didn’t,” you deduce.

Deacon nods, pulling you closer again.

“Deac, I know how scary it can be to not know, and how easy it is to get angry when someone hurts or threatens to hurt the people closest to you. I’m not mad at you for not coming home, but I need you to talk to me about this stuff. I love you, Deac, and I’m here for you, stalker or not.”

“Too soon,” Deacon says, chuckling despite himself.

You push your fingers through his hair and lean your forehead against his. “Did you rough him up?”

“Pushed him into a corner.”

You smile knowingly and kiss him quickly. “Thank you, Deacon.”

“I love you,” he says, gripping your waist as he tips you back to kiss you.

“I love you,” you reply, meeting him halfway.

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Oh please for a flashback day- David and Felix scene as he learns Mack is in labour and races back

“God damn, this one’s an asshole.” David mutters as he tries to maneuver the big dairy cow back through the Hoffman farm gates. 

“Yeah, that’s Betty. She’s an old, batty bitch.” One of the hands, Randy, tells David. 

“Pasture time?”

“Bob is fond of her.” 

“Rule number 1 of being a farmer…” David trails off.

“Dude, no shit.” Randy laughs.

“How many more we got?”

“About 15 further down the road I think. But if you need to take off, you can head out. The rest of the team should be here in five minutes or so.” Bob split David and Randy off to head West while the rest of the group headed South because they are the most experienced farmers and can work the smaller herd faster.

Headlights baring down on the two of them stop David’s response. This must be them. David rolls his shoulders back and lifts his hat off his head to push his black locks off his forehead. As the truck comes ripping up, David scowls. 

What the fuck is someone doing driving like that on these dark, country roads at night, especially after a big storm? Idiot.

It takes another few seconds for David to recognize the truck as one of his own. This gets him more pissed thinking one of his employees is fucking around until Felix leans out of the driver’s side window.

“Get in the truck!” He yells. David can’t help but chuckle at the wild way Felix leans out the window.

“Jesus, old man. Haven’t seen you hauling ass like that since you were trying to prove to me Fords are better then Chevys.”

“David, get the fuck in the truck.” The seriousness in Felix’s voice startles David. Whoa… David looks at Randy, who shrugs his shoulders. 

“What the hell crawled up your ass and died?” David mumbles, tossing his hands onto hips and popping one out for an inquisitive stance.

“David, I’m not asking you again. Get in the god damn truck!” Felix’s voice tightens further.

“Can I know why I’m getting in the god damn truck?” David asks. “You can be a little dramatic.” More chuckles between David and Randy ensure. Felix pauses for a moment, uttering something under his breath while he looks towards the sky, as if he is cursing God for his current predicament.

“You wanna see your baby born?” Felix finally says. All joking snaps out of David’s body as he stands up to his full height. Mack.

“What?” David stutters.

“Mrs. Mackenzie is in labor.”

“What the fu…” David runs around the truck immediately, hopping into the passenger seat. “Go! Go! Go!” David yells out as Felix turns the truck then leaves Randy behind in a cloud of dust. 

“You sure you don’t want to bust my nuts some more with Randy?” Felix sasses back as he cranks the steering wheel to turn back to the Carlson Farm.

“What the hell do you mean she’s in labor?” 

“I mean, she was keeled over in the driveway, very obviously in labor.” 

“Holy… why didn’t she call me!?” David asks, patting at his pockets. “Oh fuck.”

“Fucking dumbass.” Felix snaps, slapping David upside the head. It’s hard enough that David’s Coors hat pops off.

“Ow! Fuck!”

“You still don’t learn a god damn thing.” Felix shake this head. 

“Is she okay? Did you leave her alone!?

“Lo is with her. She is…” Felix trails off, looking over in the cab at David. The pure terror must be on David’s face because Felix is calmer when he speaks. “She’s getting through it. She’s tough, but you gotta get her and go.” Felix shakes his head slightly.

David goes quiet, hearing everything Felix isn’t saying. The seriousness in his tone is unmistakable. It’s like the time when he asked Felix if his mama was going to be okay and Felix has said “nothing is guaranteed. Enjoy the time you get.” The sinking feeling in David’s stomach mirrors that now.

“Wha… um. What was she like? Was she talking? Walking? How far apart is everything?”

“She was talking… loudly. And not comfortable.”

“She hasn’t been comfortable all day.” David swallows hard. Why didn’t he see this coming? All the signs were there. “Can I have your phone to call her?”

“I don’t have it on me.”

David tosses his hands up in the air like ‘you’ve got to be kidding me’.

“Just be ready.” Felix repeats. David can feel the truck accelerate harder forward. 

David begins to fidget in the passenger seat. He’s running his fingers through his hair. He’s bouncing his knees up and down. He scratches at his forearms and rubs at his stubble.

“This thing go any faster?” David asks with an angry sigh.

“No! It’s a piece of shit Chevy! Think about that next time you think Chevy is the right truck for the farm.”

“Okay.” David rolls his eyes, starting to breathe heavier now. He puts a hand to his forehead, pushing the brim of his hat up as the realization hits him.“Holy shit, I’m gonna be a dad. Holy shit. He’s coming. Fuck, I’m not ready.”

“You gotta be. The second you get out of this truck, you have got to be ready, David.” Felix tells him as he turns onto the long gravel driveway leading into the property. “That kid needs you to be, but more than that Mrs. Mackenzie is going to need that.”

David nods again, more forcefully this time as he swallows hard. The house comes into view. He can see through the front door to the living room where Mack’s back is turned away from him. Lorena is in front of her, crouched down and David doesn’t think about anything else.

He just rips open the truck door and runs to her.

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Graduation

Marvel | Starker

High school is finally over! Peter can't wait to spend the day celebrating with Tony and May after the ceremony, but he's surprised to find that the two of them have made other plans. Plans involve spending more money than Peter has ever seen in his life and finally picking up on a connection he hadn't realize was there.

Rating: Teen+

For H <3

"Congratulations to the class of 2023! You made it!" Betty declared from the stage above the others. She took off her cap and tossed it into the air. The rest of the class followed suit, erupting into cheers that could be heard across the city. Peter turned and grabbed Ned in a hug.

"I can't believe we survived," Ned said in awe.

Peter laughed. "High school or everything else?"

"You name it," he scoffed. "Name one thing that didn't try to kill us."

They pushed through the crowd to get to the guests standing at the back. "Oh I dunno, smallpox," Peter joked.

"Smallpox?" May laughed in bewilderment as she reached them. She grabbed Peter in a hug that probably hurt her more than it did him. Ned was swept away by his Nona and a flock of his cousins.

"I'm so proud of you, Peter," she said. Her eyes were teary when she let him go. Peter didn't mind that he teared up with her.

