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imaginedreamwrite · 9 days ago
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If I Fall: Part 3
The roof in the bedroom was made entirely of polished wood that came to a point, in a cathedral ceiling with a light fixture at the highest point. The light fixture looked like a painting pulled from deep within the forest. The light was made of metal and was cut to show images of a mother bear and her Cubs, with the mountains in the background, sunset and the peaks of trees, with the physical light at the bottom of the metal piece instead of the middle.
Underneath the light fixture was a lounger that sat before the bed, the black leather had a textile blanket with a gingham pattern adorning the material, the ends fringed and frayed, a sign of its good use.
Beyond the lounger in front of the bed was a set of windows that arched, the clear glass giving way to the views beyond the place you were in. The mountains surrounding were in sight, the snow-capped peaks a foretelling of the cold weather setting in, while the snow on the ground was melting from the last few days of sun that would be hot enough to melt the frozen precipitation.
Your focus came back on the bedroom to the bed you were sleeping on. Made of oak, the bed was massive and could have easily allowed three grown adults to sleep on the top without being squished or without room to move. The bed was a four-poster, with each thick support beam stained naturally with knots adorning the wood.
There was a closet to the left of the bed; two double doors closed with a glimmer of light from the floor appearing beneath the doors. To the right of the closet, a few feet away, was a fireplace set in stone and grout, the red and orange flames dying into vibrant embers at the base.
“Where am I?” You mumbled, moving the blankets off yourself. You shifted your body and came to sit at the edge of the bed, your legs dangling off the side, your toes brushing against the floor.
“What happened?” You questioned yourself on the bruises that littered your arms and legs, the bruises that marred your skin, a combination of blue/black and yellow. The mix of bruises that were both healed and fresh, the bruises that appeared to come from the trauma inflicted to your persons by some unknown means.
You lowered your head, your gaze coming to rest on the shirt that was not your own. It smelled strongly like an alpha, a scent that brought you comfort and made you shudder all in the exact moment.
“Omega,” you point to yourself and then grabbed the shirt with your forefinger and thumb, “alpha shirt.”
You placed your hand on the side of your neck and brushed your fingertips against your flesh, feeling the lack of a bite that would’ve claimed you like the mysterious alpha who had dressed.
“Alpha’s,” you corrected yourself and placed your feet on the ground, steadying yourself when you swayed, “two alpha’s.”
You were unaware, or so you had thought, of any alpha’s who could be near each other for extended periods, and yet these two alpha’s had not only lived together but their scents were intermingled.
“Chopped firewood and smoke, raw honey and sandalwood, gear oil and leather, black ink and charcoal?” You shuffled toward the door separating the room and yourself from the rest of the house. “Who are these alpha’s?”
You had not known fear yet; it had not struck you with intensity, the scent of the alphas. It seemed aged, a few days old and there had yet to be any fresh scent lingering.
Were you alone? Had they come and moved on? Or maybe this was your secluded area? Perhaps this room was neat for you?
“Don’t panic…” you placed your hand on the knob and twisted slowly, pulling the door open as you creeped out inch by inch. The floor creaked under the weight of your footsteps despite your attempts to keep your movements as light as possible, and while you were aware that alphas were here, at some point, their scent still seemed to be days old.
You left the bedroom and were halfway down the hallway when a picture hanging on the wall caught your eye. You stopped moving and turned your head, your eyes studying the monochrome image of two men side by side, their frames and heights alone being conductive of alpha’s, albeit one was larger and a little taller than the other.
“Alpha’s,” you leaned in, your eyes searching the bottom of the image for a date or a name, any indication that could tell you anything about the men in the photo or the year, “1944.”
You tore your eyes from the photograph and fixated them on the large hallway and the wooden logs that encompass the home's structure, while the floors were a mix of carpet in the bedrooms and wood floors throughout the hallway that you could see anyway. However, when you glanced over the balcony overlooking the kitchen, you saw a clear divide of tiles to break up the wooden floors.
“There are at least two bedrooms up and two bathrooms,” you spoke of the ensuite that was attached to the room you were in and the bedroom you’d passed on your way to the hallway. A staircase led down to the main floor, although you could see another staircase that led to an upper floor on the other side of the house.
“What is this place?” You mumbled, placing your hand upon the railing to take you down to the lower floor, every step you took making it harder to breathe.
The railing was wood and iron, the grates keeping anyone from falling were carved metal in the image that matched the light fixture, focusing on the nature of the surrounding mountainsides.
Panic was settling in. Anxiety was becoming a lead weight on your chest, crushing your lungs and making it nearly impossible to catch your breath.
The alpha’s scents were strong. They were not faded as you had expected but relatively solid and potent.
They were here. Or, at least they had been a few hours ago.
You tried to recenter yourself by focusing on the living room at the bottom of the open stairs and carried on into the kitchen.
The living room was designed with one leather sectional and two matching live seats, and a chaise near the stone-built fireplace, losing its flames and turning to ash.
The cupboards were black with white marble tops that shone from the light fixtures above them. The kitchen was massive in size, with a built-in pantry near the fridge, and not one but two cooktops, one gas and one electric.
Built into the left side of the house was a set of doors that led to an enclosed deck, with French doors that were stained and painted to match the cupboards, and through the glass, you could see a dinette set up to the left and a few porch swings to the right.
Beyond the deck, maybe 100ft, was the forest line, the thick and dense cluster of trees that extended beyond your vision, obscuring any path that could’ve been beyond the density.
You turned away from the French doors and focused your attention on the right side of the kitchen to the door that led to what looked like a study, and beyond the kitchen was a small hall that led to another set of double doors.
You took a step, your foot sliding on the wooden floor before you stopped like a deer caught in headlights.
The front door opened with an audible creak that broke the silence and introduced you to the two scents that you had thought were faint.
They entered the cabin and were distracted by the arms full of wood and the torrential downpour of rain that hit suddenly. Yet, when the door was halfway shut, you’d slid your door back and drew their attention to yourself.
“Hi,” one of the alpha’s with dark brown hair had spoken to you, balancing the wood in his arms, “you’re awake….”
The blonde alpha stood behind the brunette with a look in his eyes that spoke to your flight risk. He knew you were going to run; he could sense it.
“Don’t-“ he spoke one syllable, and you were gone.
You ran past the brunette to the open door, sliding between the wooden frame and the door that led to the outside. You could hear them; you could listen to the wood falling to the floor and the sudden jolt of the door as it was ripped open.
You could hear their heavy footsteps as they followed you, the treading of their feet as they trampled through the woods.
The bruises covering your arms and legs were fresh and faded; you had no memories of who you were or how you got here. You were in the presence of two alpha’s, who, by pure speculation, could’ve caused the bruises.
“Stop!” A voice called behind you, his footsteps getting closer to you, even with the rain and your head start. “Please just stop!”
You looked back over your shoulder, catching the glint of metal and piercing blue eyes. You turned around and took a sharp right, sliding in the dirt and mud, managing to hole yourself under the coverings of low-hanging branches. You pressed yourself against a massive rocky Boulder that shielded you from behind; your hands outstretched to grip the rocks. Your chest was rising and falling with each rapid, frightened breath as the footsteps drew closer.
“It’s okay,” the footsteps stopped in front of you, and a voice called from beyond the low-hanging branches, “we’re not going to hurt you.”
The alpha that smelled of charcoal and sandalwood, firewood and cloves, was in front of the tree. But it was the alpha who had smelled of gear oil, smoke, firewood and leather, who had stretched out his hand under the tree for you to grab.
“We helped you,” his hand was not flesh and bone, but of metal, “we found you half-frozen in the river.”
“Lion with the thorn in his paw,” you were scared, terrified even, but you got a sense that they were not the ones who did this to you. You were comforted by their scents, you were comforted by their mere presence alone, and that was enough for you to stretch out your hand and place it in his.
Flesh meeting metal.
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imaginedreamwrite · 13 days ago
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If I Fall: Part 2
Small fragments of wood went flying as the axe struck down into the wood, splitting the thick dried piece of a tree trunk in half. As the flakes fell and the wood was chopped into two, the axe was temporarily set down while Bucky grabbed one of the two and set it on the chopping block. He turned it once, adjusted it to sit where he wanted, and then he picked up the axe again. He wrapped his hand around the handle of the axe, flexing his fingers around the cushioned grip before he lifted the chopping tool and swung it down again.
There was a dense thud as the blade sunk deep into the wood, splitting the half-block into two smaller pieces.
Bucky repeats the same process for the half-block of wood, and when the thick and large piece was cut, he picked up the discarded bits and stacked them under the shelter with the rest.
As he stepped back and lowered the cover of the shelter, he raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of his flannel. He took pause when he caught the brief and faint scent of something and someone new. The scent carried with the chilling breeze, the wind pushing the notes of lavender and citrus, mint and sage, toward Bucky.
He stopped and set the axe down on the ground, the blade partially hidden by grass, as he tried to distinguish and isolate what exactly he was smelling and if that was a genuine product of omega or simply the trailings of one day or weeks old.
He wait; he had to wait for the breeze to come again and bring the scent or leave it stagnant.
He only had to wait a few moments, and then the wind picked up, bringing forth the scent that was now impossible to ignore. The wind carried it through the trees toward their cabin, along with the smell of glacier-fed freshwater that clung to the omega’s scent. The freshwater aroma was more robust than the omega’s, making Bucky believe that the omega was in or near water.
Could it have been an old scent? Could the omega have comes and go in passing? Was it possible that it was all in his head? The desperation causing him to sense what wasn’t there?
“Bucky,” Steve spoke from behind him, an emergency kit in his hand and the keys to one of their off-road vehicles in the other.
“You smelled the omega, too?” Bucky’s voice was wavering, his gaze locked with Steve’s, their eyes searching each other’s for any lies or the ultimate truth.
“And blood-“
“-mated or not, we need to help.” Bucky lifted the axe and swung it, the blade penetrating and neatly cracking the chopping block in its entirety.
He stepped around the nearly broken chopping block and reached for the stash of weapons he kept near the woodshed. They knew that an omega this far in the woods was neither an accident nor without warrant.
There was either an alpha trying to disclose an omega from their presence by attempting to kill them or an omega running from an alpha who would give chase. Either way, there was an omega who was alive, whose scent was still radiating, and the smell of blood.
The omega was hurt, and they needed to help.
Bucky needed to help. He required to undo all the shit he had done to all those omega’s in the past.
He couldn’t allow another omega to suffer.
“I’ll meet you by the river,” Bucky secured his weapons and swiped the first air kit midair as Steve threw it.
While Steve would be driving the ATV, he would have to manoeuvre down the trails and through the trees, a cumbersome event that would take the time that could be spent trying to help the omega.
Bucky could be there in no time, weaving in and out of the trees as he made his way to the river and the injured ‘mega. He could beat Steve, and he could assess the injuries and have them taken care of by the time he arrived.
Bucky held tightly to the bag and began the mad dash. He ran like his life depended on it, effortlessly weaving in and out of the trees to miss the massive trunks, ducking when he came near low branches and even hurtling himself over a mass of dead trees purposely blocking a path.
He landed on his feet with the first aid kit still tucked under his arm. He drew himself closer to the scent that had grown in potency, the smell of the omega stirring a profound reaction within Bucky. He had, upon a time ago, had to ignore the basic and primal instincts every alpha had when it came to protecting and omega.
All omega’s should be protected and kept safe, especially considering their rarity, but Hydra was never one to submit to that idea. They craved power. They craved control.
And Bucky had to help enact that control, and he had to give up the instincts that pushed him toward a place where he kept the omega’s safe.
But not anymore.
Now he was free, and now he could exude all the instincts that came with being a powerful alpha.
“Omega.” He broke through the tree line, coming to the rocky shore of the river, a shallow and slow-moving portion of the body of water that contained the scent of the omega.
Bucky stepped into the water and bent down, spying the flecks of dried blood on one of the rocks under the water. The blood was stained, barely on the stone, but it was enough for him to pick up on.
He stood again, studying the left side of the shore, looking for more signs of where the omega could have gone. He took one step to the left before he stopped and whipped his head around to the right side of the shore. He caught the scent again, but that was not what stole his attention.
It was a whimper.
Bucky bolted toward the sound, the first aid kit smacking against his side as he followed the sound and the scent. He ran through the river; the glacier fed water lapping at his boots in an attempt to wet his feet. He kept on his path until he came to a dead stop; his crystalline blue eyes widened when he saw the omega they’d smelled.
“What the hell?” He muttered, his eyes roaming the omega’s body from the bare feet that were scratched and bruised, likely from running to the bruises littering both arms and the gash on her head.
The omega was laying half in the water and half out, her eyes closed yet whimpers still being emitted from her mouth. She lay there so motionless that Bucky almost thought she was dead.
“Bucky!” Steve drove the ATV as close as possible and then flew off the back, rushing to meet him.
“Her entire body is bruised.” Bucky slammed the first air kit down and unzipped the top, reaching for the emergency blanket.
“She’s going to freeze,” Steve picked her up and held her to his chest, “you need to drive back. Give me the blanket.”
Bucky exchanged the blanket for the keys, but not before grabbing a wrapped cloth to stop the bleeding. Once Steve had both, Bucky bolt back toward the ATV and shoved the key in, starting it again. Steve was quick to get in the pull behind the trailer, clutching the omega to his chest.
“She’s weak, Bucky.” Steve urged him to hurry, bracing himself as the ATV took off from her river.
“She’ll survive,” Bucky called back. “She has to. Just make sure she stayed warm!”
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imaginedreamwrite · 16 days ago
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If I Fall: Part 1
A/N: Trigger warning for mentions of abuse and un-aliving, nightmares and traumatic memories
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“Gotov podchinit'sya.” (Ready to comply)
“Go.” The order was given, and he was sent on his way.
He stalked toward his target, a Bowie knife in his left hand and a thick, twisted rope in the other hand. His blue eyes were rimmed with black paint to give him the appearance of a phantom, of a monster that rose from the darkness to terrorize those he lurked over. “Take it.”
He stepped over the lifeless body of the alpha that was lying at his feet, his eyes wide and his mouth part as blood dripped from his nose and his mouth. He stepped over the alpha and stalked toward the omega cowering against the alley with her back pressed against the ridged and texturized brick that kept her trapped in a figurative cage.
“Now.” He was ordered, and through the blank stare that was pointed directly at the cowering and mated omega, he sensed her fear and resentment.
He felt the fear that changed her scent, the fear radiating from her in thick, dense waves that edged him toward her. There was still a part of him, engrained so deeply in him that made him want to comfort the omega.
And for a moment, he hesitated. For a moment, he stayed his hand and put his weight back on his heels. He gritted his teeth and clenched his jaw, the basest instinct still coursing through him despite all the training and the manipulations to turn him into a weapon for their needs.
He was in the presence of omega, and that omega needed comfort, and it was in his instincts to provide for the omega.
“Now, Soldat!” When the order was barked, he reached out and grabbed the omega by the front of her jacket with his vibranium arm.
She fought against him; she kicked and screamed with every ounce of strength she could muster after seeing him kill the alpha that had marked her. She pulled back her leg and slammed the ball of her foot into his chest, the impact absorbed by his massive broad chest.
He turned the omega and slammed her front into the back of the SUV, keeping her pinned down with his vibranium hand while he grabbed the twisted rope and wrapped it around her wrists, tugging the cord tight to prevent her from moving. He was ruthless and relentless, keeping her tied down and bound as his keeper watched everything unfolding.
“Get rid of the body,” he has pushed aside, “I’ll take care of the little bitch.”
He turned on his heel and stalked away from the SUV and the crying omega. He stood before the alpha and kicked his leg before he bent down and picked the dead alpha up from the wet concrete and threw him over his shoulder.
“YOU KILLED HIM!” The omega cried once, and then he heard the crack of a hand meeting the omega’s flesh, followed by whimpers both pained and saddened as low grunts began.
Bucky shot awake, sweat dripping down his neck and back. His blue eyes were wide and filled with fear, his breathing unsteady as he relived a moment that pained him, a moment in time that had gone against everything an alpha should’ve been.
“Bucky,” Steve woke when he did and placed his hand on Bucky’s left shoulder, his lips tracing the back of his neck as he soothes his lover, “you’re okay.”
Bucky’s shoulders shook when the unsettling guilt that he felt for his role involving mated and unmated omega was plaguing him with nightmares.
Every horrible act he had committed had to be forgiven. But this…what he had done to the omega in the past…
“I can’t forget,” Bucky’s voice shook, his vision blurred by tears that were threatening to roll down his cheeks, “I can’t forget what I did to them.”
Steve slid behind Bucky; he wrapped his arms around his waist and held him tightly as Bucky let loose the barrier, the salty tears rolling down his cheeks. He pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and hit down on his flesh.
“You weren’t given a choice-“
“I still did it!” Bucky’s hands gripped the blankets, his nails digging into the mattress. “I hurt them, and I allowed them to be hurt.”
“You were under Hydra’s control, Bucky-“
He threw himself from the bed, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his breathing growing more unstable. His heart was beating as a war drum, thrashing against its cage. Bucky was a mess of tears, of guilt that riddled him unable to breathe, unable to forgive himself for the pain he had inflicted on the most precious.
“Bucky-“
He threw open the door and stalked out of the bedroom. He grabbed the handrails and threw himself down the stairs, landing effortlessly on the main floor, the impact of his hand cracking the wood floor snd creating a splintered dip in the wood.
“Bucky!” Steve called after him. “Bucky please-“
He needed air. He needed to feel the cold wind of the fall nights on his skin. He needed to feel something.
He didn’t stop running until he was outside, he didn’t stop until he stood in the middle of their front lawn with his bare chest and feet. He didn’t stop until the wind whipped against him, unleashing a chill that cut through the lingering nightmare.
“Hey,” Steve caught up to him and grabbed his wrist, “talk to me, Buck.”
He kept his eyes forward. “I hurt them, Steve. What Hydra did to those onega’s-“
“That wasn’t you.”
“I was part of it,” Bucky felt another surge of emotional turmoil rising in his chest, “I helped them…I helped them…hoarde these omega’s-“
“You didn’t have a choice, Bucky.” Steve squeezed his shoulders and kissed the nape of his neck, trailing his lips across the right side of his neck to his mark.
“I still….” Bucky shook his head, his bottom lip trembling. “I would be a good alpha…I would be good to an omega.”
“I know that, Bucky. We also know how rare it is to come across an omega who’s unmarked.” Steve mumbled into his neck.
“Hydra didn’t care about the state of an omega’s relationship. They didn’t care if they were marked or not.” Bucky lift his hand and wiped his tears with the back of his hand, his eyes rimmed red and his heart clenching with want.
“God,” he scoffed, “I would be a good alpha. I just want a chance Steve. I just want a chance to undo all the shit I did to them. I want a chance to redeem myself. I want a chance to prove that I could provide for an omega. I want a chance to prove that I can keep one safe-“ Bucky’s voice trailed off again.
