Chapter 4
Steve pinched between his eyes, trying his best not to let his emotions get the best of him in this situation, it would only make things worse if he did. Bucky... Bucky still wasn't quite right from his time as a brain washed assassin and the incident this morning had only proved as much.
"Buck, you gotta settle down," Steve used his Alpha voice though he doubted it would do much seeing as Bucky himself was an Alpha.
"The last time I was near an Omega in heat it was when I - well the Winter Soldier - was on an assignment, a kill order. I was ordered to kill her, she was some dignitary who was a serious threat to Hydra, but no one said anything about the possibility of the target being in heat." His wings were flared as he paced his room, pheromones pouring off of him so thickly that Steve wanted to gag. "I lost control, Stevie, I knotted her, took her so roughly and then I killed her."
"That wasn't really you though, Bucky, you had no control." Steve felt sick though he squashed the feeling. His wings shuffled on his back, pulling out his phone when it vibrated in his pocket. Great, Tony had locked himself up in his room.
"I could have hurt him," Bucky continued, shoving his flesh and blood hand through his already disheveled hair. "I was so close to losing it, Stevie, and that was just over a small change in his scent."
"But you didn't," the other Alpha pointed out softly. "And that's what counts." A knock on the door pulled Steve's attention and soon Natasha and Clint appeared.
"We can take over, you go deal with Stark," Natasha murmured softly, brushing wings with him. Her midnight feathers were soft and her scent comforting, much different than usual though he wasn't going to complain. Steve nodded to her and turned on heel, hurrying out and to the elevator.
"Jarvis, take me to Stark's floor," he sighed as the doors slid shut.
"Sir has requested that he not be disturbed," the A.I. responded. Steve frowned and opened his mouth to override but Jarvis continued to speak. "However, given Sir's current condition, I will allow you up." Steve let out a sigh of relief at this and leaned against the wall as the elevator took him up.
Once it stopped and he stepped out, he was hit with an overwhelming wall of terrified Omega pheromones. Sweet lord in Heaven... The scent alone nauseated the Alpha to the point he had to close his eyes and focus on his breathing before he could actually move and walk down the hall. The smell of fear was even worse when he stopped outside of Tony's door, having to take another few deep breaths before he was able to wrangle his instincts and knock on the door, keeping his own scent as soft and submissive as possible.
"Tony? It's me, Steve, can I come in?" He listened closely for any response from the Omega, frowning when he instead heard a crash. Of course this immediately sent off his protective instincts and he barked out the override codes to Jarvis so he could get in.
"Get out!" Tony was huddled in a corner of the room, wrapped up in blankets as he hid in his apparent nest, a broken lamp laying off to the side. The Omega actually picked up a remote and hurled it at Steve, the device being swatted away by the very startled Alpha. "What do you want?! You wanna get a whiff too? Wanna assert yourself over the stupid little Omega before he goes into heat?!"
"What? Tony, that's completely wrong and you know it," he was starting to hate all the assumptions Tony was making but he supposed there was a good reason behind it all; there was always a reason behind the geniuses madness.
"Is it?" Tony sneered, head rising from the blankets a little more, a glare on his face. "That's what all Alpha's want, isn't it? To get an Omega nice and complacent and keep them in their bed to fuck them all day long."
"Tony, stop," Steve was slowly creeping closer. "Listen to yourself, you're becoming hysterical." He watched as Tony's eyes narrowed and he groped for another item to throw. "You need to calm down okay? Getting this upset isn't going to help anything." And it was driving him insane.
Tony drew his hand back, ready to throw, but found his wrist caught in the steel cage of Steve's fingers. He let out an outraged cry and started to struggle, pushing and clawing at Steve with his free hand. No, no no no no this wasn't happening again, he wouldn't let another Alpha trap him, he couldn't let himself feel safe with one again-
Oh.
Steve was hugging him. Wasn't even petting his wings or his back, he was just... Hugging. He guessed that was okay. It felt kinda nice, just being hugged. Steve wasn't even exuding any pheromones to try and sooth Tony, he was just being him.
