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aurumacadicus · 2 months

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I finished binging Miss Fisher again:

"So why did you fall out with Howard, anyway?" Steve asked, slouching down in his seat as the car inched up the driveway. He hadn't asked before, and as he'd watched Peggy's hands tighten on the steering wheel as they passed through the gates to the Stark mansion, it finally occurred to him to wonder why he wasn't still involved with SHIELD after being one of the founders of SSR.

Peggy worked her jaw delicately. "We had a disagreement about values," she finally said.

"I can't imagine why," Steve muttered, and relaxed a little when the corner of Peggy's mouth curled up.

"Well, he'll surely enjoy me coming to him for help," Peggy added with a sigh, pulling to a stop. She took a moment to take a deep, fortifying breath, then let it back out slowly, giving Steve a glance out of the side of her eye. "And that I'm bringing you."

"I can thank him for looking for me so long," Steve agreed, and turned to unfold himself out of the car as Peggy did the same. Even though she was in her sixties, she was still sprier than he was; cars had gotten smaller while he was in the ice, somehow.

The door opened before they could knock or ring the bell, and Peggy brightened a little, greeting, "Mr. Jarvis."

"Ms. Carter," Mr. Jarvis answered, voice clipped, and her smile faltered as quickly as it had arrived. He bowed slightly, motioning toward the sitting room on the left. "Mr. Stark will be down to see you presently."

Steve took it as the dismissal it was, wondering at Peggy's reaction. There was so much about her that he didn't know. So much about the world he didn't know. His years in the ocean had done him no favors. He stared at a painting of peaches and tried not to think about how much he'd lost. Then his ears caught the sound of footsteps on the stairs, and he turned, clasping his hands behind his back as he instinctively fell into parade rest.

The man coming down the stairs was not Howard, Steve realized, even though he looked a lot like him. Anthony, he remembered the file saying. Howard's son. Steve hadn't believed Howard would ever settle down, but here was proof, walking casually down the stairs as if they had all the time in the world. To their surprise, he used the post at the bottom of the stairs to swivel directly to face the sitting room they'd been directed toward, walking over like he was meant to be there.

"Tony," Peggy said, and she was unable to keep the surprise out of her voice.

"Aunt Peggy," Tony answered, voice measured. He crossed his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow. "Or should I be calling you that?"

Peggy sucked in a sharp breath and closed her eyes, looking vaguely annoyed, then opened them again. "Tony, I'm here to see your father."

"I'm the only Mr. Stark here," Tony told her flatly, scowling. "You'd know that if you ever called. Mom said she wanted to take a trip around the world while they still had their health, and they left three months ago. You'd know that if you read the society papers." He waved his hand dismissively. "And just so you know? I'm not really inclined to help. You didn't make it to a single one of my dissertations even though I invited you. You stopped coming to my birthday parties. You didn't even come to my coming out party," he added, and that last part was where Steve finally heard perhaps the first real emotion Tony had shown since he appeared on the stairs--hurt.

Omega, Steve remembered suddenly, at the mention of a coming out party. Tony didn't carry himself like the typical omega, he thought, tilting his head a little. But then, high society always carried themselves a little differently, he remembered. Howard had never carried himself like any of the alphas Steve had grown up with. It stood to reason that Tony would be much the same.

"Tony," Peggy began gently. "I'm sorry that my falling out with Howard affected you, too. I should have tried harder to stay in touch. But you were a child when that happened."

"And I was just as much of a pain in the ass then," Tony scoffed, rolling his eyes. "If they made a fuss about me talking to you, I would have just screamed the house down. I was good at it," he added with a huff.

Steve figured with the way Peggy winced, he was telling the truth.

"Whatever. I don't want to hash this out. What does SHIELD need from my dad? I'll pass the message on when they call next week," Tony continued before she could say anything else. "Maybe. If I feel like it."

Peggy looked like she was considering pressing him, but whatever she saw in his face, it made her back down. "It's about your mother's gala, Tony."

At that, Tony's gaze sharpened, shoulders straightening as his posture changed from dismissive to alert. "I'm in charge of the the foundation while Mom's on vacation," he said, sharp-edged and stern. "What would Dad have to do with that?"