“You are the best alpha I know, Bucky.” Steve kissed his mark softly and tenderly. “There will be an omega for us, one day.”
“I want to prove myself. I need to prove myself, Steve.” Bucky lost his strength and his resolve. He crumbled to the cold grass, falling to his knees, with Steve still holding him, comforting his mate.
“I just want-“
“I know,” Steve crooned and stroked his hair, “I know, Buck.”
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imaginedreamwrite · 17 days ago
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If I Fall
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
Summary: They had retired from the fight and they’d staked out their peace in a cabin in the woods, surrounded by a thick and dense forest, and the nearest town nearly an hour and a half away.
They found their peace in the woods and with each other. As Alpha’s, they took the company of beta’s but had never settled with one, ever hopeful to one day come across an omega.
But omega’s were rare. Most omega’s had been claimed or went into hiding when their population was on the decline, to avoid being hoarded and passed around like animals.
Omega’s, if found and mated, had two alpha’s to keep them safe and secure against the violent and crazed unmated alpha’s who would stop at nothing to have an omega for themselves. Steve and Bucky almost gave up entirely on finding an omega.
And then, in the crisp fall morning before winter set in, a scent blew across their property. The scent was invigorating and inviting, addictive and had nearly sent them into a rut.
Upon arriving at the source of the scent, they find an omega unconscious laying in the shallow edge of stream with bruises covering her arms and her legs. The omega bears no mark, no lingering scent of an alpha.
And the omega will die if they don’t help her.
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imaginedreamwrite · 18 days ago
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Everything Has Changed: Part 15
“How are you feeling?” Peter craned his neck and watched you, his brown eyes studying you with heightened interest and care, before his eyes briefly moved to your baby bump.
“I’m fine,” you smiled and leaned back against the bench, your eyes closing momentarily, feeling the breeze carrying a mix of scents that distracted you from Steve’s smell hovering close, “the morning sickness is gone.”
“You’re five months?” Peter asked, his brown eyes moving toward the protruding baby bump that would no longer be able to be hidden.
“Yep,” you popped the ‘p’ and opened your eyes again, a yawn coming and going, “although considering who the father’s are, the baby is going to be big.”
You placed your hand on your bump and smoothed your sweater down in soft circles, feeling the quickening of your child.
“Would you like to feel your niece or nephew?” When you asked Peter and happened to glance at him, his brown eyes were caught deep in thought, his hand reaching out toward your baby bump. “It’s okay, Peter.”
“He won’t mind?” Peter asked of Steve, who was on a phone call a few feet away from you, his phone pressed up to his ear and his voice a whisper.
“It’s not just his child, Peter,” you grabbed your brother’s hand and placed it on your bump, moving his hand accordingly, “besides, Steve may be one of my alpha’s, but he’s not like that.”
You were focused, concentrating intensely on moving Peter’s hand along your bump until you found your little rascal and all their movements. As your baby moved against Peter’s hand, you crooned softly to your unborn child.
“I’m sorry to hear about your experiment. I know you were looking forward to it.” Peter removed his hand after a minute and placed it back in his sweater pocket. His hoodie was from his school, with the name scrawled across the front in bold block letters, while his jeans were scuffed with a bit of dirt at the knees, a by-product of being the friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man.
“There’ll be other experiments. Besides, I can still work on it, and I can’t be in it.” You shrugged and stole a glance over your shoulder, watching Steve holding the conversation. “He wants to stay home, Peter.”
At your words, Peter had also looked over his shoulder and then he turned his attention to you. His eyebrows were furrowed, and his lips were pursed, confused and a little taken back by your words.
“Home?” Peter asked, “Captain America wants to retire?”
“They told me I could do whatever I wanted. I want to be a mother and have my career. Steve said he would stay home. Steve said he would love to stay home with our baby.”
At the mention of his name, you knew Steve’s conversation would have ended, and he would’ve shoved his phone back into his black trousers.
“I don’t want to sacrifice one or the other. They want me to be happy, and…” You sighed. “I’m really happy, Peter. I’m going to be having a baby, and I don’t have to sacrifice all those years of hard work.”
“I’m happy for you,” Peter squeezed his hand and let go when Steve approached. Peter wiped his hands on his jeans and stood, addressing Steve with a small smile and a quick ‘Cap’ before he scooped his backpack from the ground.
“I’ll talk to you later, Y/N.” Peter threw his backpack on and secured the hat on his head before stepping away from the bench. “I don’t want to make you late for your appointment, Cap.”
“See ya later, kid.” Steve addressed him with civility and courtesy; any awkwardness from the moment Peter found out about the mateship and the pregnancy was gone and replaced with mutual understanding.
“So, Mr. Rogers,” you slid your hand up to his chest until your hand cupped the side of his neck, “what was the surprise?”
Steve’s touch was equally tender. One hand was resting on your baby belly, and the other was resting on your hip. He was staring at you with such endearment, and it nearly made you melt into the wooden bench. He was such a kind and strong alpha; both of them were.
“Tony said he has a gift for us, and we’re going to be late.” Steve leaned in and kissed you softly, gently pulling you toward him.
“Where’s Bucky?” Your softly spoken words quickly morphed into laughter as Steve started kissing down your neck, tickling your sensitive skin with his beard. You slapped your hand against his shoulder to get him to stop, though the two of you were on such a mutual sort of high from the affection and endearments that you hadn’t pulled away.
“I’m going to pee!” You finally pushed him away and gasped for air after laughing so long. “Stop! You’re going to make me piss myself!”
“Are you okay?” Steve asked with a laugh, helping you stand. “I’m sorry, baby.”
You brushed it off and shrugged, adjusting your sweater as it stretched to its limits with your baby bump. It was one of the last clothing items you could swear that wasn’t maternity, and you were desperately clinging to it. You weren’t ready for maternity clothes, nor were you prepared for the swinging and rather wild cravings that were close to setting in.
“I’m fine.” You smiled and then lightly double-tapped his shoulder. “We leaving or what? We don’t wanna be late for Tony’s big surprise.”
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The elevator doors opened to a massive open floor set up with a series of couches by the window. A giant flat-screen TV attached to the wall above a fireplace with a secure metal screen that could be moved to protect from the heat. To the left was a long bar with a series of alcohol bottles arranged in an aesthetically pleasing design.
“What’s this?” You stepped in further, your eyes roaming the cathedral ceilings and the crystal light fixtures. As your gaze wandered to the left side of the floor, you saw a curved staircase that led to an upper floor and a long hall with a series of doors on either side of the aisle. There was a balcony accessible through a glass door close to the living room furniture, and if you had to take your best guess, you’d assume that the kitchen was off to the right beyond the bar.
“This is yours,” Tony spun on his heels and motioned to the penthouse condo, “a little gift for the first-time mother.”
“A little gift? Mr. Stark, this is a mansion!” You kept walking toward the open floor plan living room and the bar, your wide eyes taking in all that you could.
“You need a place close to the lab and your baby. Having your place at Stark Tower will give you both.” Tony crossed his arms over his chest; his arrogance and usual cockiness were replaced with genuine care and happiness for the two super soldiers and yourself.
“Where’s Bucky?” You questioned.
“There’s another surprise upstairs.” Tony nods his head in the direction, moving toward the exit. “I’ll talk to you later, Steve, about your last mission before you retire.”
“Last mission?” You looked over your shoulder, pausing to walk up the stairs to ask Steve what Tony meant.
“Tying up some loose ends before I pass the shield off.” Steve stepped up with you and leaned in, brushing his lips against your temple. “One last mission before our baby comes.”
You rested your hand on your belly and smiled softly. You wanted this baby and were delighted to be pregnant, especially since Steve and Bucky had offered to stay home with your child while you went to work and kept your career.
They were helping you become a mother and a career woman.
“Our baby,” you cooed to your baby in your belly, “moving more every day.”
Steve hummed and slipped his arm around your waist, flexing his fingers and gripping the side of your sweater lightly as he supported you when you started up the stairs again. When you had reached the top, he dropped his arm from your waist and grabbed your hand instead, interweaving your fingers.
“So there’s a surprise?” You questioned Steve, following him n the second floor until you came to a door.
“Just wait and see….” Steve opened the door and stepped in first, shielding you from seeing the room until he stepped aside and the nursery came into view.
You stepped inside and studied the features of the room, from the painted wall depicting a scene of small baby avengers, all miniature and in tiny costumes, to the stuffed cute mobile of the superheroes you knew well, spinning above a secure and sturdy dark wood crib.
“I know we should’ve waited,” Bucky called from the rocking chair in the corner, a wrapped blanket in his lap and a pillow behind his head, “but we just wanted-“
“I love it!” You squealed and picked up a small stuffed bear wearing a costume that looked exactly like Peter’s Spider-Man suit. “This is so adorable!”
You spied a similar bear with a similar uniform to Steve’s, and besides his was Buckys. Your vision was blurred by I shed tears, your bottom lip shaking as you fought the urge to cry in ethereal happiness, seeing the entire room decorated and prepared for your unborn child.
“Sweetheart, are you okay?” You clutched the bears to your chest and turned.
“I’m more than okay,” you were well aware that you were crying, but it was all in happiness and joy, “this is perfect. We’re having a baby! And I’m holding a little stuffed Captain America!”
“We’re having a baby, darling.” Bucky crossed the distance and swept you into his arms, kissing you softly and tenderly. When he pulled away, he kept his arms around your waist and began to hum softly into your neck, effectively scenting you and making you feel more secure and safe in his arms than you ever thought you could be.
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Green Finch and Linnet Bird | Chapter 5
SFW dark!alpha!stucky x omega!reader
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Demons'll charm you with a smile, for a while But in time... -Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street
Chapter 5 warnings/before you read: 4.5k words, nudity, mention of sexual assault (not in detail), references to nsfw/nsfw desires. Ask, @, or dm if there's anything I need to add to this.
You blinked awake to find softly filtered sunlight dancing across your face and a computer humming in your ear. Your head was on Steve's hip, your body clinging to his leg. Despite the laptop perched in his lap, he had one arm wrapped around you, holding you to him. His fingers ran through your hair in a slow, steady rhythm, punctuated by mouse clicks and keystrokes. You stirred, rubbing your eyes.
A soft "Morning, princess" floated down to you from on high. You murmured a wordless response.
Steve closed his laptop and set it to the side, pulling you gently but insistently onto his lap. You molded yourself to his shape without even thinking about it, bringing your knees to your chest and burying your face in his shirt. You inhaled his scent deeply, sending a shiver of pleasure down your spine. You hummed contentedly; your hindbrain purred in delight.
"You like that, huh?" Steve's voice was low and almost raspy, a testament to the earliness of the hour. "You like smelling your alpha and remembering who you belong to, don't you, baby?"
You whined and clutched at Steve's shirt, somehow managing to nuzzle deeper into him. You felt, more than heard, a low chuckle rumble through his chest as he buried his nose in your hair, his warm breath gently tickling your scalp. "God, you smell amazing. What a good little omega you are," he growled. "Such a sweet little thing for your alphas. That's all you've ever wanted, isn't it, sugar? You've acted so tough your whole life, but on the inside you're such a needy little thing. You just need a big, strong alpha to take care of you. Isn't that right?"
You nodded into him. He hummed his understanding.
"I know, sweet girl. I know. That's why Bucky and I took you, love. We knew what you needed better than you did. And now we're gonna take care of you. We're gonna give you everything you need, little girl."
Bucky.
Bucky had gone to sleep with you. Where had he gone?
You whimpered and curled in on yourself, feeling strangely alone without Bucky beside you. Steve immediately noticed your distress.
"What's wrong, sweet girl?"
Your lip quivered.
"W- where's Bucky?"
To an omega, an alpha's scent is a drug. Just one whiff can activate an omega's hindbrain. The hindbrain, in turn, triggers the release of serotonin and dopamine into the omega's brain, while at the same time blocking the omega's norepinephrine receptors. The result is a state of calm happiness and markedly decreased anxiety. The more often a specific alpha triggers this neurochemical response, the stronger the "high" triggered by that alpha's scent. The same happens in reverse when an alpha smells an omega. Collectively, this process is known as scent bonding.
Though you didn't know what scent bonding was, Steve did. And he knew that, as with any drug, an addict would go through withdrawal if they didn't get their hit. In this case, an omega who scent bonded with an alpha would experience an intense craving for their alpha's presence if they had gone too long without them.
And he was watching it happen before his very eyes.
He could barely believe it. You were already starting to scent bond with them. The cravings weren't strong yet, not really, but they were undeniably there.
You were more susceptible to this than either he or Bucky had dared to hope.
It was going to be even easier to do this than they'd thought.
Steve let none of these thoughts show externally. He simply gave a long exhale, breathing a sigh of apparent relief at the simplicity of your distress. "He's just in the kitchen, sweetheart. He's making breakfast."
As if on cue, your stomach chose that moment to do its best impression of a Lovecraftian mating call. Steve laughed. "Guess we should go find him then, huh?"
You nodded solemnly. "Mm-hm."
"All right, then." Steve simultaneously stood up and picked you up like you weighed nothing, effortlessly going from sitting on the bed to standing on the floor and somehow keeping his arms wrapped around you the whole time. You kept forgetting that he was stronger than normal men, that he was enhanced. You didn't mind the forgetfulness, though; it turned simple things like getting out of bed into pleasantly surprising reminders of his strength.
Steve meandered out of the bedroom and down the hallway to the kitchen, bouncing you in his arms ever so slightly with every step. In no time at all, you had reached the kitchen. There, you found Bucky humming over a griddle full of pancakes and bacon, with heaps of already-cooked food stacked on a plate to his side. He glanced up when he heard Steve's footsteps coming down the hall and positively beamed when he saw you in Steve's arms, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.
"Well, hello there!" he called cheerily. "You're out earlier than I expected. How are my two favorite people in the world doing on this fine morning?"
"Pretty good. This little one's been clamoring to see you from practically the second she opened her eyes."
Bucky melted. "Has she now?" he cooed. "Well, I can take her if Papa Steve is willing tend to the griddle for a moment."
"Papa Steve can absolutely do that," Steve replied playfully. "Why don't you come over here and switch me, Buck. I don't want her to get burned by any flying grease."
"Was just about to suggest that myself." Bucky gave the food on the griddle one last check to make sure it could survive being left alone for a moment, then wiped his hands on the kitchen towel and made his way around the kitchen peninsula to you and Steve. "Come here, princess."
You were passed from Steve to Bucky in the blink of an eye. Steve replaced Bucky at the griddle as you nuzzled into Bucky's chest, moaning softly as you inhaled that wonderfully unique scent you hadn't even realized you'd been craving. Bucky did likewise, burying his nose in your hair exactly as Steve had mere minutes ago. The two of you stood there for a moment that lasted an eternity, savoring the unique pleasure of simply being each other's presence.
Finally, Bucky spoke. "So you were pretty eager to see me this morning, huh?"
"Uh huh."
A sudden pressure in your abdomen made you realize just how eager you had been to see Bucky. You whined uncomfortably.
"What's the matter, doll?"
"I need to go to the bathroom," you admitted, blushing.
"Goodness, pumpkin! Good thing you said something." Bucky began to carry you down the hallway to the bathroom, but was stopped by a word from Steve.
"Wait."
Bucky stared.
"She can go by herself. You know where the bathroom is, right, sugar?" Though the first sentence was addressed to Bucky, the last was addressed to you, leaving Bucky no room to argue.
You nodded. "Just down the hall."
"Okay, then." Bucky gently set you down, making sure you had your balance before he let go of you. "Make sure you wash your hands, princess."
"I will."
Bucky's eyes followed you as you padded down the hall, watching you until the door clicked softly shut behind you. When he was sure you were gone, he spun around to face Steve, hissing, "What the hell-"
"She's scent bonding, Buck," Steve cut him off. Though both men were speaking in code, they kept their voices low to avoid alerting you to the conversation. Steve busied himself by taking the last of the food off the griddle as he waited for Bucky to respond.
Bucky's eyes widened. If he hadn't been so practiced at controlling his facial expressions, his jaw would have hit the floor. "No fucking way," he whispered. "After less than a day? That's not possible. That's not fucking possible."
Steve shot him a look that said you better fucking believe it, asshole. "I saw it myself, Buck. The second she realized that you weren't in bed with us, she was desperate for you. It couldn't be anything else."
Bucky sank into one of the soft dining room chairs, fingers pressed to his temple.
"I don't know if our scent is more potent because of our enhancements," Steve continued, "or if the suppressants just fucked her up worse than we thought. But it doesn't matter either way. Don't you see, Buck?"
Bucky wrenched his gaze away from the empty space in front of him and looked at Steve. Steve looked back, intense, excited. "This is a game changer."
"You're absolutely sure it was scent withdrawal?"
Steve nodded. "Looked like something straight out of a textbook."
At long last, a wide grin split Bucky's face. "This is perfect, Steve. We won't even have to keep spiking her food. She'll be ours in no time."
Steve grinned back, relieved that Bucky had come around. "Damn right she will be. And she's already halfway there."
The sound of a flushing toilet and running sink pulled both men out of their hushed reverie. Instantly, they wiped all traces of the conversation from their expressions, replacing hungry excitement with blithe cheer as they awaited your return. In a moment, you were back in the kitchen.
"Feel better, baby?" Bucky asked you. You nodded.
"You're just in time, sweetheart," Steve declared. "Food's ready."
The three of you wended your way to the table, bringing out syrup and butter and juice and dishes and food until the table was set, the food was laid out, and the three of you were ready to dig in. Steve and Bucky served you as they had the night before. Once again, you dug in as they started serving each other.
The three of you ate in silence for a minute or two, then Steve snapped his fingers, making both you and Bucky look up. Steve finished chewing the food in his mouth, swallowed, then said, "I forgot to tell you, princess. You have a doctor's appointment today."
"Oh yeah," Bucky remembered. "It's right before lunch. Sorry for not letting you know sooner."
You paled. "Why are you taking me to the doctor?"
"To get you off those suppressants, peach," Bucky said.
"Why do I need to go to the doctor to do that?" Your voice was high pitched and anxious. "Why can't I just stop taking them?"
"It doesn't work like that, sweetheart," Steve explained patiently. "You can't just stop taking them, especially since you've taken them for so long. You have to stop them slowly, a little bit at a time, and we need the doctor to figure out how to do that safely."
"And the doctor needs to check you out and make sure they didn't hurt you at all," Bucky chimed in.
You huffed, but said nothing.
"Hey, what's the matter, baby?" Steve had lowered his voice, clearly attempting to soothe you. You shook your head, your eyes squeezed tight shut, withdrawing in on yourself until you were atom-sized, unable to be seen with the naked eye.
"I think I know what it is." Bucky said quietly. "When was the last time you saw a doctor, doll?"
You swallowed hard, picking at your food with your fork. "It's been a long time," you whispered. "And the last time- the doctor, he was an alpha, and my mom was out of the room and he- he-"
"Oh, baby," Bucky said softly. "It's okay. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."
