#and he was supposed to be super lovey doves in the first part start showing cracks in the second and break in the third

[hg-deranged-edition]

My contribution to the Harringrove Relay Race! @akichania YOU ARE NEXT.

(WARNING FOR SUICIDAL IDEATION)

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He lay across from him, fast asleep at night. Eyes fluttering gently in his sleep, off in a dream Steve would never hear about. Chest rising steadily, breaths deep and even, with the lightest hint of a snore accompanying him. Steve couldn’t help himself, he extended his hand and lightly cupped his cheek, to feel it’s warmth. Hot, as Billy usually was during his slumber.

Ever the light sleeper, Billy’s eyes instantly snapped open, mind lagging behind. When recognition flashed across his face, his eyes softened and his lips curled into the slightest smile. Steve’s heart swelled at the love he found inside them, the vulnerability he found within both assuring and terrifying. Steve knew he couldn’t really help when Billy was in trouble.

Billy murmured a sound that was probably meant to be questioning, and Steve just hushed him, trying to coax him back to sleep. Maybe curl him up into his arms so that Billy couldn’t leave. Billy just grasped his hand and held onto it, terribly, terribly gentle. Affection Steve didn’t quite deserve or earn.

With great effort, Billy’s tired mind managed to collect enough coherence to ask “’Was wrong?” and Steve cursed himself for not being able to get himself together enough to save face in front of Billy.

He hadn’t been sleeping.

Couldn’t, really.

“I’m just,” he began, “I don’t. I don’t know. I’m sorry. I’m just kinda upset.” Billy’s hand tightened ever so slightly, brow twitching together in worry. He was quiet for a moment before muttering “You’re not ‘just upset.’ You never are.” he paused, looking deeply into his eyes, and Steve found it horrible that Billy knew him so intimately when he didn’t deserve someone so… well, whatever Steven is.

Incapable. Is probably the word he’s looking for.

“You don’t gotta tell me,” Billy began anew, “but you have to know I care, right? So like, I can listen to you, even if it doesn’t make sense, and only you know what you’re talkin’ about. Gotta repay the favor and everything, right?” Steve nodded, not quite trusting himself to talk. He found the way Billy looked at him unbearable; so imploring and kind. Defenceless. It’s a beauty that suited his face, really. Billy laid their hands betwixt them on the mattress, and Steve felt a lump form in his throat.

He wanted to get closer so bad. He wasn’t quite sure he could do that without crumbling.

Despite himself, Steve felt himself speak.

“I. I’m just, I’m so sorry, fuck, Billy. I’m fuckin- dumb as shit, slow and I can’t even see what’s right in front of me, and I can’t even take care of myself.”

Billy’s face saddened, and he crawled closer to Steve. “Steven. Steve no, don’t say that, baby. You know you’re not stupid, we’ve talked about this before.” Steve hiccuped at that, and his first tear fell. “No, no I’m just. I can’t help but feel it. Dad’s right, I’m fuckin stupid as shit, I can’t do shit and I can’t even get college. I don’t understand things even if they’re repeated to me a thousand times and I- I can’t even-” at that, Billy just smushed Steve’s face into his chest, and held onto him tightly. “I don’t know what you’re on about. Your dads the dumbass, not you. It’s not your fault the man can’t explain things right and then gets mad at you for his own mistakes.” Billy pressed a kiss atop his head.

Steve just weeped at that, because Billy didn’t understand. Steve’s failure was Billy.

He completely, and utterly, failed him. Didn’t recognize that Billy needed help until it was far too late- his body having received permanent damage already and only awaiting it’s final blow. He should have noticed- should have realized that something was wrong, not clutched on so tightly to his and Nancy’s joke of a relationship. Should have gotten his head out of his ass and seen the reality in front him instead of being so damn hung up.

Because Billy was dead now. And Steve would never get him back, no matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he turned the past over in his mind.

