Everything Has Changed: Part 13
Days spent in the state of the art lab preparing for the first attempts at the experimental synthesis of medication and DNA modifications that would ignite those receptors that drew omega’s to alpha’s and vice versa. It was the first day of the experiment and the entire lab was buzzing with excitement and hopefulness that this would further limit the repercussions of the Snap and Blip.
With the volunteers already checked into the lab, you were in the midst of preparing for your part in the experiment, when the approach of Dr. Banner had stopped you in your tracks.
On his approach, your stomach tightened as you recognized the face of bad news. You didn’t know what he was going to tell you or what would become of the rest of your day, but you knew that something was going to change.
You could feel it in your bones, you could see it clearly in his eyes and the way he carried himself that there was something unspoken that was bothering him.
You moved away from the core of the lab toward the far left side that was much quieter and would allow for a hushed conversation. When you came to stand in front of him, you shoved your hands into your lab coat pockets, fiddling with the pen to keep your nerves at a low.
“Dr. Banner, what’s the bad news?” You asked even if you didn’t want to. If you could’ve remained ignorant, you would have. However whether you wanted to know or not, Dr. Banner would tell you.
“Y/N,” he crossed his arms over his chest, hesitating to speak, “I know that you’ve spent countless hours preparing for the launch of this procedure-“
“-but…?” You felt the preemptive sting of tears.
“You can’t be a part of the experiment itself. The conditions to be part of the actual testing of the procedure are very clear-“
“What did I do wrong?” Tears blurred your vision, the airy gasps that left your mouth were the tip of the emotional iceberg.
“Nothing, Y/N. You did nothing wrong. You’re brilliant and talented, however the conditions do not allow pregnant women to partake in the procedure.”
“Pregnant?” Your eyebrows furrowed and you wrapped your arms around yourself. “I’m not pregnant…”
“I had to do a final test on the blood we’d taken and on every sample you’d given us to confirm your readiness. When I test your sampled and your blood, I got the confirmations.”
To prove the point he was trying to make, Dr. Banner handed you the tablet in his hands with all the data already loaded snd ready for you to see. On the tablet screen was the clear image of your hormone levels that has shifted as well as the sharp spike in estrogen and progesterone that proved not only were you pregnant, but the levels in which they’d increased had opened the possibility up to their being more than one baby.
“There’s no symptoms.”
“You know as well as I do the symptoms of pregnancy’s may not show up within the first month. Based on the hormone levels, I’d say you’re just under a month.” Dr. Banner placed his hand on your shoulder snd squeezed.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. But in my good conscience I can’t allow you to be one of the constant’s in the experiment. You can still run the trial and head it up if you would wish, however being part of it is no longer an option.”
“Pregnant.” You stared at the tablet while mentally being a mile away.
Kids. You’d always wanted kids, but later on in your life. You were only 22 and you’d just started your career.
You heard Dr. Banner speak yet you couldn’t take your attention off the numbers on the screen. You couldn’t take your eyes off the hormone spikes and the clear data that damned you from your own trial.
“You should tell Steve and Bucky-“
“Excuse me.” You handed the tablet back to him, more like shoved it into his arms, and pushed past him.
“Y/N, talk to Steve and Bucky. Tell them before you-“
“I need air. I need-“ you slipped your lab coat off and tossed it toward a desk chair. Before it could even land on the chair, you were headed toward the door of the lab. You placed your hand against the biometric lock and wait the half second as it scanned your DNA before it let you out. You slipped through the door and moved in a haze, completing everything action that would take you from the lab, to the elevator and then to the lobby of Stark Tower. You moved by autonomy, while your head was reeling and you were consumed by a constant barrage of questions aimed at yourself and your situation.
“Y/N!” Your name was called but you kept moving. “Y/N, stop!”
You kept moving until you collided with a body made of muscle snd strength. After colliding with the body, you craned your neck and studied the man hovering over you, relief and insignificant anguish at the pair of blue eyes watching you.