You buried your face in your hands, shoulders heaving as your body was wracked with silent sobs. Bucky and Steve's eyes flicked from you to each other. It was clear that you didn't want them to try and comfort you right now. And for once, they left you alone.
"This'll be a good opportunity for us," Bucky said grimly, voice hushed. "We get her through this appointment in one piece, she's gonna trust us a hell of a lot more."
Steve huffed and pursed his lips, but nodded. "As much as I hate to admit it, you're right." He looked at you sadly, remembering how hard you fought against coming with them when they met. The context of what he had just learned about your past made that memory a thousand times more grim. "No wonder she didn't come quietly."
"Hey," Bucky said softly. "It was for the best, Steve. She probably never would've had a chance to get over this trauma if it weren't for us. Shit, man, she'd probably be on suppressants for the rest of her life, miserable because she'd never trust an alpha enough to get close to them and settle down. Her life's gonna be a lot better now, Steve." He leaned forward slightly, meeting Steve's worried gaze with his own firmly confident look. "She has us."
Steve swallowed. "You're right, Buck." He looked at you again, his resolve steeling at the sight of you curled in on yourself, your sobs showing no signs of stopping. "It's for the best."
"She's pretty much done with her food," Bucky observed. "You alright with cleaning up while I calm her down?"
Steve nodded slightly. Slowly, Bucky got up and went over to you, crouching next to your chair.
"Hey, sweetheart." His voice was soft, cautious, testing the waters. "How 'bout we go wash your face with a nice cool washcloth. Would you like that?"
You nodded numbly.
"All right then." Bucky stood up. Steve silently began clearing the table.
"I'm gonna pick you up now, okay?" After you gave another small nod, Bucky gently lifted you into his arms and carried you to the bathroom you had spent so much time in yesterday evening.
He sat you on the counter just as he had the day before. You hugged your knees to your chest the instant he let go of you, unable to go without some semblance of physical comfort for even a brief moment. He dug a washcloth out of one of the cabinets below the sink and briefly ran it under cold water, then wrung it out slightly and came back over to you.
“Look at me, baby,” he instructed you gently.
Hesitantly, you did as he said.
"Shit" was Bucky's immediate thought.
Your face was a mess. Red. Blotchy. Puffy. Tears had left shining trails on both of your cheeks.
He sucked in a sharp breath. Fuck, as much as it hurt him to see you this way, his heart was pounding with excitement. You looked so beautiful like this, so tearstained and helpless. You were theirs, now. From now on, he and Steve would be the ones helping you. They would be the ones catching you when you fell, cleaning and bandaging the scraped knees and bleeding fingers, kissing the bruises to make them feel better. They would be your shoulder to cry on, the people whose arms were synonymous with home. And someday, they would be the people to show you the true meaning of pleasure, to teach you what being an omega was truly about. He could picture it now, see you writhing beneath him, face streaked with tears from the pleasure and the pain, bruised and battered, moaning obscenely and begging for more. His hindbrain thrummed, purring eagerly at the thought.
Though it took more than a little effort, he managed to master the desire bubbling in his chest, quieting it from a demanding shout to a dull roar. Though he would have to wait until your first heat to do everything he wanted with you, he would have plenty more chances to see you this vulnerable again, even before you were fully weaned from your suppressants. After all, you were going to have to go through a lot of painful things if the plan was going to succeed.
Patience, Bucky, he reminded himself. It'll be worth it in the end.
It will all be worth it in the end.
He took the cool washcloth and began to wipe your face, slowly, carefully. You sucked in a sharp breath at the initial feeling of something so cold on your face, but the shock quickly abated as the coolness of the cloth soothed your burning skin. Bucky wiped your face and neck with meticulous care, his ministrations drifting over your eyes, nose, ears, mouth, cheeks, forehead, and neck. By the time he finished, the washcloth had warmed up considerably. He ran it under cold water again, wrung it out harder this time, then laid it on the back of your neck.
He stood between your knees again, like he had yesterday, and settled his hands on either side of your waist. Wordlessly, you scooted closer to him, until your chests were almost touching. You wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your forehead on his breastbone. He moved his metal arm to wrap around the small of your back, cupping the back of your head in his other hand.
Though you were still drowning in the sea of sadness that had been triggered in you, you were far past the point of crying. You just needed him to be with you, needed the simple comfort of knowing that you didn’t have to face this day alone. And he knew it.
He stood with you for a long time, tracing soft circles on your side with his thumb. Only when your breathing eased and your last few sniffles ceased did he shift, pulling back and holding you at arms' length to observe you. When you hung your head, staring at the floor, he hooked his forefinger under your chin. Your breath caught in your throat as he titled your chin up, leaving you with no other choice but to look at him. His eyes roved over your face, searching yours like they were windows to your soul.
“Let's take a shower, kitten." His voice was low, with a primal, characteristically alpha rasp that bordered on a growl and made your hindbrain quiver. The statement was clearly not a request.
"I don't have any clean clothes." You mentally kicked yourself the second the words were out of your mouth. What a stupid thing to be worrying about right now.
"Don't worry about it, love," Bucky murmured. "We ordered you some. They got delivered early this morning." You instinctively braced your hands on his shoulders as he grabbed you solidly by the waist and lifted you off the counter. "Start undressing, sweetheart."
You began to take your clothes off as he did the same, leaving the no longer cold washcloth abandoned in the sink. Though you moved slowly, his clothes were in a neat pile on the counter in the blink of an eye. As you finished undressing, he began to run the shower, turning on both showerheads and adjusting them to the right temperature. He finished fiddling with them just as you joined him in the shower, going to stand under the stream of water he wasn't using.
Bucky busied himself with washing his hair, using a shampoo and conditioner that quickly filled the bathroom with a scent like that of the woods during a summer rain. You simply stood there, arms crossed in a tight self-hug as you stared into space and let the warm water wash over you.
Bucky rinsed the conditioner out of his hair and looked over at you, only to realize that you had barely moved since stepping under the stream of water. His fingers roved over the wall, searching for a hidden button which he soon found and pressed. The two showerheads turned towards the middle of the shower of their own accord. A portion of the wall slid up to reveal a recessed niche from which a long, thin third showerhead emerged, filling the remaining empty space between you and Bucky with falling water.
He took a step closer to you. You stumbled slightly as he turned you and pulled you to him, your back to his chest, so close the two of you were almost touching. He wordlessly began to lather your hair with the same strawberry and marshmallow shampoo he had used when he gave you a bath yesterday. Was it your imagination, or had his fingers been gentler yesterday?
He rinsed the shampoo from your hair and followed it with conditioner that had the same fruity scent, then grabbed one of the washcloths hanging from a bar on the wall and started to wash your back, one hand on your shoulder to keep you in place while the other scrubbed your skin. The soap he used smelled of vanilla and coconut, the scent subtler and less assertive than that of the shampoo. He quickly finished washing your back and held the washcloth over your shoulder.
"Wash," he commanded.
He huffed softly when you didn't make a move to take the washcloth from him, instead crossing your arms tightly over your chest. "Doll, you need to take care of yourself," he said, his voice slightly more gentle now. "It'll help you feel better."
You rocked in place for a moment, staring blankly at the floor, then:
"Don' want you to look at me." You muttered the sentence as though it was something shameful.
"Why not?" Bucky murmured. The hand on your shoulder ran down your arm, brushed against your fingers, then trailed up your thigh to snake around your waist and pull you close. You shuddered. Every last muscle in your body tensed. You were more than “almost” touching him this time; you could feel every inch of his wet skin against yours, every beat of his pounding heart, every steady rise and fall of his chest.
"You don't have to hide from me, kitten." Bucky's words were possessive, more growled than spoken. His lips brushed your ear, then ghosted down to your neck and left a soft kiss just above your throbbing jugular. "You're beautiful. Just the way you are."
For a moment, there was no sound in the bathroom except for the rainlike patter of water hitting skin and tile. You swallowed. As much as your hindbrain wanted to believe him, your mother’s voice called to you, swimming out of the depths of your memories to make a desperate appeal to your better judgement:
Never trust an alpha, she said.
He’s helping us, your hindbrain argued.
Too dangerous. Never trust an alpha.
He’s looking out for us.
Or he says he is. Never trust an alpha.
He’s taking care of us.
And you don’t know why. Never trust an alpha.
Maybe he loves us, your hindbrain said. You certainly never did.
Your mother’s voice went quiet in your head.
That’s right, your hindbrain continued triumphantly. You gave us suppressants for years. You hurt us. Abused us. But he has been nothing but kind. Which one is truer love?
You know nothing of love, your mother snapped. If you want to let him hurt you, be my guest. But don’t you dare come crying back to me.
Fine! your hindbrain retorted. Watch me.
You took a deep breath and released the tension in your shoulders, your jaw, your back. Cautiously, you relaxed against Bucky’s chest, only letting yourself melt into him once he gave a hum of pleased approval that left your hindbrain throbbing. Your arms uncrossed as if of their own volition, lowering slowly to your sides, baring your chest to Bucky’s gaze.
“There’s my good little girl,” he praised softly. “Such a good girl for your alpha. See?” He nuzzled his chin into the crook of your neck. “Nothing to be scared of. Say that for daddy, baby: ‘there’s nothing to be scared of.’”
You took a shuddering breath. “Th- there’s n-nothing to be s-scared of.” Your voice trembled, but you managed to stumble your way to the end of the sentence, afraid of what would happen if you didn't.
“Good little girl,” he crooned. “You’re safe with me.” He rubbed your shoulder. “Say that for me, little girl.”
“I- I’m safe with you.” Somehow, the words came easier this time.
“Good girl.” His voice was like honey. For a fleeting moment, you felt like you were drowning it. “Now: Daddy loves you. And we’re gonna take good care of you. Say it.”
“Daddy loves me.” Your voice was stronger now. Steadier. Though the words felt foreign and strange as in your mouth, they fell easily from your lips once they were formed. “And you’re gonna take good care of me.”
“That’s right!” he cooed. “What a good, obedient little thing you are, kitten.” You glowed at the praise, a pleased shudder running down your spine. Your hindbrain was in control now. There was no turning back.
“You’re gonna be a good girl now and wash yourself, aren’t you?”
You nodded.
“‘Yes, daddy’, baby girl. Use your manners.”
“Yes, Daddy,” you parroted obediently.
“Good.” He left another soft kiss on your neck, then straightened and handed you the washcloth. “Here.”
You took it from and began to wash your body without a second thought, closing your eyes and humming happily to yourself as you savored the sweet smell of vanilla and coconut. You didn’t see Bucky’s eyes roving over you, committing to memory every curve of your body and mark on your skin. You didn’t see him lick his lips as he eyed you, his face transformed into the near-predatory expression that he only let show when you couldn’t see him watching. It was so hard, so extremely hard for him to just take a shower instead of giving into his most primal urges and absolutely destroying you where you stood. But he managed to.
It was hard, but he managed.
You were totally unaware of the way his body and mind reacted to seeing you like this, of the amount of effort he had to exert to control himself.
Patience, Bucky, he reminded himself, for the second time today. She’ll know soon enough.
She'll know how you feel soon enough.
In no time at all, the two of you had finished showering and helped each other dry off. He led you into the bedroom and produced leggings and a soft, baby-pink knit sweater dress for you to wear that, of course, fit you perfectly. For himself, he pulled clothes at random from his closet, ending up with black stretchy jeans and a soft black hoodie. When both of you were dressed, he took you by the hand and down the hall away from the kitchen, taking you to an area of the apartment you hadn’t seen before.
He led you into a decently sized and simply furnished living room. The midmorning sunlight streamed through floor to ceiling windows that took up one wall of the room and offered spectacular views of the city. You smiled when you saw Steve in the room, relaxing on an L-shaped beige sectional whose longest side ran perpendicular to the windows. A TV faced the sectional, the murmur of a news program issuing softly from its speakers.
Steve greeted you and Bucky warmly as the two of you entered. You watched from the sidelines as Bucky and Steve shared a quick kiss before Bucky slid onto the couch next to his mate, both men settling easily into positions that had become habit as a result of a long, happy relationship.
Bucky patted his lap, the action an implicit invitation that you happily obeyed, the lower half of your body in Bucky’s lap, the upper half in Steve’s. You hummed with contentment when you felt the their touch, felt the comforting pressure of their hands on you. Steve played with your hair and rubbed a hand up and down your upper arm as Bucky’s hands found homes on your hip and calf.
You closed your eyes, losing yourself completely in the comfort of being in both alphas’ laps while they absently caressed you, causing Bucky and Steve to share a knowing smile.
You were drawing closer to them all the time, trusting them more with every second you spent in their presence.
You truly were fated to be their omega, their little girl, and every emotional step you took towards them proved that.
Their plan was working. And they couldn’t wait to see what would happen next.
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Green Finch and Linnet Bird | Chapter 4
SFW dark!alpha!stucky x omega!reader
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You stay, Johanna, the way I’ve dreamed you are Oh, look! Johanna! A star! A shooting star! - Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street
warnings for chapter 4: yelling, police mention, welfare check mention??? not really sure, hmu if there's anything else I should add here.
"Let's go eat, angel." Bucky pressed a soft, quick kiss to your forehead. "Come on." He offered you his hand. You took it.
He led you out of the bathroom and down the hall to the kitchen you had heard Steve's voice coming from earlier. Savory aromas wafted towards you, the scent of garlic and onion and bacon something browning in the oven, along with the delectable popping and hissing of sounds of something sauteing on the stove. You closed your eyes and inhaled greedily, mouth already watering.
You heard a soft chuckle and glanced up to see Bucky looking down at you, smiling softly at the sight of you lost in the scent of Steve's cooking.
The two of you entered the kitchen to find Steve standing in front of the stove, deftly tending to a sizzling pan. He glanced up at the two of you when you entered the kitchen and beamed.
"Hey there!" he said cheerily. "Perfect timing. Food's pretty much ready." His eyes fell on you, and he looked you slowly up and down, drinking in the sight of you in your Captain America pj's. "Don't you look cute!" he cooed.
His voice was like honey, sweet and syrupy. You blushed, burying your face in Bucky's arm. He laughed and rubbed your back, nudging you in the direction of the table. "Go sit down, sweetheart. Stevie's already got your place set."
The peninsula of countertop where Steve was currently cooking divided the room in two. Half the room was a kitchen with three walls of gleaming countertops, cabinetry, and appliances. The other half of the room was an elegant dining room, containing a rectangular glass table that could seat four on its cushy, soft gray chairs.
Bucky and Steve spoke to each other in hushed voices as you wandered over to the table. There, you found three place settings: two adult places were set at the head and the foot of the table, respectively, and on the side of the table was a place set for a child. It consisted of a divided plate with Captain America, Iron Man, and Black Widow in its three sections, a small plastic cup wrapped with an image of the full Avengers lineup, and a miniature metal spoon and fork with various superhero logos dotting their plastic handles. This was clearly where you were meant to sit, so you did, sinking a little into the soft chair when you sat down.
Bucky laid a peck on Steve's cheek and withdrew his vibranium arm from where it had come to rest across Steve's shoulders. He drifted over to stand behind you, leaning on the back of your chair. "Oh, look at that," he cooed. "What cute things Steve picked out for you!" You couldn't help but hum happily in agreement.
You found joy in the simple things in life, whether it was coloring with crayons, making flower crowns, or blowing the seeds off a dandelion and making a wish. You nursed a penchant for fluffy pink dresses and sparkly shoes. Every night, you slept with a stuffed animal clutched to your chest, unable to drift off without something to cuddle.
There was something freeing about not acting your age, something refreshingly wonderful about forgetting the troubles of the world around you letting yourself go to that childlike sense of joy and wonder. If Bucky and Steve were going to encourage that side of you, you weren't going to complain.
"Food's ready!" Steve announced.
"That's my cue," Bucky remarked. "Be right back, doll." He went over to the kitchen to help Steve with the food.
Soon enough, Steve left the kitchen with a pan of bacon and green beans in his hands, a mac-and-cheese-laden Bucky in tow. They set the food on the table and exchanged a quick kiss - with Bucky giving Steve a smile and a "Looks good, babe" - and sat down at the ends of the table.
Steve reached a hand out to you. "Hand me your plate, sweetheart." You passed it to him and watched hungrily as he dished you up some of the green beans and bacon. "Here, Buck." Your plate changed hands. There was a delectable crunching sound as Bucky broke through the crumb topping of the mac and cheese with a spoon. He heaped a generous portion onto your plate, then set it back on the table in front of you.
"You're all set. Dig in, angel."
You didn't need to be told twice. As Steve and Bucky dished up their own plates, you took your first bite of Steve's mac and cheese.
It was perfect. The stuff was deliciously cheesy, smoothly creamy, and positively bursting with flavor. The texture of al dente noodles and gooey cheese was perfectly contrasted by the crunch of the breadcrumb topping. You hummed and closed your eyes, sighing in delight as you savored the food.
Bucky laughed. "That good, huh?" You gave an enthusiastic nod. He grinned smugly at Steve. "Told you so."
Steve snorted. "That you did, Buck. That you did." Though he tried to not rise to Bucky's bait, a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, spreading across his face as he watched you absolutely devouring his food. "Glad you like it, sweetheart."
For a time, the only sound in the room was the clatter of forks and spoons as the three of you all but gorged yourself on the meal in front of you. And then Steve's phone rang.
You and Bucky glanced up sharply, both watching Steve's every move as he fished his phone out of his pocket and answered the call.
"What is it?" Steve's voice was all business, sharply contrasting the cheerful tone it had before the call. A voice crackled out of his phone, loudly. Too loudly. Steve quickly turned the volume down, but not before you caught a word that knocked the air from your lungs.
"Mrs. Y/L/N..."
You choked on the bite of food in your mouth. Bucky's chair scraped on the floor as he stood up, striding quickly to your side and resting a hand on a shoulder. You gave several hacking coughs, quickly managing to clear the blockage in your throat. If only the thoughts racing through your mind could be expelled with equal ease.
Bucky rubbed your shoulder absently, staring intently at Steve as he spoke in clipped tones with the person on the other side of the phone.
"Well then. That takes care of that." A beat. Then, "Yes, we would like to, as many as possible. Yes. that too." Another pause. "Yeah, she'll talk. She's with us right now, actually." His eyes found yours, and you met his gaze with bated breath. "Do it," Steve ordered. "We'll get our part taken care of." Another moment of silence. "Thanks. Goodbye." He hung up and put his phone back in his pocket, exchanging a pointed look with Bucky.
You stared at Steve, anxious and expectant. He met your eyes with a steady gaze. "I- is she-" You couldn't bring yourself to finish the sentence.
"She's all right," he said gently.
"What happened?"
He cleared his throat, folding his hands in front of him, elbows resting on the table. "We called in a welfare check. The police department just got back to me."
