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Twisted Bonds - Part 6

Word Count: 4,191

Warnings: language, drinking/being drunk, mutual pining

A.N.: Wow, so I know this part is so long but I just couldn't stop! Also, I'm working on an actual Masterlist for my other fics and drabbles I've posted. BTW, I'm cross-posting this on A03 so let me know if you want the link for it. Okay, I think I'm done now. Thank you for the likes, comments& reblogs!! Ya'll are the best!!!!

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“What the…” Alice trails off, the pretzel stick that was precariously perched between her teeth fell unceremoniously to the desk as she stared at her computer screen. “Stark tech this, Stark tech that. Blech!” She mumbled and wrote a few things down before forcing the device to restart again. This was the third time this morning that the “new and improved” computer Tony provided to her needed to be restarted because of its seemingly habitual freezing habit. She was already tired from not getting a full night’s sleep and now she’s frustrated beyond belief.

“What’s the word, little bird?” Sam asks as he leans against the doorframe.

“Have I ever told you how much I hate that nickname? It doesn’t even make sense.” Alice grumbles and starts dusting crumbs off the desk.

“Yes, which is exactly why I keep using it.” He chuckles and walks further in the room. “Whatcha working on?”

“I’m trying to get the intel Stark asked for about this potential threat but his damn computer keeps freezing up on me anytime I open more than one program.”

“Sounds about right. Genius tech guy but a simple computer is a challenge.”

“I swear he did it on purpose just so I’d have to track him down and be stuck around him.”

“Are you complaining?” Sam teases, “what’s wrong? You had only one Alpha fawning over you this morning?”

“That’s not funny.” Alice snaps back which causes Sam to laugh.

“It is, you’re just too close to the situation to appreciate it.” She rolls her eyes and focuses on the screen again. Sam silently chuckles and continues talking, totally unbothered by the death glare Alice attempts when he speaks. “In other news, Stark is having a party tonight. All Avengers are required to attend.”

“Cool, you guys have fun.”

“Wrong! You’re an Avenger now too, you’re going.”

“I’m an analyst not an Avenger.”

“You’re working a case with us that makes you an Avenger temporarily, and before you start trying to get out of it: Nat has a dress you can borrow, Wanda offered to do your hair, Tony has you on the guest list and I’m assigning myself as your escort for the night.” Alice stares at him in disbelief as he throws out every single complaint or excuse she could muster up. “You’re going. No complaints.”

“Fine, but the dress better not be flashy or show anything off and I get at least one drink.”

“Ooooh, you drive such a hard bargain… you can drink as much as you want because the dress will probably show off more than you’d like.” Sam says with a knowing smirk before spinning and rushing out of the room.

“Sam? Sam! What does that mean Sam?!” Alice yells after him in a slightly panicked voice. She plops back down in her plush office chair and drops her head in her hands with a groan. “Do they ever actually work? This place is like a damn frat house half the time…” She glances up at the computer screen and sighs, “this is going to be a long night.”

A few hours later Alice had abandoned her office with a promise from Tony that her computer would be fixed by morning. She was trying her hardest to sneak through the living room to go take a nap and hopefully avoid everyone else. It was a nice thought that was thrown out the huge bay windows when a super soldier spoke up. “They forcing you to dress up tonight, too?”

Alice freezes mid-step and looks at Bucky. “Yeah, you?”

“Yep. Suit jacket and everything.”

“Natasha picked out my dress.” It was strange how the conversation was so casual after two weeks of avoiding each other and Bucky only talking to her when totally necessary.

“Oh, that’ll work out for you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing. ‘M sure you’ll look great.” Bucky mumbles before turning his attention back to the windows and the cityscape outside. What Bucky meant to say was that she could show up in a burlap sack and she’d still be the most mouthwatering, gorgeous thing on the planet. Alice of course took offence to the comment, huffed and continued her stealthy mission upstairs. After that she was even more desperate for a nap but again, the universe had other plans for her.

“Please tell me you washed your hair this morning?” Wanda asks as soon as Alice steps in her den.

“OH, COME ON!” Alice groans loudly. “If it’s not one of them it’s one of you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Natasha chuckles and sits up on the loveseat in the corner of the room. “It means that the Alpha males around here are getting to be too much for our favorite analyst.”

“Do either of you know how to knock? Or at least wait outside?”

“Why? You don’t have a nest or anything.” Wanda huffs.

“Not really the point. This is still my den. My space.” Alice explains and kicks off her shoes before crawling into her bed. She starts shoving the few pillows and blankets she has around, almost like she’s looking for something. “The one place in the entire compound Alphas can’t get to me unless I ask them to.”

“How well is that working out for you?” Nat asks with amusement.

“Was working out fine until now apparently.” She mumbles back. After a moment Alice resorts to tossing the soft materials out of the bed, still in search of something. “Do you guys smell that? Smells like oil and leather.”

Nat and Wanda exchange a glance then smirk. “So, it smells like Bucky?” Wanda finally asks. “Why would anything in here smell like him?” Alice sighs and dramatically falls back to the mattress causing the others to laugh and move to hover over her. “So… you’re deciding already, huh?”

“No, I’m not deciding anything. I’m here to work, not to find a mate.”

“Right, right, but you’re the only one that can smell Bucky in here at all. Which is weird considering how much time you’ve been spending with Steve.”

“Don’t start, Nat. I have enough going on right now without having two alphas absentmindedly fighting over me.”

“Mutual pining and love triangle.” Wanda teases in a sing-song voice. Nat and Alice both glare at her. “What? They’re classic tropes.”

“I’m not pinning and I’m non in a love triangle.”

“If you say so but between you and me? Bucky likes you.”

“And Steve takes care of you.” Nat adds.

“I’m not here to find a mate.”

“Maybe not, but two potential mates found you.” Nat chuckles and bends down to pull Alice off the mattress. "C'mon, we've gotta get you ready for your big debut."

"It's not a debut."

"It totally is." Wanda laughs as they usher her into the bathroom. "Alright, we're gonna see about getting this mess under control, then worry about make-up, then we'll get you dressed."

Alice glanced at the dress hanging on the back of her bathroom door. It's a gold sequin dress with a U-shaped neckline, if you look a little closer it's similar to the one Taylor Swift wore for Fearless. She smiled a little and let herself be guided to the edge of the tub to sit and give Wanda room to work on her hair. Wanda grumbles as she brushes out the knots and tangles and Nat got started on her make-up.

After a while and a short debacle about Alice's preference for inner corner versus Nat's love for a cat eye, which Nat ultimately won, she was staring at herself in the mirror. The golden dress hugged Alice's tiny curves almost perfectly, strands of fringe cascaded from the fabric making her look like a doll shaped bar of gold. Her loose curls were tamed down and pulled into a twisted half up, her dark bangs framing her face and eyes, the whole thing adorned with a sunflower hair clip. Now, it should have been obvious at this point that Natasha and Wanda were playing their own game of matchmaker but Alice stayed oblivious. A small smile continued to tug the corner of her lips, she looked like a real Omega for once in her life. Her natural beauty highlighted by Natasha's makeup skills and Wanda's special gift for haircare. She wasn't sure how long she'd been standing there staring at herself before the girls dragged her away to the party. She walked in behind them and went on edge feeling open, exposed and vulnerable without the usual comfort of a chunky cardigan.

To say she drew attention would be an understatement. As the group brisked through the crowd Alice was far too aware of the unusual amount of Alphas staring at her like she was a piece of meat on display for them. Bucky however didn't see it that way. To him, she was a gorgeous drop of sunshine put on the planet just for him. The sight of any other Alpha even glancing her way was almost enough to set him off on a rampage. He fought hard against his instincts to stay put next to Steve, reminding himself again that she wasn't his. Bucky's swirling territorial tendencies didn't calm down until he saw Sam walk over and put his hand on Alice's back to lead her through the crowd. He didn't see the Beta as a threat and he already knew Sam took it upon himself to look after Alice for the night. It was a short lived relief when he realized that Sam guided her to the bar.

Omegas didn't usually drink, Alice was no exception. She didn't like beer or wine, claiming both carry an odd flavor no matter which brand or type. She would usually opt to have an occasional mixed drink or nothing at all. Bucky already knew that, hence his growing irritation when she was handed a glass with a swirling pink drink topped with a few strawberry slices. Of course she'd go for something sickly sweet to match her well-hidden personality.

Bucky's eyes tracked her every move through the crowd. His jaw clenched and lips pressed in a thin line. He ignored the group around him as they laughed and joked. Bucky watched Alice like his life depended on it. Okay, maybe not his life but quite possibly his rut judging by the growing ache between his legs.

She looked even more beautiful than usual and he was convinced that the last bits of his mind were in jeopardy by the time Sam had directed her over to the group of Avengers. She stood next to him, almost pressed to his side as she quietly sipped her drink. Alice's eyes flickered up to his for a moment then back to Natasha and Clint. For once, she was thankful for his close proximity. She could subtly take in plenty of his scent and calm her nerves as much as she needed. Bucky's unique mix of Oil and thunderstorms started to be tainted with apple pie and seawater as Steve moved to stand on her other side. Both scents were comforting but in different ways. Steve reminded her of an overprotective older brother meanwhile Bucky's was a scent that she wanted to burrow in. She subtly shifted closer to Bucky, brushing back against him slightly. Bucky's entire being went on alert, his Alpha hindbrain trying to take over: Mine. He shook his head and the thought away and forced himself to focus on the conversation around him.

"I've said it once and I'll say it again; we remember Budapest very differently." Clint says with a laugh while Nat rolled her eyes. Bucky noticed that something about that peeked Alice's interest. She slowly lowered her glass from her lips and looked at the pair expectantly.

"What's going through your head, Lil Bit?" Bucky asked, nudging her lightly.

"The files on their Budapest mission are mostly redacted."

"Okay?"

"Nobody but them know the whole story and they each have different accounts for what happened."

"And that's interesting to you?" He raised an eyebrow at her.

"Yeah, I guess it is..." She answers sheepishly. "Not to sound like a creep or anything but I kind of looked into everyone a bit when I got the job. I just wanted to know what I had gotten myself into before I started."

That didn't surprise Bucky as much as it should have. Nearly everyone knew about the Avengers, or the cliff notes version of them at least. Alice was just fortunate to have the clearance and resources available to do find a bit more information than what an average Google search would allow. If anything, he was pleased that she had the foresight to not take this job on totally blind at least that was until he realized that meant that she probably knew his past as well. His chronic self doubt kicked in again and he took a micro step back, his carefully built walls starting to rebuild again.

"So, you know about the Soldier?" He asked in a timid voice that caught Alice off guard. Apparently even the great Bucky Barnes was capable of feeling something.

"I read a few things." She admits, "then I sealed your file."

Now it was Bucky's turn to be off guard. "You did what?"

"I sealed it. Tony, Steve, Fury and I are the only ones with the clearance to open it."

"Why?"

Alice set her drink down on the high-top table in front of them before turning to look at him fully. She tilted her head back just enough for him to see the genuine look of care and concern in her eyes. "You've been exploited enough for one lifetime. I know it doesn't make sense, honestly it didn't make sense to me when I did it but I wanted to make sure that nobody could ever use that against you again. The only information anybody can access about you is the basics. A short bio, specs on your arm, and a limited medical history."

Bucky was sure that his heart was going to bust through his ribcage, jump out of his chest and nestle itself in her hands. He wasn't used to people taking that kind of protective approach to his past, even Steve. He was used to people finding out his name and instantly start shaking in their boots. Not Alice. When he thought back on it, she only ever acted scared of him once when they first met and in her defense, he sort of forced that reaction from her. Now, after only a couple of weeks, he felt guilty for even trying to push her away but he also felt guilty for wanting her as badly as he does.

"You're not upset are you? I can put it back the way it was if you want. I ju-"

"Don't you ever think I'm ever upset with you, Lil Bit." He cuts her off, his flesh hand reaching up to push a stray hair from her eyes. It's a soft, gentle motion but one that send butterflies fluttering in her stomach. "Thank you. I literally can't tell you how much that means to me."

"You deserve a clean slate. I would've done it for anyone."

He smirks a little, his hand still hovering over her cheek. "Yea? You'd wipe our good Cap's slate too?"

"Maybe. If he did something worth hiding at least." She teases back.

"Who did something worth hiding?" Sam asks, placing another drink in Alice's hand. The grating sound of his friend's voice makes Bucky drop his hand and an almost guilty look to take residence on his face.

"Nobody." She giggles and sips her drink. "We were talking hypotheticals."

"Oh, fun. You got a minute? I want to introduce you to some of our mission coordinators."

Alice glances at Bucky for a moment before taking Sam's arm and following him across the room. For the next hour and a half, Bucky watched longingly as Alice was led around the party by Sam. His adoration for her never faltering but giving way to annoyance then anger as Sam placed drink after drink in her hands until she was a stumbling mess. Her perfectly placed hair was starting to fall slightly and she had to lean against Sam to stay upright. He glanced at Steve, expecting him to be just as pissed about it only to find him oblivious to the situation while he flirts with Sharon. That again had Bucky almost raging. He never considered himself the king of morals but Steve put himself in charge of the Omega; he should be acting like it.

The pop music that was previously blasting from the speakers overhead gave way to the opening jazzy tune to Polka-dots and Moonbeams by Tommy Dorsey and Frank Sinatra. The song wasn't out when Bucky was a young man in the 1940s but it had a similar vibe and he genuinely enjoyed it. He could tell that apparently Alice did too, judging by her excited expression as Sam led her to the dance floor. Tony, Pepper, and Peter watched from the corner of the room while the super soldier made his way to the pair and tapped Sam on the shoulder.

"Training stuff." Bucky gruffed out when Sam turned to look at him, his eyes never leaving Alice's smile. A smile of his own graced Sam's face as he ceded to the Alpha. He knew what was up, no matter what excuse he was going to use.

Bucky mustered up some charm and courage he had hidden away as he took Alice's hand in his own and pulled her close. "This hand doesn't leave mine." He said and moved her other to rest on his shoulder. "And this one stays here. Got me, Lil Bit?"

"Got it, Bucky." Alice breathes out when he gently places his metal hand on her waist. She drunkenly smiles up at him. The rhythm of the song guides their movements to a gentle sway. Their eyes locked onto each other, the contact never breaking. It's said that music connects souls to each other and in this case that opinion is proven to be fact.

Alice and Bucky swayed in a carefully constructed bubble just big enough for the pair, unaware or uncaring of the eyes watching their every move as a bond of some sort formed between them. They weren't strangers. They weren't Mates. They weren't even friends, but a bond had formed nonetheless. Any annoyance or anger Bucky had melted away as the comforting scent of vanilla, lavender and coffee wafted in his nose. Any fear or insecurity Alice harbored was taken from her when Bucky guided her head to rest on his shoulder.

"Trust in your partner, right?" He murmured just loud enough for Alice to hear but no one else. This was their moment and he'd be dead before anyone took it from him.

"We're not partners, remember?" She slurred in response.

"Maybe not, but you're still my Lil Bit." Bucky says with a small smile that's so genuine even he can't believe it. The confession makes Alice's heart flutter. She purrs a little and leans against Bucky more; between the day's stress, the alcohol and the late night, she was exhausted. "All tuckered out, Omega?"

"Mhm, starting to." She mumbles and nuzzles her cheek against his shoulder.

Bucky smiles again and wraps his arm tighter around and starts to lead her off the dance floor. "C'mon, Lil Bit. Let's get you to bed."