His brown hair, thick and luscious, was cut short. It was a new look for him after having his longer hair for a while. He was clean shaven too, it looked as fresh as his haircut. His blue eyes were caught between concern and caution, his hands reaching out to grab your arms.
He was your alpha, you should find comfort in his touch and yet…
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He was holding your arms in gentle grasps. “You didn’t hear me calling your name. What’s wrong?”
Pregnant. You were pregnant.
“I need air. I need to get out of here. I need…” Your eyes dart around the lobby of Stark tower, your stomach churning the burning acid inside.
“You’re okay.” Bucky cupped your cheeks. “You’re going to be okay just-“
“No!” You slapped his hands away. “No im not going to be okay! I’m not okay! I need air!”
“You’re having a panic attack,” he reached for you again, “let me help you.”
You stepped back, your eyes widening as the sting of bile rose in your throat. The word PREGNANT has been at the forefront of your mind, repeating on a record.
You wanted kids, but not yet. You’d worked so hard to get where you are now.
You were going to be sick. You couldn’t breathe and you were going to be sick. You felt the bile rise in your throat, the stinging acid that burned as it crawled, the fresh wave of bushes tears making it hard to see as you nearly collapsed from the shock of what had just conspired.
“Are you okay?” Bucky was on you in an instant, an arm wrapped around your waist to steady you. “You’re flush.”
“I need air…” You mumbled under your breath, settling into a panic attack that was sever enough to induce nausea.
“Let me help you upstairs, doll.” Bucky started to help you stand and while his touch was comfortable, it was almost smothering.
His presence as an alpha gave you comfort you knew you needed yet it had also made you feel as if your breathing was even more restricted than it had been. It made you feel as though you were truly gasping for air.
“No!” You pushed him off of you with unknown strength. “No! I need air! I need to be alone!”
You rebuffed him and ran with all you had in you to the exit. You burst through the doors of Stark tower and pressed on even further. You ran until your lungs were burning and your heart was beating like a war drum in your chest and when you finally stopped, you sunk.
You sunk to your knees and wrapped your arms around yourself as you cried, as you screamed your frustrations.
You wanted to be a mother and you wanted your career.
You wanted a baby and you wanted your own mother back.
You wanted a family with Steve and Bucky, and you wanted to see the fruits of your years of hard work.
You cried until you couldn’t anymore. You cried until your voice was horse and your eyes were puffy.
You don’t know how long you were out there, wherever you were. You didn’t know how long you’d spent curled into yourself, crying until your voice was weak. You’d spent your energy running from your anxieties, running from the news that flipped your world upside down.
“It’s okay.” Steve’s voice hit your ears, the suffocating comfort was replaced with gentility. “You’re okay, doll.”
He came to your side and held you, he came to your side and embraced you as you broke down in his arms. You clung to him with as much might as you could gather, silently accepting the shift in comfort as he pulled you into his lap in whatever alley or on whatever street you’d found yourself on.
“You’re going to be okay, sweetheart.” Steve mumbled into your hair, he pressed his lips against the side of your forehead and soothes you with the gentle rocking of his body. “Let me take you home. Please.”
“Take me home.” You went lax in his arms, knowing that you had a lot more processing to go through but it would be better to do it in the comfort of their presence, with them being part of the conversation.
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Lovers: Part 8
He was a beast in human form. He was a beast with sharp teeth and razor sharp claws, ready to tear the aggressor limb from limb with one singular swipe of his hand. He was a monster eagerly waiting in the shadows to pounce on the unsuspecting life that had threatened his mate, his darling.
He had a beast’s vision, eyes burning with animosity and rage that could only be satisfied if his target had felt the same quaking fear that had been instilled upon his inamorata.
He would not be stopped, nothing would stand in his way from enacting some form of revenge on the piece of filth that dared cross the line that should not have been crossed.