"A welfare check?" you sputtered incredulously, voice crescendoing to an anxious fever pitch. "You called the cops on my mom? Do you realize how dangerous that is? I can't believe you. Do you have any idea-"
Your words were cut off by Steve slamming his fist on the table, stunning you speechless. "You. Do. Not. Speak. To. Me. That. Way." He enunciated each word with a deadly precision, face hard and unyielding as stone, tone icy and razor sharp. "Is that understood?"
You huffed angrily, but gave a sharp nod, staring at your clenched hands, fuming. Bucky wordlessly tightened his grip on your shoulder, giving it a firm, warning squeeze that clearly meant calm down.
It did little to help. Your hindbrain had awoken; there was no turning back now. It was crying, pleading with you, begging you to be a good little omega and behave for your alphas. You gritted your teeth and did your best to ignore your hindbrain's clamoring, shoving it to the back of your mind as you seethed.
A sigh from Steve cut through the haze of anger and fear clouding your mind. You looked up at him, wide eyed, and his hard expression softened as he took you in, compassion slowly tricking into his gaze. "People are helping her, sweetheart," he explained to you, tone much more gentle now. "They took her to a place where they can keep her safe until she feels better. I requested officers that I personally know and trust. They're people that are specially trained to help people like your mom. And they did. They got to her before anything bad happened and they took care of her. Safely." He emphasized the last word.
You stared at him, still distrustful. He looked back at you, his level gaze intent and resolute. "I would never let her get hurt. Ever."
He spoke with a frank conviction that you had no choice but to believe. No one was that earnest about something unless they truly meant it.
"O- okay." You let out a breath that you hadn't even known you'd been holding and inhaled deeply. Your hindbrain hummed with relief as you filled your lungs with fresh oxygen, finally starting to calm down. "Okay. I believe you."
"Good." Steve's voice was back to the tender, loving lilt it had been earlier in the evening.
Bucky stood up, giving your shoulders a quick squeeze. "It's gonna be alright, sweet pea. You don't have to worry anymore." He left a light kiss on the top of the head and went back to his seat.
With the conflict resolved and the evening's lighthearted atmosphere restored, you once again began to eat. Steve and Bucky chatted away, talking and laughing about everything and nothing, getting you and each other second helpings and swapping playfully sarcastic barbs, with you content simply to eat and listen. Soon enough, they had finished eating, though you still had more than a few bites left. You guiltily began to eat quicker and take bigger bites.
You had just shoved a huge bite into your mouth when Bucky's wandering eyes landed on yours, in the middle of him taking a sip of water. You froze, cheeks stuffed with macaroni like a chipmunk with a mouth full of nuts.
Bucky choked with laughter, tears running down his face, clearly struggling not to spit all over the table. Bucky's uncontrollable laughter made you and Steve start laughing too, though Steve was the only one out of the three of you capable of making a sound. After a minute, Bucky got himself under control enough to swallow the water in his mouth.
"Goodness! Slow down!" he urged you, still fighting back laughs. "Just because Stevie and I learned to inhale our food in the military doesn't mean you have to."
You finished chewing and swallowed the food in your mouth, finally allowing the laughter bubbling in your chest to spill out of your mouth and join the joyus chorus of Steve and Bucky's.
His laughter subsiding, Bucky stood up and began to clear the table. "Don't worry about finishing your food, doll. I'm just gonna start putting this stuff away."
By the time Bucky returned from his trip to put the leftover food away, you had finished your remaining food. Bucky swiftly cleared the remaining dishes from the table and began to wash up.
"All right, kiddo." Steve stood up and stretched with a groan. "It's time to get you ready for bed."
"What?" You said, surprised. "What time is it?"
Steve checked his watch. "Almost 9."
Your brow furrowed. "But... it was only one o'clock when we were in Belvedere castle..." You trailed off, confused.
"You woke up around sixish, sweetheart," Steve said patiently. "And you probably still have some of that shot to sleep off."
"Oh."
"It's all right. Come on." He offered his hand to you. You took it. "Let's go brush your teeth, pumpkin."
He led you out of the dining room. Bucky looked up from washing a pan in the sink, smiling softly at you being such a good girl for Steve.
"We're gonna go brush our teeth and get ready for bed," Steve informed him.
"All right. I'll be there in a minute."
Steve led you back to the bathroom. You followed his every motion with your eyes as he selected a princess-pink toothbrush from the cup of toothbrushes on the counter, squeezed a strip of sparkly teal toothpaste onto it, briefly ran it under water, and held it out to you. "Here you go, kiddo."
You took it from him and began to brush. The toothpaste was that unusual bubble fruit flavor, the one that brought back memories of being a kid and skipping happily out of the dentist's office, clutching a plastic bag with a pretty new toothbrush and a mini tube of toothpaste, glowing with pride at the pleased review you had earned from the dentist for being such a brave patient.
The door clicked softly open and closed behind you. Bucky joined you and Steve at the sink, beginning his own bedtime routine.
The three of you brushed your teeth, washed your faces, did everything you needed to do to be ready for the soft embrace of sleep. The three of you sharing that bathroom, getting ready for the night together, formed a perfect picture of domestic bliss. Such a simple thing to do, and yet so powerful, so reminiscent of white houses and picket fences, of happy wives and happy lives. It harkened back to times when children played in the grass while parents watched, sipping coffee from the shelter of the porch, the entire scene bathed in the soft golden glow of the setting sun. You reached for things, traded places, took turns at the sink, moving perfectly in the intricate steps of a dance you'd somehow never needed to practice.
The three of you finished your nightly ministrations and moved to the bedroom. You and Bucky slipped into bed, having already changed into pajamas; in a moment, Steve joined you. You were gently sandwiched between the two men, face buried in Bucky's chest, Steve pressed against your back to act as your big spoon.
Their soft hands traced lazy patterns on your body, drawing constellations on your hips, on your shoulders, on the small of your back. Two gently possessive hands, one flesh and one metal, laid sweet claim to every part of you, their tender ministrations helping you drift gently off to sleep.
Maybe your mother had been wrong.
Maybe alphas were worth it after all.
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Everything Has Changed: Part 14
Steve closed the door behind him and took a few small steps to get to the bathroom. As he cracked open the door and peered inside, he caught sight of Bucky standing in front of the mirror staring at himself. His blue eyes were peering into the blue eyes of his reflection, his fists gripping the counter with white knuckles.
He had hung his head once and bit on his bottom lip and his shoulders shook with every deep inhale and exhale. He stood there in silence, going through the motions of breathing and out without ceasing.
“Bucky…” Steve closed the door behind him and then reached forward to place his hand on Bucky’s shoulder. Steve squeezed his lover’s shoulder, successfully drawing his attention off of the porcelain sink and onto Steve.
“Pregnant.” Bucky’s bottom lip trembled, his eyes both remarkably bright and starkly dim. The news that you were pregnant hadn’t even had to be verbally told, Steve and Bucky could sense it. They could smell the difference in your scent, the hormonal shift that happened when an omega became pregnant. It was early, but the signs were there, the hormonal change was there. “Our omega is pregnant…”
Steve squeezed his shoulder again in an attempt to calm him down, to keep him from going past the point of no return emotionally. Bucky was on edge, he was grappling with the news that you were pregnant and the events that conspired hours ago.
You ran, you left. You were gone for hours and were found huddled in an alley shivering. Steve carried you back to the car, he carried you inside Stark Tower and into their home. Steve carried you while you were shivering and shaking, holding you tightly before he finally let you go once you were in their bed.
Steve tucked you into their bed and Bucky brought you hot tea. Before he left you to sleep, he brushed your hair behind your ear and apologized for pushing you. He apologized for pushing you and apologized for making you run.
When he left, Steve stayed with you until you fell asleep.
“She is stressed, Bucky.” Steve drew his attention to himself. “She is scared and she is stressed. This is one opportunity to step up and be the alpha’s that she wants and needs.”
“We’re having a baby, Steve.” Bucky’s smile rose then fell, his eyebrows furrowed. “We’re having a baby…”
“Y/N is scared, Bucky. It’s nothing you did and it’s not your fault that she ran.” Steve comfort him in the same manner that he had comforted you.
“Why is she scared to have a baby? To have our baby? Is it because of what I-” Bucky was losing himself to his emotions again, he was slipping back into a place of insecurity.
“If I had to take my best guess, ” Steve leaned against the bathroom counter and crossed his arms over his chest, “Y/N is afraid that she’ll lose her career. She just started working with Bruce, she has this entire experiment and trial that she’s heading up and now she’s pregnant.”
“We would never expect her to-”
“I know. But she doesn’t know that. And given what happened in the last 5 years, what she went through on her own, she probably thinks she’s going to be alone again.”
From the little that you had mumbled through the tears and the exhaustion, Steve got the impression that you were scared that this pregnancy would send your careening off the course that you wanted for yourself.
You were afraid that both Steve and Bucky would expect you to stay home and give up everything to have a child, to have their child. You were scared that all those blood, sweat and tears you shed would be wasted within a year of you getting your dream job.
“We’ll talk to her tomorrow, Bucky.” Steve locked eyes with him, seeing the same fear in Bucky’s eyes, that were in yours. The fear of losing everything, or at the very least, lose something that has been longed for.
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The knock on the door had disrupted the sound of frying pans clinking in the kitchen. Bucky was the one who approached the door and he was the one who greet the woman on the other side was the door was opened.
“Hi May, ” Bucky didn’t flinch or pull away when she leaned in and kissed his cheek.
“Hi, Bucky.” She slid past him with a bottle of wine in one hand and sparkling juice in the other. “Where is she?”
At her question, Steve left the kitchen and appeared in the entranceway with a kitchen towel slung over his shoulder. He crossed his arms over his broad chest, the dark blue button-down he wore crinkling as his arms were folded.
“In the bedroom, ” Steve answered before he nod his head in the direction of the kitchen, “dinner’s almost done.”
“Excellent.” May pressed the bottle of wine into Bucky’s chest and the sparkling juice into Steve’s. “I’ll talk to Y/N.”
May moved throughout their suite until she had come to the closed door that separated her from the room you found solace in. As she stood on the other side, she raised her hand and knocked twice before she slipped into the large and expansive room, spotting you sitting on the bed with your legs crossed and a pillow tucked into your stomach.
“How are you doing, honey?” she stepped to the bed and then crawled on to came lay beside you.
“I’m okay.” Your voice was quiet and shaking, your eyes trained forward and fixated on a picture of your two alpha’s back in the ’40s, back before you and the shit that tore them apart.
“How far along are you?” May asked, stretching out her hand to brush stray hairs behind your ear.
“How did you know?” You asked her your question without answering hers first.
“All the Parker women seem to slip into a panic when they find out they’re pregnant. Your mom nearly skipped the country when she was pregnant with Peter and when she was pregnant with you, she locked your dad out of the house for a week.” May spoke with a fondness, an amusement in her voice.
“My mom tried skipping the country?” You questioned, your vision blurring with the start of tears, the tremble of your lips.
“Your mom purchased a ticket and was in the boarding area before your dad showed up and she changed her mind,” May tilt her head and wiped some a few tears that were rolling down your cheeks, “and the second time your mom was pregnant, your dad allowed her to have her space and got a hotel for the week. When your mom was ready, he returned and brought her favourite food and flowers.”
“We panic, ” you laughed crying heavier, “we try and leave the country.”
“Or lock your alpha out of their own house for a week.” May smiled tenderly.
“It’s not that I’m not excited it’s just…” You covered your face with your hands and laugh-cried into your palms. “God!”
“You’ve sacrificed a lot to get where you are now. You're afraid that everything will turn to dust now that you’re pregnant.” it was as if May could read your mind, it was as if she was in your head. “You’re afraid that by choosing a career or choosing your child, you’ll sacrifice something. You’ll lose a part of yourself.”
You didn’t have to answer, you didn’t have to confirm what she was saying. If you chose your career, would you be labelled a bad mother? Selfish?
If you chose your child, would all your hard work go down the drain?
You wanted both, you wanted to have both. You wanted the career that you have worked your ass off to have and you wanted this child, you wanted this baby because you have always wanted a family however you never pictured it like this.
“I want both, May.” You lowered your hands and rubbed your palms against your knees. “I want to have both and I don’t know if I can.”
May brushed more hair behind your ears in a motherly way. She trailed her fingers down your jawline, only ceasing when another knock on the door interrupted your conversion.
Steve had opened the door and entered enough to look at the two of you, his blue-green eyes cast upon you in concern and caution.
“Dinner’s done,” He announced.
“You’ll be okay.” May kiss your temple before she left the bed, moving toward Steve with direct purpose. Before she passed, she pat Steve’s shoulder and left the two of you again.
“You won’t have to give anything up.” Steve closed the door behind him, slowly moving toward you. “We know how much you’ve sacrificed to get where you are, sweetheart.”
“Steve, ” you shook your head and bit down on your bottom lip, “I don’t want-”
“Doll, ” he took the space your aunt had just occupied, “we have options. If you want to work, I will stay with our baby.”
He reached out and placed his hand against your stomach, spreading his fingertips.
“You would stay home?” your voice was but a whisper.
“If you want to work, you can work. If you want to stay home, then you can.”
You slipped your hand on top of his, feeling a sense of relief settling into your stomach.
“Steve and I, ” Bucky called from the doorframe he was leaning against, “want you to decide. We won’t make you do anything you don’t want to.”
“If I, ” you hesitated, “want to go to work…”
“I’ll stay home with our baby,” Steve rubbed his thumb back and forth against your stomach, “I’ll retire. I’ll stay home and take care of our child.”
“You would?” your vision was blurred again, heavy tears rolling down your cheeks. “You would do that for me?”
“We’d do anything for you, doll.” Bucky approached the bed, coming to sit on the edge.
“You are not alone in this, Y/N.” Steve cupped your cheek with his other hand. “And you don’t have to choose one or the other. You can have both.”
“You can have anything you want.”
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Green Finch and Linnet Bird | Chapter Three
SFW dark!alpha!stucky x omega!reader
Are you discussing or fussing Or simply dreaming? Are you crowing? Are you screaming? - Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street
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Chapter Three Warnings: Nudity, suicide mention, age regression, alcohol mention, alcoholism mention, death mention. @ me, send an ask, or dm me if there's anything I need to add.
"I'll be your good girl."
With those five words, for better or for worse, your fate was sealed.
Steve hummed happily and pressed a kiss into the top of your head. "Don't you worry, sweet pea," he cooed. "Your daddies are going to take great care of you."
The three of you sat there in silence for a moment, then Bucky spoke. "How 'bout you make dinner tonight, Steve? This little one needs a bath, and she'd probably love your famous mac and cheese afterwards."
"Sounds like a plan, Buck. I'll get right on it." Steve pressed another kiss into your hair, then climbed out of the bed with a yawn. You whined at the loss of contact and snuggled deeper into Bucky, making him laugh.
"All right, sweetheart. I've got you." Bucky kissed your forehead, then turned his attention back to Steve. "And call Tony while you're at it. Tell him you're gonna need at least a few days off work to get this one adjusted. And a couple of his best lawyers to get that bitch for giving this one suppressants for six years."
You didn't understand the last part of what Bucky said. It sounded like he was speaking another language, but not one you'd heard before. Steve seemed to understand it, though.
"Will do, Sarge." He gave Bucky the same cheeky salute and lopsided grin he had given you earlier, then ambled out of the room.
"All right," Bucky groaned, pushing himself into a sitting position. "Time to get up, doll." You grumbled something unintelligible and clutched at his shirt, making him laugh again. He pulled away from you and got out of the bed. You whined again, curling in on yourself.
"All right, all right, I hear ya," Bucky grumbled playfully. "Come here." You let out a surprised squeak when he scooped you off the bed and into his arms. "Let's go, kiddo."
Bucky carried you out of the bedroom and through the apartment. You heard Steve's voice coming from another room, probably on that call Bucky had asked him to make. You caught a snatch of his conversation as you passed.
"We've definitely got enough to press charges, maybe even sue- Yeah, 12 years old, it's insane. 18 now, just barely. I know. We're gonna get her checked out tomorrow..."
The sound faded as Bucky carried you into the bathroom and eased the door shut behind you. "Here we are, doll."
You looked around the room and gasped.
Steve and Bucky's bathroom was huge and sparkling-white. The far wall featured a long mirror above a beautiful double vanity with a marble counter. To your right, there was a hot tub sized bathtub and a huge double shower enclosed by glass on all sides. Bucky sat you on the counter, then went over to the ridiculously large tub and started running a bath. You watched him fiddle with the water temperature, then add a sweet-smelling liquid that immediately started filling the tub with blush-pink bubbles. Satisfied with the bath, he left the tub to fill and came back over to you, standing between your knees. He brushed your hips lightly with his fingertips, searching for the hem of your shirt.
"Arms up, doll." Obediently, you raised your arms above your head. Having succeeded in locating the hem of your shirt, Bucky grabbed it and smoothly pulled your shirt up and off, over your head and up your arms, gathering the fabric as he went. He methodically folded the shirt and set it on the counter beside you, then unhooked your bra with skilled fingers and slid it off with equal care. "Put your hands on my shoulders, baby." You did as he said and felt his large hands, one flesh and one metal, come to rest solidly on your waist. "I'm going to lift you down now. Are you ready?" You nodded. "All right, then. Here we go."
He lifted you the way every little girl dreams of being held by a man, the way a strong and handsome dancer playing a prince lifts the fragile, dainty ballerina that plays his princess. You were only in his hands for a brief moment before your toes hit the cold stone tile, but it was a moment that left you breathless.
You didn't take your eyes off of Bucky's face as he continued to undress you. His brows furrowed slightly in concentration as he unbuttoned your jeans and undid the zipper, then slid them over your hips and down your legs. You kept your hands braced on his shoulders as you stepped out of the pants. He folded them and added them to the neat pile of clothing accumulating on the counter, then removed your underwear in the same careful way. Though you stood bare before him, an untouched omega in front of a hungry alpha, his eyes went no lower than your shoulders.
"All right. Bath time, princess." Bucky picked you up like you weighed no more than a toddler. You clung to him like a koala as he carried you to the nearly-full bath, even as he lowered you gently into the water.
The water was pleasantly warm, almost hot but not quite. You closed your eyes, took a deep breath, and finally let go of Bucky to relax into the bubbles, filling your lungs with the sweet scent of roses.
You heard the sound of rustling fabric, then the sound of rippling water, and opened your eyes to see Bucky stepping into the bath. He slid into the water beside you, then settled his arms around your waist, pulling you onto his lap. You nestled into him happily, and he settled his chin in the crook of your neck, breathing deeply. A pleased hum vibrate through his chest. His breath tickled the vulnerable skin above your jugular, instantly making you tense.
A low laugh rumbled through his chest. "Don't worry, omega," he purred. "I'm not going to mark you. Yet."
Bucky's reassurance did little to help you relax. Every muscle in your body was still coiled taut, ready to spring. He chuckled softly. "Oh, sweet thing. You know Steve and I are gonna have to get you off those suppressants before we do anything. We wouldn't want to hurt you, now would we?"
