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Brave New World: Part 11

“Grumpy old men.” Natasha leaned toward the camera, her green eyes narrowed in question through the video call that had been missed twice now. “How’s being mated for the second time? Is it everything you hoped for?”

Through the screen, both Steve and Bucky could make out the slightly blurred lines of colourful ink and the shaky sketch of a sun peeking through clouds. The picture itself was kept behind a frame made of dark wood that was hung on the wall, the colourful image was partially shielded by Natasha’s body and head yet they could still make out the rough lines. It was a gift from one of Clint’s kids and had largely represented what they had all wanted: mates, pups and the blissfulness of life at home.

Steve and Bucky had no other chance for pups, they had been told no by countless different doctors and with enough vehemence to make the alphas completely give up on their dreams of kids. They were destined to spend their lives feeling like something was missing from their lives and despite the happiness, they had with each other, there was always a want for more.

With Bucky and Steve’s desires temporarily resolved, they had kept to the constant fights that raged the world, until they found you. Now they had the ability to experience everything they ever desired, to have what they had always craved.

“Better than we thought it could be.” It was a peacefulness that rolled off Bucky’s tongue, a kind of easement that had drawn admiration from their close friend. “Her heat was intense.”

“I know.” Natasha leaned back against her desk chair and crossed her arms over her chest, her red hair pulled out of her face in a simple plait, the messy nature of the bride indicating how relaxed she was.

“Strange, Bruce and I have been working over the samples we took from her when she arrived. She is, as far as we can tell, completely pumped full of super-soldier serum. We talked about it before, and we mentioned that her heat would be intense and it was all designed for omegas to carry healthy pregnancies without issues.” Her eyebrows had furrowed and there was distance reflected in her eyes, a far-off look that led to an intense moment of thought.

Steve and Bucky were watching her through the screen, taking the time given to them while she slept and regained her strength from the debilitating heat. It left you exhausted and drained, even as enhanced as it was, you were tired from the sheer amount of sex you’d had with Steve and Bucky. They had done everything they could too and with you, the three of you joined by heart, mind, body and soul.

“We’ve run simulations and we think the first heat with you could result in pregnancy. It’s…extremely likely that she’ll come out of this first heat expecting. Even if she isn’t pregnant, you should start making a nest sooner rather than later. She will become agitated unless she has a space of her own, separate from your room. She will likely have an anxiety attack when she finds outs she’s pregnant, it’s been drilled into her mind from her previous reality that she was nothing but an incubator.” Natasha addressed them with unreserved honesty, a message that would hit them with both urgency and caution.

Steve and Bucky hadn’t denied or argued with her warning, they had already known that there would be some fallout and reactionary anxiousness. Both Steve and Bucky knew that the damage is done to you by the reality you escaped were not ridden from you, it was still there within your mind. Whether you knew it or not, whether you wanted to acknowledge needing help, you needed someone to talk to.

“She needs therapy.” Bucky verbalized what they were both thinking, the truth able to fall from his tongue without a struggle, it was fuelled by the instinctual need to protect and shield his mate. “She’s been through hell. Physically she’s safe but emotionally and psychologically…”

“I agree, she needs therapy. I know a psychotherapist who can help, she can telecommunicate or you could arrange to have her come to you.” Natasha drew herself away from the screen and stood, signalling the end of the video call. “Get started on a nest, make her feel comfortable. It’s more likely than not-“

“We’ll let you know when we know.” Steve astutely answered before Natasha could finish, attempting to keep himself as levelheaded as possible despite the bubbling excitement that started to boil under his skin.

“I’m happy for you too. Hurt her and I’ll come deal with you personally.” The call ended with three beeps, the black screen reflecting their own image while the two sat still and rigid.

Steve and Bucky remained still as they processed the information they had been given. It hadn’t felt like anything new to them. They knew the super-soldier serum that you’d been given had made your heat more intense, they had been through one, and they knew that what you had been given was meant to result in a pregnancy as soon as possible. They knew that and yet it felt as if this was the first time they were hearing this, it was as if this was the first time they’d been allowed to fully comprehend what was said to them.

They wanted pups so damn badly, it’s what they’d been dreaming of and hoping for. Their deepest and most intense desire for an omega and children was on the cusp of becoming fulfilled, they were finally able to have the kind of white picket fence they’d only dreamed of.

“Y/N,” they called your name, ascending the stairs with something for you to eat and some tea to help you recover from your heat, “can we come in?”

Given all that you had been through and what you survived, something as small and minute as asking permission to come into your space was pivotal. You weren’t given the kind of rights you deserved, your entire life had been controlled for the betterment of people who didn’t deserve you. It was integral that both Steve and Bucky gave you the choice an the freedom to be able to shut them out if you wanted.

“I’m in here.” You answered quietly, following your first statement with a soft ‘yes’, granting them permission to step into the room.

Sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the mirror is where they found you. Clothes scattered around the room were an unassuming mark of chaos from your need to build and rebuild your first-ever nest. Since you’d gone through your first heat and had been marked, mated in full, you had been dealing with the shift in your emotional, mental and physiological being.

Your previous reality stripped omegas of their ability to be marked and mated, to be loved and cared for like they should have been. You had never truly learned or been made aware of the changes that would come upon you after being given their marks, even being taught by them wasn’t enough.

Steve entered behind Bucky, setting the plain wooden tray of food and tea down on the top of the dresser arranging it in a way that it wouldn’t fall off and then he joined Bucky. The two of them had sat close behind you, Bucky to your left and Steve to your right, both your alphas presenting themselves with comfort and warmth.

“We should talk,” Bucky had broken the silence between you, reaching out to rest his hand on your arm, fingers trailing the soft edge of your elbow. “Y/N, sweetheart can we talk-“

You had gripped Steve’s shirt tightly in your hand, your fingers wrapped in the soft cotton as if it was a security blanket. You hadn’t answered Bucky at the moment, rather you had lifted Steve’s shirt to your nose and inhaled his scent, a gentle shiver rushing through you. Only when you were ready had you turned back to look at them, guarding yourself and your abdomen instinctively.

“You have to promise me…” You twisted his shirt in your hands, easing yourself to the point where you could communicate what you had on your mind, regardless of the self-preservation you wished to root yourself in. “I know I’ll end up pregnant sooner than later.”

“Y/N-“ Bucky cupped your arm, his thumb brushing your skin back and forth as you swallowed your words and fidgeted where you sat.

“I know you both want children, I’m not…it’s almost impossible for me not to end up pregnant from this first heat and…” They could see you biting down on the inside of your cheek, they could see the wheels in your head turning, every thought and experience you’d had in your previous reality coming back to haunt you.

“It’s why we were injected with the super-soldier serum, we were the fix for a broken world. We were the solution even against our will, and I know that you’re not-“ you averted your gaze, digging your nails into your bare legs through Steve’s shirt. They could detect every pulse of fear that was being pushed through your scent, they could detect every strike of anxiety and antic, every hit of survivor’s instinct that told you to do whatever it took.

“If you’re not ready…we can take care of it.” Steve moved closer to you, resting his hand on your knee and using the other to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing away tears rolling down your cheeks.

“Take care of it?” Your eyebrows had become furrowed and your lips pursed in thought. You reached for both of them, hands grasping onto their forearms, stabilizing yourself while your mind ran wild in different directions. Your screwed your eyes closed and took a deep, slow breath to calm yourself down, fixating yourself on Steve and Bucky as your alphas.

“I know what you mean, I know what you’re talking about.” You leaned forward, further toward them both, and exhaled slowly. “I never thought I would have this chance, to have a choice and to be in a safe enough place that I would want…this.”

“Despite what we want, it’s your choice.” Bucky tipped your chin, catching and holding your wavering gaze. “Regardless of what Steve and I want, it’s ultimately your choice. We want your happiness, we want you to feel safe and comfortable.”

“I want this, I want pups. I always have but I wanted them on my own terms.” You grabbed Bucky’s hands first, resting it upon your stomach, weaving your fingers in with his. “I wanted the right to choose, I wanted the freedom to decide for myself. When I gave myself to you, both of you, I knew that this was my choice to make. The serum it’s…it can only control me so much, but this is all I’ve ever wanted. I just wanted to choose for myself.”

“You have the choice, you have the freedom to decide.” Steve whispered to you, he welcomed you to lean into him and settle yourself into his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned against him, hiding your face in his neck while breathing in his comforting scent and revelling in the safety he gave you.

“I want this, with both of you. I want this because I can choose to.” You mumbled against his neck, curling in on him with your legs drawn to your chest. “You have to promise me something.”

“Anything, doll.” Bucky encroached on you and Steve, the two of them creating this barrier that figuratively protected you from the world. “Whatever you need.”

“Promise me that you won’t let anything happen to us.” You craned your neck and looked at Steve through your lashes, vulnerable with him and Bucky in a way you’d never been with anyone else.

“No one,” Bucky drew his hand to you, cupping your jaw in his soft yet strong hand, “will hurt you. No one will ever hurt you like that again, I promise.”

“We both do.”

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can we have a soft silver fox!steve and his omega making dinner after going to the farmers market earlier in the day?

“It’s my ma’s favourite recipe, sweetheart.” Steve cups your chin and tips your head up, his lips brushing and grazing against yours as he spoke softly.

“You’re a good cook,” you replied with an airy sigh against him, your hands snaking up to his shoulders to grip the front of his well-fitting grey shirt, the material soft in your palms, “it already smells good.”

“Do I satisfy you little bunny?” Steve questions you, ingredients in mixing bowls set on the counter for him to add together. “Hmm?”

“Yes,” you shiver and shudder against him, more so when he cups the small of your back and pulls you against him, “I feel like I’m still sore.”

“Was I too rough on you last night?” Steve croons with a hand still on your cheek, and the other sliding beneath your shirt, fingers dancing along your spine. “You make alpha so fucking feral…”

“No,” you exhaled against him, grinding your hips against him, your head tilting to the side to give him access to your still unbitten neck, “no, you were good.”

“Good,” Steve nuzzled your neck and nipped your scent gland before he cupped your covered pussy, allowing you to grind into him, “good girl.”

“Please…” You whined, the taste of him still on your tongue.

“Food first, little bunny.” Steve quipped with a soft laugh, pulling away from you after you whimpered. “Now…sit there and let alpha feed you.”

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For a ask: can we see silver fox alpha Steve finally finding his omega. She just opened the new coffee shop that has all sorts of art around, maybe even one of his old pieces

It had been a long time coming, a long time since he had even remotely found an omega who’s scent had called to him like this particular female’s had. It was a clear and strong strike among a room full of females who had used enhancing chemicals to alter their scents.

A clear and focused scent, one among many that was concise and untainted. A single omega among the lot of them that had been untampered, had been the strike to his core as an alpha that made his entire body him with primordial and primal urges.

That one scent made the silver fox preen. The older alpha who had yet to be marked or mated, yet to experience the breeding heat and hear the cries of his own pups, had found his omega among the visitors to his art show.

Heiresses, daughters akin to spoiled princesses of the elite, single omegas looking to become sugar babies, they were all here.

And he focused on a single omega. Of all the omegas in the room who he could have become fixated on, the ones who had enhanced their scents and displayed their unmarked necks like calling cards for the richer alphas in the art show, you were not one of them.

“Give me a moment, Buck. I think I’ve finally caught something,” Steve had dismissed Bucky and his omega with a courteous smile and the direction to enjoy themselves before he stepped away to find the omega calling to him.

Steve had stepped away from Bucky and his omega then started the process of weaving in and out of the crowds to follow the trail that was left for him. In a game of cat and mouse, chased and chasing, Steve had stopped and gone a few times before he had gotten to the back of the studio and finally set his eyes upon the wily omega.

He stood back and watched her hold a phone to her ear as she spoke, studying the gentle way she had paced in a languid and wide circle between the pieces of artwork in the back of the studio. She was breathtaking, much younger than himself and in the few moment he watched her Steve could already decipher differences between this omega and the others hanging around.

Unlike the others, this omegas scent was much cleaner and clearer. There was no chemical hinderance that altered her scent to make it appears stronger or more appealing. It was natural and endearing, addicting to Steve in every possible way.

“I don’t even know what I’m doing here.” He heard her voice, softly whispering into the phone. “I know you want me to do you a favour but…”

Steve observed you, he watched the way you had turned again, and drew his attention to the skirt of your dress. The soft material billowing about your lower thighs in a gather of tulle and silk, and the overlay detailed with flowers that had been carried up from the skirt to the bodice.

Your torso and the curve of your breasts were emphasized by the sheer boning channel’s of the corset built into the top, the swells of your breasts stirring another pique of hunger.

Steve’s mouth had watered when he caught another fresh bout of your scent. The layers and textures had hit him head on, the desire to sink his teeth into your neck made him draw his tongue against his bottom lip.

“…but these pieces are insane. And you told me the artist won’t sell these pieces without meeting the buyer and you’re not here-“

Steve’s lips had been upturned into a smirk, coy and a little cocky. He lift his fingers to his tie and straightened the sleek black silk before dropping his hands to the bottom hem of his suit jacket and tugging once, before he started walking toward you.

