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Stetsons and Lace (Stony)

Whoohoo! We got another commission for the STETSONS AND SCHOOLTEACHERS verse! This one is for @ohmydarling who wanted a SAS Vday focusing on Stony and pregnant!Omegas!

VDAY COMMISSIONS HERE!

Enjoy! (its so fluffy omg)

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A tiny Stetson hat sat on the mantle above the fireplace in Steve and Tony’s home, no bigger than the palm of Steve’s hand, not useful in the least but still the most important thing in the entire house.

It had been very carefully placed there Christmas morning, mere minutes after Steve had opened his present from Tony, the big Alpha’s knees literally giving out when he saw the little thing, his mate not knowing whether to laugh or to cry over the joy on the Sheriffs face.

“Yes?” Steve had asked, shaky and uncertain and almost afraid to hope but Tony had nodded, and then Steve’s knees really had gone out, all two hundred plus pounds of him dropping to the floor in an unconscious heap, brought low by the mere sight of a baby hat.

Steve had come to as Tony was laughing hysterically, the sassy Omega nearly howling, holding his sides so they wouldn’t split, but Steve was too happy to care, snatching up the little hat and carrying it carefully over to the mantle so he would see it every day, and that’s where it had stayed for the past six weeks or so.

Tony ran his fingers over the soft leather brim as he dusted a cloth along the shelf, humming to himself as he cleaned, replacing the hat in the exact same spot as he went. For an Alpha who had yet to discover that dirty socks went in the hamper, Steve was surprisingly fastidious about making sure the hat was put back in the same exact place every single time and Tony was more than happy to accommodate his Alpha in this one, fairly adorable act.

“Tony, are you cleaning again?” Clint walked through the door without knocking, ambling over to the other Omega and turning him around for a quick kiss. “You get mated and knocked up and you turn right into a little helper wife, don’t you?”

“I hate everything you just said.” Tony replied flatly, but he kissed Clint back anyway, combing his fingers through the shaggy hair and down to Clint’s belly. “Are you ready for some lunch at Valkyries? How are you feeling?”

“Same as I’ve been for the past five months, round and waddling.” Clint grimaced when Tony bent and purred at his stomach. “Stop doing that. Purring at my belly isn’t going to make the baby an Omega no more than Sam growling at it will make it an Alpha, you’re both ridiculous.”

“Oh I’m ridiculous?” Tony raised his eyebrows meaningfully. “I’m ridiculous? You changed clothes four times yesterday morning because you hated everything in your closet and yet you ended up wearing the same boring khaki you always do.”

“Just because I prefer not to dress like a dandy--” Clint eyed Tony’s ruffled top and coordinating pants, the entire outfit shades of soft blue. “--doesn’t mean I’m boring.”

“You’re very boring.” Tony kissed him again and put the dust rag away, resting a palm over the still nearly indiscernible bump beneath his shirt. “And practical as hell. This is your chance to dress anyway you want and still have everyone tell you that you’re a sweet, pretty Omega. Literally no one would ever say anything about what you're wearing--”

“Which is why you've thrown anything that isn't covered in lace and ruffles out the window?”

“--which is why I've thrown anything that isn't covered in lace and ruffles out the window, and yet you decide to wear a khaki Sheriff’s Deputy uniform with a few seams taken out to give your belly room.” Tony clicked his tongue in disapproval. “You should try being high maintenance Clint, it’s much more fun than you think it is.”

“I’ll have you know people already tell me I’m a sweet, pretty Omega no matter what I’m wearing.” Clint said dryly. “And I think you’re high enough maintenance for the both of us. Where did you even get that outfit, did Pepper bring it from back East for you?”

“She did!” Tony gave a little twirl, the layers of ruffles on his top flaring out around him in a cloud of pale blue. “She brought me three different sets and I love her for it. And my Alpha can’t get enough of seeing me in them.” his cheeks went a little pink. “So that's nice too.”

“It’s both adorable and gross that you still blush when you call the Sheriff your Alpha.” Clint muttered begrudgingly. “When is that going to stop?”

