Keep My Secret- Stucky/OC
By RissaRarity
A/B/O fic
👉🏻Chapter word count: 11,205
🌶 18+ readers discretion advised
(Unprotected p/v sex, dom Steve, choking, praise kink, threesome, poly, Heat, mating instincts)
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CHAPTER ONE - THAT TIME IN SPACE (Prism + Steve)
SUMMARY: When their ship crashlands, Bucky, Steve and Prism must await rescue. This unscheduled detour makes her suppressants wear off and she is forced into a heat for the first time in years. Something thought to be dormant wakes in Bucky, the alpha he was forced to be under Hydra's command takes over and makes him pursue the omega.
Frenemies-though more often than not more like enemies- Prism and Steve must put their differences aside to keep her safe until her heat is over or rescue arrives.
(Heat smut with plot yall)
Damn it!" Steve growled as the fuzzy transmission signal died. "They can't get us for another week."
"A week?!" Prism's heart dropped. This was supposed to be a three day mission tops. She wasn't prepared for this.
"That's what I fuckin said, isn't it?!" he hissed, getting a glare.
"Look we aren't happy have to deal you either." Bucky replied gruffly.
She turned her glare on him and was met with his infamous dead eyed stare.
Priz flinched as Steve stormed by in a rage, unleashing it on some near by alien tree looking plants.
The betas let the Alpha blow off steam for a while until Bucky spoke up, "If you're done, we could use some help setting up camp."
Steve glared at the crashed spaceship they arrived in. "Couldn't help us land without destroying everything, you weak bitch?" he spat while she unloaded some boxes.
"It was already too damaged to function, you're lucky my force field was enough to keep us safe in that hellish atmosphere and from exploding upon impact! We'd be dead if it wasn't for me!" she growled with such ferocity both the males looked taken back, knowing what she said was true.
Truth be told, she was a bit worse for wear. With her long term blockers wearing off, her powers hadn't been on full and would only get weaker until after her oncoming heat cycle was over.
She didn't how know she was going to handle hiding it with these two here. This planet seemed devoid of life, at least ones like them, so she only had to worry about Bucky and Steve.
But they were quite a thing to worry about.
Especially with her powers slowly fizzling as her Omega hormones slowly reawakened and tried to make her vulnerable.
She needed to dig in her heels and assert herself for as long as possible while she figured out what to do. Getting them to want to stay away from her seemed like her best hope.
Priz didn't seem aware, but she'd had a nosebleed since they landed, evidence that it had been quite a feat for her to save the ship.
Steve didn't seem to care, but she gained some respect from Bucky when he put it together. Between helping set up shelter, the other beta noticed her flinching to her side a little every now and again.
Again, the Alpha was too caught in his own rage to notice one of his charges was hurt. Even if neither were his, he was still Captain and the only Alpha. He was supposed to care about the team, and while he did care for Bucky on the rare occasion it was needed, he seemed to ignore the female.
Even Beta's healed better with help, but Bucky had never once heard Prism ask for anyone's assistance. He assumed healing quickly was part of her magical abilities but he was beginning to wonder if he was wrong.
"I'm gonna go pee. Stay here, will ya?" she asked after trying to mask an especially hard wince.
"Like I care what you do. Just go, Priz." Steve didn't look up as he started a fire in the pit he'd built.
Neither noticed Bucky suspiciously follow behind her at a safe distance. For a beta, she always was pretty shit at detecting when she was being followed.
A fair distance away, further than she'd have gone just to pee, she looked around before slowly lifting the side of her shirt.
A long strip of metal was imbedded in her ribs with only an inch or so sticking out. "Shit shit shit shit." She hissed as she assessed the injury.
Bucky squinted past her blood covered skin to see the shard, opting to pull out his high tech binoculars now that he knew his suspicions were correct.
She pushed her back against a tree and slid down it, reaching into her utility belt for a little first aid kit.
"Ugh this is gonna be bad." She got lightheaded as she stuffed a cloth into her mouth and grabbed the metal.
The other beta watched with wide eyes as she slowly and carefully pulled the shard from her side, screaming into the gag with tears coming down her cheeks.
She pulled air harshly through her nose as she bandaged the wound, finding a cracked rib the hard way, a fresh scream into the gag.
Unbeknownst to her, distress was rolling off her in waves that Bucky nearly responded to instinctively as a nearby and relatively friendly beta.
His vibranium arm gripped a tree trunk to remind himself she wanted to do this herself or she'd have come to them- or more likely him- for assistance.
He doubted she'd ever ask Steve for any help, even on deaths door. And he couldn't blame her.
Her face was pale and clammy when she finished and cleaned the blood off her skin, revealing heavy bruising across her right side.
She took the gag out and repacked the first aid kit with slightly shaking hands, leaning her head back against the tree and breathing heavily through the pain.
Bucky frowned as he watched her pant and blink pitifully for a few seconds before both of their heads snapped back toward camp as the alpha used the team bond to call them back.
Prism wiped her face and slid on a mask of indifference, heading toward camp as Bucky silently scurried away to not get caught.
--
That night, as Alpha, Steve took first watch while the betas laid down by the fire to sleep. He sat atop the cliff above camp for a good vantage point.
Bucky laid a little far from the fire on his side, lifting his arm to the other beta, offering to spoon with her to help her heal.
The simple nearness of a friendly beta would aid with her pain and healing. Most unmated betas would be open to cuddling with friends to help, and this was the first time anyone had ever offered to Prism.
He hid his shock when Priz snickered and laid on the opposite side of the flames, locking her jaw to hide her wince as she laid down. Bucky frowned as a stream of blood came from her nose while she slept.
Why was she determined to drive a wedge between herself and her supposed team mates?
A few hours later, Steve came down to pick what beta would take the next watch. He narrowed his eyes at the dried blood under Prism's nose, noticing for the first time that her side smelled like blood too.
He tilted his head curiously, kneeling down and using his alpha hormones to keep her unaware and asleep - he could just as easily rouse her if he wanted to. It was one of the benefits of being the only Alpha among betas- he could command either of them wordlessly like this. He kept both of them asleep as he knelt beside her and lifted her top a little, surprised to find a deep red bandage surrounded by a large purple bruise that took up most of her side.
Steve clenched his jaw, annoyed that he hadn't picked up on her distress earlier and that Bucky didn't seem to care either. Another beta wouldn't be as helpful as an alpha, but it was better than dealing with it alone.
Letting herself be injured and not speeding up healing was hurting the team too.
But if she was determined to suffer, let her.