Billy was still shushing him, arms crushing him as he only wailed harder. Couldn’t seem to be able to stop himself from crying, either, judging by the wetness seeping into Steve’s hair.

“I don’t understand,” he whispered, “baby, why are you acting this way?” His hand was petting through Steve’s hair, a thousand gentle, repeated kisses gifted like they could ease the hurt away. Steve’s head hurt from crying, the sheer force of his sobs giving him vertigo. The last time he cried that hard was a week into the future, and for this past body, it was when he was 9 years old and begging his parents to stay back home.

Eventually, Steve managed to calm back down. Belatedly he noticed that Billy had been patting his back and murmuring a lullaby. One he realized was probably among the last few remnants of his mother’s love. “Thank you,” he muttered, “for everything.” His throat was hoarse. Billy just kept singing with a slightly pained look on his face. He closed his eyes and feigned sleep.

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When Billy’s breaths evened out and his arms loosened, Steve opened his eyes again listlessly. And did nothing. For hours.

He was tired. So fucking tired. From crying, from watching but too afraid to really touch. He was promised an eternity with his love. He couldn’t wait for it to be over.

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He felt himself begin to slip away, eyes unfocusing through their drought. He’d probably wake up again in a moment, beholding a sleeping Billy from the start all over again. Maybe he’d be too exhausted to keep up any facade of humanity, maybe Billy would curl into him and he’d shatter all over again. Maybe he’d just observe. Silent.

In the beginning, he’d really thought he only wanted this, this last moment with Billy, for all eternity. Now he understands that this stagnant memory was never what he truly wanted from Billy. Sure, he’d wanted one last embrace with the love of his life, not for closure, though. No, never for closure. The mere thought of it repulsed him.

No, he wanted to continue on with Billy. He’d only made a pathetic display of humility, a request born from fallacy. He wanted to wake up together, light streaming from the curtains, feel the warmth of morning. Wanted to get up and bake and make coffee and crack shitty jokes with the guy. Wanted to tangle his hand in his hair and feel disgust when it came back greasy. Wanted to live a life with the fucker.

This wasn’t a life shared together. It was anything but. It was a mockery of their love, the epitome of their shared fatal flaw. It was Billy desparate for Steve to open up, to tell him what’s wrong, and Steve’s throat closing up, locking down. It was Steve getting exhausted from asking where Billy got all his bruises from, only to be met with aggression. It was Billy being on the verge of crying when Steve still held onto the agony from his last relationship and couldn’t focus on Billy’s love.

And, a few days into the future, it would be Steve not recognizing that Billy was acting wrong. That his cold demeanor was caused by more than just a petty argument.

This, this situation, was sleeping with a cooling corpse. Getting lulled back into sleep every time panic ripped through his central nervous system. Being mocked with the face of his lover caring for him, when his own care wasn’t sufficient enough. By god, he should have picked Billy up long ago, thrown him onto the backseat and driven far, far away from here. To hell with everyone else.

But it was too late now, sin rooted too deep into his foundations. This was all he had left.

He sunk his fingers deeper into Billy’s, lashes fluttering lethargically. He should be grateful. Death doesn’t feel so permanent when the star of the funeral was right next to him. Most people yearned for this moment right here, no matter how grotesque.

Still, he couldn’t wait to be dead.

Feeling Billy’s pulse thudding against his skin, Steve sunk back into sleep, hoping to dream of tomorrow before he woke up again.

#billy hargrove #harringrove #steve harrington #stranger things #billy x steve #drabble #harringrove relay race #once more imagine they are t4t and I simply did not elaborate #this was originally supposed to be part of a larger fic btw describing Steve looping through waking up at least 2 times before this and #slowly revealing the true circumstances he was in #and he was supposed to be super lovey doves in the first part start showing cracks in the second and break in the third #but in the end I lost the internal mapping I had for that version. now we have this one #this wasn’t what I was originally gonna post btw I was gonna post art but that one struggled with me too hard. ok bye!!! #suicidal thoughts tw

[sherrybaby14]

Who Am I? Part 15

Words: 4000 Warnings: None (plot chapter), but overall this is a NONCON/RAPE story. Please do not read if this offends.

