Excuse me, WHAT?
What in the hell was happening? Peter's mind whirled as he put more and more distance between himself and the Avengers. Why had some of them smelled so good? He knew his sense of smell was intense at times, but that was beyond anything he had experienced before. If it hadn't been for his paranoid and terrified mindset, his body would have practically thrown itself at them.
"Get a grip, Parker!" he chided himself. "So what if they smelled good, that doesn't change anything! They're murderers!"
And liars.
Peter fumed as the image of Sam and Bucky joining the side of the Avengers ran back through his mind. He had never felt so betrayed and yet, utterly confused, as what he did now.
It just didn't make sense. Sam and Bucky both had physically wounded the Avengers on several occasion, and not superficial wounds either. They had had delivered some exceptional blows. It just wasn't adding up that they would be on thier side now.
It also didn't add up that they were even alive. He knew he hadn't imagined their gruesome deaths at the hands of "Earth's Mightiest".
Not hearing the sounds of pursuit, Peter dropped to a random roof. He kept his mask pulled down as it seemed to somewhat help with his heightened sense of smell. It wasn't the best, but it was something.
"As soon as I can, that will be the first upgrade I make to my suit." Peter mumbled, moving towards the roofs edge.
There was no doubt that this was New York. Everything was exactly the same as home, only this New York was much happier.
It also loved it's Avengers.
All around the city were nods to the team. It was hard to look anywhere and not see a reminder of his enemies. Peter dropped to the ground and threw his legs over the side of the building. He looked down at the streets below.
What exactly had happened when that bomb went off? He remembered the intense brightness, then weightlessness as he fell through the darkness.
"This is like a bad science fiction novel." Peter grumbled. "Guy falls through a wormhole into an alternate reality where everything is better than his home world."
Cause that's exactly what happened, wasn't it? It was either that or time travel. Time travel didn't make sense though considering Sam, at least, had never worked with the Avengers. Well, Peter hoped he hadn't. At this point, an alternate universe would be the best case scenario.
"First thing I gotta do is find some new clothes. I can't exactly go wandering the streets in my Spidey suit if I'm trying to keep a low profile." Peter brushed himself off as he stood up.
"Step one, clothes. Step two, pray an old friend is around and pay him a visit."
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"FRI!" Tony shouted, walking into the common room with the rest of the team. "Access my suit and show me every piece of footage with my red and blue clad omega."
The other alpha's of the room growled at Tony's possessive attitude.
"Reel it in Stark." Natasha rolled her eyes. "He's our omega."
"I've never smelt anyone as good as him." Steve smiled, despite his sore jaw.
"You all did see how strong he was, right?" Clint asked raising an eyebrow.
"Don't bother, Clint." Bruce sighed. "They're scent drunk."
"I'm not affected by his smell, but his strength was amazing." Sam noted, watching the figure on screen toss away debris effortlessly.
"I am very much impressed by his show of strength!" Thor declared. "He would make an excellent Asgardian."
"Back off Point Break." Tony sneered. "You're not taking him anywhere."
"None of that matters anyway." Bucky said, crossing his arms. "We lost him. We have no idea who he is or where he's gone."
"With his mask lifted, his scent was to strong for him to have been wearing scent blockers. We could probably find him very easily on scent alone." Natasha flipped her red hair over her shoulder.
"If he's not wearing scent blockers, we need to get out there and find him." Steve frowned, not to thrilled with the idea of anyone outside his pack smelling thier omega.
"Boss."
"Yeah FRI?"
"There is something you should see on the news."
The team watched as the suit footage changed to live footage of a bank robbery being wrapped up. Five men were ushered out the building, their hands bound in a familiar looking substance. There was yelling from the crowd of bank victims as the men were led to the waiting cop cars.
The team moved a little closer to the screen as a sudden cheer rose up. A familiar figure in red and blue stepped out into the sunlight. The crowd moved in, all thanking him and shaking his hand as he moved forward toward the police.
"Captain Yuri!" A blonde haired reporter called. "Is this new superhero affiliated with the Avengers?"