She'd come crawling to him when the pain became too much. Begging for his aid.
And he would give it, for the good of the team.
But until then, she was on her own.
After replacing her shirt he carefully wiped her nose then woke Bucky for second watch.
--
The next morning, Priz woke up first and Bucky waved her to the ship to get ready for the day before he would come down from his watch.
She bandaged her side and refreshed herself in the ships luckily still functioning bathroom facilities.
She managed to use her magic to make her clothes clean again, coming out of the ship looking normal other than the slight bags under her eyes.
Bucky came down and they decided to let Steve sleep a while longer. While the beta took his turn in the bathroom, Priz watched over Cap who slept soundly.
When the beta came out, she wiggled her fingers at him, making them glow purple. He took in her spotless appearance and nodded letting her flick her magic at him leaving his clothes like new.
She began to prepare breakfast while Bucky started chopping wood, the sound of witch woke the Alpha at last.
He surveyed the camp and the betas before nodding and going into the ship next.
Steve's shower was military fast and he was back in 10 minutes or less, coming out in his dirty clothes again.
Feeling that it was only fair, Prism approached him seeing him raise his eyebrows expectantly.
"Do you want me to," she wiggled purple fingers, "clean your clothes?"
His expression changed to confusion then surprise but he nodded, letting her do the same to him as she had Bucky and herself.
He didn't thank her, just went and grabbed his breakfast first. Bucky put the axe aside and got his serving next, not wanting to give Prism special treatment like he normally would for an injured teammate- since she clearly wanted to deal with it herself or keep it from Steve; he didn't know witch.
Prism tried not to look disappointed at the meager half portion the super soldiers had left her with.
"You've been meaning to loose a few pounds anyway, right?" Steve clapped her on the back as she passed, missing her slight recoil at his touch.
To cover it, she stuck her tongue out behind his back and took every little bit she could get from the pot.
Bucky glanced down at his full plate and cursed himself for not saving more for her. Now that he could have gotten away with doing and Steve wouldn't have noticed.
She stood while she ate while the men sat beside each other and chatted.
Afterward, she collected the dishes and returned to the ship to wash them. Her stomach growled at her but she growled back. "Suck it up. It's always like this. You know that. I'm not in any shape to challenge Buck for more food. Steve's right, I don't need it." She pinched her flat stomach and frowned. Was she getting fat?
Her chest hurt as she hurt her own feelings, shaking her head.
It's just the blockers wearing off, She tried to tell herself.
She never worried about her weight before, in fact, she'd often been compared to Aphrodite herself in terms of her looks. The tabloids loved getting photos of her and fans adored her.
She wasn't fat, if anything she was on the fit side.
Right?
Stupid Omega thoughts.
-
To save the limited food the did have, Steve told the betas they'd be cutting to two meals a day. Both agreed, but Prism frowned slightly as she'd begun to feel light headed around onePM Earth time.
She redressed her bandage in the ship and ran her fingers lightly over the large bruise on her side, hissing in pain and quickly retracting.
She opted to drink a lot of water- something the ship could synthesize on its own from...natural resources as well as particles found in most planets with sufficient oxygen.
After filling her belly with water she went back outside just in time to watch the Alpha pace back and fourth.
"I can't stand all this waiting. We did our mission and crashed onto a neighboring planet. What are the fucking odds!?"
"Being mad about it isn't going to help anything, Steve." Bucky sounded bored.
"Its not hurting anything either." The alpha countered, glaring.
"It's hurting my head. Why don't you go plow through more trees with another tantrum? That'll at least give us more fuel."
The males gaped at Prism who immediately regretted her words. Bucky jumped to his feet and pushed against Steve who immediately tried to stride over.
"What's you're fuckin problem lately?" he growled, "I don't have to take your shit."
Swallowing her fear to keep up her beta façade she looked up defiantly, "Yes, you do. And you're going to until you learn how to handle your emotions like a mature alpha worthy of leading."
Shit.
Bucky was immediately shoved aside and Steve's long strides carried him over to the slightly shaking female who held his eyes.
"Who the hell do you think you are?!" he growled, picking her up by her neck, ignoring her prying fingers and gasps.
"I'm the only Alpha here. I was chosen to lead this mission. You think you could do better?"
Her reply was lost in gasps.
"Steve, stop it!" Bucky put his vibranium arm on the alphas shoulder.
"No. She needs to be put in her place. That's another thing alphas do."
He harshly threw her sideways into the dirt and kicked her side, sending her rolling in the dirt and whimpering in pain-clutching her already injured side that began to bleed again.
In a flash, Bucky had Steve on the ground with his metal arm around his throat. "Hate to say it, but she's got a point here. Plus, a good alpha would never choke out a non-aggressive beta who, need I remind you, he as Captain is supposed to protect."
"She's fine!" the blonde growled.
"Is she?"
The blood. The bandage.
The alphas eyes grew wide as he remembered her injury from the rough landing that she hasn't mentioned yet.
Bucky released him and they both looked over to where she'd been thrown, finding a few spots of blood left behind. They could hear her coughing and wheezing in the ship and the medkit open.
In the dirt she wrote, Fuck you Rogers.
Guilt flooded him immediately as he realized Bucky was right, and so was Priz. Letting his irritation evolve to rage wasn't helping anyone. And he'd definitely thrown her on her injured side- not that she knew he was aware of it.
Both of their heads snapped over to the ship as the scent of blood and worry leaked from it.
They looked at each other for a second and both headed in. It was easy to follow her scent to the locked bathroom where they could smell both scents were stronger, they could hear her push on her side and try to stop the bleeding.
"Stop stop stop stop..." she muttered, hissing in pain as she put more pressure on it. "Ohhh come on don't make me do this..." her voice was raspy and full of fear like neither of them had ever heard.
They looked at each other in confusion before they heard a lighter be lit.
"Priz, wait!" Bucky knocked on the door. "Let us help you."
"I'm fine. Just a scratch." She rasped again, making Steve flinch.
Bucky nodded and stepped back to let Steve take over. His domineering aura filled the ship, "Prism put that lighter down and open the door." He commanded with his alpha tone.
After a few thick seconds of tense silence, they heard the lighter be placed on the sink, then a few more seconds before the door opened after some shuffling.
She opened it only a crack and touched her bruising throat, "Just a bruise. It's fine. I'm fine. You're a dick though." She croaked at the alpha who's nose immediately told him something was wrong.
He shoved the door open, making her back up until she was pressed against the wall.
