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Cruel Summer (Chapter 2)

Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Female Reader

Summary: It's a normal day for Alpha Steven Grant Rogers.

Well, if you don't count the fact that his childhood friend and best pal James Buchanan Barnes is currently on trial for his crimes as the Winter Soldier. Paired with his responsibilities as an Avenger, there's a lot on his plate.

Until he meets you by chance in an elevator.

You're just trying to figure this new world out after being frozen for forty years. You're hoping for a fresh new start. A new normal.

And then you meet Steve.

Life can't get worse... right?

Chapter Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, mentions of medical injuries, Hydra, sexual tension between Steve and the Reader, past mentions of an alcohol/drug abuse, past mentions of physical abuse and domestic violence, feelings of loneliness, elder child syndrome, vaginal fingering, and mild sprinkles of Possessive!Steve.

Additional Notes: I can’t even with myself. This chapter turned out to be wayyyyy longer than I thought it would be. My muse sorta just ran wild with this one. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy! I had tremendous fun writing this one.

As always, apologies for any writing mistakes!

And as always, if you’d like to read chapter two of this fic on my AO3, you can read it here.

Word Count: 7961

Steve was still watching you even after you had managed to find a room for Bucky.

He watched as you instructed Clint and Natasha to lay the other Alpha down onto the bed, and asked if Bucky could take off his own shirt. When the brunet shook his head no, you slowly took off his blood-soaked shirt yourself.

A deeply pained noise came from Natasha. It seemed like someone had stabbed Bucky with a shard of glass in his stomach, and now there were little pieces that needed to be dug out.

You let out a soft sigh.

This would take a while.

“Keep laying there, James. I will need to get my things in order to take out the glass.” he heard you say.

So, left to lay there on the bed, Bucky tried to desperately look up at the white ceiling, ignoring how bright the lights in the room were. It was definitely giving him whiplash.

“What happened, Yasha?” he heard Natasha whisper to him. Craning his eyes over, he managed to look over at the redhead. “Someone tried getting into a fight with me at the County Jail,” he sighed. “I knocked them out, but they managed to get me with the glass, and the bullets in my shoulder were from a security guard.”

“Security guards have guns now? Since when?” Clint’s surprised, but a low hiss caught Natasha and Bucky’s attention. Clint and Natasha continued to squabble back and forth in Russian, much to Bucky’s amusement.

Steve had found himself walking inside, just as you had come back, nearly all of your tools at the ready.

Choosing to ignore the squabbling Mated Pair, you pulled up the rolling stool, which you found that you liked. Call it a childish thought, but you liked rolling around in it.

“My cousin will have to look over your arm to see if anything is amiss, James,” you informed him as you grabbed your tweezers. Switching to Russian, just like how Clint and his former student were doing, in order to not garner any suspicion, you heard Bucky begin speaking.

“Your cousin works here too, huh?” Bucky sounded amused. You, being you, just rolled your eyes in a nice old-fashioned way of saying that you weren’t being hurtful. “Yeah. She is. She works as an engineer.” You answered him seeing the corners of his lips beginning to twitch upwards into a smile. “You enjoyin’ your work so far?” he questioned. “It pays me well, so…” you were openly shrugging, causing Bucky to chuckle deeply, despite the pain. You managed to take out a few more pieces. The glass was small, and he twinged a little.

“Stay still, James.” Steve heard you speak in English. He knew Clint and Romanov were still bickering in Russian. It was how they showed their love. He had no idea what they were arguing about, but whatever it was, it probably wasn’t all that important.

But what really gave him the whiplash was how fluent you were in Russian. He knew that Bucky spoke Russian. After staying in Siberia for so many years before his handlers had given him to Alexander Pierce, he had a sinking suspicion that his old pal was probably fluent in another language.

You though?

He was surprised. Adamantly surprised. His Alpha stirred within him, that deep primal part inside of him, growling at the thought of you and Bucky being so close. You were smiling at him, and he was smiling at you, too!

It made that horrible sinking feeling come back. For a moment, he thought that the two of you knew each other. Maybe you two had met before? You seemed so carefree around him.

However, Steve didn’t have time to dwell on these dark thoughts, because then you were talking. To him. “Captain Rogers?” your voice floated in the room. It was like a light at the end of a tunnel. It brought him back. Made him screw his head back on. Made him focused again. “Can you come here for a second please?”

He was walking. He was walking even before he even knew what the hell he was doing. Heavy footsteps made their way towards you as you looked at him. Somehow, you had put on your face mask. The light blue surgical mask was snug, the white cotton perfectly and happily situated behind your ears. Handing him the plate of broken glass colored with red, his hands brushed over yours.

One could call it a weird feeling, the way you reacted when it happened.

Almost immediately, you felt like seizing up. An electrical current swept through you. If possible, your eyes might have even widened like an anime character in shock. Or surprise. Either or worked really well at this point.

“Can you get my sewing kit too? I think I forgot it in my office… oh… here’s the key. My office should be straight down. On your left. Fourth door.” You informed him, your gloved hands grabbing your lanyard around your neck, which had your keys hanging on it. Procuring it off of you, you handed your keys to him.

“Yes ma’am.” Steve’s response had your skin tingling. Your Omega was purring, and you desperately wanted her to shut up before she got both of you in trouble because she was being a thirsty bitch.

Cause really, for reals, you did not need that shit right now.

You watched as Steve left the room, making sure to close the door behind him. It left you alone with Clint and Natasha, who, for some reason, had stopped their disagreement about security guards and guns.

“… You like him, don’t you?” Natasha smirked. You spluttered. “No!” You exclaimed, a little too quick for her taste.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

“Oh, she totally does.” Clint was nodding in complete and utter agreement as horror overtook your face. “I do not!” came your fiery protest. “I have sworn off dating, I’ll have you know!”

“Yeah? Then why did you go on a date last night with Steve?” Natasha raised an auburn eyebrow, a questioning look on her face.

You said nothing.

Still reeling in shock of how the hell she had known that.

“Come on. When he said he met someone who worked in Medical, I had my suspicions. But when Tony said it was one of the Omega cousins he hired when we were still at the Tower? I knew it was you.”

Still saying nothing, Natasha brought you into a hug. Clint stroked your hair like how a dad would, comforting you.

“Oh malen'koye solnyshko,” her soothing tone had you remembering the day. “You deserve to be happy after what happened with you and your cousin. If your happiness is with Steve, then it’ll happen. Don’t close yourself off like I did. Look what happened when I allowed myself to open up. I married this dumbass.” Natasha gestured to Clint, who had the decency to gasp in mock offense. “I thought you loved me Tasha,” he whined.

“I do dunderhead,” was Natasha’s cool response. This however, just sent the two of them off into another bickering match about god knows what. Grabbing a cotton ball, you soaked it in cool water and a little bit of soap, so you could clean the wound. Gently dabbing it on the skin, you watched as Bucky’s face slowly relaxed.

“Are they always like that?” Bucky muttered, his voice deep and scratchy. “Uh-huh,” you responded, finishing cleaning up the wound.

The door suddenly opened.

You were the first to turn around.

Alpha, your Omega sighed dreamily, in awe of the fine specimen standing at the door. If you didn’t know any better, you probably thought she would have fallen to her knees drooling.

Something like that.

And you weren’t going to disagree with her. Steve Rogers stood at the door, his shoulders broad. His stature with tall. He was beefy, for a lack of a better word. You could see the way his muscles ripped through his white shirt, making you wonder if his shirt had been smaller on purpose. Maybe he was trying to show off? Or maybe that was the grandpa in him speaking? Maybe he just picked out smaller shirts cause he didn’t know how to shop for the right shirts?

That was a possibility.

As Steve strode towards you, sewing kit in hand, when he handed your keys and kit over, your hands accidentally brushed together again.

There it was.

That spark that ran up your spine. You were looking up at him, staring, no, gazing into those baby blues that stared back at you with such intensity. You were holding a breath because his stare was just that compelling. You felt as if you were a moth being drawn to a flame. And that flame in question being Steven Grant Fucking Rogers.

“Thank you,” you managed to stammer out before hastily snatching your things back. Putting your sewing kit next to you on the little table, you grabbed your thread and your needle.

“I’m going to need to stitch this and burn it shut,” you told the other brunet supersoldier. His jaw clenched, and Bucky gave you a short nod. “And,” you continued, “—my cousin will need to come down to see what’s up with your arm after I remove the bullets. Just in case.”

“You’re the doctor,” Bucky tried to joke, making the smallest trace of a smile begin to tug at your lips.

“Okay, stay still…”

After finishing sowing the wound and burning it shut, you had carefully removed all the bullets from Bucky’s metal arm, and once you called your cousin, she came down with all of her stuff.

However, you couldn’t stay long in the room, because of the other Omega’s had knocked on the door, claiming to need your assistance. So, you left Bucky in the care of your Omega cousin. Sadly for Steve, he was needed for something too. Therefore, Clint and Natasha were alone to man the joint. They promised you that they would look after Steve’s best pal.

With that all situated and in order, you and Steve left the room.

As the two of you made your way down the hall, Steve suddenly asked you, “How do you know Buck?”

It had been enough to make you freeze. Right on the spot.

You really had hoped he was as dumb as some people on the Internet thought he was.

But alas, he was not.

You swallowed thickly.

“Winter Soldier stuff.” was your quiet response. It wasn’t like you were lying. You were telling him the truth. Just… not all of it.

“Winter Soldier stuff?” Steve echoed you, just as quiet as you had been.

“Winter Soldier stuff.” You confirmed. Continuing to walk down the hall, you were suddenly stopped again. This time, by Steve grabbing your arm. It sent that weird tingle up your arm again. He found a little spot where no one would look, guiding you through different dark hallways until he found an unoccupied room that no one was using.

