#Omega Bruce Banner

[roundglassesfics]

Back to fic ideas that are living in my head rent free 

I still didn’t decide if this is after Ultron or Civil War but sometime where Tony is not being treated well by the Avengers, while in a mission to a Hydra base Tony is hit with a beam and the Avengers Think he died and move on with their lives (could show what happened in a chapter or one-shot), but really Tony is actually transported to a different universe to a HYDRA/SHIELD base where they think they have a chance with having this new Tony Stark in their hands, and start the process of regressing him and turning him into an Omega with the side plan to kill the current Tony Stark and put this one in his place after brainwashing of course, and “Exposing” Tony as an Omega and taking control of his Money and the Avengers this way all being SHIELD’s back and with SHIELD’s support (WSC think that this way they can control Tony Stark).

While regressing (for easer brain washing) Tony and starting on turning him into an Omega the Villain Iron Man attacks SHIELD and sees the younger him (Thinking around 5/6 years old in body) there in one of the laps so he stages a blow up and takes his younger self back with him with all the files to see what the deal is now, making everyone who knew about this project think that the subject was dead.

Tony starts reading the files and the more he reads from the files the more he gets angry and hating SHIELD even more (Stark here doesn’t know that HYDRA is there yet, he just hates SHIELD and doesn’t trust them At. All.).

At his secret hideout (a secret lab at the Tower) he wakes Tony up and from there things get weird for both of them, a bonding process starts that usually happens between parent and child, apparently Stark being an Alpha and Tony being an Omega kick started a bonding between them being so biologically similar but different enough for the bonding to take.

Stuck together and not being able to leave until Tony stops shaking and needing physical contact and Stark stops needing Tony to always be near they start to get to know about each other and the geeking out about the alternate universe theory, and from there Tony learns that what happened to him was because of SHIELD/HYDRA, because hay SHIELD knew what they were doing to him, and were okay with it.

After planning and scheming they decided to introduce Tony as Stark’s Son from a previous relationship (one before the one he has now with Bruce Banner (the only one in the Avengers who knows Tony Stark is the villain Iron Man)), where the mother had him and didn’t tell Stark about it till she died, she was an Italian Model who quit modeling and went to live in a rural village in Italy and just died leaving Anton to be in his father’s care.

From there Stark tells Bruce to come and bond with his new ‘son’, and hide it enough for Natasha to find out and outs him to the Avengers, an interdiction is made for ‘Anton’ the Italian little omega child of Tony Stark, giving Tony the excuse of not understanding this new universe and its costumes, at first Anton wanted to immediately start helping Stark but a rule was made that he won’t help Iron Man in missions until he learns about this universe and how to act like he was from it before doing any helping.

At first the I’d like the fic to be more about getting used to the idea of being an omega and living like one (from dressing to how to act around other people and how to tell what they are from smell alone), getting used to being a child again with a surprisingly an over protective Stark as father and kind and loving Bruce as mother.

Then after getting used to living there and being an omega he starts helping in Iron Man missions dismantling SHIELD/HYDRA, and father Alpha Tony gets help from little omega Tony ‘Anton’ as his alibi, even going to so far as to make Iron Man appear in times where Tony Stark is out in public so that there is no one doubting that Tony Stark and Iron Man and two different people.

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Kinda love the idea that Omega’s here have more feminine clothing, and also seeing that the story is Anton came from a small village from Italy he would have a different style of clothing at the beginning that moves to be more American style, could even have a little rule for omegas to always wear hats when out in public, just some ideas where Tony having to get used to many different changes happening and him adapting and getting used to them, and thriving in them.

+ Love the idea that alpha Tony wakes FRYDAY to be with Anton and helping him around, even maybe helping him style and choose his clothing, and the excuse they use for giving a child an AI is that at the beginning Anton doesn’t speak English and only speaks Italian, and from there Anton gets to have JARVIS and FRYDAY which is like a dream to him because he lost JARVIS in his universe.

+Also Omega love Soft things here and Anton gets to have the softest clothes, bedding, towels, etc.

+ Anton is living the time of his life having the childhood he didn’t get to have with great parents in Tony and Bruce, even if Anton and Tony bond over fucking SHIELD/HYDRA over.

[fandom-fortress]

You know, the las time I saw the words "One last fight/flight" They killed Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff, they send Steve Rogers back in time to be with a girl he kissed ONCE and fucked up the life she built, they retired Clint Barton for the second time, they "took" one of Bruce Banner's arm and they made me see Thor absolutely deppresed for Loki

The odds are not looking good here...

[hainethehero]

Fluffy hair, plush pink lips, a permanent pout, gorgeous tits and a peachy ass...

AND YALL THINK THIS MAN IS AN ALPHA?

A TOP?!

The first time he topped, he cried and made Bucky promise never to do it again!

He likes soft, cosy blankets, hot cocoa and snuggles dammit!

He likes when Bucky sings him to sleep!

Natasha holds his hands sometimes on missions when his anxiety gets too much!

Tony keeps lil Ty beanie boo plushies around Avengers tower just for Steve when he gets bored or lonely.

Bruce watches Bluey with him because he finds modern children's animation and TV MINDBLOWING!

Rumlow lets him doodle on his hand when they're being debriefed for missions at SHIELD.

Rollins lets him put his head on his lap during breaks on missions.

Thor answers all his questions about Asgard and takes him there to draw and paint!

Clint brings Steve along with his family when it's movie night!

Fury plays boardgames with him!

And Sam takes him for ice-cream and coffee and long walks in the park!

This man is soft! This man is adorable! And MCU has taken all that away from him. He is not always in charge, he does not like war, he hates the government and he just wants to be seen as a person.

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk.

[comicwaren]

“We need to get on with this--take action--and make whoever that was regret being born.” -- Magik

Cover art for Ultimate Invasion #003, “Through the Looking Glass”

Art by Bryan Hitch and Alex Sinclair

[telekinesis-mind-control-comics]

[monster-cock69]

anyways au where omegas don't go to prison, they get sent to learn how to become a proper omega, and after the terrible vigilante spiderman is caught, the only pack equipped to handle him is the avengers pack

[merrymarvelite]

Cover of the Day: Omega the Unknown #2 (May, 1976) Art by Rich Buckler

[marvelousmrm]

Omega the Unknown #2 (Gerber & Skrenes/Mooney, May 1976). Further testing the boundaries of reality… John-Michael suffers the bruises and injuries that the silent superhero incurs. If it felt wrong to pit Morbius against the Living Eraser, imagine how strange it is to anchor this new character in the existing Marvel canon. Electro and the Hulk harass poor, puzzled Omega.

