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Green Finch and Linnet Bird | Chapter 6

SFW dark!alpha!stucky x fem!omega!reader

Nothing's gonna harm you, Not while I'm around... - Sweeney Todd: Not While I'm Around

Chapter 6 warnings/before you read: 3k words, doctor's office, manipulation. Ask, @, or dm if there’s anything I need to add to this.

You spent the morning on the couch with Steve and Bucky, enjoying the comfort of their laps while the television droned comfortingly in the background. After a few hours of cuddles, Steve stirred, adjusting his position on the couch and gently tapping your shoulder to get your attention. You blinked out of the half-sleep you were in and looked up at him with questioning eyes.

"Time for your appointment, honey," Steve said in response to your inquiring glance. You whined and hid your face in his lap, clinging onto him like a life preserver. Steve, however, did not allow this, instead pulling you into a sitting position on his lap and tilting your chin to make your shimmering eyes meet his own. Bucky's dark eyes flicked between you and Steve, but he made no move to intervene.

"I know, sweetheart. You don't wanna go," Steve said. "But we need to go to the doctor to make sure you're healthy and that we stop your suppressants safely. It's not safe to stop them all at once."

Your tearstained eyes studied Steve's, hoping to find a chink in his armor. To your dismay, all you found was unyielding resolve under a soft layer of sympathy.

Your lip quivered. You already knew the answer to the question that burned inside you, but it spilled out of your mouth all the same.

"D' we have to?" Your voice was tremulous, every word quavering.

"Yes, little one."

Steve stroked your hair softly for a minute, letting you realize that he understood your feelings, but that you weren't getting out of this. "You ready to go, baby girl?"

You nodded reluctantly.

"All right, then! Let's go." Steve tapped your thigh, prompting you to stand up and wait for Steve and Bucky to do the same. They each stood up from the couch and stretched. You grabbed Bucky's hand as soon as it was available and held on tight, your other thumb landing squarely in your mouth as you clung to Bucky's side.

Bucky glanced down in surprise. "You okay, sweetheart?"

"Scared," you mumbled.

"Aw, it's okay, baby," he cooed. "We have some pacis and stuffies for you, would you like to take some with you to help you stay calm?"

You nodded gratefully. Although you had heard of omegas who used them regularly, you had never been one to carry around stuffed animals or pacifiers. Today, however, you could imagine nothing more comforting than a paci to suck on and a stuffy to clutch to your chest. Well, nothing other than Steve or Bucky, of course.

"I would let you pick out your own, but we need to get to your appointment," Bucky explained. "Is it okay if Stevie picks out a stuffy and paci for you?" You nodded again. "Okay, then. Would you be so kind, Steve?" Bucky said, catching his husband's eye.

Steve nodded and disappeared down the hallway, reappearing a moment later with a rose pink paci and a cow squishmallow.

"Here you go, sweetheart." Steve crouched in front of you and offered the objects to you, one in each hand. You grabbed them greedily, popping the paci in your mouth and hugging the cow happily to your chest.

"What do you say?" Bucky prompted.

"Thank you, Daddy!"

"Good girl!" Steve praised, ruffling your hair as he rose. "All right, Buck, let's get this show on the road."

"10-4, boss." Bucky led you out of the apartment. Steve followed close behind. You and Bucky waited patiently for Steve to lock the door behind you, then followed him down the hallway to the elevator. Steve punched a button, and soon the elevator was whizzing downward both faster and more smoothly than any elevator you'd ridden before. After a few minutes, the elevator slowed, then stopped completely. A pleasant chime sounded and the doors opened onto what must be the doctor's waiting room.

Bucky led you to two chairs in the corner and bounced you on his lap while Steve talked to the attendant at the desk. You clutched your cow anxiously, looking around the room with wide eyes. It was plain but pleasant, its walls baby blue and decorated with photos of a koi pond. The room's edges were lined with comfy brown armchairs like the one you and Bucky were sitting in. Apart from its unusually comfortable chairs, the room facing you appeared to be a completely normal medical waiting room. You didn't know what you had expected, but you were surprised nonetheless.