“What are you—“ you were cut off by Steve.

Steve, who suddenly had you against the wall and was pressing himself against you.

You!

You could smell him. You could smell all of him. You could even feel something solid pressed against you, all the way up into your inner thighs.

However, you could not dwell on that thought.

Oh no, you could not.

Nope.

Cause then, he said—

“Have dinner with me.”

You blinked.

Like, blinked blinked.

“Again?!”

“You want me to— to—“ You stammered through your words. “Yes,” Steve couldn’t help but snap.

“What?” You were astonished. Astonished! Truly at a loss of words!

“Why?” You questioned him. Mostly in disbelief.

Steve was leaning into you. Suddenly, you could see that those blue eyes were much, much clearer. In a deeper sense. You could see how blue they were, and that was throwing you in a for a loop.

“You’re… you’re…”

Steve wanted to scream at himself.

He hated this.

He hated how you made him feel like he was small again. Life before the serum. Before he had been injected with the serum, he had been small. Skinny. Sickly. A weak excuse of an Alpha by his father’s standards. It hadn’t been enough when his father would come home, drunk. He had tried, he had tried so hard to protect his mother, but he had been too small. Too tiny. However, when he had gotten the serum, suddenly, he could fight back against him. It was easy. It wasn’t as hard anymore. But then, his mother had passed away from tuberculosis, and his father had passed away from alcohol poisoning.

When he had been younger, when he had been smaller, he could never get the dames. It always had been Bucky. Bucky was the model Alpha. He was tall, he was charming. He had this suaveness about him, this ease. Deep down, Steve had wanted that. He had wanted to be noticed like Bucky. He had wanted to know what it felt like, to not be passed on when he went to dance halls.

Getting the serum though, it was suffocating. He felt like people only had wanted him because he was this new person. They didn’t see Steve. They saw Captain America, they saw this beefy, strong person. They didn’t even pause to see the Steve that had always been in there, the small Steve.

You made him feel like he was that Steve again.

Small Steve. Skinny Steve. Weak Steve, who could barely throw a punch. Not Big Steve, who could easily beat up bullies in a matter of seconds.

It infuriated him.

And, he also didn’t know if he should have screamed or not.

As you looked at him, desperately searching for something to say, you could see it.

You had heard Tony Stark remark once or twice, about Steve being America’s “Golden Boy” and how “Spangles couldn’t do anything wrong. He was practically perfection itself.”

Looking at him now, so intensely and so deeply— you knew.

Tony Stark, for the first time in his life, was wrong.

Steve Rogers was not perfect. There was a deeper, darker part of him that lingered.

… and you were staring at it right in the face.

You swallowed thickly, trying to resolve some of that tension because Steve was emitting some strong ass pheromones and it was making your eyes water a little. Your Omega bristled from within you, rapping her paw against her cage, glaring at you.

Alpha is angry. Must comfort Alpha.

You brought him a little closer. You stepped up, right up on your tiptoes, cause Jesus freaking Christ, was he tall. He was massive and tall. Dear Lord. Sweet baby Jesus.

Carefully, you placed your face into the crook of his nose, gently nuzzling your nose against his Scent Gland on his neck. A soft little rumble came from you, in an effort to calm him down.

Steve’s Alpha, who had been thrashing inside of him, suddenly stopped. His Alpha stared. His Alpha let out a shudder, overwhelmed by his Omega. Steve scrambled, desperately gasping for air. You just held him closer as he buried his face into your neck.

When his tongue darted out to lick at your Gland, you weren’t ready. You weren’t prepared for it. So, it came as a shock to you when his tongue licked your gland thickly, running it over the corded muscle.

You whimpered.

Actually whimpered.

It was a mix between a whimper and a gasp, as your body stretched upwards, stepping back onto your tiptoes again. Steve just groaned against you, his breath faltering slightly. Your own breath shuddered as you inhaled the scent of wood and spicy black pepper, feeling your body beginning to tremble under his intense scent.

Your Omega though?

She was liking this.

She was very much in the pro camp of this Alpha. Whatever he was doing, he could keep doing it.

It was totally worth it.

Five Gold Stars. All the way.

You and Steve were both breathing heavily as you tried to desperately piece your mind back together.

“M’ gonna smell like you all day,” Was all you managed to squeak out.

Steve’s voice was rough when he answered you. His Alpha felt a deep sense of pride when he realized that you would be smelling like him all day. His erection became hard against your inner thigh when he realized that you’d smell like him.

Jesus, it was far too early to get fucking blue balls. For fucks sake.

Omega. Smells like our Omega now.

Our Omega now.

“Good.”

Meanwhile, around the same time with your cousin and Bucky…

“What’d you do this time, Sasha?”

Natasha and Clint agreed to give the two of you space and were playing guard outside.

So that left your cousin alone with Bucky.

Bucky’s arm had been removed and put on the counter as he watched the young, sweet-smelling Omega look over his metal arm. She had come down after you called her, telling her how Steve, Natasha, and Clint had come down the halls of Medical, saying that Bucky had needed assistance. Considering that she was an engineer, they thought her to be best suited to the task of overlooking anything wrong with his arm.

So, here she was.

“Got into a fight,” the dark-haired Alpha shrugged. Your cousin gazed up from where she had snagged a mask on her face. “Huh,” Was her surprised reaction. “I thought that would’ve been Captain Rogers. Not you.”

“Things change.” Bucky’s response had her letting out a very unladylike snort. “Really? Cause if I remember correctly, Captain Rogers had been the one to jump out of a plane once. Without a parachute.”

Bucky’s jaw clenched. His eyes might have twitched too.

“The punk did what now?” Having switched to English, she knew that Bucky was starting to become enraged. “He jumped out of a plane. Without a parachute.” She repeated.

Your cousin saw him scowling. “Why that little shit…”

“You know him better than anyone else. Well… other than my cousin. She went on a date with him yesterday. I texted my family. I think they’re gonna get together.”

“And what about us?” Bucky suddenly asked her. Your cousin swallowed, and Bucky wished she would have taken off the damn face mask so he could see her face properly. To understand what she was thinking. What her reaction would be. But, as she averted her eyes down and hastily grabbed the cup full of misshapen bullets, he grabbed her arm with his flesh hand.

When had he gotten out of the bed? Didn’t he know he was injured?

… Oh right. Supersoldier. He probably healed really fast. And from what you had told her, he was probably almost good to go.

Your cousin sank back into him. His front pressed up against her back as she tried hard, really hard to not make a noise as his thumb pressed over her gland on her neck.

“I don’t know what they’re going to do with you after your trial’s over,” your cousin mumbled.

“I don’t either,” the Alpha answered truthfully. This led to your cousin sighing softly.

Bucky could smell her. He could smell all of her. The scent of cinnamon and brown sugar was slowly making its way up towards his nose. He knew as soon as she told him if his metal arm had suffered any injuries to it, or if it had any dents in it, or none at all— that this specific time with her would be over.

It was a true letdown.

“The bullet didn’t damage any of the metal plates of your arm,” she said, swiftly changing the subject.

“That’s nice,” Bucky hummed, rubbing his nose all up against her gland, his scent exploding. She was suddenly surrounded by the pleasant smell of a salty beach. The scent of sandalwood and salty air filled her nose, making her sigh against him. She suddenly squirmed, regaining her focus. Not to mention, the current issue at hand. “You-you're distracting me,” she said with a huff.

Bucky just scoffed. “Me? Distracting you? Never. You wound me, solnyshko. I would never.” To make himself appear even more of a wounded pup, he put his flesh hand on his heart in mock hurt. Your cousin however, was buying none of his shit, and instead, she scowled at him. “Don’t play the victim with me, Sasha. You’re gonna make me smell like you.” she snarked at him.

“And what’s wrong with that?” He shot back. She made a deep noise in the back of her throat. “What’s— what’s—“ she spluttered, in shock.

When she saw his growing smirk, she nearly smacked him on his shoulder. It didn’t matter which one, because her cheeks were flushing in embarrassment.

So, she did what she did best.

She smacked him on the shoulder.

“Ow!” But Bucky wasn’t really all that hurt. He was a supersoldier, after all.

“You’re insufferable.” she snarled at him. “You like it when I’m insufferable,” Bucky was smirking down at her, looking almost how he used to. For a moment, she wondered, Was this how James got all of the women back in the day? By being charming? Had that been it?

“C’mon you two! Hurry it up in there!” Clint shouted, breaking her train of thought. A deep rumble vibrated through Bucky’s chest in annoyance. “I’m going to smack his head in,” was all that Bucky grumbled under his breath, making the Engineer Omega roll her eyes.

“I heard that, Yasha.” Natasha’s voice was heard from behind the door. It made Bucky scowl deeply.

“… they didn’t ruin the metal plates of your arm,” he heard her saying.

It made Bucky blink in confusion.

Suddenly brought back into the present.

“Huh?”

“The bullets, Sasha. The bullets. They didn’t ruin the metal plates on your arm.” she deadpanned.

“Oh.”

That horrible sinking feeling of realization that his time with this Omega was now over sunk into him. Holding her desperately in his arms, Bucky didn’t budge.

“No. Don’t. Stay, please,” he begged.

“James, I can’t—“ Her voice nearly broken by how desperate he looked. He looked so lost. She knew what that felt like. Once upon a time, she felt that way. Lost. Looking for her place in the world.

“Please.”

She felt him bury his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent deeply. A soft little growl came from the Alpha Supersoldier. It sounded almost like a snarl, really.

His tongue poked out before he gave a lick at her gland.

And he did it again.

And again.

He licked, lapped, and sucked on her gland until all he could smell was his scent dripping from her.

