Chapter 1
Waking up mostly nude in Steve Rogers' bed was something of a shock to Tony Stark, especially as he couldn't remember how he'd gotten there to begin with. So when Steve emerged from the bathroom, obviously fresh from a shower, Tony scrambled out of the bed, his red and gold wings flared out aggressively.
"What am I doing in here, Rogers? And why am I nearly naked?" The alpha before him didn't seem at all perturbed by Tony's behavior though his own white wings wilted a little at the strong scent of fear that wafted off the omega.
"You stumbled in here last night, drunk off your ass, proclaimed it your room, stripped and fell face first on the bed. I'm sure Jarvis has footage from the hallway if you don't believe me." The scent of fear waned a little but Steve could still see the mistrust in Tony's eyes as he picked up his clothes, which were conveniently folded by the bed, and pulled them on. "I promise you, nothing happened. All I did was put a blanket over you so you wouldn't get cold."
"Yeah well, no points for you, Boy Scout, now get out of my way." Tony made a point of not touching Steve and tucking his wings in close as he stormed out of the room, probably heading to his lab to cool down.
Steve headed down to the common level, spotting Natasha and Clint in kitchen while Bucky lounged on the couch with Thor as they flicked through the channels. The confusion on his face and in his scent must have been noticeable because most of the Avengers stopped what they were doing to look at him.
"Does this have anything to do with why Stark just stormed down to the lab?" Leave it to the super spy to know things like this. Steve slumped at the counter, thanking Natasha as she put a hot cup of coffee in front of him. "What happened?"
"I explained exactly how Tony got into my room and he got upset, he thinks I'm lying to him." The alpha wasn't sure what he'd done wrong to upset the only omega on the team but it distressed him to no end. Tony had no reason to fear him, yet Steve got the distinct impression that the omega did indeed fear him. Which was crazy because he'd never given Tony any reason to fear him.
"Don't take it personally," Clint piped up with a mouthful of cereal.
"Tony's had some bad history with alphas," Natasha told him. "It's not a publicly known thing of course and it's why Tony refuses to work with most alphas unless he knows he can trust them completely."
"You fall into that category then?" Steve raised a brow at her, earning a raised brow in return.
"Well he hasn't said otherwise," she shrugged. "Just give him some space, he'll calm down and apologize in that odd way of his once he realizes you were telling the truth."
Natasha squeezed his shoulder and brushed their wings together in a calming way, heading off to the gym for her own morning workout, knowing one of the others would join her soon.
Steve sat staring into his coffee after that, thoughts racing as he tried to figure out what could have caused Tony's deep distrust of alphas. He could go ask Fury or ask Natasha for more information but it felt wrong prying into Tony's personal life like that. If anything, he should just go to Tony directly and ask him though he doubted he'd get a straight answer from the man. He was like Howard in that way.
In the end, he finished his coffee and headed down to the gym, wrapping his hands as he headed for the punching bags, having made his decision.
He would earn Tony's trust, show him that he was not an alpha to be feared, and maybe, just maybe, he could get to know Tony for who he really was.