And as he started to close in on you he drew your attention and like a small rabbit caught in the eyes of a predator, you had jumped.

“Please, I’m begging you! He’s an amazing artist and I need need need his artwork for my boutique-“

“Jess I have to go.” You were wide-eyed and a little startled, your breath caught in your throat.

“Y/N please-“

“I have to go!” You squeaked like a caught bunny and ended the call, shoving your phone into your clutch.

“I didn’t mean to disturb you, coniglietta.” His voice was husky and whether you meant to or not, you had quakes at the sound of his voice. (Little bunny)

“I wasn’t…I’m not-“ you squared your shoulders and drew in a slow, deep breath.

“You like these pieces?” Steve questioned you as he drew himself closer, slipping one hand into his pocket and keeping the other free.

“They’re beautiful,” you admired, turning your head to inexplicably and unintentionally exposing your bare neck to him, “my friend is looking to get one for her boutique but the artist doesn’t sell these kind of pieces without meeting the buyer.”

Steve felt a soft chuckle building in his throat, and had masked the sound by clearing his throat and stepping even closer to you. The movement had drawn your attention and you had flit your eyes toward him. You had looked him over just as he had looked you over, and in the exchange Steve had gotten a great boost in his confidence. You were looking at him, whether you acknowledged it or not, with great desire.

He was an alpha, and he was a Silverfox, but damn if he couldn’t have taken care of you better than any younger alpha.

“Steve Rogers,” he held his hand out to you and waited until your hand was resting in his before he lift the back of your hand to his lips and kissed your flesh softly, “I’m the artist.”

“Y/N-“ you had begun to tell Steve your name when you had faltered at what he had confessed.

“Which piece is she interested in?” He still held your hand in his, clutching tightly and almost protectively.

“Oh! Umm…” you bit your bottom lip and Steve was envious for the moment, wishing he could nibbled on your bottom lip too. “The nature piece.”

“Hmm…it is one of my favourites as well.” Steve brushed his thumb over your knuckles, and gently led you toward the piece in question.

“Normally I wouldn’t let go of them without meeting the buyer, but maybe we can make an exchange.” He hummed, casting his eyes over you.

“An exchange?” He heard your heart beat loudly.

“Mhmm.” Steve leaned in and brushed his thumb across your bottom lip. “I’ll let go of the piece for a night out with you.”

“The painting for a date?”

“One date, coniglietta. And the painting is yours, for free.”

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Brave New World: Part 10

A/N: Scattered smut throughout the entire chapter, use caution if you don’t want to read it

Hands gripping your hips, fingers digging into your flesh as you were pulled back into powerful thrusts, your back arching off the bed while you chased the heat that burned you from the inside out.

You were breathing heavily, your heart was thrashing in your chest with every powerful jerk of his cock in and out of your seeping cunt. You couldn’t be sure who was behind you and who was in front of you stroking their cock, their scents had bled together and you were weighed down by the fogginess in your mind.

“You’re going to be stretched around my knot,” lips brushed your shoulders, husky and hoarse pleasured threats etched into your skin, “I’m going to fuck you full over and over.”

You couldn’t keep your eyes open, you couldn’t have possibly kept them open when every stroke of his shaft on your spongy pussy walls was bringing you closer to your next powerful and unstoppable orgasm. Every inch of you was electrified, every piece of you had felt the weight of their desire and love, their innate need to destroy you just like you had asked.

“Fuck!” His curse was muffled against your back, his teeth nipping your flesh as his hips jerked violently, his head throbbing while prodding your cervix, the base of his cock swelling as his knot locked the two of you together in a tight bond.

You fell forward with a high-pitched whine, your eyes crewing closed when another surge of heat bloomed in your cunt, his thick and heady seed was being pumped into your pussy as if his cum was trying to coat your walls for control. Your fingers gripped the sheets as your eyes rolled back in your head beneath your eyelids, the constant flow of electricity throughout your body was undeniably addictive.

“Good girl,” when your felt metal against your cheek, you knew that it was Bucky in front of you and Steve behind you, “you are such a good omega.”

You purred, instinctively preening, under their praise. Your body shuddered against Bucky’s cool touch and his endearing verbal affection, the two alphas who had spent the majority of the night fucking you in turn, over and over again to quell the heat and the rut that inflicted all three of you. There was no air of gentility when you were trapped between them when you were made to ride their cocks, when they had fucked you senseless and sent you into pleasured oblivion.

There was no end, no beginning to any of you. There was no clear divide as you fucked each other in the nest, over and over again.

You woke to the sound of grunting and the smell of sex, the elicit sounds stirring you from sleep.

Though your eyes struggled to open and your felt weary beyond all means, you had managed to witness the sight of your alphas together. Bucky was riding Steve, his head thrown back in lust as he rocked his hips against Steve’s thrusts. Bucky’s hands gripped Steve’s shoulders and his sultry moans echoed in the room, the two alphas seeking each other’s pleasure while you rested on the far side of the bed, your chest vibrating with subtle whines and purrs.

“Good morning, doll.” Bucky grinned solicitously. He winked at you over his shoulder, a momentary action before his neck was grabbed and he was yanked back to Steve’s level, their lips locking as Steve thrust once more, filling Bucky’s ass with his seed, the creamy spend dripping from his puckered hole when Steve withdrew.

“You’re tired, we didn’t want to wake you.” Steve had answered a question that was never asked, only after Bucky had rolled off of him onto the bed. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore,” you whined, you whimpered and attempted to stretch, the chance stripped from you when piercing heat had struck your belly, “hungry.”

Bucky, despite just being fucked again, reached for you and brushed your hair behind your ear, his cool fingers trailing along your jaw to your chin. He was softly cooing, the two of them so attentive to you, their scents reflecting their desire and want, their need and craving. Your eyes fluttered closed, and your heart skipped a beat the longer he stroked your flesh with his fingers. You gulped down their scents, sinking deep into the comfort they provided and the safety of their nests.

“You need to eat something, you should have a bath.” Steve’s voice was soft as he got off the bed, his crooning tenderness easing your heat temporarily. “I’ll make you something to eat.”

“I’ll help give you a bath.” Bucky’s fingers trailed along your sides, his lips drawing over your neck, memorizing the feel of your flesh, marking the portion of you that would bear the weight of his mark. “Relax, sweetheart. Give me five minutes.”

Bucky, like Steve, had gotten up with ease and departed the bed as if he hadn’t just been fucked stupid. You watched from the bed, blinking languidly while Bucky raised his arms above his head and stretched. You felt ragged, you felt weary despite having serum running through your veins. You didn’t know if it was because this was your first true heat since you’d left your reality, or if you were so ragged and weary because of how intense Steve and Bucky had fucked you.

They hadn’t held back, they hadn’t needed to. You were able to take everything they had given you, they had fucked you endlessly for hours, never once ceasing until you were fucked out and pliant. They had been like beasts, feral and wild animals that had lost total control of themselves when they were making you take their thick and heady lengths. You were fucked stupid; senselessly losing your mind to every jerk of their hips and the friction that drove you to the brink of countless orgasms.

You didn’t know what was playing on the screen in front of you, the black and white movie was completely new to you however it wasn’t the movie you were focusing on. It wasn’t the story of the girl who seemed lost and the wayward friends who were helping her defeat evil that had captivated you, it was Steve and Bucky.

It was the two alphas who had helped clean and care for you after the latest bout of increased heat. The older men with silver and greying hair were still gorgeous and breathtaking, with wisdom and strength that other people would only dream of having. The two men who had and would so starkly defend you with their lives despite only knowing them for a short while.

They were your alphas, they had been hoping and waiting for you without ever knowing if this could be a possibility.

Since omegas had been lost, since they had disappeared almost as if they had gone extinct, Steve and Bucky had no idea if they would ever have the future they desperately wanted.

An omega to call their own, a wife to help fill their empty halls with pups.

It was a life they had always wanted and had been denied again and again. It was a constant setback, one after another. No adoption agency would give them a child to raise, the risk of one or both of them being gone for extended periods, injured or killed was too high. And any beta, even alpha, surrogate they could have wouldn’t have been able to handle a pregnancy with a super-soldier pup.

Until you, they were screwed. They had zero options set out for them, and with a portion of their lives lacking what they’d always wanted, they hadn’t dared seek retirement.

But now, you wondered if they would. Now you wondered if this was going to be the final step in their plan for their lives if they would settle down.

Both men, despite their silvering hair that was littered throughout their natural colour, and the beards that contained the same sign of age, were no less gorgeous than they had ever been. They were still stronger than a majority of men ever would be, and there were still great lengths of their lives left to live. There was no foreseeable end to their youthfulness even at their age.

“I’ve never gotten to see a movie for fun.” It was the first piece of conversation that had come between the three of you, with the movie dialogue and soundtrack playing there hadn’t been any need for you to talk.

Not when you were all closely bundled together in the middle of the couch, with ample room on either side of you. No one wanted or felt the need to talk, not when you were in this temporary and mobile nest enjoying each others’ company while anticipating the next wave of your heat and ruts.

“We were fed lies, government-funded videos to beat their idealism into our heads.” You spoke, you communicated this revelation to the two of them while you had dug deeper into Bucky’s lap, your fingers curling into the material of his Henley.

Bucky’s chest rumbled beneath you, his soft purrs and whines were endearing. He had returned the favour by trailing his fingers up and down your side, his touch tender and warm, perfectly in tune with the sounds of his sense of ease. He was elated, he was peaceful and content at the moment with you and Steve. There was no urgency or rush, he was willing and happy enough to settle with you in this momentary safe nesting space before you returned to the bedroom.

“You will never have to go through that again.” Steve cupped your chin with his forefinger and thumb, tapping the pad of his thumb against the cusp of your bottom lip, tapping twice before he leaned in and kissed you softly.

You were leaning into him, still resting and drawn into Bucky’s lap, your lips captivated by Steve’s while he slowly slipped his hand down the side of your neck to your shoulder, and then further to the sweater you had stolen from the two. His fingers grabbed hold of the ivory-coloured buttons, tilting and pushing them through the button-hole, repeating the same process until the sweater was open and had been able to be pushed down your shoulders.

You angled yourself into him, you mewled in response to his lips trailing down the column of your deck, his teeth nipping your goose-bumped flesh, hands teasing and toying with your hardening nipples. His touch alone was enough to usher in the latest rise of heat and need, the drive to return to the nest upstairs and work your way through this next round.

“We are going to take such good care of you, you are safe,” Bucky whispered in your ears, fingers deftly hooking into the band of your borrowed sweats to yank them over the curve of your ass and down your hips, your bare flesh rubbing cathartically against his erection. “Steve and I are going to protect you, we’re going to take care of you. You will never be hurt again.”

It was a vow, it was a promise that was whispered against your flesh. It was drawn against your chest and your neck, it was communicated in the soft strokes of Steve’s tongue against your nipple and through Bucky’s hips thrusting his bulbous, and still clothed, head of his cock into your bare and slick folds.

You were well onto your way to becoming overwhelmed with the rush of searing heat that came with your cycle, and the driving force of their ruts. The three of you were about to be driven wild with the need to fuck each other again and again, maybe for the last time in this whole cycle. Maybe this would be the final hour-long fuckfest that would finally sate the primordial cycle and send you back into normalcy.

“I love you,” the words fell from your lips, naturally pulled from you when Steve had whispered the same sentiment against the valley of your breasts, and Bucky muttered the endearment against your back, “I love you both, I love you, I love you…”

It was endless, it was never ceasing the way you kept repeating your great love for the alphas who had saved you, who had shown you more care and affection than you had ever felt before in your life.

Steve and Bucky, your life with them, was guaranteed to be good. You knew it was.

“Mark me.” You wove your fingers into Steve’s hair, yanking on the strands, begging him to claim you before the knot, the urgency to have his teeth sink into you was impossible to ignore. “Mark me now-“

He hadn’t waited, he couldn’t wait. Bucky and Steve had acted in turn, one on each side of your neck, their teeth sinking into your scent glands to solidify their claim.

You were trapped between them, without having any knots or being stretched full. You felt their teeth, you felt the steel cables, the fibres of what would be your shared bond snapping into place. It was a permanent fixture, a permanent claim that you would have on them and they would have on you.

It was intense and it was hot, the way that they had taken you and made you theirs.

It was overwhelming and as you moaned their names in some garbled unison, you had been overtaken by surreal and unstoppable happiness.

You were safe. You were loved. You were happy.

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Brave New World: Part 8

A/N: Smut in the beginning

Steam rose on the crisp glass, marred by a hand slapping against the surface for stability. A firm chest was against his back and lips caressing his neck as he felt the weight of his mate and lover behind him.

He was full.

He was stretched out by the thick throbbing cock that was sheathed within his ass while his hands cupped his balls and stroked his cock. His moans were radiating, echoing off the walls as he was fucked within an inch of sanity, all while his lover had whispered filthy things into his ear. It was the sound of his lover and mates’ voice paired with the steady thrust of his cock, the weight under his balls that had heightened the pleasure.