Her toes curled upwards as her back arched, leaning back further into him. Something akin to a whine mixed in with a whimper filled the room.

Just then—

The door immediately swung open. Your cousin let out a shriek of surprise, while her Omega shrieked in anger.

She had been this close! This close!

“Oh fuck you Jesus!” Clint shrieked.

Both Bucky and her were surprised, horrified, and then confused.

Oh fuck you Jesus?

As far as Bucky was concerned, he had grown up Catholic, but he could safely say that his faith wasn’t all that important to him, considering the fact that his mind had been put in a blender for the past seventy years.

And you and your cousin’s families were still Shaman. So…

Yeah, it was safe to say that your cousin and Bucky were clearly bamboozled.

“Come on, Yasha, we need to go.” Natasha practically grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulling and tugging her former teacher. Lugging him along.

“But—“ Bucky began to protest, but Natasha was having none of it. “No. We need to take you back. Before anyone notices that you’re gone. And they’ll call General Ross if they can’t find you.” Natasha insisted.

With the mention of General Ross lingering in the air, Bucky’s good mood dampened. Natasha continued to usher him out towards the door, pushing and shoving him the entire way.

When they reached the threshold, Bucky turned back wildly, looking at the sweet-smelling Omega.

Their eyes locked.

And then the door closed between them. Separating them once again.

Later that day, with you in the cafeteria…

You had been in the middle of eating when you heard footsteps approaching you.

For one second, you thought it was your cousin. Or Natasha. Or Clint.

But no.

It wasn’t your cousin. Or Natasha. Or Clint.

No.

Nooooo.

“Spare a seat for me?”

It was Steve.

Steve!

You turned around a little, seeing the broad-shoulder Avenger standing right behind you, holding a tray of food in his hand, and a water bottle. Said food on his plate looked like a freaking mountain. It reminded you of all your Hmong dude cousins whenever you had gone to family functions after coming to the US.

You just patted the table. Steve sat across from you, beginning to eat his lunch. The two of you ate your lunch in silence.

After finishing your lunch, you had been quickly called back into Medical. Getting up, you were about to head out until you felt someone place their hand on your shoulder.

The wafting scent of woody black pepper filled your nose.

“… we’re still on for tonight, right?” Steve’s voice brought you out of your haze. “H-Huh? O-Oh… right… yes, yes. It’s still on. Why?” You questioned him, finally turning around so that you could look at him.

When Steve didn’t answer, a horrified look overcame your face. “Steven,” you gasped, using his full name, so you were being serious. “… we’re not going somewhere fancy, are we?”

“What?” Steve exclaimed. He thought you were about to say something worse like you had gotten food poisoning and that was why you couldn’t go tonight.

This gave him somewhat of a relief.

“No. We’re not going anywhere fancy, Omega. We’re just gonna go for a drive.”

That made you raise an eyebrow. “On the motorcycle, right?” Steve nodded in confirmation.

“Okay. I’ll see you tonight then, Captain Rogers.”

You resisted the urge to giggle at his dumbfounded face when he watched you walk out.

Later that night…

You were doing some last final touch-ups at the mirror near your door when your phone chimed.

Your phone was on the little table where your mirror was, and your apartment keys were in the little ceramic bowl you had bought from Target. Or was it IKEA? You couldn’t remember.

Anywho, you had been checking your face out, to see if anything looked wonky before you picked up your phone. The caller ID read Steven Grant Rogers.

You made a quick mental note to change it to just Steve Rogers soon. Pressing the green phone button, you put your phone to your ear.

“Hello?”

“I’m five minutes away.”

An eyebrow shot up.

“You’re not supposed to call me while you’re driving! What if you got into a motorcycle accident?” You hissed into your phone. “Then you can sow me up like you did with Buck,” Steve’s causal response had you nearly growling at him. “No! I won’t be able to sow you up Steve! You’ll be sent to the ICU! I will not be caught dead in the ICU!”

“… Relax, I’m at your apartment’s parking lot. I was pulling in.” You audibly let out a sigh of relief.

Speaking of the ICU, you would never step foot in there ever again. You had never been there, and you were planning to keep it that way.

You wouldn’t ever be caught dead in there. Hell to the no. you’d rather be caught dead in a strip club or something like that. Anywhere but an ICU.

Maybe you’d go out like one of those tragic anime deaths. Impaled by a sword, maybe? Or in a heroic badass kinda way, like in that one magic anime that you had watched recently? Who knows.

“Oh. Okay. I’ll come out and meet you.”

Swiping on some chapstick, you quickly smacked your lips together before you hung up. Grabbing your purse, you did a quick check to make sure you had all of your necessities in your purse before grabbing your apartment keys out of the bowl.

Sliding your phone into your purse, you locked the front door before you headed into the staircase to get to the parking lot.

Your Omega, oh she was excited. Overjoyed. Truly over the moon. If possible, you imagined her jumping for joy at the thought of spending time with her Alpha. She was bouncing around happily in her cage, gleeful.

The damn bitch.

Steve heard your incoming footsteps as he got off his motorcycle. You were looking at his death trap of a vehicle with a critical look in your eyes as if you were mapping out all of the possibilities that could happen if you didn’t wear a helmet.

It still baffled you that Steve didn’t wear a helmet. He didn’t wear one! It was horrifying to you! You were still shocked!

But then again, he was a supersoldier. And Steve Rogers prided himself on driving and obeying the speed limit. It was things like this that made you remember that he was still somewhat a grandpa.

“I hope you don’t mind that we’re going on a picnic today,” said Steve shyly. “Stargazing?” You were interested. You had grown up in an okay neighborhood, having been stuffed in a dingy three-bedroom apartment after arriving in the States, before your family had moved to a house big enough to house all eleven of you, including your nine other siblings, and your parents. You hadn’t been able to lay on a hill and stargaze as a young adult, but after the whole ordeal, you had watched a lot of coming-of-age movies and had wished to stargaze at least once in your life.

“Yeah. First time?” Steve asked you as he handed you a helmet. Clipping the buckle in your place and climbing in behind him, “Yeah. I never did it when I came to the States. My family and I— we stayed in this shitty apartment that had three bedrooms and the complex was weird. And then after we moved to our house, I never got to do it.”

“I never asked where you guys managed to settle,” Steve remarked. “We settled in Fresno for the first few years. But then my family moved to Michigan. They’re still there, actually. They liked the weather there better. California’s not known to have many seasons,” you remarked dryly.

Steve’s chuckling made a small smile crack onto your face. You suddenly looked softer. Gentler. Like five years had been completely wiped off of your face. You looked less stressed.

Kicking the engine on, you heard his motorcycle roar to life as you clung to him, burying your head into his shoulder.

“Hold on tight.”

The woods.

Steve had brought you to the frigging woods.

Now. You didn’t hate the woods. But, after watching a thriller movie that took place in the woods, you were still a little weary as Steve carried the picnic basket that contained sandwiches, water bottles, and the blanket. You were following him like an obedient little soldier, the leaves crunching under your feet.

You were thankful that your job kept you on your feet all the time because if you hadn’t been as energetic as you were, you probably would have been super tired by the time you and Steve had trekked up to the hilltop.

After setting the blanket down, the two of you munched on your sandwiches as Steve pointed out any constellations he could spot.

“… And there’s Orion’s Belt… oh, and there’s the one with Perseus and Andromeda,” Steve pointed up at the sky. You watched with rapt attention as the stars twinkled above both of you.

“This is nice, you know.” You said softly. “What? Stargazing?” Steve shot you a bewildered look. “No,” you chuckled, “—this. Having a break. It’s nice. This is nice.”

“Yeah?” He had moved a little closer to you. In this position, sitting so close to him that the two of you were practically hip to hip, you could see how blue his eyes were. They were enchanting, if you said so yourself.

“Yeah,” the tone in your voice had shifted to something lower, softer. “Haven’t felt like this for a while. Safe. Feels like… I’ve always been doing something, y’know? Before I came to the US… I was always looking out for my younger siblings and my first stepmom. My dad was at war and all I could do was look after us because I was the eldest. Even when we came to the US… I always felt like I had to do more. Always. I had a duty to do. I couldn’t… get a break.”

As Steve listened to you, he found himself sympathizing with you. Even though he had been an only child, he could relate to being the person that held his family together. Packing his own lunch, helping his father whenever his father had woken up from a hangover with his cures at the ready, putting the bandages and creams on his mother because she had been too weak to do it herself. Hell, even buying and packing a separate set of clothes for himself using his piggy bank money because his dad consistently blew off his mother’s paycheck on booze and his mom had been too afraid of standing up to him because she knew what his temper was like.

And the part about never having a break?

Yeah, he could relate to that too. After getting the serum and being forced between a rock and a hard place with either being stuck in a laboratory to be poked and probed at with needles as if he were just a mere bear or being stuck doing those stupid tours and choosing to do those tours, instead of doing what he really wanted to do; fight for his country— well, it certainly put things into perspective.

Thanks to the serum, he could survive with less sleep. So whenever he could sleep, he allowed his thoughts to run wild.

Oh boy, did he have many thoughts. Sometimes, he thought about what was the point in doing all of this. Why would he do these tours, be forced to do shows, and be a dancing monkey when a war was going on? When people were risking their lives to defend their country, to fight against fascism and he was still there, punching a fake Adolf Hitler in the face? What was the point in doing all of that?

Really, what had been the point? But after rescuing Bucky, only to lose him again when he fell off the train, Steve had once again found himself in that hard place. So when he crashed the plane on purpose, he thought that maybe, just maybe, there would be peace.

That he would be free.

But then he had been frozen in ice for over seventy years and when he had been unfrozen, instead of seeing old friends, all of his friends were either old or dead.