Not even five minutes later Bucky was struggling through the door of his suite with Alice tucked against his chest, her pretty face nuzzled against his neck. He's fairly certain she's half asleep as he walks closer to his bed, trying to work out how to climb down without disturbing her. He kicks his boots off and nudges them to the side, jostling Alice a little. She giggles and pulls her head away to look around.

"This isn't my den." She slurs sleepily.

"You have security protocols in place. I wouldn't be able to get in and you aren't in the right mind to argue with F.R.I.D.A.Y.." He answers, slowly lowering to sit on the ledge of his bed. He looks down at his carefully constructed nest and a wave of anxiousness hits him. How is she going to react to this? Will she even notice? If she does, is she going to freak out? Maybe she'll take it as the grand gesture he means it to be and she'll reward him by taking care of the growing problem in his dress slacks. Nope. Can't go for that right now, she's drunk.

"Aww, it's so cute!" Alice coos and slips out of his lap and to the pile of blankets just below them. She crawls over and picks up the stuffed bunny he'd perfectly placed just for her. "Who's this little guy?"

Bucky bites his lip and slides down into the nest with her. Yes, this- THIS is right. My bed. My nest. My Omega. Mine. "He doesn't have a name."

"Why not?"

"Don't have an Omega to worry about that... technically." He mumbles the last bit under his breath.

"Then why'd you build a nest?" Alice asks, stroking her fingers over the bunny's ears.

"Just because I don't have an Omega officially doesn't mean I don't have my eyes on one." He says, laying down on his side. He's careful to keep space between them but he's still close enough to reach out and rest his hand on her side. With Alice now safely tucked away in the solitude of his room Bucky was finally comfortable enough to open up with her. He'd decided from the moment she put her hand in his earlier that he was going to admit his feelings to her. He didn't care if she would remember it in the morning or not. He had to get the words out.

"Who's the lucky girl?" Alice asks, her wide eyes focusing on Bucky again.

He smirks a little. "Depends, what do you think about my nest?"

"Why're you asking me?"

"I'd like an opinion from an Omega before I take my chances here."

Alice smiles again and looks around the nest. Bright, vibrant colored blankets surrounded her, paired perfectly with soft, plush pillows. The fabrics are a little disheveled from the pair nestles down but still mostly in place. Her fingers continue their soft strokes on the stuffie in her hands as she speaks. "It's nice. Comfy. She'll be happy."

The somber response wasn't quite what Bucky was looking for but it did stroke his ego just enough to feel emboldened to pull her closer. She smelled so sweet and it went straight to his groin. "Glad you like it, 'Mega."

Alice lays down next to him. She wasn't sure why, but it felt right. "When are you going to show it to her?"

The question causes Bucky to pause for a moment. "I already did."

She smiles again and wiggles around to get closer to him. Her emerald eyes practically shined in the dark as she gave him a hopeful look before leaning in. She wasn't sure if it was her real feelings, her instincts or the alcohol but before she knew it she was pressing her slightly chapped lips to his soft ones.

Noble intentions, Bucky. Don't fuck this up. Bucky reminded himself as his metal hand tentatively reached up and tangled in her hair, keeping her lips to his. Alice's hands abandoned the bunny in favor of trailing them up his chest. Her fingers curled into his shirt at his shoulders. Bucky's flesh hand snaked underneath her and wrapped around her waist. The kiss had started off slow and gentle but was quickly turning more feral with each shared breath. He knew the moment she started grinding against him that he had to break the kiss before he crossed a line. Consent is key and he won't take advantage of her in this condition.

"You're drunk Lil Bit." He husked out, pulling away just enough to look at the little Omega in his arms. She could only respond with a soft whine as she tried to kiss him again but he turned his head to the side. "Can't do it, babydoll. Not tonight... Just let me hold you."

He wasn't sure how he managed to convince Alice to settle down again but he did. A short while later, she was laying across his chest. Her head right over his pounding heart with a sleepy smile on her face. The shimmery gold dress she wore looked uncomfortable and that wouldn't do. He eventually changed her into his Red Henley, but only after he was sure she was totally asleep. She was too precious to wake up right now. He smiled to himself as he nuzzled his face against her neck, letting the scent of vanilla, lavender and honey lull him to a peaceful sleep.

This is bliss, and he was in love.

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frankthesnek · 1 year ago

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✨️ New Story ✨️

Animal I Have Become (rated E)

Stony (Tony Stark/Steve Rogers)

a/b/o dynamics, rutting, rough sex, shsmless smut

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Stony Bingo space N3: Bullet wounds. @cap-ironman

Being injured and stranded behind enemy lines is pretty much old news for Tony and Steve at this point. However, this time it comes with a twist—Steve's injuries send him into rut. When Tony refuses to abandon his friend there's only one way things can play out.

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purpleicedteas · 1 year ago

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Practice

by purpleicedteas

“I'm ready, too, Stevie. I just think—” Bucky sighed, a mischievous look in his eyes. “I just think we should practice.” Steve blinked. “Practice.” “Yeah. For pups. It takes some couples several cycles, so if we want to get pregnant, we need to be ready for next week.” Steve’s cheeks flushed. “Right.” “Wouldn’t want to waste a round, right?” “Right.”

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Thank you to @buckybarnesevents for putting up such a wonderful event! The NYE Masquerade was so fun. Thank you for getting me out of a writing slump.

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bloodycassian · 2 years ago

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Long walk home. Reader x bucky barnes ABO SMUT - 18+ DNI IFI YOU’RE NOT 18+

Living alone meant dining alone. And on the long days after work when you didn’t feel like cooking, that also meant finding the best takeout on your own.

Even if you were in heat. It wasn’t like anyone else would be able to get it for you. And you didn’t trust a random delivery person to not beat down your door once they smelled the pheromones that leaked from your door like a bakery.

So you stashed your knife in your front pocket and hurried your way though the streets as nonchalantly as you could. The friction of the seam in your pants was not helping your scent, but thankfully, among the crowd most of the betas couldn't’ tell exactly who the smell came from. Most gave curious glances around, only a few adjusted their positioning while they stood waiting for the crosswalk.

You dashed inside the cramped restaurant and grabbed your order, sitting atop the counter. When you turned, you nearly crushed it into the man waiting in line behind you. “Oh I’m-” You

His throat bobbed, his eyes dark when they met yours. “Do you ahh.. need help with anything?” He asked, as if unsure of his own words. His hair was recently cut, only the font showing the slight curl of the pattern. His boxy face and sweet eyes made your stomach flip, and as you opened your mouth you noticed his hand.

His very shiny hand, that led to a shiny forearm, then bicep. “Shit-” You breathed, unable to smell your food any longer. All your senses had been taken up by him. The way his soap melded with the very male, very alpha scent of him. It demanded your attention. By the immaculate way his body was shaped, how you’d witnessed him on TV and in documentaries a thousand times but never thought you’d ever meet him.

“I uh, I know you.” You said, unsure how to answer his question. What exactly was he offering to help you with? You could think of a thousand ways he could help, particularly the ways he could ease the throbbing in your cunt. “You’re James-”

“Bucky.” He corrected, and eyed the bag of food, his eyes dragging over your body in a way that made you want to melt through the floor. He leaned closer, lowered his voice and spoke so softly it gave you chills. “I can escort you, if you’d like.” He said, glancing over your shoulder to the patrons that stared at you from their seats. One man at the short bar area tossed a few dollars down, and left his half drink to approach you and Bucky.

“Yes, please.” You breathed, ducking your head and hurrying for the exit.

“You’re really an avenger now, aren’t you? Saving the citizens of New York, one at a time.” You poked fun at him, hoping to ease the thick tension in the elevator ride. The entire carriage filled with your scent mingling with his, and it was every bit as lovely as you’d imagined on the walk back.

“I’m calling it my good deed for the day.” He said, taking in the shortest breaths possible. If he let himself smell your heat, the wetness that he was sure was between your thighs, he couldn’t weigh the possibilities that he’d be able to stop himself. Even during the small walk over, it took all his effort to try to act as normally as possible when other men looked her way. When they stared at her, at the way her hips moved and the hungry look in their eyes.

Bucky had shared women before, hadn’t had a problem with it. But he’d never had a woman in heat before. He’d never wanted to test himself like that, unsure that he’d be able to stop himself from the urge to knock her up and be stuck with a kid on his payroll the rest of his unforgivingly long life.

He wished he hadn't offered this in the first place. His cock strained against his pants, though he’d already tucked himself three different times when you weren’t looking. He watched as the elevator numbers went up, and up and up… jesus, how tall could the building be?

He couldn’t look at you, couldn’t risk a glance in your direction. He’d nearly taken you into an alley on the way over when he’d stared too long at your ass as you led the way. And God, he could scent how badly you wanted. How much your body needed a male right now. Not a beta. The thought alone made his temper flare. No, you needed a good fucking from an Alpha, and he wanted to be the one to do it. He wanted to hear his name on your lips as he made you come undone on his cock, wanted to-

The door dinged, and he followed you out, taking a deep breath of the clean air. His mind cleared, but the desire didn’t. She started walking down the hall, towards one of the many unremarkable doors. “Are you coming?” She called, juggling the food while she pulled out a key.

He approached slowly, eyeing the distance from her room to the elevator, taking in every small detail of the hall in search for threats. He’d never leave his paranoia behind, and he accepted it. It’d saved his life more than once. It also worked to calm his hard-on, so he could think about actually helping you instead of being a deterrent for other males.

He took your takeout bag, looking to the welcome mat splattered with stains. It was a design he could hardly make out. A cartoonish AR-15, and worn text that said “If the dog doesn’t get you, this will.”

He scoffed a laugh.

“What?” You asked, taking your food from him once you jammed the door open. The thing was off it’s hinges slightly, and required a good hip check to open.

He gestured to the mat. “You don’t strike me as someone who can handle an AR.”

“It’s a deterrent. Works great when I put the boots out.” You said proudly, placing your food and keys on the table just beside the door.

“Boots?” He asked, stiffening when the scent of your apartment hit him. It was a goddamn wall of desire, raking over every one of his senses and assaulting his mind with need. His cock twitched.

“Yeah, mens boots. Keeps the creeps away.”

“Well where are they now?” He asked, concern coating his mind. Had she had so many run ins with weirdos that she’d had to resort to false threats? He prayed she actually had a gun.

“Maybe I’m not trying to keep people out, right now.” She said, leaning against the door and biting her lip. His heart ticked up a beat, blood rushed through his ears so loud he could hardly hear his own voice.

“Why would that be, sweetheart?”

She didn’t answer, but instead shrugged and turned away, leaving the door wide open as she peeled off her tank top and tossed it on the back of the couch.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck. He closed his eyes and took a steadying breath, inhaling the very sweet, tantalizing scent of her. “If I come in, is a dog going to attack me?” He asked, already toeing off his boots. If he’d known he’d be getting laid when going out this evening, he would have at least dressed better.

“Another deterrent.” She called, turning on a soft lamp in the corner. Leaving his shoes outside the door, Bucky shut it with a loud creak of the hinges.

“Is the door one, too?” He asked with a smile, eyes roaming over her gilded frame where she stood at the end of the couch. His mouth watered at the sight of her perked nipples and soft skin.

“No, that’s just my landlord being an asshole.” She smiled.

She approached him slowly, easing off his jacket with his help. The motions were slow, like both of you wanted the other to know they could be done with this. That this didn’t have to happen if they didn’t want it. An unspoken hesitation that charged the air with challenge. Who would break their unspoken rule first? Who would touch the other first? It felt like a dam readying to break, cracking beneath the weight of desire.

His shirt went next, Bucky swearing to himself when it caught on one of the layers of metal on his arm. He fought to control his breathing, to keep it slow. He didn��t want to rush you, didn’t want to make it a fast fuck that he’d leave right after. No, he wanted to enjoy every moment of this. Especially with such a beautiful, funny omega. In his years he’d met men and women both that had wanted him for his body, for his title, or for his fame. This seemed different. She didn’t pursue him. She’d left that door open, completely up to him to decide if he wanted to be a part of this or not. And the more time he spent in your presence, the more he wanted to stay. Your hand coasted over his bare chest, raising goosebumps over his arms.

His mind raced with ideas to come back. He could offer to fix the door. He could offer his services if she were in heat again. Fuck, he’d cook her dinner if she thought she had to go out during her heat. A part of him roared in anger that she’d even risked going out in the first place. Another was thanking the universe for her craving that led you both to the same place.

“I can hear your stomach growling.” He said, voice low and gravelly. His mind was a tornado of thoughts. The urge to take care of you, the ideas to get to stay, how to make you his, and above the rest, looming over like a cloud, he needed to be inside you.

“I can hear your belt straining.” She countered. Quick. Witty. His cheeks were already warm, but now they flared. Of course she knew, who wouldn’t know. With her scent mixed with her being fucking topless before him, no shit he was hard.

“Is that a bad thing?”

“I guess the answer depends if you’re going to fuck me or not.” You said, tension and impatience lacing your tone.

Oh fuck. Oh, fuck this. His temper ignited. Her tone, her very presence caught him aflame with desire, need warring with a want he’d never had before. He wanted to punish you. He wanted to show you just how good he’d fuck you. Then you wouldn’t be asking again. He’d make sure you knew that if she asked, he’d give himself to her. That she’d only have to ask, first.

His lips met yours with a heated, quick energy that you responded with in kind. His lips crushed against yours with bruising force, teeth sinking into lips and skin and tongues lapping at areas you’d never thought of before. His ran from your neck to your collarbone in a flat, long lap before he was pulling your pants down, revealing your naked cunt. He knelt before you, took a deep breath in and looked up.

Your legs trembled at the sight of him there. Dark eyes and hair and immaculate body, his cheeks flushed. It was a sight you’d wished you could get a picture of.

His hands went to your thighs and pushed you back onto the couch, your lower half propped up against the arm while your back laid comfortably against the leather. His one hand, warm and soft, squeezed and massaged your thighs. The other, cool mechanical hand lifted your leg over his shoulder and wrapped around it, holding you in place. Warm, long kisses pressed against your inner thighs, his tongue leaving chill spots the entire way up.

His mouth grazed over your waiting pussy, he laid his tongue flat against your clit and watched as you jolted from the shock of it.

“Fuck-” You breathed. He hummed, the vibrations going through your body and causing a chill to break out over your skin.

He started slow, building and building his pace, his eyes occasionally darting up to watch you writhe in pleasure before him. His cock was aching, need filling the marrow of his bones. He wondered distantly if he would be able to last, once he was inside of you. His arm flexed when your thigh threatened to fall from his shoulder, and he lapped at your sex while bringing you higher up on the arm of the couch.

The taste was incredible, sending him further into a frenzy of determination. He wanted to make you come. He wanted to make sure you came until you physically couldn’t any longer. You were a delicacy that he needed more of.

He slid two fingers against your folds, collecting the wetness there before pushing inside you slowly. His hips rolled forward at the feeling. The warm, hot mess you were… he could feel the precome leaking from the tip of him inside his pants. Her legs flexed again, a loud moan making him groan along with you. He curled his fingers, spearing into the spot inside of you expertly. He pulled off your clit to watch his own fingers delving inside of you, working the moans from your mouth. “That’s right sweetheart-” He encouraged, thrusting his fingers in and out, drooling over the sight of you. “I’m gonna make you come. Can you do that for me?” He said, voice deep and needy.