You whimpered. "No, I- I- I don't wanna-"
Bucky shushed you softly. "I know, doll. Everything's real scary right now, but don't you worry your pretty little head. Steve and I are gonna take great care of you." He stroked your hair, gently forcing your head to his bare chest. "I know you have a lot of feelings going on, but right now you need to be a good girl and let daddy give you a bath, okay?"
You whimpered again and tried to pull away from him, despite your hindbrain being thoroughly intoxicated by the Alpha's presence.
"Sweetheart." Bucky's tone was low and dangerous. You squirmed uncomfortably, trying to get away from him as much as your hindbrain would allow. To your dismay and your hindbrain's delight, Bucky's grip on you was hard as iron, leaving you with nowhere to go. "Are you going to be a good little girl for Daddy?" he demanded. "Or am I going to have to make you?"
At the thinly veiled threat in Bucky's words, your hindbrain took over. You froze, trembling, and he hummed his approval. "That's right," he crooned. "That's my good little girl. Sit up a little for me, pumpkin."
You did as he said, still mentally paralyzed by complete and total fear. Bucky grabbed a silver pitcher from the side of the tub and dipped it into the water, then poured it over your hair. The warm water running through your hair and down your back sent pleasant tingles down your spine, making you shiver. Bucky repeated this twice more, making sure your hair was fully saturated, then set the pitcher down and selected a shampoo from the array of products on the edge of the tub. He squeezed a small amount into his hand, then began to work it through your hair with skilled, gentle fingers. The shampoo smelled sweet, like marshmallows, strawberries and springtime.
The combination of the warm water, the lush smells surrounding you, and the firm but tender rhythm of Bucky's fingers massaging your scalp overwhelmed your senses, your pleased hindbrain making you hum with pleasure in spite of the fear running through your rational mind.
The situation was so perfect, just like when you were a child and your mother would sing to you as she washed your hair and gently scrubbed your back. The happy memories of your childhood sang to you with a siren's call, calling you, begging you to come drown in them. You sank gladly into their welcoming embrace, remembering the soft comfort of your mother's touch, her voice. You let the memories of your childhood wash over you like the warm water washed over your skin, forgetting that it was Bucky and not your mother who was rinsing the shampoo out of your hair and replacing it with conditioner, then rinsing that out and gently directing you to adjust your position so that he could run a washcloth over every inch of your skin to wash away the pain of the grueling day you'd had. You went back to that familiar little bathroom in that familiar little house in your hometown, leaving Steve and Bucky's apartment far behind you.
You knew every inch, every texture, every smell of that little house, the way it echoed with your mother's singing as pots and pans bubbled on the stove, the way your father's footsteps made the stairs creak and groan as he walked up to see you in your bedroom, the way the place seemed so hauntingly empty after he died. You remembered how your mother was never the same, how she carried mark after mark from boyfriend after boyfriend but never took the suppressants she gave you so religiously, despite drunkenly preaching the evils of alphas after every miserable breakup. You remembered how she'd cried a few months ago, apologizing over and over again for missing all those concerts and games and awards ceremonies and opening nights. She offered you a gift, a week in New York City, a way to start repaying all the emotional debt she owed you. She had hoped that this week in New York would be a fresh start, a way for both of you to relearn how to be mother and daughter. This trip was a peace offering, and you'd accepted it gladly.
It'd been so long since you heard your mother sing.
Maybe this trip would help her learn how again.
And then you'd gone to Central Park on your first day in town and you'd run into these two and-
You sat up with a gasp, making water slosh over the edge of the tub in your haste.
Bucky sat up as well, putting a hand on your shoulder. "You're all right, sweetheart." Though Bucky tried to reassure you, you could hear the worry in his words. "You're safe, okay? You're right here with me. You're safe. There's nothing to worry about"
"Bucky, you don't- She's alone. She's alone, in her hotel room, and she doesn't know where I am, and the whiskey- There's so much whiskey, Bucky..."
Bucky let out a sigh and shook his head in relief. "You're mother's gonna be just fine, doll. We sent her the claim notice. She knows what happened to you. You don't have to worry about that. Steve and I took care of it while you were sleeping."
You turned to face Bucky, eyes sparkling with tears. "You don't understand, Bucky," you whispered. "She stopped taking her meds and- and she's on the 20th floor and-"
Bucky's eyes widened as you choked back a sob. He cursed under his breath and climbed out of the bath, grabbing a towel and rapidly beginning to dry himself off. "I need her full legal name, the hotel, and her room number," he ordered curtly. You told him, voice shaking.
He finished drying himself off and wrapped the towel around his waist as he walked out of the room, turning in the doorway to give you a look as hard as iron. "Stay. Here." You nodded, trying quell the rising panic in your chest, and watched him walk out, practically slamming the door shut behind him.
You retreated into the far corner of the tub and curled into a ball, resting your chin on your knees as you began to cry.
I'm sorry, Mom. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please don't die.
Please, God, don't let her die.
Slowly, you began to rock, back and forth, back and forth, the water sloshing and rippling in time with your movements. The scent of strawberries and roses seemed heavier now, thick and cloying instead of softly sweet, threatening to choke you with every breath you took. The water hadn't lost all of its heat yet, and yet goosebumps were already starting to cover your skin. You shivered. When did this bathroom get so cold?
You curled in tighter on yourself, trying to stay warm, losing yourself to the thoughts that rushed through your mind in time with your rocking and the splashing of the water on the side of the tub.
Back and forth.
I'm sorry, Mom.
Back.
I'm sorry.
Forward.
I'm sorry.
Back.
Please.
Forward.
Don't do it.
Back.
Please, God.
Forward.
Don't let her die.
You sat there, curled up, alone, rocking for an eternity and then some, back and forth and please and sorry and back and God and forth and please and back and mom and forth and mom back MOM forth MOM splash MOM waves MOM, over and over again until water crashed over the side of the tub and your mind was screaming, crying, scream-thinking MOM MOM PLEASE MOM DON'T MOM PLEASE SORRY LIVE PLEASE MOM DON'T PLEASE I'M SORRY, the words thudding against the inside of your skull again and again and again, rocking forward-back forward-back forward-back faster faster faster faster until you heard the bathroom door banging open and jolted back into reality, the sound throwing you back into your body with so much force it left you gasping for air.
"Shit!" Bucky slammed the door shut and rushed over to you, reaching into the tub. You scrambled away from him, but he was only opening the drain so that the water could start draining. His taut expression softened when he saw how scared you were, the tear tracks on your face, how you flinched every time he moved.
"It's all right, princess." He lowered his voice to that deep, soothing tone unique to alphas, the one your hindbrain was programmed to respond to, the one that made your heart flutter despite your terror. "I'm here now. Your mom is gonna be just fine, sweetheart. It's gonna be okay. I'm here now, I've got you. You're all right, baby. Come here." Though you felt drawn to him as if by a magnet, you made no move to go to him. You simply looked at him fearfully, breaking his heart with those wide, tear-filled eyes.
"Oh, sugar..." he murmured, stepping into the ankle-deep water. He walked toward you with all the slowness and deliberateness needed to approach a frightened animal, one hand held out in front of him, palm facing you. Though you were trembling and wide-eyed, you made no move to escape as he drew near. At long last, he was close enough to touch you. "Come on, sweetheart," he said softly. "Let me take care of you."
He reached down and grasped you under the arms, meeting no resistance from you as he picked you up and drew you to his chest. His touch drew a fresh wave of sadness from the depths of your soul, and you wrapped your arms around his neck as it washed over you, clinging to him like he was life itself. You let out a hiccuping sob and buried your face in his shoulder, taking in his scent with deep, shuddering breaths. You needed him. You craved him.
You were numb and compliant as he silently dried you, rubbed lotion over your skin, and dressed you in soft, baby-blue pajamas that somehow fit you perfectly. The shirt was emblazoned with a large image of the star-and-circle insignia that graced the front of Steve's shield; the pants were polka-dotted with the same iconic symbol. The pajamas gave you the surprisingly pleasant feeling of being a little kid again, like you were a child proudly bearing the symbol of their favorite larger-than-life superhero.
Your thumb traced a circle around one of the shields that dotted your legs, outlining the image that symbolized freedom, justice, and bravery to every kid in America. The mark of the man that had kidnapped you. Legally kidnapped you, albeit, but kidnapped you nonetheless.
But was that really so bad?
"I know, sweetheart."
You glanced up, startled out of your reverie by Bucky's soft words. His eyes met yours with a gaze that was tender and sincere.
"You'll get used to it." He reached up and brushed a stray hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear, then cupped your face in his hand, softly tracing your cheekbone with his thumb. "I know it's hard right now. But it'll get easier with time." He gave you a long, searching look, eyes roving over every inch of your face. "You've been so alone for so long," he murmured. "But you're not alone anymore, sweetheart. Steve and I are with you now. Everything's gonna be all right." He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to him, pressing his lips to your forehead as you melted into his embrace.
He simply held you, stroking your back, letting you simply be with him the way you so desperately needed to. Your hindbrain crowed in triumph.
Eventually, your breathing calmed. Your heart rate slowed. You truly relaxed for the first time since he had left you to deal with your mother.
Bucky made a pleased sound into your hair, then moved his mouth close to your ear, breath ghosting over your skin.
"It's gonna be alright, little girl," he whispered softly. "You're finally home."
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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.
“Baby please-“
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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Green Finch and Linnet Bird | Chapter 2
SFW dark!alpha!stucky x omega!reader
"My cage has many rooms, damask and dark Nothing there sings, not even my lark..." - Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street
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Chapter 2 warnings: age regression (not sexual, dubious consent), bondage (not sexual), abuse mention. @ me in the replies or reblogs if I need to add any more.
Your eyes flew open.
You were spread-eagle on a large bed, wrists and and ankles in leather cuffs, a ball gag in your mouth, looking up at a plain white ceiling.
“Hey, there she is,” someone cooed.
You turned your head to see a man with shoulder-length brown hair sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at you.
“Hi there, doll. Sleep well?”
It was one of the men who had kidnapped you. Bucky, the other one had called him.
You tried to get away from him, but quickly found that your limbs were chained to bed’s four corners, leaving you only about an inch to move in any direction. You tried to move again, pulling harder against the restraints this time. Still, nothing.
“Hey, hey, hey. It’s okay.” Bucky said. “It’s okay, we’re not gonna hurt you. It’s okay.”
Yeah, right. Whatever they were going to do to you, you weren’t gonna make it easy for them, despite the strong alpha scent intoxicating your hindbrain.
You thrashed against the restraints, fighting as hard as you could in the hopes that something, somewhere, would give way and you could escape.
"Whoa, calm down, sweetheart." Bucky urged, trying to soothe you. "We're gonna get these off you, okay?"
You didn't stop struggling. "Steve!" Bucky called.
"Coming," Steve answered from across the room. Bucky turned his attention back to you.
"Steve and I are gonna take all these off, but you need to stay still, okay?" His hand hovered above your head, waiting for you to calm down.
Steve came striding into view, standing at the foot of the bed. "What's going on, Buck?"
"I'm trying to get the restraints off, but she won't stay still long enough to let me do it."
Steve sighed. "Sweetheart, we only had to restrain you so you didn't hurt yourself when you woke up," he said reproachfully. "You need to control yourself so we can get these off of you, or you're gonna have to stay there all night."
Realizing you had no other choice than to obey your captors, you reluctantly stopped struggling and simply lay there, trembling, unable to do anything but wait for the horrors to come.
"There we go," said Bucky quietly. "Steve, get her legs, would you?"
"On it." Steve began to take the cuffs of your ankles as Bucky unbuckled your gag.
"Let's get this off you, doll." Bucky slid the ball gag out from between your teeth and set it on the bedside table. You worked your aching jaw as Bucky started taking the cuffs off of your wrists.
In a matter of moments, you were free. You rubbed your sore wrists, glad to be able to move again.
"Can you sit up for us, sweetheart?" Bucky asked. You nodded and pushed yourself up into a sitting position. "Go ahead and scoot back, baby." You did as he said and found that he had propped up some pillows to support your back. You relaxed into them gratefully.
"Can you drink for me?" Bucky offered you a clear plastic tumbler with a straw, filled with an unidentifiable dark yellow liquid. You went to take it from him without really looking at it, but flinched and pulled your hand away when you touched metal where you expected to feel Bucky's hand.
You stared at him, really looking at him for the first time. He looked mostly normal, but for the first time you realized that his entire left arm was made of metal, the flesh replaced by a gunmetal grey prosthetic shot through with gold.
"Your arm..." you said hesitantly, not wanting to anger him. To your relief, he simply gave you an amused grin.
"Yep." He rapped on it with his normal hand. The metal rang dully as his knuckles struck it. "100% vibranium."
Suddenly, everything clicked into place.
A metal arm. Vibranium, no less. You went pale, realizing why they'd been able to pin you as an omega despite your use of suppressants. Supersoldiers, the media called them.
You'd seen these men's faces a thousand times before. On tv. In the news. In magazines. On social media.
Steve and Bucky.
Steve Rogers and James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes.
Captain America and the Winter Soldier.
"You're the Winter Soldier," you stated.
"Sure am."
"And you..." You glanced at Steve. "You're Captain America."
Steve grinned and gave you a lazy salute. "At your service, ma'am."
"What on arth do you want with me?" you whispered.
Bucky closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Obviously, his patience was wearing thin. "We'll explain things later, doll. Right now, we really need you to drink this. You need to boost your electrolytes and blood sugar after that shot we had to give you."
You didn't make any move to take the tumbler from Bucky's hands. "Sweetheart, it's just apple juice," Steve said, exasperated. "I'm sorry we had to inject you before, but we didn't do anything to this, I promise." You still sat there, distrustful, eyes flicking between Bucky and Steve.
Bucky sighed. "Look, hon. I'll drink it myself." He raised the cup to his lips. You watched the juice shoot up the straw, the level of juice in the cup lowering slightly as he took a few sips and swallowed. He finished and held the cup out to you. "Will you drink now?"
Warily, you took the cup from him and took a sip.
You hadn't realized how dry your mouth was until the cool, sweet apple juice hit your tongue. You eagerly gulped the juice down. Bucky chuckled and Steve's smile widened as they watched you.
"Feel better?" Steve asked cheekily, one eyebrow quirked up.
You nodded.
"Good," said Bucky. "Well, I would say we owe you an explanation, but I think you already know why you're here with us."
You pursed your lips. The law said that any Alpha that wanted you could have you, first come first serve. It meant that Bucky was right: You knew that it was perfectly legal for Steve and Bucky to take you, but it still pissed you off. "Yeah, I understand," you said, "But it's far from right."
"It's for your own good, you know," Bucky said pointedly. "It's a law for a reason."
"It's a stupid law. And taking suppressants is supposed to be a workaround." You glared at Bucky. "But apparently, not to you."
Bucky didn't take the bait and react to your provocation. He just looked at you with that intense stare of his, holding your gaze until it made you uncomfortable. You looked away.
"Speaking of suppressants," Steve said, "The law also says that an omega under the age of 21 can't take suppressants unless they're prescribed by a doctor." He held up the bottle of over-the-counter suppressants that you carried with you everywhere. "Mind explaining what these were doing in your purse?"
You rolled your eyes. "My mom buys them for me so I don't have to worry about any rogue alphas getting too handsy. And it worked, too." You sighed flippantly. "At least, it did, until I ran into you."
Bucky's eyes widened. "How long have you been on them?" he asked sharply.
"Since i was a kid."
"Shit!" Bucky swore and looked at Steve, who had gone pale.
"What?" you demanded.
Bucky pressed a hand to his temple and groaned. "Steve- please, I can't..." He waved a hand in Steve's general direction. "I can't deal with this the right way."
You looked at Steve, fear gnawing at the pit of your stomach. "Deal with what?"
Steve sighed and came to sit on the edge of the bed opposite Bucky. "You obviously know what the Omega Protection Act is."
"Yeah. What about it?"
"Do you know why the OPA bans underage omegas from taking over-the-counter suppressants?"
You scoffed. "Of course I do. My mom told me. It makes sure alphas can get their hands on omegas as young as possible, just like every damn law that they pass for our 'protection'." You accentuated the last word with air quotes, tone dripping with sarcasm.
Steve swallowed, hard, and looked you dead in the eyes. "That's... that's not the reason, y/n."
"Then what is it?"
"Taking suppressants before their first heat can seriously damage an omega's reproductive system," he said quietly. "Permanently."
The color drained from your face. You desperately searched Steve's expression for any sign of deception, but found only sad sympathy.
"That can't be true," you whispered. Hot tears stung your eyes.
"I'm sorry," Steve said softly.
You turned to the other man. "Bucky," you said desperately. "Please, Bucky, that can't be the whole story. There's gotta be something else you're not telling me. My mom wouldn't... she's given them to me since I was twelve, she wouldn't do that if it were dangerous!"
Bucky shook his head slowly. "Steve told you the truth, doll."
"No, that's- that's not possible!" you insisted. "My mom wouldn't do something that could hurt me like that, she-" You choked back a sob. "I thought she loved me."
With that final sentence, the dam burst. The tears you had been trying so hard to hold back cascaded down your face in sparkling waterfalls.
In a matter of moments, your world had turned upside down.
Nothing would be the same ever again.
"Oh, baby," Bucky said, voice low and honey-sweet. "Come here."
He held out open arms to you and you hurled yourself into them, throwing your arms around his neck and burying your face in his shoulder. Bucky smelled like forests and alcohol, like wind and wood, like sitting around a campfire and looking at the stars with the person you loved. The scent was heavy and intoxicating, making your hindbrain thrum and come to life.
Love him, it said. Love him and please him and do as he says, be good-obedient-submissive and be his forever.
No, you answered firmly. He kidnapped us. He's not our Alpha. We are getting through this and then we are going home.
We don't have a home anymore, it reminded you softly.
We don't have a home.
You ignored your hindbrain as best you could. Finding yourself an alpha had never mattered to you, and it still didn't. Being a good little omega for Steve and Bucky didn't matter to you, you reminded yourself. What mattered was making it through the now.
Bucky wrapped you in a firm embrace and pulled you to him, rubbing your back gently. He stood up, lifting you carefully as he rose, keeping you safe and sound as you cried into his shoulder.
"Steve," he said, "Can you please pull the covers back?"
"Sure." You heard the sound of fabric rustling, then were once again laid down on Bucky and Steve's soft bed. But this time, Bucky and Steve crawled under the covers beside you, Bucky pulling you to his chest, Steve acting as your big spoon.
You buried your face in Bucky's t-shirt. He caressed your head with his metal hand, running his fingers through your hair with a gentle, steady rhythm. Steve rubbed up and down your arm, his touch firm but tender. Neither man spoke. They simply held you as you cried, letting you release all the pain and heartbreak of realizing that your own mother had never truly had your best interests at heart.
Your hindbrain hummed contentedly, happy to be in the presence of two perfect, loving alphas. It was doing what it did best- rewarding you for being a good little omega and cuddling up with a big, strong alpha.