And suddenly, just like when he had lost Bucky, he had been in the same place. Struggling to figure out just where he belonged. It was why he had immersed himself in all of those missions, before the whole Hydra situation. He thought, maybe if he had found himself with a distraction, that he could push those unwanted feelings of craving someplace to belong, to finally feel like his worth meant something— that it wouldn’t bother him.

He had been wrong.

It had fucking bothered him. Hydra was still active after all these years. Peggy had hired Zola. She had allowed Hydra to fester and grow like a virus and had unknowingly allowed it to spread.

Despite popular belief, Steve had never been in love with Peggy. She had been the first female Alpha that he had ever met in his life. Not that she had been the last. Maria Hill was also an Alpha that reminded him of Peggy. But less I’m-going-hire-someone-I-know-who-is-a-Nazi type of way. Sure, at the time, Steve had respected Peggy. But him being in love with Peggy? No. She hadn’t been his type. For the longest time, Steve thought that he had been broken. That he would never find his Omega. His Mate.

Until now.

Until you.

Before meeting the Avengers and you, Steve thought he’d never belong anywhere. That he would never find his own place in this world. That he was truly a man out of time.

Then, he met the Avengers.

Then, he met you.

“… You know… for the longest time, I thought I never would belong anywhere.”

You looked at Steve. He appeared to be deep in thought. “The tours, leading the Commandos, losing Buck, being frozen in ice for seventy years, only to wake up and find everyone I knew and loved were dead? And then finding out that Bucky, the guy who always had my back had been tortured by the hands of Hydra? I’m gonna be honest,” Steve started, “—it felt weird. Suddenly I was thrust into this new world, this new era, and… and it just showed me how much I didn’t belong. I didn’t know what the Internet was. I didn’t know what computers were. I didn’t know what phones were. Hell, I didn’t know what the hell Star Wars or Star Trek was!”

To that, you let out a gasp of pure horror. A deep noise of offense came from you. “Oh, you poor soul!” You cried out. “To not know the gloriousness that is Star Wars or Star Trek? Personally, I’m more of a Star Wars type of gal, but oh my lanta!” You exclaimed, clutching your chest.

Steve just chuckled at the facial expressions on your face. “Don’t worry, I know what they are now. And personally, I’m more of a Star Wars guy myself. I think I’ll introduce Buck to Star Wars and Star Trek when he’s free. I have a strong feeling he’ll like it. He’s a huge Hobbit fan. He read the book in nineteen-thirty-seven when it first came out.”

“Does he know about the sequel?” You inquired with a raised brow.

Steve had an incredulous look on his face. “There’s a sequel?!”

“Yeah! It’s called Lord of the Rings! It’s soooo good!” You nodded eagerly, watching as shock overtook his face.

“I’ll pass it on to him. I’ll buy him the whole entire set of books.” Steve told you seriously.

You let out a giggle.

“I’m sure you will.”

The two of you laid down on the blanket, looking up at the starry sky.

Subconsciously, Steve’s hand reached out for yours. Your hands locked together as his fingers laced into yours.

And before he knew it, he was rolling over on his side so he could face you. So he could look at you.

“I always thought… I always thought that I wouldn’t fit in anywhere. That’d I’d never fit in,” admitted Steve quietly, his eyes withdrawn.

“But then, I met the Avengers. I met you. And… I guess, I think...” He swallowed nervously, “I think… I think now, I’ve found my place.”

He was inching closer to you. Your breath caught in your throat as you watched him come closer to you, your noses touching. For a moment, all the two of you could hear were the sounds of your heaving breathing on each other. Looking into each other’s eyes, like the two of you were the only ones that mattered.

And then, Steve suddenly asked you, while his lips were ghosting just right over yours, “Is this okay?”

Was this okay?

Did you want him to kiss you?

Did you want to finally know what his lips felt like on yours?

Did you really want to go that far?

Did you?

Did you really?

While you were debating with yourself, your Omega, on the other hand, was completely on board with allowing this Alpha that she certainly knew, for a fact, that she had fallen head over heels in love with to kiss her. Oh yes, this Alpha had her full permission and consent to do so. Oh yes.

So when you found yourself nodding and leaning in too, your Omega felt as if Christmas had arrived early. She bounced around happily in her cage in uttermost delight, squealing like a teenage girl who had just discovered what a crush was for the first time.

When you had arrived in the States after escaping the war in Laos, you had been reading romance books. Something to ease your mind, to allow you a form of escapism, to get away from all of the chaos that was your life. You had read in books, how first kisses were described like fireworks, or some grand, life-changing event.

However, when you kissed Steve— you didn’t feel fireworks.

You didn’t feel emptiness, either.

You felt as if you were finally home. Like this was where you belonged. His lips were soft and warm on yours. Your lips moved together in perfect unison. Almost like the two of you were cut from the same cloth or something. Some weird saying about a frigging tapestry that you had heard from somewhere down the ole grapevine.

Steve’s hand was inching lower and lower until they had reached the waistband of your jeans. Suddenly opening his eyes, he softly asked through the kiss, “Is this okay?”

“Yeah,” you whispered back to him. “It’s okay. Keep going.”

His hand sank past your jeans and dug into your panties, and a low squishing noise echoed.

Your mouth dropped open, a silent moan falling from your lips when his fingers entered you.

A deep guttural groan rumbled in Steve’s chest.

You were warm.

Oh so warm.

You were like a snugly little piece of heaven. Wet, pumping noise echoed as Steve slid his fingers out, before slamming them right back in, seeing how your eyes rolled into the back of your head with every movement.

How could you explain the pleasure that was rotting your brain at this very moment? How could you put it into words?

Well, you couldn’t. You couldn’t form any words, and the only things that were coming out of your mouth were little desperate noises, and croaked, muffled words of “oh god oh god oh god oh god” were the only things that were coming out of your mouth.

For the first time in your life, you were a certified mess. You really hoped you were eligible for compensation because Steve Motherfucking Rogers was going to be the death of you.

And, to put the cherry on top— the little shit had found your clit!

He had found your clit! Usually, nine times out of ten, you usually had to fake your orgasms! Simply because men just couldn’t find it! How hard was it to find a frigging clit anyway? Seriously!

But! But! Steve had found your clit, and he rubbed on it with his thumb while simultaneously slamming his fingers in and out of you, while kissing you like he was a man possessed.

It was as if your mind had hit a wall.

Like, exe. your brain had stopped working type of shit.

All you could smell and feel was Steve. The scent of wood and black pepper had overcome you. His scent was so thick, so pungent that you were pretty sure that after this, you’d reek of him.

Somewhere deep inside of you, that primal part of you knew that this was what he had been planning all along.

And you really couldn’t blame him. That deep psychological primal instinct inside of you that desperately craved an Alpha definitely wasn’t arguing with the pleasure that was rocking through you right now.

When Steve brushed over your clit one last time, you came all over his fingers with a muffled whimper, your entire body seizing up as your hips desperately grinded against the palm of his hand, riding out your orgasm.

Steve pulled away from you as you gasped for air.

You somehow fell forward into his chest, desperately breathing in his scent. Gulping in deep breaths of air.

His fingers were still snug inside of you, not wanting to pull out of this sweet, warm heaven just yet.

“A-Are you… gonna… pull out?” Your voice came out a little wobbly.

“Why? You want me to pull out?” His voice was husky. You resisted the harsh temptation to blush.

“N-No,” you mumbled back shyly.

“Good. Because I’m not going to.” was his response.

Sometime later, Steve had taken you home.

The two of you had driven by endless scenery of green before you were suddenly surrounded by city life again.

The loud chatter of New Yorkers had followed you throughout the motorcycle ride back home to your apartment complex. You lived a good thirty minutes from the Avengers Compound, so you elected to take the subway train every day. Plus, it let you sneak in a little bit of cardio.

So there was that.

Upon reaching your apartment complex, Steve pulled into the parking lot and found an empty parking space, and parked his bike. You hopped off, unbuckling and taking off the helmet, blowing a piece of stray hair out of your face. Propping the helmet on the handle, you adjusted your purse. Just as Steve was getting off of the bike himself.

“I had a really good time tonight,” you uttered softly as you were walking with Steve to your apartment.

Getting out of the parking lot was a good two minutes, but you had to walk around, considering the parking lot was in the back of the whole frigging building. Not to mention, you usually took the stairs.

Opening the door to the staircase, you and Steve began the walk to get to the sixth floor of your apartment complex.

“I did too.”

Jogging up the stairs, you slowly got to the second flight of stairs.

And then the third.

Steve’s hand grasped yours.

And then both of you had gotten to the fourth.

You gave his hand a firm squeeze in return.

… The fifth flight came.

You jogged up the final flight of the stairs with Steve by your side. Digging your hand into your purse, you found your apartment keys. Fumbling with your keys for a split second, you managed to grasp the right key to unlock your apartment door.

Pushing the key inside, you turned it to the left. All the way. You heard the top lock turn and unlock. Then, you unlocked the bottom.

The sounds of the doorknob lock unlocking graced your ears. Grasping the knob, you pushed the door open.

Steve was immediately met with your scent. He could smell it everywhere. It warmed him from his head, all the way down to his toes.

You gave him a look. If possible, Steve thought you looked a little shy.

“Would you like to come in?” You asked him tensely. Trying to test the waters.

Steve didn’t need to speak his response as he followed you inside. As soon as the door closed behind you and you heard the door lock, you turned around.

He didn’t wait.

He just couldn’t wait anymore. You watched as his hands grasped your face.

“Is this okay?” Steve asked.

You gave him a nod.

Something inside of him snapped.

And for the second time that night, Steve Rogers kissed you again.