[comicreadingorder]

Daredevil by Mark Waid Reading Order

I considered doing one list of Kevin Smith through Waid, which is volumes 2 through 4, but I don't remember Shadowland well enough or want to re-read it, so I'll only do this for now and maybe just do V2 later. After a depressing life series of events, MMM (Matthew Michael Murdock) decides to go with a fake-it-til-you-make-it outlook on life. The result is a more upbeat, Nightwing-adjacent take on the character, while no less complex or dramatic. I didn't love everything but I loved reading it, and the art never disappoints.

Bold=main story Italics=optional

Daredevil Volume 3

Daredevil (V3) 1-7

Amazing Spider-Man 677, DD 8

DD 9, 10, 10.1

Omega Effect: Avenging Spider-Man 6, Punisher (V9) 10, DD 11 — Crossover co-written by Rucka and Waid.

DD 12-15

DD Annual (2012) — Not by Waid or relevant to his story

DD 16-30

Indestructible Hulk 9-10 — Waid has DD guest star in the other title he writes. This has no bearing or mention of the story in DD and can be read (or not) anytime before 31.

DD 31-36

Daredevil Volume 4

After Secret Wars Three (2015) the title relaunches with the same creative team and the hero now moving to San Francisco

DD: Road Warrior Infinite Comic (also known as DD 0.1) — Like all infinite comics this has a normal version but I'm a fan of the format and this one works well. If you read stuff digitally and choose infinite, make sure to turn off the blur or delay animation when changing pages in settings.

DD (V4) 1, 1.5-14 — 1.5 is a double-sized anniversary issue.

DD 15.1, 15-18 — 15.1 comes before 15. Nothing from 15 is spoiled.

See Also: Daredevil: Dark Nights 1-8 — This is a collection of unrelated arcs stuffed together. The first 3 issues are great, 4-5 are good and really fun.

If you have any questions feel free to reply in the notes, chat, or my asks

[ficsforfundota]

Tony’s Pack Part Three- Genders and Second Genders

Tony was pacing back and forth Bruce was looking over his blood work for gender results. Steve was busy doing an interview about what it was like to be the pack alpha of the Avengers. "Tony sit, are you ready."

"Steve should be here.."

"He told you to find out so you could surprise him. I'll even go shopping with you if you want. So are you ready to find out what your pups gender and second gender is?"

"I'm nervous.. honestly.. Bruce I don't know what to do if they're omega. We deal with insane people very very often, you've seen this." He pointed to his 'heart'. "I couldn't handle it if my puppy got hurt."

"We are your family, we will protect your pup no matter what."

Tony muttered to himself, he sat down and watched Bruce very closely. "Alright just tell me get it over with before I wait till I give birth."

"Your little bundle of joy is in fact omegan,"  Bruce smiled softly. "He is going to be just like his mother."

Tony grew silent, after a few minutes he finally opened his mouth. "Male omega.. like me?"

"Yes Tony, a male omega just like you." Bruce smirked. "Tony you're okay."

Tears started streaming down his face. "I.. I'm just nervous for my puppy... I'm excited really. Nervous as hell but that isn't anything new for me... just hope that my little puppy is going to be okay."

Bruce hugged Tony. "Really you don't need to worry. You know our pack will never allow anything bad to happen to your puppy." Tony nodded taking a deep breath. Bruce smirked, he hugged Tony for a few more minutes allowing the nervous omega to calm down. "How about we go shopping so you can tell Steve."

"Al..alright.." Tony sniffled before hugging Bruce one more time. Bruce smirked, the two headed out to one of the cars. Happy smiled ready to take them wherever they would like to go. "Happy, will you take us to a puppy supply?"

"Of course sir! I would be more than happy too, shopping for the little one early?"

"Actually planning on telling Steve their gender and second gender. Of course a lot of male omegas choose to transition to females so it may change as they grow, and of course if they just want to regardless they are mine and I will always love them." Bruce smirked as Tony delved into his love for the child that was only a month or two along.

Happy's eyes got big. "You're having a little boy? An omega boy?"

"Shit... you didn't hear that okay... not until Steve does."

"Of course sir. My lips are sealed." Happy hugged his omegan boss. Tony couldn't help but smile, he was getting sappy and he blamed it on his unborn but if he was being honest he was a big softy. He climbed into his seat and smiled as Bruce slid beside him.

"What should I get? Like a blue blanket an-."

"Boys don't always like blue." Bruce smirked. "How about you just find one of those onesies that says cutest little omega and tell him their bloodwork says male."

"That could work." Tony smirked taking a deep breath. He needed to calm down a little if he was being honest with himself. He was on edge and he knew it. He didn't know if he was going to be a good mother, hell he was hardly a good omega now. His upbringing had taught him to disapprove of his omegan ways, he was brought up as mainly beta except when he had to deal with his heats. Which he also wasn't taught to deal with properly. Now he was sitting in his car, with his own private driver, carrying Captain America/Loki's pup.

He was an omega, and he was doing what omegas did.

He just needed to remember that just because he was omega didn't mean he wasn't strong or worth being a member of the Avengers. He then had the realization that someone was going to notice him. He bit his lip unsure of what to do, he didn't want people to see him buy anything. He hadn't gone public about his pregnancy yet, he hadn't left the tower since his scent changed. "Happy," Tony began, "I need you to do something for me. I wasn't thinking..."

"Anything sir." Happy smiled.

"I wasn't thinking, no one knows I'm pregnant yet. Can you just go in, buy a newborn onesie that says cutest omega or Daddy's Little Omega.. something like that."

"Of course sir, when are you going to go public with that?"

"Haven't decided yet.. I need to figure it out.. thank you Happy.. I should have thought about it.."

He was thankful that his windows were blacked out. A few people knew who Happy was just from photos and news articles but he needed to get something for Steve. He didn't want to just tell Steve, he wanted it to be special. He already had a dinner ready for tonight on the rooftop of the tower. He needed to make it special. He would tell Loki when he could but Steve was his mate. He needed his mate to know before anyone else. He already made the mistake of telling Happy, so no one else could know.

Happy was quick, he got one of the onesies he was asked to get. He got in and got out without anyone raising an eyebrow. He smiled as he gave it to Tony. "Thank you Happy."

Tony looked over the onesie, it was a pale green with tan writing. Daddy's little Omega was sprawled across it. Tony couldn't help but smile at it, he shuttered at the material however and vowed his pup would not be wearing it ever. He would be buying from high end puppy supply stores. His pup would be treated the best, given anything they want.

Arriving back at the tower Tony made his way up to the rooftop, his dinner was practically finished being set up now. He sat down at the table the little onesie hidden away. As Steve entered the tower Jarvis began to speak. "Sir requests you at the top floor of the tower."

"Thank you Jarvis."

Steve made his way up the stairs and smiled seeing Tony waiting patiently. "How was the interview alpha?" Tony asked as he stood up with a smile, he hugged his alpha tight. Steve smiled kissing the top of his forehead.

