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peter x steve (maybe it goes like this: mating + dating)

Bucky x Clint | Steve x Annie | Tony x Clint | Bucky x Peter | Tony x Annie | Clint x Steve | Bucky x Annie | Peter x Steve

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Word count: <800K

Steve is so excited to take Peter out for a date, they buy flowers and walk around the city together, and then the sweet Omega starts to sneeze.

Major warnings: D/S Au, A/B/O Au, sickfic, FLUFF GALORE

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Maybe it goes like this:

It’s ten minutes into their walk when Peter sneezes for the first time. It’s adorable and small and cute, and Steve just wants to wrap him up tight, protect him from the world.

But then the sneezes don’t stop.

“Maybe it’s just—” sniffle, “allergies,” Peter uses his sleeve, again, to wipe his nose. Steve wants to give him all the tissues in the world, but it’s a tragedy that he can’t do that. Legally.

“Yeah, maybe,” he agrees, draping an arm around Peter’s shoulders, “we should get back, anyways. I know Bucky and Tony want to cook for us tonight.”

He can tell Peter tries to smile at the mention of his boyfriend, but the expression just falls flat. And sad.

Twenty minutes later, Steve is cradling the sleeping Omega in his arms, carrying him inside and tucking him into the small nesting couch. He knows Tony and Bucky are out at the store, buying ingredients for their dinner, so he gives them a quick call.

“Hey, Stevie!” his Omega answers, bright and cheerful.

“Hey, Stevie!” his Omega answers, bright and cheerful.

“Hey Buck, I need a favor from you guys, if that’s okay.”

There’s a pause as Bucky relates the information to Tony, “Uh, okay Alpha. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I don’t think. Peter has allergies and we need tissues, and medicine, and gatorade— you know what, just tell Tony that Peter has the sniffles, and let him overreact and buy the right stuff.”

Bucky chuckles, “Alright, Stevie. We’ll be home soon. Keep him warm.”

He hears Tony demanding answers in the background before the line goes dead. Good luck, Buck.

A small whimper comes from his sleepy bundled Omega, and his vision goes laser focused. Protect— his instincts are screaming at him, and he finds himself sprinting around the house, checking locks, and closing windows. He lowers a few of the lights, tearing through the kitchen to grab water and crackers, and even pulls a few blankets out of their den.

Actually.

To Steve, that sounds like a better idea. A safer idea. He can barely stand to leave the Omega alone for a moment, but he’s forced to— setting his provisions on the side table and throwing dozens of blankets and pillows onto the bed in their den, making sure there’s an even scent of Tony and Bucky and Steve in the mix. Damn, their other packmates need to move in soon.

Once the den is perfectly nested, Steve carefully approaches Peter in the nesting couch, making sure to scent him thoroughly before carrying him— oh so delicately— down the hall and into his makeshift nest.

He whines, upset that the nest isn’t immaculately made by one of his Omegas, but he stops short when Peter’s wide, doe-eyes blink open, drowsy and confused.

“A-alpha?” he keens, face screwing up, “Alpha, wah— wha’s happening?”

“Shh, sweetheart, it’s okay,” he comforts the Omega, laying him gently in the nest, “How’re you feelin’?”

Peter takes a moment before responding, sniffling and reaching for a tissue, “M’head hurts. Achy. Nah’good, ‘lpha.”

Steve has to stop himself from crying, this Omega is so adorable. His nose is red, eyes watery, and everything inside of Steve wants to roll in the NeedyOmega scent coming off of him in waves.

Instead, he just brushes a few strands of hair off of Peter’s forehead, handing him a glass of water and making sure the tissues and Tylenol are close enough. Steve hopes it’s allergies, but as he feels Peter’s forehead again, he’s convinced that his overheated Omega might have the flu. Dammit.

“What can I get you, sweetheart? Do you want me to leave?”

The noise Peter makes is absolutely heartbreaking, “No, please, I— s’metimes, when m’sick, Clint’ll hold me, ‘lpha. Can you— can you,” tears glisten in his eyes as he struggles to finish his sentence, and Steve just shushes him again, helping the tiny Omega take another drink of water.

“Of course, I’ll hold you, Peter. S’that what you need?”

Peter nods, miserably— extending his arms weakly to Steve in an invitation.

Steve helps him set down the water and climbs into the makeshift nest, spooning behind Peter— pulling him close and scenting him deeply. Peter rumbles— a precious noise that Steve knows is the closest he can manage to a purr in his sick state— and relaxes into the Alpha’s hold.

An hour later, this is how Bucky and Tony find them— wrapped together in the den, surrounded by random snacks and pillows.

“Damn, they look perfect together, don’t they?” Bucky whispers, leaning back into Tony’s chest as they watch the Alpha and Omega sleep.

Tony rests his chin on Bucky’s head, wrapping his arms around the smaller Omega and humming, “They really do, Bucky. Perfect and strong together.”

Bucky closes his eyes, melting into his Beta’s arms,

“Perfect and strong together.”

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