After a moment, Steve left the desk and sat down next to you and Bucky, saying the doctor would be ready in a few minutes. The update made your anxiety spike, effectively forcing you to remember why you were in this waiting room in the first place. You had your cow in one hand, and your paci in your mouth, but your free hand began to tap a fretful tempo on your knee. What would the doctor do to you? What would he expect from you? What if you really had been hurt by the suppressants? What if you had been hurt permanently? What then? The sensation of your paci in your mouth was too much, so you took it out, chewing on your lip instead.

"Hey, sugar." Steve's voice, combined with a gentle hand on your knee, cut through your thoughts, pulling you out of your ruminations and back into the waiting room. You looked at Steve quizzically, not sure what he wanted. He took your paci and put it in his pocket while nodding towards one of the koi photos on the wall. "How many fish do you see in these pictures?"

How many fish were in the pictures? You had no idea.

"Well..." you said hesitantly, eyeing the picture he'd indicated, "There's one, two... three in that one."

"Mm hmm," Steve encouraged. "What about in the whole room?"

You started looking around, mumbling numbers under your breath and keeping track on your fingers. "Sixteen, seventeen... eighteen. There's eighteen, Daddy!" you declared proudly. "An' some of 'em are the same fish in different pictures, so there's only five different fish in the pictures. You can tell by the colors."

You looked at Steve hopefully and were met with a rewarding smile. "Good job, princess!"

"What a smart little girl we have, don't we, Steve!" Bucky crooned, kissing you on the top of the head.

Steve grinned. "We absolutely do."

You beamed, glowing with pride. Steve and Bucky shared a relieved look, glad they'd been able to relieve your anxiety for a moment. You may not have noticed that you'd stopped tapping your fingers, but they definitely had.

The nurse, a young beta in rainbow scrubs, poked her head out of the door next to the desk. "Y/n Barnes-Rogers?"

"That's us." Steve and Bucky rose and walked over to the door, Bucky keeping you in his arms the entire time.

The woman smiled at you kindly. You didn't smile back, just looked at her with wide, scared eyes. "Right this way."

She led the three of you into a hallway that ran beside an office area and down to a different hallway lined with numbered doors. "I'm Diamond, and I'll be your nurse today... We'll be in exam room three, right over here." She popped the door open, revealing a simple medical exam room with two chairs, an exam table, and a doctor's station with a desk, rolling stool, and computer. The room's walls were entirely covered by a mural of the sunset sky. "You can go ahead and pop her up on the table, Mr. Barnes."

You whined when Bucky did as she said, sitting you down on the exam table and letting you out of his arms. "Shh, doll, it's okay. Diamond's just gonna check your pulse and your blood pressure and all that good stuff, okay?"

"O-okay, Daddy." Your lip quivered.

"Are you gonna be good for Miss Diamond?"

You nodded, clutching your squishmallow close.

"Good girl." Bucky gave you a quick peck on the forehead and sat down in the empty chair next to Steve.

"I just need to check your vitals real quick, okay?" said Diamond. You nodded again. Diamond went to work, gently directing you where she needed you as she took your blood pressure, temperature, blood oxygen, and pulse. "Perfect." She took the blood pressure cuff and finger clip off and hung them back on the wall, then sat down on the stool and opened the computer. "So, Mr. Barnes, Mr. Rogers, what brings you in today?"

"Well," said Bucky, "We got this little one yesterday. We found some suppressants when we went through her things to look for her ID, and when we asked her about them, she said that she had been given them by her mother since she was twelve years old."

"So she's never had a heat, then."

"Yes, that's correct," Bucky said. Steve reached out and took Bucky's hand, squeezing it tightly.

"And how old is she?"

"Eighteen."

"Okay..." Diamond tapped at her computer for a moment, then furrowed her brow. "Hm. So, we imported her medical records, and it's looking like her last doctor's visit was at age 11, is that correct?"

"Yes," said Steve. "We sent in a note explaining, you should have it in your records. We’d rather not discuss that with her around."