"It was good 'mega," Steve smiled, "so, this special dinner means you have something to tell me."

"I do, I found out our puppies gender and second gender. Now which do you want to know first?" Tony asked curiously. If Steve had a tail it would be wagging.

"Oh 'mega I want to know both." He remarked trying not to act too eager. Tony snickered. "Come on just tell me."

"Alright alright, here." He pulled out the onesie and handed it to him. Steve looked it over.

Daddy's Little Omega.

"We are having an omega?" Steve asked his smile big. "I promise to protect them, promise it 'mega. I will lay down my life for our pup just as I would for you."

Tony blushed. "Oh Steve... you really know how to make me smile.." He blushed hard. "Our puppy is omegan, but they are a biologically male."

"We are having a son." Steve was over the moon.

Tony nodded happily. "But we will support them if they decided being female, or even gender neutral or if they want to use they/them pronouns is who they really are. Being a male omega is a weird experience. I know I am male, but I'm not like other males. Our puppy won't be either."

"They will be our child Tony, no mater who they are. They are ours, our puppy no matter what. I will do anything I need to do for our child. Our little Avenger."

Tony couldn't help but feel gratitude for his mate in that very moment. Tony had been worried about Steve's traditional upbringing, but Steve was nothing but welcoming and accepting. Tony leaned over the table and kissed him deeply. "Thank you Steve Rogers for being my mate."

"Your mate and our puppies father. Always Tony."

Tony blushed before kissing Steve once more.

He knew his puppy was going to have a wonderful life, get to be whoever they wanted to be. They would always be loved by their parents and have the best life Tony and Steve could give them.

Find the whole series here if you’re interested in keeping up with the series. >> https://archiveofourown.org/series/2958174

[buckybeardreams]

Sneak Peek of Tempting Ch 60!!

"Hey, do you trust me?"

"Of course, I do, but it's not that simple."

"I think it is," Bucky disagreed. "Just—Trust me, okay?"

Bruce swallowed, nodding, and even though he tensed when Bucky straddled him, he didn't object. He could feel Bucky hard against his hip, but Bucky didn't make any move to do anything about it. He didn't grind against him or anything, and Bruce breathed in a shaky breath, trying to relax.

Bucky hummed, his hands resting on Bruce's chest. He could feel the warmth radiating off him, even through his jacket. His eyes flicked up to Bruce's, and he smiled softly.

"I'm not gonna do anything, I promise. And if this is too much, you just lemme know, and I'll back off."

Bruce shook his head.

"No, it's—it's fine, really."

Bucky searched his eyes for a moment before nodding.

"Yeah, okay," Bucky murmured, reaching for Bruce's zipper.

Bruce could feel his heart racing in his chest, pounding against his ribs. Bucky watched him carefully as he slowly unzipped his jacket, slipping his hands inside and wrapping his arms around him, reveling in the warmth of his body heat. He sighed, snuggling closer, wanting to be wrapped up in his warmth.

"M'cold," Bucky mumbled, resting his head on his shoulder.

Bruce chuckled, wrapping his arms around him and tugging him even closer.

"I didn't think you'd be able to feel the cold with how much you drank."

"Didn't until I felt how warm you are," Bucky mumbled. "You're like a fucking furnace."

Bruce shook with laughter, one arm still wrapped around Bucky's waist, his other hand slipping into his hair and cradling his head to his shoulder.

"You're cute like this."

"Yeah? Am I bein' sweet now?"

Bruce snorted.

"Yeah, you're being sweet."

"Good," Bucky breathed out, turning his head slightly to bury his nose in Bruce's neck.

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This chapter is mostly Bruce/Bucky and it's just the cutest shit, I love them sm!!

[slayemall-burnitd0wn]

HEYLA’

Cerco disperatamente qualcuno con cui ruolare MARVEL, WWE e AEW. Se qualcuno ha voglia anche solo di parlare di uno di questi tre (non necessariamente tutti e tre) è tipo ben accetto 🥺🥺🥺✨💛 SONO TIPO GIORNI CHE CERCO QUALCUNO E NON RIESCO A TROVAR NESSUNO CIOE’ AIUTO MA SONO L’UNICA 🥺

[bagdaddyb]

We Should of Been Alt Ending

Pairing: Omega fem!reader x Alpha! Natasha

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI NSFW Angst. No happy ending for Natasha. Implied black reader but no characteristics ever described.

AN: This is what I originally envisioned for the previous request.

Original request

You were so beautiful. That's all Natasha could think everytime she saw you. Previous to your pressence she'd never even given an omega a second glance the desire to mate assumed to be trained out of her by the red room. But when Sam brought you to the compound one day everything changed. The visit was harmless you were an upcoming nuclear scientist with the dream of one day meeting and working with Bruce Banner and Sam was a cocky man out to claim the title of best cousin ever. You hadn't wasted time being star struck by the compound or the Avengers within walking through the building as if it was any other office. You didn't stop to greet the team only pausing a moment to hypothesize about Jarvis. Natasha's sure if she hadn't needed to deliver a paper to the lab she'd never even laid eyes on you, and what a crime that'd of been. Crossing the threshold she froze momentarily, your pressence not only a surprise but a distraction. Her eyes stuck on you taking in your features, your voice, your smile. Natasha couldn't remember the last time she felt heat in her cheeks or a nervous turn in her stomach. After she approached interrupting your conversation as politely as she could you merely smiled and said hello before turning back to the matter at hand. The warmth in her cheeks turned into a burn and her usually steady hands became clamy. Not long after you left that day Natasha couldn't hide her curiosity finding her way back down to the lab to ask Bruce just who you were exactly. It was a week before Natasha saw you again. You'd returned for Banner's opinions on your project having changed things according to his previous suggestions. You walked out of the elevator like you owned the building passing by the Alpha without even a second glance. Her eyes were glued to you warmth coming on in her cheeks as she watched you pass.

"Nat... Natasha!"

Clint yelled as Natasha's water began to overflowed onto the table in front of her. Snapping out of her trance she cursed under her breath moving to quickly clean up the area. She wants to meet you, needs too. Pacing the common room she the next day she contemplated how to approach you. Wondered what she should and would say in your presence. Would you even want to talk to her? Even give her the time?

"Excuse me."

Your familiar voice made Natasha freeze in her tracks. Her eyes glanced around the empty room before turning towards the noise. You stood there with a soft smile on your lips papers in hand and purse still on your shoulder. Warmth covered her face as she took you in and suddenly she was a nervous wreck.

"Y-yes *ehm* Yes ma'am, how can I help you?"

You smiled a little wider at her.

"No need for the ma'am, my name's (Y/N) I was wondering if I could get your help with something. I need not only a fresh perspective but also a guinea pig of sorts and Dr. Banner referred me to you."