RECAP:  You’re a scientist working for Bruce Banner in Stark tower, when Loki (who is being transported to a temporary prison in Stark Tower) points out that you’re an omega.  In this omegaverse when omega’s present at 16 they go to private homes until they come of age and can choose an alpha.  When you were 14 you created a pill that blocked your design but it did not work on the Asgardians.  Thor confirms Loki’s determination.  If anyone is caught harboring an omega it would be a serious crime.  Your age (never mentioned, but you’re over 18 and have a PhD) freaks Tony out that he’s going to get into trouble. He isolates you until he figures out what to do, since it’s technically on Bruce.              Steve Rogers is offended that you would hide the fact you’re an omega since they’re rare.  He goes to talk to you about it but you’ve been without your pills for a day and are starting to show.  You get upset and his alpha instincts kick in and he engages in non-con sex with you, after it’s done he feels awful but you’re super happy.  Then four hours later you freak out calling him a rapist, another round of non-con and then you’re happy again.  Figure out that his sperm moves along your detoxing from the pills. So you have to bang every four hours or you will revert back to hating him, not wanting to be an omega.  This proves too demanding so he brings in Bucky to help out.              Now you’re adjusting to the two alphas and are totally fine any happy as long as one of them bangs you every 8 hours or so (It’s been a few weeks, approximately 6).  Bruce was angry at Steve, but you promised him your were happy and he backed down. They left you for a mission, you almost killed yourself trying to run away, but they got you and another bout of non-con made you lovey doves again and they realized they needed to pamper you a little.  You had a fancy date with Steve and a fancy date with Bucky.  (Both inside Stark tower since nobody can know they have an unclaimed omega).  The side effects of the pills have made it impossible for them to claim you, but you can feel it wearing off. You’re concerned because you want them both but nobody knows if one omega can be claimed by two alphas (very little research done on omegas since they’re so rare).   In this omegaverse omegas are not mistreated, just their nature is docile/submissive and you wanted to fight your nature, weren’t scared of being abused or anything.  The big question here is are you normal on the pills or are you normal being sexed all the time by the alphas, essentially who are you? Which version of yourself is real?

~~~~ You felt like you were floating when you walked back into your apartment.  How could life be this good?  Bucky gave you a wink as the grin spread across his face large enough to match your own.  

“You look dazed sweetheart.” He brought your hand to his mouth and pressed his lips against your fingers.  

“Dazed is a good word.” You laughed. “The past two days have been unreal.”   “Our girl deserved all the attention on her.” He pulled you closer to him and you hugged your arms around his waist. “And it’s not over yet.  Yesterday was Steve, today was me, and tomorrow will be the three of us.”

You flushed with excitement, hoping that a day with both of them would turn into an evening with both of them.  

“Look at you, acting all shy.” His hand went under your chin and tilted your head up. “Is my omega having some dirty thoughts?”  

“It amazes me how you can do that, sense what I’m thinking.” You tilted your head and stared further into his baby blues.  

His eyes danced around your face, reading your features. You sensed a dip in his mood.

“What’s wrong?” You frowned.

“Wow.” The grin came spreading back. “Look who is starting to read her alpha.”  

“How was the pool?” Steve broke your attention and you turned towards your other partner as he walked down the stairs.  

“We missed you.”  Bucky dropped his arm, encouraging you to greet Steve.  

You had no problem following his request as the blond approached you.  You went up on your tiptoes to give him a kiss hello, but his arms went under your rear and he lifted you in the air, his lips crashing against yours in the process.  His mouth parted and you welcomed his tongue into your own, sending tingles down your entire body.  This was much better than the tiny peck you were expecting.  

“I take it you had a productive day?” Bucky asked.  

“Very.” Steve pulled away, and pressed his forehead to yours, not putting you down just yet.  

“Did you find out?”  Your heart skipped a beat.  “Is it possible? The double claim?”  

