Chapter 2
The club was alive as more people came in to watch a bunch of drag kings and queens strut their stuff for the money that would no doubt be given to them. Tonight, was a fundraiser show and each performer would donate all their tips to a charity of their own choosing.
Malcom had been reached out to come perform as his title of Mx. Queer Nebraska: Archer Van Cartier. He looked in the mirror and made final adjustments to his eyeliner going for the look of goth Ziggy Stardust with his make up and a very much twink biker outfit: Tight leather pants that rode low on his hips showing the slight six pack leading down to the deep v of his Adonis belt toped with a black crop top over long sleeved fishnet top. For an omega he was tall at 5’10” but with the black healed biker boots he stood around 6’2”. The owner of the bar came back to let everyone know the show would be starting in 15 minutes and if there where any changes they needed to be done now or not at all.
Malcom checked his hair braids along the left side of his head and made sure they were tight and the elastic ties secure. A final layer of hair spray to keep things where they belonged and final layer of the setting spray to the make-up, he was ready.
His phone went off with a text from his cousin Pepper saying to break a leg and that they were still on to meet at the small bistro in Manhattan tomorrow for lunch. The omega rested his hand on the soul mark on his right side ribs that were partially covered by the fishnet, no doubt his cousin would try and talk him into meeting his alphas and he would have to come up with an excuse to not meet them. Maybe she could give him another year? ‘Unlikely and you know it Mal.’
“Archer you are up next!” The bright bubble gum dressed drag king stage whispered bringing Malcom back to the present. Nodding and smirking at the beta performer he set down his phone on the dressing table and headed straight for the stage entrance.
“Now, all the way from the cornfields of the middle of nowhere, they is the reigning Mx. Queer Nebraska! Let’s give a warm New York welcome to Archer Van Cartier!” The club applauded and he heard some loud whistling as the the beat for Måneskin’s ‘I Wanna Be Your Slave’ started. Malcom walked out and began to sing into the mic he grabbed on his way out.
In the VIP Booth at the back of the club Pepper was berating her omega for the whistling and drawing attention the group. This was supposed to be a surprise and if her cousin caught wind, they were there he would no doubt run.
“Pep we are supposed to be showing support to the performers and being loud to show an out of towner some love isn’t a crime.” Tony whispered, he knew exactly who was now on the stage. Pepper sighed taking a drink of her martini and beaming with pride as her cousin sang to the song instead of lipsyncing.
Malcom walked back and forth getting into the song, dancing like he would be grinding up on a lover and accepting the money from those brave enough to come up along edge of the stage and cat walk. He got an okay from the owner to go out in the audience and collect tips earlier in the day and was also informed that there was an important group in VIP with some first timers so he stalked down the stairs at the front of the small cat walk and headed straight for the VIP booth at the back of the club.
He had not been expected the Avengers and his cousin, no doubt she was surprised to see him stalk and dance up to the group’s benches. He winked right at her, ignoring the elephants in the room. His alphas where right there and he was trying so hard to not whimper into the microphone when their scent hit him. Thanking the gods that he had worn scent blockers himself or else things would have been awkward. Tony held up a bill, catching Mal’s attention. He moved over and ground down on the other omega taking the bill and moving down the line to the one he figured to be Sam holding a bill but as he got closer the bill was held above a blushing Captain America, he didn’t have much longer for the song so he mad a decision that no doubt would bite him later. He dropped to his knees and crawled to kneel in the wide spread of the alpha’s legs and finished the song bearing his neck and looking up at the Captain through his lashes.
“I wanna be your slave,” he didn’t finish with the final words but got up winked at the blushing alpha, grabbing the bill from Sam and stalked to hand the mic back to the MC of the night.
“Let’s hear it once more for Archer Van Cartier! Do they have a voice or what?” The queen continued on introducing the next performer as Mal made his way back stage to get ready for his next number, he was dreading it as the next section of the show was where they sang songs and dedicated them to their soul mates or current lovers.
He began zipping up the deep midnight blue 40s style dress when he heard heels come up behind him and upon looking in the mirror, he saw it was one of the queens from earlier coming to let him know he had 15 minutes till he was up. He put on the wig styled to look like his own grandmother’s favorite style from her youth and close to his own hair color. He applied final sprays of hair spray and setting spray checked his stocking line was perfectly in place running up the back of his legs. The click of the custom heels gifted to him from Tony sounded as he strode to the stage entrance.
“Welcome back to the stage Archer!” Taking the mic and stepping out onto the stage as the opening of Christina Aguilera’s ‘Candyman’ started.
Pepper recognized the song and voice. She looked over at the two men out of time as they both sucked in a breath seeing her cousin on stage singing in a higher octave about a handsome looking soldier.
“I gotta say that performer is a freaking magician! They went from freaking goth David Bowie to these two’s wet dream in less then 30 minutes!” Clint said over the music and gestured to Steve and Bucky.
“He’s just that good with fast costume changes, comes with being a theater kid.” Pepper said and all eyes fell on her. “What?” She started to take a drink of her martini.
“You know them?” Loki spoke his arms draped over the back of Natasha and Clint’s shoulders. He was looking back up at the stage as Archer was doing their best to replicate the singers from back in the 40s and how they would dance to songs.
“That would be my cousin and I would hope so.” Pepper downed the last of her drink, grabbed a bill and headed right up to the stage to tip her cousin’s wonderful performance.
Mal moved over to the edge of the stage and accepted Pepper’s tip with a nervous smile and upon looking behind her met the most piercing steel blue stare he had ever seen. Bucky held up the tip in his gloved hand and was completely entranced by the performance. The song ended and Mal reached down to grab the tip but as his hand brushed with Bucky’s a small shock passed through the two. Bucky quickly grabbed Mal’s hand and placed a light kiss on his knuckles.
“Great song doll.” He winked and moved back to the benches and gave a searing kiss to Steve. Malcom stood and walked off the stage, handing the mic bac to the MC and headed straight for his phone noticing a couple texts from friends back home wishing him a great show and promises for drinks once he was home. As he began to count tips the bar owner Chris came up to his table.
“Hey sugar, you did great tonight! We got a request from our VIP table that they would like to meet you when you have a moment.” Chris gave him a look that said he couldn’t get out of it and as he finished counting out the tips and dividing them into the groups, putting them in marked envelopes and hiding them under all his clothes in his duffle. He touched up his makeup and with a final sigh into the mirror he walked out to the lion’s den.