You need to breath Peter
"Shit!" Peter hissed, sprinting down one of the alleyways. Matt had given him the scent blockers to stop this very sort of thing from happening. Damn his sensitive skin!
He frantically tried to get the blocker to stick back before frustration had him pulling his web shooter back over it. This was terrible. Of course he would run, literally, right in to Steve Rogers of all people. Parker Luck was bringing it's A-Game this go around.
Peter skid to a halt as a muscular figured appeared at the alley's exit before him. Bucky grinned at him, catching sight of Steve coming from the other end.
"B-Bucky?" Peter stuttered, the familiar face of his friend a welcome sight.
"Hey kid."
Peter's blood ran cold. Buckynevercalled him "kid". It was always "punk", "spider nerd", or "Pete".
His Bucky never called him "kid".
"Nice try." Peter growled, pulling himself out of his head before jumping up at latching to the wall of the building next to him. Ignoring the surprised calls of the two men below him, Peter scurried up the wall and hoisted himself on to the roof. This, this was familiar. The running. The fear. The push to survive and avoid capture.
"Two down, probably three to go Parker." Peter muttered, pumping his legs as he took a flying leap from one roof to another. If he could make it back to Matt's office, he could wait them out, maybe properly stick the blocker back on instead of depending on his shooter to hold it in place. He could also take the time to fully remind himself that this Bucky and Sam weren't his Bucky and Sam.
Taking another leap, Peter gasped as two red and gold clad arms grasped him around the chest, lifting him higher up.
"Hello honey." Tony cooed.
"Put me down!" Peter growled, squirming desperately.
"Trust me, you're safe with us. We just want to talk to you."
His anger rising, Peter threw out his arm, a web catching on a rooftop exit. Pulling hard, the two shot down, rolling across the cement covered top. Shaking his head, Peter scurried to his feet, not bothering to check on Tony's status before he was running again. He wished he had at least taken his mask with him. His eyes scanned the area as he ran. If he could find a place tall enough, maybe he'd be above eyesight and his lack of a mask wouldn't matter. None of the buildings close by were tall enough and the area around him was becoming to familiar to deviate from.
"Matt!" he grinned. He was almost back at the office. "Come on Spider-Man. At this point, running should be as much of a second nature at swinging is."
His growing confidence was short lived as a bright light flared before him, and Thor Odinson stood in it's place. The god seemed to tower over him, yet there was nothing threatening in his stance.
"I assure you, you have no reason to fear us. We will take care of you." his smile was soft and offered comfort.
Peter glared, taking a few steps back before feeling a small prick on his shoulder blade. Reaching behind him, he pulled out a small dart. Why hadn't his Spider-Sense warned him? Turning around slightly, the Black Widow herself smiled at him.
"It's ok, маленький паук."
Peter's eyesight blurred for a moment as he rubbed at his eyes. He heard a shuffle from in front of him and turned just in time to dodge Thor's reach for him. He staggered, trying to keep his head clear. He had to get to Matt.
"Slow young one." Thor's voice was soothing, and Peter felt himself relaxing at the tone.
"No!" he shouted, snapping himself out of it.
He was not soothed by an Avenger!
His steps were sluggish. What had he been shot him with? The need to get to Matt and Karen was increasing at an alarming rate. He couldn't afford to be vulnerable.
He gasped as more smells filtered in to his nostrils as Steve, Tony and Bucky finally joined them.
"You don't make things easy, do you sweetheart?" Tony asked, his faceplate lifting to show his grin.
Peter felt mortified as a thick wetness slipped out of him.
What the fuck is that?
His mind screamed as the alphas before him took deep breaths. They all smiled lovingly at him.
"So perfect." Bucky grunted out, desperately wanting to pull the omega to him.
Peter managed to back up to the edge before another gush of wetness slipped out. His body fumed at his brain's refusal to give in to his the alphas. Was this what being an omega was like all the time? Latching on to an alpha and having a desire to be with them in every way?
His vision blurred again as Natasha slipped closer. Her wrist was exposed and angled up to fully catch the wind. Her smell reminded him of all things fall. It was his favorite season. Hewantedto go to her. He wanted her to wrap her arms around him and hold him.
Allowing himself to act, he slowly lifted his foot.....and stepped backward off the building.
He watched the panicked faces of the Avengers look down at him and yell as he fell. Forgoing his worry about people seeing him, he shot out a web and swung off to safety. Matt's office was two blocks over. He could make it.