“You’re taking me so well aren’t you? Stretched full of me.” The groan that started building in his throat, the heady and raspy tune of pleasure had been ripped from his lips when he felt the first twitch that signalled the end. “I’m going to fill you to the brim, you’re going to be so full of me.”

All he could do was let his lover’s name fall from his lips and allow himself to be used, to be fucked to the brim of insanity while revelling in the trip that would take them where they needed to go.

It was the tension, it was the expectation that they would approach Nepal and be able to touch down in less than an hour and be reunited with their omega that had created this ultimate and untimely need to feel each other. Their expectations had acted as the final sparks that lit the fuse of their desire, making the two super soldiers have to steal moments with each other.

It was inevitable and it was rushed, the process of removing the barriers between them while the rest had remained. They only needed access to each other’s asses and cocks, just enough to feel and fuck each other.

“Shit,” Bucky cursed into Steve’s ear, his teeth grazing the shell of his ear as he pushed the head of his cock further into his mate’s ass, pleasure shooting through him, “you feel that, Stevie? Ya feel my cum filling you?”

“Bucky,” Steve exhaled shakily, one hand still pressed against the glass while the other was helping guide Bucky’s hand to stroke him to completion, “feels so damn good.”

“Less than ten minutes.” Bucky had huffed against the back of Steve’s neck as he slowly pulled his cock out of Steve’s ass, admiring the last few drips of his creamy white spend that dropped onto the textured metal floor. “You’re dripping.”

“I feel full,” Steve’s voice was still shaking, his lip trembling as he stood to its full height before he reached for the rag that was thrown on the edge of a shelf grabbed hold of the soft material, and used the cloth to clean himself up.

When he was done using it, Steve had thrown the cloth in the contained incinerator bin before he tucked himself back into his tactical suit.

After they had both righted themselves Bucky had reached out to brush his fingers down Steve’s jawline, brushing his fingertips over his thick and well-trimmed beard that had been riddled with the same amount of grey that his beard had.

He was caressing his lover and mate, embracing him in a soft and gentle touch while the two of them stared each other down. They searched each other’s eyes in comfortable, loving silence. They didn’t need to speak, they didn’t need to break the quiet peacefulness that radiated between the two of them.

They knew what the other needed, they knew what the other had expected from each other. It was an endless back and forth, a silent communication that was founded on the bond that had been there since childhood.

Through glances and soft exchanges, subtle touches and the exhilarating bond between mates, they had spoken without verbalization.

It was a perfect and quantifiable measure of how in tune they were with each other.

“We’re taking our omega home, Bucky.” Steve rest his hand against Bucky’s cheek, much like Bucky had done to him, and brushed his thumb back and forth against his warm flesh. “We’re gonna keep her safe.”

“Make the life we deserve.” Bucky agreed, turning his head into Steve’s hand, grazing his lips against the cusp of Steve’s hand. “You and me, and our omega.”

“Til’ the end of the line.”

The deep rich stained wood was smooth beneath your hands, smooth along your palm as you run your hand against the railing of the staircase.

The winding steps had taken you from the room you were given by Strange to the lower level of the temple, almost directly to the tree that was at the centre of the welcoming room, the bark twisted and knotted together as the trunk wound its way up to the open ceiling that had let in the bursts of natural light and warmth of the breathtaking city.

Since you had been brought here by Strange, removed from the clutches of Tony Stark and the agents of SHIELD who saw you as a threat, you had been visiting the open-air gardens surrounding the temple. You had placated yourself around the beauty and peacefulness of your surroundings, allowing yourself to feel the safest you had ever felt.

There was a stalwart directive brought forth by both Dr. Strange and Wong that had been delivered with the utmost intense force, the devote vow that you were safe within the walls of the temple. You would safe with the men and women, the alphas and betas who were residing here, without fear of having to look over your shoulder.

“He needs to undo what his other self had done. Even between realities, he feels the guilt.” Wong had related what you knew was innate truth, the attempt to right wrongs between and out of realities was the least that Strange could do.

“Strange heard from Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes,” Wong had met you on the winding staircase, he had met you before you could even get halfway down, delivering the message you had been longing for, “they’ve touched down on the edge of the city.”

You thanked Wong with a softened thank you, waiting for the gracious host to pass you on the staircase before you went the other way. Your feet carried you down the staircase to the lower level, taking the same path you had nearly every day until you arrived before the thick and sturdy tree.

You rest your hand upon the tree trunk, feeling the rough bark beneath your palm while your fingers had curled slightly against the wood. You had to wait a moment, focusing on inhaling and exhaling slowly to revel in the safety and security the temple had provided before you dropped your hand back to your side. You walked slowly, moving through the massive space to reach one of the doors that would lead you to the back garden.

You had stepped upon the stone path that had wound its way through a picturesque and surreal outdoor space, the continued air of peace radiating from one end of the garden to the next. You had followed the same path, you continued the same trek you had taken every time you wanted to feel the sun’s inhibited warmth against your flesh, only stopping when you had come upon a detailed carved stone bench.

You sat upon the sturdy seat, leaning back to rest flush against the stone. You wrapped your arms around your waist and slowly closed your eyes, your mind returning to the thought of the super soldier alphas who had provided such comfort and security, in the few short days you had been with them.

Despite the integral and instinctual urge to remain in a cycle of self-defence, the urge that was hitting you deep within your core to dig deep into the flight response, you knew you were safe with them. You knew well enough that of most of the alphas you had met, Steve and Bucky were most capable of keeping you protected.

They were the ones Dr. Strange in your previous reality had spoken about, they were the alphas who would embrace you and provide a surreal amount of happiness that you had long gone without.

Even if happiness had seemed out of your reach because you had never truly known happiness before, it was on the cusp of being your future. Happiness, safety and security, the ability to have alphas who had cared for you in ways you had never once seen, was a promise they were going to fulfill.

It was frightening, it was beyond anything you had ever anticipated or thought was possible.

You were raised and lived in a reality where omegas were used as tools, they were treated as if they were no better than a piece of equipment or an empty shell. Omegas you knew, had been used for breeding and pleasure.

You had never known an alpha who had truly wanted the happiness of women like you, although it was thought of that promise, that vow, that you were clinging to.

You were the only known omega in this reality, a fact that had fuelled suspicions and speculations for so many. Your appearance in this reality had struck so many that you had come across with uncertainty and a distinct lack of understanding.

No omegas had been in this reality since the 1960s’ and now, here you were.

Your appearance in this lacking reality raised questions and suspicions, yet the truth was deridingly simple.

You were on the run and all you wanted was a safe place to call home.

“Steve, Bucky.” You hummed under your breath, calling their names softly when you had been made aware of their scents n the outdoor space. You could recall the subtle differences between the two men’s natural scents, and the way they were so interwoven with each other from the long-winded mateship that bound them together.

They were so in tune, so close to one another that it was almost overwhelming. You didn’t yet know the definitive point where Steve’s scent began and Bucky’s ended.

You sensed the two of them approaching, as well as their natural pheromones, interlocked and coating the other.

The idea that they had been interlocked in such a primal and natural way before arriving here, made your heart thrash. You had whimpered softly as a response to the flood of heat that slammed into your belly, a direct result of the state they had been in less than an hour ago.

You could smell the lingering notes of sex clinging to both of them, it was subtle and starting to dissipate with only the last few tendrils clinging to themselves.

Your thighs quaked, the images that flooded your mind of the two men, cathartically entwined and joined together while they were coming to get you…

“Y/N,” Steve and Bucky entered the space you had taken for the last while, their smiles soft yet bright, “how have you been?”

“You had sex.” You squeaked, your voice pinched and your eyes grew wider with every passing second.

The statement, bold and true had made the two super soldiers falter. Both seemed to freeze at the moment as they processed what you had said.

It was Steve who had begun to form a blush across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, the colour a pretty contrast to his flesh and the thick, well-trimmed beard. His blue-green eyes were brimming with an even balance of amusement and bashfulness, embarrassed but not that he had sex with Bucky but that you had known.

“We did…” Steve spoke slowly and cleared his throat, glancing at Bucky almost as if begging his mate to say something. “We were…”

“Horny.” Bucky had nudged Steve with his elbow, teasing his mate and alpha with a dainty wink while he slowly sat down beside you on the bench.

“Horny…” You repeat the word like a softly spoken mantra as if you were trying to figure out the exact definition behind the word.

For someone like you whose life and even the very information you could learn in school was controlled, you weren’t aware of the kind of jargon they were. The words they used to describe their lives and their sexual relationships were new to you.

“When you want to have sex-“

“I’ve never.” You spoke over Steve, admitting your innocence to them in an act that had seemingly sucked the air out of their lungs. “I’ve never had sex.”

“You’ve never-“ the two men looked at each other, exchanging looks and silent communications.

“I am a virgin.” You stated plainly, warmth bubbling in your belly again. “Sex and love…it was all controlled. It was all…a state decision, I guess. I don’t know, I’ve….you have sex for fun?”

Steve exhaled slowly as if he was trying to regain control of his emotional state. He looked troubled by what you had said, almost aggravated on your behalf although there was something unhindered behind the emotions conveyed in his eyes.

Bucky, on the other hand, had reached for your hand and grasped it softly. His thumb had brushed against your knuckles, feeling the warmth of yours beneath his while, he studied you. He was attentive as he looked you over, he was carefully watching you commit every line and shadow, every contour of your entire being to memory.

“We have sex because we love each other, sex isn’t just to have kids. Sex is meant to be fun, it’s meant to be pleasurable, haven’t you…learned this?” It wasn’t meant to be condescending, it was a genuine question. “Even as controlled as you were-”

“Sex is only meant for breeding, heats are only meant to be advantageous for alphas. We were told that everything we have and are…everything is for the benefit of alphas.” You had swallowed thickly, the powerful yet tainted lessons you had been taught were still seeded in your mind.

Since the moment you were taken away from your parents you don’t even remember, you were sent along with dozens of other omegas, to a boarding school. The school was operated and run by designations that wanted to control and use omegas to help establish a population surge because it was floundering.

You were taken from a young age and placed into a mandated school that taught you only the necessities of what you should know while also relaying the message that you as an omega, were only good for a few primordial things.

“That’s not true, it’s the farthest thing from the truth.” Bucky had mumbled, drawing his thumb over your knuckles and back again. “You are worth so much more than they made you believe.”

“I don’t want to go back.” Your voice shook as you looked between Steve and Bucky, conveying your desire and your fright of returning to the place that had riddled you with such powerful and visceral anxiety, the most you had felt since you left your previous reality.

“You don’t have to,” Steve had approached and crouched in front of you, his hands gently resting on his knees, “you don’t have to. Natasha, you remember-“

“Yes.” You cut him off, answering starkly. “Yes, I remember.”

“She found a place for us, the three of us.” Steve continued with a soft smile, his scent radiating and pulsing. “A place where it can be the three of us in peace.”

“A home,” Bucky added to the sentiment, slowly encroaching on you. “A place with lots of space.”

“Without Stark.”

“I don’t have to go back?” You felt the first clawing rise of panic deep within you, the very idea of having to return to a place of such indignation was startling. “I don’t have to go back to…Stark?”

“We can go home, to our home.”

“I’ve never-“ You stop yourself and swallow your words, you can’t admit it. You can’t give life to the words that feel so betrayed.

“You can. You can have one now, with Steve and me.” Bucky lightly cupped your cheek, drawing your attention to himself. “A safe place.”

“We want to take you home.” Steve held his hand out for you to take, his large warm hand that was an invitation to something you had only dreamed of.

Slowly but surely you lift your hand and placed it into his, allowing yourself to be pulled from the stone bench and into a warm, loving embrace.

“We’re going to take care of you.”

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Brave New World: Part 12

A/N: Trigger warnings for mentions of misogyny, sexism towards women, forceful confinement

It was the sharp cry that pierced the dark wing that had initially woken you up. It was a sharp and startling sound that broke you from your slumber, drawing you upright in your bed with a sudden jolt.

Immediately, you reached for the sides of your bed and curled your fingers in the sheets as a method to ground yourself. To hold yourself to the thin and old mattress, one with springs that were poking through your equally thin nightgown.

You have recently been thrown into a new yet seemingly endless, hellish environment. The move from a private room to the shared room was necessary to make space for another influx of omegas who had been brought to the facility.

Through the thin walls of the shared women’s ward you were thrown into, it was glaringly obvious that some pregnant omegas, used as surrogates and breeding machines, had given birth early.

There was an urgency to give birth before the due date, a necessity to try to save both mother and child from a fate that was unfair for both of them, however, the child would fare much better than she would.

“Shut up! Shut up!” One of the other omegas on this crowded floor raised her voice harshly, caring neither for the other woman in another room nor the consequences that would come to the poor mother.

You reacted quickly and threw the blankets off you, stumbling and falling to your hand and knees due to the process of them administering more drugs to your body. As your knees and hands had banged against the creaky wood, another sharp cry had been heard through the walls of this place.