"Hydra is trying to reestablish a foothold in New York," Steve finally answered, taking a step forward. "They intend to slither in through charities, because they believe it's easier to launder money that way. We believe several members will be trying to infiltrate the Maria Stark Foundation, and the gala will be where they make their move."

Tony swiveled to him, eyes calculating. "And who the fuck is this?"

Peggy glanced at him sharply, silencing Steve from answering. "This is the lead agent on the case, Agent Roger Stevens."

Tony pursed his lips, and the look he gave Steve wasn't entirely disgust, but it wasn't... not entirely disgust, either. Steve found himself sweating a little, and he couldn't quite figure out why.

"I suppose if I tell you that I'll take care of it, you'll poke your nose in anyway. Omega can't handle it," Tony said, lifting his chin at him aggressively.

Oh, Steve thought, wondering if this was how Bucky felt when Steve had raised his chin at him and asked, 'You wanna fight, too?' Tony thought that Steve believed he was incapable. "I'm sure you can handle it," he answered carefully when Peggy simply raised an eyebrow at him. He cleared his throat when Tony rocked back on his heels, clearly skeptical. "I just wonder. How you're going to arrest anyone. You need... authority from a governing body to do that."

Tony stared at him, unimpressed. Steve let the moment hang there, waiting. Adding anything else would be too risky, too likely to offend him. Steve had, unfortunately, not gotten any better at interacting with omegas. The only tried and true way to stay on their good sides, he'd found, was to shut the fuck up.

"So citizen's arrest doesn't count?" Tony finally asked.

"You have to hand the person you arrested over to a judge or police officer. I can detain them at SHIELD," Steve answered, and he thought he sounded pretty reasonable.

Tony scoffed. "Why? What can you do that the police can't?"

"Waterboard them, obviously," Steve deadpanned, then winced when Peggy's elbow rammed into his kidney.

"We do not waterboard our prisoners. We are not the CIA," Peggy told Tony sternly.

Tony's mouth dropped open into a surprised little 'o.' Then he threw his head back and laughed, loud, and Steve saw Peggy's shoulders relax, just a little. Maybe this would work out, Steve thought, allowing himself a small smile.

#ideas #stony #omegaverse

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imaginestevetony · 8 months

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Older Omega Tony and younger alpha Steve broke up four years ago and now alpha steve is engaged to be married to a much younger omega. They seem happy and Steve just really wants to start a family now.

And then on his bachelor trip to Vegas, he saw Tony. He's there for a tech conference and he really needs to go but then a little girl comes barreling towards Tony and said "Mama!" to Tony and oh wow she's very cute... and blonde and got blue eyes???? The little girl introduced herself as Maria Sarah and she's three year's old and wow very smart and polite for a three year old. They said their goodbyes and Steve asked for Tony's number so they could reconnect. Tony smiled sadly at him and said he still got the same number from years ago.

Steve then met with Bucky, Sam, Clint and told them about Tony and Maria Sarah. "I'm glad Tony was able to adopt." And the three were like "Steven." Steve's like, "What? You know thats part of the reason we broke up? We can't get pregnant and Tony's scared about adopting but I'm glad he was able to do that. Even if it's not with me. I'm not bitter about it, I promise. But like why does it have to be after me???"

Sam asked if he's seriously that dense, and Bucky really wanted to smack him right now. In the end it's actually Clint who gave it straight to Steve. "Are you sure the three year old girl isnt your daughter? Who got your hair color and blue eyes? And named after Tony's and your mom? I mean, probably not but the math says it's possible and Tony just really likes the name Sarah."

And Steve's eyes got wider and wider and now he's not really sure. "...shit."

#spoiler alert she is his baby girl #stevetony #stony #superhusbands #omegaverse #older omega Tony needs more love

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wilmakins · 6 months

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Steve didn’t want to get bonded. Not like this. But he’s one of the few people who knows what SHIELD really is, and he’s put everything into helping the underground resistance movement. Bonding with Howard Starks son might be the only chance he has to infiltrate the organisation.... And to find Bucky.

Tony doesn’t want to get bonded. EVER. But he’s six weeks pregnant, and Howard insists that no Stark is going to be an unbonded mother. As his father gets the final say, and this Steve guy simply won’t be deterred, it looks like he’s going to have to deal with it.

But it’s fine, because they’re both determined to get out of this situation as quickly as possible... It would only be complicated if they actually fell in love.