She could kiss Bruce.

"Yes of course, what's the project?"

You laughed lightly visibly surprised by her answer.

"Wow I've never seen someone so eager to help another they don't even know. I honestly expected resistance considering the stories I've heard from my cousin but I'll chock that up to him being the head strong handful he is."

Natasha's blush deepened at how deep her crush is being thrown blatantly in her face.

"I am developing an anti-radiation suit that will absorb natural radiation in the air or body filter out the good and infuse the bad into a sort of blaster for the wearer. Dr. Banner mentioned that the design was something close to your widow bites so I was wondering if you'd take a look?"

While the question was more or less out of her grasp with Bruce and Tony having taken on the majority of her suit and weapon production Natasha still agreed unable to give up this opportunity to get to know you.

"Sure."

Over the next few months Natasha's first time crush grew to pure adoration. You were everything to the Alpha and the only person who didn't seem to know it was you. It was a simple Wednesday morning after lab runs on the suit. Natasha tried out the blaster and pretended to help with the calibration. Gripping her coat tightly due to nerves she turned back to you on her way out.

"Hey (Y/N) I know a great coffee place down the street, would you like to grab a cup with me?"

You looked up from your computer meeting soft eyes.

"I'd hate to take up more of your day than I already have. You go have a great time I promise the suit is almost done then you'll be free of my pestering."

Natasha fought back a grimace at your rejection. Again. Was she doing it wrong? She was sure she'd paid close attention to all of Clints advice.

"Have a great rest of your day then."

With that the red head turned and left retreating to the compound. Once there she immediately sought out Clint not knowing what else to do.

"I just don't get it. Am I asking wrong?"

The older alpha couldn't help the smile and soft chuckle as he watched the younger one pace. Thinking back to his younger days.

"No, a girl like (Y/N) is so caught up in her work she can miss the simple things right in front of her."

"Its true."

Sam tuned in from the kitchen, even he was feeling bad for the alpha.

"I bet (Y/N) doesn't even realize you're into her."

The red head let out a frustrated huff hands gripping her hair. Forget all this advice and subtly. Next week she was going to be blunt with you. While the red head was determined to make your next interaction work your cousin was not inclined to wait as long. The next day Sam strolled into your office unannounced not even knocking on the large door before entering despite the risk.

"And to what do I owe the pleasure?"

You said clearly displeazed with his abrupt entrance.

"I'm here to point out the obvious to the smartest girl I know."

That made you giggle turning to give him your full attention you cross your arms.

"And what might that be?"

"That a certain alpha who works with you once a week as your lab assistant is crushing on you something aweful."

You laughed audibly this time.

"Natasha? You're kidding. She only sees me as a colleague."

"She has asked you out; and I mean this literally, eight times. She asked you out yesterday for crying out loud. How can someone so smart be so oblivious?"

"No she...."

You pause truly thinking back on the moments Natasha'd invited you places. Remembering her nervous posture. Her let down face at your same response. Remembering how everytime your fingers brushed she blushed or how everytime you smiled at her she stared. She'd always been eager to help you with your project even from the beginning. Thinking on it even then she'd been a blushing mess right in front of you. Your eyes widen in sudden realization.

"Finally."

Sam announces as you raise your hand to cover your dropped jaw.

"Oh my gosh."

"Exactly."

Sam said and suddenly you felt a wave of anxiety wash over you.

"I never thought..... How could I of been...... And she always asked......"

You let go of a sigh rubbing your temples before standing abruptly.

"I have to go see her. She's such a sweetheart and I've been unknowingly rejecting her time and time again. I'm such a dope."

"You said it cousin."

You frown punching him in the arm causing him to flinch.

"Hey what the-"

"Just because I said it doesn't mean you agree dumbass."

The two of you continue to bicker like the siblings you basically were the entire ride to the compound. Your walk to the common room is quick asking Jarvis to summon Natasha to the area politely you think of what you should say. You feel heat in your cheeks due to pure embarrassment shaking your head at yourself.

"Hey (Y/N)."

Natasha's surprised voice rings in your ear and you turn and smile at her.

"Hey Natasha. Listen I want to start off by apologizing. For all my knowledge in science I can't seem to match it in social skills. Believe it or not I've been completely oblivious to your advances until just now I truly thought you only saw me as a co-worker but.... if that offer for coffee is still up in the air, I'd love to go out with you."

Natasha's whole face was on fire after your little speech. Unable to form words she quickly nodded before clearing her throat.

"Of course let me grab my coat."

It's only your sixth date when you go into heat. Natasha was the best. Caring, attentive, patient maybe that's what made you go into your heat a week early or maybe it was the ways her muscles flexed as she pulled herself out of the pool infront of you bending over your body to grab a towel from your shared stack causing your eyes to roam while you locked your bottom lip between your teeth but either way telltale signs of your heat began to flood your body. By the following day you'd fully succumbed keeping it to yourself in an attempt not to rush your new alpha you locked youself in your apartment letting your boss know before tossing and turning in your own bed. Natasha was happy no she was extatic, elated, floating. Words couldn't descibe how happy she's been this past month with you. She'd always imagined what it'd be like to have you as her partner but the reality of it was so much better. Pulling up to your lab with a budle of red roses riding the euphoria she's been feeling for days she couldn't believe how excited she was to see you. Smiling softly to herself as she made her way into the building she wasn't allowed to get far stopped quickly by the kind beta at the front desk.

"Ms. Romonoff! I'm sorry Dr. (Y/L/N) isn't in today."

An eyebrow rose on the Alpha but she nodded thanking the beta all the same. You hadn't mentioned you wouldn't be in, you were always in your lab. Beginning to worry she quickly dialed Bruce who luckily answered after only two rings.

"Hello?"

"Do you have a meeting today with (Y/N)?"

"No our meetings are usually Thursday but she actually just called this morning and cancelled this week."

"Thanks."

Now Natasha was panicking. If she'd been using her logical brain she probably would of been able to piece together why you suddenly weren't at work and cancelled on Bruce only this week. But she wasn't, the first person she's cared for on a deeper level since the red room suddenly disappearing only caused huge red flags to pop up in Natasha's mind. Rushing to your apartment that she shouldn't even know the location of she couldn't help the way her leg jumped nervously and how her hands uncomfortablly gripped the steering wheel.

Please be ok. Please be ok.

Natasha wasn't going to let anything happen to you, she couldn't. When she arrived at your apartment she didn't even bother with the flowers ignoring the elevator to take the steps two at a time. She made it to the fourth floor in record time heart bumping and short breaths coming out of her quickly. Drawing her weapon she knocked on the door three times before beginning a count down in her mind.

5....4....3....2....