Your weariness had made you crawl, initially, and as you traversed your way to the next rows of beds, that same woman screamed again, thrashing against the holds that kept her in place.

You could see her struggling, the latest douse of serum altering her brain chemistry and inducing temporary psychosis. Despite her aggression toward the mother and child in the birthing unit, you wished the other omega luck on getting past this debilitation. You knew full well that if she hadn’t recovered from this aftereffect, she would have been thrown into one of the many pleasure houses and used as a toy.

If she hadn’t recovered, she would be discarded as if she was nothing more than a heat receptacle for alphas.

“Please, you have to be quite. Please, if you don’t they’ll come down on all of us!”

There was a steady thud of her back against the bed as she violently rocked herself back and forth, creating her own despotism hold of her world as she saw it. She was so far in her head and in her madness created by this last bout of the serum, she hadn’t realized that rocking back and forth as violently as she had would create more hell for you all.

“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” She screamed three more times before another omega had risen to her feet, stumbling just as you had, and started toward the bed.

With the one omega woman behind dealt with, you felt secure enough to rise to your feet after reaching for one of the rails of the metal bed. Your hands gripped the end of the footboard, and you slowly pushed yourself to stand, your legs and feet aching to the point where it felt like they were burning.

Still, despite the aching in your bones, you pushed yourself further. You took every step cautiously, fearing that at any point one of the guards would come for you, for all of you, to deliver swift punishment. It wasn’t just you that would suffer for being out of bed, rather harsh consequences would come to every omega.

Even those that were sleeping.

“Shut that thing up!” there were hurried whispers in the room that followed an outburst, the direct order coming from the oldest omega in the room and focused on the woman in a mental break. “Shut her up, or we’ll all get it!”

You paid no mind to the order and focused on getting out of the room you were in, to head to the birthing ward. While you had known the door would be locked and access was denied to you and anyone else in the room, you also knew that one of the panels on the left-hand side of the wall was fabricated and easy to remove.

With the thinness of the walls and this falsified covering, you could easily slip from one room to another, and once you’d gotten to the other room you could help the omega who just gave birth. Or at least you could attempt to help, you could attempt to console her and her child, make an effort to extend what little kindness you could while being trapped here.

“I said shut her up!” The oldest omega yelled again, her voice carrying as you removed the panel and began to slip into the crawl space, keeping yourself as small as possible in order to make your way from one room to the other.

A shiver ran up your spine when your feet hit the other panel, the cold metal piercing your skin through the soles of your feet. The sensation was temporary, it had evaporated the moment you kicked the panel loose and managed to pull yourself through, coming into the other room.

You struggled to stand, a shake to your knees and thighs had almost made you tumble back to the floor, your hand already outstretched before you caught yourself.

The newborn was hastily wrapped in a thin blanket, squirming and still squawking with a great set of lungs that would have aided a career in entertainment further down their life. You had heard the omegas in the other room struggling to stop the maddened omega from raising too much of a complaint while this poor woman had just given birth.

Your approach was slow and calculated. You didn’t dare try to cause another sound to alert the betas and controlled alphas who ran this facility. You were already on their radar, already someone they wanted to study and watch, an omega who they had wanted to get rid of.

“Please,” she pleaded with you, simpering soft voice almost a wail, “they’ll take my baby. If they hear…”

The chirp of an alarm somewhere else in the facility prickled your skin, your stomach bubbling with unease and caution.

“Shh,” she rocked her child, her eyes wide and her lips parted with every attempt at quieting her child, “please…please-!”

“You’re a breeder,” you already knew she was and yet, it felt as if this reality was just hitting you, “they’re supposed to be coming for you but-”

“— I gave birth early, without medication. Without-”

Your heart nearly leapt from your chest as another bang had resounded somewhere in the building, a ghostly echo of something nefarious happening somewhere else. You stepped closer to her, hands shaking and your eyes growing wide in size, unable to truly think or react to what was going on around you.

Women, omegas, restrained to beds with what had once been softened cuffs but had now become rough, were lining the room from one end to the next. They were laying on nothing more than tufts of stuffing bound in thin canvas, a state that even cattle wouldn’t be permitted to lay on.

“They’ll take my baby, help me.” The omega was whimpering, and it wasn’t until now that you’d realized she was weakened by giving birth.

It hadn’t been until that moment that you’d even been aware that she was bleeding. The tang of copper hits your nose, mixing disgustingly with the smell of mildew and stale dust.

“You’re dying.” You crept closer and sank to your knees beside her bed, your hands curling against the cheap canvas bed. “You don’t have time.”

“Take my baby,” she turned to look at you, eyes losing their light and her breathing becoming shallow, “don’t let them have her. Don’t let her fall to the fate.”

“I can’t, don’t give her to me. I can’t take her. I can’t keep her, I can’t-” you stumbled over your words, fumbling as you tried to speak and make your case for not taking the child, for not taking the baby to be punished.

“Find someone, please promise me-” the babe was pushed into your arms, instincts leading you to cradle the child, and with a purpose thrust upon you, you rose to your feet and balanced tenderly.

“Thank you, Y/N. You,” the omega heaved, desperately fighting for breath, “you’re my family…my sister-”

Hours bled into days, and days had shifted into the next week.

While your heat had come and gone, while you had been marked and mated, you had never let go of the expectation that you would become pregnant. It was what you had been altered to do, to become a vessel for pups to boost the population that was faltering.

Whether it was this reality or the one you had escaped from, the result was the same. Your body and your DNA, your every genome, was geared toward fertility and pregnancy.

Even now, you could feel it.

Even now, only a week after you had been marked and mated, you knew your body was flush with life. You had narily placed your hand upon your belly, still unaffected by your growing child, and knew you were expecting.

If it hadn’t been the nesting you had done when you expressed your anxiety about being a mother, to the empathy of your mates, then this would have been every indication that it had happened.

Your stomach turned once, just once, and your sense of smell had increased with the changes in your body, and you knew. It was obvious, it was painstakingly clear that you were now doing what they had always intended you to do, only now it was by your choice.

Now, you have the decision to keep the child while in a safe and loving environment.

It’s the soft rapping on the door that audibly announces their presence on the other side of the door, but it’s hardly the first indicator that they were going to find you. With your new heightened senses, already increased from the serum before you were pregnant, you already knew.

It was their scent that carried, it was the sounds they made as they walked around and throughout the cabin. It was the soft mumbling of Bucky as he reiterated his annoyance and temporarily forgetting where he put things, and Steve whispering to himself as he sketched or painted.

You could hear it all; you could smell every shifting difference in the cabin.

“You’re awfully quiet,” Steve was the first to speak, the first to come and sit beside you.

You had negated to look at him immediately. Instead, you curled tighter on the outdoor chaise, tucking the blanket you took up and under your feet. You pressed yourself against the back of the lounger before you tucked your chin into your chest, and then you spoke.

“I’ve been thinking. A lot.” You spoke to them, addressing Steve verbally, and Bucky physically.

“Are you okay?” Steve was on your right, Bucky was on your left, both had been figuratively shielding you from a nonexistent threat. “Omega-“

“I’m pregnant.” Stagnant silence, unwavering quietude and the bubbling intensifying gleam of hopefulness and want had clashed in the middle, as if two beasts had represented the two sides of an emotional state of mind, with teeth and claws.

“Y/N,” Bucky crept in, a smile bursting on his face with eyes wide and vibrantly pulsing, “omega…this is everything we’ve ever wanted, this…”

Their happiness was unbounded. Their dreams of becoming fathers and having an omega was finally and wholly a completed reality. Puzzle pieces that hadn’t been set had finally clicked into place, with everything they’d wished and longed for becoming theirs.

There was a short time between you three wherein Bucky and Steve had let their raw emotions out to air, their happiness and loving statements settling upon you like the warmth of the sun and the soft breeze of summer.

It was further removing the corrupted chill you felt had been running through your veins, extinguishing the final clutch the organization, that wanted to make you a possession, had on you.

With Steve and Bucky, you were freed. Your baby was safe, your baby would grow up happy and healthy in a world that cherished it.

And you.

“I want this, I’ve decided. I want this baby, but…” you bit down on your bottom lip, teeth digging into your flesh while your eyes had become instructed by fat tears. “You may want to get that.”

The phone rang clear through your ears, a sharp yet melodic chime breaking the conversation, and you waited with bated breath as Steve walked to his phone and picked up the call, eyes locked on you.

“Cap,” Sam’s voice hit your ears, and you knew, “we need you back here.”

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Brave New World

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

Bucky comforting reader after Steve leaves for a mission

Reader gets scared of the storm and sneaks into Steve & Bucky’s bed

Reader gets scared of the storm

Summary: Steve and Bucky remember; they remember when omegas were common and not a myth. Though they’re in their late 40’s, early 50’s, and more silver than not, they remember.

They were gone for decades, the world was made up of only alphas and betas, no omegas to fill the void between the designations. There were no more omegas, and all hope was lost at getting them back.

Until a mysterious woman who is discovered to be an omega, from an alternate reality. She’s found hiding in an abandoned building, thrown from one reality to the next to save her life from the bleak state of the world she comes from.

She’s here now; she belongs to Steve and Bucky.

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Brave New Word: Part 9

The sound of a scream had roused you from your sleep, and the startling sound of another omega crying and pleading had sent you flying from your bed toward the window.

Your fingers gripped and pulled at the sealed frame attempting to lift it open, a desperation to have access just so you could get a clear picture of what was happening.

Your heart was nearly beating out of your chest, despite the height of the floor you were on you could see and hear the omega being dragged out of the boarding facility while screaming at the top of her lungs.

She was kicking and screaming, she was begging for them not to take her, pleading with anyone that could hear her return to the grim and supposed safety of the school.

The man who was taking her was taking her when she was half-dressed, only wearing the standard night robe that you were all given an hour before bed. It was all in an attempt to control omegas in every way, from the rooms you had that would only open at a set time and would lock for the night with pressurized pneumatics that made them impossible to open.

The clothes you received were given to you by the alphas and betas in charge, the people who had determined how you would look and what you would act like.

Even the food you ate was all monitored and controlled, coming in pre-sealed packages that contained anti-tampering monitors. The omegas, all of you had felt as if you were in a prison rather than a boarding school and there would never, had never, been a chance for you.

Life was teetering close to the edge of extinction, and the omegas were seen as a commodity and not a living being.

“She was taken in the middle of the night, she’s being sent overseas. Somewhere in Eastern Europe.” You had found out the day after that the omega you’d seen clawing for her right to be free, fighting with every ounce of her willpower, had been bought.

She had been bought like she had no more value than a vehicle. She was gone, she was going to be used for breeding or pleasure, over and over again until she had succumbed to her misery. That was the promise for the rest of you, you would all be used.

No one was coming to save you.

There was a path carved through the trees that would lead directly to the wooden dock built upon the shoreline that led out to the water, the end of the pier ten feet out from the water’s edge. The path through the trees that led to the edge of the water was marked with weathered posts that were secured in a path by a few feet of rope tying one to the next.

You had almost debated heading straight to the water instead of heading into the cottage that would be your home for the next foreseeable future. Your temptation to head to the crystalline water was embedded in your inability to enjoy the crisp water before.

Your life was never meant for simple pleasures, you were never meant to enjoy yourself in the world you’d come from. Everything around you was curated to keep you as isolated and restricted as you could and now that you were out of that reality hellscape, you wanted to do it all.

You wanted to experience every good thing in the world that you could, even the minimalistic things like feeling the sand between your toes or laying out all day in the sun.

You were a freed omega, you were no longer constrained in a world where everything you had, everything you were, was reduced to your abilities to be used and bred for your ability to carry a baby to full term. You were no longer given the tumultuous title of a fertile omega who had one purpose in your life, that was a portion of your life that you would never have to return to.

“Things are going to be better now, you never have to go back to that.” The sentiment was simple yet short, it was a promise and a vow that you would and could be more than they made you think you were.

“Y/N,” Steve’s voice drew you away from the path you wanted to take, the husky yet dulcet tone bringing you back to the present, “you should come inside, we’ll start building a nest.”

You turned to look at him, standing a fair distance away as you swallowed and drew your hands over your legs. You wiped the sweat from your palms, your mind racing as you struggled to come to terms with what you knew was an unspoken truth.

You had never made a nest, you had never once been given the chance to make a nest and you wouldn’t have even known where to begin. You were never allowed to create a safe place like a nest because that wasn’t quintessential to you being able to carry pups.

You had enhanced heat, you had some altered super soldier serum in your body that made every symptom stronger. You, like other omegas, were there for a single purpose.

Nesting and safe spaces, that was never considered a necessity, at least not while you were at the facility meant to keep you contained before you were taken or sent somewhere.

Even beyond that, you were never guaranteed a nest, not when you didn’t know where or who you would end up with. You were never sure that you would end up with anyone with a conscience. The alpha who wanted to use omegas for their abilities to be bred would have never given the comforts omegas needed while the alphas and betas who wanted to help omegas escape didn’t have the time or the resources to allow nests.