He threatened their girl. He threatened their mate.
He put his hands on their omega to cause harm, to force you into submission that was not his to request. He cornered you with animosity, the rut driven craze that would’ve indefinitely hurt you.
Bucky felt that rage, that animalistic and violent alpha rage surging through his veins at the thought of that piece of shit putting his hands on you.
Bucky felt that urge to do right by you. He felt the urge to corner John Walker and make him feel the same fear you had felt.
And he was not alone.
Steve was right there with him.
Steve, the level headed ex-captain, was by his side.
“Where is he?” Bucky only had to ask once. He only had to question the agent in Walker’s rank one time, before he received the answer.
Bucky was an animal, he was a predator ready to strike. His jaw was clenched as he moved toward the training room where Walker was, his angry strides parting any crowd he happened upon. No one was liking to get in his way.
To get in their way.
He stopped outside of his targeted destination waiting for a small moment before he lift his leg and kicked the door clean off its hinges with the heel of hit boots. The doors went flying into the room, the wood splintered where the hinges had been ripped from the frame, the split wood laying obtusely on the floor as he stepped over them.
“Walker.” Bucky spat his name, his brilliant blue eyes darkened and narrowed into a deadly glare. He scoped out the room, successfully finding his target standing near the back of the room.
John Walker’s eyes flashed with fear, the wheels turning in his head for a way to escape.
He wouldn’t have the chance. Bucky wouldn’t let him. Steve wouldn’t let him.
“I didn’t know-“ Bucky was on him in a moment.
Bucky had grabbed the front of his shirt with his vibranium arm to pick him up with ease. As John Walker was held above Bucky’s by the front of his shirt, the fucker started to ramble off an excuse for why he was there.
“You threatened her.” Bucky threw John against the weights sitting on the metal rack, the force of his throw causing the prick to knock over the stand. He didn’t have a chance to stand, he didn’t have a chance to fight back before he was grabbed again.
“You put your hands on her.” He was thrown again, this time his back connected with the far wall, the plaster chipping and crumbling at his feet.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t know!” He held up his hands to defend himself against Bucky’s attack. “She was unmarked!”
Bucky slammed his fist into Walker’s stomach, knocking the wind out of the pathetic man, cutting off his weak apology before he could get a chance to utter another word.
“Barnes!” His last name was called by the arrival of Sam and Natasha, the pair of them ready to break up the fight, even though they had no right. “You need to let him go.”
Bucky lift up his body by his throat, sneering at the man as he whimpered like a kicked dog. Bucky wanted to do more damage, he wanted to tear him apart, yet he knew it wouldn’t have been fair to Steve.
“Leave them, Nat.” Sam said. “They deserve this. He deserves this.”
That was all it took. Bucky had thrown him again, batting him around like a cat toy. He was nothing to them, he was nothing but scum yet he had to learn.
“You think its okay to corner omega’s!?” It was Steve’s turn to teach Walker, and his temper was glaring just as badly as Bucky’s.
“I didn’t-“ Steve’s hit Walker square in the jaw, hearing a sickly satisfying crunch as his bone broke from Steve’s raw power.
“If you ever,” Steve threatened, causing blood to gush from Walker’s nose and ears as he hit him, “come near our omega again, it’ll be the last fucking thing you do.”
There was one more punch, one more hit, and then Steve let Walker’s limp body hit the floor. He walked away from the bleeding man, following Bucky out of the training room without looking back.
Their message had gotten across well enough.
Your heat cycle was starting. You could feel the pain starting to settle into your pelvic area, your pelvic bone itself hurting as if it was dipped into liquid fire.
You were sitting through this heat alone, deciding to wait until you and Steve and Bucky had known each other better before you shared a heat with them.
You trusted them, you admired them greatly. You thought they would make astounding alpha’s and so did your heart and body.