"Do you mind? Occupied." She pushed weakly at his chest, flinching as he grabbed the side of her shirt and lifted it. The puncture was bleeding heavily and it stained her shirt a deep red.
"How long were you planning on keeping this from us?" he growled, making her flinch reflexively and cast her eyes down.
"...until it healed."
"Or until you bled out and died." He said harshly, "and what if we'd been attacked? We expect you to hold your own, we can't coddle you. What if Bucky got killed by trying to save you? What if it was your fault Bucky died?"
Bucky looked over the Alpha's shoulder, horrified that he'd sling that at her. Her chest hurt, feeling tight as the last of the blockers wore away and his words cut deep.
Her eyes teared up and she dropped her chin to her chest, cowering from her Alpha who stood with his fists balled.
"Ever think to ask why I would rather die than ask you for help? Why I would rather live in silent agony than come whimpering to you?" she coughed as she tried to speak louder.
"Its shit like that. You maybe a great leader, a great captain..." she gasped, clutching a cloth to her side. "But you're a bad alpha."
His eyes got wide, mind locking this image in his memory as his body froze.
She ducked under his arm and shakily went to Bucky who immediately took her to lay down, grabbing the med kit from the wall.
Steve stood frozen and watched his friend tend to their injured team mate. He was forgotten about as the betas spoke softly to each other, Bucky crooned at her whimpers that she no longer had the ability to hide without her blockers.
Her change of scent was subtle, too much for the beta to pick up on yet, but Steve could tell something had changed during the day.
Instead of being the leave me alone, I'm fine person she usually was after a tough fight, she eagerly accepted his aid. Not just his combat medic abilities but his presence. It was common for unmated betas to stick together for the most part, cuddling was a common way for them to bond and it helped them heal faster.
She'd never allowed this before. Medical care sure but she was letting Bucky spoon with her on the couch, keeping her injured side up. He lightly covered her cracked rib with his arm he stretched over her waist.
The look in her eyes was changing too - gentler, docile, trusting.
Neither of them noticed the air grow tense around the alpha still watching from the corner of the room- what the fuck is wrong with Priz?
Her scent was getting sweeter as Bucky had casual conversation with her, lips close to her ear.
While it wasn't uncommon for unmated betas to have sex with each other for fun-there was no risk of accidental mating- it was odd that Bucky's pheromones flooded the air this way. Then again, Buck was nearly dominant enough to be an alpha if he cared a bit more so it could be a result of that.
Because what Steve witnessed definitely looked and felt like early courting measures.
But they're both betas...right?
Getting an idea, he returned to the bathroom and opened the bathroom mirror compartment revealing a blood testing machine with swabs. He wiped her blood from the doorway and inserted the swab.
Within seconds the small screen gave him the highlights of the result: O - Female, slightly elevated hormones: possibly a rush from hormone blockers or stress.
His eyes grew wide as he re-read it again. O - female.
Priz was an Omega?!
He'd known her for years and she never gave off any less than bitey Beta. Was it an act? Was it real and she just a bad Omega?
As soon as the question occurred to him his inner alpha scoffed at it. Fun. She was fun.
He shook his head and closed the mirror, coming back into the room to find Prism had fallen asleep in Bucky's arms.
"Does she smell...different to you?" Steve asked, trying to get him to notice. With how Naturally Bucky's hormones reacted to the new ones the female was putting out, he knew the physical attraction part at least was real. His body knew but his brain missed the info.
She might be the first Omega he'd gotten a whiff of since being freed from Hydra- they were exceedingly rare.
Bucky gave a questioning look and bent his nose down to her neck, both noting how even in her sleep she bared her throat obligingly.
His pupils dilated as he inhaled, eyes snapping to Steve again.
"She's...did you know?"
"Only a few minutes before you." He pointed to the bloody bathroom.
"What do we do?"
Steve considered their current position, the pheromones cleared now that Bucky had returned to his senses but his touch would still help her, more than beta to beta, even.
Omegas were considered easily rechargeable, in terms of healing. Though an alpha would still be ideal, Bucky could pass as one when he wanted to - he'd fooled enemies before.
"Take it one day at a time until help arrives. Keep each other in check."
Bucky gulped and nodded, closing his eyes and flaring his hormones to alpha level. The air tensed between the two alphas.
"I'll guard outside but I'm keeping an eye on this."
He gestured to the two of them.
"She's not even in heat yet, I'm fine. Let me help her like a good alpha and get out."
Steve was taken back by the growl, chest hurt a little at the insinuation. He knew an unmated, injured omega would bring out the worst in both of them as they wouldn't be able to help but fight over her in little ways.
Swallowing his pride, Cap nodded and left the ship wreck to patrol.
On some level, it killed him to give up the omega to a beta but the fact that it was Bucky made it not so bad. Now that he knew Prism was an omega, so many moments in their past felt different now.
He could truly see why she called him what she did. The most hurtful words an omega can say to an alpha. He should be the first person she goes to when injured but the fact that she actively tried to keep it from him to suffer alone was an absolute gut punch.
Why would an omega put herself through being an active duty Avenger? The constant presence of countless alphas working at the tower?
Now he understood why she hated attending meetings and was always trying to convince Tony to have them in the residential conference room instead of high in the sky.
He wondered if Tony knew about this. Bruce clearly knew because long term blockers were unavailable to the general public.
Knowing what he did now, he gained a lot more respect for her as he saw her though the omega lens.
"I've got them!" Prism lunged to head toward the cowering children while the building they hid under swayed.
"There's no time! Too far away." He grabbed her arm.
Her eyes glowed with passion, fists displaying silver and pastel colored magic. "I've. Got. Them." She bit, fading into white smoke to get out of his range then flying over to them, throwing a forcefield out with both hands as the pieces of building began to splinter and rain down.
"Prism, that building is empty. Only those two." Jarvis told her over coms. Cap caught his ricocheting shield after taking out a couple of enemies and glared as he watched her disobey orders.
The children cried while she dodged the falling debris and made it to them, yelping slightly here and there as she got closer. She landed on the ground between them and covered them in a dome of a forcefield just before the entire building fell down around them.
Concerned shouts came out over coms as the other Avengers took notice.
They could vaguely see a shimer of purple light dance under the pipes of office building. "We're okay. We're okay...for now...but...its...heavy..."
"Race for time, guys! Find Priz!" Tony flew down and began throwing the larger pieces of debris.
The team arrived and dug though the ruble, occasionally hearing Prism speak very softly to the children but unable to understand what she said.
Then a big piece of cement slid down a little and a nervous shout came from the coms as Prism's footing slipped a little under the weight, forcing the children closer as the forcefield shrunk.