“Probably never.” Tony shrugged into his jacket and slipped on sturdy boots so he wouldn’t slip and fall on the ice outside. “It took us long enough to get to the point where we could call each other ours, and I hope we never get tired of it.”

“Adorable and gross.” Clint repeated, but his blue eyes softened. “I’ve never seen Steve even close to half this happy, you know? Known that Alpha for years and he smiled more in the first few weeks of knowing you than he ever had before.”

“I know.” Tony reached for Clint’s hand so they could help each other down the few stairs. “But why wouldn’t he smile about me? I’m delightful.”

“You’re delightfully a pain in my ass.” Clint teased. “Come on, I’m starving and Valkyrie promised to cook us something good for lunch. My favorite thing about--” a gentle pat to his stomach. “--is that I can eat for a whole posse and no one would dare say anything about it. They just put more food on my plate and tell me I’m glowing.”

“You’re not glowing, you’re sweating.” Tony informed him, and Clint squawked in outrage. “But don’t worry, I won’t let anyone else tell you that.”

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“Hello lovelies.” Valkyrie was over to see Clint and Tony before they had even sat down at a table, kissing both Omegas on both cheeks and trilling in happiness as she smoothed her palms over their bellies. “Pretty Omegas, I have something special just for you to eat, hm? Have to keep your energy up, don’t we! I’ll bring you water and Tony, I have ginger ale for your morning sickness. Clint, you’ll be drinking orange juice.”

“I don’t want orange juice!” Clint complained. “Can I have ginger ale instead?”

“You need your vitamins.” The Beta said flatly, and Clint knew better than to argue. “Juice and water and then I’ll start your lunches.”

“Thank you, Valkyrie.” Tony lifted his head for another kiss, and Valkyrie gave it to him gladly, running her fingers through his hair and smiling in approval over the length.

“Don’t do that.” Tony fussed, trying to smooth his hair back down. “It’s gotten so thick lately I feel like it’s permanently fluffed out! I look half crazy all the time!”

“Well I’m sure your Alpha loves pulling on it, don’t he?” Valkyrie gave the same treatment to Clint’s hair, ruffling up the strands until it was standing a good two inches off his head. “Same with you, hm? If I were your Alpha I’d do all sorts of things when your hair got long like this.”

“Valkyrie, don’t you have an Alpha doing things to you?” Clint emphasized, tipping his head back to encourage the impromptu head massage. “I’m sure Diana likes your hair.”

“Diana loves my hair.” Valkyrie flushed the tiniest bit over the mention of the wild Alpha that had literally walked through the doors of the tavern the year before and won herself both Valkyries heart and body before the night was over. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t think of wicked things to do to the two of you.”

“Valkyrie, are you trying to steal my Omega from me again?” Sam interrupted the conversation with a good natured jab at the Beta’s side. “Hand off, Beta.”

“If you kept your hands on, you wouldn’t have so much to worry about Alpha.” Valkyrie tossed back, but she stepped aside with an indulgent smile so Sam could kiss his mate, the smile growing when the Alpha growled possessively over Clint’s bump. “You want lunch, Deputy?”

“Please.” Sam turned so he could kiss Tony as well before sitting down next to Clint, slipping an arm around the wonderfully-not-trim waist. “What are you two up to today? Causing trouble?”

“I have never caused a day of trouble in my life.” Clint insisted over an insulted sniff, and Tony added a petulant-- “I can’t believe you would ever even think we would--”

“Hey Omegas.” Bucky flopped into the chair at the other side of the table. “Causing trouble?”

Loudly offended gasps from both Omegas, Sam smothering a laugh into his hand, and Bucky immediately took his words back, rumbling low and coaxing so Clint and Tony would relax.

No Alpha in the world was immune to the flower-laced scent of an expecting Omega, and no Alpha in his or her right mind would do anything to upset one, so he growled real sweet at them until first Clint and then Tony smiled.

“That’s better.” he muttered, discarding his hat and running his hand through his hair. “Tasha would have my head if I got you two all worked up. Sam, where’s the Sheriff? I thought he was going to meet us here.”