"Thanks, May." Behind them someone cleared their throat and Peter turned around. An excited heat burned his cheeks. "Mr. Stark!"

"Hey, kid!" the man said with a grin. He looked sharp as ever and in his hands was a bouquet of roses. Tony held out his arms and Peter felt his heart flutter as he stepped into him. His arms were snug and warm. Their bodies pressed together without tension. Tony's head rested against his. "I'm proud of you, too, you know."

"Yeah," Peter sighed. "Thanks."

They separated and Peter looked up at his mentor. The man looked so adoring.

"I have a present for you."

"Yeah, I saw. They're beautiful, Mr. Stark!" Peter happily took the roses from him.

"Oh, I have more than that."

"You didn't have to do that, sir.

"Well actually, Peter," May joined in. "Tony and I were talking and we agreed that you shouldn't be going off to college without everything you might need. Which is to say, he talked me into it." She laughed.

"Talk you into what?" He looked between the two of them, forehead creased with worry. "What did you two do?"

"Let's grab a few pictures and I'll show you," Tony said.

Peter eyed them both with suspicion. "What's going on?" May just laughed and pulled out her phone. They took turns getting pictures with Peter in and out of his gown while Peter's classmates all grew increasingly curious about Iron Man standing among them. He could hear the gossiping spreading through the crowd. A few moms snapped some not so subtle pictures.

"Can we wrap this up?" Peter asked.

"Yeah, I think we've got enough," May agreed. She steered Peter away from the crowd and toward the parking lot.

"This way," Tony turned away with a little wave. They only made it a few steps before a boy came bounding out of the crowd to interrupt.

"Whoa, Mr. Stark- I'm honored, sir. You must be here to award me my internship!" Flash leaned back on his heels, a smug hand smoothing down his jacket.

"Uh..." Tony looked at Peter then back at him. "Who are you? Nice to meet you, kid." He patted the boy on the shoulder and kept walking.

"Maybe next time, Flash," Peter offered as he passed. For once the guy was left speechless.

They carried on to the parking lot. A few families were inching their way across the pavement while groups lingered for hugs. They walked past them all, going straight up to the front. Tony seemed on a mission as he led the way.

At the front of the lot, sitting by itself, parked crooked to ensure no one else could park nearby in fact, was a brand new car with a massive red bow on top. Peter was wondering which lucky kid it was for right up until Tony stopped next to and gestured as if they were in a showroom.

An Audi R8. Brand new, this year's model. It was silver and black and it probably wasn't shinier than any other car, but it felt like it was. The rims looked custom. The windows were blacked out. He was half convinced Tony had gone through his search history and noticed how many times he'd look at the thing.

"What do you think?" he asked.

Peter's jaw dropped. He couldn't be serious. May put her hands on his shoulders and gave him a squeeze. "It was Tony's idea," she reminded him.

"Mr. Stark, I can't-"

Tony held up his hand. "What happened to calling me Tony? Remember that?"

"Tony," Peter corrected. "I can't accept this. I'm so sorry, but that car costs more than my college tuition." Even as he said he stood gaping in absolute awe. He couldn't resist walking over to touch the hood.

Tony waved his words away. "Forget the price tag, kid. You wanna drive it?"

"I uh-" That threw him for a loop. He was supposed to say no and keep saying no until Tony accepted his no. But he really wanted to climb inside. And to drive it? Him? He had wondered why Tony had been so adamant about teaching for the past year. No one has a car in New York unless it's to show off. In fact, Peter was pretty sure if he parked that in front of their apartment it would be stolen within ten minutes.

"Come on," Tony said, coaxing him like a stray cat. He walked around the car and opened the driver's side door. "Let's test it out."

Peter found himself bounding over to the car. He stuck his head inside and the new car smell struck him almost as hard as the custom leather seats embossed with the Spiderman emblem.

"I did the seats myself. Do you like it?"

"It's perfect, Tony! Thank you!" He threw his arms around the man, enjoying the rumble in his chest as he chuckled.

"You deserve the best, Pete. You really do." Tony's smile was twinkling when Peter finally let him go. He slid into the driver's seat and Tony shut the door for him before walking around to the other side. He looked at him. Then he looked at the push start. One foot on the brake, he started the ignition. Thrill burned up from his toes as the engine started and he couldn't help but laugh. May waved from the other side of the glass.

Peter rolled the window down. "You're not coming, May?"

"I'll see you at dinner. I've had my share of sports cars and besides I don't think Tony would appreciate me sitting on his lap."

"I wouldn't mind," Tony leaned across the center to flirt.

May rolled her eyes. "Have fun. I'll see you both at dinner." She leaned in through the window to kiss Peter's cheek. They traded enthusiastic 'love you's before Peter rolled the window back up.

"Where should we go?" Peter wrapped his hands around the steering wheel.

"Anywhere," Tony said. "So long as we make our eight o'clock reservation. That was May's only condition. I did have a few ideas though."

"I'm up for anything!"

"Great! I'll show you the way."

There wasn't a lot of room to open her up and that felt like a shame when he could just feel how powerful the engine was. Still it was far from disappointing to roll through New York in probably the coolest car ever and with probably the coolest person ever. Tony directed him to some fancy looking shops with their own dedicated parking garage. They said goodbye to Peter's new car to hit Tony's first stop.

"We're buying clothes?" Peter looked around at the racks. A saleswoman hurried over to assist them, but Tony brushed her off.

"I thought you'd like to have something nice to wear to dinner."

"What's wrong with this?" Peter gestured to the suit he wore. He was originally Ben's, but Tony had taken him to have it tailored for graduation.

"Nothing. Maybe I just want to see you try on a few things," Tony said, already skimming through a rack.

Peter blushed. He couldn't imagine what he meant by that, but it almost sounded like flirting. He was in a pleasantly overstimulated haze as he followed Tony around the shop. He helped pick out a few things, but he didn't really know what he was doing.

They made it to the dressing room almost too quickly. As if Tony knew exactly what he wanted. He set the clothes on the hooks for him then left him to it. Peter wasn't sure where to start so he grabbed the first thing he saw and put it on.

He felt a bit nervous as he stepped out of the dressing room. He felt like the jacket was wearing him more than he was wearing it. Tony was seated just outside the door. Peter did a little turn while he waited for his approval.

"No, that doesn't suit you, does it?" he commented.

"I hate it," Peter laughed with relief. Tony laughed with him.

"Try the jeans. I have a good feeling about them."

Peter went back to the dressing room and found the outfit Tony recommended. It was definitely better than the last one.

"Okay, how's this?" He modeled the outfit in front of Tony again.

Tony clapped his head together. "I'm a genius. Keep the Levi's, ditch the sweater. In fact, I have a better idea. Let's hit the next one."

"The next one? I thought we were shopping here."