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Cruel Summer (Chapter 3)

Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Female Reader

Summary: It's a normal day for Alpha Steven Grant Rogers.

Until he meets you by chance in an elevator.

You're just trying to figure this new world out after being frozen for forty years. You're hoping for a fresh new start. A new normal.

And then you meet Steve.

Life can't get worse... right?

Chapter Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, verbal fights, mentions of war, mutant!reader, allusions to smut towards the end

Additional Notes: Hello everyone! This chapter turned out wayyyy longer than I thought. I hit 8k words, and I was going to add the smut to complete it. But alas, it was 8k words already and I didn't want this chapter to drag on too long, so the smut shall be in the upcoming chapter. Hope that explains everything!

Also, I don't know what's up with Tumblr and its new update, but I couldn't tag almost everyone. So, if I couldn't tag you, I'll try and tag everyone in the next chapter. Sorry for that!

As always, if you'd like to read this chapter on my AO3, you can read it here.

Word Count: 8019

A couple of weeks later…

Helen Cho was in a rush.

The dark-haired, Korean Omega was rushing through the halls of Medical, in a hurry to get to the meeting with the Medical Department.

Unfortunately, Chad, or Big Creep Weirdo as you affectionately nicknamed him— would also be there.

Sadly for her, she was the only one who could tolerate sitting next to him. One time you had sat down next to him, and he had said a crude remark. The next thing everyone knew, he had shouted about being shocked. You had sat there, feigning innocence before you snarked at Chad that maybe if he hadn’t wanted to be shocked, that he should’ve accepted your no and fucked off.

Needless to say, the department never sat the two of you together ever again.

And after Helen had threatened to stab him with a needle of anesthesia, he had taken the obvious hint and shut up around her, too.

Really, you really would have thought that he would’ve left her alone, considering she was Mated. Helen had a frigging Alpha. She was taken off the market!

Just the thought had her scowling all the way into the room.

However, seeing the four Avengers in the conference room made her stop in her tracks.

Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton, and Sam Wilson were all leaning against the wall, looking as if they were all posing for a photoshoot or something. Hurriedly, Helen made her way to her seat, which was sandwiched between you and Big Creep Weirdo.

Completely ignoring the creepo, she turned to her right, where you were sitting. In a hasty tone, she hissed. “What are they doing here?” To which, you shrugged. “Keeping the peace, I guess?” You chewed on your bowl of grapes you had smuggled in from the cafeteria.

Helen was surprised. You were surprisingly in good spirits today. You were dressed in a pair of mint green scrubs today, and you were leaning back into your chair. Utterly satisfied. After your little tryst with Steve a couple of weeks ago, he had driven you home on his motorcycle and had stayed the night. He even told you that he was going to be dropping off some of his clothes at your apartment before he left the following morning, so you could keep them in your nest. That way, his scent would stay with you.

So now, Steve was a normal contender at your apartment, and your place was slowly beginning to smell like him. Slowly, his scent was seeping into every nook and cranny of your apartment.

And that made your Omega a very, very happy woman. She was overjoyed. Thrilled, even. And slowly, you were finding yourself slowly inching towards the okay camp of allowing more and more of Steve in your life.

Although, you didn’t know if you should tell him.

No.

Not yet.

It was too early. What if he fled in horror? What if he never wanted to speak to you ever again? What if he just thought of you as a fling and hadn’t been taking this seriously ever since the beginning?

Those thoughts plagued you as you continued to chomp at your grapes, popping them into your mouth.

Steve was watching you. Dressed in his Stealth Suit, he leaned against the wall, his shield even propped up on his back. His blue eyes were watching as you popped grape after grape into your mouth, even seeing the turquoise color you had painted on your nails. Thanks to the serum, his vision was practically twenty/twenty. He saw the smooth texture on your nails, and he decided he liked it. The color suited you very well.

“Can you stop eating so loud?”

You nearly squished the grape you had been about to pop into your mouth in annoyance. Your temper had flared up. Your Omega was already on guard. She snapped her teeth at this measly excuse of an Alpha, almost as she was saying, you wanna go, bro? Let’s go bitch. I’m ready for you.

In a controlled tone, “I’m not eating loud. I’m chewing with my mouth closed. If it bothers you that much, then just stand at the wall until everyone else gets here.”

“Can you just stop chewing so loud?” Chad repeated as if you were some small child being scolded by an adult that hadn’t heard what they said. You resisted the growing urge to snap your teeth at him.

“I just said I’m chewing with my mouth closed!” You snapped back at him, ready to throw your grape back into your bowl.

“Should we help her?” Sam whispered. “Nah,” replied Clint, “—she’s got it covered.”

As Steve smelt your scent become thicker and your mood got increasingly agitated, your sweet scent of lilies and lavender twisted and turned into something foul. All the while, your scent was protruding into the room, making a Beta cough. Steve even saw another Omega pull up their face mask, in an attempt to keep your scent from making their eyes water.

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t make sounds at all!” He heard Chad shouting at you. “Oh, now I’m not allowed to eat in this conference room Chad? Who are you, Tony Stark? Do you own this building? I don’t see your name anywhere Chad!” You retaliated at the burly Alpha.

Sam stifled a laugh. “She’s funny,” snorted the Black Alpha. “Wait till you meet her cousin. They could do a stand-up comedy on Netflix. It could be a Netflix special.” Clint snickered. Natasha hummed her agreement.

Steve however, was not laughing.

He was watching as your hands curled into fists. For a second, he thought, wow, it was getting really warm in here. Was it just him?

But surely, no one had turned the heater on, right? It was in the middle of frigging April! It was spring already! The weather was nice! There was no way someone had decided to crank up the heater.

No fucking way.

… Right?

Natasha immediately grabbed her Alpha’s arm. Without speaking, she motioned to a very angry Hmong Omega who was about to blow her fuse.

“… I’m not even chewing all that loud! What the hell’s your problem? Are you still salty over the fact that I rejected you? Dude, that was over five months ago! You called me a harlot!” You screeched.

“What’s a harlot?” Clint hissed to his Omega. “He called her a prostitute. Or, as asshole Alphas call it these days, a whore.” Natasha looked ready to throttle Chad too. Not that Clint blamed her. He hated asshole Alphas. If he could, he would have throttled Chad into next week. He would’ve had a great time doing it too.

Clint was about to stand up, but a look from Natasha silenced him. It left him to glare at the scene unfolding in front of him, even scowling in dismay like a child whose toy had gotten taken away from them.

Most of the Omega’s and Betas had stood up, wanting to be as far away from this escalating debauchery as possible. Steve didn’t blame them.

The increasing temperature was getting to him again.

Again!

Seriously! Did someone crank up the temperature in the room?

By now, you had gotten up from your chair, standing with your arms crossed over your chest as you continued to verbally fight the burly Alpha, bickering back and forth. Then, Chad got up.

Clint suddenly grabbed Natasha’s arm. Steve caught it.

The blond Alpha looked alarmed. Then, Clint leaned over to Natasha, whispering something in her ear. It distinctively sounded like Russian, because Steve didn’t understand a lick of what he had said. Natasha replied back in Russian in a hushed whisper, the two of them going back and forth for a couple of seconds before Natasha shook her head no. Clint however, shook his head yes, much to her dismay.

The mated pair, too busy arguing back and forth, unfortunately, did not see Chad leaning down at you, contentiously shouting in your face, while you literally started glowing.

Wait.

Glowing?

The temperature in the room started to slowly inch up, and it was there that Steve had gotten it.

He got it.

By now, most of the people in the room had gotten out. Someone saw the glowing Omega from the door, which was wide open, and immediately tailgated it outta there, shouting for security.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit—

“Tasha. Tasha! Come on! We need to stop security before they get up here! Sam! C’mon man, let’s go!” Clint shouted. Sam, having understood what the hell was going on, ran out of the room, while Natasha was shouting at Clint.

“No! I’m not leaving! It’s too far to get the thing!” Natasha yelled.

Thing?

Steve watched as you started yelling at Chad, who, for once in his life, did the wise decision and shut up, throwing up his hands in surrender upon seeing you glowing like a yellow lightsaber. However, you paid it no mind whatsoever, still pissed off at this goddamn Alpha who was scrambling backwards, shouting at him about something to do with your right to eat in the building as your rage began to flow out of you. Light spurred and trembled in your hands, coating your body.

Clint dragged out a shouting Natasha down the hall, jogging down so they could get to security before security came.

“Omega! Come on! We need to go!”

Natasha’s head snapped to attention.

She couldn’t ignore something like that, especially when Clint was using his Tone. With a heavy pang in her chest, she gave him a disgruntled groan.

The two took off down the hallway, dashing to the stairs with Sam. It would be quicker.

Meanwhile, Steve had decided.

With no heed nor warning, he immediately tackled you down like a football player catching the football, sending the two of you to the floor.

You screamed.

“Go! Get the hell out of here!” Steve barked at the Alpha. Chad seemed to be on a roll today with his good decisions, cause he ran the hell outta there.

You were still squirming. Still putting up a fight in his insanely tight grip. You clawed and snapped your teeth at him, snarling.

“Let go of me! Let go of me, Captain Rogers!” Your screechy voice made him pause. Even though your light had dimmed down a bit, you were still thrashing around in his arms.

Your Omega was faring much better. She was very determined to hunt down Creep Weirdo Alpha to give him a piece of her mind. But smelling her Alpha’s scent, her temper simmered down a little. She was slowly coming around, while you weren’t.

Steve hadn’t been focused on your light. Considering it was dying down, he deduced that he wouldn’t be going blind anytime soon.

With that in mind, he roughly grabbed at your shoulders, barking out your name.