You cracked open your door slowly, not expecting visitors and honestly not in a state for small talk. Your eyes doubled in size when you saw the red head on the other side while Natasha let go the loudest sigh of relief you've ever heard. Pushing past your door with ease she invites herself in wrapping you in a tight hug that clouded your thoughts entirely.

"I'm so glad your okay. I wanted to surprise you at work but you weren't there and Bruce told me you cancelled this week I thought the worst."

You weren't exactly sure what she meant by that but you didn't care your alpha was here. You took a deep breath in of her scent eyes dialating at the smell. Arms coming up to hold her close hand slipping into her hair. You wanted her, needed her.

"For someone so smart it's hard to believe you couldn't come up with a logical solution as to why me. An omega. Cancelled her plans for a week."

Suddenly Natasha noticed your strong scent in the apartment, your near naked appreance, the whimpers you kept letting go in her ear.

"I didn't say anything because I didn't want to rush this but you came to me anyway alpha."

Red flushed Natasha's cheeks as she began to strain against her pants. For a moment she felt stupid so easily pushed into a state of panic but that moment faded as your nails lightly scratched at her scalp pulling her attention back to you.

"My alpha."

Its was a whisper one you let go into her neck but a trigger for Natasha all the same. She needed you, wanted you, had to have you. You were hers and hers alone.

"My omega."

Natasha whispered back placing her nose against your scent gland as she kickes the door shut behind her. Something primal inside Natasha ached for you, she needed you closer. Her roaming hands gripped at you as yours did the same.

"Alpha. Alpha. Alpha."

You whisper taking in her pressence her feel. You've never had an alpha this close during your heat. Honestly you hadn't even considered this a moment that would happen to you. Never thought you'd find a mate like all your friends and family had.

"Mine."

Was all Natasha could respond. She backed you into your couch not romantic but in your collective states neither of you cared. You aren't sure how either of you stripped but you were aware of the drug like euphoria Natasha's skin on yours was giving you. Your hands couldn't stop moving rubbing, touching, and squeezing at every piece of Natasha you could reach. Natasha returned your touches in kind her soft lips pressing against every part of your body before pressing into your own. The kiss was feverish, needy. The contact was enough to make you moan into her mouth causing her length to harden painfully. Your body began to lift against Natasha's in search of friction.

"More."

You weren't sure what you wanted, what you needed more of. You just knew there was something missing.

"My beautiful little omega."

Natasha whispered against your lips moaning out as she began to run her member through your slick.

"Gonna make you my gorgeous mate, gonna fill you with my pup."

You nodded in eager response, nothing had ever seemed more right than this moment.

"Please."

Natasha begins to enter you slowly. Stretching you out in a way none of your dildos ever have. You moan loudly tightly grabbing the back of the red heads neck and pulling her into a seering kiss one she returns eagerly. The moment is all heat and skin. Natasha's hips pound into you on their own accord. Your eyes roll back signalling your first release but it isn't enough for Natasha. She continues her pace like a woman possessed and before you can comprehend your cumming again almost violently.

"Yes omega just like that."

Natasha takes you in, your gorgeous face, stomach full of her. She's going to make you a mother fill you with her pup. Her mate all hers. You feel the heat before you see her face. Natasha's release pushes you into a third of your own.

"My alpha."

You whisper again.

.......

The days that follow as Natasha falls out of her ruts haze she begins to doubt. Sitting on the quinjet on the way to Siberia she can't help but wonder if she's actually ready for this, even deserves it. She has red in her ledger, alot of it and a few months ago she wouldn't of even considered mating. With anyone. How could she be a mother? How could she be a mate? How could she be what you deserved? The week in the cold did nothing but push her further away from you taking her back to her days in the red room which then took her back to her dark past. She couldn't do this. Not with you, you would never live a full life, constantly on the move never safe never happy. You deserve more, more than Natasha can give you. Three weeks later upon her return you await with others on the landing pad. So excited you can't help but bounce the positive pregnancy test burning a whole in your pocket. You were nervous this was the first time you'd see your alpha since your heat and with big news as well but you shouldn't be she was your alpha. Yours. As the quinjet landed your heartbeat quickened to an alarming pace. You bounced on your toes eyes eagerly searching for the soft ones you'd come to dream of. Instead you were greeted by a different alpha though physically the same her body language was different she looked cut off, not meeting your eye. Her exterior seemed hardened. You approached her cautiously, you'd never been here after a mission not even for Sam but you were sure the emotional tole had to be high.

"Welcome back."

Your soft voice sent pain through Natasha. You being here meant what she was about to do was truly about to happen.

"I..."

"(Y/N) listen....."

In an instant you shut down. You should of known better.

"What happened the other night was a mistake. I was distracted by my rut and..."

You grip the pregnancy test in your pocket so tight you're surprised it doesn't break.

"No need to finish. I get it, I should of known better."

You say before walking off. You kept your head held high refusing to let Natasha see the tears you so badly wanted to let go. Your words only cut Natasha depper than her own already were. What had she just done?

.........

Four Years Later

Natasha tied her long red hair back in a loose ponytail as she walked out of her trailer saying a passing goodbye to her cat. The drive into town was long her dark thoughts able to creep up as the time passed on. Exiting her car she entered the grocery store. The trip being a necessity otherwise she wouldn't of bothered leaving her safe house. She went up and down the isles grabbing canned foods for both her and her cat. Items that were long lasting so that another trip like this wouldn't have to happen for months. As her eyes scanned the cans of beans the excited ramblings of a small girl another isle over caught her attention.

"Mommy mommy, can we get this?"

"Mmmh I don't know baby does this match?"

Natasha's ears perked as she heard the one voice she lost hope of ever hearing again. Quickly pushing her cart foreward she moved to the end of the isle to peek around. Could it really be you? Sure enough there you were a small girl in the cart in front of you as you looked at baby items. You glowed as you spoke to the child your familiar gorgeous smile overtaking your face.

"I think I like this one better."

You say to the girl as you hold up a blue cup.

"But dis ones pink."

You giggle at the girl as she pleads her case.

"Don't you think Isaiah would like blue to match his pacifier?"

"No."

You laugh audibly at that and Natasha feels her heart skip a beat.

"Okay baby, we'll get him the pink one."

As Natasha goes to push her cart foreward if only to talk to you one more time another alpha comes around the corner behind you approaching you with an infant.

"Alright I've brought back my clean baby for my pregnant baby."

You smile at the alpha behind you turning to greet them in a kiss before taking the small boy from the alphas arms.

"Mommy I want to see Isaiah!"

You hum as you come around the cart allowing Natasha to take note of your pregnant belly as you bend to let your toddler see your infant.

"He's so pretty mommy."

You kiss the girls head before nodding in agreement.

"Yes he is."