Tony shrugged. "Sometimes you gotta mix and match. This place just isn't doing you justice."

Peter hurried back to his room, blushing again. Why did Tony care so much what he looked like? He probably just didn't want to be embarrassed at one of his fancy restaurants. He changed back into his graduation suit and carried everything back out. Tony helped set the extras on the return rack.

Peter carried the jeans up to the front, but he stopped as he spotted the shoes along the wall.

"See something you like?" Tony asked. Peter nodded. "Well, go on. We're celebrating you today. Whatever you want. Just ask."

Peter walked over to shoes and found a box labeled with his size. He slid it out from the shelf.

"Doc Martin's? Let's see 'em on," Tony encouraged. He took the jeans from his hands and followed him over to the bench. Peter kicked off his shoes and slipped his feet into the boots instead.

Tony knelt down, without hesitating, to do up the laces for him. Peter stared at the top of his salt and pepper head, grateful that Tony couldn't see how much he was blushing. He felt like a princess and not in a bad way.

"How do they fit?" Tony stood, then he pulled Peter up to his feet.

Peter swallowed. "They're great." He looked down at the shoes. He'd never owned real Doc's before. Just some gently used knockoffs he'd been lucky to find at the thrift store.

"Perfect. We'd better move if we don't want to be late. Unless you see something else you want?"

Peter shook his head, already overwhelmed. He followed Tony to the register. Then they were two bags heavier as they walked down the street.

"Dior?" Tony mused as they passed more shops. "Channel. No..." Tony looked at him. He smiled. "I know where. Come on."

Tony grabbed Peter's hand. They walked faster now. Fast enough, that they both ended up laughing at Tony's enthusiasm. Then Peter saw the sign above the door and planted his feet.

"Tony, come on... Saint Laurent?" He chewed his lip.

Tony leaned towards him conspiratorially. "Peter. I'm a millionaire. This is like Kmart to me."

"I'm gonna barf." Just the exterior of the shop looked expensive.

"Well, do it now before you're in your new Saint Laurent's."

Peter took a breath. Maybe the idea of buying clothes brand new gave him a mild panic attack, but he did really like what he saw in the window. "Okay."

This time Peter pulled Tony along as they went inside. He let the man lead him around again, ignoring the overly helpful staff seemingly only to notice Peter and the pile of clothes he intended to put him in. It all blurred together until Peter was once again in a dressing room.

"Let's try the vest with the jeans," Tony called through the doors. He could see his shadow under the door where he leaned against the wall.

Peter put the outfit together hoping this was the last time he had to get in and out of that suit. It was a soft brown vest over a comfortable white T. Tony was right as always, it looked really good with the jeans. He stepped out of the stall.

"How do I look?"

"Gorgeous," Tony said, almost sighing. "You look gorgeous."

"Yeah? It looks good right?" Peter smoothed down the vest.

"You look good," Tony agreed.

Peter's face felt hot. He stared down at his shoes for a while and when he looked back up, Tony was staring at him strangely.

"Are you okay?"

Tony sniffed. He turned his head away quickly. "I'm great, kid. Why don't you wear that out? Well have them cut the tags off." He walked away from the dressing room leaving Peter deeply confused. He turned around and looked in the mirror again. He did look really good.

Peter threw his new shoes on and followed Tony back out to the front. Sinking into the passenger seat of his new Audi, he finally relaxed.

"Thank you, Tony," Peter said. "And I'm sorry I made a fuss about all the shopping."

"Don't mention it, Pete. Did you have a good time?"

"I really did!" Peter smiled. "You had fun right?"

"Yeah. We should do this again," Tony agreed. "And I mean we really should do this again, not like we just say we'll do it again and then we don't."

Peter laughed. "Definitely."

Something felt different. Something felt... different. They'd spent a lot of time together in the lab. But it was different like this. Tony wasn't teaching him things, instructing him. Which, when he thought about it, Tony hadn't needed to teach him much lately anyway. Things were different. Warmer somehow. Tony was like family, but that was different too. That wasn't quite it. It was...

Oh.

But that wasn't right was it? Or maybe he was right to think Tony was flirting with him. Or maybe it didn't matter anyway. Maybe it was okay to love Tony even if he didn't love him back in that way.

Peter rubbed his palms against his jeans. Yeah... it was okay.

They found a parking spot on the street. The idea of leaving the car there made Peter nervous, but he supposed he'd have to get used to that. Besides, Tony had probably put a tracking device in it. It wouldn't get far. Tony turned the car off. For a moment, they sat in silence.

"Peter..." Tony started. "I've been thinking."

Peter looked at him. He had that strange look on his face again.

"We should spend more time together. If you want to. Before you leave for school. Not that I won't come visit because I will if you want me to it's just-"

Peter blinked. Tony was rambling. Rambling. Tony Stark. Peter reached across the car and put his hand on his arm. Tony stopped talking. They stared at each other. When Tony leaned towards, just a half an inch, Peter took it all the way.

Tony's hand slid over his ribs to pull him closer, just a hair, as they kissed. Then he so very gently, Tony pushed him back. His smile was soft.

"You want to uh... I mean maybe tomorrow night. We could do dinner. Just us?"

Peter laughed softly. "Yeah, of course."

"Well then. Let's not keep May waiting." Tony jumped out of the car and ran around to get Peter's door. He laughed as Tony helped him out. They walked arm in arm down the street to the restaurant where May was waiting.

The host led them to their table. May stood as they approached and pulled Peter into a hug.

"You look so handsome!" she squealed. She held his face in her hands and her eyes went teary once more.

Peter pulled her back into his arms. "I'm not leaving forever, you know. I'll come home. I promise."

"That's why I let Tony get you the car." She gave him a sly smile as he let her go. Laughing, Peter pulled out her chair for her and they all sat down. Tony's hand brushed against his and Peter took it. He seemed almost silly, holding hands under the table when Tony was probably too old for sneaking touches. May's eyes flicked between them and he saw the moment it clicked for her. Peter's stomach knotted.

"May-"

"So," she interrupted. "You two had fun today?"

"We did. We had a great time," Tony answered.

Peter jumped up from the table as her eyes narrowed. "May, can I talk to you?" He pulled her chair out and half dragged her away. They found a quiet spot near the bathrooms.

"What is going on?" she asked firmly. She wasn't mad yet, but Peter weighed his words.

"Nothing. We just really like each other. It only just happened today."

"What exactly happened?"

"I uh..." Peter stared at the fake plant tucked into the corner. He babbled all the words out before panic could set in. "I realized that I love him. And maybe I'm in love with him. And that he seemed to like me, too. And then I kissed him. And he said maybe tomorrow we could have a date."

May took a breath. Peter looked at her face again. "See, nothing."

She nodded. "And you love him?"

"I really do, May."

"What if this is like your hero worship thing?"