"Of course, I completely understand. Give me a second..." Diamond clicked around a bit more. "Yeah, here it is. Hmm…” Her lips pursed as she read. “I see. Okay then, y/n. Hop down for me." She came over to you and offered you her hand, helping you as you slid down off the exam table to stand onto the floor. "And come stand on this scale for me... Okay, do you want me to hold your cow while you get weighed, or do you want one of your daddies to hold it?"

"Dada can hold it." You held it out to Steve, who took it from you with a smile and sat it on his lap.

"Perfect... and now I'm going to see how tall you are..." Diamond fiddled with something on the wall, then lowered a plastic bar until it rested gently on the top of your head. "...All right. Now, can you hop back up on that table by yourself, or do you need one of your daddies to help you?"

"Need Dada." You made grabby hands towards Steve, who chuckled.

"Okay, princess." He handed you back your cow and lifted you onto the exam table, leaving a chaste kiss on your forehead before he sat back down.

Diamond entered a few more keystrokes into the computer. "All right. That's everything I can do for you. The doctor will be with you in a few minutes." She gave you a smile and a small wave as she exited the room, which you bashfully returned.

As soon as the door clicked shut behind her, you turned to look at Steve with big doe eyes. “Lap, Dada?”

He shook his head. “No, princess. You need to be a good girl and wait patiently on the table for the doctor.”

You pouted, but didn’t disobey. Luckily, it was only a few minutes before the doctor was ready to see you.

“Hello,” she said as she walked through the door. “I’m Dr. Morris.” She was a beta, and her voice was low and smooth, instantly putting you at ease. She sat down and opened the laptop she carried, clicking and typing for a moment before she spoke to you. “Alright, y/n, I’m gonna need you to tell me that all the information I have is right, ok?”

You gave a slight nod, nervous about what she would ask you. Dr. Morris gave you a gentle, reassuring smile, then started asking you a series of questions. You nodded in confirmation after each one, grateful that she wasn’t making you talk.

“Your birth name is y/n y/l/n, correct?”

“You were born on [your birthday] in [your hometown]?”

“Your last doctor’s visit was at age 11?”

“Your designation is Omega?”

“You’ve taken suppressants since age 12?”

“And you’ve never had a heat?”

With your final nod, she typed a few more notes, then stood up and came over to you, putting on her stethoscope. “I’m just gonna listen to you, okay?”

“Okay.”

“All right. Take a deep breath for me…” She placed the stethoscope at various spots on your chest and back, instructing you to breathe deeply.

“All right. Now lay back on the table for me.” You did as she said, and she listened to your stomach, then put her stethoscope back around your neck and pressed various spots on your abdomen.

“Go ahead and sit up for me.” Again, you obeyed. She gently but firmly pressed a few spots on your neck, checking your thyroid. “All right. Thank you, y/n. You can go sit back with your daddies now.”

You quickly hopped down, immediately snuggling down into Bucky’s open arms. Dr. Morris sat back down, filling in some information on her computer before turning on her stool to fully face the three of you.

“Alright. Thankfully, everything appears to be fine. Overall, she seems to be very healthy, and we have no major health concerns to worry about. Right now, our main priority is getting y/n off those suppressants. Unfortunately, we can’t just stop them cold turkey, so we’ll have to wean her off. It’s going to take her body a long time to adjust to not having them, so we’ll stop them over a three month period. I’ll write her prescriptions that titrate down, with her dose decreasing every two weeks. Is all that okay with you?”

Bucky nodded slowly. “We’ll do what we have to do.”

“Wonderful,” said Dr. Morris. “Thank you for being so understanding about the time frame.”

“We’ll wait as long as we need to to make sure she’s healthy,” Steve said firmly.

Dr. Morris nodded. “Secondly, y/n needs a gynecological exam. We-”

You interrupted her, brows furrowed. “A- a what exam?”

“An exam for your private parts, sweetheart,” Bucky said softly, rubbing your arm.

Tears welled in your eyes. “I- I don’t wanna-” You whimpered, choking on the end of your sentence as you started to silently cry. Your eyes met Dr. Morris’s with a silent plea. She looked back at you with sympathy, but like Steve and Bucky, showed no sign of giving in.