“He got called out to the Baker’s farm.” Sam supplied. “Gonna try and make lunch but who knows. They coulda called him for help with a loose horse, could be ol’Granny Baker got in the moonshine again and wandered off. That family is like a barrel of monkeys, you never know what’s gonna come tumbling out, but it’s always shenanigans.”

“Hullo Deputy.” Valkyrie flicked Bucky’s ear as she passed, setting down a glass of juice for Clint and ginger ale for Tony. “You boys want lunch?”

“Starving.” Bucky confirmed. “Have you seen my mate yet today?”

“Should be down any minute!” she called over her shoulder as she headed back towards the kitchen. “Be right back with food!”

Natasha came down the stairs before Valkyrie returned, sweeping through the dining room in a teal gown gathered tight in all the right places, plunging in all the other places, and trailing the ground behind her as she headed right for her Alpha.

“Mate.” Bucky’s eyes lit, scooting his chair away from the table so she could fit on his lap, holding her close with his one good arm. “I miss you today.”

“I miss you today too, darling.” She murmured, then straightened with a smile when she noticed the other Omegas at the table. “Well well, look who thought to come for lunch. How are the most beautiful Omega’s in the world?”

Tony and Clint preened under the attention, but Bucky grunted, “Don’t ask questions y’know the answers too, Tash. You’re th’most beautiful Omega in the world.”

“I love you viciously.” She whispered into his ear, and then to Tony, “Where is your Alpha? Surely he isn’t letting you run about town by yourself, not in your condition. I’m surprised he isn’t carrying you around like Sam did with Clint for first few months.”

“I’m barely in any condition at all.” Tony waved her off. “And he knows better than to carry me around like Sam did, I’d shred that stupid hat he loves to wear if he so much as thought about--eep!” He shrieked a little when strong arms suddenly swooped him up out of his chair and he found himself held tight against his mate.

“You would shred my favorite hat?” Steve sounded horrified but that didn’t stop him from cuddling his Omega close and kissing him breathless. “But what if I want to carry you everywhere?”

“Sheriff Rogers.” Tony pushed halfheartedly at an immovable chest. “I am not about to let you carry me anywhere at all, much less everywhere I go.”

“Not even on our walks, Mr. Rogers?” Steve lowered his voice into a rumble and Tony shivered in delight. “What if I want to carry you on our walks?”

“Sheriff Rogers.” Tony purred teasingly. “What kind of Omega do you take me for, willing to take walks in the middle of the afternoon?”

“You were willing to take a walk last night when I joined you in your bath.” Steve countered, keeping his voice very soft as he set Tony back down in the chair, a protective hand over the barely there bump. He ran his nose over the curve of Tony’s neck, breathing in the scent of blossoms that filled the Omega's usual apple and spice scent, sighing contentedly. “And again early this morning, and if I remember correctly you asked for another--”

“That’s quite enough from you!” Tony interrupted loudly and Steve pulled away with one last lingering kiss.

“Uh yeah.” Bucky cut in. “That is quite enough. No one wants’ta see that when we’re waiting for our lunch. S’bad enough your Omega’s all picky and finicky now that he’s expectin’ don’t wanna see you two get all gross together too.”

Everyone around the table laughed, but Steve’s voice had an edge of a growl to it when he replied, “I’d be careful what you say about my mate, Deputy. Tony has every right to be as finicky as he wants about whatever he wants right now, you understand?”

“Holy shit man, take it back.” Sam elbowed Bucky. “Sheriff ain’t joking around.”

“Right.” Bucky grumbled. “I forgot that Stevie lost every bit of of his sense’a humor now that Tony is--”

A warning growl from the blonde Alpha, blue eyes tinging red, and Natasha clapped a hand over her mates mouth. “Bucky is apologizing, Sheriff.” She said, eyes twinkling with laughter. “No one is making fun of your mate. Now stop growling before you make my and Valkyries customers nervous.”

“My god.” Clint whispered to Tony. “There’s something so hot about a protective Alpha.”