You nodded, but the gesture was lost. His fingers stopped. His hand pinched your nipple, hard, drawing a strangled moan from you. “Say it.” He demanded.

“Yes- Yes!” You panted, bucking your hips to him, trying to get him to move as he had been.

“Yes what, sweetheart?” He kissed your thighs, and worked his fingers back into the rhythm slowly.

Fuck no. You wouldn’t be begging him to make you come. You could do that on your own. Stubbornness and spite fueled you. You pushed yourself up, brought yourself from his mouth and pushed him back with a foot. Caught off guard, he rocked back long enough for you to right yourself on the arm of the sofa and catch his lips with yours. You made quick work with his pants, and finally had his cock in your mouth within a few moments.

“Fuck-” He hissed. If he wasn’t sure about his longevity before, he was now. He was somewhat thankful that you were easing him of the ache, but even more grateful that he’d be able to fuck you without worrying about coming inside you. Your mouth was incredible. Perfect rhythm, perfect warmth and fuck- He squinted his eyes shut and to resist the urge to hold you in place with his cock down your throat.

Within a few minutes, he was surging, his balls so ready to release that he saw stars. “I’m going to-” You swiped your tongue over the tip of him and he was done. He came with a shuddering gasp that left your sex dripping for more of those sounds. He spilled inside your mouth and shook slightly when you brought yourself upright. His silver hand gripped the couch, exposing the white stuffing inside. You watched him a moment as he collected himself, his breathing heavy and labored turned into senseless curses mixed with promises of what exactly he was going to do to you.

His teeth sunk into your lip and with ease, he lifted you from the floor and bent you over the couch. ��Gonna fucking give you exactly what you want-” He muttered, stroking himself a few times before rubbing the length of his cock against your waiting pussy. The heavy head of him tapped at your clit, and he rubbed it there a moment, enjoying the way your body reacted to everything he did.

You were on fire. The core of you was burning up, and if he didn’t completely fuck you soon, you’d be ash. Your thighs pressed together, rocking against your clit in desperation. He spread your legs back apart and pressed his fingers there, rubbing you slowly. Too slowly, your body needed him, needed his knot, all of him.

“You’re bad aren’t you?” He asked, sucking marks into your back as he coated his cock with your wetness. “Don’t take orders from no one, do you?” You couldn't help but smile at that. You didn’t expect him to like that about you, not when his title as the winter soldier went against that very idea.

“Not if it gets me a better fucking-” You hissed as his cock slid inside you, stretching and claiming you.

“That’s what you need, a good fucking, right?” He said, pulling out nearly all the way before slamming back in. You whimpered, arms shaking as you held yourself up on the couch. Coolness pressed into your back, easing you down. Your ass raised higher in the air, his other hand slapped and gripped your cheek, shaking it slightly.

“I think I can give you that.” He snapped his hips forward and your hands gripped for anything to hold you in place. Instead, his hands went to your hips, one of his feet to hooked over the arm of the couch, and he held you steady while fucking into you. You were moaning something, you weren’t sure but he liked it. The need of your orgasm was climbing rapidly, your walls clenching around him with every thrust. The knot at the base of his cock was beginning to swell, catching on the inside of you with every few thrusts.

It was loud. Your skin slapping against his as he took you was enough, but mixed with both your moans, you wouldn’t be surprised if you had a complaint letter in the mail in the next few days.

“Please-” You didn’t know what you wanted more of, but you needed it. You were so close, so nearly there that-

He pushed down, shifting you up slightly and pressed you into the couch. He rocked into you harder, forcing your clit to grind against the material. Your insides spasmed, and seemed to take him even deeper as your climax peaked and you fell into bliss.

Oversensitivity was apparently non-existent with him, and within a few more of his thrusts you were coming again, legs shaking violently. He breathed some kind of encouragement, his knot expanded quickly at the sensation of you around him, his own arousal peaking again while your cunt milked him. The fullness of him pressed inside your entrance caused another wave of pleasure to overtake you, and you cried out as the slightest motion against the couch sent you over the edge again.

It felt endless. A downpour of pleasure that had you melting beneath him, shuddering and panting and drooling against the cushions. He leaned against you, but didn’t put his full weight on you. You could feel his heartbeat through you bodies, and your eyes felt suddenly heavy. Two sleepless nights pleasuring yourself in a attempt to keep the heat at bay had made you exhausted.

Within moments you’d come three times, each of them hard enough that they left you exhausted, sated for at least a little while.

You woke hours later, while it was still dark out with Bucky at your side in your bed. You felt suddenly self conscious about the state of it, but realized he’d probably seen much worse than a few piles of clothes lying around. You took stock of him, each scar that dotted his face and the ruffled hair that stood out at odd angles. His face was so relaxed, so peaceful like this. Even with his soft snoring, he was more than just handsome, he was rugged. Intimidating, if giving the right look. No wonder no other men had approached you on the walk home.

Your eyes roamed over the rest of him, how he’d pulled a spare blanket over himself instead of going beneath the quilt with you. Had it been for your comfort or for him to slip out more easily in the morning? Was it a limitation he set for himself? If it was, why hadn’t he left already?

You watched his breathing, making sure he was deep asleep before running a finger over the cold metal of his arm. Intricate layers of metal, locked together so tightly and thoroughly that it felt like a continuous piece of metal.

Idly, You wondered how he ever took a plane anywhere. Your hand drifted to his, where you found half a fortune cookie. He’d helped himself to your dinner, apparently. Your laugh shook the bed, but he didn’t wake. You got up, used the bathroom and went to the kitchen to heat your meal back up.

He’d placed your takeout in the fridge, along with a note with his number. So he had planned to leave in the morning. But he’d wanted to see you again.

You warmed up the food and when done, found the shirt he’d taken off. You pulled it around you, reveling in the scent of him on it. When you returned to the bed, he wrapped you in his arms almost immediately, pulling you close to his chest and tucking his forehead against your neck.

“Gonna fix that door.” He muttered groggily.

#BUCKY X READER #READER X BUCKY #BUCKY BARNES FIC #ABO FIC #ABO #MCU FIC

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ojerasgigantes · 1 year ago

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Muevete bien (que nadie como tú me sabe hacer café) CHT. 8

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Pairings: Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton

Characters: Clint Barton, Bucky Barnes, Bruce Banner, Natasha Romanov, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, PTSD, Alpha!Bucky Barnes, Omega!Clint Barton, Slow Burn, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Young!Clint Barton, Explicit Sexual Content, True mates-ish

Words: 42.5k

Fic Summary:

So, nothing dangerous is happening, just so you know." Bruce said reassuringly. "It just seems that you two, genetically speaking, align very well, almost perfectly."

"What does that mean?"

"It means that your body is more inclined to want to reproduce with him, because your compatibility level is extremely high.” Bruce explained, and after a moment smiled. “Or would I dare to say, you two are true mates."

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The person in the mirror looking back at him vaguely resembled Clint. The difference was enough that he had to look twice to reassure that it was actually himself in that reflection.

Damn, he looked weird as a blond.

Hill had stopped him an hour later after their meeting, only to hand him a hair bleaching kit. At the time, Clint almost wanted to protest, but after thinking before speaking, he decided to shut his mouth instead. He didn’t want to make himself look even less cooperative after the little outburst he had had in front of her.

The thing was that Clint was blond already. A dirty, less blinding shade of blond, but blond nonetheless. So, looking at himself sporting the same color he had when he was 3 years old was a little unsettling to say the least.

“You look like you are a member of NSync.”

Clint looked past his own reflection to see Natasha standing at the door of the bathroom. Hewanted to be mad at her for the trick she pulled on him, but couldn’t. Not when it had actually been helpful. He didn’t want to think about how his heat would’ve gone if she hadn’t brought him Barnes’ hoodie.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Clint said, and fixed his hair in the mirror. After a moment he scrunched his face, still not used to how he looked like, “I’m surprised I didn’t end up bald.”

“I’m surprised they didn’t send you to a professional stylist, with the amount of money they carry around.” Natasha added.

“Do you think I would’ve sat down for more than an hour while doing nothing?” Clint asked, raising one brow at Natasha through his reflection.

“No.” She said, and cocked her head to the side.

Clint turned to face her. Natasha’s eyes raked through his hair, admiring the work he had done.

She smirked, “He likes blonds, you know?”

Clint felt his eyes roll into the back of his head so hard he saw spots.

“I was already blond.”

“Not like this, though.” Her grin grew wider.

Clint agreed with a hum, and leaned back against the sink. After a second, Natasha left her spot at the door, walking closer.

She waited for Clint to make eye contact before she spoke.

“You should talk to him.” She said, serious.

Clint opened his mouth to retort, hands up, ready for a fight. But, he had run out of excuses for himself and his behavior. And whatever he could think of at the moment, would not fly by Natasha for even a second.

He let his arms fall back down, his right hand gripping the side of the sink, “I know.” He sighed, running his other hand over his face.

“You have been acting like an idiot these past weeks.” She stated, giving him a knowing look.

Clint hung his head, and groaned “I know.” .

He looked up at the ceiling, and sighed, a bit tired from having woken up at 4:30 am. He didn’t sleep as well as he would’ve liked. The knowing pressure of anxiety plaguing his chest and trying its best to keep him awake.

“What are you doing up, anyway?” Clint questioned her, “I know you are a morning person, but this early?”

Natasha looked away for a second, and she bit back a smile, “Can’t I say goodbye?”

Clint huffed, “Like you don’t disappear for months without telling me.”

When Natasha didn’t say anything to him, he turned his whole attention to her. She had her arms crossed, and was looking at him, fond behind her eyes. But most of all, Clint knew she was assessing him.

Clint offered her a bright smile.

“Don’t tell me that you are worried.” He said, mocking her just a little.

“I’m not.” She answered, although her smile said differently, and both of them knew she was lying.

“It’s okay.” He said, and walked around her towards the door, “I’m glad to know that you love me.” He taunted her.

Natasha sighed, a little disgruntled, “I do.” She admitted.

Clint felt the smile on his face soften, his heart clenching a bit. Her scent heightened, a little bit warmer, and Clint wanted to wrap himself with it. The idea of staying in the compound, in the comfort of what he knew, made itself known in Clint’s mind. But he discarded it quickly.

Instead, he went to hug Natasha.

He embraced her, clutching onto her a little too hard. Natasha accepted it gladly, fitting herself against Clint’s frame, hands around him.

“I do too, Nat.” He mumbled against her hair. He scented her, trying to keep her smell close to him.

If Natasha did it back, he didn’t notice. She let the hug happen for a few more seconds, and then squeezed him before stepping away.

“Take care of yourself.” She said sincerely. The ‘please’ went unsaid.

Clint nodded, rolling his eyes. Then, was immediately startled by Natasha’s grip on his face as she forced him to look at her.

“And don’t do anything idiotic.” She ordered, expression hard, the smile she had gone.

“Okay, okay!” He relented, pulling away from her hands.

Before he left the bathroom, he turned to take a last look at her and wave her goodbye. It was going to be hard to contact her for however long this mission was going to take, and a wave of uneasiness rolled over him.

Either way, Clint forced himself to walk away. A helicopter was waiting for them outside, ready to take them to the airport. The clutch he had on his duffel bag tightened the moment he caught sight of the helicopter.

He knew his reaction in that meeting was overblown, so he was still feeling a little embarrassed about it. And, on top of everything, he really wasn’t looking forward to spending time in a confined space with Barnes.

As he approached the helicopter, Clint inhaled deeply. The humid scent of the morning mist filled his nostrils. He was taking advantage of the fact that he was outside and the air was yet to be tainted by Barnes. He made sure to take in his fill, knowing that he would barely catch a break after the mission started.

Clint was the first to arrive, and he greeted the pilot with a nod, waiting obediently a few meters away from the helicopter. Fortunately, he didn’t have to wait that much. He heard footsteps approaching towards where he was standing and Clint raised his head to greet Barnes only for the words to get stuck in his throat.

Bucky had gotten a haircut.

Clint almost didn’t recognise him. The long hair he had gotten used to was completely gone. Now, his hair was in an almost military style. The haircut faded seamlessly into his beard, enhancing his jawline and leaving his neck exposed.

Feeling himself getting a bit flustered, Clint couldn’t help the tiny noise that escaped his throat. He was glad that it was low enough that it could only be heard by himself.

Bucky looked good. Too good. So good that the tight grip Clint had on his sanity wavered just a bit.

When Bucky finally stopped in front of him, his eyes were busy on the phone in his hand. Clint swallowed thickly, and shook his head.

“I see they butchered your hair as well.” Clint commented, voice tad hoarse.

At that Bucky looked up, seemingly to retort at Clint’s insult, but froze. His eyes frantically jumped between his hair and his face, wide and shocked.

Ouch. Clint had thought for a millisecond that he actually looked hot with that shade of blonde. He felt the need to explain himself, that this wasn’t his choice either.

“I know its kinda odd-“

Clint stopped mid-sentence, Bucky’s scent reaching him abruptly. He smelled him properly for the first time since yesterday, the outside wind had done a good job at hiding it. Thicker and heavier than he expected, it wrapped around the both of them, the taste of arousal unmistakable.

Wide eyed and surprised, Clint looked back at Bucky astonished. He felt the back of his neck warming up as his gaze didn’t peel away.

“What the fuck.”

Clint snapped towards the voice, and found the pilot staring at them, hand over his nose and mouth.

Holy shit.

This apparently had also broken Barnes’ stare, and Clint saw him look away as his scent toned down. Barnes’ lips thinned, his metal hand harshly clenching the handles of the bag he was holding.

Barnes went inside the helicopter without further comment, leaving Clint outside to fester in his stupor.

“Noted.” Clint muttered to himself, and followed him a few seconds after.

Clint and Barnes stood there, and looked at the apartment building in front of them as the taxi that took them there squealed away. Clint thought how it honestly didn’t look half bad. Sure, it was old, and looked a bit ugly, but Clint had been used to sleeping in places that looked much worse for wear than this one. Places where you could hear rats scratching the walls from the inside, and occasionally see a roach or two scurrying on the floor. Where people high out of their mind were passed out right at the front door of the building or in the middle of the hallway.

This was definitely run down, but it was fine.

Barnes went ahead of him, and walked up to the main entrance without saying anything. Clint bit his cheek at the obvious avoidant behavior, staring at him for a moment before following him. It’s not like Clint had any right to be annoyed at it, since he was the one who started that.

He could understand it on a certain level. To their detriment, they flew commercial, given that they were going undercover. And being in a confined space with Barnes only one seat away from him was almost torturous. The constant smell coming from him never really dissipated as much as he had hoped for, and spiked every now and then. It made Clint want to gouge his eyes out in frustration. His nails were almost bitten to the hilt by the two hour mark. At that point he decided to ask the flight attendant for the strongest alcohol they had. When she brought him a small bottle of vodka, he thanked her, and just held the open lid of it right under his nose for the rest of the flight.

But, even then, he was expecting Barnes to be more talkative than this. The helicopter ride, four hour flight, and the one hour and a half drive down to the apartment, had been a long awkward silence. After the first words Clint had said to him, Barnes never bothered to speak. He sat at the opposite side of the helicopter, and even wore a surgical mask throughout the whole flight. Every now and then, Clint would ask a question, are you sure this is the right gate?, or make a superficial comment, look at the price on these fucking water bottles . But all he would get back would be a small hum in agreement.