Steve slowly felt the tension drain from Tony's body, felt as the Omega started to go a little limp against him, could smell the fear dwindle away. It made Steve smile just a bit.
"Can we stop with the hugging? It's kinda weird and you're stinking up my room with your Alpha stink."
Steve should have expected as much.
"You going to be okay, Stark?" Steve pulled away, putting a bit of distance between them so Tony wouldn't feel so crowded.
"I'll be fine," He replied flippantly, wings tucking against his back as he nestled into his nest.
"Are you sure? The thing with Bucky-"
"It's not the first time I've faced down a psycho Alpha," Tony snapped at him, bristling. "And it certainly won't be the last. I'm going to lock myself in my room so you don't have to worry about Barnes going off the deep end over an Omega in heat. Now get out." His face was a bit red but Steve knew Tony was about ready to explode.
So Steve obligingly got up and left, wings dragging the floor as he did. He trudged his way to his floor and threw himself into the bed, grunting a little as his previously ignored erection was pressed into the bed.
Tony's slowly sweetening scent had done terrible things to his body and he'd done his damn best to ignore and squash it while he'd been near the Omega. He didn't want to panic Tony since he'd already been damn close to a panic attack in the first place. Steve was loathe to touch himself but he doubted his erection was going away anytime soon.
Rolling himself over, he adjusted his wings and then reached down, hesitating before shoving his sweat pants down just enough to expose his cock, hissing at how hard he was. Tony's scent had affected him more than he'd originally thought, for Christ's sake he could already feel his knot forming at the base of his cock; it wouldn't take him long to come.
Wrapping his fingers around himself, Steve closed his eyes and let himself drift, stroking his cock languidly, in no hurry at all. His mind provided him with images, images he didn't want but his body obviously liked. He let out a quiet moan as he imagined Tony writhing under him, the sweet, earthy scent of a fertile Omega encompassing him as he thrust into the pliant body. He could easily imagine the needy little noises Tony could make, the pleas he would moan as Steve took him slowly, petting his wings and praising him. As he expected, it didn't take long for him to come, seed spilling over his hand and belly as he let out a quiet moan.
He wanted Tony so badly.
As he washed up, Steve couldn't help but wonder if he just wanted Tony because he was an Omega nearly in heat or if he actually had feelings for the mouthy genius. At the moment, he couldn't, wouldn't, think about it. All he wanted to do was gain Tony's trust, that was his biggest priority. He couldn't let himself be too affected by Tony if he wanted this to work but biology tended to be quite a bitch as he would soon learn.
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The first thing Steve noted when he woke up the next day was that the tower was unnaturally quiet. Usually he would hear Bucky and Sam playing Mario Cart or something as he went down for breakfast but today there was silence. Natasha and Clint, sometimes Coulson, would be at the table with their coffee but today it was empty.
It was still pretty weird to see Coulson alive since he'd been brought back from the dead and all...
The next thing Steve noticed was the note on the fridge, telling him that pretty much everyone was out on an assignment, except for Coulson, he was out with his new team.
Lastly, and he had no idea how he'd missed it to begin with, was the smell. It was heady and thick, the scent of fresh bread and fertility, it was like a new spring day mixed with the scent of metal. It was so strong that Steve was surprised he hadn't popped a knot then and there.
"Tony.." He croaked and sniffed the air, trying to find where the scent was coming from. There was no way Tony was stupid enough to be out of his room right now, not when he was hitting the full force of the beginning of his heat. But it seemed even the genius had a streak of stupidness to him for when Steve tracked the scent, he found it coming from the media room. Really? The media room of all places? Was Tony trying to drive everyone insane, even if they weren't here?
When Steve stepped inside, he was assaulted by Tony's heady scent, the scent of heavy arousal and the sweet scent of slick. Tony himself was stretched out on the couch, shirtless, pajama pants slung low on his hips and so obviously soaked through. His wings were a quivering mess on his back as the Omega writhed from the pain of his heat cramps.
It was so very tempting.
"Tony.." He didn't realize he'd spoken out loud until the scent around him changed to one of fear and he noticed Tony's eyes on him.
"Oh fuck."
Oh fuck indeed.