"Then it'll end awkwardly and I'll be super embarrassed, but don't you think it's worth taking that chance?"

May put her hands on his shoulders. She looked into his eyes, searching in that way she always does. "Okay. But no funny business for three dates at least. Maybe even for." She held up her hand. "Not because I'm against sex, but because this is an unusual situation and I'm only hesitantly agreeing to allow it."

Peter smiled. "Thanks, May. You wanna go read him the riot act?"

"I think it would be a little bit ineffective on Iron Man." She snorted a laugh. "My kid's dating Tony Stark, who knew?"

Peter laughed. "Dating is a strong word. We should go before he thinks we snuck out the back."

They made their way back to the table and sat down again. Tony started to speak, but May held up her hand.

"Don't. You have my tentative permission to be an extreme gentleman with my Peter," she said. "Who I love very much and would do anything for including life in prison."

Tony nodded. "I completely understand."

Peter rolled his eyes. "Did someone order an appetizer? I'm starving. We've been running around for hours."

He took Tony's hand again, under the table. He gave him a reassuring squeeze. They ate one handed, refusing to let go. Dinner went as it always did. Tony made everyone laugh, while May made bad jokes of her own, and Peter chatted excitedly about his future. Then afterward, they all stood outside under twinkling city lights.

"I'll call an Uber home," Tony said.

"What? No," Peter argued.

Tony gave him a soft smile. His hand rested gently on Peter's arm. "Why don't you give May a ride home? I'll see you tomorrow."

"But..." Peter chewed his lip.

"You two go. I'll call a cab," May said.

"Are you sure? I could call Happy-"

"No, that's okay," May laughed. She gave Peter a hug and a look that said she was excited for him. Peter squeezed her extra tight. They waited until May's car arrived. Hands tucked together, they waved her off. Peter's stomach fluttered with butterflies as he realized it was just the two of them.

"I've probably got, what, a week left to live?" Tony said.

"What?" Peter looked at him stunned, but Tony just smiled.

"She didn't seem too pleased with me."

Peter shrugged. "Guess you'd better watch your back, Iron Man."

"I'd rather watch yours," he said, raising an eyebrow.

"I think you did plenty of that already today."

Tony started to lead the way back to Peter's car. His very own car. "What you have to understand, Mr. Parker, is that I am insatiable."

Peter blushed. His mind wandered to what other areas might make Tony so "insatiable". They found the car and Peter slid in behind the wheel. He looked at Tony sitting beside him. Then he took a deep breath.

"Everything okay?" Tony frowned at him, but his forehead wasn't quite creased with his deeply worried lines.

"Yeah. I'm great." Peter started the car and pulled out into the road. They were quiet for a while as they moved through traffic. Peter felt himself buzzing with all of the excitement of the day. Graduation, a new car, Tony. It was overwhelming really.

"This isn't the way to your apartment," Tony noted as they moved along.

"Don't get any ideas," Peter teased. "I'm just dropping you off."

"I could fly home. I've got my suit."

"I think we're going to have enough rumors circulating by the end of the day. We haven't been in public together that much before and people definitely noticed."

"Really? I didn't even see them."

"Yeah right," Peter laughed.

"No, I mean it. I was a bit preoccupied."

Peter's skin warmed. "Do you mean that?" he said quietly.

"Of course I do."

Tony's garage opened up like it knew Peter's car. In fact, it probably did. He must have stored it here while he was customizing things. Putting all of his love into every little part. Peter turned the car off. He turned in the seat and looked at Tony. He still looked so worried.

"Tony?" He paused as they looked into each other's eyes. "I love you. I don't know if what you feel for me is like that-"

"It is. Of course it is." Almost looked pained by the confession. "I've loved enough people to know what it feels like. I've been pretty privileged there. I also know when love is different. When it's something special."

Peter's eyes welled with tears. "Yeah?" He cracked a wet smile.

"Yeah," Tony smiled back as emotion overcame him, too.

Peter looked away, unsure of what to do now. He knew it wasn't the right time to stay the night. He wasn't ready. This whole thing felt a little bit terrifying, but he also felt like words just weren't enough. And it was funny, because they had already kissed once. It shouldn't be so hard to do it again. But it was different now with those words in the air between them. Only when he looked back at Tony, he felt sure.

He grabbed him. Two fists in his clothes and pulled him across the car. He pressed their mouths together, too hard at first, until he relaxed his hold a bit. Tony laughed and Peter did, too. He struggled for a moment to just let the moment happen, let their kisses be tender. All of that pent up excitement was burning through him. Then it was sweet and Tony's hands were warm on his face and it was exactly what words just couldn't say.

They stopped and Peter looked at those wide brown eyes. "Goodnight, Tony," he whispered.

"Goodnight, Peter." Tony gave him a last quick kiss before he stepped out of the car.

Peter headed back out onto the street, eager to see what tomorrow would bring.

[geekysteven]

whoa black betty

[catierambles]

*sighs and rubs forehead*

Thancred, this plan of yours. "Dress up as refugees as bother the populace" is a good plan, it is, but it would have been better if you had come up with it before those same people saw me run in and out of the Camp in my Adventurers' gear and talking to Isembard. They're going to notice.

(later)

okay it turns out they're all stupid because not only did they not notice, but the man you had talked to "more times that you like" and whose ass I kicked in front of a group of people and had previously instantly recognized me, didn't recognize the either of us before doing his fake priest routine

I'd say there were something in the water, but it's fucking Thanalan (whoa black betty) and aside from a few stagnant ponds, there really isn't any.

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: June 1, 1977

Lyrics:

Whoa, Black Betty, bam-ba-lam

Whoa, Black Betty, bam-ba-lam

Black Betty had a child, bam-ba-lam

The damn thing gone wild, bam-ba-lam

She said, "I'm worryin' outta mind, " bam-ba-lam

The damn thing gone blind, bam-ba-lam

I said, "Oh, Black Betty, " bam-ba-lam

Whoa, Black Betty, bam-ba-lam

Whoa, Black Betty, bam-ba-lam

Whoa, Black Betty, bam-ba-lam

She really gets me high, bam-ba-lam

You know that's no lie, bam-ba-lam

Get it!

She's so rock steady, bam-ba-lam

And she's always ready, bam-ba-lam

Whoa, Black Betty, bam-ba-lam

Whoa, Black Betty, bam-ba-lam

Whoa, Black Betty, bam-ba-lam

Whoa, Black Betty, bam-ba-lam

She's from Birmingham, bam-ba-lam

Way down in Alabam', bam-ba-lam

Songwriter: Huddie Ledbetter

Well, she's shakin' that thing, bam-ba-lam

Boy, she makes me sing, bam-ba-lam

Whoa, Black Betty, bam-ba-lam

Whoa, Black Betty, bam-ba-lam, yeah, yeah

SongFacts:

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Homepage:

Ram Jam

[asteroidtroglodyte]

Whoa Black Betty

bramble ham

Whoa Black Betty

bramble ham

[contentment-of-cats]

So I think the drugs are wearing off.