“Yeah.” Tony whispered back, doing a little wiggle in his seat. “Tell me about it.”

“Foods up, darlings.” Valkyrie came back with arms laden with plates, setting the first one down in front of Clint, the other in front of Tony. “Alright Clint, your noodles were made with butter and no garlic but I added onions for flavor. No spinach because it makes you sick but more broccoli because you need your greens, and you better drink your juice.”

“Thank you.” Clint beamed up at her before digging in happily.

“Tony, yours has no noodles because you hate them right now so I made a red sauce with extra garlic but only a few onions and poured it over some chicken and tossed the whole mess over some toast.”

“Oh, toast.” Tony hesitated, poking at his food with a fork. “Valkyrie--”

“I picked all the seeds out of your bread.” She told him and Tony sighed in relief. “And there’s no butter on it, but I added extra peas in your veggies and don’t worry, no carrots touched your plate at all.”

“You’re a darling.” Tony said seriously, and she kissed his forehead. “I mean it.”

“I know you do.” Three plates plunked down in front of the Alpha’s, a smaller portion placed in front of Natasha. “Enjoy.”

“Um, Valkyrie?” Bucky frowned down at his plate. “What is this? Where’s my steak?”

“The Omega’s aren’t eating steak right now, the smell makes them sick so everyone is eating chicken or lamb.” Valkyrie answered authoritatively. “Is there a problem?”

“Uh--no, but if I could just--” Sam spoke up this time, pushing some of the salad off to the corner of his plate. “Why is there so many leaves with my lunch? I don’t do salad.”

“Well, you do salad when I gave all the other veggies to the Omega’s, don’t you?” Valkyrie pinned the Alpha’s with a look. “Eat it or leave.”

“My god, I can’t wait until I can eat normal food again--” Bucky started to complain but Steve snarled and he switched immediately to-- “My god, I just love chicken and salad, it's my favorite.”

Valkyrie grinned triumphantly and Clint and Tony tried to hide their smirk. Steve dug into his food without even pausing and Sam and Bucky only sighed a little as they crunched through their salad.

Natasha watched it all from her perch on Bucky’s lap, nibbling at her own food and wondering to herself if any of the catalogs upstairs had options for maternity lingerie. Expecting Omega’s deserved pretty things, and even thought Clint dressed boring and practical, she knew that Tony had swayed the Deputy over to the ruffled side of intimate wear, which meant she could order all sorts of fun things for them.

“What are you thinking about, mate?” Bucky looked up from his lunch and she dotted a kiss onto his nose.

“Nothing, my love.”

“Alright.” Bucky’s blue eyes flickered with something she couldn’t quite read. “We should talk later, hm? You and me?”

Natasha nodded, her heart picking up nervously. “Of course, Alpha.”

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Monday morning brought a new day of school and Tony hated that he didn’t want to go, but lately it was taking most of his energy just to make it through the day by himself, much less to also coach a dozen and a half rowdy children through a day of learning as well.

February was the worst month in Wildrock, winter coming over the hills in the distance to lock their little town down with cold and wind and ice, the sun still setting early enough to make the days feel all too short, the children cranky from being stuck inside for most of the days since Christmas.

In an attempt to alleviate the boredom-- and to distract himself from bouts of nausea and exhaustion-- Tony broke the children into different groups and gave them different crafts to do instead of slogging through yet another vocabulary lesson. It was February after all, and Valentines Day was coming up, so hand making valentines for their parents and friends and perhaps even a crush was a good way to pass some time.

But even with paper supplies and bits of ribbons and lace, the children were still rowdy and Tony rubbed at his temples and counted to a hundred when yet another crudely constructed confetti ball was rained down on the girls heads, leading to screams and shrieks and general mayhem.

“Children!” Tony stood and clapped his hands loudly. “Valentine’s Day is not a time for calamity and war, it is a time for sweetly spoken words given in hushed tones alongside gentle touches! Do not turn my classroom into a war zone when I’d really rather it resemble a Parisian garden.”