" You're doing great, Priz. Just hold it for a little bit longer." Tony said over coms.
"I've got it." She sounded strained but determined. Her com picked up one of the kids saying something about her nose but she sushed him.
When they freed the trio, she dropped the forcefield as soon as was safe, eyes damp and distant looking. A little bit of blood dropped from her nose, but she wiped it away.
Cap had seen it though.
A little wobbly on her feet she took a couple of steps toward Tony who flew down to meet her, mask scanning her for injuries.
"T-Tony I feel...weird...I think..." her eyes rolled back and the Alpha caught her before she fell, shifting her to rest against his chest.
"Cap, finish up here please. I'm gonna put this on the charger." He chuckled.
At the time, Steve was annoyed Prism disobeyed orders, overextended herself then had to be evacuated.
Now he realized for the first time why she was so desperate to save those children, why she went against orders to do it.
He also realized he was the last alpha she would turn to. Even under the cover of a Beta she'd shown preference for Tony- if only for family/pack bonds, she at least accepted him and trusted him to look out for her.
Come to think of it, Steve realized he was the only Alpha on the team she bickered with, she had turned to others before but he didn't notice because he never even considered...
He'd always chalked it up to the little fling he and Bucky had occasionally, they weren't official but did enjoy each other's company when on missions together. He thought he was so cold to Priz because his body was accepting Bucky as his Beta, but now that he knew Prism's secret he wanted to treat her as such...he could have both. The ideal triad of A/B/O.
Someday.
He knew he had a lot to make up for to do right by Prism. He felt insanely guilty for how he'd treated her over the years, purposely letting her get tackled on missions, not going easy on her when they spared, the way he'd used her to practice giving alpha commands and belittled her for struggling to fight them.
He felt dirty knowing he'd done those things to an omega. Maybe that was why she'd gotten so good at denying him, something omegas were supposed to not be able to do at all.
She'd adapted and learned a skill thought to be out of her class because he'd mistreated her. Honestly, doing that to a beta without their consent to the practice wasn't seen as much better.
He realized that she wasn't a beta, but a neglected omega forced to adapt to survive- forcing her to live as a beta and taking injections to block her omega hormones and scent.
Was her sharp tongue just a defense mechanism or was she just a bratty omega?
Steve felt dirty as he very much wanted to know. He shook his head and focused on his patrol, and role as protector.
--
A few hours later, Bucky came out to relieve him of his post. Steve calmly entered the ship, feeling his friends slight apprehension as he did so.
Prism's eyes snapped open and she immediately dropped her eyes to his chest.
She got nervous as she watched him shut off all listening devices that recorded conversations.
"I want you to tell me why you mascaraded as a beta." He kept his tone soft.
The omega gave a questioning look. "Y-youre not going to command me to tell you?"
He sighed and shook his head. "I never would have done that to you if I'd known. I wouldn't mess with an omega like that. I'm....I'm sorry, Priz."
She blinked in surprise, flinching as she tried to sit up more on the couch.
Without thinking about it, Steve's chest gave out a rumble designed specifically to comfort an omega.
Her shoulders involuntarily slumped as the sound soothed her brain in a way she'd never experienced.
"Do you...I understand if you don't...d-do you want my help? Like Bucky's but better."
The woman eyed him skeptically and shakily pulled herself to sit up more, patting the other end of the couch. "Only because it hurts so much..."she muttered, grunting as she sat up more to carefully shift herself into Steve's side.
She felt so little as she slumped against him, he realized that when she wasn't puffing herself up to appear beta she was definitely omega sized. Steve dwarfed her and never noticed before because of her snarky tough guy act.
She could pass as a beta under normal circumstances.
He put his arm around her and carefully touched where he knew the wound was. He purred and flooded the room with his alpha pheromones. She visibly relaxed as he did this, previous reservations about it melting away as her blockers had left her completely in omega mode.
"...it does feel nice with you too..." the words seemed to leave her mouth without her permission.
"But better than Bucky faking it, right?" he chuckled slightly, trying not to move too much.
"I meant vs with Thor, Nat and Tony. Honestly you feel very similar to Bucky."
She tensed as he did, rage flickered in him but he choked it down for her sake. Not only had this omega come to every alpha on the team for healing other than him, she was comparing him to a beta.
"What do you mean?" he asked calmly.
"Its not about you, Captain," she added quickly having realized her mistake-Beta tendencies keeping her from referring to him as Alpha. "Part of it is...based on trust and strength of relationship...who's pheromones are ideal. It doesn't mean anything happened between us, even a friendship is a relationship." She knew Steve would feel the same ownership of her as any Alpha that got a whiff of her Omega pheromones, so she made sure to include that, then dropped her chin to her chest, "Bucky may be a beta but when he tries like that, he does pass as an Alpha to both my beta and omega senses."
"So let me guess: Tony is your favorite, then Thor, Natasha, Bucky and me."
"Yes, sir." She cowered slightly in his arm as she feared the wrath she'd usually face as a beta.
Instead he took a choppy breath and rested his cheek on her head, still purring softly. Body instinctively seeking emotional comfort from the omega.
"I really am a bad Alpha, aren't I?" he sounded dejected.
Her heart tightened for a moment. "I was harsh but not untruthful." She flicked her silver eyes to gently meet his blue- submission and mild fear were clear in them, keeping him in check.
His eyes got wet as they met hers.
"But it's never too late to change. Being an Alpha is more than being buff and bossy, you know!" she poked his peck, smiling a little.
Steve let her warm and comforting omega pheromones take hold and turned all his attention to her.
"Buff and bossy am I?" he joked, softly rubbing his cheek on the top of her head to show affection like Alphas only did for Omegas.
"Yes." She giggled, unable to stop the little sound of approval as he did it. This made him relax and smile, helping him forgive himself a little when he made her chirp like that.
"You've got that down. You just need to manage your emotions and use them to fuel the other aspects...like...?" she began, back comfortably leaning against his muscled torso as his touch sped her healing and soothed her pain.
"The first one I'd say would be controlling the situation, but that would probably fall under bossy so...protecting the team, be logical and calm under stress..."
She raised her eyebrows at him, dropping the hint like a sign on the Jumbo-tron.
Steve pursed his lips, recalling all the times he'd been needlessly cruel to Prism, sometimes just verbally and other times physically.
He'd noticed she seemed more wounded by the verbal abuse than anything but it wasn't enough to sate his odd need to be mean to her.