"What about me Avery am I pretty?"

You laugh at your partners antics as the toddler turns her attention to the alpha.

"No."

You visibly hold back your laugh as you come back around the cart to your alphas side rubbing their back lovingly.

"You're pretty to me love."

Your alphas displeased face quickly morphs into one of content as they meet your lips in a soft kiss.

"Thank you baby."

With that Natasha watches as you turn to leave with the family she could of had and the happiness she wishes she could feel. Wiping tears she didn't deserve to let fall she returns to her own shopping the question of what could of been haunting her today just as it'd done the last four years.

[comicwaren]

From Ultimate Invasion #003, “Through the Looking Glass”

Art by Bryan Hitch, Andrew Currie and Alex Sinclair

Written by Jonathan Hickman

[green-eyedfirework]

Dick thought he was imagining the hoofbeats at first.

He was alone on the dusty road, no one around to watch as he took limping, hobbling step after limping, hobbling step, his feet swollen and bloody.  No one to see the tears he couldn’t suppress any longer, stinging against the itchy, dried remains of the filth he’d been unable to wipe off.  No one to shout vile accusations at him, to hiss that he was a harlot, a traitor, a good-for-nothing omega whore.

Someone had snarled that he should’ve died with his parents, and that had cut worse than all the rest.

He didn’t show it.  Not to Sionis when the sadistic alpha read out his sentence, not to his leering guards as they escorted him naked through the city, not through the throngs of people Dick had spent years protecting as they spat at him.  And he wouldn’t show it now, when both crowds and guards had abandoned him to the stretch of empty forest road till the convent.

Just a little bit longer.  It was the prayer Dick repeated to himself, over and over, the only thing he could hold onto in the loss of everything else.  Just a little bit longer.

He could reach the convent.  He could.  He would deliver his baby—safely, it would be safely, even if Dick could feel the strain of walking settle deep into his spine, the desperate effort it took to draw breath under the glowering sun—and he would send them to their father.  They would be safe.  Dick would be safe—not happy, but safe, and maybe when Bruce’s temper had cooled, Dick could—Dick could—

Fresh tears pricked at his eyes at the thought of reconciling with the man Dick had treated like a father.  Fathers didn’t do this.  As angry as Bruce was, as disappointed, as betrayed—Dick had expected him to still hear him out.

Bruce had made his decision.  Dick was the only one fool enough not to heed it.

Just a little bit longer.

Dick scrubbed at his face again, brushing away the tears, and kept walking.  He had to keep walking.  He couldn’t stop.

Those hoofbeats were getting louder.  Closer.

Dick jerked his head up—still forcing one step in front of another, because if he stopped, he’d never keep going—and glanced warily around him.  There shouldn’t be bandits, not this close to the city, but Dick had clearly been excluded from information about city matters.

And Sionis, that self-serving piece of shit, wanted Dick dead and not just gone.

Just a little bit longer.

Dick’s hand grasped for a blade he no longer had as he forced himself to hobble forward.  The woods were right there, he could disappear inside—except there was no way he was climbing a tree in his state.  He was barely able to stay upright.  If he could—if he just—if he—

There was a massive dust cloud in the distance, growing bigger as hoofbeats thundered down the road.  That was no group of bandits, that was mounted cavalry, sun glinting off polished armor and neighing horses and a banner of black-and-orange.

Dick stopped walking.

He hardly noticed, gaze fixed on the heraldry, mouth dry as his thoughts fled, but he did notice when his knees gave out, leading to a stinging collision with the dry, packed earth.  By the time he lifted his gaze up again, the knights were close enough to make out the shining silver hair of the one in lead.

Just a little bit longer.

Dick stared at the ground.  He felt curiously detached from his body, everything—the sun beating down on him, the throbbing pain in his feet, his legs, his spine, the pounding headache and parched throat, the knot of pain winding tighter and harder around his heart—both too close and far away.  He was distantly aware of a shouted, “Halt!” as the hoofbeats slowed, and then stopped entirely, and the snorting breaths of a horse ridden hard as footsteps neared.

“Richard?” came the low, disgusted voice.

Dick hunched his shoulders tighter.  Just a little bit longer.  His heart was cracking underneath the strain.  Just a little bit longer.  He never should’ve stopped walking, because now he couldn’t get back up.  Just a little bit longer.  If Slade would even let him up.

He raised his head, squinting against the sun.  He could see nothing of Slade’s face, the man cast in shadow, but he could see his fists, clenched so tight they were vibrating.

In a flash, his vision was entirely obscured.  Dick thought he was blacking out for a half second before his vision returned and he realized he was wrapped in a cloak.  Slade’s cloak, smelling deeply of him and his absolutely incandescent fury.

Dick couldn’t breathe.  Part of him wanted to bury himself in the cloak and cry, and part wanted to get as far away from his mate as possible, and he couldn’t do both at the same time.  Couldn’t do either, actually, because strong arms bound his arms to his sides as they yanked him up, lifting him like he was nothing more than a sack of potatoes.

He felt like a sack of potatoes, his legs protesting virulently at the idea of being forced to bear his weight, but Dick wasn’t set on his feet.  Dick was passed to another set of arms with low, furious murmurs, before he was hoisted up—on the horse.  Dick blinked at the black stallion tossing its head impatiently.  Slade’s horse.

The arms around him tightened, his mate’s scent strong and smoky with rage.  Dick tried to speak—what was happening?  where were they going?  why did Slade return?—but nothing came out but an empty croak.

“Your Majesty,” one of the knights riding alongside them ventured as Slade snapped his reins.  “Perhaps it would be best to—”

Slade growled, so deep and vicious that Dick had to battle the urge to jump off the horse, and the knight flinched back and fell silent.  The fury was thick enough to choke on and Dick closed his eyes and struggled to breathe.

His mate was furious.  And no wonder, when Dick had promised him a kingdom and a crown that were never his to give.  With Bruce returned and the council defecting, Slade’s position in Gotham was tenuous.  Everything he’d won with a marriage had to be reconquered by war, lest the humiliation of loss damage his reputation.

Just a little bit longer.

Dick bit back the sob and gave up on the lie.

[thewritergremlin-rae]

Finding Your Forever Home

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Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Mutant!Reader (a little slice of Steve/Sam) Characters: Bucky, Reader, OFC, Steve, Sam Rating: E Words: 2,815 Content: 2nd person, omegaverse au, mute reader, AFAB reader, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), heat sex, unprotected sex (p in v), knotting Summary: Your heat is on its way so you take off to visit the only other member of your pack. Your Alpha, James.

Neither of you know what fate is getting ready to throw at you. Ao3: HERE Notes: Omegaverse AU. Post Winter Soldier - Bucky is running around keeping his distance and trying to remember himself.