Usually a clever turn of phrase had the children settling down and listening attentively, but today Tony’s words had no effect at all, in fact they might have made the noise worse as the boys in the class started chanting for war and hastily assembling more paper bombs and the girls chattered excitedly about going to Paris and seeing gardens and Tony---

--Well Tony was starting to wonder if he could make it upstairs to the apartment above the school so he could vomit in peace because apparently his morning sickness also extended through to lunchtime and wasn’t that fantastic?

Tony prided himself on hardly ever having to raise his voice with the children, but when a desk cracked because Harley had physically tackled Peter in an attempt to get a piece of red construction paper, enough was enough.

Damn it, he was exhausted but that sort of behavior couldn’t be tolerated in his classroom, so Tony straightened up and readied himself to actually shout at the boys, to demand they settle down.

But before Tony even took in a full breath, before he could figure out what he wanted to shout, a low growl rolled over the classroom, rumbling through the floor and laden with enough Alpha to send even the rowdiest of students scrambling for their seats.

Thank God.

Before taking Steve as his mate, Tony never would have shown any sort of weakness at all, preferring to deflect any insecurity or uncertainty with a quippy comment or sarcastic remark. But after nearly a year of being bonded to Steve, he had no problem sagging against the desk in relief, dropping his head into his hands when he saw the Sheriff standing in the doorway to the classroom.

“Children.” Steve was still growling, the words curling heavy and authoritative as he spoke. “I am positive that Mr. Rogers requires better behavior than this in his classroom, isn’t that correct?”

The children shuffled nervously and the Alpha straightened up, folding powerful arms over his broad chest as he pinned the boys with a look. “Mr. Parker. Mr. Keener. Instead of recess today I think you’ll be taking that desk to the wood shop and fixing it, don’t you?”

“Yes Sheriff.” Peter said instantly, echoed by a quiet, “Yes, Sheriff.” from Harley.

“Why don’t you all bundle up and go outside for a few moments now that the sun is up.” Steve said then and the children obediently shuffled over for their heavy coats and gloves, nearly tip toeing out of the classroom and down the front stairs.

As soon as the class was empty, Steve dropped the Alpha Sheriff routine and about ran to Tony, gathering him close and crooning softly. “Sweetheart, are you okay? What’s wrong? Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong.” Tony turned his head so he could hear Steve’s steady heartbeat, burrowing closer to his mate. “I’m just tired today. Tired and I’ve been nauseous and I can’t blame the children for being so antsy but I don’t have any patience and--”

“Hush hush.” Steve gave him a quick kiss, running his nose through Tony’s hair before guiding the Omega to his own throat, tilting his head so Tony could scent him. “It’s alright, honey. My Omega. It’s alright.”

“I can’t believe you growled at the children.” A shiver went through Tony as his body started calming, the scent of his Alpha filling his senses and settling his nerves “I’ve never seen them get so quiet so quickly.”

“I didn’t mean to growl at them.” Steve admitted. “But I peeked through the window and you looked overwhelmed that I might have gotten a little protective and over reacted.”

“A little protective?” Tony repeated, hiding a pleased smile in Steve’s shoulder. “Like you did the other day when Bucky poked me and you almost broke his finger.”

“He shouldn’t be touching my mate.” Steve snarled, and then instantly, “Sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean to growl again.”

“Oh my god.” Tony hooked his arms a little more securely around the Sheriff’s neck. “I’m fine, Steve. I’m tired, that’s all. Just tired and maybe... maybe hungry?” he finished hopefully, his stomach suddenly growling. “I’m hungry? Do you have a snack?”

“I thought you would be hungry, so I do have snacks, they are just out in Nomad’s bag.” Steve leaned away just far enough to kiss his Omega soundly, rubbing slow circles over the gentle curve of Tony’s stomach. “I’ll be right back, honey. Please sit down, get off your feet. I’ll bring the children back in.”

No less than ten minutes later, the children were settled quietly in their groups again, diligently making Valentines and only speaking in whispers. Harley and Peter were sitting back to back to avoid any more shenanigans, and Tony was happily munching through a box of his favorite caramel candies. His lips were still tingling from the last kiss Steve had given him, a hand was resting comfortably on his belly, and an extra blanket from Nomad’s saddlebags was tucked around his legs and waist.