It wasn't all betas, in fact most saw him as an idol and adored him. He was fine with other Alphas most of the time.
But Priz specifically rubbed him the wrong way.
Could he somehow sense her industrial strength hormone blockers that kept her scentless?- somehow make him feel like something was wrong with her?
Thinking about it now, Cap always knew he could trust Prism to protect others and civilians, and give 110% all the time. But would he trust her to have his back?
No.
That's why his mission partner -Beta backup as Tony so jokingly called it- was always Bucky.
Now that he considered that he also realized Prism was usually Tony's beta back up for big missions - since both could fly and had similar abilities.
Did Tony know she was an Omega? Was he keeping her secret? Is that why he never argued more to pair Priz with Steve or Bucky?
Was Tony slowly building a relationship with her in hopes of her being his omega?
Steve clenched his jaw as he shoved the irritation down when he realized the answer was probably yes.
Provided he was right in assuming Tony knew. He tried to stay logical.
But then the thought of him seeking her as his beta were irritating too. This was Steve's first experience with an Omega since Peggy...Peggy.
The first Omega he met was also playing it up and working extra hard to appear a beta. He remembered he'd caught a brief whiff of something while they danced once. She was kind, but tough, confident and eager to prove herself among any company be it as measuring up to any beta there or by being the most beautiful person in the room.
He realized Prism reminded him of Peggy. His long lost love with the heart of a Beta and soul of an omega - she was the ideal of both rolled into one.
Was Prism like that too?
While injured or in heat, she would nearly lose herself to her new Omega urges. He wouldn't know what kind of Omega she was until she was back to normal and blocker free.
Though he was sure she would want them to have Bruce meet them on the landing zone to give her another dose of blockers before they enter the building.
Unless- for a second he considered that he could accept Bucky as his Beta, Prism as his Omega and no one would even notice her at the Compound.
She would be safe.
His brain immediately screamed absolutely not and that would be unfair and unwanted by Prism.
Bucky had- knowingly or not- already expressed an interest in courting her; though Steve doubted the two were versed enough in it to recognize the difference in the pheromone signs vs platonic.
Steve knew mateship couldn't be taken lightly, that's why he hadn't rushed in with Peggy.
Although he wished he had.
But he needed to remind himself that no matter the similarities, Prism was not Peggy.
Besides, he never treated the brunette the way he had the silver haired woman. She was well within reason to feel the way she did about him.
"Who knows about you?" He asked after a long while.
"Bruce designed the suppressants for me specifically, so he knows. I think Tony knows but he keeps yo-yo-ing that fact away from me so I can't be sure but...I really think so."
"So Tony might be knowingly sending an omega into the field. Your blockers wore off at a bad time and I think....I think..." Steve looked at her weirdly, ducking his nose into her the side of her throat.
For the first time ever, Prism arched her back and tilted her head for him-a heavenly sigh came from her throat as her Omega hormones made her respond positively.
As soon as he pulled away, she blushed pushed her hair over her shoulders. "You know that wasn't me..."
He gave an amused smirk, "I know, I know. But it was pleasant. You could be more pleasant to be around."
"So could you!" she growled, reminding him of a puffed up kitten. "I can't stay full omega and be an Avenger. I know I can save more people, I can help. I want to help!" she spoke with passion. "If word got out that I was an Omega I'd have to go I to hiding or try to find a new multiverse. The public would be in an uproar and not trust me, shame the other Alphas on the team for not knowing or accusing them all of knowing." Her voice shook and waves of distress rolled off her. "Social media would freak out, probably claim I get passed from one to the next..."
Steve pressed a kiss to her temple and made comforting sounds in his chest for her, "You're right. While I don't like the idea of sending you back in the field now that I know, I understand why you do it."
"I can help. I can save people. If I can, I should."
He nodded, rubbing his cheek on her again.
"So when we get rescued..." she began, "I'll see if Bruce will meet us on the landing zone with more blockers for you. Buck and I will keep your secret." He finished.
"Its more than that though. You can't suddenly start favoring me on missions. You both need to act like you normally would to deflect suspicion."
She felt his mood drop.
"I don't know if I can."
"You have to, please!" she begged, tugging at his heart strings with her omega tone.
"I'll try. We can always say we finally spent an extended amount of time together and mended some bridges...so the three of us don't have to bicker anymore."
She grinned a little, "Honestly, being a beta is more fun. I like the bickering just...maybe lay off a bit."
"Now that I can promise." He smiled down at her.
--
Over the next few days Bucky began to get more and more agitated as Prism's heat fully started. She did her best to rein it in but after years of avoiding it...she was struggling.
She wanted her suppressants more than either of the two males with her - no matter how much her body disagreed and pleaded with her to just pick one.
Bucky's alpha level pheromones stayed active constantly, making him act every bit an Alpha. He got possessive of Priz and even refused to let her use the bathroom without him in the ship.
She didn't like the wild look in his eyes, the predatory way he sized her up everytime he saw her.
She'd actually begun to gravitate toward Steve, finding his lack of interest in her to be safer and preferable.
One night while she was napping in the ship, feeling like she was burning alive the door opened and she was immediately alert -whimpering.
"Easy, Priz, it's just me. But we gotta go." Steve entered, looking a bit worse for wear.
"Bucky's lost it. He's gone all winter soldier again."
He hastily packed a bag and put it in her arms.
"Unless you want to be forcefully mated by The Winter Soldier I'd suggest you follow me.".
Prism leapt to her feet, flinching as her thighs disturbed the slick that coated her them. Steve flinched too as her scent bloomed now that she wasn't under a blanket anymore.
"I'm gonna make up for the past, I'm gonna keep you safe from him until his rut is over and he's Buck again."
He took her hand without thinking and helped her hustle out of the ship.
"Where is he now?" the alpha pheromones were raging in the air and it was hard to tell Bucky's rut from Steve's natural enhanced ones.
"I knocked him out over there." He pointed into the woods, "He started going feral while talking about you and I couldn't listen to it. I knew he wasn't safe to be around anymore-not right now."
"Its my fault isn't it? M-my heat triggered his rut. But I thought beta's don't get ruts? And you seem fine." She jogged to keep up with his long strides before he sighed and ducked down for her to climb on his back.
Steve ran off into the woods to put as much distance between Bucky and Priz as possible.
"Buck is a special case. He's a beta but the part of him he called the soldat is an alpha. That's why it's so easy for him to pass. In a way...he's both. So his inner alpha responded to your heat until he couldn't take it anymore and took over." He didn't comment on her claiming he was fine.