A huge grin spread across Steve’s face as he started to nod.  Your heart felt so full you thought it was going to burst.  

“How? What do we have to do?”  Bucky approached and put a hand on your back.  

“We have to wait.” Steve set you down on the ground.

“I feel more like an omega each day.” You brought your hands to your neck. “I’ll be able to receive the bites soon.”

“Not just for that.” Steve walked over to the kitchen and you and Bucky both followed. “There’s two theories. Bucky why don’t you tell her what you found out yesterday?”

“Yesterday?” You knew they were looking into it, but you assumed he would have shared any information with you.  

“I spoke with a professor of human behavior who emphasized her studies on omegas.” Bucky pulled out a stool.  “I really hope Steve got better information that I did.”

The dark haired man gave the blond haired man a look.  It was obvious Bucky’s information may upset you, but Steve didn’t seem worried.  

“Theoretically it is possible. But the two alphas would have to bite at the exact same nano-second.  If one got in first, even slightly it would take over, leaving the second in the dust.” He ran his hand down his chin. “The statistics were something more than one-in-a-million.”

“Oh.” You wished they kept that bit of information from you.  Your own research made it very clear that once a claim took hold you would only have eyes for the one.  Probably to the point that even being in the same room as the other would bother you.  Omegas were loyal, and claimed omegas even more so.  

You glanced at Bucky who looked heart broken.  You tried your best to force a smile.  

“Maybe we’re one-in-a-million.”  It already felt that way, with how good they treated you, but you knew those odds meant it was probably not worth the risk.  

If neither of them claimed you, what did that mean?  Both of them had already tried out of instinct alone.  When the pills wore off it would be impossible. And you wanted the claim too.  How many times during the last few weeks had you thrown your neck back? Practically begging for it.  Your thoughts paused, no practically about it.  You were begging for it.  Your heart started to sink.

“Cheer up, both of you.”  Steve smacked his hands together and leaned forward on the counter. “I had some better news.  I spoke with a physician, who specializes in omegas.  He’s the on-call for every omega house in the New York area.”

“Alright, you’ve increased the tension enough.” Bucky was losing patience. “Spill.”

“I was far from the first alpha to bring this up to him.  In fact, it’s government regulated one alpha per omega, it was part of the omega rights bill in the 70s, when things changed and the omega houses came into play.” Steve grinned from ear-to-ear.  “Some politicians want to change the law, especially the alpha ones, but it’s very controversial because they don’t want to force omegas into polyamorous relationships.

“But during an intense heat, an unclaimed omega’s needs take over, and the need for a mate is so intense that hypothetically speaking those odds drop from one in a million, to one in one.”  

“What?” Your jaw dropped, you never read anything like that in any of your research.  

“He swore me to secrecy.  The stronger the heat, the more open the omega will be to accepting bonds.  He guessed they can handle up to ten alphas, and be receptive to all of them.”  

“Grrr.”  Your heard snapped to Bucky, his eyes flashed with anger.  

“There won’t be a third.” Steve’s features hardened as he locked eyes with Bucky, who was clenching his fists.  

“No.” You put out both of your hands and gripped each of theirs. “Just us. Always.”  

Bucky seemed to soften.  Tears started to form in your eyes and the overwhelming happiness.  You were terrified of going into heat, knowing it was supposed to be painful at first.  Since you’d taken the pills from such a young age when your first one came on it was likely going to be so intense, the literature you read made you think you might risk a stroke unless you had an alpha right away.  

“Maybe it is fate.” You glanced between the two of them. “When my heat comes, it’s going to be rough.  But that will make it even easier for me to handle both of you.”  

A soft smile formed on Steve’s face as he rounded the counter and came over to you. His hand slid up your chin as he tilted your head back, his eyes locking with yours.  

“I had the same thought.” His gaze dropped to your lips and his head lowered.  