Your heart and body had decided for you that Steve and Bucky were the alpha’s you were waiting for, judging by the way you felt around them. It was the ethereal way butterflies burst in your stomach, and your heart slipped a beat when you thought of both of them, that made you hyper aware that your heart and body had already decided.
And one day, one day soon enough, you would give into those desires. However, this heat cycle you would spend alone. You wanted to have a relationship that was built on more than just horniness and raging hormones.
When the time was right for you and Steve and Bucky to share a rut and heat cycle, there would be no hesitations. There would be no holdbacks or second guessing, it would all be completely natural and authentic.
This heat would be spent alone, however just because you didn’t have Steve and Bucky with you physically didn’t mean you couldn’t have their scent with you.
Before you had left the tower after the incident, to spend your heat by yourself, you had asked Steve and Bucky if you could take something of theirs to have their scent with you during your cycle.
They had honoured your request, though not in the way you assumed they would. Normally, an alpha would provide the omega with one of their shirts to cuddle with if the pair was separated. Steve and Bucky however, did not provide you with a shirt or a sweater.
Instead of providing you with clothing, your two alpha’s had given you two massive California king sized blankets that they had slept with for a few nights before giving it to you.
When you first received it, yet not in your heat, you had appreciated the blankets and had even thanked them profusely, however now that you were in your heat, the gift had taken a whole new meaning.
Once your heat had hit, you wanted nothing but the blankets. You had wrapped yourself up in the soft material, enveloping yourself in the scents of two strong alpha’s, who would one day soon be yours.
You had nested in one of the blanket’s, creating a sort of igloo cocoon out of the other California king blanket by securing it to your walls above your bed with duct tape like a tapestry that made you feel warm and fuzzy. You were surrounded by their scent and that was the best sense of ease you could’ve ever gained without having them there.
After you’d gotten yourself nestled and comfortable, you propped your cellphone up on your night stand and asked the expensive technology to video call your boys.
You laid comfortably in your bed, nuzzling their blanket when the call was put through. The first face you had seen was Steve’s and between the pleasant warmth building between your thighs and the soft sound of a coo slipping from your lips had once again told you all you needed to know.
“How are you feeling, beautiful?” He asked, his eyes searching your face through the screen. “I can’t wait to see you again.”
You trilled in pleasure, rubbing your cheek against their blanket. “Can’t get enough of me, Rogers?”
“Never enough.” Steve leaned in closer to the screen, his blue-green eyes flashing. “You’re taking care of yourself?”
You hummed, feeling the licks of heat starting to grow with intensity. It wouldn’t be long until you were in a full blown, unstoppable heat that would last until you were spent and fulfilled, which could take days.
“The blankets help.” You crooned. “I love smelling like you.”
He smiled and you melted.
“When you’re done your heat, can we take you out again?” After Steve posed the question, he stepped back, giving you a better view of what you assumed was the inside of their suite.
“You got your ass kicked at laser tag once. You really want your ass kicked again?” You grinned cheekily.
“Oh no sweetheart,” Steve’s smile matched your own, “this time we’re playing America’s pastime.”
“Baseball?” You questioned, shifting how you laid on the bed.
“Yeah doll,” Steve licked his bottom lip, the act far more erotic than it may have been meant, “I wanna see you in those tight baseball pants and those knee high socks.”
“Any excuse to stare at my ass.” You chirped, a half smirk on your face. “What would America think if they knew that their golden boy was an ass man?”
“I’m not just an ass man, babe.” Steve came to his own defence. “I’m also very found of your breasts.”
Heat, powerful and strong like lightning, had shot straight to your core, kickstarting your heat. To combat the sudden jerk in your hormones and your heat, you twist the blanket into a makeshift rope and slowly started to grind yourself against it.
“Aww,” Steve crooned, “are you in your heat, baby?”
You couldn’t answer him, you could only grind against the blanket between your legs and moan.
“I’ll call you later.” You ended the call and tossed your phone, promising yourself to get it later when you were in more control of yourself.
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