It was driving him insane to be on the other side of the coin.

Anyway, if Barnes was being infuriating on purpose, Clint was not going to fold backwards to meet his need to act like a pussy. Nevermind that that was exactly what Clint had been doing for the past 2 weeks .

Their apartment was located on the highest floor. They had easy access to the roof, the height of the building could be used as a vantage point to survey the streets below, and, if they were compromised, it would give them a longer time to escape through other means.

Barnes’ opened the door unceremoniously, and the inside of the apartment was as mundane as someone could imagine. An open floor plan and it wasn’t as small as Clint had imagined. On the right there was a full kitchen, equipped with an oven, a microwave, a full-sized fridge, and even a simple coffee machine, which he was glad to see. The kitchen faced a square wooden table with 3 chairs sitting around it. And on the far right was a long couch facing a TV pushed against the wall. The living space opened to a hallway, and Clint could see it led to three doors, which he assumed were the two bedrooms and the bathroom.

“Fridge and pantry are full.” Barnes’ said, and Clint almost jumped, not expecting to hear his voice. He looked back at him, and noticed he had already opened all the cabinets in the kitchen, “And we are fully stocked.”

Clint peered from where he was standing near the couch, where he had dropped his belongings. Barnes had moved aside, the door of what seemed like a pantry closet opened. Guns and weapons of all shapes and sizes were hanging off the wall inside.

Clint made a low whistle before heading to the windows. Sliding one open, he tested the locks. Firm, but breakable under someone who knew what they were doing. He pressed his hands against the window pane, and then knocked on it.

“Windows are bullet-proof.” He commented.

He was met with another one of Barnes’ hums.

They swept the apartment, checking every nook and cranny. Clint would like to think that they were meticulous, looking for anything out of place, like tiny mics or hidden cameras. When they found nothing after almost 30 minutes of looking, Clint went to grab his bag from the couch.

“I’ll take the room at the far end.” Clint said, and headed for it.

The bedroom was as boring as the rest of the apartment, with a double bed in the middle, a night stand on each side and a closet up against the wall. As he arranged everything in the drawers, he took a deep breath. He was already feeling overwhelmed and on edge, but grateful that Barnes’ scent was not invading the small space of the bedroom. Still, he eyed the gap between the door and the floor, and made a note of clogging it with blankets to ensure that it stayed that way.

It was gonna be a long couple of weeks.

He cracked the window open for good measure.

___

It took them less than an hour to settle properly in the apartment. And Clint, not being able to handle staying there with the crushing tension of their unresolved problems, told Barnes that they should check out the neighborhood and look into where this bar was.

If anything, Barnes was efficient, so he didn’t hesitate to accept the request and a couple of minutes later they were strolling out on the streets.

The neighborhood they were staying at was similar their building, lower-middle class in every sense of the word. Lots of small alleys and old housing decorated the streets. Littering seemed to be a norm of sorts. The smell of burning trash clinged to his nostrils, and Clint wasn’t sure if he should be grateful or not.

They had a bit of a more pressing manner, people were staring at them, him to be precise. An old lady shot him a dirty look, literally clutching her cardigan and making a disapproving noise, loud enough that they could hear as she walked by them.

At that, Clint followed her with his eyes as she moved further down the street.

“What the fuck is her problem?” He asked, annoyed.

He turned to Barnes, who hadn’t even turned to look back at the old woman, and he shrugged, looking tired.

“We are in the south.” Barnes answered simply.

Ah.

Clint wouldn’t necessarily call himself sheltered, he was from Iowa after all. But spending most of his late childhood to the end of his teenage years in the non-judgemental world that is a circus. And then immediately being recruited by SHIELD, where no-one really gave a shit about who you were, might have put him inside a bubble.

Literally and metaphorically, he got shielded from most discrimination connected to his second gender, even if he knew about it, even if he witnessed it whenever he spent too much time in public with Tony. He thought of how most omegas used suppressants, not because they needed them, but because they were highly pressured to use them. Clint was just lucky enough to have his heats be mild enough that he never even gave them a second thought, and to have his doctors be ones approved by SHIELD.

Although now he wondered if they would help his situation with Barnes. He made a mental note to text Bruce about it later.

In places where people were more conservative, Omegas commonly wore things to hide their neck, like necklaces, collar, scarfs or turtleneck shirts. It was a traditional and primitive way of ‘protecting’ their virtue, and Clint was not fond of it at all.

Clint, who was wearing a hawaiian shirt with the first 4 buttons undone, chest half exposed to try and combat the summer temperatures, and was now getting some odd looks by the old locals.

“Damn hag.” Clint muttered, feeling more bothered by the comment than he expected. He picked up his pace and caught up to Barnes.

They did a proper sweep of the neighborhood, and concluded that it just was a common rundown lower class one.

Even though the encounter had unsettled Clint, it didn’t really throw him off. Atleast, no more than the prospect of spending his time here tiptoeing around Barnes. So, he made sure to extend the outing by going directly to the garage as soon as they came back.

The drive to downtown was mostly silent, with Clint humming to the songs playing on the radio while tapping on the the wheel. The car they were given was a pick-up truck, one that many people in Arizona seemed to have, inconspicuous and ugly.

Barnes sat next to him, map in hand and window completely down. Clint didn’t even try to start idle conversation anymore, he was just glad that Barnes at least was being cooperative enough to direct him through Albuquerque.

“It’s in the next block, stop here.” He said, leaning forward.

Clint did as told, parking in front of a random Dollar General.

They walked until they saw the recognizable “Merlin” sign. Pulling up his phone to compare it with the picture they had, Clint let out a sigh of relief. This bar, for being as popular as it seemed to be, didn’t exist on any maps, review apps, or sites. It was almost like it was deliberately wiped off of the internet, only being mentioned on some obscure subreddits about nightlife. It looked mostly the same, they might have painted the outside a deeper shade of purple, but the image was identical, so Clint was sure they were at the right place.

“This looks like a sex club.” Barnes commented.

“It might be,” Clint said, and scoffed, “Who knows what shit they get on in the VIP areas.” He went to take a step forward, but was stopped by a hand going around his waist.

The sudden touch and closeness made him jump, Barnes’ scent invading his space hastily. Immediately, Clint’s body reacted, and he felt himself melt a little towards him, his brain purring happily at the contact.

Before he could decide whether Barnes was going to keep his other arm, he looked up towards the building, searching for the camera, and noticed one right above the sign pointing at the street. Clint glanced at Barnes quickly, and kept a neutral face as he wrapped his own arm around his shoulders.

The warmness creeping on the back of his neck was obviously caused by the heat.

They walked closer to the building, Clint could make out a paper plastered on the inside of the glass door. He leaned closer to Barnes.

“I can see they have the schedule of their opening hours on the door.” Clint said, voice low and a playful smile plastered on his face.

Barnes closed his eyes for a second too long, before opening them and giving back a small smirk to Clint. “Let me get closer.”

Barnes’ left the space next to him, and Clint immediately became a bit cold, even though it was 95 degrees. He now vividly remembered why liking someone was just fucking annoying.

After a couple of seconds of him looking at it, he was back at his side, his hand fitting where it was before. Clint tried to ignore the way his own body relaxed.

“It opens from Thursday to Sunday night.” He said.

Trying not to curse at the fact that it was a Wednesday, Clint smiled lazily, “They do not care about the lord’s day.” He chuckled.

They continued walking down the street, unsure whether a camera could still be pointed at them. The moment they turned the corner of the block, Barnes separated himself, creating at least a meter of space between them.

Clint chose not to say anything about that, knowing that it was partially his fault that things had ended up like this. Still, it stung like a bitch.

They ended up going around the block to get back to their truck. The silence on the way back to their stay was even more deafening than before.

-----

Bruce: We could look into that.

Clint groaned and put his phone down, not liking the vague answer he got. The TV was on some local channel, and they were showing reruns of ‘El Autentico Rodrigo Leal’. So, Clint was trying his damndest to enjoy this extremely dramatic telenovela, not that he was being very successful at that. It was almost 10pm, and he wasn’t sure how well he was going to sleep anyway.

Barnes had been in his room since they came back, and to be completely honest, Clint was glad. It gave him the time needed to think about how to deal with this. He was honestly done with the silent treatment they were giving each other. The mission was going to last for who knows how long, and Clint would rather eat his own hair than continue to walk on eggshells around the only person he was going to be with for the time being.

He was wracking his brain on how and when he should broach the subject when he noticed Barnes blocking partially the TV. Clint, stunned at seeing him, looked up in confusion, and saw that Barnes was holding a cup of coffee towards him.

Clint blinked, not completely sure how to react, but took the cup anyway a moment later. Most of all he was surprised, given that he hadn’t realized Barnes had left his room, or that he had been making coffee right behind him. The apartment already reeked of him, so Clint only noticed his scent getting stronger once he was near. But the fact that he didn’t hear him, or saw him coming from the hallway was worrying. Was the TV that loud? Or was his mental state that bad?

Clint held up the cup to his nose to take a whiff. He couldn’t help the small smile at how nice it smelled.

“At this time of the night?” He asked, and took a swig of it.

Barnes took a seat at the other side of the small couch.

“Like you give a shit about that.” He said, another cup in his hand, “I was going to offer you a beer, but I don’t think alcohol is a good idea.”

Clint nodded in agreement. He wasn’t certain how to take this sudden approach from Barnes. He welcomed it, given the fact that it just made things easier, but he was still wary.

“What even is on?” Barnes asked him, gesturing at the TV.

Clint cleared his throat, and sat up straighter, “‘El Autentico Rodrigo Real’, a Colombian soap opera.” He said, “I can’t watch any episodes I haven’t watched before because Natasha would kill me if I did, but this channel is re-running episodes from the first season.”

Barnes tried to focus on what was going on the show, and then turned to Clint, a little confused, “Do you even know what they are saying?”

“Enough to understand what’s going on.” Clint answered, and shrugged, “Spanish is not so different from Italian.”

“You speak Italian?” Barnes asked, a bit astonished. Clint tried not to take offense to that.

He gave him a cocky smile, “Fluently, actually.”

Barnes hummed in response, and then didn’t say anything else. Clint was happy to pay attention to his soap opera, but as the silence stretched longer, he couldn’t help but remember the last time Barnes had made him coffee. He turned the now half-empty cup on his hand, and decided that maybe he could take the higher road this time.

Turning his whole body towards Barnes, he breathed deeply before speaking, “Is this…” Clint started, and raised the cup towards him, “another peace offering of yours?”

Barnes offered him a sincere smile, “If you want it to be.”

Clint looked back down at his cup, swirling its contents around as he thought about what to say next. There were many things he could say. Clint had made mistake after mistake, and had acted in ways that had just steered things in the wrong direction. All those times he had brushed Barnes away or answered him curtly, just made the problem worse. Or even back when they had found their precarious condition, and Clint had just wanted to deny its existence.

He had a lot to make up for. But Clint was not a noble nor virtuous man. All he knew was to face his problems with raised fists and bloody knuckles. And when that was not possible, he would always push them away, pretend that they weren’t there and hoped they would simply disappear.

Thinking about the easy smile Bucky had been giving to him all those times they would just sit and banter, made Clint’s heart stutter. Bucky’s scent being warm and smooth, wafting naturally as they interacted, untainted by the smell of anxiety. He was capable of admitting to himself that he missed it. That he missed their awkward and weirdly comfortable conversations. The slow loosening of their friendship, as it became more relaxed and simple.

And on top of it all, he knew Bucky deserved better than Clint’s severe communication issues.

In the end, he came to the conclusion that he wanted to start with a simple apology.

With his eyes closed and head hanging low, because he was a bit too much of a coward to look him in the eyes while saying sorry, Clint braced himself before speaking.

“I- “

“I wanted to apologize.”

At Barnes’ voice interrupting him, Clint looked up, gaze connecting with his.

“Okay.” He said, frozen on the spot and uncertain, not sure if he heard him correctly.

Bucky shifted on his seat, and left his cup at the coffee table. He clasped his hands together, with his elbows resting on his legs, “I shouldn’t have insulted you.” He continued, “I know I said I was angered, and to be honest, I still am, a little.”

Clint nodded at him, still in a bit of disbelief. The words he was gonna say stuck at the back of his throat.

“But, even then, you didn’t deserve that.” Bucky said, sincerely, “So, for that I am sorry.”

Clint looked away. Needing the bitter taste of the coffee to clear his head, he drank from his cup. He tried to remember when was the last time someone had apologized to him with words, and unsurprisingly he came up with nothing.

“I would say that it’s fine, but-” He started, and Clint decided to ride the train of sincerity, since they were already on it, “Not gonna lie, it did bother me.”

Bucky scratched the back of his neck, and sighed, “I know.”

Clint finished his coffee in one go, just so he could have some time to articulate his answer properly.

Although the fight was both of their faults, they wouldn’t have gotten to this point if it wasn’t for Clint’s need to be aggravating and petty. Sometimes, having the last word felt too good, especially when he felt like he needed retribution. Looking at how long he dragged this out, Clint was sure that this was more than enough.

Clint breathed deeply before speaking, “Well, I wanted to apologize too.” He said, his voice steady, “I wasn’t being fair to you, and just… made the situation worse by acting like an asshole.”

The self-deprecating joke at the end was an attempt at lightening the mood.

A small smile formed on Bucky’s face, “I thought you only admitted your mistakes to your therapist.”

Clint snorted and let himself relax into the couch, his head resting on the back of it. A sense of relief washed over him, and he felt a weight being lifted from his chest. God, he really had to stop being insufferable just because of his wounded ego. If not for the sake of others, for the sake of his own peace of mind.

“Sometimes I have enough presence of mind to understand when I have to take my head out of my ass.” Clint muttered back.

Bucky huffed, and didn’t answer anything back. Thinking that the conversation was over, Clint turned his attention back to the sound of the soap opera.

“I… um-“

Clint’s attention bounced back to Bucky, who looked nervous.

“I also wanted to tell you that, what I saw in the common room-“

Oh God .

Clint jolted up-right.

“Please, don’t-“

Just the mere mention of it made him nauseous.

“Clint-”

“It’s fine-” He felt as it became difficult to get the words out, the shame of what happened clawing its way through his throat.

Barnes, although hadn’t moved an inch, looked increasingly more concerned. At that, Clint almost reacted violently, the thought that what Barnes was showing could be pity, immediately making anger start to simmer.

Instead of letting that brew, he focused on his own breathing, and tried to appear calm.

“Can we just forget that ever happened?” Clint asked him, “Please.”

Barnes didn’t look completely convinced, but he must’ve seen something in Clint’s expression, because after a moment, he sighed and looked away, letting it go.

Clint let his eyes close, his heart rate finally slowing down. He threw himself back onto the sofa, wishing that Barnes had brought him that beer instead of the coffee that was already gone.

“What did Steve tell you?” Barnes asked abruptly, after a minute or so of silence.

Clint, knowing very well what he was asking, frowned at him, “What does Steve have to do in all of this?”

Barnes just stared at him. Clint stared back blatantly, partially because he did not want to say anything, and mostly because he still liked being abrasive. When Barnes didn’t look away, or seemed inclined to take back his question, Clint sighed.

“He just wanted to know what happened between you and me.” Clint stated the truth, feeling tired of lying. He then snorted, looking back at Bucky with a smirk, “And… you are right, he unironically thinks we should hang out more often.”

“That’s all?” Bucky retorted, edging Clint to speak more.