Singing this while I vacuum to the tune of Black Betty:

Whoa fat kitty, bam-ba-lam Yeah fat kitty, bam-ba-lam Fat kitty wanna eat, bam-ba-lam He bites my feet, bam-ba-lam Sittin' on my chest , bam-ba-lam Big boy ain't stressed, bam-ba-lam Whoa fat kitty, bam-ba-lam Yeah fat kitty, bam-ba-lam Alright Whoa fat kitty, bam-ba-lam Go fat kitty, bam-ba-lam Gonna sleep all day, bam-ba-lam Then wake up and play, bam-ba-lam He's always talkin', bam-ba-lam Dusty's tail he's stalkin', bam-ba-lam Whoa fat kitty, bam-ba-lam Yeah fat kitty, bam-ba-lam Yeah Oh yeah, oh right [Repeat: x3] Hey-eh-eh-eh Whoa fat kitty, bam-ba-lam Go fat kitty, bam-ba-lam Gotta feed that boy, bam-ba-lam He's a little doughboy, bam-ba-lam Fat kitty got chonk, bam-ba-lam Badonkadonk, bam-ba-lam Whoa fat kitty, bam-ba-lam Yeah fat kitty, bam-ba-lam Oh yeah Oh right Oh yeah [Repeat: x1]

Added the karaoke track for y'all.

[undercooked-icicle]

Whoa black Betty! (Was a ram!)

Whoa black Betty! (Banged a ram!)

Black Betty had a child! (With the ram!)

The damn thing was wild! (Was a ram!)

She wasn't ready! (For the ram!)

She's all rock steady! (Bout that ram!)

Woah black Betty! (Still a ram!)

Yeah black Betty! (Life's a sham!)

[rosalynshields]

The Mate (Chapter 12)

Chapter 12 - The Fight (Rosalyn)

Pairing: Werewolf Alpha Steve Rogers x Original Character & Werewolf Alpha Bucky Barnes x Original Character

Summary: As far as anyone knows Steve Rogers downed the Valkyrie and woke up 66 years later after being frozen in the Arctic missing his date with Peggy Carter. No one knew the secrets he kept from the world and the government. The first being that he was an Alpha Werewolf. The second being that he had a Mate and it was not Peggy Carter.

Warnings: Cursing, Fighting, Smut, Public Sex, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Creampie

Chapter Summary: The fight between Serena and Rosalyn. And the aftermath.

The Mate - Masterlist

Chapter 12 - The Fight (Rosalyn)

Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam) Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam) Black Betty had a child (Bam-ba-Lam) The damn thing gone wild (Bam-ba-Lam)

Rosalyn raised an eyebrow at Serena in inquiry before smirking, she knew full well that it would piss Serena the fuck off. She knew that Serena would be the type of person that would be easy to goad into attacking. Serena had been looking for a fight for months. She had been trying to assert her dominance on all of the Alpha females for months. This challenge is just a bid to somehow show Carter that she would make the ideal Alpha Female and his Mate.

While Serena wasn’t completely stupid, Rosalyn doubts that she would put the welfare of the Pack over her own. She would make a terrible Alpha Female. Rosalyn had been straight up ignoring her attempts to dominate her. As a military member she doesn’t really have to deal with Pack dynamics if she doesn’t want to and she doesn't want to. She hasn’t really dealt with Pack politics in decades, she used to get involved but then she was abducted by the KGB.

After that, she tried to keep a low profile within the Packs. Sometimes it worked. Sometimes it didn’t. Rosalyn knew Serena didn’t have any real experience fighting beyond the typical dominance battle. Sadly, for Serena this wouldn’t be the typical dominance battle. She didn't even consider using her training as the Siren. She knew that if she used any of her Siren training, she would probably kill Serena and that isn’t keeping a low profile. Oh, and the sanctity of human life or whatever.

Serena growls before lunging at Rosalyn telegraphing her movements in such a way that all Rosalyn had to do was move out of the way. Rosalyn didn’t bother to block Serena’s attacks since she knew that Serena would expend more energy doing a swing and miss then if she bothered to block. Every time Serena took a swing at Rosalyn she just ducked, not bothering to retaliate. Instead, she basically danced around Serena almost taunting her.

She said, "I'm worryin' outta mind" (Bam-ba-Lam) The damn thing gone blind (Bam-ba-Lam) I said "Oh, Black Betty" (Bam-ba-Lam) Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)

Rosalyn could tell that she was annoying the shit out of her and was starting to really piss her off. She didn’t care. She wanted her to be humiliated. She hated dominance battles to begin with but she didn't lose them. Ever.

“Come on BITCH. Stand still and fight me.” Serena screamed at Rosalyn after finally being fed up with her antics.

“Stand still? Please.” Rosalyn looked at her. Rosalyn studied Serena for a few minutes narrowing her eyes in thought before suddenly smiling causing everyone in the vicinity to flinch. It wasn’t a nice smile, it was vicious. It promised pain. It promised regret.

Rosalyn sprang into action sending Serena to the ground as she suddenly struck out at Serena. Rosalyn kicked her in the center of the chest knocking her back several feet. Serena struggled to breathe for a little while as Rosalyn had knocked the air out of her. Serena finally got up, sending flurry of flimsy punches at Rosalyn trying to retaliate. Instead of hitting or dodging her Rosalyn blocked each punch expertly. Rosalyn found Serena easy to goad into action, so she smiled at Serena, pissing her off.

Turns out she wasn't that nice of a person because she was really enjoying this. Rosalyn grabbed her over extended arm bringing her forward. She yanked Serena off balance before kneeing her in the stomach taking her breath away again. This brought her forward instinctively, so Rosalyn then delivered a roundhouse kick to her face. This caused her to spin around and fall with such force that would have knocked out a normal human.

Oh, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam) Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam) She really gets me high (Bam-ba-Lam) You know that's no lie (Bam-ba-Lam)

Rosalyn flashed a vicious grin at Serena's still form before turning towards Kaitlyn briefly sending her a wink to let Kaitlyn know that she is still in full control and that the Siren is still under wraps. Since Serena wasn't human so it wasn't long before she recovered and she was extremely pissed. She was being humiliated by a healer . While healers are respected within the shifter community, they weren't exactly known for their fighting skills. She was being humiliated and she couldn't stand the thought.

Serena shifted her hands into claws and swiped at Rosalyn catching her off guard. Serena's claws tore into Rosalyn's cheek throwing her off balance. While a normal Alpha shifter would heal most major injuries it still takes some time. As a healer Rosalyn would have healed twice as fast as the average Alpha wolf. Steve, who is an Alpha wolf with the super soldier serum can heal three times faster. Since she had Mated with Steve, she ended up sharing most of his gifts and it increased some of her own gifts.