"Oh, no." The man said, saving the captain from an uncertain answer. "I'm just your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. It was nice working with you Captain." Spider-Man grinned under his mask with a two fingered salute before firing a web and swinging off.
"There you have it New York!" The reported smiled. "A quick save from our new hero, Spider-Man!"
"So, Spider-Man." Tony grinned. "At least we have a name for him."
"Until we find out his real one." Bucky replied.
"Wait," Clint frowned. "Are we just ignoring the fact he acted like he knew Sam and Bucky personally? I mean, he was panicking when he was trying to dig him out." Clint nodded towards Bucky.
"I've got no clue who the kid is." Sam shook his head.
"I think I would remember that smell. I would remember my mate."
"Our mate." Tony huphed.
"Well, we have more information than we started with." Steve cut in. "FRIDAY?"
"Yes, Captain?"
"Keep tabs on anything related to Spider-Man, let us know as soon as anything pops up."
"Yes, Captain."
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Peter wasn't happy with himself. He wasn't a thief, at least, he didn't want to be. Spider-Man stopped thieves, not act like one. Still, he couldn't think to much about it as he slipped on the clothes someone had hung out on thier fire escape. Maybe the tenant would consider it a learning experience?
Yeah. He could make that excuse work.
Rolling his suit up, Peter tucked it under his arm and pulled the long sleeves over his web shooters. He had no desire to risk losing them. Making his way towards the entrance of the alley, Peter felt his earlier headache returning. Smells assaulted his nostrils. So many different kinds, but none as good as what the Avengers were.
"I have got to do something about my nose." Peter grumbled. "It's to much."
He stumbled out on to the sidewalk, watching as people gave him wide-eyed looks. Quickly he checked himself over, but nothing seemed out of place.
Shrugging it off, he made his way down the street. He wasn't that far from his destination, if it was even there. He really shouldn't assume that just because the Avengers existed here, that anyone else he had known would.
The longer he walked, louder his Spider-Sense seemed to buzz. He could feel eyes on him, boring in to him. What the hell was everyone's problem? Was there something wrong with him that he just couldn't see? His agitation grew as the buzzing increased. He had just about had it when he was roughly pulled into an alley and slammed against the wall.
He opened his eyes to four men leering at him.
"Well now, ain't you a pretty little thing." The one who had pushed him into the wall smirked.
Peter raised an eyebrow, completely unimpressed. He had already had a long day and was in no mood for some idiots who thought they were about to get some non-consensual action.
"Oh, trying to be brave little omega?" A taller, greasier one chuckled darkly.
Omega? What the hell was he talking about.
"Look gentlemen." Peter sighed. "Let's just move along. I really don't have time for this."
"Looks like we got a feisty one!" the leader of the group laughed. "You're gonna be fun."
As the man went to reach for the front of his pants, Peter grabbed his arms and flipped him around, slamming him against the wall and pinning his arm behind his back.
"Listen here jackass. I warned you I didn't have time for this shit and now, I have to make time."
"Get him!" One of them men yelled.
Growling, Peter turned, taking his captive with him and throwing him into the rest of his crew. The men hit the ground, looking up in surprise before glaring.
"You're gonna regret that you little omega slut!" the tall one sneered, rushing forward.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Peter glared, slamming his knee into the man's gut. "But I don't like it. Why don't you take a nap."
Peter slammed the side of his hand down on the back of the man's neck, knocking him out cold.
"Who's next?"
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Brushing off his hands, Peter stepped back out onto the sidewalk.
"Excuse me." he smiled at a young woman. "Can you call the police and report an attempted assault? They can find the culprits right in that alley."
The woman peered around him, shocked at the pile of would be rapists.
"Gladly." she said, grinning from ear to ear.
"Thank you." Peter smiled as she nodded before beginning to explain the situation to the police.
Using the distraction, Peter continued his walk.
It didn't take long before he found himself standing in front of a small doorway. He was taking a real chance here given his interaction with this world's Sam and Bucky. What if this led to him being taken right to the Avenger's doorstep? Shaking his head, Peter squared his shoulders. At this point, his options for help were nonexistent past this. Taking a deep breath, he pushed open the door.