His kiss didn’t have the same urgency as before.  Now it was soft, as his plump lips worked against your own.  Your hair was swept to the side as Bucky began kissing your neck, his arms wrapping around your front.  You let out a moan, as both of your alphas pushed against you.  

The other night they took you at the same time out of necessity, but you wanted it again without the urgency, wanted to feel both of the rubbing your skin, touching you, pumping you at the same time.  You brought your arms up and ran your fingers through their hair, scratching lightly down the back of their heads.  

“Mmmmm.” Steve was the first to pull away.  

You looked up at him as you let out a whimper.  It only intensified as Bucky lifted his head from your neck. Confusion flooded your senses.  You didn’t biologically need either of them for at least another seven hours, but right now you NEEDED both of them.  

“Calm down Doll.”  Steve tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “You have no idea how hard it is to put this on ice.”  

His choice of euphemism made you taken aback.  Bucky laughed and you turned towards him, giving him a playful slap on the arm.  

“We have a special treat for you tonight.”  Steve slipped his hand into yours and started pulling you towards the stairs.  

“Mmmm.” You licked your lips.  

“Not that kind of treat Doll.”  Bucky whispered in your ear.

You let out a whine.  Steve shook his head as he walked you towards Bucky’s room.  

“I said I wanted you to help redecorate.” The dark haired alpha spoke as the blond opened the door to the room.

When you walked inside it was still the same padded walls.  You glanced at Bucky with a confused look on your face while Steve led you to the closet.  When he opened it up you gasped.  

Women’s clothing hung on the racks.  Steve started spreading them and you realized they looked familiar.  They were all pieces of clothing you tried on yesterday.  

“Are they real?”  You were scared to touch them.

“One hundred percent.”  They were beautiful, designer.  Not that you cared about that, but the sentiment wasn’t lost on you.  “Tony’s AI wouldn’t be in our closet.”  

“But that’s not the surprise.”  Bucky leaned forward, putting his hands on your shoulders as he whispered in your ear.  

Steve pulled out a navy blue dress with black stripes on the sides.  It was one of your favorites from yesterday.  

“I think you should wear this tonight.” He raised his lip in a half smile.  

“Wear it where?”  You reached out and touched the fabric.

You had been living in their clothes, mainly oversized t-shirts for weeks.  Feeling the satin of the fabric, at item that was meant for a woman, made your fingers tingle.  You hadn’t realized how much you were craving at item of your own.  

“Tony’s penthouse.” Steve dropped the smirk.  “I don’t want you to get too excited.  There’s only going to be a few of us.”  

“What?”  

“Thor is in town.”  Bucky moved the bottom rack and there were multiple pairs of women’s shoes. You were grateful they weren’t all heels. “So we’re going to Tony’s for drinks.  It will be us, him, Natasha, Tony, Clint, and Bruce.”  

“Dr. Banner will be there?”   The last time you saw anyone who wasn’t one of your alpha’s was Bruce’s visit.  That didn’t go over swimmingly, but the thought of your former boss made you twinge.  You always got along and you did miss your discussions on genetics.  

“Not sure how I feel about that…maybe call him Bruce?” Steve raised an eyebrow.

“What? You want her to call you Mr. Rogers?” Bucky laughed.  

You knew it was meant to lighten the mood, but the tears returned to your eyes.  

“What’s wrong?”  Steve touched your shoulders.  

“You’re both so good to me…” You turned so you were sideways between them.  “Even after how horrible I was the other night.”

“Hey…” Steve pulled you in.

“Shhh.”  Bucky followed and rubbed your back again.  

“We’re far from perfect Doll.”  Steve kissed the top of your head.

“But maybe we’re perfect for each other,” Bucky added.  

“I don’t know anything about girly stuff, but I also ordered a ton of soaps, lotions, make-up, hairspray.”  Steve backed away. “Why don’t you go get ready? Pamper yourself.  We have to be up there in two hours.”  

“I don’t know anything about that stuff either.” You laughed as you wiped away the tear.  

“Well go explore Ms. Scientist.”  Bucky patted your ass. “If you don’t want to use any of it don’t, you certainly don’t need it.”  

You appreciated the compliment, but truthfully you sort of wanted to play around a little bit.  The idea of getting extra pretty for your alphas warmed your core, almost as much as their thoughtful gifts to you.