You continued to fight in his arms. Squirming. Moving. Desperate to try and hunt down that Alpha who wouldn’t allow you to eat in the conference room because apparently, he thought he was fucking Jesus Christ or some shit.

However, in your current position, you could not do that.

Why?

Because you were being fucking pinned down by Steven Grant Rogers.

Who, was very determined to have you stay down. He was a hell of a lot stronger than you. And, despite your affirmed status, you quickly figured out that unless you blinded him for a quick second in order for him to get off of you, you unfortunately did not have many options.

So, that left you clawing at him in desperation. Like an angry cat.

“… Let go of me!” You continued to shout. Pretty sure knowing that your voice was probably being heard down the hall because you were that furious.

Steve was slowly fuming. His Alpha was roaring at the audacity of this Omega, his Omega not obeying his orders. With nothing else left to lose, he bared his head like he was a velociraptor going in for the kill, wrapping his mouth around the inflamed gland on your neck, and sucking on it.

Hard.

A harsh shriek came from you. You probably even sounded like a banshee.

Your Omega, oh your Omega. She had slid into the con camp of hunting down Creep Weirdo and laid down daintily like the little smug bitch that she was, a little pleased rumble came from her.

A small cry, maybe even a whimper came from you as you slowly gathered all of your wits back.

You gasped.

Your scent was slowly coming back to you again. You could smell the lovely scent of lilies and lavender. But, you could also smell something else.

Wood. Black pepper.

Steve.

You couldn’t explain it.

You were having weird flashes of your old self. Not the old you, the one that had been the eldest child of your family back in Laos, frantically keeping your family together because your father was off at war and your first stepmother had been pregnant with her pup.

No.

It was the you had that been stuck in that stupid Hydra lab in Siberia with your cousin and Bucky, whenever you entered your weird trances. You’d get all concentrated on your negative emotions and then after calming down, you couldn’t remember what happened. Over the years, you slowly remembered what you had done whenever you entered one of your episodes.

So this one… you remembered. You remembered this one. You remembered bickering with Chad until your anger had taken over you, and you had started glowing like a freaking beacon. You scarcely remembered Clint, Natasha, and Sam leaving the room, but you remembered…

… oh no.

No.

No. No. No. No. No. No.

“… Don’t call me that anymore,” growled Steve.

It was the first time you had ever heard him growl. Even when he’d pass you by in the rare chances the two of you were in Medical at the same time— you had never ever heard him growl.

Until now.

“W… W-What?” Was all you managed to croak out.

“Don’t call me Captain Rogers anymore. Call me Steve.”

You blinked.

You just blinked up at him. You couldn’t really move anywhere, because freaking Steveo up there was caging you in, like some crazy Alpha.

“Why? Does it bother you, Captain Rogers?” Your sassy remark did not fly past Steve. If anything, it just made him scowl down at you deeper. You let out a soft little whimper that traveled down all the way to his dick. Steve swore when you whimpered that his dick twitched.

He was for certain that had been his dick.

“Don’t,” he warned you. You, being you, had decided to poke at the angry bear a little bit more. “Or what, Captain Rogers? You’ll discipline me?” your clap back had Steve getting even more enraged. “If you don’t stop,” hissed Steve, “I will put you over my knee. And I’d feel really bad for the security guards that have to see me disciplining my Omega.”

Okay.

You should have not been that wet when you heard him say that. You should have not. Truly.

But you felt that gush of slick. Steve must have smelt it too, because his nostrils suddenly flared, and his eyes darkened. Another growl ripped out of his throat. “Omega,” Steve snarled through his teeth.

“Steven,” you snapped back in the same tone. His blazing eyes were still fixated on you. Your body was trembling, your Omega thrown in for a loop as she shrieked at you from her cage, practically yelling at you to shut the fuck up and quit with your attitude. That if you continued, you’d soon find yourself in some deep shit.

For a moment, both of you just stayed in that position, him on top of you as you heatedly glared daggers up at him. If looks could kill, he probably would have been six feet under by now.

Really, it seemed like the two of you were locked in the most intense staring contest. All while your scents were pungent as hell and stinking up the room.

“You’re incorrigible,” hissed Steve.

“Says the little shit,” you bit back at him.

Another hiss came from Steve.

Your Omega was throwing the biggest fit ever, making you have a headache. “Alright alright,” you said with a slight groan as you tried to fight, “—we’ll call a truce for now. Please get off of me. My Omega’s giving me the worst headache ever and I’d like to have her calmed down.”

The heavy weight known as Steve Rogers got off you, and that heavy weight lifted off of you.

You breathed out a sigh of relief, cause Holy Gotham City, he had been freaking heavy.

Slowly getting back up onto your feet, your gripped your head as your Omega slowly stopped throwing her temper tantrum.

“… Shit…” you groaned. Who knew an Omega could be so stressful?

Getting your forebodings all back in order, you slowly regained your senses.

And a look of pure horror overtook your face.

“Did… did I…?” you trailed off, your voice coming out in a horrified whisper.

“Did you what?” Steve repeated.

“Did I glow like Rapunzel from Tangled?” You suddenly burst out.

For a moment, Steve looked utterly helpless and confused.

Who was Rapunzel from Tangled again?

Then, he got it.

Oh, right. The blonde-haired princess whose hair glowed when she sang. From that one movie.

“You were glowing. Not just your hair.” Steve said to you. Still horrified, you desperately made a run for it, to which Steve followed right behind you, shouting your name as you ran down the hall.

You had started to panic.

Which, had made you literally start to glow, just like Rapunzel from Tangled. Except, it wasn’t just your hair that was glowing. Your entire body was glowing, making you appear like an ethereal being. Because you were giving off so much distress, your scent had spread out and started to pollute the room, making it smell so floral. Steve nearly choked and coughed when your scent hit his nose. He felt as if your scent was like a bulldozer that he was heading his way so quickly.

Due to the serum, he managed to catch up with you. Just like before, he had tackled you down to the floor, making you shout.

Several times, Steve tried to call out your name.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Four times.

Until…

“Omega! Look at me!” Steve roared.

Almost immediately, you snapped back. Like a rubber band snapping onto your wrist. Or a Frisbee coming back after being thrown. Or even Percy’s sword Riptide, coming back into his pocket after he had thrown it in the grass in the first Percy Jackson and the Olympians series.

There was no more squirming, no more fidgeting when Steve used that Tone.

His Tone.

The Alpha Voice.

Your Omega stopped thrashing in you. Her Alpha had given her a Command. Why wouldn’t she follow it?

You were looking at him.

You looked so small, so helpless to Steve that he felt bad for you. He could smell your fear. He could smell it all around.

Your eyes were watery, and a lone tear rolled down your face.

“You have to go.”

Never had you sounded so broken in your entire life. This was why you didn’t want to get close to Alphas!

This was why!

“No. I’m not leaving.” Steve’s voice was strong. Full of resolve.

You still squirmed in his grip. “You have to,” you protested. “No I don’t.” he snarled through his teeth, his canines poking through as his tongue licked over them.

Your heart was pounding.

A gust of air smacked you right in the face as Steve picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder.

You made a noise.

“Steve? Steve? Steve! Put me down!” You screeched.

Steve, however, did not listen to your pleas. He continued to trudge down the hallway while carrying you at the same time. Even while you had pounded your fists on his shoulders, he wouldn’t budge!

Not one bit! None!

It infuriated you!

Your shouts of protest followed Steve all the way down the hall until he reached the elevators, and once he smacked the button to go down.

He put you down as you let out a huff. The elevator doors closed with a ding as you brushed yourself off.

“I meant it. You should leave while you still can.”

Your words had Steve whipping his head towards you. “And I meant it when I said I wasn’t leaving.” his clap back made you sigh. Instead of putting up a fight, you smacked the button that was the numbered floor to Medical. You still had to work, after all. You presumed that they would just reschedule the meeting with the entire department at a later date.

“You should, though. It’ll keep you in less danger. And I’d rather not be a burden to you.” you remarked.

Steve’s jaw tightened. Luckily, there were still a couple more floors to go. So, he could say the next thing. “And that’s what you think you are? A burden?” He snapped at you. You didn’t say anything.

Because yes, some part of you did believe that. You still could remember the horrified screams from your younger siblings when you had arrived in the States, whenever you glowed. You glowed like a frigging beacon. And when your other cousin had shown similar symptoms of her mutant ability too— it was as if the world had changed even further. Suddenly it was just you and your cousin against your families. The two weirdos.

And then Hydra had taken the two of you away from your families for so many years. It had taken the two of you so long to reconnect with this new world, this new era. After going to school, there was a small little part of you that still looked behind your shoulder, that secretly looked out at this huge family that had thrived while you had been frozen and kept away.

Your family had moved on.

You hadn’t.

You still looked the same. You still looked as young as you had been when you had been an immigrant, being told to “go back to your country” and being asked if you ate cats and dogs, just like your Chinese neighbor that lived down the street from you, only because the frigging white kids thought the only Asian there could be was Chinese.

Even when you had told your parents that you were moving out of the family home to New York so you could work at Avengers Tower, you still felt like you still needed to look over your shoulder.

Always looking. Never stopping.

The elevator dinged, causing you to snap out of your depressive thoughts.

When Steve’s hand shot out, you quickly blocked it.

“No, Steve.”

He stopped. You turned back to gaze at him. To look into those blue eyes that were desperately searching in yours, to try and possibly rectify the situation, to tell you no. That you weren’t a burden.

And you wanted to believe it.

You wanted to.

You wanted to fool yourself into believing that you still deserved love, even after all the shit Hydra had done to you.

But you couldn’t.

You just couldn’t.

You couldn’t fool yourself into believing that shit again.

Letting go of his hand, Steve had to watch hopelessly as you stepped out of the elevator, walking into the floors of Medical, desperately ignoring the hushed whispers and curious glances that were being sent your way.