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Matt jumped as the sound of someone crashing in through his open window filled the office.
The familiar scent of Peter reached his nose and he quickly shut the window.
"Jesus kid! Why are you crashing through my window and why can I smell you?"
"The patch itched!" Peter cried, struggling to focus and stay awake. "I pulled it back scratching and literally ran in to the Steve Rogers!"
"I feel like this is something I should have expected." Matt smirked, then crinkled his nose.
Peter glared as his vision blurred again.
"All five of the...alphas, are in Hell's Kitchen! They chased me, and Bl-Back Widow....."
Matt moved, bending down and helping him to the couch in his office.
"Lay down Pete. Looks like she hit you with a sedative. You must be made of stronger stuff than I realized. I can smell it on you. You should have already been out. I'm surprised you made it here."
Peter blinked up at him, then slipped under.
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"What the hell happened?" Tony screamed, watching thier omega fly off. "He's swinging and drugged! Thor, let's go!"
The god nodded, swinging his hammer and the two flew off.
"We severely underestimated him." Bucky frowned. "I'm both impressed and worried. He's going to get hurt."
"That should have put him under. I would have never went the route if I knew he could fight it off." Natasha growled, going and picking up the discarded dart.
"Hopefully Tony and Thor can catch him. I can't imagine why he thought he'd be safer swinging off like that instead of letting us take him home." Steve sighed.
"We're missing his story." Bucky furrowed his brows. "He hesitated again when he saw me. I could see a hopeful recognition in his eyes before he scaled the wall. He definitely knows me and Sam. More so, he trusted us."
"Well, we can't know anything if he won't even talk to us. Nat, you may have to up your dosage to my level. I don't want to drug him, but he belongs with his pack."
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Peter groaned, clutching his head as he sat up.
"Easy does it." a soft voice spoke next to him.
He startled as a cool cloth wiped his forehead. The soft material felt good against his heated and over stimulated skin.
"Here, take these. They'll help with the headache."
Peter cracked open his eyes to take in the sympathetic face of Karen Page. She ran the cloth over his face one more time before dumping two pills in his hand and giving him a glass of ice water. Peter nodded gratefully before downing the pills and all the water. Once he was done, Karen gently pushed him back down on the bed.
"Wh-where am I?" he struggled to get out.
"You're in our apartment. Matt carried you here." Karen soothed.
Peter lay for a few minutes, the past few hours running through his mind. He had come close to being caught. His breath hitched at the thought of just how close it was. The Avengers of his own time had never been able to get that close. His Spider-Sense was always working over time whenever they were near, sometimes to an almost debilitating degree. Why wasn't it doing that now? Why, when they were near, did it go silent?
He furrowed his brows and took things moment by moment. Running in to Steve, dodging him and Bucky, grounding Tony, facing Thor and Natasha, all of them showing up on the roof and he-
Peter shot up, startling Karen as he threw the blanket off his legs. He was most certainly not wearing the clothes he had on earlier.
"These arn't my clothes. They're not even my boxers."
"Your pants and boxers were dirty." Karen smirked as Peter's face reddened.
"I-I..I don't.."
"It was slick Peter."
"W-what?" he choked.
"Slick. It's what we omegas produce when aroused by our alphas."
"WHAT?" Peter screeched.
"It's a natural lubricant we make to ensure sex is easier."
Peter felt his mind shut down.
Aroused? By the Avengers? No! Absolutely not! He would not accept that. The Avengers were enemies and not to be trusted. There was no way he was going to have....relationswith an Avenger.
"Wait." Peter frowned, looking back down. "What ha..."
"I cleaned you up." Karen replied as thought it was the most natural thing.
"Karen! You ca-Matt's your-I knew-" He floundered, desperate to get out a full sentence.
"You knew me in another life? Matt told me everything Peter." Karen smiled softly. "I understand this must be awkward for you, but it's not for me. It's not that I don't know you, it's that it's natural that I would clean you up. The smell of slick doesn't have an effect on other omegas, so it's natural for omegas to attend to those who are unmated. Even a mated alpha can become aroused around the smell of an unmated omega's slick. I must thank you for the......intense workout Matt and I had earlier." she winked saucily at him.
Peter's face flamed.
"You-You can't just say things like that, Karen!"
Karen laughed, flicking his forehead.
"You have a lot to learn, Peter." she smiled softly.
"I'm not cleaning you Karen. Not ever."