~~~ The heel made your leg tremble.  You played with the make-up enough that you barely had any on, but it did eventuate you eyes. Your hair was down, not really having enough time or knowledge on how to style it, but you were interested in trying again.  Maybe the next afternoon it was solo time instead of reading about omegas your would see what you could do with the different curling irons.  But the heels, they were too much.  

You went with your initial instincts and slid on the pair of black flats.  The dress was fancy enough you didn’t need heels.  Bucky’s door wasn’t locked and you held your breath as you opened it.  Your alphas were chatting at the bottom of the stairs, each of them in a dress shirt and tie.  Steve noticed you first and the look he gave you almost made your heart stop.  

Bucky’s gaze followed and his mouth hung open.  You turned away, trying to hide the smile as you walked down.  

“I didn’t think you could get more beautiful.”  Steve held out his hand for you as you reached the bottom. “But every time I see you I’m proven wrong.”  

“Something is missing.”  Bucky reached into his pocket when you landed on the final step.  

He brought out a little black box and flipped it open.  There was a silver necklace inside.  It was a flat heart pendant.  Simple, but stunning.  

“Do you like it?” He asked.  

You touched it and nodded.  It was perfect for you.  The chain was long enough you could wear it every day.  Depending on your outfit it would either look fancy or casual.  You couldn’t wait to get it on.  You lifted your hair, hoping he would drape it over your neck himself.  

“Wait.” He pushed your hand down. “Read the back.”  

You didn’t hesitate to flip over the charm.  There were four letters, but together they made you gasp.  You looked up at Bucky first.  

“Y/N.” He started to pull the necklace out. “I love you.”  

“Y/N.” Steve brushed your cheek, turning your attention to him. “I love you.”  

Your lip trembled as you started to speak, your voice caught in your throat.  

“This isn’t fair.”  You tried to blink away the tears as you shook your head.

Both alphas paused, clearly not expecting this response.  

“I put this stuff on my eyes and then you want to make me cry it all off.” You gave a small laugh. “Then you’re going to say that to me, but won’t let me drag you both up to the bed.”  

The concern melted away from both of them.  Bucky pulled the necklace out as Steve lifted you hair.  

“Pretend we didn’t say it.” Steve smiled. “I wanted to wait until tomorrow…”

“But I couldn’t wait that long.” Bucky put the necklace on you. “I’ve been dying to say it for awhile now.  I wouldn’t wait any more.”  

“I don’t want to wait any longer either.”  You looked at both of them.  “Let’s skip the party and stay here.  Please,  I want to hear those words all night, and say them back to both of you.”  

Steve eyed Bucky and you looked between them.  You sensed that the blond was about to crack.  You locked eyes with him.  

“Please.  Let’s stay here.  I’d rather it be just the three of us.”  You touched his cheek.  

“Sorry Doll.”  Bucky spun you around.  “You were too excited about going out tonight.  You deserve it.  We can wait a few hours.  Then it will be just the three of us all night.”  

You sighed in disappointment, but Bucky leaned down and pushed his lips against yours, giving you a light kiss.  You moved your hand behind his neck and tried to pull him in, but he just laughed as he broke the embrace.  