Life on the run, life living between floorboards and in safe rooms was not ideal for a nest even if you had the possible comforts.

“You’ve never..?” Steve had looked back at Bucky, and the two of them struck silent.

There was a passive tension that had surged between them as they communicated with each other silencing them, the glances as their subtle way of speaking without uttering a word were impressive, to say the least.

Their communication wasn’t isolated to the glances that had passed back and forth from one to the other, there was a sharp rise to their scents that had acted as a secondary nonverbal communication. The stark difference in their scents from how they were originally had been an indication of who they were as alphas and how deeply they had cared about you.

It was startling in a way, their devotion to making you comfortable and as safe in the world as it was.

“We should go inside and start getting settled, we have a lot to talk about.” Bucky had called from the wraparound deck, his fist clenching around the door handle as he grit his teeth and his eyes flashed.

He was on the edge of slipping into a certain place in his hindbrain that had been naturally engrained in his entire being, a place that told him as an alpha that his omega was mistreated and that treatment had been as egregious to Bucky and Steve as it was to you.

“I’m coming.” You swallowed thickly your throat feeling tighter as you stepped toward him, you had trounced up the steps of the deck and bristled past Steve.

You felt his scent radiating and pulsating in soft ripples, like calm water that had been disrupted by a stone skipping across the surface. You had wanted to lean into his scent and let it wash over everything inch of you, coating and cascading across your own.

You had stopped on your own accord when you were near Bucky, the sensation of something changing within your body had rapidly come upon you with a stab to your lower abdomen. Your hand flew out toward Bucky, gripping the front of his shirt as you felt the urge to double over. Your head began to throb, pulsating with a steady and torrid hammering. It had carried a destructive weight, almost as if a cannonball had been fired off in your skull.

The first pained shriek had acutely sounded like a wounded animal, no sooner had the sound been ripped from your throat had your legs given out beneath you. You collapsed to the wooden deck with a steady thud as the heat began to pulsate through your veins, the agonizing spike of your heat coursing through you.

“Y/N,” Bucky had helped lift you from the deck, he had supported you while you whimpered softly, your mind was soon enough overtaken with scrambled thoughts, “you’re in your heat. We need to get you inside.”

“Shit, Buck…” Steve had dropped what he had and followed him with a fire under his ass, heading inside the cabin before he slammed the door shut. “She’s gonna set our ruts off.”

“It hurts,” your whimpers turned to cries, your cries turned to sobs, “everything hurts. It hurts so bad, Bucky it hurts so bad. I’m being burned alive, Steve it fucking hurts!”

Bucky handed you off to Steve, breathing deeply as he gulped down your scent, the sudden brush of your enhanced heat had started to cut the threads within the two alphas.

The threads that had been holding back their ruts were being tugged and broken to pieces, fragments that started to loosen their ability to keep control of themselves. Your heat was a cataclysmic trigger that would start the beginning of their ruts, leading to a snowball effect that would hit all three of you.

“It’s burning, I’m burning. I can’t-“ You couldn’t tear your jacket off you soon enough, you couldn’t have ripped the material away from you or thrown it over your shoulder into a rumpled mess to bring you any kind of ease.

“The serum makes her heat more unbearable, it’s a mechanism they would have used to guarantee that any pregnancy resulting from a heat cycle would take without any cause for trouble. It was their method of guaranteeing the population grew.” Dr. Banner and Natasha had informed them of exactly what was in your veins before Steve and Bucky left the city to find you.

“The serum was altered for omegas, but she has the same strength and abilities that you would. When her heat starts, you have to know that you won’t hurt her. You don’t have to worry about holding back, she can take it.”

“Let me help you,” Steve reached for you, he attempted to help you get out of the layers you found constrictive, and had almost missed your hand flying toward him to knock him back, “Y/N, I’m not going to hurt you-“

He was struck again, the second time you reached for him had resulted in a blow to his chest as your body had become overtaken with heat. You were continuously trying to remove any and all clothes from your body, grappling with the layers that had remained while Bucky had begun yanking water bottles out of the fridge into his arms.

Steve had countered the third strike and grabbed your arms in his hands, using a bolster of strength to pin you to the floor while he restrained your legs.

He had to physically sit upon your thighs while you fought against him, struggling to get him off of you. He knew exactly what was going on in your mind, he had dealt with these episodes when Bucky had been detoxing from Hydra even after his time in Wakanda. Steve couldn’t count on one hand how many times he had to hold Bucky down while he had been hit with nightmares from the events of his past.

Your heat triggered memories of your recent past that were becoming entangled in one another, so much so that you had become completely overwhelmed.

“Omega listen to me,” Steve had nearly lost hold of your right arm, the sharp tug of your arm pulling him down onto your chest, his whole body weighing you down, “you are okay. You are going to be okay, you’re safe here.”

“We need to get her upstairs. We need to get her isolated to our room, the fewer scents she has access to the easier it’ll be to calm her down.” Bucky was already halfway down the steps after dumping the water into the bedroom, carrying a weighted blanket in his arms instead of plastic.

“Y/N, omega-“ Steve recoiled when you threw yourself toward him, reacting defensively to get him off of you.

“Sweetheart…” Bucky had knelt above you, his hands cupping the sides of your head told hold you still, the weight of their hands upon you finally stilling you, “you need to stop fighting.”

“Stop fighting, now.” Steve’s alpha command was soft-spoken yet firm, it had come with a directive that had you shuddering beneath him. It was a ripple that coursed down your spine, a few pulses of your scent and your heat settling into their skin.

You had slowly dropped your gaze from Bucky to Steve, your chest rising and falling with every shaking breath that rattled you.

“I’m scared,” you whined, the temperature of your body spiking and radiating through your palms, “I’m so damn scared.”

“You’re okay, little omega.” Bucky had ducked down and kissed you, he had tenderly grazed his lips against yours before exhaling softly. “Steve and I are going to take care of you, we’re going to make sure you’re okay.”

“No one is going to hurt you. You are safe with us.” Steve had given you the same glimmer of reassurance before he slowly recoiled and let go of your hands. “We’re going to take you upstairs, we’re going to give you a safe place to go through your heat.”

“I need…” you cringed as another wave heat crashed into you, a stark shudder running through you, “I need you…I need-“

“We gotta get her upstairs.” Bucky had stood and helped you stand, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to keep you supported against his side. “We should let Nat know-“

“I’ll be right there.” Steve nodded, already pulling his cellphone from his pocket.

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“Coniglietta,” Steve’s thick and husky voice cut through the silence with strength as he raised his glass and drew all attention to himself, “my darling omega…”

Heat bloomed in your belly when eyes had landed on you, when attention had been drawn from your fiancé to yourself had rendered you a little speechless. The night was planned immaculately, paired with Steve’s engagement gift of his newest piece in your honour that had been sold for a quarter of a million dollars in which the money was to be donated to charity,

He had planned it all from inviting all your closest friends, making sure Jess was settled and snuggled with Sam, and your parents had checked into their suite before being escorted to the venue.

It was perfect, a breathtaking spectacle to honour your love story.

“I want to thank you all for coming to our engagement party to help us celebrate the next step in our relationship. My darling coniglietta, my muse and omega isn’t just my inspiration but she is the light of life.” Steve spoke with upmost honesty and truth, endlessly and endearingly comparing you to the best portion of his life without every going overboard.

“I won’t keep you with a long speech, we want you to have fun. Eat, drink and be merry, but first a toast to my girl.” Steve raised his glass and others were quick to join him, raising their own drinks as you were toasted upon Steve’s request.

It wasn’t half a minute later that he’d finished his drink and started to walk toward you, slowly and casually as if he wasn’t just undressing you with his eyes. Upon meeting you near the bar, Steve’s first move was to stoop low and kiss your cheek, electricity sparking through the contact made between you and himself.

“We have the whole night ahead of us, darling.” Steve slipped a hand around your waist to the small of your back, his lips trailing along your cheek to your jaw as he nibbled lightly on your flesh. “We can call it early if we want.”

“Steve,” you drew your hands up his chest and further, fingertips curling against his neck while you searched his eyes with your own, “you didn’t have to do all this for me.”

“Yes I did,” he hummed into your ear and slowly leaned back at the sound of a voice clearing, “but I promise your mother I wouldn’t steal you too soon.”

“Thank you,” she smiled warmly at Steve and joined your side, “there’s so few men like you, so few good alphas-“

“Mom,” you whined and felt heat warm your belly, yet again, as Steve’s gaze boldened, “stop please-”

“Be good, coniglietta.” Steve kissed the back of your hand before he bid his goodbye, winking at you over his shoulder.

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Brave New World: Part 2

“Heat signatures are coming a few hundred feet from the shoreline. It looks like she is trying to evade anyone coming after her by weaving back and forth from one path to the next.” Natasha’s voice had come through the comms, delivering the approximate area of the omega and where she was last seen, as Steve and Bucky had prepared to go after the woman.

There was lingering disbelief that was being passed through the bond from Steve to Bucky, and back again, the lingering wonder whether there was some other explanation for the sudden appearance of a woman who had appeared to be an omega was vibrant and vivacious. They had both remembered the day and age when omegas were mixed among the alphas and betas of the past when omegas were meant to be sought after and courted with every step taken to ensure that the relationship was vibrant and healthy before mating was proposed.

The days of alphas choosing omegas and omegas choosing alphas were long gone, scattered to the wind and thought to be a moment in history that would have never come back to fruition was a glaring contrast to what Natasha had told them moments before deep in the Compound.

“Smart,” Bucky had mumbled, his hand brushing against Steve’s, as security clearance was given and the two of them could step out into the overcast exterior.

They were a unit, a flawless team of alphas who had known each other better than anyone and could be able to communicate through a single glance. It was the ultimate testament to a relationship that spanned decades and constant threats of division, it was a testament to the strongholds of their friendship that had bled into them being mated.

“Are you ready?” Steve had grasped Bucky’s hands, their fingers entwining as they stood side by side and shared a steady glance, their eyes meeting and holding as an array of emotions had been passed from one to another. “Bucky you know what might happen.”

“It’s been a long time since we’ve come across an omega.” Bucky’s voice had wavered as he held Steve’s glance. His blue eyes sparkling with great admiration and devotion for his best friend from Brooklyn, his fellow soldier and Avenger who had become his greatest partner and lover.

There was a mutual and shared instinctual need that had been building between them, the kind of primordial urgencies that told them to prepare for an omega who hadn’t yet existed in their world was thought to be nothing but a blip in their systems by the therapist that had checked on the Avengers. The urgencies to secure their home, courting gifts and supplies for heat cycles were ever-present within their minds and while the therapist had told them that it would pass eventually, the moments and urges had never faltered.

“The risks of being sent into a rut,” Steve had squeezed Bucky’s hand, the unspoken situation that could befall them both was understood, “are high.”

“I’m with you, Steve.” Bucky had only let go when they were given the all-clear, their directive to go ahead and find her had gone through. “Until the end of the line.”

Heavy footsteps had come crashing through the trees, the desperation to put greater distance between the predator hunting down prey was as primordial as the blaring signals firing off in your brain to both concede to the alphas hunting you, and to run until you were physically forced to stop.

You could hear them, you could distinguish their scents as they came after you, their voices as deep and rich as the scents that were radiating along the forest floor like a fine mist, seeking to envelop you and cause you to stumble.

“We’re not going to hurt you!” One of the alphas had tried to reason with you since they had gotten on your tail. One of the two was more outspoken than the other, though both moved as a synonymous unit.

“We’re not going to hurt you, just turn you into something useful.” The voices of the past echoed in the present, though the alphas were not the same.

Your lungs had burned from the intensity of the chase, your hands shook as you pushed yourself away from the thick trunks of trees that had gotten in your way. There was a hot white flash of fear that had shot through you from head to toe when you had fully come to realize that you weren’t being chased for the fun of it, you were being chased to be caught. You were chased to be captured.

“Bucky!” One of the alphas barked a name, the divergence of the two splitting off had made you take pause. You come to a stop and turned slowly, studying the tree line and the bushel of the forest you were trying to escape from, eyes widening at every little sudden beat of silence that passed over the area.

“Omega,” you heard one of their voices, the quiet one of the two, “we’re not going to hurt you. We just want to talk with you, if you would let us-“

His voice was meant to calm, it was meant to bring you down from the frantic flight or fight high that you seemed to be placating yourself in. You allowed yourself a moment to rest to gather your thoughts, to come up with an escape plan while the two alphas were hunting you down.

“Don’t move.” The alpha command had come and it was in the beginning stages of settling itself into your bones, into every nerve and fibre of your being.

“No,” you whined, breath being stolen from you as the moment of escape was closing, “no, no, no-“

You heard the crack of a branch behind you however you never got the chance to run, never had the chance to flee before a hand had covered your mouth and a thick, strong arm had held you around the waist, trapping you against the second half of the alpha team.