He felt guilt radiate off the omega on his back, "Its nothing you did wrong, he just hasn't been so effected by an Omega before. I don't think he's even met one since Peggy."
Everyone knew the story of Caps long lost love, who died of old age before Prism joined.
Yet, he found himself very aware of the heat pressed to his back as he carried the omega into the alien forest. This was going to be Steve's first real attempt to be a good alpha, and a big part of that was protecting omegas in danger.
Even if the danger was his best friend.
-
"It's the best way to hide your scent for a while. He's a hunting machine, Priz." The look in Steve's eyes was one of worry and embarrassment.
He was right, of course, the scent of an Omega in heat was one of the most potent and easy to track one's known to alphas. It was ingrained in their biology.
But if her heat were temporarily sated/if she took an alpha her scent would be covered for a short time, taking away Bucky's main lead.
She bit her lip nervously, knowing that it must be serious for Steve to admit he can't win cat and mouse with a beta. He wouldn't mess with her at the cost of his pride.
"You said it yourself, I'm fine. For whatever reason you don't effect me like an Omega usually would. I just want...I..." he ran his hand through his hair, stressed.
He'd never felt like this before but he wanted to protect her, not mate her.
While he couldn't find the words, she could sense that this alpha wasn't responding to her unintentional barrage of fuck me pheromones. She couldn't scent any elevated level of arousal from him at all.
If anything, he seemed reluctant.
That was enough for her to trust him.
But she knew she'd only get worse and harder to move over the next few days. They needed to get some distance between them and the Soldat before that happened.
Sighing, she nodded. "Okay. But once we get back we never speak of this again."
"Never." He agreed , casting his eyes away as she sat up and took the pants of her suit off, her scent bombarding Steve's senses but his only reaction was a half chub.
One look at her open and soaked sex told him she was more than ready. She'd been sitting against the wall with her legs pulled up to her chest and her arms locked around them, forehead on her knees with her eyes closed.
He realized she'd been fighting her own urges. He knew she didn't really want this. Hell, neither did he.
But this was for -probably- his survival and her avoiding being forcefully mated and marked by Bucky.
Steve knelt in front if her.
"Present for me, Omega." He said the magic words that's made any willing omega absolutely drip.
Prism did, getting on her hands and knees facing away from him so her waiting entrance was practically shoved in his face.
After stroking himself a few times to get fully hard, Steve used one hand to push down on her shoulder blades. She gave a compliant chirp and laid on her breasts and cheek, keeping her back arched and important bits in position. "Stay down." He growled in his alpha tone so her heat brain would force her to accept the command; thus, keeping her neck away from him.
"Yes, Alpha."
Steve's chest rumbled as he pressed himself inside until her little body swallowed him whole- inner alpha preening at the submissive mewls of pleasure that left her throat.
He kept a tight reign on himself as he grabbed her waist and started guiding her back to meet his thrusts, his eyes rolled back in pleasure at his first taste of omega pussy. His chest gave a low rumble of approval that made her eagerly meet him, trying to wiggle her hips against him.
"What is it, little one?" he asked, lightly fucking her, the term of endearment falling from his lips naturally. Most of his trepidation melted away as soon as he got the head inside and instinct began to take over.
"I...I want...I want to feel...to..." she blushed deeply, bullet silver eyes shamefully met his crystal blues with half her face pressed into the dirt. Long moonlight hair in a slightly messy Dutch braid that tumbled over her back and shook with each thrust, dangling under her.
She looked beautiful. So submissive and desperate.
"Tell alpha what you need."
He knew. He just wanted to hear her say it. Even given the circumstances, he couldn't be clinical about this like he'd hoped. It was still having sex with an omega in heat, and his inner alpha wanted to enjoy it.
Prism whimpered and tried more to wiggle against him, so he pulled half way out and paused. She let out a long whine and tried to push herself back only for his hands to tighten on her hips and keep her still. "A-alpha..." she looked like she was going to cry.
"Tell me what you need." He repeated, firmly this time.
After another whimper and needy side to side shuffle on her knees she closed her eyes in embarrassment and spit it out. "I need to feel you deep inside me, I want to feel how you stretch me."
A slightly cocky smirk crossed his lips, pride building in his chest as the omega shyly begged for him.
Lizard brain forgetting the current circumstances and that the omega in question was Priz, he shoved into her fully until he was seated as deep as he could go.
She groaned as she slid forward a bit in the dirt, brows knit. "Please...please..."
"You want me to stretch you, huh? Show you how much bigger than you I am? How strong your alpha is?"
She meweled in response, already feeling his head in her lower stomach she was sure was bulging.
He leaned to the side a little, careful not tear her but enough for her to feel how her body adjusted to accommodate him. Her moans got a little louder as he did this, making him pull a little roll of gauze from a little pocket on his suit.
"Can't have that, sorry. We're trying to avoid Bucky not call him." He quickly made a knot in the fabric and tore it into a gag, holding it out for her as he speared her.
"Open." He commanded.
Immediately she obeyed and let him tie the gauze around the back of her head with the knot in her mouth.
Steve gave a couple of experimental thrusts, biting his lip a little as he pushed in firm and slow- each one resulting in a small whimper of pleasure from the beautiful being under him.
"That's a good girl." He grunted, speeding up his deliberate movements while she melted into a moaning, whimpering, sopping wet mess. The echoes of their activities danced against the cave walls as he tried to hold in his own little growls but some slipped through.
His alpha wanted to take his time but Steve knew the sooner it was done the sooner they could get out of there. He didn't love the thought of being holed up in a cave any longer than they had to be; effectively cornered.
He gripped her hips tightly, groaning at how soft and round they were in his big calloused hands; perfect omega his instincts purred.
"Gotta finish up, Priz. Then we've gotta get going." His voice was a little strained as he neared his end, hammering away.
Unable to resist, he grabbed her braid and pulled back on it making her moan into the gag as her head was forced back baring her neck but keeping it out of reach as she stayed planted on her chest.
Prism's face was half covered in dirt, hair messily sticking out on one side by her face. Even still, in the moment, Steve thought she was gorgeous.
He gave a few extra hard thrusts, watching as her body bounced in recoil before burying himself as deep as he could and groaning as his fingernails left crescent marks in her flesh.
Her face crumpled in pleasure as his release triggered hers, making his roll straight into another round of spurts as he ground into her, pressing his thighs flush with her backside as he shuttered, eyes closed as he lost himself in the moment. "Fuck." He groaned.
Steve clenched his jaw as he felt his fangs elongate, instincts urging him to mark the omega but he refrained partially due to his thinking ahead and making her stay out of reach.