“I think our eager omega can hold herself off for a few hours.”  He bit his lip. “Besides, you haven’t said it back yet.  Keep us on our toes for a little bit.”   “I think we deserve that.” Steve added as he folded his hand into yours.  “They’re expecting us, all of us.”  

He walked towards the elevator and you went along, still feeling like you were floating.  It was unreal, how was this your life?  

“Now they all know about us, not everything of course.” Steve hit the button and the elevator opened. “But they know we’re all a couple, and we can’t claim you because of the pills.  There won’t be another alpha there. You can be yourself, but maybe…”

“Don’t mention the DNA requirements.”  Bucky finished. “They might not go over so well.”  

It made you sick to your stomach thinking what your alphas went through to see to your needs, the horrible things you had called them.  

“I’m not eager to bring those us either.”  You were so distracted by the necklace you didn’t realize your nerves were growing at meeting the rest of the boys’ team.  “Promise me something?”

You looked at both of them.  

“Don’t leave me alone tonight?” You were serious. “One of you will always be with me?”

It was a small group, but until you were claimed by both you didn’t want any solo experiences.  

“Never.” Steve brought your hand up and kissed it.  

You sighed in relief.  Then closed your eyes and shook your shoulders in an attempt to loosen up.  After all, this was supposed to be fun.  

~~~ Fun was the wrong adjective.  Whirlwind was more like it.  There were only five extra people in the room, but it felt like fifty.  From the moment you stepped out of the elevator everyone was so nice to you.  You didn’t think you’d spoken two words, but that didn’t stop the family vibes being sent your way.  

“And then he said ‘purple’.” Thor could barely get the punchline out without laughing.  

You cackled at the joke, sitting on the couch between Bucky and Steve.  Neither of which ever left your side.  

“Hey Rogers, your up to play bartender.” Tony shook his glass at Steve. “I bet you make a mean old fashioned.”  

“OoooooOoo,” the room erupted at Tony’s dig.

Steve smiled as he looked over your head at Bucky.  You followed the glance and saw your other alpha nudge his head.  Steve rose and took Tony’s glass.  Thor and Clint followed.  

“Having fun Doll?” Bucky whispered in your ear.  

Before you could respond the empty seat next to you was filled by Dr. Banner.  

“Oh here we go.” Natasha rolled her eyes.  “Whatever Bruce has to say don’t listen, he’s just threatened because he’s not the smartest person in the room.”  

You felt your cheeks grow warm at her remark, but before you could speak she popped up and joined the men at the bar, leaving you, Bucky, and Dr. Banner.  

“Ignore her.” Bruce moved back on the couch. “I know you’re the smartest person in the room Y/N.”

“You don’t have to say that.”  You leaned back into Bucky, not wanting to upset your alphas by being too close to another man.  

“It’s true.  I had my doubts, but um, I can admit when I’m wrong.”  Bruce wasn’t talking about who was smarter than who anymore.  “You seem very happy, and I am happy for you.”  

“Thank you.”  Bucky’s grip on your shoulder relaxed.  

You loved being able to read your alphas.  It was becoming more and more natural.  The way you leaned into him for assurance, the way he protected you, even though there was no threat.  Loved.  Love.  You couldn’t wait until you could say that word to him without fear, when it was the three of you alone.  

Bruce looked at you, like he was going to add more, but his mouth closed and he shook his head.

“I’ve got nothing.” He shrugged.  “I wish I did, but I still hope when things are settled you come back to the lab.”  

“Oh she will.” Bucky rubbed your shoulder. “If she wants to that is.”  

Your grin was so large you looked down.  Once the claim was in place you could go back to work.  You didn’t think you would do the eighty hours a week you were working before,  but you missed your microscope.  

“I’ve got an idea for a game.”  Thor stood between the two groups and tossed his hammer in the air.  “Who thinks they can lift Mjorn?”  

He caught the last flip and then set it on the ground.  

“I think the mighty Hulk should go first?”  The Demi-god was clearly up to something.  