Just like the first time that you had stepped out of the elevator that faithful morning, Steve couldn’t help it.

He just knew it.

He was falling for you.

He just wished you were falling with him too.

Later that day…

You were ready to fully just go home and hide yourself in your blankets and watch Netflix.

Never had you ever gotten so many stares that you had since coming to the Avengers Compound.

All day during your shift in Medical, everyone looked at you funny. They sent you weird looks and whispered behind your back as if you simply did not exist.

It made that hole in your heart become bigger. And by the time lunch rolled around, you were ready to just take the rest of the day off and go home so you could watch your crappy Netflix shows.

You were so fucking ready.

… until you saw Steve walking towards you, lunch tray in hand. You watched with a horrified expression on your face as he strolled up good-naturedly before he sat down next to you. His lunch tray was placed on the table with a loud thud.

“I thought I told you to stay away from me.” you hissed at him. “And I thought I told you I wasn’t going to,” was his smooth reply.

This little shit!

“I was being serious,” you snapped at him.

“So was I.”

You watched as he dug into his food, beginning to eat. It led you to look down at your own bowl of food that you had made this morning. Your cucumber salad stared right back up at you as you started to pick it up with your chopsticks, starting to eat.

Both of you ate in silence, even though the cafeteria was loud and full of people today. Your cousin had texted you once lunch started, saying that she was “running an errand.”

Which basically translated to “she was going to see James.”

Good for her. Maybe she’d have better luck in the love department than you.

You had been nearly halfway into your salad before you heard Steve speaking.

“You were one of theirs too, weren’t you? Hydra’s.”

An awkward stretch of silence echoed after that. You nearly cracked your chopsticks because you were gripping them so hard. Your gaze darkened.

“Yeah. Me. Me and my cousin.”

You put down your chopsticks. You even pushed your bowl of cucumber salad away from you a little bit.

There were too many people.

It was too loud.

You couldn’t risk anything.

“I can’t tell you here. It’s too many people. Later, Steve.”

And that was that.

Meanwhile, with your cousin and Bucky…

“I’m here to see James Buchanan Barnes.”

The Alpha guard might have squinted his eyes at the Omega woman who was standing there right in front of him. He noticed she smelled like cinnamon and brown sugar. She smelled sweet like most Omegas did.

But there was something wrong with her pheromones. If he was right about his little hunch, it reminded him of Rogers. Steve Rogers and Barnes over there smelled different. Almost as if they didn’t belong here. Not in this century. Not in this era.

And this chick, she smelled like that too. The Alpha guard deduced it to just some weird magic shit and simply gave your cousin a nod.

She followed him down different hallways, keeping her head straight forward as she ignored the leering comments from the other prisoners that were inside.

Her Omega was disgusted. Disgusted! Appealed even! She bristled at hearing another leery comment being thrown her way as she settled into her cage, glowering. She even hissed at your cousin to rip someone’s throat out.

Sadly, your cousin did not do that. Instead, she followed the guard down to Bucky’s cell.

“Barnes. A woman here to see ya.” Bucky heard the guard bark at him.

He hadn’t known when he had fallen asleep exactly. But he could faintly smell the sweet scent of his girl. It made his Alpha up and alert. That deeper primal part of him was happy that his Omega had come to see him.

She watched as the dark-haired Alpha Supersoldier yawned and stretched, flexing his arms back. She even heard the metal plates on his arm readjust, which made her suck in a breath. She deeply inhaled at the sound.

Sweet lord baby Jesus.

“Twenty minutes, Barnes.” he heard the guard bark.

Twenty minutes? Bucky thought, clearly bewildered.

That was new.

“Hi,” she said shyly.

“Hi,” Bucky chuckled. He watched as she just ran up to you, gripping his hand. She switched to Russian, in order to keep their conversation private. “Something happened earlier today.”

“What? What happened today?” He sounded concerned.

“Creep Weirdo Alpha decided to fuck around with my cousin. They got into an argument because apparently, she was ‘eating too loud’.” She even kindly made air quotes around “eating too loud” to establish her point. Annoyed, your cousin scrunched up her nose in disgust.

“… so after he got her really pissed off, she started glowing and shit. Captain Rogers got everyone out before anything else happened though. From what I heard via gossip from Janice in Accounting, he might’ve also calmed her down too. But that’s just a rumor.” By the end of her speech, your cousin still looked pissed off and annoyed.

All Bucky could do after that was blink in surprise. “So… he knows now,” he said softly. A small nod was sent his way. He let out a snort. “Knowin’ the punk, he’ll just keep askin’ questions and pesterin’ her for answers. He ain’t one to give up from a fight.”

“And said fight is going to be my cousin’s rights to her precious kitty. Wonderful,” sarcasm dripped from her voice as Bucky saw her audibly roll her eyes in annoyance.

“Stevie hasn’t gotten game since nineteen-forty-five. But don’t worry— he’s a fast learner.”

She rolled her eyes again. “Yay,” her voice was dry.

Bucky broke out into snickers.

Leaning her face into the bars, she asked— “Have they decided on a verdict yet?”

Bucky’s face dropped a little. This week, they will,” he said softly. She squeezed his hand in reassurance. “There’s been a switch since Natalia dumped all of the mission reports on the Internet. I heard one person serving on the jury that they’ve never gotten so sick to their stomach before. Another person said that they were gonna stab General Ross with their pen.”

This time, your cousin was the one who snorted.

“Oh yeah. That’ll just go down well. Maybe I can ask Friday if she can replay that the next time Tony hones us in for our annual Compost vs Recyclables reminder.” She remarked with a slightly annoyed tone in her voice when she brought up the unfortunate Compost vs Recyclables meetings she attended every month.

Like okay sure, she was probably considered in her forties at this point. If she had never been frozen and taken out to do the repairs and keep Sasha company.

But shit, for her older age, she could still point out the goddamn fricking difference in composts and recyclables!

“Speaking of that horrid meeting…” her phone had dinged with the most earth-crushing news.

It was a message from Tony to everyone in the compound, stating that they were needed for that stupid shit again.

“You gotta go?” asked Bucky gently. With a designated look on her face, she gave him a solemn nod. “Our paths have crossed but now, I gotta bounce. Wish I could stay longer with you, Sasha.”

She might have blushed and giggled a bit like a teenager when Bucky pressed a kiss to her knuckles. However, she did smile when they touched foreheads. A little sigh, and then that feeling of safety seeped into her bones. Her Omega was practically content.

… until she moved away, stating that she’d attend his verdict later that week.

And just like that, she was leaving.

A little bit later in the afternoon, with you...

“Okay guys,” you heard Tony boom later that day in the mid-afternoon, sitting in the huge auditorium. The dark-haired Alpha held a huge ass pointer stick that reminded you of conducting sticks that your younger niece followed in her Orchestra classes. He was pointing, nay, gesturing to the green bin that said COMPOST and then the blue bin that said RECYCLE on it.

“… I don’t know how many times I gotta tell you this shit…”

Then, the PowerPoint on the projector changed to COMPOST VS RECYCLABLES.

Several groans echoed around the room in dismay. You saw your cousin who sat with the engineering department openly facepalm herself a few rows up from you.

“I can’t believe I gave up doing what I did for lunch for this,” Steve heard your cousin swear under her breath.

If looks could kill, he easily imagined your cousin laser beaming his fellow Avenger all the way down to the floor. Definitely could hit six feet under with no problem.

“I gave up a nail appointment for this,” Steve heard Natasha groan from a couple of rows in front of him. He also heard Clint muttering something along the lines of “I’m taking away Stark’s car keys.”

Which, in his opinion, would be a humorous sight if he ever saw one. He would totally pay to see that happen. But he would never tell Tony that.

Early on, Steve had tuned out Tony’s ramblings about people fucking up the differences between compost and recyclables.

You knew he was sitting next to you.

Of course, you knew he was fucking sitting next to you. The spicy scent of black pepper and the familiar woody smell had penetrated your nose.

And, it also helped to note that he was also taking up the entire seat. His huge beefy form made him look so freaking big in the theater chairs. It was nearly almost comical how huge he was because the theater chairs were so freaking small.

Even without looking at him, you knew what he was doing.

His hand had strayed towards the armrest that the two of you shared, his arm brushing against yours. And then, as if it was just a normal thing— his hand fell into yours. Both of your hands fell together, your fingers lacing over the others.

You were holding hands with Steve.

Steve.

Steven Grant Motherfucking Rogers.

Captain America.

Steve.

Oh yeah, this was going to give your Omega a complete and utter meltdown. Not to mention, your siblings would all be having a field day. Even your niece and nephew would be jealous. They loved Captain America. They had all the merch. Cups, blankets, hell— even your nephew had a backpack with Steve all over it. Captain America was his favorite Avenger. Your niece on the other hand, well, she was more inclined to be in the Hulk group. She too wished she could smash things and it be socially acceptable.

Either way, you knew Christmas was gonna be a huge blowout.

You just knew it.

That night in the Avenger’s Compound, with Steve…

Steve had been fully ready to go to your apartment, to go and finish the conversation from earlier today when he heard a knock in his personal, private bedroom. It was a separate wing, really high up in the Avengers Compound. Tony had made sure to install personal necessities, like the rooms being supersoldier proof. And soundproof, considering there was Bruce and the big green guy, and Clint and Natasha. Which Tony dubbed lovingly as “Clintasha” for some weird reason, but everyone just rolled with it.

Tony was just… Tony. There was no simpler explanation than that.

Adjusting his jacket while he looked at himself in the mirror one last time, he moved to unlock and open his door.

What he saw on the other side surprised him.

It was Tony.