Sheriff Rogers was ridiculously overprotective and entirely too concerned about every little thing about Tony’s condition, but good Christ did Tony love him.

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“So he just growled at the children?” Clint asked over a mouthful of caramel candies, snuggling deeper into the covers next to Tony. “Stood at the door and growled at them?”

“And they were suddenly the most well behaved children for the rest of the day.” Tony confirmed, snagging the box from Clint and stuffing a handful into his mouth. “And then he went out to Nomad because he’d brought me an extra blanket and some candies since he thought I would want a snack.”

“Hey, remember when you first came to Wildrock and declared that you didn’t need an Alpha and had no interest in being taken care of by one?” Clint jostled the other Omega lightly. “And how you only wanted Steve for his knot, but had no use for the rest of him?”

“Sure do.” Tony unwrapped another candy. “What the hell was I thinking? Letting Steve wait on me hand and foot is so much better than all that.”

“We all wondered the same thing.” Clint dropped a kiss on Tony’s nose and pulled the blankets up higher. “Speaking of not needing Alpha’s at all, when the hell is mine going to get home and build me a fire?”

“You might be practical but you are worthless!” Tony accused, then squealed when Clint tickled at him. “Just go start a fire! I know you know how to!”

“Why don’t you know how to?” Careful to avoid any pressure on either of their bellies, Clint wrestled Tony down against the bed and pinned him there with a kiss. “I’m further along than you are, you should be spoiling me!”

“You know damn well that sharing my candy is as much spoiling as I will ever do.” Tony retorted, and wove his fingers through Clint’s hair to bring him back for another kiss. “Wacky Omega.”

“I didn’t say you had to spoil me with candy.” Clint’s eyes lit wickedly. “I’m sure I could think of another way or two for you to spoil me.”

“Oh yeah?” Tony raised his eyebrows when Clint started pulling at his pants. “Horny thing, doesn’t your Alpha keep you satisfied?”

“Uhhhh in my delicate condition I need more satisfying than usual?” Clint offered and Tony burst out laughing, sliding into a moan as hands started wandering, their lips meeting again and again. “Besides.” Clint mumbled against Tony’s mouth. “Your Alpha has been so protective lately we haven’t had two seconds together and--”

“What on earth is happening in my own bed?!” Loudly, from the door and both Omegas jumped apart guiltily, peeking up at Sam from beneath the blankets. “I am out there working to put food on the table and my mate and his friend are messing around behind my back?”

“Um---” Tony’s voice squeaked a little. “I mean, technically it’s not behind your back if you’re facing us.”

“That's--” The Alpha’s dark eyes narrowed. “Alright fine, that makes sense. Damn school teacher and your logic.”

“Hi Alpha.” Clint sat up and motioned for his Alpha, pursing his lips for a kiss and sighing when Sam held him tight. “I was just wondering when you were going to get home.”

“Yeah, so I could build you a fire so you and Tony could canoodle together?” Sam answered and Tony snorted when Clint tried to look offended. “That’s about what I thought.”

“Tony?” Steve knocked on the door, but didn’t come in, not one to just walk into another Alpha’s bedroom. “Sweetheart, you ready to go home?”

Tony kissed Clint one last time and slid out from beneath the covers, gathering his boots and coat as he headed towards his mate. “I was sharing my candy with Clint and definitely not trying to get naked.” he said mock-seriously, and Steve caught him in a rough kiss, murmuring, “I don’t care, as long as you saved some of it for me.”

“Don’t forget the box Natasha gave you!” Sam called as Steve carried Tony from the house. “She was very adamant our mates get their present!”

“Presents?!” Clint cried and Tony shrieked-- “Presents?!” and the Alpha’s just rolled their eyes.

High maintenance mates.

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The next day brought about two Omegas giggling and blushing as they ate their breakfast perched on their mate’s laps, and two Alpha’s who growled in satisfaction every time their Omega wiggled or sighed or smiled or snuggled back tighter against their chest.