Wasting no time, he pulled out and righted himself. "Get ready." He grunted somewhat awkwardly, making her head clear mere seconds later.
Blushing furiously, Prism took her gag out and used the cloth to clean herself a bit before pulling her pants back up and shoving herself to her feet.
Her legs shook slightly, and she braced herself on the wall for a moment to steady herself while Cap scouted the entrance.
"Lets go."
She nodded and ran beside him while they took off onto the alien forest again.
"Any idea how far he is?" Prism asked after another couple of miles.
Due to how close Bucky and Steve were, and the subsequent pack bond they had, the blonde was very aware. Even in alpha Soldat mode, Bucky couldn't truly hide his presence from him.
"He's at the cave now, probably scoping it out and about to be even more pissed off when he finds that gauze and realizes what we're doing."
"And what we did."
He snorted a small laugh, "Yeah, Alpha Buck is gonna be furious he lost first dibs."
Prism glared and gave him a small shove as she walked beside him, "I wish I could punch you for saying that."
Steve smirked down at her, knowing her Omega hormones wouldn't let her assault an alpha, much less the one who's cum she was currently full of. If anything, she'd probably end up sweet on him for a bit after this was all over.
She wouldn't be able to help it.
Luckily, there was no risk of breeding without a mating mark on both parties involved so at least that wasn't a concern.
They had enough to worry about.
"I'm sure you'll punch me at your earliest convenience, omega." He teased.
"You're damn right." She snickered, fully intending on decking him when she got back on her blockers.
"Good to have you back, Priz." He chuckled, glad to see she was almost as bitey an omega as she was a beta. With her primal omega brain sated for the time being, her true self was peaking through.
Other than being less violent, she was largely the same.
Steve wondered why this pleased him.
Nonetheless, it did.
--
A couple of hours later, Steve stiffened just before Prism whimpered and clutched her lower stomach. "Ahh...." He looked back in time to see her face crumble in pain as a cramp tore through her.
"I did not miss this." She complained, "I thought...ugh..." she flinched, "I thought it would last longer."
Steve sighed, "You're in unmated omega in heat traveling alone with an alpha. Your body metabolized my-" she cut him off by clearing her throat.
He rolled his eyes, "What I gave you," she nodded to indicate this re-phrasing was acceptable, "And now that you're empty again, it's asking for a refill."
"Demanding is more like it." She groaned in pain, wiping sweat off her forehead as she walked a little slower, falling a bit behind.
"You really don't know much about omega biology, do you?"
"That thing I've been fighting against since day one in your multiverse? No, I can't say I do." She sassed, brows furrowing as another cramp hit and her leg gave out.
In a flash, she found herself face to chest with Steve as he caught her. Surrounded by his scent, she couldn't help but melt against him.
"P-Priz..." he sighed again, tapping her butt lightly. "Hop up. I'll carry you until I can find somewhere to...take care of you." His chest fluttered when the needy little thing climbed him and wrapped her legs around his torso like a baby monkey, arms around his neck and head on his shoulder-adorable.
He shook his head slightly to clear the thought. Be a good alpha, Steve, protect the omega from the rival.
The danger.
Yeah. The danger, that's what he meant.
Her pheromones were stronger this time, and he was having a difficult time keeping his head. The thought of her being savagely mated by the soldat cleared some of the fog from his brain as he reminded himself the omega was depending on him.
His inner alpha puffed up his chest at the reminder that he was being trusted.
Resolve strengthened, Steve was able to ignore Prism who began to helplessly scent him, breathing in his scent deeply while he carried her through the forest- clenching his jaw when she started to nip at him; a common way for Omega's to ask for their alpha's attention.
"Stop it." He commanded, needing to stay focused. Prism whined but obeyed, purring slightly when he softly pressed her nose back into his neck. "Scent only."
"Yes, Alpha."
He carried her to the bottom of a cliff side, feeling Bucky moving faster now that he was fueled by jealousy.
Prism refused to let go when he tried to put her down so he laid her down on her back, undoing his pants with one hand.
Omega brain was pleased her alpha accepted her and let go of him long enough to push her pants to her ankles. She ignored the rocks under her and focused on the alpha on top of her.
Her knees fell open wide, presenting to him the best she could in the position he'd put her in.
Steve's chest rumbled as his eyes took her on from head to toe, quickly lining himself up and sinking into her. As her mouth opened, he cursed and covered her mouth with his hand to muffle her moan.
He tapped her hip, "Hands behind, lift for me."
She gave a little chirp and did as he said, putting him at an angle that made his tip kiss her cervix.
He took her hard and fast, each thrust making her gasp at the feeling with the occasional, "Alpha!" into his hand as she squeezed him.
Sweat beaded on his forehead while he supported himself on his one arm, a feat of strength not missed by the quivering omega.
"Gonna fill you so deep you're gonna feel it slosh inside you." He growled, getting closer as she met his eyes with her own silver pools of lust. "Would you like that, omega?"
Steve took his hand off her mouth to grip the sides of her throat, lifting one of her legs for leverage as he rutted into her roughly.
"...need your cum, Alpha!" She panted, cheeks pink.
He shoved himself into her until he hit a wall, moaning as he lifted her off the ground slightly by one leg to really get in there in hopes to sate her for longer. He squeezed her throat tighter as he shot rope after rope deep into her, making her give a choked moan as she milked him for all he had.
She whimpered slightly as the Captain withdrew, he smirked with primal satisfaction in his eyes when he saw nothing was dripping out of her.
He turned away while they both righted themselves again. He helped her to her feet and handed her a meal bar from his backpack, getting one for himself too.
"Not idea for your situation b-" "Nothing about this situation is ideal, Cap." She cut him off with a grin. He chuckled, "You're not wrong."
"But I do want to thank you for...doing this for me. I know we don't..." "We're cats and dogs." He finished quickly. "Cats and dogs that's a good way to put it!"
They shared a laugh for possibly the first time ever, both consciously quieting down before they got too loud.
Covering her scent wouldn't make the Soldat lose them entirely - not by a long shot- but it did slow him down as his easiest and quickest trail marker was taken away.
"You're welcome, by the way." He said once they finished. "What you said the other day really...woke me up." He looked away from her, walking beside her. "The fact that you'd rather die in pain than ask me to help you heal...your Captain or alpha should be the first person you go to if you're injured." He stopped at a huge fallen log and dropped to one knee with his hands in a basket, tossing Prism over the large tree before climbing over himself and dropping down first while she hesitated.