Read The Fic on AO3

#stony fic #omegaverse #stony #mth 2021 #omega tony stark #alpha steve rogers #arranged marriage

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frankthesnek · 30 days

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✨️ New Story ✨️

Animal I Have Become (rated E)

Stony (Tony Stark/Steve Rogers)

a/b/o dynamics, rutting, rough sex, shsmless smut

4.5k words

Stony Bingo space N3: Bullet wounds. @cap-ironman

Being injured and stranded behind enemy lines is pretty much old news for Tony and Steve at this point. However, this time it comes with a twist—Steve's injuries send him into rut. When Tony refuses to abandon his friend there's only one way things can play out.

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java-dragon · 7 months

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Some screen captures of my fanbinding endeavors.

This is for @sabrecmc 's "Celestial Navigation". I'm a bit of a minimalist in terms of the text bodies. I'm very much a baby in terms of fan binding but there you have it. I've gotten permission from sabrecmc to fan bind. I figured they might enjoy some potential progress shots?

#sabrecmc #fanbinding #stony #omegaverse #baby fanbinder does the thing

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venomous-soliloquy · 2 years

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The first part of a SteveTony Art/Fic Collab done with the amazing @tinystark616 🥰 This has been so much fun~ If you'd like to read the first chapter head on over here 💗

#stony #stevetony #cw bruises #omegaverse #digital art #fanart #syan art #my art

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winterspiderpurrs · 6 months

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" Do we have sunblock?"

The sound of some ruffled fabric could be heard.

"No, don't see any in the bag. Add to the list!"

" That it? I can head out while you finish packing, but call me before I get back. I ain't going back to the store once I'm back home. "

" I know I know, if its not on the list it doesn't get picked up" a laugh is heard and then the sound of a zipper

" I'll start sorting the suitcase out, oh! Add condoms only got a couple left. "

" We don't need them,"

" Babe, I know you. We need them. "

" We can go without this time. It's fine. "

" You know that the birth control doesn't work for you, and with no condom? Do you want to get pregnant ?" There was laugh.

" Yes. Sure.... if you want"

There was a crash from the bedroom and then the sound of running feet.

Bucky and Peter face each other staring each other down.

Bucky clears his throat and then looks down at the list. " I can add them on to th-"

" NO! I mean... no.. if ..if your sure? "

Peter touches Bucky arm.

" Yeah... been thinkin' about it.... wanna pup.. your pup.."

Peter moves his arms to pull Bucky into a hug. He nuzzles at his collar bone before getting up on his tiptoes to kiss along the mating bite he left there 3 years earlier.

" Yeah? You know I'll give you anything you want... your MY Omega, and if you want a pup... "

He squeezes Bucky again and kisses his jaw.

" I'll never force you to have my pup. But it would be an honor for you to be willin to carry our pup... I love you Bucky"

Bucky leans down and kisses Peter, wrapping his arms around him now. " I love you too Alpha... Peter..."

Peter smiles brightly up at Bucky.

" I can't wait to see the look on Tony's face when we tell him"

Bucky laughs and shakes his head.

" Steve is gonna cry and I bet you anything that Tony will be knocked up not long after we announce it"

#writing prompt #winterspider #peter parker x bucky barnes #omegaverse au #alpha beta omega #abo #alpha peter parker #omega bucky barnes #alpha steve #omega tony #winterspiderpurrs #stony

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katarasmomsnecklace · 19 days

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NAH CUZ YOURE SO FUCKING RIGHT

GIRLY POP FUCKING C O O K E D

#omegaverse #sexism #pregnancy #misogyny #stony

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sayahs-corner · 5 months

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Rise Above Excerpt from Chapter 3

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

rating: M

tw: omegaverse, public humiliation mentioned in this excerpt

Steve POV

...His guts writhed uneasily. With guilt. He had found an omega on the border of the territory and marched him right back into the open arms of his abusers. He hadn't listened when the kid told him he didn't want to go back. Steve prided himself on his ability to assess a situation with a level head. He hadn't asked why. He had just assumed that this upstart omega was a spoiled pack princess. With everything he had seen in his life, all the atrocities committed, one would think that he would have known to ask. To question it.

There was something about this omega that distracted him. Made him feel left footed and flustered. And so he had bumbled. Badly.

Now it was on him to fix it.