It felt good. It felt right.
And for once, you didn't fight it.
The three of you stayed like that, entwined in that perfect embrace, until your loud, tearful sobs dwindled to quiet, shuddering breaths. After a long while, you lifted your head out of Bucky's shirt, once again ready to face the world.
"Hey there." Bucky said softly. "Feeling better?"
"Yes," you mumbled Somehow, your thumb had found its way into your mouth. “Thanks, Daddy.”
“Daddy?” Steve's voice, lightly teasing.
You flushed with horrified embarrassment as you realized what had just slipped out of your mouth. “Oh! I- I’m sorry, I-”
Bucky interrupted you gently. "It's okay, sweetheart." he soothed, caressing you. "You're our little girl now, and we're gonna take good care of you."
"You're gonna be a good little girl for us, aren't you?" Steve cooed.
You hesitated, but your hindbrain was insistent. Do it. Do as he says. Be good-kind-sweet-little and let them take care of you.
Be their good little girl.
Mentally and emotionally exhausted, you gave in.
"Yes, Daddy." you said softly. "I'll be your good girl."
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Everything Has Changed: Part 12
A/N: Smut in this chapter. Please don’t read if you’re not comfortable reading smut
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The door smacked against the wall with a heavy thud, the knob threatening to crack the drywall, though neither one of you was too worried about the damage it may have caused. Steve held you firmly in his arms, able to balance you by his hands cupping your ass alone, freeing you to tug on the hairs at the back of his neck while your lips were attached.
The garnished passion between you two was rising exponentially, the warmth in your belly growing with intensity as Steve took one step and then another toward the bedroom in his suite. There were no words that had to be said, the action alone spoke volume.
Your date had went incredibly well, with the two of you enjoying the aquarium to yourselves. You would tell Steve stories about your parents, what they would teach you whenever they brought you here, how scared you were to touch the sting ray as a child, pushing Peter into a shallow touchable exhibit.
You ended the aquarium portion of the date with the taste of wine on your tongue and Steve’s hands teasing your flesh with the simple strokes of his thumb back and forth.
“Steve,” you moaned his name when he dropped you onto the massive and luxurious bed, your head hitting the pillow in the centre at the top, “I want you to mark me.”
The look in his blue-green eyes was breathtaking and exhilarating, it had sent an electric shock straight through you to the apex between your thighs.
If you weren’t wet before, if you weren’t soaking wet and completely drenched, then the look on Steve’s face now would’ve done it.
The look on his face and the way his lips were tugged into a smirk, the way his dress shirt hugged his biceps and his chest, accentuated the strength in his shoulders, all added to the causality of you being so damn horny snd ready for the alpha in the room.
You felt like prey, trapped against the bed by his stare alone, by his sheer will alone. It was as if there invisible cuffs or ties keeping you held down, available for him to consume.
“Do you, omega?” He teased, trailing his hand against the bed, his fingertips barely grazing against your body as he spoke, his eyes raking you up and down. “What do you want?”
You were trapped in your own throat, unable to breathe let alone garner the ability to speak. You were already at an all time high, already getting driven to the point of no return and you weren’t even undressed.
“I want you,” your voice was a whine as your fingers moved to the straps of your dress, slowly pulling the soft material down your shoulders.
“I know you do.” Steve hovered over you, helping you pull your straps down your shoulders, however he hadn’t stopped there. He grabbed the front of your dress and gave it a quick tug, pulling the neckline of the dress down over your strapless bra and even further yet to your stomach. As you lay partially exposed, your chest rose and fell quickly, your nipples hardening under his gaze and his fingertips as he stroked your peaks through your bra. He tweaked and lightly pulled at your hard numb through the material of your bra, luring whines and moans from your mouth.
“Poor ‘mega.” Steve crooned, slipping his hand behind your back, grabbing the back straps of your bra and effortlessly twisting it to unhook the eyes, allowed the bra to fall free. As it fell, it was removed and tossed aside, before he descended upon you and graced your body with his tongue.
The first stroke of his tongue on your hardened nipple had ripped another rhythmic set of whines and moans at the pleasure he was giving you. Your back arched and your hands flew to his shoulders, fingers digging into him as you pulled him closer.
When you had slept with Bucky, it was heat and rut fevered that begged for ruthlessness to cut through the fire that would consume you both.
This was another fire that was burning hot, however this wasn’t as all consuming and smothering.
“Steve,” you lift your hips and rubbed your thighs together, the baser part of you begging internally to be filled, “I need you.”
He pulled his mouth off your nipple with a loud pop, small saliva beads rolling down his chin. He lift his hand and wiped the saliva from his chin, and drew his attention further down your body to your thighs where you were rubbing your thighs together.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart.” Steve grabbed the right and left side of your dress and slowly shimmied it down your stomach, hips and thighs, tossing it behind him haphazardly as it slipped from your legs.
With yourself almost completely bare, it had only made sense for Steve to start kissing a trail down from your collar bone, between the valley of your breasts and to the start of your abdomen.
As his lips met your stomach, butterflies burst in your belly as you were hit with new overwhelming sensations that extended beyond just lust and eroticism. These new sensations that grappled with the deeply intensive feelings of future love and future commitment.
The gentleness behind this act of affection was all Steve Rogers; the man stealing your breath and your heart. And every stroke of his plump lips against your goosebump flesh was another mewl, another vocal sound of your pleasant approval.
“You’re gorgeous, Y/N.” his fingertips stroked your hip bones, in time with his kisses to your stomach. Every softly spoken word was matched with soft touches that furthered you toward a place of inescapable want and need.
“Please,” you whimpered, reaching for Steve’s idle hand, “please I’m going…I need…”
He slipped his hand off your hip and placed a finger against your lips, quieting your whimpers and your pleas. After a moment, he shifted his position on the bed before he slid a hand between your thighs and gently spread your legs.
His arms quickly became the borders in which you were trapped, his blue-green eyes holding you captive. He was a man of pure muscle, a man of such strength and capabilities who had shown such mercy and tenderness. He was an alpha who was in the top tier, along with Bucky, yet he had shown you such gentleness.
Both of them had.
“I’ll give you what you need.” Steve lowered himself down, releasing you from the barricade of his arms. “I know what you need.”
He started another trail of his lips on your abdomen, only this trail had extended down past your belly button to your inner thighs. Steve had quickly hooked his hand around your thighs to yank you closer while simultaneously keeping your legs spread.
He dipped his head and nipped at the skin of your inner thighs, bringing another round of shiver and shudders. You had shift from one to the other, then you were hit with the immense feeling of Steve’s tongue brushing against your dripping, throbbing pussy lips.
Your hands shot to the sheets to grab them with all your light, your head thrown back as strangled shrieks left your throat. He had simply lapped at your swollen lips like a dog taking to water, yet you were losing your mind.
Such a simple act shouldn’t have warranted such a reaction, however Steve was talented with his tongue.
He had so easily lapped at your juices and played with your clit like it was his second nature, like he had been an expert all his life.
“Steve!” You shrieked, bucking your hips against his mouth, nearly grinding your cunt against his face as your internal pleasure well was about to overflow. “Shiiit!”
He held you down and changed his tactic, using his tongue lick and lap at your clit while two of his fingers slipped inside your awaiting cunt.
He was driving the heat in your belly, your pleasure further than it had ever been, save for when you were with Bucky. Ever higher he pushed, ever more he demanded until…
“Fuck!” You grit your teeth and arched your back, the sound of your orgasm bouncing off the walls of his room. It was a tidal wave of ethereal pleasure that made your mind go blank and your eyes water from the intensity.
“Keep riding that high.” Steve had kissed you passionately, mumbling against your lips while he pushed the head of his thick, seeping coco into your cunt.
You weren’t aware of when or how he had removed his clothes so quickly, and it don’t matter.
You were split apart by one of your alpha’s his thick, being cock stretching you just as Bucky had. Only, given the circumstances, Steve was being more tender than Bucky because you weren’t in your heat and he wasn’t in his rut.
“Feel good?” He questioned, whispering in your ear as he pushed his cock further into your pussy. When he had bottomed out, you were sure the tip of his cock had touched your cervix, the seeping tip twitching in your heat.
“God,” you groaned and pushed your hips toward him, “yes! It feel so good!”
His thrusts started slow, his intentions to take his time with you. However, when you had hooked a leg around his waist Steve’s thrusts had picked up.
He fucked against you, he filled you with his cock only to pull out snd slam back into you. It was pleasurable, viscous cycle that left you with no other thought process other than how good you felt.
“I’m going to mark you,” Steve grunt into your neck, “I’m going to mark you as my little omega.”
His lips grazed against the portion of your neck that had yet to be marked. With his kisses becoming more like hips, you turned your head to the side to give him more access.
“I’m ready.” You spoke your confirmation.
Steve pulled out and slammed back in again, drawing small squeaky noises from your lips. “Please just-“
A startled scream drowned out the sound of the bed creaking, causing Steve to double down.
He had bit you and marked you as his, the act that would seal you completely to Steve and Bucky.
“Good girl,” Steve whispered into your ear, “good omega. You’re so good.”
He whispered and spoke endless affirmations and words of love and affection, while came again on his cock.
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leosmeditations · a month ago
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Green Finch and Linnet Bird - Chapter 1
SFW dark!alpha!stucky x omega!reader
Green finch and linnet bird, Nightingale, blackbird, How is it you sing? -Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street
In a society where any alone, unmarked omega is fair game, Reader takes suppressants to avoid the danger of catching an alpha's eyes. But what happens when she encounters two alphas with the ability to see past her deception?
Warnings: fem reader, kidnapping, injection, drugging, needles
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"Do you smell that?" Bucky said.
He and Steve were at the Tisch Children's Zoo, petting the goats. The Central Park zoo had been a favorite haunt of theirs since they were young, and they still frequented the place as adults; both found the petting zoo extremely therapeutic.
"What, the goats?" said Steve.
"No." Bucky had slipped into an unrecognizable language, speaking in a code that only he and Steve knew. "Omega."
Steve lifted his head, alert, and inhaled deeply, scanning the crowd. Sure enough, the faint but unmistakable scent of an omega filled his nostrils. "You're right," he replied. "But where..."
He trailed off as he followed Bucky's gaze to a small girl, only about seventeen or eighteen. She was feeding a goat only a few feet away from where Steve and Bucky stood.
"I don't know, Buck. It's awfully faint. Could have just rubbed off from a sibling or parent."
Bucky shook his head. "It's her, all right. She's on suppressants. That's what gives it that unusual undertone, that chemical, almost metallic tang. I'd know that smell anywhere. Explains why it's so faint, too."
The girl continued to pet the goat, unaware of the two supersoldiers watching her. Steve looked at her with interest, drinking in every facet of her appearance.
"She's unmarked."
Steve's eyes snapped back to Bucky, only to be met with the man's piercingly level stare. Steve stared back. "She's unmarked? But- You can't mean-"
Bucky cut him off. "I do, Steve." His gaze didn't waver. "She's the one."
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You didn't notice the two alphas observing you at the petting zoo. You didn't see them follow you and your mother as she dragged you down the Mall. You didn't recognize them in the crowd at Belvedere Castle, didn't bat an eye at the bell that chimed when they entered the castle's gift shop. In fact, you were completely unaware of their existence until after your mother had abandoned you at the stuffed animal shelves, leaving you in order to inspect the store's more grown-up wares.
Almost the moment she was out of sight, the blonde man bumped into you, hard enough to make you drop the plush you were considering. The stuffed bird hit the floor at just the right angle to activate its voice box, and promptly started singing.
Before you could react with more than a squeaked-out "Sorry!", the stranger had retrieved the bird from the floor.
"Sorry about that." He held out the stuffed animal to you. "No need to apologize. I bumped into you, not the other way around."
You reddened. "No, I was the one in your way. It's fine." You accepted the stuffed animal from his outstretched arm. "Thanks."
"No problem." He leaned against the shelves, considering you.
Was it your imagination, or was his gaze almost predatory?
You could smell the alpha on him, could've smelled it from across the store with how strong it was, and the scent put you on edge by design. Mentally, you reassured yourself that you were safe.
You're on suppressants. He has no idea what you are.
You'll be fine.
"Barn swallow, huh?" He nodded towards the plush bird, now clutched to your chest.
You nodded. "Yeah."
"I'd recommend the stuffed pigeon, myself," the man said. "More 'New York', especially for someone who's not used to the big city."
You looked at him quizzically. "How did you-?"
He chuckled. "You live here long enough, and you can spot a tourist from a mile away. No matter how much someone's traveled, there's nothing that can prepare them for good old NYC."
You blushed. "Is it that obvious?"
"Yeah, but don't worry about it. Nothing to be ashamed of." He smiled at you again, letting you know he wasn't making fun of you. "This city lives and breathes tourism. We'd be broke without you."
Hesitantly, you smiled back at him.
"Now, if I was a tourist in a Central Park gift shop," he continued, "I would be looking for a postcard."
"A postcard?" you said, surprised.
"Oh, absolutely," he replied. "Here, I'll show you."
He walked to the postcard display in one corner of the shop, with you following close behind. "The best part of the city is the views, and the best way to remember them is a postcard. Look." He gestured to the racks of postcards, full of beautiful pictures of Central Park and the city that sprawled around it. "You would be hard pressed to get any of these shots on your own. But if you buy a postcard, you get a top-of-the-line photograph of the city, and for only a couple bucks."
"Huh. I never thought about it like that." You stepped closer to the display and selected a postcard with a beautiful picture of Belvedere Castle, examining the photograph.
"Good choice, doll," someone purred.
It was a new voice, one you didn't recognize. You blanched and stumbled backwards, only to be met with what felt like a solid wall.
You looked up to see that you had backed straight into the chest of a devilishly handsome, dark haired man who absolutely radiated Alpha scent. He looked down at you and raised his eyebrows. "Where do you think you're going, Omega?"
No.
It's impossible.
Bile rose in your throat. You turned to get away from him, only to be met by the blonde man solidly blocking your only exit.
Somehow, two alphas had discovered your secret. And now they had you cornered.
You were screwed.
"Let me go," you said, in as forceful a tone as you could muster.
The blonde man sighed. "I'm afraid I can't do that, princess. You know the law." He looked at you sympathetically. "You're gonna need to come with us."
You glared at him and didn't move.
"Don't make this harder than it needs to be, doll," the other man drawled, sounding almost bored. He stood there casually, arms crossed, regarding you impassively.
"I'll do whatever the hell I want," you spat. "Move."
The brunette tutted reproachfully. "That wasn't very nice, Omega. Where are your manners?"
Oh, fuck him. You gritted your teeth, fuming, fighting the biological instincts that would have you willingly follow these two men out of the shop like a lost puppy. Damn your hindbrain. It was telling you to go with them, do as they said, despite how obviously insane that would be.
You knew better than to listen to the call of your biology. Despite how ingrained it was into your society, you'd heard the horror stories. It was a lesson your mother had drilled into your head over and over again: Never, never trust an alpha.
The three of you stood there, in stalemate. You had nowhere to go, and these men obviously weren't going to leave you alone anytime soon.
You were going to have to get out of this situation yourself.
There postcards were on two rotating racks with a slight gap between them, just big enough for you to squeeze through. If you darted between them and pushed the racks over behind you, the racks would fall into the two men when they tried to follow you, buying you enough time to get somewhere safe. Locking yourself in the bathroom would probably work. It would at least give you enough time to call your mom and get her to come help you.
Something in your expression must have given away your planning. The brunette man shifted his stance, standing up straighter, ready for action. "Don't try anything, doll," he warned.
Hah. Like that was going to stop you.
You darted towards the two racks, but the blonde man's arms instantly shot out and grabbed you. One hand twisted your arms behind your back and pulled you to him, face-first. The other hand pressed your face to his chest, his body muffling any noises you might try to make.
"You got her, Steve?" the brunette asked.
"Yep." the blonde one, Steve, answered. His grip was like iron, completely immobilizing your entire upper body. The only thing you could have possibly done to defend yourself was a weak kick at Steve's ankles, but adrenaline had already taken over your mind.
We say that when a person or animal is afraid, they go into flight-or-fight mode, either fleeing or attacking the thing they fear. But some say that there are other ways humans respond to fear. Instead of fight or flight, it is more accurate to say that we have four options: flight, fight, fawn, and freeze. When fight and flight are no longer options, humans either fawn over their attacker, in an attempt to placate them, or simply freeze, unable to respond.
The second Steve had grabbed you, you froze like a deer in the face of a speeding car. And it was at that moment when you lost all possible hope of escape.
"You got it ready, Bucky?" Steve asked, still holding you firm.
"Right here," the other man said. You heard him walk towards you, shuddering when you felt his hot breath on the back of your neck. You gasped when you felt the sharp prick of a needle in the side of your neck and the sting of something being injected into you.
"Don't worry, doll," the man behind you murmured. "Everything's going to be alright."
And then everything went black.
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based of this anon. I decided to make this a/b/o dynamic, I’ve been binge reading other stucky fanfics and dear lord i’m in love with the whole concept.
For: @spookyparadisesheep
Paring: alpha!stucky x omega!reader
Rating: a little angst, lot’s of fluff :)
Summary: Bucky and Steve are having a rough day, but you’re always there to make it better.
Everytime you made your rounds around the compound, Steve and Bucky were either sulking in the corning, hitting the punching bags, or locking themselves in their rooms. As one of the only omegas in the compiund, you always felt the responsibility of making everyone feel better. Escpecially if it was your favorite pair of alphas.
You weren’t claimed by anyone, but you wished you were. When you met Steve, you could feel the bond immedietly, you could sense his sadness, the weight on his shoulders. You vowed that, even know he’s never claimed you, you would act as his omega, take care of him, make sure he ate anf got sleep. And then you met Bucky. He didn’t let you in right away. You always had quiet conversations while you made him coffee. Or making sure he was okay after a mission. Overal, you showed him the kindness and loved he’d been missing over the years, and you made sure he knew he was worthy of it all. The bond between you and Bucky wasn’t immediate, but grew overtime. You felt the same fuzzy, warm, safe feeling you felt with Steve, you just hoped they both felt it too. 
They both had a bad habit of putting the past, present, and future on their shoulders. Steve, he-he loved being Captain America- he loved saving lifes. Sometimes it was hard to maintain a happy image when you didn’t feel it inside. Or when, you save a whole city of people, but made more distruction in the process, didn’t feel very “hero” to him.
You walked around until you found him. He sat, perched by a window, watching the world go by. Books were sat out in front of him, untouched. “Steve?” You said cautiously, careful not to startled him. He whipped his head up towards you and gave you a sad smile. 
“Hi m’ega” his Brooklynn accent came out. You walked over to him, and crouched down so you were level with his knees. You grabbed his hands and whispered, “Hi alpha” You brought his hands up to your lips, and gave his knuckles a soft kiss. He took his hand out and slipped it onto your cheek. You leaned into his embrace, trying to bring him some comfort.