Your scream was muffled and you fought with every amount of strength and willpower you had, angered by your actions and sorrowful that you had been caught.

“Shh, shh, shh, shh.” The alpha was struggling to hold you as you fought, his deep and husky voice ringing in your ear as he held you, as he doubled down on keeping you captive. “You’re okay, little omega. You’re okay.”

His broad and strong chest was pressed flush against your back, and the softness of his lips was brushed against your ear as he tried to speak to you as an alpha who wanted calm. You caught his scent mixed with another alpha, the significance of the two scents relaying the mated status of the alpha behind you.

“Bucky!” The alpha had yelled the same kind of name as before, his chest rumbling against your back as he yelled for his partner or his mate to approach the area, his hold on you tightening as you thrashed. “Shh…you’re okay.”

A startled scream was muffled against his palm as you fought and thrashed, kicking your feet and trying to claw at his hands to free yourself. You were wild in the embrace of an alpha you hadn’t known, crazed as you tried to break free of his hold fearing the worst as the other alpha, just as broad and intimidating as the alpha struggling to hold you, had broken through the tree-line.

He was as tall as he was broad with a thick silver-streaked beard with electrifying blue eyes, his size intimidating on its own without the addition of the black and gold artificial left arm that was stretched out toward you.

“Relax, omega.” His voice was as thick and heady as the alpha who had a hold on you, a voice that would have been comforting in its nature if your sense of fear wasn’t in overdrive. “Relax, little omega. Calm down.”

His steps were languid and calculated as he moved toward you and the man behind you, his eyes darting past you and then back again. He had held his hands up as a motion of peace and calm and attempted to get you to stop fighting the holds of the alpha keeping you barred.

“Little one-“ You grit your teeth and kicked your feet toward him, tears blurring your vision as he moved closer, as the alpha who was keeping you locked against him had crooned softly in your ear, using every known tactic to get a crazed omega to calm.

You were slipping into that place of thinly veiled peace, your fight failing you the longer you thrashed and the tighter his hold had remained on you. You were moments from completely losing your ability to keep the struggle when the sound of an engine’s thrusters had broken the tentative moment and a booming voice had blasted through the area.

“Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes! Let the omega go!” The ground shook as something had slammed against the ground and a man’s voice had boomed beneath a red and gold set of metal armour, the arrival of another behind him had immediately shifted the atmosphere in the small opening of woods.

“Tony,” the alpha behind you had remained surprised and taken back by the approach of the two people in the suits of armour, his harsh uptake in aggression stirring your fear and giving you that final momentum to break the hold, “Morgan, stop!”

You had jerked yourself violently out of his grasp and fell to the forest floor, reacting as quick as you could to scurry from the immediate area, your survival instincts telling you to run, to flee and not give them a second chance to grab you.

“Y/N!” The two original alphas had called your name, the sound of their footsteps silenced by the thrusters from the suits of armour and the whipping wind as they had flown ahead and slammed back to the earth before you.

You had come skidding to a stop, cornered by the two people in suits and the alphas coming up from behind. Your heart was racing in your chest, blood pumping in your ears as you reached behind your back for the weapon you had forgotten before, drawing it from the waistband of the hospital-grade scrubs they’d given you back in the commune. You had reacted quickly and drew the pistol, your finger on the trigger as you raised the barrel and aimed at the suit in front, daring them and yourself to pull the trigger.

“Don’t do it.”

“Tony,” one of the alphas stepped closer, and after gazing over your shoulder you could see it was the one they’d called Captain, “back off. Back off, you’re scaring her.”

“She’s the one with a weapon pointed at me.” He raised his hand higher, concentrating his aim on you as you stood trapped.

“Don’t do this Tony,” the one called Bucky had spoken in turn with the Captain, “don’t frighten her more.”

“Put the gun down omega.” The tension between the five of you was innate and overpowering. “Or I will be forced-“

You pulled the trigger three times, the bullets hitting the intended red and gold target, the first hitting the crystal emblem in the chest of his suit, nicking the front.

“That wasn’t very smart.” The man had raised his arm and aimed above you, the cracking limbs of a branch breaking the startling sound that came before you were grabbed violently and tucked against a hard chest, a silver-streaked alpha placing himself between you and the assaulting, broken branch, his shield protecting you both.

“You’re okay, you’re safe little one.” His voice was soft and crooning as he comforted you, as he helped usher you to a loss of consciousness.

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Brave New World: Part 7

“A perfect solution for a dire problem.”

It was the motto that they’d lived by, the solution to a complication that had put the world in a state of overbearing stress. A problem that had risen when the world was catatonically experiencing a loss that transcended all the rights of omegas.

It was powerful alphas and rich men who had come up with the solution, who had decided that omegas would be the ones to bear the heaviest weight. They had decided that it was omegas who would suffer the consequences to provide for the world.

It started slow the first few years, it started with controlling the life habits of the omegas who were within the age range they had allotted would have the best success. The first few changes were bans on food or work avenues, recreational activities to not put a strain on omegas.

It was a treacherous slope that led to unfair treatment and control of your everyday lives.

What had started as small fragments of control had rapidly devolved into chaotic means of a complete overtaking of omegas’ rights.

You were restricted to the bare societal functions of the world. Every omega got an education until high school, and then they were placed in a specialized program wherein they could get the serum injected and be prepped for their futures in their basest functions.

Omegas were no longer given the right to freedom of choice rather they were controlled for the ‘greater good’.

Omegas would be used for breeding, omegas would be used for boosting the population of the world that was suffering immense loss.

Omegas would be given a serum that was akin to the kind of injections that made it impossible for an omega to have a weakened heat. The serum had strengthened the omegas’ ability to not just carry pups but make them stronger and healthier.

Omegas were used as tools, told so by alphas and men who had bared no weight upon their shoulders.

A few ‘soft solutions’ had become a nationalized and internationalized order that shot omegas down the totem pole to the very lowest place.

All it had done was empowered alphas to overtake and control the designation that needed protection the most. The omega population had no longer been considered capable of making decisions for themselves and had every ounce of choice taken away from them.

The only avenue of hope that had been given to omega like yourself had been a minority of people and organizations who were willing to risk everything to save as many omegas as physically possible. They had risked everything they could, they had helped take omegas away from the dangers of their keepers while transporting them to safe havens that had been set up under false pretences.

Some omegas like you had been sent to various realities where you would finally be cared for like you were meant to be. Some omegas who could physically and mentally make and survive the shift from one reality to another would find hope and security out of the clutches of the elite men who had decided what little rights omegas could receive.

“You have someone waiting for you,” Dr. Stephen Strange had been one of the men who helped start the process, and it was his immense guilt that made him want to fix as much as he could, “you’re going to be safe, you’re never going to have to fear for your life again.”

“He could have never undone what he had started, he could never fix what he started.” You relayed the truth to this version of the man who had both cursed and saved you even if he had already known, it was the truth from your lips that had to be spoken.

“Omegas haven’t been around since 1964, maybe it was a punishment this reality had to face to make up for the aggressions of the other.” It was a sentiment you hadn’t shared alone, it felt like a stark fact that one reality had to be punished for the sins of another.

Or maybe it wasn’t a fact at all, maybe there was some natural change of fate that had rid the world of omegas.

“You have a haven here,” Dr. Strange had relayed the intention with assurance, “until Steve and Bucky get here, and even beyond that.”

The private room you had been given was closed off to the masters of the mystic arts, a safe recluse for you to come and go from as you pleased. You weren’t free to wander beyond the gates of Kamar-Taj, not that you would have wanted to anyway, but you were free to wander the grounds and experience freedom that was allotted to you within some confines.

It was the easy and slow integration into free choice and having the ability to create your own experiences without being lorded over that aided in your adjusting and healing in the new reality.

You had made discoveries about yourself that had long remained hidden, resurfacing under the protection of the walls of Kamar-Taj and the watchful eyes of Strange and Wong. The few pleasures you had endured in the hours of your stay since you had first arrived, had been enjoyed outside.

Feeling the sun on your skin while you read a book gifted to you was the first you enjoyed. The taste of Dadaghare, a Nepali wine, had been first introduced to you by one of the beta mystic arts students who had left the grounds to gather a few things in a nearby town. It was something new, something you would have liked to do again.

You had discovered little things in your surroundings while waiting for Steve and Bucky to arrive, an internal countdown to meet the alphas who had done nothing but keep you safe.

A perpetual moment of returning to the two alphas you had primordially recognized as yours, and you as theirs. You had missed the comfort of their scents, the integral warmth they exuded that seeped under your skin to give you the perception that the world as you knew it would be okay.

Even the sound of their voices had been a comfort to you and while you were relieved to be away from the prying eyes and speculations that you were a problem for their agency to solve, you had almost wished to be back with there, if for no other reason than to be with them again.

“They’ll be here within hours,” the promise was made and you were set on distracting yourself while waiting, even if your mind had kept returning to thoughts of them.

You couldn’t keep your mind off of the two older super soldiers, nor had you wanted to.

Steve had been watching the titular information on the screen in front of him had shifted and change as the data was uploaded and analyzed.

There had been a few copies of the material made for the betterment of their cause to convince the few suspecting alphas and agents that you were no more of a threat than Steve or Bucky had been. It was the data being analyzed that he had his eyes on however it was you and Bucky that his thoughts had turned to.

You were in Kamar-taj, Steve and Bucky had been informed late last night that Dr. Strange had taken you to the stronghold to allow you to feel freedom without being constrained.

It was a place wherein you didn’t have to worry about accusations from Tony Stark or worry that any agents would try and corner you into submission to put you through tests the other doctors wanted to conduct.

“What are we looking at?” Bucky had finally broken the tentative silence in the room, standing by Steve with his arms crossed over his chest and his blue eyes dimmed with exhaustion.

The two super soldiers were already affected by your presence and sudden departure, the quick moment you had been here was enough for the three of you to become connected. They had been mated for years even bonded for longer and when you had arrived, it had been the missing piece they had wanted and needed.

Even within the short time, you had been at the Compound with them, your presence and your scent had infiltrated their entire beings. You were their omega, you were their mate and there had been a surreal surge of protectiveness within them that had nearly driven both Steve and Bucky to the brink. Their basest urges and drives to protect their mate, their omega, was stirring symptoms that were akin to restlessness and fatigue.

“We took samples from Y/N when she was put under after she had been found the first time. I’ve been running tests and we’ve made some very…surprising discoveries.” Bruce had come to stand near the screen that was in near constant motion with graphs and charts, DNA sequences and statistics that had seemingly gone over Bucky and Steve’s heads.

“The first thing we noticed is that there’s a kind of super soldier serum that’s running through her veins. It was administered by whoever in her reality and we can postulate that it affects her heat by making them more intense and powerful, given the intensity-“

“A single heat could spark your ruts within moments, even if you had just gone through your cycles.” Natasha had spoken over Bruce, her arms crossed over her chest just like her ankles were, as she sat on a desk not far from Bruce. “We also think this super soldier serum has been given to omegas for them to be able to carry stronger pups without greater risks.”

“This serum at its core is the same kind of serum the two of you had been injected with, however, it’s tailor-made for omegas. It’s been tailor-made for her.” Bruce’s lips had pursed, and he had stared at the data in front of him with furrowed brows. “What they were doing to them, we have no idea what she went through and we can only guess-“

“She’s got super soldier serum running through her?” Bucky had spoken slowly, working his way through a bought of disbelief.

“She’s untrained, she needs to be taught how to handle her strength. When and if she wants to come back, she’s going to be put through training to be able to contend with the strength. She knows she has it, but she needs to contain it.”

Natasha lowered her arms and jumped from the desk, wiping her palms on her thighs before she sighed. “And of course, we have to deal with Tony-“

“I swear to God, I would kill him.” Bucky’s aggression had spiked when the topic of Tony had come up, the protective desire to rip him in two was passing back and forth between the two of them with neither one willing to make the other back down.

“We can keep doing as many tests as we can to figure out exactly why the serum was needed if her reality already had omegas but it would be better to ask her ourselves.”

“She’s not coming back here unless Tony and Sharon, until all the agents fuck off. She won’t be coming back here to be made a fucking criminal-“

“She won’t, Bucky.” Natasha had crossed the distance and rested her hand on his shoulder, her green eyes catching and holding his gaze. “I’ll kick his ass myself.”

“Natasha and I have been assembling a team, of sorts-“

“What kind of team?” Steve had cut him off, his jaw clenching and his fingers flexing by his sides.

“-to help her heal and move past whatever trauma she suffered in her reality. A team that will help her adjust to the world now, and Natasha-“

“You have your place outside of the Compound. It’s a few hours upstate in a quiet town, a place where no one asks questions.” She conferred, digging in her back pocket to retrieve her phone before she had tossed it toward Steve. “Take a look at it. It’s private, it’s quiet and it’s a place where she can adjust and slowly be integrated.”

“It’s not our decision, it’s hers.” Bucky had grabbed the phone from Steve when it was held out to him, scrolling and swiping through the pictures of the house Natasha had already set up, admiring the space surrounding the house that would give all of you space.