Clint’s eyes shifted to the ceiling. He thought back to the conversation they had, back to Steve’s attempts of comforting him. It hadn’t helped as much as Clint would’ve liked it to, in the end it had served to deepen the hole he had been burying himself in. Steve had basically said that Bucky was rejecting him, that he didn’t want him, and that the idea of wanting him was out of the table. Maybe not explicitly, but it definitely felt like that was what he meant.

And that was the reality. This whole situation was caused by something out of their control. They were thrusted into a too small of a cage, forced to circle each other at the edges, clawing at the walls until one of them caved into the helplessness of it. It wasn’t anyone's fault, neither of them had wanted to be there. And it wasn’t Bucky’s fault that Clint was the one to give in first.

It’s the way it has to be, right?

“He said that you were ashamed of what happened.” Clint stated, matter-of-factly, still staring up.

“Ah.”

Clint turned his head back towards Bucky, cheek against the couch, eyebrows scrunched together. Bucky’s scent had gone from mostly neutral to having an undertone of mustiness, of guilt. An anxious feeling settled on Clint’s guts.

“So, it's true.” He said, hating how the hurt in his voice betrayed his stoicism.

“Yes.” Bucky admitted, and Clint didn’t flinch, “But, not in the way you think.”

“Help me here then,” Clint urged, “before I get more offended.”

A silence stretched between them as Bucky seemed to ponder what to tell him. The smell of must continued to grow between them, and Clint had to bite his tongue to stop himself from asking him if he was ok.

When Clint thought that maybe Bucky was never going to speak, he finally did .

“I lost control.” Bucky muttered, voice low.

Clint’s mind went blank for a couple of seconds.

His head left the back of the couch, and he sat up, turning his whole body towards Bucky’s. He frowned deeply, eyes wide.

“What?” Clint asked, a bit confused.

Bucky didn’t seem to look relieved at Clint’s bewilderment, or less guilty. Instead, he just looked down to where Clint’s hands were resting on the couch.

“I wasn’t… present, not completely.” He explained. “Everything seemed muddled, and I could only focus on your scent, on your body…”

Bucky’s whole body was rigid, his fingers digging into his thighs. His jaw clenched as he swallowed forcefully. It looked like speaking at the moment was as if someone was pulling his teeth out.

“I was already on top of you when I came back to my senses.” He said, voice strained, “And, I could finally feel the grip I had on you… the strength behind it.”

Pulling his hands up to inspect them, Clint had a flash of their incident on the mats. A vivid memory of Bucky on top of him, face close enough that his breath tickled Clint’s nose, came to the front of his mind. Clint recalled the small moment in which Bucky had tightened his hold on his wrists, it had lasted less than a second.

Clint shook his head, wrapping a hand against his wrist, moving it around.

“That’s nothing, they're barely bruised.” Clint tried to reassure him.

It didn’t seem like it worked.

“Clint, I wasn’t using that much strength-“

“I sure fucking hope so. I don't want broken bones.” He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood,

His mouth shut harshly when he was met with the hard gaze of Bucky’s expression. Clint averted his eyes.

“I’ll shut up.” He mumbled.

“I didn’t realize. At least I don’t remember that I did.” Bucky said, defeat and shame dripping from his words, “And I don't know which one I find more worrying, the possibility that I didn’t use that much strength and I still bruised you, or that I was so out of it that I didn’t register it.”

If the expression on his face wasn’t enough, a hint of a metallic smell, hidden between Bucky’s scent, reached him. And Clint froze, trying to process that what Bucky was feeling was fear.

As always, he tried to play it down.

“Don’t you think you are being a little drama-“

“Look, I am strong, at least 10 times stronger than you- that’s not an insult- and it’s not like I haven’t had sex since I stopped being The Winter Soldier, but I always have had to have a certain level of control over it.”

Bucky deflated, and hid his face with one of his hands. He just looked tired, shoulders hunched, and looking somewhere distant. Another type of weight settled on top of Clint’s chest, tying his tongue.

Bucky exhaled long and deeply, before locking his gaze with Clint’s.

“And I don’t have that guarantee with you. At all. If being in the same room as you is already a test of my self control…” Bucky continued, “I have no idea if I’d be able to do it in another… circumstances. And I can’t go through that, not again.”

The last part sounded almost like he was begging. Taking in his whole demeanor, Clint understood that what had happened at the gym, had shook Bucky deeply. That it scared him.

“So, when I said I didn’t want to risk it, I meant it.” He told him. “It could’ve taken a turn for the worst…”

Clint looked away, feeling that Bucky’s stare was too much to handle at the moment.

Being part of a group of extraordinary people sometimes gave Clint imposter syndrome. He was constantly among the strongest, smartest, and weirdest people in the world. It wasn’t a surprise that people like him could easily go under the radar, especially in comparison to the big shots that surrounded him. But he wasn’t weak. He had earned his place working for SHIELD for several reasons, and the fact that Bucky was acting like he was easily breakable didn’t sit right with Clint.

He bit his tongue so he wouldn’t start another argument, his ego wounded again by Bucky’s implication.

Clint gave into a coy smile, willing to forget the insult in order of getting over their discussion.

“I’m just saying, you don’t know if I’m into freaky stuff-”

“Clint-“

“I’m joking.” Clint relented, laughing, his smile not faltering.

Now that Bucky had his hair short, he could see the slight flush that had appeared on the tip of his ears. And Clint wondered if they were like that whenever he would make a pass at him, conveniently hidden underneath the mane that he used to have.

Bucky still seemed a bit unnerved, his jaw tense and scent still a little musty.

Clint’s smile turned softer, and he felt the recognizable emptiness filling his stomach.

“I understand very well the need to keep shit under your own control.” Clint added, voice knowing.

Bucky hummed in agreement, “A side effect of brain-washing?” He quipped.

Clint barked a laugh, smile widening, “Amen.”

Bucky laughed with him, and Clint couldn’t believe he had been so stubborn when he could've evaded weeks of tension and bitterness. When he could’ve had this, Bucky’s scent finally ridding itself from that invasive undertone. At that, Clint felt himself relax a little more. And in that moment of relief he found that he didn’t care that much about it.

#marvel #fanfic #writing #personal #winterhawk #bucky barnes #clint barton #omegaverse #omega!clint #alpha!bucky #ao3 #mcu #abo dynamics #slow burn #slow build #muevete bien #rainandchocolateinacup

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selene-borealis · 2 years ago

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I learned today that some spiders have a huge sexual dimorphism between females and males (the females are a lot bigger) and now all I can think about is an ABO AU where an omega!Peter becomes a lot bigger than all the alphas on the team, like think She-Hulk (6’7”) size, and Tony all of the sudden discovers a kink that he didn’t even know he had

#mcu fanfiction #omegaverse #abo #starker #peter parker #omega peter parker #tony stark #alpha tony stark #spider-man #iron man #i have problems ok

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honey-minded-hivemind · 2 years ago

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Oh wow! I can't believe it! It seems everyone who voted on the Preferred X-Men Media have seen quite a few, even the more obscure ones! Here are the results, the most popular or used, to the least used:

🥇X-Men Evolution is the most used/preferred! That was quite the fun show, with kiddo X-Men and Brotherhood, found family, no awkward love triangles or too much romance, and the adults having to act as parents/surrogates! I can see why this would be the most liked, especially for the ABO Parent/Regular AU!

🥈X-Men The Animated Series and the (X)MCU tied for second in the preferred/wanted media! Both have their points, and special dynamics. The Animated Series was the first main X-Men TV media, and introduced us to their weird family and unforgettable relationships, with plenty of fun 80s and 90s looks and items. And who could forget the gem of 2000s movies, the X-Men live-action movies, which gave us ideas for how the characters would look in the real world, and leaning more into the school idea, plus it certainly gave us some fun character dynamics we all wanted more of.

🥉The X-Men Anime comes in third and final place, but certainly not least. Come on: an anime! Now, with this, we do have some cursing, more gore/squick, and a few new characters, but that adds to the new setting. We've all wanted this, I'm sure, and now for those who didn't know, now y'all know it exists! New designs, seeing characters old and new introduced, and dealing with a more obscure villain, it adds it own charm to the X-Men media's!

And everyone can use whatever X-Men media they want for any of the stuff I make😊 Just remember, it all stays platonic, no matter what. Every form of media has its own appeal and specialties, and if you change it from time to time, no harm in that! Honestly, I sometimes imagine a reboot of any of these media for the scenarios and ideas I make, so we have some of the old, mixed with the new concepts I add in! Enjoy this honeycomb thought💕

#honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere marvel #yandere platonic marvel #platonic yandere #platonic yandere marvel x reader #platonic yandere xmen #yandere x-men #ABO Parent AU!#ABO AU! by honeycomb thoughts #x men the animated series #xmen mcu #xmen evolution

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rcmclachlan · 2 months ago

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

Thank you 💜 I've been actively writing in fandom since 2004, so let's keep things to the last 15 years, yeah?

R.C.'s Self-Rec List

Histocompatibility (9-1-1, BuckTommy, 4x05 divergent)

A handsome stranger keeps Buck from going off the deep end on the day he discovers he was a failed homegrown defense system.

Buck gasps a laugh that would probably be at home in the mouth of someone who's been stabbed, and he starts to thank this complete and utter stranger for telling him exactly what he needed to hear, but instead what comes out is... everything. The whole sordid tale falls out of him like an unraveling firehose, pulling longer and longer the more he talks, stretching from the day he first crashed his bike—"But it wasn't my bike, it was his."—to sitting in Maddie's living room mere hours ago and finally learning the truth he'd suspected all along: something had been wrong his whole life and that something was him.

A Twist of the Knife (MDZS, unrequited Nie Mingjue/Lan Xichen, post-canon)

Nie Huaisang discovers a trove of letters his brother never sent.

Part of him wants to carefully rebind Mingjue's exposed, bruised heart and wrap it in calfskin paper, shut it away in the ugly box, and slide it back where he found it. There was a reason his brother never sent those letters, and it feels like disrespect of the worst kind to expose them to a world that allowed a man like Mingjue to die. Another part wants to hone it to an edge and slide it right under Lan Xichen's ribs, push it up until his bleeding heart runs dry around it. He wants to walk through the quiet halls of the Cloud Recesses where he made friends and learned how wonderful and devastating it is to love someone who didn’t even see him, and watch the guttering flame in Lan Xichen's kind eyes blow out when he reads each letter. Huaisang wants to sip that antiseptic Gusu jasmine blend while the fatigued steel of the man he made a weapon shatters under the weight of this revelation. He wants to see Lan Xichen crumble.

Oneiroi (Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, Season 5 divergent)

There is not a dream that Castiel does not know, except this one.

The children pay him no heed, too engrossed in their games of play. Even the globules of light ignore him and instead flock to the grand yet wilted elm tree that stands rather sadly in the center of the park. It is dark. It is night. The world is alight with pulsating whispers and gossamer. There is something odd about all of this. One little angel all dressed in blue Trying to figure out where his human went to But the ground rose up, from which two were born One was made of ivory, the other made of —

like old swords still are trusted best (MCU/DBZ crossover, one-sided SteveTony)

Tony doesn't build the Mark 50 alone.

He blinks, and the heavy shroud over his mind slips off, throwing everything into clear focus. Bulma peers at him, brow knitted with concern, and he wouldn't put it past her to pull the gun back out. But instead of a glock, she presses a palm over where the reactor once sat, like Pep used to do, and slides her hand up to his shoulder. It only takes a twitch to be able to feel the warm weight of it through the armor. "I keep waiting for… I don't know. Something. Making miracles used to feel a lot different before—" Before Nick Fury's bright idea collapsed like Tony's chest cavity in Siberia. "Do you want me to… call someone?" "Fuck no," Tony says with a snort, except it sounds like yes.

Resonant Frequency (Beyond Evil, Han Ju-won/Lee Dong-sik, post-canon)

Lee Dong-sik is an astonishingly good detective. Correction: was. Ju-won wrestles with the reminder.

Three years ago, Ju-won stood in a torrential downpour and looked at this man, who slipped his shoes off and gave them to a stranger in an act of compassion so humbling that Ju-won still thinks about it at least twice a day. He hasn't averted his eyes since. That was probably it. The moment Lee Dong-sik held an umbrella over that lost soul and smiled—that's when he shattered like glass under Ju-won's skin. In the early days, he couldn't understand why Dong-sik seemed to rub him raw from the inside, every movement like agony whenever their eyes met, but now those crystalline shards have buried themselves into his very foundation like mica in concrete, unexpectedly catching sunlight whenever he takes a step.

No pressure tags: @screamlet, @leashybebes, @dadvans, @alchemistc, @firehose118, @beanarie, @liminalmemories21, @setmeatopthepyre

#self recs tag game #bucktommy #destiel #jwds #stevetony #xielan

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umber-cinders · 5 months ago

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Title: 𝑊𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑀𝑜𝑜𝑛 🌕❄

Chapter 25: Family Matters

Chapter Summary: The plot thickens on the council's possible betrayal. M'Baku is determined to protect his family from outside forces looking to destroy what he worked so hard to gain. Meanwhile, Inyanga is dead set on protecting her family from within. You would think that would put them on the same page. It's never that easy.

Warnings: MATURE, EXPLICIT 🔞 ‼🚨READ THE TAGS🚨‼ Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con Elements, Dubious Consent, Extremely Dubious Consent, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Recreational Drug Use, Blood and Violence, Smut, Forced Bonding, Claiming Bites, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Knotting, Breeding Kink, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Wakanda AU, Dark AU

❥Chapter Index ❥

“So they are doing things out of the ordinary, but nothing within the realm of real suspicion.” M’Baku concluded.

Across from his desk, M’Bele leaned against the wall near a bookshelf. He could sit down—of course—but the tension in his limbs was wound too tightly. The moment Bosede called and confirmed that N’Gamo and his ill-tempered father had been meeting important people in discrete locations, it had confirmed every suspicion he’d had about the incident during court the other day. They couldn’t be trusted. He had never been particularly fond of N’Gamo or the way the other alpha always tried to find ways to undermine him. When the position of pack leader became unobtainable for him, he’d set his eyes on the next best thing.

M’Bele scoffed to himself. As if he would ever let a duplicitous knot-rider like N’Gamo outdo him. Keeping him in his place had become a part-time job of sorts. That was just how much he liked testing the shark-infested waters of pack hierarchy.

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honeyedboneset · 3 months ago

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one x one oc x cc search

Hi, i’m bone (she/her)! Thanks for stopping by. I’m closer to 30 than 25, still surprised i’m doing this, and live in the EST. i’m half way through my graduate degree in clinical counseling, work part time, and am dealing with some physical health issues. I love horror films, reading, kdramas, making fanart, memes, and yapping. I’ve been roleplaying for almost fifteen years, writing for longer (though you wouldn’t be able to tell

preferences, rules, and fandoms (with canons) i'm looking for are under the cut! if you're still with me by the end, please feel free to message me or add me on discord ( .diick )

The technical side:

I generally write in third person, past tense. I don’t really care what you write in!

Length can vary pretty dramatically, but thanks to my schedule, shorter posts work better. Usually 500-1k words for responses.

I like to double within the same universe. Having our ocs develop friendships sparks joy.

m/f is usually how ‘my’ pairings go. I’m open to whatever for your pairing though.