An idea popped into your head, “come on alpha” you said before you tugged Steve up and led him to your room.
The minute Steve walked in he was hit with your scent. Allyour omega phermones, oranges, coffee, and lavender. he’s always smelled your scent but, why did it suddenly smell so good? Why did he want to suddenly tuck you away from the world and hold you close?
You led Steve to the bed, and handed him the remote to the TV. “Here, pick a movie, get comfy, and I’ll be right back, k?” He simply nodded and watched you walk out the door. 
LIke you said, they both had issues. Bucky was just-a little more complicated. H eloved Steve, he really did, he was his famiy but uh- he never told him everything. He didn’t want to burden Steve with his shit, when he knew Steve was already struggling with his own. 
You knew that Bucky struggled with his past and was plagued with nightmares. Thats why he always kept everyone at a distance. He was constantly reminded of his past self, the killing, the distruction- everything. He never slept, he never spoke, he just went on missions and prayed, that he wouldn’t loose control. He wanted all your comfort, you could sense it, he wanted to feel the love that constantly radiated from you. But always kept you at arms length. He alwasy felt like your alpha, always keep an eye on you, making sure you were never put in harms way. He longed to be your alpha but, he thought you were in love with Steve.
When you found Bucky, he was laying on the living room floor, facing the away from everyone. That was odd? 
“Bubba? What’re you doing?” You asked gently. You always spoke to Bucky in a calm tone, knowing it put him at ease.
“Just thinkin.” He said with a shrug. “What’re you doing omega?” He questioned as he watched you move so you payed next to him, a arm draped over his torso. He snuggled into your neck, as he pulled you into his body. This was new contact for you both, but you were glad he felt relaxed enough to let you.
“Alpha? C’mon, get up” The alpha only hummed in content. Bucky stayed put and inhaled your scent.  Unbeknown to you, he always found your scent calming, every chance he got he tried to scent you.
“Hey, c’mon bubs, you gotta get up” He groaned.
“But mega why-“ God, he was stubborn
“Just- get up please” He pulled his head away from your neck and he saw you peering at him with those big, y/e/c, puppy dog eyes. How could he resist?
“Alright mega, you win” you smiled at his annoyance.
Once again, you led the alpha straight to your room. When you walked in, Steve wasn’t surprised to see Bucky, but Bucky was surprised. He didn’t understand what was happening, he was to distracting but your scent. How everything in the room smelled of you. He wanted to stay here and put his scent every where so every time you walked in, you smelled the scents mixed together.
You pulled back the covers and gestured for Bucky to sit next to you. Steve was on the other side, ready to push play on the movie. You all lay awkwardly on the bed, not knowing if you should get close, or keep your distance. Thoughts were broken when Bucky spoke up,
“Doll-“ he gulped, “why am I here? I mean clearly you wanted to hang out with Steve and I’m clearly ruin-“you quickly cut him off.
“No that’s not at all the case Buck. I- listen-“ you looked at both the alpha as before you spoke.
“I feel this pull towards the both of you. The urge to constantly take care of you, comfort you, be your omega. an-and I don’t know if you feel it but- I do. It’s like this fuzzy feeling, and in the back of my mind my omega is screaming to take care of you-nest and i-“
You were out of words. You could feel their eyes in you. “Y/N? Why didn’t you say something sooner?” You looked to Steve with a small smile, while tears pricked at the corner of your eyes. “I was hoping you would come to the conclusion yourself. Hoping you could feel the same things I felt. “ you said as you looked down to your lap.
You felt two sets grab yours. “I brought you both here because, I knew you both had the weight of the world on you, and I know my words can only go so far so I thought, I thought maybe we could- I don’t know- I mean, only if you want to-“
Before you could ramble any further, Bucky pulled you down so you laid flat on the bed. Steve head rested on top of yours, while his arm settled above your chest while he purred. Bucky’s head laid on your stomach while his hands went around your waist. All of you were purring, trying to soothe each other. You made sure to let more of your scent go, seeing both alphas physically relax, shoulders slumping, jaws relaxing. That’s all you wanted, to help your alphas be at peace.
“G’night mega, love you” Bucky’s voice rang out.
“thank you omega, we love you” then there was Steve.
you felt tears stream down your face. Relief flooding through your body that your alphas felt the same. Now, you could take care of them, take some weight off there shoulders, as their omega.
“night alphas, I love you”
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Everything Has Changed: Part 11
“It looks good on you.” Nat’s comment hadn’t exactly eased your consciousness or your worries that how you appeared to look in the jumpsuit would incite ridicule or snide side eyes when you went out into public with Steve.
After all you were no Natasha Romanoff, a woman who had perfected being sexy and seductive. She would look like a model wearing a grungy t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts.
“Why the hesitation?” Nat questioned, tilting her head as she watched you in the mirror turning and twisting in an attempt to get a look at all of you.
“A jumpsuit? I’ve never worn one.” Despite the trend being rather hot lately, you mostly stuck to jeans and T-shirts’, sweaters and lab coats and the occasional dress to appease May. Not that you couldn’t wear dresses more often, or jumpsuits or skirts and heels, however given your work in a high tech lab that could require long hours, you strode for comfort. You didn’t step out of your comfort zone often enough, and that included wearing a jumpsuit that looked beautiful on the hangar, yet not exactly what you expected on yourself.
“If you could see the way Steve and Bucky look at you-“ Nat smiled and got off the bed, moving toward her closet in Stark Tower.
“I know how they fell, Nat. I know that it wouldn’t matter to them, but it matters to me.” You hugged, moving from the mirror to the chair she had sitting near her window. “I don’t…I feel like I’m expected to live up to this image of a perfect omega for Steve and Bucky because of their reputation and-“
“Who expects you to live up to what image?” She came back out of the closet with two dresses in her hands, one was maxi and the other was short.
Both dresses were beautiful, and vastly different. The short dress had a skirt made of lace that would’ve fallen to the middle of your thighs in a conforming fashion that hugged your hips and accentuated your waist, with a flirty off the shoulder jean top.
The dress was navy blue with small cutouts on the waist and below where your breasts would fall. It would fall delicately at your ankles with a side slit that would flash a little more skin than what was exposed at your waist. The neckline of the maxi dress was a ‘V’, that dipped elegantly and teasingly.
“Maybe a dress would suit you better.” She lay the dresses on the bed and stepped back, gazing at the two.
“You have a lot of clothes.” You commented, rising from the chair near the window to approach the bed where the two dresses lay.
“I may be a badass boss bitch, but even a boss ass bitch likes to play Barbie.” She nudged you and winked, whipping around to move to the opposite closet that was designated for just shoes.
“You’re mated right?” You asked, brushing your fingers against the lace of the short dress.
“I’ve been mated for 5 years. We met after half the world was Snapped. She was right under my nose.” Nat spoke with the kind of pride that was endearing and heartwarming.
“She doesn’t live close.” You state, taking in the observation after Nat had been gone every weekend for nearly 6 months.
“She’s moving closer. Most of us try and keep our mates a great distance from what we do as Avengers. It increases the risk once you have a mate who can be exploited. We keep them at a safe distance out of concern for them.” Nat explained, coming back with a pair of gladiator sandals and a pair of booties.
“If the risk is so great then why is she moving closer now?After 5 years?” You didn’t mean to pry, you were just so curious. And Nat was your friend. Your surrogate alpha.
“She got a job in the city, a permanent job that will allow us to have a more stable life.” Nat held the boots above the short dress and then the gladiator sandals above the maxi dress, before she settled on the maxi dress and set the booties down.
“You can’t have kids.” You were saddened for her, knowing the fact that she was sterilized was all part of Hydra’s Black Widow program. They took everything from her, including the chance to have kids.
“My omega and I have come to terms with us never being able to have kids. We’re going to have cats instead.” She held up the option, her choice for you to ultimately decide on.
“I like it.” You commented on her choice, and then slowly started to undo the zipper on the side of the jumpsuit.
“Besides,” Nat took the booties back to her shoe closet, “I’m going to be the fun aunt. Live vicariously through others.”
You grabbed the options and moved behind the changing screen she had set up. You started to pull down the jumpsuit, sliding out of it as if it were butter, and from the softness of the material it may as well have been, before pulling the maxi dress over the top of the changing screen.
“Might as well.” You replied, starting the process all over again.
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“Keep your eyes closed.” Steve led you by the hand. “Don’t make me spank you.”
The flutter in your stomach and the soft laughter eluded to building feelings that were skyrocketing you toward a place where you were going, and ready, to give Steve permission to mark and mate you just as Bucky had.
“I’m just curious.” Your voice trailed off into a giggle as Steve purposely brushed his fingers across a ticklish spot on your waist. “You haven’t told me a thing.”
Steve didn’t reply, yet he led you with careful precision toward your destination while you put your faith in his skills not to send your careening down the sidewalk or into oncoming traffic.
Realistically, it wouldn’t have mattered what the date was. You would’ve done anything with Steve as long as you were with Steve. The destination didn’t matter.
Still…you weren’t always the most patient of people and being led around with your eyes closed had made you antsy.
“Just wait to open your eyes.” He let go of your hand and moved behind you, covering your eyes with his hands just in case you happened to take a peek.
“I’m waiting…” your voice pitched in a slight whine, your eagerness to see where he was taking you.
“Open,” Steve lowered his hands from your eyes, “your eyes.”
When you had basked in the sight of your date, you were with a powerful wave of nostalgia that crashed into you. The memories of your parents taking you and Peter out on trips to the science museums and the planetarium’s had all come rushing back with potency that actually made you more emotional than expected.
“Steve..” The memory of your dad lifting you onto his shoulders as a child to better see the various life kept behind glass, was forefront in your mind. “I haven’t been here since my parents took me last-“
“-before they died.”Steve finished your sentence. “I asked Peter what you liked to do when you were younger.”
“The aquarium was always my favourite.” Your mind wandered, your eyes became distant as you revelled in nostalgia. “My dad wanted me to pet one of the sting ray’s that came to the surface in their shallow pool. I remember crying because I didn’t want to feel how slimy they were, even though I never knew if they were or not.”
“Did you ever end up touching one?” Steve pondered.
“No,” you shook your head with a laugh, “I did push Peter into one of the shallow touchable tanks though.”
Steve laughed with you before he grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers, tugging you along behind him as the two of you moved through the first set of doors and then the next.
“We have the place to ourselves?” You asked after seeing the emptiness of the building, aside from the people working.
“I pulled some strings.” Steve shot you a smile when he looked over his shoulder.
“I didn’t know you had strings to pull.” You stepped closer to him as he approached the front desk.
“I also volunteered to come back in my Captain America suit for the children’s miracle network for St. Jude’s hospital.” Steve only had to approach the desk, and the wrist bands were already sitting on the metal desk with the woman behind the desk grinning from ear to ear.
“You are so lucky!” She squealed, a rather bright blush on her face.
“I really am.” You stared up at him with amazement, not able to look away even when he started putting the band around your wrist. “Steve’s one of a kind.”
The woman behind the desk wished you a good time, while throwing in a comment about starting from the left and moving to the right side of the building. As you stepped away and the pair of you started walking through the first exhibit, you brought up the topic of him volunteering.
“Do you do that often?” You stepped by a tank of brightly coloured fish and every bright coral. “Volunteer at aquariums during your downtime for sick children? Is it possible that you’re actually a perfect person.”
Steve crossed from the right to the left, where you were, and slipped an arm around your waist. He squeezed your waist gently, gazing at the same beautiful sight that you were.
“We all try to.” Steve spoke quietly, as it was just the two of you. “We spend so much time around evil and battles, wars that never send. Seeing a bunch of sick kids in our uniforms is a welcomed break. They’re always so excited to see us.”
“You really love kids.” It wasn’t a question but a statement; a fact.
“I’ve always wanted a family.” Steve moved on with you following him. “It’s been the American dream for almost 100 years.”
“Go to war, survive, come home and have a family.”
You peered at some of the brightly coloured fish swimming back and forth with no real worry or path.
“I’ve been fighting a long war.” When Steve spoke, he was tired. When he spoke, you could hear the figurative exhaustion in his voice from the years of fighting that was draining on him, the constant wars that never ceased.
“Maybe it’s time to pass the shield on.” You suggested, though you did so quietly. “Even the great Steve Roger’s needs a break.”
“I’ve been thinking about it.” Steve quipped, his eyes focused on the tanks and the array of colours brushing from behind the glass. “Giving up the title of Captain America.”
“Retirement would look good on you.” You placed your hand on his chest, stealing his attention.
“And you,” he grinned, stealing you into his arms, “would look good with your hand on a stingray.”
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Everything Has Changed: Part 10
The walk up to May’s apartment building was short yet not uneventful. As you stepped up to the door and opened it, a hand shot out from behind you to hold it open, at the same moment that you felt a comforting caress from one of your alpha’s.
“Good timing.” You grinned, thanking Bucky for opening the door, and Steve for simply being in your presence. “I was just about to walk up. May asked me to pick up some groceries. She’s attempting to cook, though neither her or myself is good at cooking.”
You motioned to the grocery bags in your arms, briefly and temporarily shifting their attention from you to the bags. Their blue and blue/green eyes flickered toward the assortment of groceries in the bag before they landed back on you.
You studied them and felt the effects of having your alpha’s, and one that had marked and mated you, so close. Bucky and Steve looked impeccable, respectively, wearing dress shirts that were tucked into a pair of dark wash jeans and black dress pants, with Bucky wearing the jeans and Steve wearing the pants. Bucky’s sleeves of his dark blue dress shirt were kept as normal while Steve’s light grey, almost white, sleeves were rolled up to his elbow. Both men were clean shaven, and both of them had started to grow their hair out, after having it cut, enough to style their hair in a typical 40’s swoop.
“You don’t know how to cook?” Steve questioned, taking your left side while Bucky took your right.
The three of you started walking up the stairs to your aunt’s floor and her apartment. The staircase as wide enough to comfortably fit the three of you side by side and the only time one of you had to step back was when the staircase curved.
“Nope.” You popped the ‘p’, shaking your head.
“Steve and I both can.” Bucky quipped, brushing his arm against yours. “Next date we have I’ll cook for you.”
“Then i’ll have to stay overnight.” Your reply was immediate, and sent with a flirty smile and a wink.
“You have no idea what you do to us, sweetheart.” Steve reached for and grabbed your hand.
“If you feel close to what I’m feeling right now, than I have a very clear idea.” Your voice dropped in tones, your breath hitching in your throat as you sidled close to Steve, your hands running up and down his chest, feeling the hardened and toned planes of his abdomen, of his pectorals that just drove you wild.
“You keep that up doll,” he smirked, running his hands down past the cut of your skirt, and then back up and underneath. His thumbs stroked the back of your thighs, emitting a shudder and the faintest whimper from you as you pressed against him, “and we’ll have another incident like at Stark Tower.”
“Would that be a bad thing?” You looked up at Steve with a clear and solid gaze, a message clear in your eyes that you were all in no matter what.
“You know we can’t,” Bucky came from behind you and places his hands on your shoulders, slowly rubbing your arms up and down.
The dinner you were supposed to have with your aunt and Peter, would not and could not be missed for very public sex in a hallway of your aunt’s apartment complex. You knew that and they knew that.
But damn…
“Besides,” Steve gently grabbed your chin with his forefinger and his thumb, “you already had one sporadic mating. You deserve to have the next one happen after a night of dinner.”
“We’re having dinner tonight…” you made the point with a pout.
“Sorry ‘mega.” Steve still kissed you anyway with the sweet intensity that made you curl your toes. “You’ll have to be patient.”
“You’re a good omega,” Bucky kissed your cheek, “and we’re so damn lucky to have you.”
Your heart fluttered with their sweet words and gestures. You didn’t know you could ever feel this way about an alpha, let alone two. They made it impossible to think of nothing other than their lips and their eyes and their hands and their…everything.
You were consumed by Steve and Bucky.
“Well then,” you stopped outside your aunt’s door, “would captain America like to go on a date with an already marked omega?”
“That depends,” Steve smirked again, a cheeky and handsome devil he was, “does the other guy get jealous?”
You glanced over your shoulder, watching Bucky with his hands shoved into his dark wash jeans and a playfulness flashing in his blue eyes.
“I think he’ll be alright.” You spoke to Steve while watching Bucky.
“Just don’t touch what doesn’t belong to you.” Bucky joked.
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May was smitten. Peter was pouting, slightly.
Since the arrival of Steve and Bucky, along with the bottles of wine they’d brought May, she hasn’t been able to keep her eyes off of them.
Not that you could really blame May, the two of them were captivating on a bad day. And now that they were dressed, looking seductive and sultry, they were even more captivating.
“Are you sure you don’t need any help?” May called from the living room.
You were sitting opposite of her, your feet tucked under you as you lounged on the couch. With the groceries you bought, Steve and Bucky were confident in their ability to make some of the best Italian quick dish that you’d ever tried.
“Have you told May about the fight?” Peter mumbled pointedly looking at you as May quickly became distracted by asking Steve and Bucky more questions.
“Are you?” You tilt your head. “What did she say when she saw those gnarly black eyes? What did you tell her?”
Peter shrugged. “May worries too much.”
“Yes,” you poked his shoulder, “but what did you tell her when she noticed?”
“I wasn’t going to tell her I got into a fight with your alpha’s-“
“She would’ve already guessed, Peter. You flew out of her that night with a fire lit under your ass.” You pointed out.
“Who’s fault was that?” He hissed.
“Yours.” You shift your position on the couch. “You didn’t have to react that way, Peter. I’m not a child.”
“I know you’re not-“
“Than why are you treating me like one? I’m your sister!” Your voice grew in pitch and volume, gaining May’s attention.
“I missed out on the chance to keep you safe when I went with Mr. Stark and I didn’t come back. I-“ He sighed and rubbed his hands down his face.
“They are good men, Peter. They’re good alpha’s. They will treat me with nothing but respect and dignity. They will keep me safe and give me a life that every omega dreams about.” You reached out and placed your hand on his arm. “Trust me, Petey.”
“I do trust you. And I just want you to be happy.”
“I am.” You looked over your shoulder, Steve and Bucky bringing food to the table. “I’ve never been happier.”
This was it, you thought, this is what happiness was. Steve and Bucky were your happiness. They were the kind of men your mom and dad had always wished you could find, and while they weren’t here to see them or meet them, seeing May’s approval was perfect in its own right.
“Dinner’s done.” May called from the dining set up, motioning you both over with that certain spark in her eyes that showed her appreciation.
“It smells amazing!” You complimented as you approached. “I am surprised by both of you. Super soldiers and the ability to cook. What can’t you do?”
You crooned, kissing Steve quickly before you moved to take the place next to Bucky. As you approached the seat, he had pulled the chair out for you and when you say, he pushed you back in.
“What a gentleman!” Your aunt exclaimed, resting her elbows on the table with her hands folded under her chin. “Chivalry clearly isn’t dead.”
May was smitten, Peter was still pouting, barely though, and you were elated.