You didn’t think Dr. Banner would go along, but then he popped up from the couch and went to the handle.  It didn’t even budge.  

“How about the little lady friend of our super soldiers? Y/N want to give it a go?”  You didn’t think he could be any more charming.  

You started to shake your head no, when Bucky pushed you upward.

“Come on Y/N..give it a try!”  Everyone started chiming in.  

Not wanting to be a downer you walked over and grabbed the hammer.  You tried to pull, but it made the idea of lifting a skyscraper look easy.  You let out a squeak and almost fell forward.  Both Bucky and Steve ran towards you.

“OoooOOoo.” The rest of the group started teasing.  

“Maybe the two soldiers should try together?”  Thor taunted.  

You held your arms open and backed away towards the bar.  

“What a sassy omega.” An arm wrapped around your waist. “Did I mention I like her?”

Natasha was right next to you, holding you close.  You didn’t feel the least bit threatened and nodded to the two of them. Almost certain they could lift the hammer together.  She kept moving backwards and you went with her, not wanting to get in the way if they failed.  

“Alright, lets try to hold it like a baseball bat.  Like I taught you.”  Buck looked at Steve.  

“You taught me?” He gave a playful shove. “More like you tried to teach me.”  

“Yeah yeah yeah, we get it.” Tony walked over. “Both of you were there when the sport was invented.  Don’t distract, we know you can’t lift it.”  

“So what’s it like?” Natasha asked you under her breath. “Being with the both of them?”  

You looked at her, not expecting the question or the diversion.  

“I don’t mean to pry, but they are so crazy about you.”  She dropped her arm and grabbed a bottle from the bar, pouring herself a drink.  “All I hear is Y/N, Y/N, Y/N.  They fight about you sometimes, but never over you.  I think it’s really romantic.”  

“I’m lucky.”  You watched as they continued to strategize, without actually trying. “Most alphas wouldn’t put up with me, especially after what I did…taking those pills.”  

“You’re a genius for knowing how to make them in the first place.”  Natasha swirled her drink. “And those two knuckleheads are softees, they need a strong woman like you.”  

Her compliment made your heart hurt.  After everything you had put them through, they were such nice guys.  The good guys.  Better than the average alpha and you still reacted in such a way that had made them do horrible things.

“I didn’t mean to upset you sweetie.”  Natasha spun away from the hammer scene.  

You thought it would be rude not to follow and turned away as well, propping your elbows on the bar.  

“Do you want a drink?”  She started to pour herself another.

You shook your head, not wanting to know if alcohol would affect your recovery.  They were all being so nice to you, Natasha especially.  Even though you weren’t talkative you felt the need to start some form of conversation, one that didn’t revolve around yourself.

“Why is Thor in town?  I thought he was from some alien plan…”. CRASH.

You spun around, thinking maybe your alphas had lifted his hammer, your heart ready to burst with pride.  Instead all you saw was dust in the air.  Natasha’s arm struck out across you stomach, moving you behind her.  

There wasn’t enough time to panic.  Not really.  Even in the haze both Steve and Bucky turned towards you.  Thor started to push them away to grab Mjorn, and Tony hit a button on his wrist.  The suit started to unfold.  But then you were gone.  

Were you in your head?  You shut your eyes and then forced them open again as you struggled to take in a breath.  It felt like you were traveling at a thousand miles per hour.  Your head spun as the world filled with navy blue, a tight belt squeezing your side.  

“Breath darling, you’re no good to me dead.”  The voice was familiar, but you could place it.  

You turned your head forward.  It wasn’t navy blue or a belt.  It was an arm gripping you and it was a deep forest green, trimmed in gold.  You didn’t listen to the voice and the lack of oxygen started to make your vision fuzzy.  

“Probably a better idea.” The arm increased the pressure around your midsection.

The forest green turned to black as consciousness left you.  Your final thought of your alphas.      

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