The Avengers are a pack. This includes - A!Steve, A!Tony, BSam, B!Natasha, B!Clint, O!Bruce, Thor and Loki. Thor and Loki are not exactly omegaverse dynamics but we'll get into that in a later part.

Reader had their vocal chords removed but does not remember howhow/why/any of it.

I have so much world building I want to word vomit but this is it for now.

Banners by cafekitsune

You waved to grab Miss Jones’ attention as the kids filed out of their last class on a Friday afternoon, heading to the common area or their rooms for the free time they had before dinner. 

She smiled, looking happy but with an edge of exhaustion, like she was ready for the weekend. Even if she still had to help watch the kids, you knew from experience that weekend duty was easier than weekday teaching. “Do you need something, dear?” Miss Jones asked, soft voice carrying as she paused her tidying to give you her full attention. 

You typed out the words on your phone before showing her the note; ‘I’m heading to a friend’s place for the next few days, do you need anything?’

Miss Jones continued to smile, considering the question. “Hmmm, no, I think we’re set for the weekend. Are you going to be ok, though? Your heat is coming up.” 

Living in, essentially,  a mutant boarding school, the teachers needed to know when everyone’s heats and ruts fell, as far as possible, to avoid any accidental triggering of each other or dubious consent going on between teenagers. You had to admit, the teachers had a hell of a job in just doing that, never mind having to try to keep everyone’s powers under reasonable control and teach them all.

You nodded, face heating a little. Oh, your ‘friend’ would definitely help you with that. Kind of hard to explain, though, that you’d found an Alpha from your pack who didn’t want any paper trails leading back to him. 

Lacking the ability to physically speak was the least of your problems in explaining that one.

Miss Jones pinned you with a steady gaze, the moments ticking by before she chuckled softly. “Sometimes, I forget how all grown up you are now. But just keep us updated, alright?” You nodded and gave her a brief hug before grabbing your bag from the back of the class and heading towards the garage. 

Soon on your motorbike, you hit the road, enjoying the freedom of the ride. You parked in a familiar city car park, ducking into a bathroom to change out of your leathers. Still another 10 minutes to go until you reached James' place, winding through alleyways and shortcuts, avoiding main streets and their CCTV to reach the back of an apartment building. The fire exit loomed high above, but instead you directed the wind around you to lift you to James’ window. 

You knocked using the pattern you’d decided on during the last visit. The slight twitch of a curtain was the only indication of life in the apartment before James’ fingers unlocked the window and slid it open. You floated in, hearing him close and lock the window once more as you took your boots off and carefully set your socked feet on the thin carpet. 

You released a breath you’d been holding before James’ scent hit you and he wrapped you up in his arms - your feet leaving the floor again. 

You wrapped your arms around him, relaxing in his hold and tangling your fingers in his hair, stroking gently.

He buried his nose in your neck and breathed in deeply, a quiet groan escaping him. “Omega- You’re close,” he huffed, concern coming across gruff as he nipped your shoulder. 

You squirmed in his arms, knowing that his close proximity  had your heat speeding up. You pinched his shoulder and he carefully put you down. ‘Tomorrow’, you signed at him. He didn’t look entirely convinced but relented, crossing to the fridge. “Good thing I stocked up on food.” 

But his face twisted into disappointment when he glanced across at his poor excuse for a bed. You’d never complained about it, knowing the thin mattress stemmed from his inability to deal with anything too soft.. Already half a step ahead of him, you emerged from the cupboard with an armful of a blanket, a spare pillow, and some of his shirts. 

He chuckled softly. “Those were in the laundry basket for a reason, doll.” 

You shrugged, looking perfectly happy; that just meant they smelt more like him. You dumped them on the mattress and started to arrange them into a comfortable pile, nuzzling into them and drowning yourself in his scent. 

James watched from behind the kitchen island as he prepared snacks, food, and drink bottles. but mostly just watched you relax and get lost in your own preparation. Your scent became more relaxed and content with each passing moment. 

You sat down in your nest, wearing only underwear and a stolen Henley, tugging James’ pant leg and patting a space next to you. “I can come in?” You nodded and tugged on his metal hand. James shirked off his clothes until he was down to his boxers and joined you on the mattress. 

You crawled into his lap, sighing contentedly as his broad arms wrapped around you - one significantly warmer than the other. “How’s everything at the school, doll?” James murmured into your hair, nuzzling and inhaling your scent. 

‘Fine, just got a couple of new kids arrived, one with telekinesis and one who can make ice-cream. She eats in class a lot.’ A few short breaths escaped you, laughing after showing him the notes app on your phone. 

“Some mutants have interesting powers, huh?” James asked. Not all mutant powers were necessarily useful. “But that must be great for a kid.” 

‘So long as she doesn’t make herself sick with it.’ You typed. ‘Or all the other kids.’ James’ warm hand settled on your back, rubbing warm, slow circles. 

“Yeah, she’ll be popular at parties, that’s for sure. Any kid would wanna invite a kid who can make ice-cream.” You nodded and put your phone away before beginning to push and tug at him. Always he easiest way to manipulate his body into what you wanted and you knew you could only do it because he allowed it. You laid on top of him and nuzzled into him, stomach fluttering with pleasure. 

Your heat was close, phantom pains warning of the cramps due to set in, but being buried in his scent after the absence of it was driving you insane. 

James’ hands drifted up and down your sides, squeezing and stroking as he buried his nose back against you. “Missed you,” he whispered, words barely audible despite the silence of the room. You nodded into his chest. Missed you too, you wanted to say, but all you could do was show him with your actions. You placed a delicate kiss over his heart, nuzzling and settling there. 

His arms squeezed gently as you buried yourself in your little bubble that smelt of James and home. 

You woke with a groan at the ache that had settled in your gut. James’ hand felt warm, already stroking absently, though you felt pretty sure he was still asleep. You tugged a blanket closer, nuzzling into the soft texture and breathing deeply.

Your mouth opened on a silent yelp as James dragged you closer. “Morning, omega.” he rumbled sleepily, nuzzling into your neck and kissing lightly along the gnarl of scars that served as the only hint of your muteness. He pawed at your stomach, rubbing soothing circles that eased the cramps and lit your nerves on fire.

Your breaths left you in heavy pants, James familiar with all the minute changes in your body. You never knew quite how, but he seemed to hear every hitch of breath no matter how silent, notice every change in temperature when your body burned for him. And, most frustratingly, knew right when you teetered on the cliff edge of an orgasm. 

But in your heats, he showed you mercy and took orgasm after orgasm until you were too exhausted to keep even one eye open. 

“Take these off, doll, you’re not gonna need them til your heat is over,” he breathed , plucking at the waistbands that already hung low on your hips. You wriggled out of them as fast as possible, the feel of the fabric only irritating the heat beneath your skin.