“Talk to her about it,” Bruce had turned the screen off and set the small remote down on the edge of the table, clearing his throat to bring rise to another question, “and if she’d be willing to give fresher samples?”

“Bruce-“

“Quinjet is waiting, let’s go get your omega, boys.”

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Brave New World: Part 6

There were no windows that you could see from, nothing that had been given to you that could determine the time of day or whether the clouds were overcast like they had been when you’d arrived.

There was nothing you could use to determine the warmth outside the room you were hiding out in.

What you could feel, was the soft rattle of the floor from a train in close vicinity and the sound of a voice above you.

You could feel the minuscule lip of a wooden plank in the floor that was coming free from the others. You could run your fingers along the seams in the wood and feel the knots and the grooves while you counted the nails used in the hastened roof of this bare panic room you had been set in.

“There’s no one here.” The voice of a man, someone you had come to know as a possible ally and friend had done his job, he had taken you from the holding facility that was supposed to determine your value after the serum was injected, and brought you here.

It was an overdrawn process that had been neither hasty nor straight-laced but at least you were out of there.

“And where do you think omega #80274 had run to?” That’s what you were reduced to, a number in their system and a commodity that they could use.

“She skipped town. Ran east. They found her tracker in the next county over.” The man had answered, keeping cool and calm.

There was silence and then the investigating agent left with the sound of footsteps and the soft closing of a door. When the coast was clear, your ally had started descending the stairs to the panic room you were in, his footsteps hurried. He had undid the latch on the door and the small barrier was opened, his hand outstretched for you to take.

“There’s a car waiting, you’re going to go meet a man who will help you get out of here. Leave everything you found in the room, there’s another two coming tonight.”

“Thank you,” you exhaled sharply, clinging to him as he steered you toward the back door, stopping near a woman who was waiting with a pair of dark glasses obscuring her eyes, “both of you.”

“Come on, we’ve only got an hour.” You were lead from the house, directed to the vehicle waiting with blacked-out windows and directed into the backseat by another omega.

The omega beside you was older, or at least she had looked older, and her hair was tightly bound in a bun to keep it out of her face. Her eyes were downcast, a broken lip scabbed over and near the point of healing. She, like you, had a bandage on her bicep, a tracker cut out and tossed in a random county to get them off your scent. She was weary, exhausted and drained all the same.

“When we get there, someone will help you out of here. Wherever you end up, you’ll need to find someone of their choosing who will help you adjust on the other side.” She spoke and then pulled her glasses down the bridge of her nose, green eyes visible through the rearview mirror, her blonde hair getting in her face.

It took you until now to realize she spoke with a Russian accent, or something akin to it. You didn’t know her, you didn’t even know her name and by the time the vehicle had pulled up to the curb, you didn’t want to ask. Names had value, names were the gateway to being betrayed and used.

“Good luck.” The doors were sparsely closed and she was already gone, her car ripping down the road with impressive speed while the two of you were standing outside the building.

“Hurry up!” The door to the side opened and a woman poked her head out, beckoning you two into the building.

As you entered, the other omega was directed to a room a few feet from the entrance, a doctor waiting inside for her. She had moved slowly, languidly yet listened to the order without a fight. As you were passing you had seen her sit on the bed and the doctor approach with a needle and some clear medicine.

“It’s to calm her down, she’s been in it longer than you have.” The woman who had greeted you when you first arrived, who had opened the door for you both, had walked with you down to a room at the end of the hall.

The door was already opened when you stepped through, the entire space empty save for a couple of men, both alphas. One of the men, the taller of the two with silver and black hair had turned toward you, a glimmer of guilt in his eyes before it was gone and rigid determination and order had taken over again.

“Y/N L/N,” he approached you and extended one hand, the tips of his fingers starting to glow, “there’s a lot to explain and little time to do it. I’m sending you to a new reality, an alternate reality in the world where an omega like you, will be safeguarded and protected. There are two men you’ll meet, they’ve been waiting for you.”

“What the hell is this?” A world behind him had opened up, a world that look completely identical to the one you were in.

“A door to an alternate reality. You’re going inside, you’re going to be sent there to keep you safe. This is part of the multiverse.”

“Who am I supposed to find, when I get in there?” You gazed past him toward the open door, trying to make out details of the reality.

“Dr. Stephen Strange.” He answered with astute knowledge as if he was speaking about himself.

“Why are you helping me? Us?” You questioned, slowly approaching the door he had opened, spying the same glimmer of guilt and regret in his blue eyes.

“I helped start it, I need to help undo it.” He grabbed the back of your shirt and in no small measure threw you through, the door closing immediately behind you.

“Do you think this is the best place for her?” Raised voices had come from beyond the reinforced heavy door that kept you safe, that kept you from prying eyes.

The room was immaculate, the carved wooden details of the four-poster bed had told a story of something and someone beyond your knowledge, and while you hadn’t understood the meaning you had appreciated the architecture. To the left of the four-poster bed was a deeply stained wardrobe that was given to you to change into more comfortable clothes, although you had remained in the clothing Steve and Bucky had given you to cling to their scent.

The entire room looked ancient and rugged, almost as if it had been entirely otherworldly. Although it was different in this reality, minutely, you had seen it before. You had experienced the views and the gently aged walls that welcomed you into their midst. This place was not so different from the haven, the hell that you had escaped from, and it was a relief. It was a comfort to be here, to be in a place where you could recognize a few faces.

“You’re safe here, you know that?” Wong had greeted you first when Dr. Strange had taken you into the portal. He was the first to greet you when your feet had touched the ground.

“I knew him, from where I was-“

“He knows.” Wong had been astute in his knowledge of what you had briefly heard was the multiverse.

It was the other Strange, the one from your world that had saved you. It was the Strange you knew that had helped take you from one reality to the next to save you from a fate that was detestable.

He had been one of the few remaining ‘heroes’ who had still sought to save the omega population from being used as tools. It was an action that he had sought out after initially setting up the program that exploited omegas in the first place. He had been attempting to right a wrong, attempting to undo the shit he had helped start.

Whether it was guilt or some kind of arrogant need to be the hero after becoming the villain, it didn’t matter in the end. Dr. Strange had helped save you. He had helped you, he helped a number of omegas escape to different worlds, alternate realities to have a chance to survive.

You were given the room as a safe space, given the place in the Kamar-Taj to escape the ire of Tony Stark, another arrogant alpha hellbent on keeping you labelled as an enemy.

It was a safe space, a haven for you to decompress and get a good grounding on yourself and the reality you were stuck in. But even more than that, it would give you a place to heal out of harm’s way and out of the view of prying eyes.

“You can relax here,” Wong had reassured you with a simple nod of his head, “you don’t need to look over your shoulder anymore.”

“What about Steve? Bucky?” You had already felt a tug, a dull pull that was mildly uncomfortable, that drew you to your alphas.

“They’ll be here. Soon enough.”

“I could’ve killed him,” The gears in Bucky’s arm whir as he flexes his fingers and clenches his jaw, “Tony fucking Stark-“

“The truth is, we don’t know where the omega came from. There’s fear and apprehension-“ Sharon Carter had resisted the idea of fully trusting the omega, much like Stark had, and the resulting mistrust of the mysterious appearance had many on edge.

“She’s not a threat, Sharon.” Steve had slid his hand onto Bucky’s shoulder, squeezing his mate’s appendage to help ease him back from the heightened edge he was on.

“How do you know that?” She faced off against him, against them, with few on their side. “Because of some twisted and basest instinct to go feral? Over an omega, you just met?”

“You don’t know what it’s like, none of you remember what it means to see and find an omega who speaks to you. None of you know the feeling that settles in an alpha’s body when they come across an omega, their true mate. Bucky and I remember omegas in the world, we remember the way they affect us, the way that alphas used to do everything they could to keep their mate safe.”

“This isn’t the 1940s anymore, Steve. We know nothing about this woman, who may I remind you, took down every agent who tried to restrain her. She’s not normal.” Sharon had lifted her hand, her cellphone tucked into the right, a notification coming before her.

“If you try and stop us-“

“Don’t start another civil war.” Sharon cut them off, her eyes settling on the two silver-streaked super soldiers. “Maybe its time you put away the shield-“

“When we find our omega,” darkness settled over Bucky, his voice deepening and his eyes growing intense, “we’re going to make sure no one can ever take her from us again.”

“If you take this course of action, Stark and the agents handling this case will stop you.”

“You can damn well try,” Bucky spoke over her, solidifying their stance and their position as two royally pissed-off alphas and super soldiers.

They had waited, held out hope for finding someone they could share their lives with, some missing piece and now that they had found it, found you, they were not going to lose you so easily.

You needed them just as much as they had needed you, and it was an unfair approach that Stark and SHIELD were taking to immediately label you as the enemy and a threat without really taking a look at how hurt, how frightened you were.

They hadn’t analyzed or had been able to detect how wounded emotionally and mentally, hell even physically, you were.

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Brave New World: Part 5

“When you said I was made for more, did you mean it?” Steve woke from a dream, from the words that were spoken to him so many decades ago.

The words that were meant to encourage him back when he had first gotten the serum echoed in his head, playing over and over in his dreams as he was plagued with a mutual need he had shared with Bucky to extrapolate all their efforts into convincing you that you were safe with them.

It was that mutual need to protect and provide that had almost been entirely eradicated in the context of alpha relationships. Of course, an alpha would always protect and provide for their mate if they had any weight as an alpha, but the primal urges and primordial drives to become alphas at their basest instincts were overwhelming.

It was almost as if Steve and Bucky were being regenerated with the traditional roles of alphas to protect you from every unknown and known source of danger.

It was as if they were being driven by this unseen force to provide you with everything you didn’t know you needed and to make sure you had never wanted for anything.

It was a sensation of the past since omegas had vanished in the ‘60s. People, alphas and betas alike, had forgotten what influence an omega could have on them, on their instincts, even if they had claimed to be in complete and total control of themselves.

Omegas were when it came to designations, the lowest of the three and yet omegas had carried more power over an alpha than their designation liked to admit. It was a balance of power in most relationships, with the omega submitting to the alpha and the alpha exchanging that submission for care and devotion.

It was a balance and yet, most alphas who genuinely cared for their omegas would bend over backwards to give them the world.

You were the only omega around; you were theirs and they were yours.

Steve had run his hands down his face, the sensations of his facial hair against his palms and had initially felt the draw of sleep pulling him back into restfulness until there was a sharp spike of tension building beneath his flesh.

Steve had lowered his hands to the bed his fingers grabbing hold of the sheets and rubbing the material together to feel the cotton against his flesh. He had once again almost been drawn into the depths of sleep, almost welcomed back into slumber when he had once against felt the sharp spike of tension.

With a sigh, Steve had thrown the blankets back and sat up slowly and then he looked at Bucky who was laying beside him. Bucky’s sleep came easier and was deeper even more so now than before and it was a process that had been a long time coming through various methods of helping heal him. It had been a long road to recovery, even after the battle with Thanos had settled, even after Steve and Bucky had finally been recognized by the world as a mated pair, it was a long road.

Now, finally, Bucky had felt like he was healed enough to function.

“Everything okay?” Bucky had noticed the disturbance of his mate through the bond, and he had started to wake from the sleep he desperately needed, ready to assist Steve.

“It’s fine, go back to sleep.” Steve had helped settle Bucky as he was before, leaning over to brush his lips against his brunette alpha, humming into the exchange of affection before he had finally departed the bed.

As Steve had set his feet upon the wooden floor and stood, his heightened senses as a super soldier alpha had already given him clues about what was happening outside of the bedroom. He could hear the sound of footsteps, albeit they were softened and carefully placed to not wake Steve and Bucky, and along with your footsteps was the trail of fear lingering within the complicated notes of your scent.

You were afraid of something, of someone or perhaps even your thoughts that could have betrayed you. It was hanging round in the air yet it was subtle like your footsteps, a deliberate restraint that was linked to your survival. The fewer indicators you had given of your position and how to find you, the fewer people that could find and use you.

It was both brilliant and heartbreaking.

“Y/N,” Steve had stepped out of the bedroom and ran his fingers through his hair, nails catching on a particular knot in his silver-streaked hair, “Is everything okay, sweetheart?”

He stopped outside of his bedroom, the door closed gently behind him to keep any noise from reaching Bucky’s ears, and then he stood. He couldn’t hear the sound of your footsteps on the floor or could he see any indication that you were up and out of your room, any detectable sign that you had even been out in the open save for your lingering scent.

You were completely out of view, you were completely hidden from him in some possible hiding place that was as obscured and perfect. There was nothing he could see that was out of place, no possible and easily detected nook that you were in and it was, again, brilliant but heartbreaking.

“Y/N it’s okay, you don’t need to be afraid.” Steve was using the abilities he had and Bucky had to coerce to get an omega out of their hiding place, to get you to reveal yourself to him.

