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Summary: It was supposed to be a simple matter of going in, completing what was needed, and getting out. Only, as it turns out, its never that simple. She never expected to find them, and they never knew what hit them.
Note: It's Not That Simple was inspired by the written work Bound created by deprough and MalachiteDrake. It's Not That Simple was written and posted with the express permission of deprough.
Prologue
She ran, her sneaker clad feet pounding the pavement in beat with her racing heart. The street and building names blurred as she passed, she didn't bother looking for a specific one. They were all businesses, all irrelevant and too conspicuous with new faces. After she felt enough distance and time was achieved, she dialed down the speed as she rounded the corner. A crowded street came into view. She let the crowd swallow her, blending in seamlessly.
She slowed to a walk, moving with the closest wave of traffic. Breathe normally, keep your eyes forward.
A stand selling newspapers caught her attention, or rather, the reactions of those walking away with a paper. A small gathering of women, clearly omegas by their scent, were openly weeping and clinging to each other not a foot from the stand. Men and women alike were shaking their heads, vocally expressing disappointment and displeasure. There were some exclamations of surprise, happiness and even acceptance.
She bit her lip, curious.
What could have caused so much commotion? The last bit of news she'd heard was some boring business piece concerning a building that was supposed to be sold and changed into something else. The reactions were too mixed to form an accurate conclusion on what the paper said.
A stray thought almost gave her pause. Were they anonymously posting her as a missing person and offering a substantial reward in the paper?
She wouldn't put it above them, but that wouldn't be what caused the reactions she was seeing.
Watching her surroundings, she stole a paper from a distracted passerby in a full scale crying fit. She had to know, if she were to prepare for the worst in the event they had indeed pasted her face all over the city.
Billionaires Omega Finally Found?
She raised her eyebrows at the headline.
Intriguing . . .but that's what all the fuss is about? That's it?
Of course, finding an Omega is a big deal, but the reactions displayed by the people made it seem like it was a tragedy or an outrage in the news. Another terrorist attack, some blasphemous act against the innocent that would be settled in court but inspired anger for months and years to come.
She rolled her eyes at those thoughts and continued reading.
According to the paper, Tony Stark had found a suitable omega after many years and was sealing his packs bond in a week's time.
A picture was provided of the unbound pack. Alpha Tony Stark in sunglasses and sharp suit, arrogant smirk on his face. Beta Pepper Potts, dignified and humble as ever in a dress and heels. His gammas, Happy Hogan and Colonel Rhodes in fitting suits. No picture of the Omega was provided.
She tossed the paper into a nearby sewer drain and headed to a safe location. She settled for an old, boarded up abandoned business front that hadn't been used or opened in at least a decade.
She waited there until she felt sure it would be safe to start. She immediately began researching all that she needed to know, plotting her next move.
She needed a game plan, and fast. They would take her back if they caught her.
A half dozen articles were collected and taken with her.
Her plan was hatched.
The game had begun.
Your move, assholes. . . .