"Can I help you?"
Peter could have cried. The last time he had seen Karen Page was the night she died in Daredevil's arms. She was just a pretty as Peter remembered. Her shiny blonde hair framed her soft face, complementing her bright blue eyes.
"I-I need to speak to Matt Murdock please."
"I'm sorry," Karen frowned, "But Mr. Murdock is booked for the day-"
"Cancel my appointments Karen."
Peter turned to see Matt Murdock standing in his office doorway. The familiar red tinted glasses adorning his face.
"But Matt," Karen started.
"It's fine." Matt raised his hand. "I'll speak to..."
"Parker! Peter Parker."
"I'll speak with Mr. Parker."
Karen gave an exasperated sigh and turned back to her computer.
"Some days you don't pay me enough." she grumbled, already pulling her phone closer.
"You know we love you Karen." Matt smiled, motioning for Peter to enter his office.
"Yeah, yeah." she waved over her shoulder, clearly done talking to him.
Matt chuckled and shut his door behind him.
"What can I do for you Mr. Parker?"
"How far does your suspension of disbelief go?"
"We had aliens drop down through a worm hole to attack New York. There is a tower housing a literal god, two super soldier's unthawed from a nice, long ice nap, a man that turns into a giant rage monster, and a man flying around in a metal suit. Enhanced individuals protect the streets nightly and on the outskirts is a school full of mutants. I can assure you Mr. Parker, my suspension goes quite far."
Taking a deep breath, he paused. Unlike when he was on the street and with the Avengers, there was no smell coming from the man before him.
"Scent blockers, Mr. Parker. Very expensive scent blockers. I can't afford my clients having any sort of discomfort while working with me, nor can I have my opponents in the court room knowing my emotions."
"I....I don't know what to do with that." Peter admitted. "None of that makes sense to me. That's part of my problem!"
"You do smell very anxious."
"What do you mean I smell anxious?" Peter narrowed his eyes. "I know your senses are good Matt, but you can't possibly make me believe you can smell my emotions. Hear it in my heart beat sure, but not smell it."
Matt froze, his eyebrows lowering in the familiar look of mistrust.
"What, exactly, are you here for Mr. Parker?"
"You can stop Matt." Peter sighed. "I'm not from this universe and I know you're Daredevil, so let's skip to the part where you help me figure out what's happening to me."
Matt stood up from his chair, putting his hands on the desk and leaning forward.
"You're playing a very dangerous game here."
"And I'm fully aware of both your limits and mine. Don't make this hard, Matt. I really need a familiar face right now."
Sitting back in his chair, he sat quietly for a long while. Long enough for Peter to start to consider the option he had made a mistake.
"Peter, was it?"
"Y-yeah."
"Tell me how you got here, and I'll tell you what you want to know."
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"What are you doing?" Steve asked, looking over Tony's shoulder.
The genius had disappeared to his lab after watching the news story on Spider-Man.
"Checking city security cameras."
"Invasion of privacy much?" Bucky asked, coming up beside Steve.
"No more than the two of you barging in here uninvited." Tony tossed over his shoulder. "Besides, it's harmless. I'm only looking for one person. Maybe I can find something before FRIDAY reports to us another news flash."
The holographic screens before them displayed various angles of various parts of the city.
"With his...'webs', our clever little omega seems to be able to get around quite quickly. I can't even say for sure he'll show up on any cameras. He may be to high up."
"Do those actually come out of his wrist?" Bucky crossed his arms.
"No. I managed to get a sample are he left. It's synthetic, but the formula is extremely complex. I'm not sure I could duplicate it without the actual formula. He's clever and intelligent!"
"Maybe you, Sam and Clint should do some aerial scouting." Steve offered, sharp eyes scanning every inch of screen.
"What's that?" Natasha asked, sliding up next to Steve.
"Jesus!" The three men jumped at her voice.
"How the hell are you people getting in here?" Tony yelled.
"Like it's hard." Natasha scoffed, rolling her eyes. "And I'll ask again, was what that in the top corner?"
