Enchanting

“You guys are fucked.” Bucky utters with certainty, directing a steely glare towards Steve. He had just ended a phone conversation with Natasha, during which, she reluctantly confided in him, about your apparent state of distress.

Granted, he was vehemently reprimanded and cursed up and down by his own wife; her threats still ringing true to his ears should it be proven that he had a hand in his friends' potential adultery— He, along with Steve were now made aware of your suspicions, and could recitify the situation according to what you think you know.

For the meanwhile, he repeatedly assured Natasha that it was all a huge misunderstanding, and if possible, help ease your misguided worries.

“She's getting skeptical, Steve. Sooner or later, you guys are gonna have to tell her the truth.” Bucky advices, though Steve appeared abnormally composed and stoic.

Dare he say, indifferent, opposite to his anxious and tensed demeanor. It was as if, it wasn't his marriage that was on the verge of collapsing, nor was he close to losing the love of his life. Bucky found his behavior increasingly strange, which did not help the predicament one bit.

Steve was like a predator gearing to pounce.

“You and Clark both need to calm down.” Steve finally looks up from his laptop screen, before reclining back on the leather seats with ease. “Nothing has happened. Nothing, will happen. My fealty is to my wife; my eyes have never strayed, not even once.”

“You know very well that's not what i meant.” Bucky sits opposite of him with a tired huff, the low hum of the jet filling the empty silence. “I'm pertaining to the whole Sharon and Lois fiasco. What with the lab results being back, and their claims being authentic.”

“It's merely numbers on paper, Bucky.” he scoffs.

“I'd like to agree with that. But you know the repercussions to your designation will be grave if you continue to ignore the pull.” He replies with an equally heavy tone.

“What do you want me to say, exactly?” There was an evident shift to his composure, blue eyes turning a stormy shade, telling of the rage simmering under his perfectly crafted façade. “I'd tell my wife that i'm leaving her, because my base insticts yearn for another?”

There was a tense silence between them, neither Alpha's willing to back down from their assessing stare.

“We're doing more tests.” Bucky says slowly, conceding. It was not his intention to ruin, dollface, as he and his wife fondly call you, and his bestfriend's marriage just because he cares for your well-being in general.

In some ways, it was considered a betrayal for both Steve and Clark to entertain the possibility that they've made a mistake. That perhaps, you weren't in fact their true mate, and they've essentially ruined your life for any man. Bucky only ever wanted to make things as easy and painless for you.

“I don't care if you bleed them dry, or carve their bones.” Steve utters with a firm baritone, “You know what i want to hear.” that this was all just a twisted joke.

“I understand.”

***

“Princess? "Steve calls out to you softly as he peers into the room where you had somberly buried yourself beneath the blankets and piles of pillows, curled up there in your satin and extremely pink nightgown like a dejected but undeniably adorable little princess.

You grumbled as tears started to form in your eyes and fell on the pillows. You tried your best to breathe in his and Clark's scent to calm your raging emotions, but you were powerless to stop the sob from spilling past your lips.

Why, why why. Why had nothing ever went the way you want them to? Why are you such a failure of an omega? Why can't you give them the perfect little family the three of you had always dreamed about?

Two pairs of footsteps make their way into the bed, and despite your head spinning with endless thoughts of self blame, you could feel the bed dip and arms and-and warmth enveloping you in both sides.

“Sweetheart..” Clark brushes his nose on your nape, chest rumbling with a purr in an effort to provide you comfort, as his most base instict twisted and turned at the mere sight of your tears, let alone your evident heartbreak.

“You want to talk about it, pretty girl?” Steve breathes out in a hushed tone. In a tender gesture of support, his fingers traced soothing cirles on your exposed skin.

You shake your head, or tried to, with your limited space, being crowded by their bulky frames on both sides. “I don't want to. I'm a disappointment.” your words were muffled, but the implication were relayed nevertheless which made both your alpha's tense.

“No one's disappointed with you, sweets.” Clark enunciated firmly. “It isn't your fault.”

“But it is.” you raise your head, hair sticking to the sides of your face, eyes reddening with tears.

“But it isn't.” Steve reitarates, cupping your face gently, feeling your warm cheeks and wiping your tears. “It will happen, when it needs to happen.”

“And all this pressure and stress that you put yourself through is never worth it. For anything, at all.” Clark stresses, pressing a kiss to your shoulder which made you shiver.

“B-but, i really really want it.” You stutter through a choked sob. “I want a baby, with your eyes.” you almost whine in a soft voice, staring at Steve's baby blues. “and one with your curls.” you tip your chin at Clark, lower lip wobbling as your vision cloud once more.

“And you want it too, right? that's why we've been doing it more.” your nose scrunches adorably while the men chuckles, both eagerly pressing a kiss to any part of your skin that they could reach. “You're laughing?” your eyes squint, taking offense.

“Oh, sweetheart.” Clark noses on your temple, in apology. “We don't make love to you simply because we want a baby.”

“We will never make love to you with that intention alone,” Steve nuzzles his face at your neck.

“You see, when a man, or in our case, men loves a woman—” you hit Clark's shoulder before he could further tease you, choking on a giggle.

“He fucks her.” Steve continues, while your mouth gapes. “because she's irresistible.”

“and gorgeous.” Clark adds on. “the sweetest girl in the entire universe.”

“and looks extremely delightful, writhing on our knots.” Steve trails kisses to your neck, starting off innocent at first, yet it soon turned into something much more intimate.

“any man wouldn't be able to resist.” you tilt your head back as clark nips at the other side of your neck. “and she will have everything she wants.” you could barely let out a startled squeal when you were flipped to your back, your lips pulled into a searing kiss.