It did no good to dwell on such things at the moment. He ignored the uncomfortable feeling bristling in his chest. Instead Steve put his nose to the ground, determination steeling inside of him with every step he took.

It had been a relief to reach the clearing and shift back to two legs. That was when the party had started, the kegs of ale rolled out, with wolves of all ages laughing and buzzing with the thrill of the run. Alpha Stark had beckoned Steve over to his side of the fire and plied him with both food and ale. The man was charming, funny, and sharp as fangs. Steve knew, however, that there was more to the man than met the eye. The proof, afterall, was sitting across the clearing with his head bowed and his jaw locked.

Wherever they had been keeping the omega, they must have released him for the party. Most probably because of Steve’s searching gaze, he made no secret of his desire to see the boy. He knew Alpha Stark was nervous, could smell the faintest hint of fear sweat, and visibly see the way the Alpha’s pulse fluttered in his neck. Steve was used to making others uncomfortable even when he wasn't trying. It wasn't something he was particularly proud of. And he certainly wasn't trying now, but it was hard to hide his natural dominance. It’s why he actively avoided the other Alpha’s gaze. He could have hidden it better, and had in the past, but his wolf was clearly agitated and Steve’s control more tenuous than usual.

So when Anthony had finally made his way through the throng of shifters and headed toward that ruffian Brock, Steve had all but bristled in agitation. Something that didn't go unnoticed by the elder Stark.

“Ah, yes. I must thank you again for returning my son to me. I’m afraid he had a bit of…what do they call them? Ah, the mating jitters.”

Steve turned his head slowly toward the other Alpha, tearing his gaze away from Anthony who was now being pulled down forcefully onto Brock’s lap. He could hear the sharp barks of laughter coming from the group of shifters across the way as the young omega was manhandled onto Brock’s knee. Could see the glint of triumph in the poor-excuse-for-an-alpha’s eyes as they boldly met his gaze. As if Steve didn't have the ability to send him crashing to his knees with just a look. As if he couldn't, or wouldn't, separate his head from his shoulders if given the merest provocation to do so. The nasty smirk that curled on Brock’s lip as his hands fell to the omega’s waist, pressing down, making the boy grind himself against his knee had his hackles raising. There was a familiarity there, in his touch. A claiming that did not go unnoticed by Steve. Or Steve’s wolf, for that matter.

It made the beast inside of him snarl. Steve closed his eyes for a moment, knowing they would be glowing with his wolf. Such a loss of control - it wasn't typical for him by any means. He forced his clenched fingers to relax, his jaw to loosen. Took a deep breath through his nose and released it slowly.

“Mating jitters?” Steve questioned, proud of how calm his voice was. Downright mild, as a matter of fact.

“Yes, Anthony is to be mated to my second, Brock, tomorrow. He’s still young, full of fanciful ideas, and doesn't yet realize that this is what is best for him.”

“Mating within the pack is rather unusual, Alpha Stark. You believe this… Brock to be what is best for him?” Steve’s voice was painfully mild.

Alpha Stark turned to him with a tight smile. “Yes, there are very few wolves I would trust more with my son. It is what is best for both him and, in the long run, this pack. Anthony is my only son, my only child. Our pack has,” Howard paused with a soft hum of thought “traditional values. The Starks have been the leaders of this pack for countless generations. With Anthony as Brock’s mate, the Stark bloodline will continue.” Howard chuckled softly, his rueful tone rubbing Steve the wrong way. “I know that Anthony wants to leave. Explore the world. Perhaps find a mate outside of our borders. His mating to Brock will give this pack a stability that our wolves desperately need during these turbulent times.”

Steve arched an eyebrow. “You mean the war?”

Howard nodded, taking a long pull from his tankard. “The war indeed. The Starkland pack has found itself in a…somewhat precarious position. Our weapons and craftsmanship are renowned and we are quickly making a name for ourselves across all of the Northern territories.”

Steve nodded as Howard met his gaze boldly.

“We have to be very careful. There are those who would try to take what we have painstakingly built here over the course of several generations. They are threatened by our success and want it for themselves. We, of course, intend to remain neutral but there are whispers of discontent. Threats at our borders. There are those who would stop us from supplying their enemies with our weapons.” Howard leaned back, fingers spread wide, lips pressed into a grim line.