I will write (in no order of preference): on site, gdocs, email, discord

Ooc (in order of preference): discord, email, on site

The rest:

I am a ridiculously hopeless romantic. I love a lot of genres, but i’m trash for it.

This is a hobby. This is meant to be fun. Let’s work together to keep it fun.

I am terminally unserious. Canon is a guideline or a suggestion, not a law.

While i am inconsistent sometimes with post rate, i will ooc plenty. I love yapping and i’ve been fortunate to make great friends roleplaying.

I also love memes, making fanart, pinterest boards, playlists, and generally being too invested in ALL the ships and characters.

Hard lines:

Please be 21+ (preferably 25+). I’m really not comfortable with writing with anyone younger.

No medical settings as the main setting (like grey’s anatomy or something, idk).

I’m also not interested in exploring heavy substance use, explicitly written sexual assault, genuine love triangles, or abusive relationship dynamics between main characters.

Most highschool settings and no underage characters. I know i have some fandoms listed that have that, but let’s age folks up?

To wrap it up: no abo, pwp, incest, fetish stuff, or anything that would otherwise just Make It Weird.

◞ ❛ fandoms & canons i'm looking for you to write mcu ( eddi brock, sam wilson, matt murdock, m'baku ) twd ( glenn rhee, ocs ) star wars ( obi wan kenobi, wrecker, cal kestis, finn, wyl lark, joph seastriker ) tlou ( tommy miller, joel miller, ocs ) fallout 3, 4, 76, nv, show ( nick valentine, hancock, porter gage, ocs ) red dead redemption ( charles, oc )

#1x1 rp search #oc x canon rp #cc x oc #canon x oc search #discord rp search #fandom rp search #double up rp #twd rp #mcu rp #star wars rp #tlou rp #rdr2 rp #fallout roleplay

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holylulusworld · 2 years ago

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Looking for some recommendations by you or your kind followers 🥰

Steve or Bucky mafia / mob or abo series

And Henry Cavill series (I've fallen into a big rabbit hole of lusting over that man lol)

I've read all of your stories so much Lulu, like Consolidation Bride is like my number 1 series. I reread it often sometimes when I walk my dog or when I'm moody and on my period😂.

Hi lovely. Aw, I'm happy someone loves Consolation Bride as much as I do. I'm tempted to write a sequel, I just don't know when.

Let's see, I will list the blogs coming to my mind in random order. I hope I don't forget half of the people I follow...

I highly recommend @angrythingstarlight's blog for Mafia AUs. She has wonderful Mafia AUs for Bucky.

@navybrat817 has great stories for Bucky & Steve & Henry's characters. Check her Bucky list for Mafia stories.

@kinanabinks has an awesome Mafia Bucky x Best Friend (fairy) series. You can find it here: MOB!BUCKY MASTERLIST

@jtargaryen18 has a wonderful Mafia Steve / arranged marriage story called His Inheritance (ongoing). I got it on my reading list.

@sinner-as-saint has all your little heart desires, including mafia AUs, A/B/O and so much more.

@biteofcherry has great a/b/o & mafia stories for Steve. I think some are dark, so check the warnings for triggers.

@smutsonian has this mafia Steve I just discovered and need to read.

@buckyalpine has a story called pretty little thing with Mob Bucky. It's on my reading list.

You are looking for Henry & his roles? Fear not. Look at @littlefreya's blog. Here's her "stories" masterlist. There is a drabbles masterlist in her bio too.

Do you need more Henry? Here you go: @viking-raider will help you out.

@waiting4inspiration has an Alpha Bucky series.

These are the ones coming to my mind atm. If anyone has stories for nonnie to read, please feel free to add them to his post. 😊

#fic recs #fic recommendation #lulu answers

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kahuunknown · 2 years ago

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Fate is a strange thing - MCU Bucky Barnes fanfic

!NOTE!: ABO universe/themes, inspiration from MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE franchise, Bucky Barnes x OC (Theo) male character x potentially others

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Theo sighed for the hundredth time that day, they were out in public and Bucky had the balls to expose their relationship by burying that nose of his against Theo’s scent gland, the sun had long since fallen and people scattered back into their homes, but that didn’t mean no one was watching. Theo gives the cheeky Alpha a brief glare while pushing his face away, but Bucky only responds to him with the characteristic ‘charming’ smile, the very same one which usually wooed all the ladies near his person. However, Theo was not only a man, but he was more than used to Bucky’s flirtatious methods and clingy attachment to his person.

And it was all for good reason. Bucky knew since the day he met Theo when they were kids, that this man with the honey golden eyes littered with orange specks (an eye colour unique to Theo alone), with the smell just shy of the typical overbearing sweetness of an Omega, and a heart of gold behind a frankly transparent uncaring attitude- this boy needed to be his in any way that was possible. It didn’t matter that the both of the were men, but it was a difficult secret to hide from the rest of the world.

“Focus.” Theo reminds, snapping Bucky from his lovestruck expression and earning a nod, still adorning that charming smile on the sergeant’s face.

Coming to an abbrupt stop, Theo scrunches his nose a little, a sharp inhale following as a particular scent invaded Theo’s rather sensitive nose, he looked to his partner and gave Bucky a knowing look.

“Let me guess…Steve?” Bucky sighs, the smile finally leaving his face at the thought of the troublesome Alpha-dud. “That guy, I swear.” Bucky grumbles, “Lead the way.”

Theo rolled his eyes at Bucky’s change of attitude, but followed his sensitive Omega nose down a few streets and to the right- into a dark alleyway. Bucky instinctually moved in front of Theo in an attempt to protect him and make him feel secure and safe, but it didn’t have much of an affect when Theo himself was of the same muscle mass, though he appreciated the effort despite being the tallest between the two. Though in saying that, the hidden claiming mark between his shoulder blades throbbed at Bucky’s action in a lower purr.

He’d be able to fight just as well as Bucky, but a small smile still grew on his face at the funny Alpha’s move to protect him. It was a nice thought, Theo supposed.

“You just don’t know when to give up, do you?” An unknown voice chimed, confidence radiating from his words alone. He was no doubt an arrogant drunk Alpha just by the man’s tone, yet alone the disgusting smell of his drunk scent.

“I can do this all day.” Steve mutters, taking another solid hit to the face as the stranger attacks him.

“Hey! Pick on someone your own size.” Bucky voices, standing tall and proud, the embodiment of an Alpha.

The stranger clicks his tongue in aggravation, forgetting Steve in seconds to instead swing his fist toward Bucky. Bucky however, twists the man around skilfully before kicking him to the ground and motioning for the now frightened drunk to leave.

He does so without a moment’s hesitation, earning a low chuckle from Theo.

Theo then quickly approaches Steve’s side in seconds, fingers delicately brushing against Steve’s wounded and bruised face, Theo frowns at the damage, a saddened sigh leaving his lips. Steve glanced away, ashamed of being the cause to the disappointed sigh, much less from his packmates (even if not technically true, Bucky and Theo made it abundantly clear that the dud was stuck with them).

“Sometimes, I think you like getting punched.” Bucky comments, swinging his arm over Steve’s shoulder.

“I had him on the ropes.” Steve states with confidence, holding his head high. Moving away from Steve, Bucky picks up a discarded parchment from the cold and wet concrete of the alley. It was an enlistment form.

“How many times is this?” Bucky questions, raising an eyebrow. He then reads over the paper in his hands, snorting at the information. “Oh, you’re from Paramus now? You know it’s illegal to lie on the enlistment form.” Bucky rambles with a sigh.

“And seriously, Jersey?” Theo adds, a frown on his face.

“You two get your orders?” Steve changes the subject, looking at both their uniforms.

“The one-o-seventh. Sergeant James Barnes and Medical Officer Theo King. Shipping out for England first thing tomorrow.” Bucky chimed with a grin, pulling Theo back to his side, in-between Steve and himself. Steve gave them a tight smile, they looked so perfect and happy, ready to serve their country in war.

“I should be going.” Steve grumbles.

Bucky shakes his head, “Come on, man. It’s our last night! Gotta get you cleaned up.”

“Why? Where are we going?” Steve asks, confusion on his face.

“The future.” Bucky answers, handing Steve a newspaper article, on it is the ad for the World Exposition Of Tomorrow.

“Come on, Stevie. Let’s get you cleaned up back at the nest.” Theo suggested, a rare but charming smile of his own on display for the dud.

The ‘nest’ as Theo called it was more like an assortment of blanket’s and pillows on the ground, two thin-cheap mattresses underneath. All Omega’s have a nest, it brings them comfort and security as it’s their most sacred place. It’s where they raise their pups. But for this rag-tag group, it works just fine as a regular bed to sleep in.

Although it smelt mostly of subtle Theo’s Vanilla bean scent, there was still the faint smell of Bucky’s cinnamon as well. Steve often found himself wondering what his own scent would of smelt like if he wasn’t an Alpha-dud. Strong and powerful? Seductive and safe like leather? Or warm and calm, like apple pie?

Dressing Steve up, Bucky didn’t waste time in grabbing the two and dragging them all the way to the Stark Expo. The child-like wonder Bucky had on his face had Theo show that small smile again, Steve however just looked uncomfortable. Most people weren’t as accepting of duds as Theo and Bucky were, to some they smelt rotten and to others it was a curse.

Theo gave the odd Alpha a reassuring smile, placing an arm around his shoulder and pulling the small man to his side. Bucky smiled at the two as he returned from the food vendor with a carton of popcorn.

“Shall we?” Bucky inquired with an excited glint in his eyes as he led the two toward the Expo’s stage.

Music began playing as the stage lights up, an Announcer introduces the show with an unnatural energy in his voice. He seemed a little fed up with introducing the same show over and over.

“Welcome to the Modern Marvels Pavilion and the World of Tomorrow. A greater world. A better world.”

Bouncing on the balls of his feet, Steve felt himself being pushed backwards as the crowd squeezed themselves closer to the stage with excitement and uncaring for those around them. However, without warning the sudden pressure was gone and Theo draped his arms over Steve’s shoulders, looking up at the stage with a similar excitement in his unique almost electric blue orbs.

Steve let out a small breath of relief as Theo shuffled him to stand at the front, sacrificing his own body to be on the receiving end of all the pushes and shoves.

Most would probably just assume Theo was an Alpha anyway, all the mixing of scents made it incredibly hard to identify anyone’s sub-gender- Theo’s unusual body build just made stranger’s have a harder time trying to categorise him. Besides, Theo’s scent was so subtle that it was only if your nose was against his skin, that you could detect that addicting smell identifying him as Omega. Though of course, Bucky was incredibly sensitive to Theo’s smell as his Alpha- a connection Steve would never understand as a dud.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, Mr. Howard Stark!” A woman cheers, ushering the famous Stark onto the stage. Howard enters with a wide obnoxious smile, kissing the female announcer before pushing her away. Very old-school Alpha.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, what if I told you that in just a few short years, your automobile won’t even have to touch the ground at all.” Howard inquires, and a few female Beta’s wearing velvet blue, red and white American coloured dresses help take the wheels from a car on stage.

“Yes. Thanks, Ladies.” Howard tips his head at the lady helpers, “With Stark robotic reversion technology, you’ll be able to do just that.” He turns on the switch to his machine and the car starts to magically hover off the ground. Everyone is silent and wide-eyed at the display.

“Holy cow.” Bucky murmurs in amazement.

Without warning the mechanisms holding the car in the air start to malfunction and the car falls back onto the stage.

“I did say a few years, didn’t I?” Howard chuckles, the crowd laughs.

“Hey, Steve, what do you say we…” Bucky pauses as he sees the empty space in front of Theo. Theo follows his gaze, a surprised expression on his face as he realises Steve managed to slip from Theo’s arms without him noticing.

Looking around, the two of them push against the flow of the crowd in order to reach the recruitment/ enlisting office, where no doubt Steve had wandered off to. Theo’s keen sense of smell only confirmed their suspicions as they escaped from the large crowd, making it easier to track that almost rotten scent of Steve’s.

With their uniforms still on, Bucky and Theo received a few head nods and smiles as they moved around the recruitment centre with ease. Bucky sighed as he saw Steve standing on the height measurement scale. Standing in front of a mirror but he’s far too short to fill out the body projected.

“Come on.” Bucky ushered, guiding Steve toward the exit of the centre. “You’re kind of missing the point of a pack activity. We were going to go dancing.”

Steve shakes his head, “You two go ahead. I’ll catch up with you.” Steve states, his eyes drifting back to the centre.

“You’re really gonna do this again?” Bucky sighed.

“Well, it’s a fair. I’m gonna try my luck.” Steve shrugs.

“As who?” Bucky lightly snaps, “Steve from Ohio? They’ll catch you. Or worse, they’ll actually take you.” Bucky ends, his voice softening as Steve’s eyes drift to the ground.

“Look, I know you two don’t think I can do this.” Steve states, his quiet voice cracking slightly.

“This isn’t a back alley, Steve.” Theo adds, his eyes sympathetic.

“It war!” Bucky corrects.

“I know it’s a war. You don’t have to tell me.” Steve states.

“Why are you so keen to fight? There are so many important jobs.” Bucky inquires, raising an accusing eyebrow.

“What am I gonna do? Collect scrap metal…” Steve trails off.

“Yes!” Bucky exclaims, throwing his hands in the air. His frustration was beginning to effect the strangers around him as he unknowingly was emitting his scent in strong waves- trying to get Steve to submit to his ideals.

“…in my little red wagon.” Steve finishes his sentence.

“Why not?” Bucky asks, worry in his expression.

“I’m not gonna sit in a factory, Bucky.” Steve mumbles.

“I don’t…” Bucky trails off as Theo gives his shoulder a squeeze, Bucky looks around him, noticing the wary strangers walking around their small pack. He sighs, reaching up to squeeze Theo’s hand in reassurance. Calming him also in the process, his scent thinning out.

“Buck, come on!” Steve pleads, “There are men laying down their lives. I got no right to do any less than them. That’s what you don’t understand. This isn’t about me.” Steve states with strong conviction. A sad smile makes its way onto Theo’s face.

“Right. Cause you got nothing to prove.” Bucky mumbles.

“Come on, Sarge. Aren’t we going dancing?” Theo voices, giving a nod to Steve. Steve’s eyes widen in surprise at Theo’s sudden change of thought, he returns the nod discretely while Bucky looks Theo’s way.

“Yeah, yeah.” Bucky rolls his eyes, “Don't do anything stupid until we get back.” Bucky orders Steve.

Steve grins, “How can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you.”

“You’re a punk.” Bucky states shaking his head, leading himself and Theo away from the centre.

“Jerk.” Steve mutters, “Be careful. Don’t win the war till I get there!” He calls out to them. Theo looks back at Steve, waving him off, Steve rolls his eyes returning to the recruitment centre’s entrance.

“Sounds like they’re playing our song.” Bucky comments with a cheeky smile. Theo hits his shoulder lightly.

“You say that all the time.” Theo retorts, pressing his lips to Bucky’s before the Alpha could respond. Bucky smiled into the kiss, rocking them side-to-side as the music guided his steps. Lost in a little corner of the dancing hall, away from prying eyes.

“You know…” Bucky starts, “I’m beginning to think you’re not on my side anymore.”

Theo hums, allowing the Alpha to finally dig his nose against Theo’s neck and draw in as much of that vanilla scent as the sergeant wanted.

“I’m sorry…” Theo trailed off, “I know it’s a bad idea- it’s just…”

Bucky pulls away, a concerned expression littering his face, “What? What is it?”