You were elated and in love. You were in love with both perfect men.
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Everything Has Changed: Part 9
The entire room was bright and full of state of the art equipment they would make it possible to test and formulate something that could recreate the properties of marking, to replenish a mated alpha and omega’s connection after the Snap and the Blip. That’s what everyone on this specific team was trying to do. That’s what you were trying to do.
Under the direction of Dr. Banner, the project was well on the way. Your specific job, as you’d focused your entire schooling biology, was to break down the specific strands of DNA that had shifted and changed when a couple marked each other. You would study the specific DNA that had changed, and try to artificially create that change in the lab.
It was your dream job, working under the genius of Dr. Banner. It was your dream to work in a high tech, state of the art lab while trying to make a difference for omega’s who suffered a great loss during the Snap.
“There has to be a connection there previously.” You explained to Steve after he asked about negative connotations surrounding the use of this and how to prevent an alpha from using it on omega who wasn’t willing or knowledgeable. “There has to be a connection between the alpha and the omega or the omega and the beta. This is used for reestablish and fix what the snap and the blip broke and fixed.”
“So,” Bucky asked, “if an omega and an alpha were mated before the Snap, and the alpha or the omega were snapped away and came back during the Blip, this formula would help reestablish and connect the two again?”
“Exactly! It would fix the connection that was there previously. It would replenish it which in turn will increase the health of both parties because-“
“-they’re not whole without their mate.”
“Are you almost done?” Peter‘s voice came from behind you.
“I have to run one more simulation and then I’m done.” You wheeled yourself around, turning your back to the computer. “I thought you had class?”
“I finished early.” He slowly moved around the table, his eyes studying the fragments of DNA behind the glass.
The black eye’s he got from the fight with Steve and Bucky were both healing. They’d gotten to the stage of being yellow and dull which was a good sign for Peter. He had come out that, despite it being two against one, with no real damage other than bruises and minor scrapes and cuts, yet that had been nothing compared to the scolding May had given him.
“What did you want to talk to Dr. Banner about anyway?” You pried, spinning back around to face the computer screen.
“The supressant’s I gave you.” Peter answered coolly. He still hadn’t gotten over the mark on your neck or how you constantly smelled faintly like Bucky. Or the fact that since you’d been marked by Bucky, Steve and himself have been flocking to you.
Peter hadn’t gotten over seeing you pressed against a dark corner with Steve’s lips attached to your neck and your fingers woven into the hair at the back of his neck. Peter hadn’t come to terms with your position as an adult, and an adult who could make her own decisions without consulting her brother.
“Not this again.” You rolled your eyes and sighed.
“They should’ve worked. I just want to know why.” He shrugged and picked up a vial of suspension and then placed it back onto the desk top.
“Maybe they weren’t supressant’s. Did you ask what they were before he gave them to you?” You asked, raising an eyebrow as you turned in your chair and glanced at him.
He looked sheepish. He played with a pen that was sitting beside another computer, rolling the smooth cylinder between his index finger and his thumb, bizarrely interested in its composition.
“You did ask, didn’t you?” You pressed him, and received your answer by his silence.
“They caught your scent from me, when you had hugged me in the diner. I knew they had your scent and I tried to prevent them from marking you.” Peter finally explained, speaking of one of the first afternoon’s you’d spent together before your internship.
“So you gave me supressant’s that might not have been supressant’s?” You asked with a sigh, standing from your desk. You straightened your lab coat and tugged at your t-shirt before you eventually followed Peter out of the venom lab, toward Dr. Banner’s office.
You followed behind him, less curious that he was about the ‘supressants’ that he had given you. He seemed aggressive and persistent about the pills he had given you, as if they could be the answer and the solution to Bucky marking you.
If Peter had his explanation, that could take away from you being marked and mated to them.
But by Peter’s own confession, they were affected by your scent before you had any real interaction with them. By your scent alone, they were drawn in.
It appeared as if supressant’s or not, something would have happened.
When you entered his office, you were quick to sit on the left, tucking your feet under your chair with the toes of your shoes pressed tight against the floor. Peter was to your right, sitting slouched with his legs stretched out and his arms crossed over his chest. There was a sour look on his face, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes narrowed.
“Are you pouting?” You watched him from the corner of your eyes.
“No.” Peter denied your question quickly, yet he hadn’t changed his facial expression.
“You wanted to know what pills you had taken.” Dr. Banner started speaking. He was leaning back against his leather desk chair with a pen in his left hand, staring pointedly at Peter.
You tilt your head and leaned toward every so slightly, staring intently at Peter. You shot him a look, your lips twitching as you felt the threat to smirk or smile.
“I’m sorry for taking them from your lab.” Peter apologized and sat up a little further. “But I needed something more potent than-“
“They weren’t supressant’s.” Dr. Banner cut Peter off, a smile made from pure amusement on his face. “The pills you took were along the lines of fertility pills.”
The silence that followed his statement was awkward and long. The news broke, from the horse’s mouth, and that had made Peter shoot up with wide eyes.
“They’re made to be given to omega’s who have difficulty with regular heats. The pills are meant to kick the omega into a heat that is supercharged. Their scents are stronger, their heat themselves are more powerful. The pills should only be used with omega’s who have the intention to mate or have children due to the craze that can come from the heat going unchecked.”
Your laugh came after the shock wore off. It was boisterous and had you near to the point of crying from laughing to hard and so much.
“You gave me-“ you wheezed.
“It’s not that funny!” Peter hissed.
“-sex pills!” You doubled over, your vision blurry and your lungs burning. “You thought you were giving me supressant’s but really you were giving me pills to START my heat!”
Your laughter still hadn’t died out, even after Peter had curses you under your breath. You followed him out of the lab, small giggles leaving your lips.
Peter stalked away from the lab with that pout still on his lips. He moved past you and past the approach of Steve and Bucky, mumbling under his breath.
“What’s so funny?” Steve asked while stopping you from moving too far.
You all but collapsed in his embrace, your giggles dying down to your sharp intake of breath. You placed your hands on Steve’s chest and beamed up at him.
“Irony.” You said. “Peter tried so hard to keep me from you and Bucky, but in doing so, he only pushed me further.”
Steve’s eyebrows knit together and a small look of confusion took place on his handsome, beautiful face.
“I have to get back to work.” You stood on your tippy toes and kissed his cheek before moving to Bucky. “May wants to invite you both to dinner. Saturday night at 7!”
“We’ll be there.” Steve grinned.
“We’ll even bring you Pinot Noir, sweetheart.” Bucky added with a cheeky grin.
You pulled away from them and turned, shuffling back toward the genome lab, shaking your head over Peter’s blunder.
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Everything Has Changed: Part 8
“Tell me your story.” Wine was poured, fresh bread was sitting in a metal basket on the table and Natasha sat across from you. “You seem like you have an interesting one.”
The comment seemed off handed, especially coming from someone like Natasha Romanoff. If you were to compare life stories, it wouldn’t be a competition on who’s life was filled with more adventure and action and of course tragedy. While you didn’t know all the details, you knew the bare bones of her tale, from the red room in which she was trained to be a master assassin, to her becoming one of the avengers after Clint had saved her. You knew the foundation without knowing everything in between and that was enough to make her story far more interesting than your own.
“So do you.” You countered while reaching for the glass of wine that was in front of you. You wrapped your hand around the glass and lift it to your lips, sipping on the blanched wine within the glass, the taste a direct balance between sweet and bold.
“Yes,” Natasha confirmed, “my story is built on violence. What’s yours made of?”
You bid your time by sipping slowly on the expensive wine, letting the taste fill and burst in your mouth. The wheels in your head were turning, the story she wanted you to tell and the story you wanted to tell were starkly different. She wanted to hear everything, she wanted to know what made you the omega you are today, however your story wasn’t without its own tragedies.
“What happened after the Snap?” She asked, leaning her elbow on the table, resting her chin on her palm. “Let’s start there.”
You looked away, still clenching the wine glass. You didn’t want to victimize yourself. The Snap was over and you came out on top. You survived the Snap and its after effects, you pushed through.
“Both May and Peter were snapped. Peter never came back from space and May never came back from work. I watched the news that night and heard that the Avengers had lost, Thanos had take half of life in every universe, in every world in every liveable galaxy.” You spoke while analyzing the dips and the curves in the design of the cutlery wrapped in thick cloth. “I was trying to go to school, I was trying to make sense of the world without my only family members I had. Rent went unpaid and an eviction notice was served.”
You couldn’t look at her; you couldn’t look anywhere but the cutlery.
“What did you do? They had shelters for omega’s. Why didn’t you go to one?” Natasha’s voice had drawn your attention back to her.
She was watching you, she was studying you from across the table. There was a deeply stricken vein of empathy that was radiating from her to you. She lost family too. She lost people she loved.
Everyone did.
“He took more alpha’s than omega’s. That was the general consensus after the dust had settled. The omega shelters filled up quickly with mothers and fathers, children without parents. Young kids were left completely stranded. I was 17, I could survive on my own. I wasn’t going to take a place in the shelter when there were so many others that needed help.” You sighed and moved the tip of your index finger around the rim of your wine glass, tracing the smooth edge.
“What did you do?” Natasha pressed, invested in your story. “Where did you go?”
“I lived in my car until I went to university. I lived in my car while finishing high school and took odd jobs here and there to be able to afford gas. Some days I had to choose between gas and eating, but most days I could afford to do both. It was a hard two years but I survived.” You skipped the parts about the attempted break in’s.
You missed the part where alpha’s who survived were so driven by anger and chaos an the need to feel something, had tried to break into your car to get to you. Because of your situation you couldn’t afford supressant’s, which meant your heats went unchecked. During your heat’s, you would drive out of the city into the middle of nowhere and deal with it in an area where no alpha’s could find you.
That still didn’t stop them from trying to break into your car during their ruts. That still didn’t stop the fear that you would wake up in the middle of the night and find yourself drug out of your car with an alpha standing over you demanding that you give yourself to him or face the consequences.
“Of course you survived. You’re tenacious. You’re credibly intelligent and brave, with the ability to face challenges without blinking. An alpha can sense a strong omega, and there is none stronger than yourself.”
You smiled and again wiped the small tears rolling down your cheeks. Being able to spend time with Natasha, though she was a alpha female, was a relief. You didn’t have many female friends, as you’d focused so much time on your university degree instead of solely trying to find an alpha, which had cast a lot of your friends to the wayside.
But why couldn’t you do both? Why couldn’t you find alpha’s, start a family, have kids and still have your career? Why couldn’t you be a mother and a career woman? Why did it have to be one or the other?
“Thank you,” you spoke half your thoughts, “for taking me out today. I had a lot of fun and it was a good distraction for the idiots at the tower.”
Natasha scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Hit the nail on the head with that.”
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Your return to the tower with Natasha in tow, reminded Steve of the few times Mrs. Barnes, Bucky’s mother, had scolded him.
Like his mother, you were a fierce omega who took less crap than others and who could be more intimidating and predatory than an alpha.
When you had come back to the tower, you’d descended upon the three of them with a sour look on your face and barely restrained rage of an omega.
“Unbelievable.” Was the very first word you’d used to address them all. With “immature” to follow.
“We just-“
“Shut up, Peter!” You snipped at him, fully sending the beta kid into a defensive position as he curled into himself.
“Are you satisfied? Are you happy now that you’ve destroyed an entire training room?” With your hands on your hips, and your eyes narrowed, your vehemently angry expression soon bounced to Steve and Bucky. “And you two-!”
“Look doll we’re really-“ Bucky spoke was cut off again.
“Shut. Up!” You took command of the conversation. “I’m talking, you listen.”
They three of them felt cornered by you, an omega who was about to tear into them to set them straight. It wasn’t uncommon for omega’s to stand their ground and stand up against alpha’s who found themselves overly bossy, just as it wasn’t uncommon for omega’s to knock sense into alpha’s who needed to be knocked down a peg. Physically and emotionally.
Omega’s may have typically been less confrontational and less domineering, yet they weren’t throw rugs that should and could be beaten into submission.
Submission had to come with permission, it had to come from a place of respect and love.
“Peter, I am an adult. I know that you were technically born first and before the Snap you were older, but that’s changed now. I’m a grown woman and I am a successful biologist who is starting a career working with Dr. Banner. I appreciate that you want to keep me safe and want to protect me, but I will not have you fighting Steve and Bucky in my defence. You’re my brother, not my guardian.”
Your attention moved back to Steve and Bucky, your eyes looking both of them up and down with fiery irritancy.
“And you two idiots, I am your omega but I am not going to be pushed around. I am going to do whatever I would like in this relationship and I will not be bullied into something I don’t want. We are mates and I will willingly submit if I am treated right. You fuck it up and I’ll push back.”
“With my support.” Natasha nod her head, watching you with pride. “I will also be the future Godmother of any of your children.”
“Should it happen-“ you added. “We are in a relationship and I expect to be included in all decisions. You will not become barbarians if I choose to do something you don’t want. It’s a discussion, understood?”
“Understood.” Bucky grinned, nudging Steve with his elbow.
“Yes, ma’am.” Steve also agreed, he also gave you your way. “Understood.”
“Good.” You looked at the three, hands still on your hips. “Are we done with the immaturity? Can we move on?”
It was immediate, the agreement. It was immediate and it had passed from the three of them, into you.
“Good. Peter, we’re leaving. You have school tomorrow.” You turned on your heel and left, as if nothing had happened at all.
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Everything Has Changed: Part 7
Peter was quick to know Bucky off of his feet. He hadn’t seen Peter coming and he had no time to prepare himself in defence. Peter swung his legs toward him, kicking him toward the wall of the training room. He made contact with the wall, leaving a hole in the plaster and drywall after he’s pulled himself out, yet he didn’t have time to recover.
Peter was quick to shoot his webs toward Bucky, the material acting as cement to keep him against the wall and while he was restrained, he went after Steve.
Peter blocked the blow from his offensive punch, twisting Steve’s arm back behind his back. Peter kicked out his feet and set the super soldier to the ground into his back, his web shooter pointed at his chest.
“We can talk about this, kid.” Steve tried to reason with Peter, holding his hands up in defence. “You don’t need to start a fight.”
Peter was aware that Bucky had managed to pull himself out of the web bindings. He was aware that Bucky was trying to corner him and cut him off. He needed to kick their ass, if not for you then for himself.
“Your war buddy bit my sister.” Peter had mirrored Tony, using the term ‘war buddy’ instead of mate. He used the generalized term instead of referring to Steve and Bucky as part of a triad that you were now in.
“We’re mates kid.” Steve jut out his leg, flipping Peter onto his back, before he jumped to his feet. “Your sister didn’t protest either.”
Peter’s lip curled, a growl rumbling in his chest. He raised his hand and shot his web shooters toward Steve, causing the super soldier to fly toward the same Bucky had slammed through, only instead of being cemented to the wall, he was stuck halfway between the wall.
“She was on supressant’s!” Peter attacked Bucky, throwing a punch to his chest, which he had barely managed to block. “You took advantage of her!”
He kept throwing punches, he kept swinging his fists toward Bucky, every third landing as the soldier was forced back, unable to hold his ground.
Bucky and Steve may have been alpha’s, and they may have been enhanced, however that didn’t seem to matter. Not only was Peter holding his own, and was able to hold his own, but he was able to put them on the defensive and hold them there.
“They didn’t work!” Steve struggled to get out the webbings in the same manner as Bucky struggling to get a footing against Peter.
“Peter!” He heard you arrive, he heard you shriek his name to get him to stop attacking your mates, yet he turned a blind eye and chose to ignore you.
It was because if you that the three men were fighting. Didn’t you understand that he was doing this for you?
“Steve! Bucky!” All of them were ignoring you, all of them were fighting for you for some reason.
Peter was fighting to defend your honour, that he swore Steve and Bucky had stolen. He was fighting to keep you safe from two alpha’s who were sniffing you out, and now had marked and mated with you.
Steve and Bucky were fighting Peter to make him understand that this was meant to be, that you were part of their relationship and the three of you were a triad. They were trying to get through to the kid, knock some sense in him. You wanted this as much as they did, you wanted them and they wanted you. It was a mutual decision that was centred on a basest understanding and recognition of two alpha’s and an omega who shared a connection.
“Is this really what you’re doing? Fighting like a bunch of children?” You pressed again, trying to talk over them as they fought.
They all knew you were there, they could sense your presence in the room with them, yet they hadn’t stopped. It was a constant and changing struggle to get the upper hand, to prove that each party knew best.
“Well if that’s how you’re going to act then…” you start then stopped.
“You had no right!” Peter pinned Bucky to the matted floor. “You had no right to take advantage of her!”
“Oh no…I feel faint…someone help me…” You held your hand to your forehead and bat your eyelashes, trying to appear as if you needed help, but still, they carried on.
They carried on fighting and sparring and throwing punches at each other, eventually growing oblivious to the fact that you were no longer there.
** **
The headache that formed shortly after leaving those three knuckleheads to beat each other for stupid reasons, was based at the front of your head but was quickly moving toward the back, the throbbing pain was agonizingly aggravating your brittle temper.
The three most important men in your life were being idiots who thought they could solve their problems by using their fists.
You had given up on them for the time being, letting them sort themselves out in their own way. You left the training floor for the main lobby, settling on getting a coffee from one of the machines in the lobby.
“Parker!” Your last name was called, and as you glanced over your shoulder, you saw a redhead strutting toward you.
You recognized her as the Black Widow by her avengers title, Natasha Romanoff by name, and she was moving toward you with purpose.
“Natasha.” You smiled small, being a little taken back by how powerful of an alpha female she was. “What’s up?”
She rolled her eyes and jut out her hip, placing her hands against her jean covered hip bones, a small frown replacing her smile. You caught on her annoyance, the spike in that emotion mirroring your own.
“Men are idiots.” She claimed. “Especially alpha males who think they having something to prove.”
You nod your head in agreement without verbally agreeing. She was a strong woman and an even stronger alpha female. The presence of her made you both more comfortable than other alpha males and less comfortable. There was something about dealing with alpha males that could be boiled down to a few generalized rules to keep under their radar.
However alpha females were entirely different. They played by different rules that you couldn’t quite figure out.
“They’re immature. All of them.” You shift your weight from foot to foot, the effects of your heat slowly dwindling away.
“You’re still affected by your heat?” She asked, stepped closer to you, pressing her wrist against your forehead. “It’s the tail end of it.”
You looked at Natasha and then looked away, feeling that little skip and jump of your heart. It was a natural reaction to being around an alpha, especially such a strong alpha, even if you weren’t mated to her.
“It’s not bad.” You told her and then squeaked when she wrapped her arm around your waist and pulled you into her side.
“It’s okay, babe.” She squeezed your waist. “Surrogate alpha will take care of you. Now, follow me. We’re going to take you shopping and then get you something to eat while those assholes work out their tension in the training room.”
You didn’t dare argue, nor did you deny her. You followed along, allowing her to drag you wherever she wanted.
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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.
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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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