James caught your wrist before you tossed everything aside and dragged your clothes up to his nose. You shuddered at the deep rumble that made its way through his chest. “Fuck, doll-” He tore your clothes from your hand and tossed them aside before your back hit the mattress. He knelt on the bed, dragging you closer, your hips settling in his lap before he tugged your legs over his shoulders.

He ducked down, his warm mouth sealing hot over your clit, sucking and teasing with his tongue as his strong hands clamped over your thighs to hold you against him. Your mouth fell open in pleasure while he ravished you, sucking on your clit before his tongue licked slow paths from your cunt back to the sensitive bundle of nerves.

You squirmed to no effect but your breath hitched and caught on each desperate gulp of air to fill your lungs as your brain only grew fuzzier with pleasure. 

Your fists clenched, eyes snapping open as pleasure suddenly consumed you and your first orgasm washed over you, James’ moans vibrating through your core as you soaked him with your orgasm and the extra slick your body would need for the heat. 

Something between a groan and a growl escaped James as he licked you into a second orgasm that had you squirming and sensitive, pinching his thigh when it became too much. 

“Need to be inside you, doll.” He eased your lower half down and pushed you onto your front. You started to lift your ass, trying to get your knees beneath you but a warm hand settled on your lower back. “Not yet, jus-just stay like this-” James pushed your thighs a little wider before the heat of him engulfed your back and you could feel his thick cock filling you up. 

Home, home, home. The voice in your head chanted as he nuzzled into the back of your neck, sniffing and scenting enough to have your pussy clenching around him. You tapped the bed with your hand in a sequence that was the equivalent to a long, whiny ‘Alphaaaa’ before you signed ‘home’. 

James growled and rolled his hips, grunting and groaning into your ear. “Yeah, omega, home. Fuck- you feel so good. Almost forget how good every time.” He nipped the back of your neck, claiming you with a few harder thrusts that had your body shaking again in desperation. “Dunno how I let this sweet pussy go every time.” 

You were having similar thoughts about his cock and the knot you could feel just teasing at the entrance of your pussy. If you could just tilt your hips a little… Your eyes practically rolled back as the angle brought him deeper, James grunting and groaning above you until you felt the pressure of his knot and the relief when it pushed past your muscles.

Your body squeezed hard and desperate as you were pushed over the knife edge of pleasure, his cock hitting the perfect spot with each rut as he soon emptied himself inside you. Hot, thick ropes of cum filled you up and you couldn’t tell if you came again or if the last one had just continued for  that long. 

A heavy breath escaped as you sunk into the mattress, not caring about his weight on top of you. It felt perfect and his hands rubbed along your arms, twining your fingers with his. James didn’t always talk much but you didn’t need it when you could feel him, could hear him snuffling and kissing any skin he could reach.

It would take a while for his knot to go down but his cock stayed hard inside you. You’d never had anyone to ask about that; an Alpha’s knot was supposed to keep you two locked together but James always remained hard. He let you rest and calm a little before he whined and started rocking his hips again. 

Then he got more talkative and filthy. He nipped at your ear, claiming your attention, as if anyone else could right now. “So hot, so pretty, ‘mega. Wanna - hnn - stay inside you all heat. Fill you so much you can see it.” 

You shuddered hard as he moved, trying to move with him, but he hushed you gently. “Shh, shh, just relax. Just relax, I got ya.” His knees slid below the two of you, his hands finding your hips, claiming a few vigorous pumps of his cock before his hands found your soft belly. 

Pleasure lit up your spine like a highway, a huffed groan slipping past James’ lips as your delicious walls squeezed around his fat cock. “Gonna give you all my cum, omega. Will that make you happy?” You nodded furiously, managing to rock back a little to pull him deeper; even if there was no deeper to go, you needed it. 

James rolled his hips, starting a slow but steady pace. He held you tightly, pinning you, to claim and touch all those sensitive places inside you he’d already claimed once. He groaned out a curse, hips slapping harder against your skin as neediness and desperation claimed his actions once more. Soft growls and snarls echoing above you as he chased that second release and filled you up once more with his seed. 

He settled that time, placing gentle, loving touches to every part of you he could reach. He could smell your satisfaction, for now, and let that warm the both of you as his cock softened but his knot kept you firmly connected. 

You knew once it started to deflate that you’d be desperate for him but for now you could enjoy the satisfaction just a little longer.

You returned to the school with a bounce in your step. Sure, it would be another week or so before you could see James again, but he’d left you feeling so warmed and cared for that you still floated on cloud nine. 

Huh.

You circled an unfamiliar car in the garage, not seeing anything untoward, before heading inside. You padded through the building, looking around for Miss Jones to let her know you’d made it home. A light shone beneath her office door so you knocked and waited. The soft sound of conversation stopped and the door opened, Miss Jones peering out.

“Oh good, you made it home ok!” She gave you a quick hug before raising an eyebrow. “Friend, hmm?” Miss Jones teased and you flushed but she only continued to smile. “Make sure you have something to eat before you go to bed. We have a couple of guests here for some lectures. I’ll introduce you in the morning.” 

Curious about the guests, food and cleanliness called your name far more insistently, so you gave a nod and a wave goodbye and drifted off.

Miss Jones watched you go before closing the office door again. “Sorry about that, gentlemen! So your room will be in this area of the school, this area is for omegas only - there are signs on the door so don’t worry about accidentally wandering in.” 

“Sure, thanks!” Sam smiled at her but turned to Steve, who hadn’t said anything. He seemed lost in thought, staring at the closed office door. Or more like trying to look right through it. Laser vision was not a super soldier power, right? “Hey. Steve?” 

He jumped a little when Sam’s waving hand tore him from his head, the room coming back into focus. Good thing Steve knew how to be mindlessly polite. “Yeah, great, thank you.” 

Miss Jones was kind enough not to say anything as she led them from her office over to the room they’d be staying in until they headed back to the States. 

Sam said goodbye to her, Steve clearly just going through the motions. “What’s going on with you?” he finally asked when the door had clicked shut and the two were left to their own devices. 

“The omega that knocked on the door…” Steve murmured. There had been something familiar about the scent. He hadn’t been able to tell if it was the omega or someone else's scent on them but it tugged desperately at something he couldn’t place. “Their scent was kind of familiar but I…” Steve shook his head and sank down onto the bed. “I don’t know, I’m probably just tired.” 

Sam nodded and squeezed his shoulder. “It sounds like they live here so we’ll get a chance to meet them, might jog that old memory of yours.” He gave Steve’s head a nudge, and got a gentle hit on his leg in reply. “And we’ll find Barnes,” Sam assured him, cupping his cheek. 

Steve pressed into the touch and breathed in Sam’s calming scent. “Yeah.” Some day. 

He hoped.