Tony turned back to the screen she pointed to, he slowed down the footage and zoomed in. Going frame by frame, a red and blue clad figure skirted the top corner of the screen.
"Of course, leave it to the super spy to catch the slightest detail." Tony huphed.
"Who cares." Bucky brushed him off. "Where is that camera located? We at least have an idea of where he's been."
"Outskirts of Hell's Kitchen."
"What could he be doing there? That's a good distance away from where he was with us." Steve frowned. "And that's not an area he should be in without scent blockers."
"Whelp!" Tony grinned, slapping his hands together. "What do you all say we go find our omega? The shorter the time he's out there, the better it is for him. He should be here and safe with us."
The other three nodded in agreement.
"I guess we should let Thor know." Steve said, following his fellow alphas out the lab. "Spider-Man is his mate too."
"FRI," Tony called. "Let Point Break know we're going on a little field trip."
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"A HEAT!" Peter shouted, jumping up from his chair. "Are you kidding me? Like an honest to God, animal like heat?"
"I can't believe I was killed by the Avengers." Matt frowned, crossing his arms and ignoring Peter's crisis.
"Who cares about that? You're obviously alive here! I'm the one with the real issue!"
Matt was quiet as Peter ranted and paced.
"A heat! A fucking heat! How the hell does this shit happen to me? Parker Luck has always been bad but this takes the cake."
"It's not so bad if you have an alpha help you, and you seem to have five."
Peter stopped in his tracks and turned to the lawyer.
"What do you mean I have five." he narrowed his eyes.
"You said it yourself. Your body reacted to the smells of the Avengers. Only five of them are alphas. Stark, Rogers, Romanov, Barnes and Thor. The rest are betas, which is why you weren't totally overwhelmed. You did have some breaks."
Peter just stared, his brain having shut down.
"You're new to this and obviously confused, so I doubt you were able to distinguish their individual smells. Regardless, the Avengers are a pack. They're bonded through that, so if one alpha is your mate, they all are."
"If this is your idea of a joke Matt, I'm not laughing."
"Neither am I. I realize that, given your original universe's experience, you don't exactly like your alphas-"
"Stop saying that!" Peter hissed. "I'm not bowing to the people who killed everyone I know and loved."
"No one's asking you to bow to anyone. You have to understand though that they're not those Avengers, and you're going to want them when your heat hits. I know how bad my first rut was, and I knew it was coming. You though, you have no idea what a heat is like and I seriously doubt you'll be ready when it hits. The first one is always the hardest."
"I can't believe this." Peter groaned, falling back into his chair and putting face in his hands.
"Pete, I understand your troubles, but you're suffocating me. You're unfiltered emotions are extremely thick."
"It's not like I can help it." Peter glared.
"Here." Matt said, opening his desk drawer and throwing a few sealed packs at him. "Those are scent blockers. Put them on."
Peter looked at the little packs.
"Where do I put them?"
"On your neck here." Matt instructed, demonstrating the area on his neck. "And here." He motioned to each wrist. "Those are your scent glands."
"This is insane." Peter muttered, opening the packs and pausing at his wrists. His shooters were a comforting weight on them.. "My wrists are already covered."
"Put the on underneath whatever's already there." Matt ordered.
“How long do these last?"
"Two days, then you'll need new ones."
"Well, how do I go about getting them? I don't exactly exist here if I need to see a doctor."
Matt frowned, hesitant to answer the question. Still, Peter needed blockers.
"You won't have to have any identification if....."
"Yes?"
"If your alphas take you in to get them."
Growling, Peter jumped back out of his seat, ripping off his shirt. He stalked over to Matt, taking his hand and running it over his chest. Matt could feel a few small scars across the area. When Peter turned his back however, Matt froze. His fingers traced a long, deep scar.
"They dropped a building on me!" Peter yelled. "I was stuck for hours! If my friends hadn't found me, I would have bled out!" he didn't bother to mention that those friends were Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes.
Lowering his arm, Matt waited as Peter stalked around the desk and picked up his discarded shirt.
"They did that to me, and you want me to 'bond' with them?"