“Alright, I know I cook good food, but it’s not that good.” Valkyrie said bluntly, eyeing the couples from her spot at the bar. “No way those eggs are good enough to have those two Omegas looking like that.”

“Your eggs are amazing, darling.” Natasha said smoothly. “But I will take credit for this one. I sent the Sheriff and Deputy Wilson home with a box for their mates last night.”

“A box?” Valkyrie repeated. “Or do you mean a box?”

“I mean, a box.” Natasha emphasized. “Full of lacy wear for expecting Omegas and--ahem--marital aids in case they are not feeling up to accommodating their Alpha in the usual way.”

“You are a wicked woman!” Valkyrie threw back her head and nearly shouted with laughter. “No wonder those two Alpha’s look all stupid! They probably had the time of their lives last night!”

“I wouldn’t be quite so good at my job if I didn’t know how to please both Alphas and Omegas.” Natasha adjusted the rather risque neckline of her gown and winked at the tavern owner. “And Beta’s too, of course. If you and that wild Alpha of yours were so inclined to need a helping hand.”

“Trust me.” Valkyrie's cheeks tinted pink. “Diana and I do not need any help at all.”

“If you say so.” Natasha turned from the bar in time to see Bucky stroll through the double doors of the tavern, and she stood to greet him. “Good morning, Alpha.”

“My mate.” Bucky breathed, burying his nose in her neck and breathing in deep. “Mmmmm. Let’s go back home and start our morning over. Not get out of bed at all this time.”

“Why Deputy Barnes.” Natasha pushed at his shoulder playfully. “What on earth could be on your mind?”

“One guess, Ms. Tasha.” the Alpha rumbled and the tiny Omega purred in delight. “In fact, if I wasn’t here on an errand I’d--” he bent to croon something that was obviously enough to shock even the Madame judging by the noise Natasha made and the way her knees went weak.

Whatever the moment would have turned into was interrupted by a shout from Tony and a bark of laughter from Sam, and when Bucky and Natasha turned to look, Sam was kissing Clint’s palm while Steve was wrestling a fork from Tony’s hand, the last piece of blueberry french toast obviously what had started the fight.

“Good god does bein’ in that condition make those two crazy.” Bucky remarked, sitting back on a stool and hauling Natasha into his lap easily, his one arm more than strong enough to hold his petite mate.

“They’re adorable.” Natasha said quietly, almost wistfully. “Sam and Steve are so smitten and Clint and Tony are so beautiful right now and--”

“You want a couple?” Bucky interrupted and the Omega went very very still on his lap. “Boy and a girl? Maybe two boys and a girl so she has big brothers to protect her. What d'ya think?”

“Deputy Barnes.” Natasha’s voice was almost a whisper, hurt leeching into the words though she tried to stop it, her heart seizing in her chest. It hadn’t come up since they were mated, the topic of children. She had figured Bucky knew she...couldn’t... and he’d never said he wanted any so she had been content not to speak of it. Why would they speak of it when it wasn’t an option?

“Hear me out.” Bucky's arm tightened protectively around her waist, nosing comfortingly over her jawline. “We could go to the city and adopt a few, pick out our favorites? I’m real partial to redheads, but I could see bein’ daddy to a set of little blond girls. Boys I teach to wrassle? What do you think?”

Oh. Natasha wanted to break down crying, but instead she tipped her chin and cocked an eyebrow and replied, “I don’t think we get to just pick out our favorites, darling, that sort of thing isn’t quite like shopping. I’d think we would fall in love with whichever one needs us.”

“Whichever one needs us.” Bucky agreed. “Or whichever two or three or however many you want, yeah?” The Alpha didn’t say anything about the tears that filled the green eyes and spilled down Natasha’s cheeks, but he kissed each one away as gently as he could. “What do you think, my mate?”

“I think I love you viciously.” Natasha whispered, purring shakily when her Alpha held her even tighter. “And I want six.”

“Well then, six it is.” Bucky decided. “Gonna need a bigger house, aren’t we?”

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