Tony looked very terrified, and disheveled. Honestly, if Steve didn’t know any better, he probably would have suggested he go down to Medical or something.

“I saw the security footage. I heard all of the gossips. Get your ass in the conference room right now.”

Which was why he was unfortunately not at your apartment and instead stuck in a conference room, waiting for you and your cousin to arrive.

Approximately about twenty minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Jumping up so fast Steve might have mistaken Tony for a supersoldier or another Enhanced individual himself, Tony skidded to the door and opened it immediately.

On the other side were you, and your cousin looking very annoyed.

“Stark, I gave up watching my annual marathon of Pride and Prejudice with Colin Firth for this,” your cousin snapped in a scathing tone.

“I also gave up our annual marathon watching Pride of Prejudice for this,” you admitted in agreement. You stood next to her, looking as sad as she was.

Steve had no idea what Pride and Prejudice was, but the two of you looked bummed out.

Well… just you, really. Your cousin looked like she was ready to throttle Tony right then and there.

Waving away any mention of Pride and Prejudice, Tony ushered the two Omegas to sit down before he grabbed yet another pointer.

“Friday, please pull up the security footage from this morning. And dim the lights while you’re at it, won’t cha?”

“Yes, Master Stark.” Friday’s disembodied voice echoed around the room. The lights in the room dimmed until it was pitch black, and then the projector started rolling.

The security footage was HD, which was something Tony had personally done himself. If there were to be any culprits sneaking about in the Compound, he wanted to make sure he could see who it was.

So, HD it was.

The footage had been normal. You had walked into the Compound, flanked by Steve. The two of you walked into the Compound together and headed for the elevators.

“Aw, you guys look so cute. Look Tony, he’s whispering something in her ear.” Your cousin teased the Avenger good-naturedly while you shot her the ugliest look you could muster.

Tony just snickered.

Steve however, remained silent.

You and Steve walked into the elevator together with Clint, Natasha, and Sam. Then, Tony had called out, “Friday, speed up to the good part.”

Your cousin raised a curious brow. Quietly speaking in Hmong to you, “You didn’t blind the guy, did you?”

“I should have,” was your only grumbled response.

The security footage was sped up to show Helen and the rest of the Medical Department in the conference room. You were sitting at your chair, just minding your own business as you chewed on your grapes.

Your grip on the armrests of the chair tightened significantly. Steve noticed. How could he not notice? How could he not look?

Like earlier in the huge auditorium, his hand slipped into yours. You gripped his hand tight. So tight, if it weren’t for the fact that he wasn’t a supersoldier, you might’ve broken his hand.

Good thing Steve was a supersoldier honestly. If he still had been small, you probably would have crushed him easily.

The shit hit the fan when freaking Chad got up and started arguing with you. The two of you argued back and forth as you watched your temper slowly rise.

As your argument with Chad continued over the security footage, you started glowing. It looked a little weird on the cameras, almost grainy, considering it was grey. But nonetheless, you had begun to glow. People started to scream and run out of the room as they noticed your glow.

“Next time I need you to scare away any creepos or the stinky ex, I should sing the flower gleam and glow song,” your cousin snickered to you. “Oh definitely,” you nodded in agreement.

After all the people had left, and Steve had shouted at Chad to get the fuck out, he tackled you down to the floor.

“Oh my,” said your cousin. “What a scandal. That looks like it hurt a little.”

Yes.

It definitely had hurt a little bit. After all, it wasn’t every day that you were tackled by a supersoldier.

And then after Steve had gotten off of you and explained what had happened, you bolted down the hall, only for Steve to shout for you. Like in the conference room, he tackled you down again right onto the floor in the middle of the hallway.

“Wow. Two for two. You’re a lucky duck cous,” your cousin remarked. Although, her facial expressions changed, and she scrunched up her nose when she heard you whimper.

“I came here to see you looking badass as shit, not for me to witness the Greatest Sexual Tension since James Spader and Maggie Gyllenhaal from the Secretary.” If possible, your cousin looked like she was gonna call it a night and go to her apartment and officially not come back for a couple of days. Knowing her, she was probably going to hole herself up in her apartment watching

“Shut up,” you hissed. She just stuck her tongue out at you like the mature adult that she was.

Tony raised a significant brow, giving all the eyebrow action as he watched Steve throw you over his shoulder like you were just a mere rag doll. He continued this pose when you started shrieking for Steve to put you down, to no avail. He watched as Steve took you to the elevators, a considerable look on his face.

He whistled lowly. “Capiscle’s not gonna take you over off of him any time soon. If he decides something, he’s gonna get his results no matter what it takes. Hey, did you really punch Adolf Hitler in the face?” Tony inquired of the blond Supersoldier. “No I didn’t Tony,” Steve sighed. “But I would have loved to.”

Tony let out a gasp, as if the words hurt him. “Oh my lanta!” He exclaimed. “Well! Between the four of us, we’ll agree that you did. It paints a very nice image in my head.” the Alpha decided with a solid nod.

“Whatever you say, Tony.” Steve shrugged.

Steve and you were in the elevator, having your discussion. There was no sound— it was just security footage after all. But, Tony noticed your face change as your face dropped at the words you had told Steve echoed in your head at that very moment.

“I meant it. You should leave while you still can.”

“You should, though. It’ll keep you in less danger. And I’d rather not be a burden to you.”

“That’s all Friday. You can stop the security footage.” Tony’s voice rang out. “Yes, Master Stark.” Friday’s voice floated out.

The room was dark for a second before the lights turned back on. The three of you watched as Tony stood up, striding his way to the front of the room.

“Cap. Can you leave the room for a sec?” Tony asked.

“No.”

Tony blinked. “Cap?” He said again. “I said no. I’m staying here,” stated Steve firmly.

Tony let out a sigh as if he had been anticipating this. “Okay,” he said with a shrug.

Then. Tony’s face changed.

“Okay. Seriously. You guys are real, right? You’re a real doctor, right? Right? And you’re a real engineer, right? Right?” he started to panic.

“Yes. Yes we are Tony,” your cousin spoke through her snorts and muffled laughter. “We have our degrees to prove it,” you added helpfully.

“Oh! Good. Okay. Then you guys need to sign these. Please put everything in.” Tony was relieved. He pushed two stacks of paper, the cherry on top being the two pens that were laying on top of the paper.

You and your cousin shared a look before both of you smirked at one another.

Later, Steve dropped you home.

Your cousin bid the two of you adieu after the paper signing and headed off to her apartment.

Leaving Steve to drive you home in his motorcycle.

Even when you were walking up all those damn copious flights of stairs up to your little crib— you could feel the tension. You could feel the energy between you and Steve changing.

For a second, you were nervous. Your Omega was crooning, knowing exactly what was about to go down.

And alright. Fine. She would admit this was quick for her, but who gave a shit! This Alpha smelled nice! This Alpha would protect her! This Alpha was perfect for her!

You just needed to see reason, was all she was concerned about. After you’d see reason, you would understand with her.

So when you reached the door of your apartment, your hand might have lingered on your apartment keys.

Your keys jingled and shook nervously in your hand.

Your tongue darting out to wet your lips, you managed to get your door unlocked. And then you were pushing your door open, followed by Steve who walked in behind you. The door closed and Steve made sure to lock the top and bottom. When he spotted you taking off your shoes at the front near the door, he did the same.

It was only polite, after all. And his Ma taught him to be a gentleman, even when he had been tiny as shit.

Or maybe that was just a forties thing?

Anywho, Steve followed you into your apartment, trekking behind you as you padded your way to your living room. It was nice and cozy. You had a few plants in the space, a pathos plant chilling and living its best life as it coiled against the wall.

“Oh, my baby grew!” You cried out in happiness. Steve blinked. “Is that a plant?” He was surprised. “Oh yes,” you nodded enthusiastically, “—she’s my baby. She’s growing very well. Pathos plants are the easiest to grow because they don’t take all that much work to maintain. And it’s pretty easy for her to have… babies.” you had an awkward smile on your face at the last bit.

“Okay I need to stop referring to my plants as my children,” you hastily muttered under your breath as Steve barked out a laugh. Like a bee following the sweet scent of nectar, he followed you down the hall.

You were still very nervous. At first, you were lowkey kinda beating yourself up about it.

This was Steve.

Steve.

He had been in your apartment many times before. You had always felt safe around him. He made you feel safe. Maybe it had been that deep part of you, your designation as an Omega that craved a companion. An Alpha. Maybe it had been that. There were just some things Hydra couldn’t wipe away, like your designation's deepest needs.

That had been one thing you had been able to keep after Hydra had wrecked your life.

Ironic that another super soldier and the America Virtue of Justice would be the one to make you feel safe again.

But you couldn’t help yourself. Your Omega was happily content as she watched the blond Alpha stride to be closer to her. Steve wanted you. He had made his interest clear. He wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon either. And, you weren’t inclined to find another Alpha. Deep in your soul, you knew.

Steve was the right one. He was gonna be it for it.

So why not give it a try? Give it a whirl? It wouldn’t hurt.

Steve came from behind, gently pulling you back so your back would smush right up against his front. It allowed him to breathe in your scent, allowing him to inhale the sweet floral smell up close. He even buried his face into your neck, his tongue darting out to lick at your gland. When you started to whine and whimper against him, grinding your ass against his erection, Steve couldn’t even swallow at the feeling of him getting hard.

Because how could he? How could he, when you smelled this good? When he could smell your slick oozing out of you, trickling down your inner thighs and you suddenly had a very strong urge to kick off your jeans.

The tension in the air was so freaking thick you could cut it. Preferably with a butcher’s knife.

“You wanna move this to your nest?” Steve helpfully suggested.

You couldn’t agree more.

To be continued...

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