So now she heals about five times faster than most shifters. Rosalyn slowly started to rise up onto one knee with one hand still on the floor as she looked up at Serena. She cocked her head to the left showing the three marks left on her cheek she blinked once before starting to growl. Her growl was menacing as the marks healed in front of the Packs eyes, healing within seconds. This caused a stir within the Pack. Rosalyn met Serena's eyes and smiled watching her victorious grin fade as she paled.

Kaitlyn was instantly alert the moment she saw that smile it wasn't her smile. It was the Siren's. It promised pain. It promised agony. It promised death. The Siren can be one scary bitch when motivated and Serena just motivated her. Rosalyn's claws came out as she suddenly launched herself at Serena, sending a flurry of attacks that Serena had no hope of blocking. Each swipe of her claws made large deep claw marks all along Serena’s body, she especially had deep marks on her arms.

She's so rock steady (Bam-ba-Lam) And she's always ready (Bam-ba-Lam) Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam) Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam) Whoa, Black…

Every movement Rosalyn made had a seductive but deadly air to them as she attacked Serena relentlessly. Rosalyn paused in her attack before looking over her shoulder. She zeroed in on Carter who was watching the fight with fascination. Once Carter met Rosalyn’s eyes, he felt his arousal jump as she gave him a seductive smile and wink before turning her attention back to Serena. Carter found it especially hard not to interfere with the fight.

He wanted to declare Rosalyn the winner. He wanted to start the next phase. Or skip everything and start the Mating, if that was an option and he wanted it to be an option. Rosalyn looked at Serena with a superior air before delivering her a roundhouse kick, knocking her down again. Rosalyn finally stopped attacking Serena. She took a couple of steps back, head cocked to the side watching her attempt to heal while waiting for her to meet her eyes. As Serena met Rosalyn’s eyes Rosalyn extended her right arm out before snapping her fingers (for the effect) lighting her hand on fire.

“Oh shit” was whispered throughout the Pack.

No one had any idea that Rosalyn could wield fire. As far as anyone knew Rosalyn was strictly a healer and didn’t have another Alpha power. Of course, Kaitlyn knew that as the Siren she only had access to her fire manipulation and not her healing ability. Granted, if she had still been Rosalyn, she could have used her healing ability to make all of Serena’s wounds worse. She could have had her bleed out in a manner of minutes, which would kill even the strongest of Alphas.

Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam) Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam) She's from Birmingham (Bam-ba-Lam) Way down in Alabam' (Bam-ba-Lam)

Since she was channeling the Siren, fire was a choice of weapon that she rarely used as she preferred other weapons. As the fire spread from Rosalyn’s right hand up her arm and across her body down her left arm, leaving the rest of her body devoid of fire. Serena eyed the fire spreading through Rosalyn’s arms with trepidation, she wasn’t prepared for fire. She thought this would have been an easy win with Rosalyn being a healer. She never participated in dominance battles.

She assumed she wasn’t much of a fighter. She was wrong. She was so very wrong. Serena didn’t really have time to scream as Rosalyn attacked her, ripping out her throat. As an Alpha she is able to heal the damage that Rosalyn inflicted but it was going to take some time since she had so many wounds that needed healing. As Serena laid on the floor trying to heal enough to breathe Rosalyn sauntered up grabbing her neck with the intent to finish it. The Siren doesn’t leave loose ends.

“желтый огурец (yellow cucumber)”

“Enough!” Carter yelled out. Rosalyn froze once she heard желтый огурец (yellow cucumber), it was a funny enough phrase that she tends to snap out of the Siren mindset. It was just stupid enough to confuse the Siren enough for Rosalyn’s consciousness to come back to the forefront of her mind.

Well, she's shakin' that thing (Bam-ba-Lam) Boy, she makes me sing (Bam-ba-Lam) Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam) Whoa, Black Betty Bam-ba-lam

Rosalyn stepped away from Serena’s body as she slowly healed. She waited patiently. The amount of damage Rosalyn did to Serena it would take a while for her body to heal enough to talk. While healing typically takes care of life-threatening injuries first, Serena had so many of them her body didn’t know where to start. It looked as though her throat was healing which was great since Rosalyn wasn’t about to help her.

“Do you submit?” Rosalyn asked Serena when finally healed enough to speak.

“Yes.” Serena choked out.

Her eyes were still full of fear. She knew exactly how close she came to dying that night. Rosalyn was ready to kill her and she could see the lack of remorse in her eyes. Rosalyn would have killed her and wouldn’t have blinked or cared. Rosalyn broke eye contact with Serena as soon as she heard Carter’s approach as he walked straight up to Rosalyn with no fear.

“Rosalyn is the winner! Rosalyn you can claim the right to court me, Carter Baizen exclusively for 6 months. Do you claim your right?”

“Yes.” Rosalyn responded.

"I, Carter Baizen, accept your claim."

The full Moon finally broke through the tree line. Night had finally fallen and it was time for the Hunt. Rosalyn could feel her wolf just below the surface of her skin, she was looking forward to shifting. While she was a wolf, she didn’t have the issues she did as a human, every thought and action is based on instinct.

“Let us begin!” Carter shouted as everyone started to shift from human to wolf.

The Alpha’s shifted seamlessly from one form to the other while other shifters took time for their bodies to form and reform into wolves. Rosalyn and Carter waited to shift. For the lesser wolves it could be extremely painful to shift since their personal magic can’t help much while their bones break and re-break until they become wolves. Rosalyn and Carter threw out power helping the lesser wolves to shift. Rosalyn joined him as she had every month.

She knew that her healing magic could help to make the shift less painful and a little more flawless. This combined with Carter’s raw power made the shift a lot quicker than if they had shifted on their own. Finally, after all of the lesser wolves shifted Rosalyn and Carter looked at each other and shifted into their wolf forms. Rosalyn’s wolf was a lot larger than most of the other wolves within the Pack. She was also solid white.

She looked like she belonged in the Arctic or someplace in which the snow never ceased to fall. Carter had more of the traditional markings of a Timber wolf. Carter started a long howl to signal that they were going to start the hunt. Had Rosalyn been Carter’s Mate she would have joined in on the howl. Instead, she just listened with the rest of the Pack. Once the howl ended, they took off to find their prey for the night.

*****

Later that Night Rosalyn danced, danced long enough to take the edge off. At least then she would be able to pick a suitable partner to spend the night with. She needed someone that could last, she needed someone with stamina. At least that way she'd only need one partner, it's been long enough as it was since she had gotten laid, much less being forced into a micro heat. This one is going to be one of the harder heats she’s probably going to experience.