Matt sighed, removing his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose. He sat like that, processing what Peter had really gone through at the hands of his world's Avengers.
"Peter," Matt started slowly, putting his glasses back on. "Believe it or not, I do get it. I myself have many scars that leave me haunted. I have my own nightmares about certain encounters. I now have the knowledge I died in another universe."
Peter winched slightly at that.
"But the truth is, you're not there any more. This is not your home. These are not your people. The Avengers here are the heroes they should have always been in your world. They're good people, and I don't say that lightly. If you had to be mated to anyone, they're not bad choices."
"This is terrible." Peter whined, sliding down in his chair.
Matt leaned back in his chair, seriously debating his decision.
"You can stay with me and Karen for a while. Get used to things and think more about the Avengers."
Peter looked up.
"Are you..."
"An alpha and Karen is my omega. We can house you long enough to figure yourself out."
"If by figuring myself out, you mean getting with the Avengers, you may as well give me a permanent room and charge me rent." Peter huffed.
"Being an unmated omega in the city isn't easy kid."
"I can defend myself. I already did on the way here. Couple of creeps thought they were going to get lucky."
"You fought off some men in plain view of the public?" Matt asked.
"No. They pulled me into an alley and I did it there. I did ask a woman to call the police on them though. I didn't stick around after that."
Matt pinched the bridge of his nose again.
"For someone trying to stay out of the Avengers way, you sure draw attention to yourself. Omegas don't go around fighting off attackers."
"What? I'm just supposed to let them assault me?"
"I'm not saying that at all. I meant you should have just ran. It clearly sounds like you did some damage and, without scent blockers, that woman and those guys knew you were an omega."
"That's stupid." Peter rolled his eyes. "I should be able to defend myself."
"I'm just saying that won't keep you off any radars. You do that to many times and the police will be informing the Avengers of a strange omega fighting in the streets."
"I'll say it again, I can't believe this." Peter threw his head back with a groan.
"Look, you've got some seriously good scent blockers on. Why don't you go walk around a bit. Think things over. I close at five. Come back then."
"Y-yeah. Ok." Peter nodded, standing up. "Mind if I leave my suit here?"
"Leave it with Karen. I don't want anyone walking in here and smelling it." Matt said, walking over to his window and opening it. "I try to keep it scent free in here."
"Sorry, Matt."
"I think, given the circumstances, I can let it slide."
Peter took a breath, picking his suit up from the floor and heading to the door.
"Thanks, Matt."
"I'll see you later, Peter."
Peter smiled as he left the office and walked over to Karen's desk.
"Well, you certainly got a fix up." she grinned, taking a sniff of the air. "You must have had some story for Matt."
"I'm sure he'll fill you in on it." Peter sighed. "It's gonna knock your socks off."
"Lawyer/Client privacy, Mr. Parker."
"Trust me, there's nothing to hide with this story."
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"An omega?" Steve asked, looking at the office in front of him.
"Yes. We got a call from a young lady reporting an attempted assault. She said it was a male omega that asked her to call and that he had handled his attackers himself. I've seen the men. That man did a number on them. When we found out some of you were in the area, we figured we should tell you. That isn't typical omega behavior."
No, it wasn't. The again, their omega wasn't a normal omega.
"Can you tell me where this happened?"
"Right around the corner actually." The man said, pointing down the street. "I helped take the creeps in."
"Thank you officer. I promise we'll look in to it." Steve smiled as the officer puffed out his chest, clearly pleased with his exchange with an Avenger.
"Of course Captain Rogers."
Nodding to him, Steve continued down the street, pulling his cap down further. He hadn't been as careful as he should have been.
"I've got a lead." he spoke into his com. "He's definitely here."
He was about to answer the happy responses from his team when someone bumped into him.
"I'm sorry I wasn't watching wh-"
Steve froze as startled honey brown eyes, sat in a soft face, stared up at him. Light brown hair with a few curls shined with highlights from the sun's rays. From the young man's wrist hung a peeled back scent blocker, the skin around it red from scratching. Steve smiled softly as the sweetest smell in the world reached his nose.
"Found you."