"Fly down. We've gotta go."
She shook her head. "I can't. As long as I'm in heat my magic is useless."
"Biology sure is a bitch." He held his arms out to her.
"Ain't it? Programmed to be a damsel in distress." she gave a small smile before sitting on the top of the tree and sliding into his arms. "That's why I need my blockers as soon as possible. I wanna kick ass, Steve." She whined like a child, pouting.
He shook his head and rolled his eyes, a grin playing on his lips.
"And I owe you a punch. Don't think I forgot."
"Wouldn't dream of it, Bon." He patted the top of her head, smirking as she accepted it, though she pouted the entire time.
Adorable.
W-what?
Gotta be from the sex. We're just a little sweet on each other from the sex and hormones. It'll pass. He told himself.
--
They managed to walk for several more hours after that, her body remained sated and thus her scent had dulled.
The sky darkened much like it did on Earth and the Captain found them somewhere to sleep. "He knew even Bucky would have to rest some time, and at the rate he'd been pursuing them he had to be tired by now.
When Steve focused, he became aware of Bucky's slow and relaxed heart rate, telling him he was correct.
He found them another cave for the night, frowning when she asked if they could have a fire. Unfortunately, the light and smoke would give away their position.
Steve leaned against the wall facing the entrance with his shield beside him, using his backpack as a pillow.
"Fine. I'm tired anyway." She grumbled, immediately stomping over and dropping to lay half on him, curled under his arm.
"You might need another top up before bed."
"What makes you say that?"
"You're a cum drunk omega, Priz. You adore me, we're actually getting along...it's not you." He chuckled.
She tch-ed and pinched him, blushing as she felt the muscle of his abdomen.
"Backfire?" he grinned confidently down at her, rubbing up and down her forearm softly despite his teasing.
"Fuck you, Rogers."
"That's my girl." She preened at his words of praise. "And my offer." He caught her eye and winked.
She met his cocky gaze with a glare, "I'm not cramping. I don't need it."
"Give it a minute. I can smell you again."
Sure enough, not long later her body got hot and her core grew slick. She doubled over as her body punished her for allowing her supply to run out, cramping again like a chainsaw to the stomach.
"I told you so."
She growled, stopping as soon as he reached for her. She let him sit her in his lap, knee on either side.
After another shuffle of clothing, Steve grabbed her bare hips and lead her to slowly lower herself on to him. Her face crumpled slightly as she felt her channel widen to take him to the root. He groaned, "S-shit...Priz..." he blushed and threw his head back, breathing hard.
He leaned her forward and scooted down a little, hammering into her from below while firmly grasping her thighs. The V-neck of the top of her super suit showed her plush breasts nearly falling out and into his face as he did this, each thrust making them jiggle.
It didn't take long for him to flip them over so she was on her back. He put her legs on his shoulders this time, lifting her butt off the dirt floor by gripping those broad hips he'd never been more attracted to.
He couldn't believe he'd never suspected anything before, because now that he'd become more aware of the shape of her body she was very much built like an Omega.
Beta girls were usually built more straight on the sides, taller and naturally more toned. They also definitely did not have impractically sized breasts like Omegas- in the back of his mind he assumed she must strap them down on most missions for convenience and for the sake of her beta charade.
Being in heat, she'd decided to forgo that for now- her chest was too sensitive for that much pressure.
Steve grunted above her, watching her greedy body take him again and again, he could vaguely see the sides of his cock glistening with her juices each time he retreated. His fangs elongated again as he got closer, baby blues flicking up to see her cover her own mouth as her moans and whimpers got louder.
"Gonna make you so full, omega. Are you ready for alpha's cum?" his voice was slightly unhinged as he squeezed her legs.
"Need your cum, Alpha." She panted, uncovering her mouth for a moment to say it.
"You're gonna be a good girl for me and take it all. I'm gonna flood your womb with my cum and you're gonna thank me for it, understand?"
"Yes, Alpha!" she chirped, one hand fisted the dirt while the other reclamped over her mouth.
Steve couldn't help the growl that came from his throat as he shoved in as deeply as possible and shuttered, burst after burst pumped into her- body taking it deep inside as it squeezed him like biology demanded.
Prism moaned into her hand as her eyes fluttered and back arched as her body tightened.
"F-fuuuuck..." he groaned as he slowed his thrusts, trying to make sure as much as possible would stay inside- buying them more time before they had to sate her again.
Somewhat sweaty, the alpha pulled out with a small grunt as the head popped out of her tight channel.
"What do you say, Omega?" he asked before her fog could lift.
"Thank you alpha."
He smirked, sense of superiority scratched, and they put themselves away.
"Don't make me thank you for it like that." She wrinkled her nose as she curled up under his arm without a second thought.
"Oh, I'm sorry, how would you like to thank me?" He winked before laughing as she smacked his pec with a playful glare.
"You know what I mean."
"Omega brain likes it, and means it."
"It doesn't count when I'm in heat. It's out of my control."
Steve sighed dramatically, "I guess that's fair." He rested his cheek on the top of her head and they fell asleep for the night.
--
The next few days went much the same. A few close calls when they'd slept late and the Soldat got a too little close for comfort, but they managed to loop back to their crashed ship- arriving the day after her heat ended.
With Prism back to normal, normal for an Omega at least, Bucky also returned to his normal Beta self.
He apologized for his behavior over and over, promising them he'd never speak of this if they didn't.
Prism and Steve lost the brief pseudo-mate bonding they'd developed and returned to the status-quo; with a few modifications.
As they agreed, the bickering continued as normal between the males and the female at her request for things to remain as normal as possible.
--
The night before the rescue party would arrive, Prism was on watch since her magic returned as her heat left. She sat on the cliff top overlooking the camp where her team mates lay sleeping.
With a frown on her lips, she stepped off the cliff and flew down to them silently.
Using her Omega pheromones, she was able to soothe them and keep them soundly asleep as she approached. They lay fairly close to each other, side by side.
Prism knew they slept together occasionally so it was no surprise they looked like they'd been spooning not too long ago.
It played out to her benefit anyway.
She knelt between them by their heads and hovered her hands over them, silver and pastel purple magic cast an ethereal glow across her features, hair shimmering.
Under the shadows of night, Prism re-wrote their memories the mission. Every trace of their knowledge of her secret was gone and filled with mundane ones. She even synced all of their memories that included the other so they'd remember things the same.
As far as Steve and Bucky were concerned, this crash landing was uneventful and not particularly memorable.
Her secret was safe.
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