Someone was about to hit the jackpot and get some of the most strenuous sex of their life. Each person she danced with on the dance floor got bits and pieces of what she was experiencing. This would probably cause an increase in hook-ups throughout the night Rosalyn walked off the dance floor leaving the Hip Hop room. The club she was at had several different rooms with different genres. Hip Hop & Dance, Rock & Classic Rock, Country, Latin etc.

Each has their own bar if you are looking for a drink but if you are looking for a quieter ambiance, they have another option. They have a bar at the center with music playing at a much lower level for conversation if you so desire. Rosalyn went straight to the middle bar for a drink. She needed a drink then she could find someone. Or rather someone would find her she thought as she strutted towards the middle bar. Rosalyn's red dress twisted and twirled around her knees as she walked. She always kept several spare outfits in her car. Including a couple of outfits for dancing and seduction.

This particular dress’ skirt was made of several separate pieces of fabric. With every step she took you could get little flashes of skin from her waist down. She could feel all of the appreciative looks she’s been getting from both men and women. One of her best friends from boot camp always said that she just radiated sex and just gave off a very sexual aura. She can only imagine what kind of signals she was sending out now. She needed to get laid. She could feel eyes on her. She vaguely felt a new presence slide up next to her on the bar.

“You got nice cans.” Rosalyn sighed. What a shitty pickup line she thought before glancing over to her right. The tool with the shitty pick-up line cozied up to her side. He was definitely within her personal space. At least he was attractive. If she were a lesser woman she might have been intimidated. If she had been a lesser woman.

“You're tall.” At his confused look she continued.

“I thought we were just saying true statements.” Rosalyn responded.

She knew she had great tits, she didn't need some guy to reassure her, much less some random guy in a bar. At least this tool was tall, good looking and looked like he was in shape. He had dark brown hair gelled up high and styled. Beautiful blue eyes that only her enhanced vision can make out in the dim bar. He had on a USA windbreaker suit: white t-shirt underneath a red and white USA jacket with blue jeans and white sneakers. A strange thing to wear at a bar but she didn't really care.

He’s lucky he was attractive. She could only hope he had stamina, she has needs. It's only going to get worse the longer she sits there trying to find the perfect substitution for her Mate. While she wouldn’t die if she didn’t have sex but it would hurt. A lot. She also could cause riots with the pheromones she’s releasing. This is why she didn’t have time to even try to attempt to get to Steve, if he’s even in the country. It's possible that he was called out on a mission and he had to go and be Captain America for the Avengers.

“Funny. Can I buy you a drink?” He asked to give her the once over.

“Why?”

“Do you know who the fuck I am?”

Rosalyn turned to face him, raising an eyebrow with a bored expression before really looking at him. She started like most men did from the feet all the way up to the top of his head. He was in very good shape. She was very appreciative, not that it showed. She made sure to take her time before meeting his pissed off eyes. She looked up at him.

“No.” with a clearly bored tone of voice. She could see he was getting ready to rant so she raised her hand halting his upcoming tirade.

“I don't care.” She watched his face go bright red in anger.

“All I care about is if you have the stamina I need.”

“Sugar, I'm a gymnast. I have stamina. I'm the God of fucking Gymnastics.”

“Okay.”

“So…” he purred. “Can I buy you a drink?”

“No.”

“What?” He responded she could see him grinding his teeth.

Rosalyn was amused at how easily he was getting pissed off, so she leaned in getting into his personal space before giving him a slow sultry smile. This was a guy who loved the one-night stand. There is no way he'd turn down free uncomplicated sex. Once they had their 'night’ she'd never see him again, at least not if she could help it.

“Now why would you need to buy me a drink when you can just fuck me?” Rosalyn watches the self-proclaimed 'god’ of gymnastics face as he freezes, licking his lips. She watches as his eyes go dark with lust as he processes her statement. She considered pressing her body up against him to tempt him even more but she could practically smell the lust on him.

“Sugar, I'm going to fuck you raw. You are going to be screaming my name.” He practically purred at her. Rosalyn shifted towards him, getting close enough for him to feel her body. She leaned in and smiled at her future lover. He had no idea what he's in for, she was going to wreck him. Thoroughly. She will enjoy doing it.

“Oh Sweetheart. That means I'd have to learn your name.” Rosalyn told him before grabbing his hand and started towards the door.

“It's Lance. Lance Tucker. Olympic Gold and Silver Medalist,” Lance said smugly.

Rosalyn completely ignored his statement. She doubts that he will leave enough of an impression that she will remember his name later. Besides, she doesn't say guy names in the middle of sex. She’s afraid that she would shout out Steve by mistake instead of whoever she is fucking at the time. Instead, she took his hand in hers before starting to walk toward the exit. She never noticed another pair of blue eyes watching them from afar. She had debated telling him her name figuring a first name couldn’t hurt.

It's not like he will be looking for her after this night, while she doesn’t have the power to make him forget her, he’ll be too exhausted to do much anyways. Instead, she got distracted by the hunger in his pretty blue eyes. She could feel both her and Lance's lust beating throughout her body, he was as keyed up as she was. She didn't want to wait. She needed him now. Luckily, she spotted the bathroom. It was slightly off the beaten path so there wasn't a line.

Rosalyn dragged him through the bathroom doors roughly shoving him up against the door once it closed. She may have used a bit of her enhanced strength in the process. She pretty much straight up manhandled him but she could smell the lust coming off of him in waves. She knew exactly how much he was enjoying himself. He enjoyed being manhandled. She just grabbed his neck and pulled him down for a steamy kiss.

It didn't take long for the kiss to become completely filthy as Lance licked into Rosalyn's mouth. She moaned into his mouth, biting down on his lower lip pressing her body into him. She felt his hands start to wander down her body picking up her right leg to wrap it around his body. She could feel the calluses on his hands as he dragged his hand up her leg. His callused hands felt amazing on her over-sensitive skin. He grinned at her grinding his rock-hard cock into her core.

She loved the feeling of his jeans, the rough fabric adding in just the right amount of friction. If she had been wearing panties they would have been soaked. If she had been wearing them. She wasn’t. A fact he soon discovered. He groaned into her mouth as his wandering hands reached her completely bare ass. He squeezed her ass grounding his clothed cock into her core creating such delicious friction causing her to moan in delight. She loved semi-public sex. She had a bit of an exhibition kink.

“No panties Sugar. Such a bad girl”

“Rosalyn.” Rosalyn gave him a sultry grin before allowing her hands to wander down his body.

“Rosalyn.” Without breaking eye contact she unzipped his USA jacket taking it off before slowly running her hands up and under his white shirt feeling his rock-hard abs.