Theo shakes his head, “I know it sounds crazy, but- I swore I saw Sarah right besides him.”

Bucky blinks at the unexpected answer before chuckling, “You are crazy.”

Theo scowls playfully, “Careful choosing your next words, Barnes, I’m not above giving you a concussion.”

Bucky hums, hugging the tall Omega even closer to his person, “That must make me even crazier for loving you.”

Blinking his eyes sluggishly open, Theo groaned at the throbbing of his skull, trying to rub his forehead which seemed to be the source of his irritation. However, his arms did nothing of the sort- instead it sent Theo into panic as he took in his surroundings. Arm and legs strapped to a metal table, Theo’s memory snapped into place as he remembered the mission his squadron was sent on.

“Awake, I see?” A voice chimed. “You know, I’ve never come across someone an Omega as extraordinary as you. You’re quite the anomaly.”

Theo’s head snapped toward the direction the voice emitted from and he glared at the short Beta speaking to him. “Let me out of here!” Theo hissed, pulling at the restrains tying him down.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that. You’re far too intriguing for me to simply throw away.” The Dr. stated, “For whatever reason, you were born bigger and stronger than the average Omega. Thankfully for me- it means you are far more resistant than all the others. Your body has already accepted the serum-“

“Where’s Bucky?!” Theo interrupted.

The Dr. hummed, “Sergeant Barnes. Your Alpha?” Zola inquired. Theo snarled at the short man.

“If you hurt a hair on his head-“

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.” Zola stated, adding to the notebook in his hands.

“Sedate him. Let’s move him to the main lab, there seems to be something else inside him which-“ An explosion goes off, shaking the building and Zola cuts himself short before pressing his lips together. “Get him out of here. Evacuate him now. I need him.”

“Did it hurt?” Bucky voices randomly, stumbling behind Steve on his own. Slowly regaining his consciousness, but his focus was mainly on the fact Steve was so damn tall all of a sudden, and smelling like apple pie.

“A little.” Steve shrugged, looking down the hallway and checking the coast.

“Is it permanent?” Bucky asks.

“So far.” Steve answers, motioning for Bucky to follow.

At the sight of Zola, Bucky growls, unable to stop himself as rage filled his person. “Where is he?” He yells.

Zola gives him a crooked smirk, “Alive.” Was all he said.

“Captain America! How Exciting! I’m a great fan of your films. So Dr. Erskine managed it after all. Not exactly an improvement, but still impressive.” Johann rants, head of Hydra.

Steve punches him in the face without hesitation. “You’ve got no idea”

“Haven’t I?” Johann leaps forward, aiming a punch at Steve but the Captain protects himself with his shield. As they fight, Zola pulls a leaver and the catwalk they are standing on retracts to either side, separating them both.

“No matter what lies Erskine told you, you see I was his greatest success!” Johann exclaims, peeling off the skin on his face to reveal that he is the Red Skull.

“You don’t have one of those, do you?” Bucky asks quietly.

“You are deluded, Captain. You pretend to be a simple soldier, but in reality you are just afraid to admit that we have left humanity behind. Unlike you, I embrace it proudly. Without fear!” The Red Skull states, stepping into an elevator with Zola at his side.

Despite Johann’s words, one major difference between them was Steve’s Apple Pie scent. The Red Skull smelt like nothing. He was no longer an Alpha. He indeed, like he said, had left his humanity behind.

“Then how come you’re running?” Steve argues as the elevator door closes. Sighing, the Captain directs Bucky to the stairs, “Come on, let’s go. Up.”

Steve and Bucky find a beam that’d get them to the other side of the Hydra base, toward the way out. If they want to escape, they had no other option but to cross.

“Let’s go. One at a time.” Steve advises, letting Bucky go first. Bucky reaches the other side but the metal beam collapses afterward, leaving Steve stranded.

“Gotta be a rope or something!” Bucky yells to Steve over the sound of the roaring fire of explosions beneath them.

“Just go! Get out of here!” Steve shouts back.

“No! Not without you!” Bucky states, and Steve sprints to the edge, jumping over the chasm of flames.

Returning to camp, cheers surrounded the survivors of the one-o-seven. It should be a time to celebrate, and for Steve’s sake it definitely was, but Bucky could only hope he’d be able to return Steve’s smile when he faced him next, despite how fake it would be.

But when Steve did, when Steve turned his head to his side, looking down at the now shorter Alpha- his smile vanished in seconds. Bucky had lost Theo, obviously there was still hope for the Omega. He was alive, Zola had said so himself. But what did that mean? What did that mean for Theo?

Bucky’s expression was dull, he looked like he barely had a will to continue. Bucky’s bright blue eyes, Theo often described them as diamonds- had shattered, they were now a shadowed grey, lifeless.

Steve felt conflicted. As a Alpha-dud, his pack was with Bucky and Theo. Normally he’s consider Theo his Omega as well, but with his sudden development into an Alpha- Steve felt that Peggy was now his Omega, his pack.

Although he never claimed Theo, the Omega’s neck still had Bucky’s bite. They had a connection Steve never understood. They could read each other and speak without words. Even feel each other’s pain to an extent.

Steve didn’t know what to do, Bucky would never return to his previous self unless they found Theo alive and returned to the camp, Steve had heard of stories about Alpha who’d lost their counterpart- none of them ended well.

Steve joins Bucky at the bar counter, the background was filled with everyone’s singing of joy. Bucky however looked like death himself, skin pale and with more than his usual stack of alcoholic beverages in front of him.

“See?” Bucky slurred, a smile on his face as he looked at Steve. But it didn’t reach his eyes. “I told you. They’re all idiots.”

“How about you?” Steve asked softly, still not used to acting or behaving like an Alpha. “You ready to follow Captain America into the jaws of death?”

Bucky snorts as he chugs another glass empty. “Hell no. That little guy from Brooklyn who was too dumb to run away from a fight. I’m following him.” Bucky stated, leaning heavily against the table top. “But you’re keeping the outfit, right?”

“You know what? It’s kind of growing on me.” Steve replies.

The singing in the bar stops as Peggy rounds the bar in a tight fitting, deep-red dress heading straight toward Steve. Both Steve and Bucky stand up in acknowledgement.

“Captain.” Peggy greets, Bucky sniffles his nose at her scent. After bonding with Theo, all the other Omega’s smelt too sweet or not sweet enough.

“Agent Carter.” Steve responds with a small smile.

“Ma’am.” Bucky nods.

“Howard has some equipment for you to try. Tomorrow morning?” Peggy suggests.

“Sounds good.” Steve agrees.

“I see your top squad is prepping for duty.” Peggy comments, looking over briefly at the drunk group of men singing to their hearts content. She frowns a little.

“You don’t like music?” Bucky voices.

“I do, actually. I might even when this is all over, go dancing.” She shrugs.

“Then what are you waiting for?” Bucky snorts turning back to face the bar.

“The right partner.” Carter answers without hesitation. “0800, Captain.”

“Yes, ma’am. I’ll be there.” Steve nods, waving goodbye as the agent walked off. Bucky grumbled under his breath as the agent left.

“We’re not going to give up, Buck. We’ll find him.” Steve promised

“You are failing!” The Red Skull screamed in Zola’s face, his expression was of nothing but pure rage. Practically roaring at the scientist with unhinged emotion.

Captain America and the Howling Commando’s had destroyed many of Hydra’s bases. Fuelled by winning the war and finding their lost Omega friend.

“We are close to an offensive network that will shake the plant. And yet we are continually delayed, because you cannot outwit a simpleton with a shield!” Red Skull growls. And Zola’s short stature shrunk even further at the intimidating and threatening stance the Red skull was loaming over him with.

“This is hardly my area of expertise. I… I merely develop the weapons. I… I cannot fire them.” Zola explains quickly, looking for any excuse to save his life and the continuation of his beloved work/ experimentations.

“And your experiment, Doctor? What of the Omega?” Johann asks.

“It will take more time. But I believe he’ll be a great asset.” Zola assures. “I haven’t an answer yet, but his blood has fused with some sort of power source, something that he looks to have been born with. I believe I can harness that power, given more time. Something is obstructing its full release and capabilities-”

Johann interrupts with a sigh, “Finish your mission, Doctor. Before the American finishes his. And make sure your little experiment is safe from his hands. Move the Omega to our more… secluded bases of operation.”

“Yes, sir.” Zola bows, glee in his eyes at the thought of his most upcoming experiment.

1953.

“Wake him.” The head doctor and scientist of Hydra orders, “The soldier’s having another fit.”

A low hissing noise fills the room as the ice-cold chamber melts in seconds, releasing a wave of steam into the room which blinded the group of anxious scientists for mere moments before exposing the resting form waiting within.

“Asset?” The doctor calls, standing a clear distance from the cylinder.

Not a second later and a black combat boot slams onto the ground, hands at the edge of the cyro-freezing chamber for support.

“Ready to comply.” The monotone voice of Theo whisks into the air, sending shivers down the doctor’s spines, Alpha or not- He was intimidating, that was a fact. The Alpha’s in the room stared at him wide-eyed, he was not the typical Omega at all. There was no doubt in their minds why he was paired with the Winter Soldier.

He was tall for an Omega; taller than most Beta’s and even Alpha’s- his height grew more as the serum began it’s work. Moving him from barely 5’10, to 6 foot. His body was fit, muscles spread across his entire body from years of training and discipline.

A quite apparent/obvious change in the Omega however was his hair, what was once midnight black strands of hair are now as white as freshly fallen snow. His electric honey golden eyes now a unnaturally glowing orange.

A blood red tattoo was branded onto the side of his neck, the symbol Hydra had also printed onto the Soldier’s metal arm. On the Asset’s neck was the recognisable red star of their cause, large and covering the majority of skin like a virus.

The head scientist nodded to the few soldiers’ in the room, and they wordlessly pulled Theo’s arms in front him and placed reinforced cuffs around his wrists. Without warning the shoved him forward, he stumbled just very slightly, easily able to catch himself and shift to walking in any direction they wished for him to go.

The walk was mostly a silent one, but everyone was rigid and tense with anticipation. While the Omega was restrained, he could, if he so wished, overpower many of the soldiers escorting him- even with the inhibitors restricting that uncontrolled power of his. Something which years ago, the Red Skull was becoming obsessed in finding the true source of.

Opening the door, random to the many lining the hallway, there inside was an empty confined room, the Asset was directed to a chair. Which he obediently took a seat upon, and as instructed- he simply waited. The mixture of doctor’s, scientist’s and soldiers hurriedly left the room, and Theo was left with his arms still stuck together in front of him by those specialised cuffs as the room delved into a darkness at the slamming of the cell door.

But he didn’t have to wait very long before loud shouts, orders and shuffled movement filled the end of the hall before approaching closer and closer with the sound of a struggle, then a body was thrown into the room, tossed harshly to the concrete before Theo’s feet as the door slamming after this stranger.

The man looked wild, his eyes flickering all over the place and his hair matted due to lack of grooming. His eyes pierced Theo’s causing his body to freeze in alert, but at the simple smell of Theo’s scent, the Soldier approached the cuffed Omega more confidently- more needy.

The soldier buried his nose to the Omega’s neck, finding the vanilla scent addictive, familiar and safe, despite missing all the memories associated with this person. The Asset’s eyes remained staring ahead, unfocused and dull like a robot. His posture was slumped and mouldable as the Soldier roughly pushed his head to the side, trying to gain as much access as possible to the gland before biting down on it.

Orange orbs narrowed at the pain and flickered over to meet the Alpha’s, earning a low growl from him. The soldier was animalistic, practically drooling as he sucked desperately at the taste of vanilla, it acted as a sort of medicine and calming agent.

The serum had increased the Soldier’s height as well, from 5’10 to 6 foot 2. His build overall was a lot bigger and more combat ready than the Asset’s muscular but lean one. Even with the enhancement of his body, Theo’s Omega genes still made his bones more brittle, light and fragile- physically stronger than an average Alpha but weaker than someone like the Soldier, especially when the Alpha had the aid of a vibranium man.

The Soldier’s metal fingers tightened their hold on Theo’s head of white hair, warning the Omega to back down; Theo reluctantly shifted his gaze back to the wall behind the Alpha.

Pulling at the Asset’s like a rag doll, the Soldier knocked over the wooden chair and dragged the Omega onto the concrete floor before shifting his body over Theo’s, trapping him to the ground.

The Asset couldn’t do anything to move, his hands were restrained and his legs were stuck on either side of the Alpha’s waist, he couldn’t kick the Soldier even if he wanted to. A low purring-like sound left the Alpha’s lips as he rested his ear against Theo’s chest, listening to the relaxing sound of the Omega’s steady and slow heartbeat.

He was stuck there for an hour before the Hydra soldiers waiting outside deemed it safe enough to quickly shoot a sedative at the Winter Soldier and remove the Alpha from the cell and back to his cyro-chamber.

Men rushed into the room upon noting the Soldier had been lured into deep and rare rest, most likely he’d be dragged first to the brainwashing chair the Asset knew all too well.

Theo was then hauled to his feet and ushered back into the Doctors lab. He was told to lie against the metal table, and without hesitation, Theo did as told. Robotically slipping onto the table and allowing his cuffs to be removed cautiously, before immediately being replaced with the inbuilt restraints into the table itself.

All precautionary, as Theo would guess he’d lashed out in the past, though he couldn’t recall ever doing so thanks to that memory-wiping chair.

The Doctor shuffled through his notebook and lab report before addressing the additional staff, they carefully cut away at the replaceable Hydra uniform Theo was wearing. Pulling the thin shirt from his body, the staff examined the long cut running down the lower half of Theo’s stomach.

“Good. No issues with healing the incision.” The head doctor commented. “Asset. We have a mission for you.”

2014.

The white-haired assassin fiddled with the familiar cuffs around his wrists, flexing his hands open and closed mindlessly. The Hydra agents seated around in in the van watched him warily as he become more impatient. Theo’s orange orbs flickering lowly around the van as it drove at high speeds, dodging and weaving traffic at the command for reinforcement, Theo was careful not to meet anyone’s eyes, that’d only result in punishment for displaying rebellious tendencies.

Skidding to a very fast stop, one of the many Hydra agents wearing a fake SWAT uniform comes to stand in front of the Asset, he fumbles hurriedly with a small electronic key before unlocking the assassin’s cuffs with a quick scan. The inhibitors were deactivated.

The Asset stands without hesitation and follows the agents out of the back of the van as it’s doors are kicked open, his mask was locked tightly into place and couldn’t be taken off without a similar mechanism to the electronic key that had previously been used by that Hydra agent earlier. It kept the Asset’s identity hidden from people that could identify him as Theo King. But it’s true use was as a muzzle, keeping the Asset from lashing out when they tested on him. Keeping his mouth shut until they wanted otherwise.

Marching up to the black government issued SUV, reinforced no doubt as it was littered with unsuccessful shots at the windows. Nick Fury glanced out the window in fright as the Asset’s form marched closer to his window, quickly he slid over to the passenger’s seat. He was expecting a battering ram. Not some juiced up mercenary with hauntingly orange glowing eyes.

The Assassin pulled his fist back-

“Warning! Window integrity compromised.” Fury’s car system warned, red lights flashing all over the place.

Theo’s forearm erupted into black flame and smoke, which soon died to reveal blackened skin and claw-like nails- it was something demonic looking for sure.