He had used gentility in his voice to ease you out of fear and to make you climb out of your hiding place. All he wanted to do was comfort you and reinforce the message they had been trying to drive home to you, that you were safe and they wouldn’t hurt you. That’s all they wanted you to know, that they were good men and good alphas.

“Do you need something?” He knew you were here, he knew you were hiding somewhere and for whatever reason, you weren’t willing to speak or let him know where you were hiding out.

“Omega, you know we won’t hurt you.” Steve had moved further away from the bedroom toward the couch, slowly sitting down with his back flush against the cool leather.

Steve had leaned forward and folded his hands together while his elbows rested on his knees. He had known you were here, he had sensed you and the glimmer of fear and it was the fear that prevented him from physically finding you. When you were ready you would come out, and Steve would sit here until it happened.

Steve woke to the sight of a blanket covering his body, one that he and Bucky had given you, and the soft murmurs of a man and a woman speaking quietly. It wasn’t until he had opened his eyes and regained control of his senses did he realize that it was Bucky and Wanda, the two of them conversing quietly together until they noticed him awake.

“Steve-“ all it took was Bucky to speak his name and he had known, he had known fully what you had done.

“Where is she?” Steve carefully peeled back the blankets and stood, his limbs heavy still with sleep.

“Somewhere on the property. She was caught on the security feed stealing and storing supplies in one of the panic rooms, the supplies she took were for heat cycles, suppressants and dried food.”

“She thinks she’s going to be taken again,” Wanda had added to the information they had, sullen in her voice.

“she’s light on her feet but her thoughts are loud. What she’s been through, I’ve seen glimpses of it in her mind. Omegas there, from the reality she’s from, they have no rights. They’re objects and yeah, some alphas are good and they give them the rights they’re denied but for the majority…”

“They’re a commodity,” Steve had felt loss and hurt for you, he had felt empathetic disgust on your behalf but he had no idea what you had gone through. None of them could ever, would ever, be able to understand.

“She’s getting ready to run and she’s panicked. She thinks this is all a ruse, she thinks she’s going to be handed off. She can’t help it, its in her nature and her survival instincts are kicking in.” Bucky had already started making his way to the door, dressed in a tactical suit ready for a chase.

“Give me five.” Steve’s voice grew colder, he had become aggravated as his blood boiled for the treatment you and ever other omega from your reality had inflicted. “No idea where she is?”

“She’s on the property, like I said, but I don’t think she made it out of the building.” Bucky had spoken to Steve while he had walked back to the bedroom to get dressed, moving quickly as if he was caught in the middle of a raid and was preparing for war.

“She was scared last night, Buck. I heard her, she was still; silent. I tried to find her, but I couldn’t. She was hiding and nothing was out of sight.” Steve had fastened a few buckles on his tactical suit, fire in his veins driving him back out of the bedroom with primal promise of violence.

“She could be anywhere, and we need to make it quick. Stark is looking for her too and we both know how he feels about this situation.” Wanda had flicked her wrist, the door opening with a sudden tug.

“I’ll fucking kill him if he touches her.” Bucky’s eyes were more black than not, his shoulders and back were rigid and there was ice in his tone of voice that was reminiscent of The Winter Soldier.

“I’ll snap his fucking legs off and feed them to him.”

“The protocol was made to prevent the insurgence of an agent-“

“An agent? Are you that stupid? Tony!” Steve scoffed, derision hanging off every syllable, every beat of the spoke rage that had flooded his, their, veins. “Does she look like an agent?”

“It looks like there’s an omega where there hasn’t been one for decades. You said it yourself, Captain.” Tony had crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow at the protest of the two super soldiers as they stood before him. “Since the ‘60s?”

“Tony, she’s not a danger. She’s scared, she’s terrified and she came from something, somewhere-“

“Exactly, Rogers. She came from somewhere and something.” Tony had stood and shook his head, Morgan sitting close by. “Until we can trust her, she needs to be monitored.”

“Don’t you dare,” Bucky had stood with such power and speed, the table before he had been jostled heavily, “touch our fucking omega?”

“See? That’s the problem, Barnes. You’re already attached to the omega and we don’t even know what she is. That’s why I have made a decision with Bruce-“

A sharp cry, the sound of a wounded animal came piercing through the speakers, the alphas immediately recognizing the sound.

“Tony,” trepidation that he could go this far had fuelled their shock, “what the hell did you do?”

“I’m doing what’s best for my daughter, for all of us. We don’t know-“ another scream, another startled shriek and the image of the omega, their omega, fighting off the agents mean to retrain you, a literal cold collar around your neck.

The agents were struggling, and you were fuelled by the primordial and natural urge to free yourself. You were, against the agents who were bigger and seemed stronger, fighting them off effectively.

“Is this what you call help?” Natasha spoke over the feed, her voice icy and vile. “You’re a bastard.”

“Tony, I swear to God if you don’t let her go,” Steve turned sharply and bared his teeth, the sensation of your emotions conveyed through the little bond you already had, was screaming at him to help you, “you won’t like who Bucky and I become.”

“And who is that? Huh? Two alphas who are so driven by the scent of an omega they’re losing all sense of reason?”

“Reason? You call that reason?! You’re terrifying her, Tony!” Bucky had raised his voice in conjecture with Steve, Natasha sharing in their animosity. “She’s scared and she needs to know that she’s safe here.”

“She isn’t safe, we don’t know what she is.” Tony had turned his attention back to the camera, the sight of the omega on camera was gone, replaced with the few leftover sparks from a glowing gold portal that had come and gone.

“And we don’t know where she is either.”

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A conversation, at some point, with BNW

“You know,” Steve and Bucky look at you sitting on the couch with your legs crossed, “I’d like to go somewhere.”

“Anywhere you want, little omega.” Bucky squeezes Steve’s hand, they’re undeniable happiness at having you in their life had only added to their happiness at having each other.

“Where do you want to go, sweetheart?” Steve lifted his coffee cup to his lips, sipping on the strong brew inside.

“A nude beach.” You speak so plainly, so naturally.

Steve is immediately hit with shock and like something from an act, he spews out his coffee as his eyes grow wide. He can’t believe he’s heard you say what you’ve said, and although the tries to get Bucky to help with the impending topic, his mate and best friend only grins wolfishly.

“Y/N, honey…” Steve sets his cup down and leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “You do know what a nude beach is-“

“Natasha,” you stand and approached the window of your home, your state of being partially undressed is as cute as it is arousing, since you’d stolen Bucky’s shirt and that’s all you’re wearing, “said the best way to tan without inhabitants is to lay on the sand naked from head to toe.”

“Natasha-“

“I think that’s a great idea, little one.” Bucky smacks his hand over Steve’s mouth to cut him off, speaking over the blonde. “We should go to a nude beach.”

“Yeah? Really?” You turn and bound toward him, looping your arms around his neck to kiss his cheek, his shirt on your body raising to give a peek at the cute little boyshort panties you wore.

“A private-“ Steve smacks Bucky’s hand away and gives him a dirty look. “-beach. Just us.”

“I have a whole bucket list of things I wanna do, and a nude beach is one of them.” You beam and hug Steve next, eager for their cooperation. “I’m so excited! When are we leaving? Now? Tomorrow?”

“Stark owes us a favour, he’s got connections. Go pack, beautiful.” Bucky shoos you off and ignores Steve’s attempt at another look, shrugging him off. “Better pack, Cap. We’re going on a vacation.”

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Day 24, BNW

Bucky and Steve’s Omega has never experienced the pleasure or excitement of a holiday. She’s never had the privilege of just having fun. When she sees a Halloween gingerbread house in a shop window amidst all the decorations she asks them what it is. They can tell she has a curious smile about it. Please 🧡

Halloween Countdown day 24 — Build a gingerbread haunted house

There was a lot you had to learn about the new world around you and the free choice you had as an omega a direct and blunt change to the reality you had once known. You had a great disadvantage compared to the people around you that had been raised with these kind of celebrations, while you were isolated and had only been given information that was necessary to your success as one of their tools.

It was a surprise to you when Steve and Bucky wanted to whisk you away for the weekend to take you somewhere fun, a place where you could enjoy fall and the lead up to Halloween. They had done everything for you including packing a weekend bag and making sure to bring a thick sweater or fall coat depending on the weather, the two alphas going above and beyond what you had expected from them.

“Did you want to do some shopping?” They’d taken you to a small town in Connecticut, a place that was known for fall festivals and a gentle lead up to Halloween.

The town was cozy, decorated with seasonal decor while window shops had been lined with cute cartoon ghosts, pumpkins and witches, backing customers in to see their wares. It had amazed you, even the smallest details of the town had been captivating and you had all but dragged Steve and Bucky from the hotel after checking in. You’d been so eager to leave you had forgotten to grab your coat and scarf Steve insisted you wear, leaving the two to cart them after you.

“You don’t want to get sick.” Steve quipped as he wrapped the scarf around your neck and gently tucked the ends into your coat.

“I think the serum helps prevent most sickness.” You stated with a furrowed brow, shivering when Steve’s hands brushed against our cheeks.

“Give him this, little omega.” Bucky was quick to whisper in your ear, correctly you gently. “Stevie spent most out childhood deathly ill and now he worries about anyone he loves.”

“What is that?” You crossed in front of Steve, half-jogging to a window front toward a decoration set on a plate its dripping orange and black details from a dark brown roof.

“That’s a gingerbread house,” Bucky had followed you, immediately greeting you with a sign of affection via a kiss to the top of your head, “a haunted house.”

“Gingerbread?” You gazed up at him, your eyebrows knitted together and your lips pursed. “What’s gingerbread?”

“It’s like a cookie,” Steve had followed the two of you, standing on the other side of you and reached out to grasp your hand, “you can put them together with icing and decorate them for Christmas.”

“But it’s halloween?” You frowned, your lack of understanding frustrating to you.

“It doesn’t just have to be for Christmas, it’s just that typically gingerbread is made around Christmas.”

“It looks delicious,” you stated, resting your free hand against the glass, “does it come pre-made? Will they eat it?”

“Do you wanna make one o our own?” Steve squeezed your hand, directing your attention away from the shop and onto him. “We could take it back to the hotel and make it.”

“Our own haunted house? To eat it?”

“If you want, little one.” Steve’s usual pet name had hit you with innate warmth that filled your entire being. “Want me to go get one?”

“Please! That sounds like so much fun! I didn’t even know people did this?” Your excitement was bubbling and like Bucky, Steve had kissed the top of your head before he left you two alone to enter the shop.

“What else do people do on halloween?” You turned toward Bucky, almost innately seeking warmth of his body, nudging him gently until he hugged you to his chest.

“They carve pumpkins,” Bucky has answered your question with a soft whisper. “Watch scary movies, go see haunted houses, kids go trick or treating.”

“Scary movies,” you hummed, angling your head to look up at him, “good idea?”

“Not for you, sweet omega.” Bucky denied you, studying you as you studied him. “They wouldn’t be good for you.”

“Pumpkins then?” You nuzzled your cheek against his chest and sighed.

“Pumpkins are safe,” Bucky’s soft laugh rumbled in his chest and his hands rubbed your back gently, “but first lets tackle the gingerbread haunted house.”

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[imaginedreamwrite]

This is how I imagine alpha!silverfox!Steve and reader’s date going:

He’s sitting across from you wearing a two piece suit that looks impeccable on the older alpha. He’s sitting across from you in a such a way, with one hand resting on his thigh, that makes your knees week if you stare too long.

His chin is tipped down and his eyes are so fixated on you that you couldn’t be sure if he was blinking at all. You can feel heat and desire penetrating you from his steely blue-green eyes and it makes your stomach flip. You can feel warmth pooling between your thighs, you can feel yourself clenching around nothing.

And its with a shaky breath that you finally speak. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what, little bunny?” Little bunny, like he knows you’ll want to run, like he knows you’ll tear off away from him and give chase.

“You know what.” You close your menu with a snap and set it down with a huff, maybe more forcefully than you intended to.

“Do I?” He croons seductively and leans in, resting his free hand on the table, fingertips grazing yours as you inhale sharply.

A single touch that could leave you breathless and quaking, trembling in wonder of what his other touches could accomplish.

“Mr. Rogers you know-“ you’re left breathless again when he laughs, and the sound of husky tone makes you shiver.

“Please, sweetheart.” He actually does touch you now, his warm hand rests on top of yours. “Call me Steve.”

“Steve…” you say his name, filthy thoughts infiltrating your mind. “Please don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what, coniglietta?” Steve hums and twirls the alcohol in his glass, his chin tipping once more to present a less formidable image.

“Like you want to eat me.” You huff, sucking in air and releasing it quickly.

“Oh sweet coniglietta…” Steve switches positions and leans in on both elbows, his hands tucked under his chin. “Why would I bother lying to you?”

“What?” You question airily, hit with the intensity of the sexual tension pooling between you two.

“I said…” Steve licks his lips and slowly looks you up and down, as if he’s picturing you on the table as his feast instead of the food you’re about to order. “I can’t bother lying to you, omega.”

“Steve-“

“I want to eat you. I want to eat you on this table and drink every drop of your cream.”

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