“Shh, ‘mega mine,” said Bucky, stroking your hair as he slipped into the deep, smooth baritone of his alpha tone to calm you down. Your hindbrain’s panic stuttered to a halt, but didn’t fully abate. “It’s gonna be okay. The doctor’s gonna do it differently for you so it’s not so bad, okay?”

Dr. Morris nodded. “We can make it so you’re asleep the whole time, so you don’t have to be awake for anything that might be scary or uncomfortable.”

“And we’ll be with you the whole time, to protect you,” added Steve, also in his alpha tone. “Would that be okay? If we did it that way?”

“No!” you insisted, going against your Alphas’ wishes despite the violent protestation of your hindbrain. You shrank in Bucky’s lap, hunching down and crossing your arms, your heart pounding with both fear and defiance. “ ‘s not okay.”

“‘Mega mine,” Bucky warned, alpha tone so low it was almost a growl. Your hindbrain knew you shouldn’t dare to disobey him, but the visceral anxiety and fear you felt was too strong.

“NO!” you shrieked. You pushed your way out of Bucky’s lap, sliding off the chair and landing on the floor with a soft thud. You crossed your arms even more aggressively this time, turning away from your alphas, letting your refusal be written all over your facial expression and body language. The room was silent for a moment, taking in the sight of you sitting there with tears streaming down your cheeks, breathing hard, ready to fight against anyone who tried to touch you.

Bucky’s grip on the arms of his chair was white-knuckled. Both Steve and Bucky’s jaws were clenched, the rise and fall of their chests slow and measured in some futile attempt to remain in control of themselves.

“Omega,” Bucky growled, his alpha tone low and dangerous. “Stand. Up.”

Your hindbrain knew better than to endanger you through disobedience. You stood up, still facing away from Bucky.

“Turn around.”

Again, you obeyed. You turned to face Bucky, staring down at the floor.

“Look at me.”

You had no choice.

You looked.

Bucky sat sprawled in his chair, looking as if he hadn’t a care in the world, but the image was a lie. You knew the power that Bucky had, even if he appeared relaxed. The power to take you, the power to break you, the power to make you his. There was a fire burning behind Bucky’s eyes, a fire fueled by the results of millions of years of revolution. A fire only ignited in an alpha by an omega’s foolish disobedience.

Omegas weren’t meant to say no to their alphas. They were meant to obey. And you, being the stupid, stupid little girl you were, hadn’t.

And from the heat in Bucky’s eyes, you knew he wasn’t going to take it.

“What did Steve say last night about talking to us like that?”

You sniffled and looked back at the floor, ashamed. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t talk to you like that.”

“That’s right.” Bucky tilted his head. “You don’t talk to us like that, Omega, and you don’t throw tantrums. Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

Bucky’s alpha tone, when combined with his disapproval, was overwhelming. Your hindbrain flooded you with a wave of shame, remorse, and anguish. Your cheeks burned.

“I’m sorry, Alpha.” It came out as a whisper.

“Sorry for what?” Bucky demanded.

“Sorry for havin’ a tantrum.” Your lower lip trembled.

Bucky nodded slowly, considering you. “Better,” he said. “But I’m not the only one you need to apologize to.”

You looked at Steve. “‘m sorry, Alpha.”

Steve’s gaze, initially hard and unyielding, softened at your clear remorse. “I forgive you, Omega,” he said gently. “C’mere.”

You fell into his open arms, sobbing quietly into his shoulder. He stroked your back. “It’s okay, ‘mega. Take your time.”

You chewed on your lip, unsure of what you would do. Half of you knew the logical option was to get the exam over with, that it was for your own good and that Steve and Bucky would keep you safe, but the other half of you screamed that you should protect yourself and not allow it. Your hindbrain and your fear were at war, and you weren’t sure which would win.

You couldn’t reach a decision on your own. You glanced up at Bucky, unsure, your gaze an implicit request for his opinion.

“Be good for us, doll,” Bucky said softly. “Be a good little girl for your alphas.”

His words steeled your resolve.

“Okay.” You swallowed, hard. “I’ll do it.”

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