“It makes my wolves nervous. It makes me nervous. This pack needs stability, but it also needs strong allies. Allies that will stop the threat at our borders from taking over.”

Steve nodded slowly, a creeping, uncomfortable, suspicion forming in his gut.

“There isn't much I wouldn't offer such an ally.” Howard’s eyes had lost their earlier sparkle. The facade falling away to show the cunning animal beneath the mask. “Such an ally need only ask and their entire pack could be outfitted with our best weapons of war. Our best shields. Such an advantage could turn the tide in a battle, no?” Howard paused, his smile a bit hard, his tone mildly suggestive. Almost oily.

“What will it take to earn your protection, Alpha Rogers?”

So, he had been recognized. He shouldn’t be surprised. There weren’t many wolves alive with his level of dominance. Perhaps it was the shield, broken and in need of mending, that had shown his hand. Perhaps it was his stature, or his easy dominance. He was not ignorant to the rumors that surrounded him and his pack. Whatever the reason, the clever Alpha Stark had recognized him.

Steve leaned back, a look of solemn contemplation on his face, despite the way his wolf snapped and snarled on the inside. He didn't want to be allies with this shifter, with this pack. And Howard wasn't asking for his protection from other packs, though Steve was sure that would be a bonus, he was asking for protection from Steve’s pack. Which, if the Starkland pack had been on the up and up, he would have never needed to worry about.

Steve didn't make it a habit to go after innocent shifters. He went after the rotten, cancerous, packs that bullied, beat, and killed their pack members. Sometimes it was as simple as switching out the Alpha of the pack. Sometimes the whole pack had to be put down. Steve didn't relish it.

There were good shifters here, shifters who didn't deserve to die because their leader was a morally corrupt bastard. How could he protect this man? This pack?

But then his gaze was drawn over toward that damnable omega again. The one who haunted his thoughts. The one who had pulled him out of that river, breathed life back into his lungs. That fierce little creature had saved his life and Steve owed him a debt of gratitude.

If he were being truly honest with himself, he owed the little omega more than that.

It was Steve, after all, that had driven the omega back from the border and into the waiting arms of his abusers. Steve looked over, across the clearing, to see that the omega was facing him now, perched awkwardly on Brock’s knee, the curtain of his hair hiding his expressive eyes from view. But Steve didn't need to see the omega’s face to know that he was humiliated. It was there in the tight line of his body, in the way his shoulders seemed to curl in on themselves, the way his fingers bit into his own thighs. The omega’s lips were pressed into a thin line, pulling down at the corners, even as a bright flush crawled up his neck and into his cheeks. Brock had one hand on the boy’s hip, making him grind down on his knee like a bitch in heat, while the other hand had worked its way beneath the omega’s shirt. In front of a group of their peers. Brock was making the boy debase himself, to rut against his leg in a mimicry of a sex act. He had his lips pressed to the omega's ear, no doubt whispering awful things if the way Anthony flinched was any indication.

What was worse, in Steve’s opinion, was that there were guffaws coming from that group of wolves. As if the objectification and humiliation of the pack omega was somehow hilarious. Normal and expected, even. That his shame, his embarrassment, was something to relish.

Something hot, possessive, and wicked rose up inside of him then. His wolf did not like anyone touching what he considered to be his.

His? Well, shit.That was an uncomfortable realization for a number of reasons. But Steve didn't have long to dwell on it.

Anger was boiling in gut, frothing over and rising up his throat like acid. It took a considerable amount of effort not to burst up from his seated position and stalk across the clearing to whip the boy away from that brute. To tear into Brock’s throat with his fangs, to taste his blood on his tongue as the life faded away from the shifter’s eyes.

He turned back to the conversation at hand, his jaw set in a stubborn line.

“What would it take? Your Omega, for starters.”

for @princessdark20920 who requested an excerpt of what I was currently working on :P This chapter is gonna be a long one - clocking in at 12k words so far! It's almost done I swear! Maybe this weekend???

#fanfiction #stony fanfiction #omegaverse #sayah writes #excerpts

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cookiemom6067 · 7 months

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Chapter 5 of @sabrecmc's "Orbital Mechanics" is up!