The window shatters as a fist meets it, but it doesn’t brake. Fury looks at the white-haired male with surprise and horror. He had no idea of what he was. But he needed to know who he was. No normal human could smash a reinforced SHEILD SUV with just their fists.

“You think?” Fury panic’s, “How long to propulsion?” He inquires the AI.

“Calculating-“ Another hit to the window, “Window integrity thirty-one percent. Deploying countermeasures-“

“Hold that order!” Fury quickly interrupts. Another hit to the window.

“Window integrity nineteen percent. Offensive measures advised-“

“Wait!” Fury growls. Another hit.

“Window integrity one percent.”

“Now!” Fury orders and without delay a small mini-gun pulls up from the inside of the car and Fury wastes no time using it to return fire on the mercenaries.

The Asset shields his face with his arms. Bullets ripped through the skin on his arms, but never got past the bulletproof armour he had covering his chest. The force of the attack sent him to the ground and by the time the bullets were pushed from his arms as his skin healed- the target was racing away in his car.

“Target on the move.” One of the surviving agents said, speaking into the device on his wrist. “Moving Asset to the Soldier’s location.”

The agent waved over a passing Hydra van, and the Asset took himself a seat. Skin regaining it’s naturally pale tone, it revealed Theo’s arms coated in blood, but incredibly the wounds were already halfway through its healing process.

When the van came to its stop, the doors were opened and Theo jumped from the vehicle, landing effortlessly on the road just as the Soldier detonated the remote explosive he’d shot underneath the target’s SUV.

Fury’s vision was blurry as he recomposed himself, he glanced at his attackers, eyes wide at the new masked threat. And he was shocked to see the white-haired male still alive at all and without indicating pain or injury.

Unclipping his pistol from his belt, the Asset stayed back while the Soldier approached the vehicle, ready for any surprise escape attempts on foot.

Trapped inside his upside down car, Fury watches as the mysterious new threat walked slowly toward him, reloading his gun as he did so. Fury however manages to escape just in time by using a pencil-sized laser to burn open a sewage entrance.

The Soldier rips the damaged door off its hinges with his metal arm, there is however no one inside, prompting him to clip his weapon back into place and return to the Asset’s side as they waited for a pick up.

Not a second later and the same van Theo was on previously pulled up to a stop and the back doors swung open for both of them.

The Asset was promptly ushered back into the van, the Soldier pushing him forward with a hand at the back of his neck. The Asset glared back at the Soldier and his small display of dominance. Entering the van and taking a seat, Theo’s hands were quickly cuffed once more (inhibitors activated) before returning to base.

Mission was a failure.

At his home Alexander Pierce goes to his kitchen, and opens his fridge to pull out a carton of milk. He pauses as he sees the Winter Soldier seated at his table, just barely visible within the shadows, a gun however was very visible as the light shined and reflected off of it, the Soldier pulls it out as Pierce’s Housekeeper calls out to him from the other side of the wall.

“I’m going to go, Mr. Pierce. You need anything before I leave?” She calls out.

“No. Uh…” Pierce pauses as from behind the Solder, and Theo comes into view. “…it’s fine, Renata, you can go home.” He replies.

“Okay, night-night.” She calls in farewell.

“Good night.” Pierce responds, his eyes never leaving the two in front of him. “Want some milk?” He offers as Renata closes the door behind her. The Soldier doesn’t reply, and Pierce certainly doesn’t expect the Asset to either. His mask-like muzzle restricted him physically from saying a word.

“The timetable has moved. Our window is limited. Two targets, Level Six” Piece picks up his glass of milk and joins the Soldier at the table. He stills slightly as he sniffs the air, “Seems like your suppressants are fading, Omega.” Pierce hums, a smile on his face as he shifts his gaze to the Asset. Pierce could feel his inner Alpha groan at the smell and he'll admit that he had a struggle to remain composed in front of the two assassin’s. Theo’s sweet scent of vanilla bean, typically you’d never think to use suppressants on an Omega. It can become incredibly damaging to the body. But it didn’t take long for Doctor’s and Hydra agents alike to realise the serum had altered the smell of his scent.

Zola theorised that because Theo’s body had been changed further, more masculine and Alpha, overall less Omega- his hormones were trying to counteract the imbalance by making his scent more potent. It got to the point where Hydra had no choice but to place the Omega on suppressants in order to stop other Alpha’s from trying to breed with him.

Technically his scent shouldn’t even be as strong as a normal Omega, because he bonded with Bucky. He has an Alpha, so his body no longer has the need to try ‘seduce’ other Alpha’s.

Yet something in the serum made his inner Omega feel un-bonded, the scent was a problem even for mated/ bonded Alpha’s whom should be repulsed by the smell of another Omega- yet this again was not the case.

While on suppressants, only the Soldier was able to still smell Theo’s scent. And that again, was just because they were bonded. Hydra used it to their advantage of course, when either the Asset or Soldier became unstable- it was a simple as putting the two together in the same space.

Swallowing his mouthful of milk, Pierce continued, “They already cost me Zola. I want a confirmed death in ten hours-“ Renata (the housekeeper) walks back into the room, cutting Pierce off.

“Sorry, Mr. Pierce, I… I forgot my phone.” She stammers noticing the two figures in the dark.

Pierce clicks his tongue in annoyance, “Oh, Renata. I wish you would have knocked.” He grumbles, picking up the gun the Winter Soldier had placed on the table and shooting at her without hesitation, killing her in seconds with an experience shot centre of her head.

“Get him some suppressants immediately and be on your way.” Pierce orders the Soldier, Winter nods his head, standing up and disappearing without a trace, Theo following his example.

Reaching HQ, the Hydra agents had a hard time separating the Soldier from the Asset, Winter was snarling, growling and snapping at those that got too close. Theo kept his gaze to the ground, letting the agents drag the Soldier away, much to Theo’s regret as every instinct in his body is screaming at him to stay by the Soldier’s side.

The Asset returned to the Lab, his usual destination within Hydra as the Doctor injects a large dose of suppressants, distributing the shots around Theo’s body. Before examining his body once over before the mission early tomorrow morning.

Inside a bank vault, many Hydra agents move around the chair the Soldier is confined to, fixing his broken arm. The Soldier looks in front of him, eyes blank, mind empty.

“Sir, he’s… he’s unstable. Erratic.” A Hydra scientist warns Pierce as he storms into the bank vault. Rumlow is by his side as they make their way in front of the dazed Winter Soldier.

“Mission report.” Pierce demands. “Mission report, now.” He repeats, a frustrated sigh leaves mouth as the Soldier remains stubbornly silent. Something was obviously plaguing the weapon.

“Where’s the Omega?” Pierce growls, eyes looking around him and daring someone to speak.

“The Asset is still under- it takes time for his body to adjust to the suppressants.” One of the scientists answer.

Pierce growls at the answer, it meant harder control over the Soldier when he became like this.

“The man on the bridge… Who was he?” The Soldier voices, catching Pierce’s attention.

“You met him earlier this week on another assignment.” Pierce answers quickly.

“I knew him.” Winter mumbles.

“Your work has been a gift to mankind. You shaped the century, and I need you to do it one more time. Society is at a tipping point between order and chaos. Tomorrow morning we’re gonna give it a push. But, if you don’t do your part, I can’t do mine, and Hydra can’t give the world the freedom it deserves.” Pierce states, like reading a script said a thousand times previously.

“But I knew him.” The soldier pushed.

“Prep him.” Pierce orders.

“He’s been out of cryo-freeze too long.” A scientist voices.

“Then wipe him and start over.” Pierce hisses, “And while you’re at it, keep the Omega under and send him to Siberia. The Soldier will follow after the mission.” Pierce states.

2016.

Bucky groaned as his eyes open and he regained consciousness, blinking sluggishly for his vision to focus before realising his metal arm was trapped in a huge vice. He tugged at the restraint but his arm didn’t move an inch. Eyes flickering about the place, he concluded quickly that he’d been brought to a warehouse of some kind- Bucky flinched as a helicopter flew overhead, and worry filled him at the thought of being caught yet again.

But then his attention was brought elsewhere when he heard shuffling steps, and in his line of vision was Sam Wilson, leaning against a pillar.

“Hey, Cap!” Sam called out, the raise in volume had Bucky subtly duck down instinctually to hide, were they trying to be caught?

Steve no sooner rounded the corner past Sam and eyed Bucky cautiously as he approached.

“Steve.” Bucky recalled in an exhausted drawl.

Steve clenched his jaw, “Which Bucky am I talking to?”

Bucky paused, face displaying a blank expression as he realised he did remember, or he remembered more than he did before, in fact he remembered that-

“Your mom’s name is Sarah.” Bucky blurted, before chuckling at another memory, “You used to wear newspapers in your shoes…”

Steve almost smiled, “You can’t read that in a museum.”

“And just like that we’re supposed to be cool?” Sam huffed, narrowing his eyes at Bucky but directing the question to Steve.

Bucky frowned, “What did I do?”

“Enough.” Steve stated.

Bucky sighed, lowing his gaze further, “I knew this would happen... Everything Hydra put inside of me is still there. All he had to do was say the goddamn words.”

“Who was he?” Steve inquired.

“I don’t know.” Bucky admitted.

Steve shook his head, “People are dead- the bombing, the set-up- the doctor did all that just to get 10 minutes with you. I need you to do better than ‘I don’t know’.”

Bucky frowned, looking at his feet as he racked through his muddled memory for an answer that would be of actual help, and like a switch he begun remembering.

“He wanted to know about Siberia… Where I was kept. He wanted to know exactly where…” Bucky trailed off, just as confused as the Steve and Sam were.

“Why would he need to know that?” Steve pushed.

Bucky instantly slumped at the answer which came into his head, “Because I’m not the only Winter Soldier.”

Steve and Sam followed Bucky’s action and slumped their shoulders in mild defeat at such an undesirable response, containing Bucky had been difficult on its own- for there to be more…

“Who were they?” Steve eventually asked, taking Sam’s approach to lean against one of the warehouse pillars.

“The most elite death squad, more kills than anyone in Hydra history, and that was before the serum.” Bucky spilled robotically, the information drilled into the depth of his brain.

“They all turn out like you?” Sam voiced.

“Worse.” Bucky whispered, but was still heard.

“The doctor, could he control them?” Steve questioned.

“Enough.”

“(The doctor) Said he wanted to see an empire fall.” Steve quoted.

“With these guys he could do it. They speak 30 languages, can hide in plain sight, infiltrate, assassinate, destabilise- they can take a whole country down in one night and you’d never see them coming.” Bucky spoke in a monotone, cringing at the information popping up into his head as he spoke.

Sam ushered Steve closer to him for a private conversation, Bucky wasn’t bothered to listen to them, more so his head was flashing quickly with random memories that didn’t seem to be in any order, it wasn’t until one in particular enter his head that Bucky jolted at his instincts flaring to life, he still had an Omega to find.

Theo awoke with a sharp gasp of air, as pain radiated from his chest, he reached quickly to place pressure upon the wound, a gunshot through-

“You know, you should be dead.” Someone drawled in an exhausted tone. “That went right through your heart.”

Theo’s eyes flashed to the source, seeing an familiar face looking right back at him, someone he’d seen and read about in Hydra files, but had yet to ever meet in person (in a likely assassination). Eyes drifting to the environment around them, Theo concluded that the Hydra base was no longer in function, a sigh of relief almost left his lips as he spotted the dead bodies still within their cryo-chambers, that elite death squad scared him- the stories of their strength even against someone like his Alpha, the Winter Soldier.

“Hey-“ Theo’s eyes darted back to the wounded man, “What’s your name?”

“I’m the Asset.” Theo responded cautiously in a low robotic tone as he pushed himself out of his own cryo-chamber, landing with stumbling unsteady feet thanks to that blood-loss.

“You’re Hydra.” The stranger realised, “You look so young…”

Theo said nothing to the man, deciding instead to stumble in the direction of the other cryo-chambers around the corner, needing to confirm they were permanently gone to the world.

“They’re dead.”

“I know.” Theo responds, eyes lingering over the bodies without glowing orange souls.

“Hydra’s gone, kid.” The man shares, “They’ve been gone a while.”

“Did the Soldier survive?” Theo asks.

Tony Stark goes rigid at the question, rage fuels him quickly before leaving just as fast- “I’m not sure.”

Theo nods with a sigh that caught Tony off guard, “Why?” He blurted, curiosity getting the better of him.

Theo frowns, crossing his arms tightly to his chest, “That’s my Alpha.”

Tony was shocked, “You’re Omega?”

“Yes.” Theo confirmed.

Tony clears his throat, pushing away the many questions swarming in his head, “What’re you going to do now?”

Theo thought about the question, knowing that the Stark was only asking to make sure Theo didn’t intend on continuing Hydra’s legacy, Theo didn’t have much to say, he didn’t even know where to start- his only memories were of Hydra and nothing but.

“I don’t know.” Theo admitted, the Winter Soldier needed him more than Theo needed to see the Soldier, Alpha’s relied on Omega once bonded- whereas Theo could last a lifetime without his Alpha- especially considering he didn’t have any feelings for the brute, or at least, none that he remembered.

Tony bit his lip in thought, “Do you know where they kept their research files? I might be able to find more on you that way…”

Theo hesitated before nodding and guiding the limping billionaire through the facility.

“You are a lot less hostile than, Barnes.” Tony commented, spotting Theo’s confused expression he corrected himself, “Sorry, the Soldier I mean.”

Theo eyed the man before continuing down a narrow hallway.

“Just as quiet though.” Tony sighed.

Tony frowned, “Why haven’t you killed me?”

“I haven’t been assigned a mission or given orders.” Theo stated, “And you do not pose any threat to me.”

Tony scrunched his face up in offense, but silently agreed with the Hydra weapon whom he just now noticed, was no longer clutching at the bullet wound- that would certainly give the Omega an advantage. Added with the fact that Tony had discarded his broken suit back in the control room. Theo also had a good height and muscle advantage as well.

Entering the filing room, Tony darted to the old computer running on fumes. Fingers dancing across the keys, Tony seemed to find the code for the file he wanted- or two, considering he first went to the cabinets to the left before collecting another file to the right.

Dragging a stool over to a desk, which Tony cleared with the sweep of his arm, he opened the first file.

“Theodore King, a medical officer in one-o-seven squadron. Class: Omega. 18 years old upon capture- seems like someone lied about their enlistment age…” Tony mumbled. “… You’re enhanced.”

Tony turned to face the assassin, “Mind telling me what you can do?”

Theo frowned but released the sensitive information after reminding himself that Hydra was compromised if not completely destroyed, “I’m not sure how to explain it.”

“Try for me, kid.” Tony insisted.

Theo sighed, leaning against the edge of the desk Tony was occupying, “Imagine there are two… worlds on top of each other- both existing at the same time.”

“Like alternate dimensions?”

“No. Most people can either be in one world or the other-“

“Most?”

“Well that’s my enhancement. I walk on both.”

“Okay, tell me more about this other world, is it dangerous?”

“It can be, if I let it.” Theo frowned.

“Ok, and can you take anyone there?” Tony asked.

“Well yes, sort of.” Theo mumbled, “I’d have to kill you.”

Tony froze at such words, but relaxed at Theo’s lack of movement, he then put together all the pieces Theo had given him, “Wait- you’re telling me, you can interact the with dead?”

Theo grimaced at the description but nodded, “Yes.”

Tony pursed his lips before looking to Theo with a rather serious expression.

“I want you to prove it.”

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