She was kind of impressed, his abs spoke of hard work and dedication. She brought her hands back down scratching down his abs lightly feeling the muscles twitch under her ministrations. She leans up towards Lance's face licking his bottom lip watching his lust blown eyes before nipping his lip playfully. With Lance's hands still on her ass, she couldn't move far so she proceeded to grind her core into his rock-hard cock.

“Rosalyn.” Lance groaned. Rosalyn felt his hands flex on her ass as he grinds back teeth clenched together.

He released a deep growl at the back of his throat as pleasure hit with each movement. She was pretty impressed by the growl as it was very wolf-like and since she spent a lot of time as a wolf she would know. She had to suppress the urge to growl back at him. Instead, Rosalyn threw one hand up and brought his head down for a filthy kiss. While he was distracted, she maneuvered her hand in between their bodies to the top of his jeans.

She managed to unbutton and unzip his jeans trying to get a better feeling of his cock. She needed him inside her as soon as possible. As her hand reached his cock, she was able to get a brief feel of how long and thick he was before Lance flipped them. She was pressed into the door and could feel every inch of his body against hers. Lance kissed her deeply again, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth as his hands started to wander down her body.

“Let's have a taste, sugar.” Lance groans into Rosalyn's ear before lifting her up like she weighed nothing, setting her thighs on his shoulders.

Rosalyn never would have guessed that Lance would be the type to care about his partner's pleasure. Then again, she might have hurt his ego when she didn't know who he was. Or he just loved to eat pussy. Who knows? He shifted her dress out of the way before he surged forward running his tongue up her folds in one thick stripe. Rosalyn groaned in pleasure as she buried her hands into his hair making sure to mess it up as she proceeded to grind into him.

She grinded her pussy into his mouth as he licked and sucked. She could feel his enthusiasm and smell his lust. Eating her out was giving him pleasure as well and he was quickly bringing her closer and closer to completion. Lance brought up his hand to start rubbing tight circles around Rosalyn's clit before shoving his face forward hard and sucked her clit into his mouth.

Rosalyn threw her head back screaming in pleasure cumming all over Lance's face as he lapped at her soaked folds. Thankfully, the music covered her scream she thought as she came down from her orgasm. She looked down at his face and her juices were smeared all over his mouth, his pupils were blown wide in lust and his styled hair wrecked from her hands.

He looked completely wrecked. It was pretty clear what they had been up to especially since she had to be just as wrecked as she thrashed around the wall. One glance at the mirror told her as much, her hair was completely wrecked. It was going to be a knotted mess once all of this was over. She could feel it. She watched Lance lick his lips trying to lick up as much of her juices as he could causing her to moan in response. It looked completely filthy and she loved it.

“Fuck.” Rosalyn moaned out as Lance helped her take her legs off of his shoulders. He made sure to slide her body down, stimulating her body even more.

“How was that sugar?”

“I need you to fuck me. Right now.” Rosalyn told him, shoving him back against the door.

She shoved his pants down enough to free his cock. She had intended on getting her mouth all over that cock but Rosalyn paused as she spotted a tattoo. It looked like a red and blue ribbon starting on his lower abdomen going down his pubic mound towards his rock-hard cock. Rosalyn looks up at him and raises an eyebrow.

“Really?”

“You are about to get yourself some Tucker Gold, sugar.”

“Shut up and fuck me,” Rosalyn told him exasperated.

He just gives her a cocky grin before pulling her back towards him. Rosalyn just shrugs before giving him a filthy kiss pumping his cock a few times as he pulls out a condom. She watched him roll the condom on his cock while licking her lips in anticipation. Rosalyn grinned before jumping into his arms wrapping her legs around his waist as he lifted her up without any issues.

“Fuck me. I need you” She moaned into his mouth hoping to egg him on.

“So nice and wet” Lance moans into her mouth as she shoves two figures up her pussy making sure she's ready for him.

“Nice and ready for you to fuck me” It didn't take long for Lance to find Rosalyn's entrance, knowing that she was more than ready he thrusts into her hard. They fell into a breathtakingly fast pace with only sexual gratification as the only thing on their mind.

Lance pauses briefly to bring Rosalyn over to the bathroom counter, setting her down before starting another brutal pace. Rosalyn just grinned before shoving her hips forward meeting him thrust for thrust, the amount of force that was being used would have probably hurt a normal female. Rosalyn grinned when she heard Lance’s groan and curse under his breath. He said he had stamina. She was going to test that statement.

48 hours later

Rosalyn looked at Lance’s sleeping form as she got out of his bed, thankfully the full moon was over a weekend, so she was able to give in to her micro-heat. She lost count how many times they had sex. They had three rounds in the bathroom before finally leaving the club only to stop to have sex against the car then again in the car before they left for his place. Then again once they arrived at his hotel after breaking a ton of traffic laws to get there as soon as possible.

Once they managed to get inside his room it was two days of un-interrupted sex. They really only stopped for food and a couple hours of sleep at a time before going back to fucking nonstop. They did manage to get to know each other a little bit while eating but nothing major, it was mostly superficial information. They never went too deep, every time they ventured close to that territory her hormones would start to spike again.

Lance seemed to be on the same wavelength as her, so perhaps her pheromones affected him as well. Either way it was time to go back to the real world. After what she did to Serena during the challenge, she doubts she’ll have another challenge any time soon. She was pretty sure that most of the females were now scared of her, so another induced micro-heat is unlikely. Besides, now that she’s exclusively courting Carter they couldn’t be challenged again.

Lance Tucker was quite the partner, she was kind of surprised that he was human. Between the growling and his stamina, she would think he was a wolf but he smelled human. While he isn’t exactly what you would call boyfriend material but he is a fantastic lover. She would have fond memories of the time she spent with him, or rather of the sex she got to experience with him. She probably would have made him her emergency heat contact but he was constantly traveling for the Male USA Olympic Gymnastics team.

Who knows when she would see him again, or if either of them actually wanted to see each other again? If she was contacting him for an emergency heat, then it might affect his Olympic team and he’d never risk them. Gymnastics is his life. She looked at his sleeping form one last time, she could see the exhaustion lining his entire body. He had dark circles under his eyes and he slept deeply, she had really put him through his paces. Rosalyn wrote him a simple note and left it on the nightstand next to his sleeping form before leaving the room.

Lance,

Thank you for the great weekend of sex. And for the orgasms.

XOXOX, Rosalyn

PS Feel free to call me when you are back in D.C

She grinned as she noted his trashed apartment before picking up her dress and putting it on. She picked up her shoes and walked out the door, closing it softly. She’ll probably never see Lance again but she’d never regret the time they had. Lance woke to the front door closing and sighed deeply

“What a woman,” he muttered before rolling over and going back to an exhausted sleep.

AN: Next chapter is going back to the present in the Officer's Club. HYDRA is about to attack.

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Rosalyn's Masterlist

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