#podfic #marvel #marvel mcu #marvel cinematic universe #steve/tony #stony #superhusbands #omegaverse

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sunnysideprincess · 1 year

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“Rampage”

Steve has only ever heard tall tales. On one side, of how feral Omegas are born from too much freedom, too much of outsider's touch and a weaker, submissive Alpha. He'd known those were nonsensical rumors to curb the fire that burned with Omega rights. On the other hand, some believed them to be made up stories. Feral Alphas were real and usual sightings, more often a result of an unexpected rutt. Cases reported for feral Omegas, however were two or three in a decade—mostly false. Sightings, none. Living witnesses, none.

Watching Tony crouch and growl at their guards, the limp body of his ward secure behind him, Steve thinks there's a reason for all of that. The bright red eyes, the fangs that ripped into the man's throat like tender meat and the putrid stench of death emanating from the generally cinnamon scented Omega—safe to say, no feral alpha would be any match for a feral Omega.

After, after it's done. After Harley blinks and calls out for his "mechanic". After, like a switch flipped, Tony grows limp and heavy, crawling towards the kid, dragged down by the foreign blood on his body and the still fading rampage. After Steve stares at the mangled corpses of the Hydra agents and lets out a soft chuckle.

"This sucks. No one's gonna believe me."

Tony looks at him, the residual red merging with his beautiful earthy hues. Steve wonders if he could remember it well to put it on a canvas.

"Sorry," Tony whispers, his voice hoarse as he cradles Harley close to his chest. "I'm sorry, but they hurt him-"

"They did. And they deserved what came to them for that."

The picture they paint—Steve recalls telling Tony about the man who wanted family, stability going into the ice. Thinking about Tony going feral for a child that isn't even his, bit by bit Steve thinks maybe that man is being revived. By the very person who stole his heart by flying a nuke to space.

#stevetony #abo verse #feral omega #omegaverse #a/b/o verse #stony #tony stark #omega tony stark #smitten steve #harleyson #harley keener #ficlet #mcu fic #mcu #steve rogers #bamf tony stark

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aurumacadicus · 9 days

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8? And please be happy🤞

"You're jealous, aren't you?"

Steve didn't turn from where he was staring out at the vast gardens behind the Stark mansion. He'd seen everyone's eyes dart to him after he'd shattered a champagne glass in his hand and then quickly dart away. Of course he was jealous. Everyone had been able to see it.

Everyone but Tony.

"If Tony had his way, he wouldn't have to put up with this yearly knot market," Jim said, stepping up beside him. He leaned his arms on the balcony railing and sighed, dropping his head so he could stretch his shoulders. "But, his parents came from a different time. His mom came from a different culture. And his board of directors thinks he needs to be controlled. So, he has to have these yearly courting balls if he wants to stay on everyone's good side."

"I thought things would have changed by now," Steve muttered darkly.

"Things have changed," Jim answered. "Tony has more rights now than he did when his parents died. Most of that is because he funded all the groups fighting for them. If he was anyone but Tony Stark, he could probably stop." He turned to give Steve a sharp look. "But he isn't. He's Tony Stark. People expect things from him. His yearly courting ball is on par with the Met Gala. Even if he got married, he'd still have to throw these stupid things."

Steve huffed, scowling. "It's still not right. Tony's a person, not a piece of meat."

Jim somehow looked even more annoyed. "Then fucking do something about it, Steve. He's been waiting for the right alpha for fucking decades."

"Why would he want me?" Steve asked, even as he stood up straight at the thought that Tony just might.

"Probably," Jim ground out, scowling at him. "Because you're not one of those alphas dogging him inside."

Steve blinked at him, mouth dropping open a little. Tony had always bitterly complained about many alphas following him around just for a chance at controlling something about him--his money, his company, his body. They wanted things about him, never the whole.

Steve wanted everything about him. But if he couldn't have it, he'd be okay just having Tony's heart.

"Was he waiting for me?" Steve asked, just to be sure.

Jim leaned back against the balcony and crossed his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow at him somehow... smugly? "I think Tony was waiting for someone who wondered if he'd be enough, instead of all those people who assumed they were."

Steve turned and headed for the door, not willing to wait a moment longer with the confirmation he'd gotten. Tony had waited long enough.

Besides. He didn't think he'd be allowed another drink if he kept breaking glasses in jealous frustration.

#aurumacadicus answers #definitely-nope #1-161 stony ficlet challenge #stony #omegaverse

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