"I would hope not." Karen smirked, crossing her arms. "I'm a mated omega. I have an alpha for that."
"I see the baby spider brat is awake." Matt grinned, walking in to the room.
"I'm 26 years old." Peter huphed.
"I'm 30. Karen is 28. You're younger than both of us. I also had to carry you in here. That makes you a baby spider brat."
"I thought we had connected."
"You're in my apartment. Take what you're offered." Matt replied, voice lighter than his deadpan look.
Karen chuckled, holding a hand out.
"Come on Peter. We ordered out and the food just arrived. Let's eat."
Taking her offered hand, Peter blushed and fidgeted.
"Um, I hate to push my luck and sound ungrateful-"
"I figured you had a pretty fast metabolism as fast as you burnt through that sedative." Matt stopped him. "I ordered extra."
Peter smiled as he followed Matt and Karen toward the kitchen. Being with them both brought a lot of good and bad memories to his mind. With the way things had been, he had never really gotten the chance to mourn them properly.
When he had first gotten bit and started going out as Spider-Man, Daredevil had been the first vigilante he had come in to contact with. While thier first meeting hadn't exactly gone well, the two had developed a strong friendship over time. Through Matt, he had met others like, Luke Cage, Jessica Jones, Danny Rand and Frank Castle. Frank had been quite the interesting individual. He had also been one of the hardest people for the Avengers to take down. It took all of them attacking at one time to finally subdue him.
Shaking his head, Peter watched the Matt and Karen move about the kitchen. They were so in sync it was painful. This was how it should have been for them back in his own world.
"Stop thinking so much Peter." Matt said, turning to look at him. "You can't change the past."
"That sounds familiar." Peter puffed out a laugh.
As he watched the two gather plates and cups and unpack the food, Peter felt the first stirs of contentment since he arrived.
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"So, you lost the spider guy?" Clint asked, looking up over the back of the couch as the alphas entered the common room.
"We didn't lose him." Tony snapped. "He just wasn't where we followed his scent to."
"Soooo, you lost him." Sam smirked.
"We need a game plan." Natasha said, shoving Clint off the couch as she sat down. "Even if he wasn't there when you arrived," she looked at Thor and Tony. "He had been."
"You think Matt Murdock has him?" Steve frowned. "He's always been good guy. He also has his own omega."
"Just because that's where he went, it doesn't mean Murdock has anything to do with him." Bucky replied, flopping down next to Natasha.
"Have any of you even wondered why he's running from you?" Bruce asked, walking in to the room. "I got the impression he wasn't to happy to see any of us. Maybe he's just overwhelmed."
"Well, he was fine with Sam and Bucky until they joined us." Clint shrugged from his spot on the floor.
"Well none of that matters when we can't even talk to him!" Tony grumbled.
"Leave it to you five to have a super powered omega that doesn't want you." Sam snickered.
"We shall not give up." Thor declared. "This is our intended, and we will prove to him he has nothing to fear from us."
"I say we set up a watch outside Murdock's office." Tony grinned.
"Tony, we don't actually have proof that Matt even knows anything about him." Steve sighed.
"No, I agree." Bucky nodded. "Whether he does or not, it's the only lead we have."
"I can still recall his scent. He is truly strong of heart. We could have been gifted a better mate." Thor smiled at his fellow alphas, who all agreed.
"Well then, what happens if you manage to get him back here?" Bruce asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Then we'll make sure he feels loved, safe and taken care of. We've waited a long time for our omega to arrive." Steve replied.
"We should prepare a room for him." Natasha stated. "It'll show him we respect his privacy as well as show we're willing to take it slow."
"Well then!" Tony grinned, jumping up and clapping his hands together. "Time to get our spider baby a room ready."
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Groaning, Peter bumped his forehead against the cool glass. He just couldn't wrap his mind around the world he was currently in. Karen promised to come talk to him about things once she and Matt had cleaned up. He had offered to help, but the two had turned him away and told him to rest.
Still, despite what he was positive was going to be horrible news, there was one thing this world offered, a fresh start tojustbe the Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man. Here, he could look out for the little guy. Protect the streets.
The smile that had begun to cross his face quickly fell as he caught a glimpse of a young child in an Iron Man costume walking down the sidewalk between his parents. He had a large smile of his face as he looked up as his father.
He had briefly forgotten about the Avengers at the idea of returning to the streets and helping people. How he forgot, he wasn't sure. After all, the Avengers had been what prevented his original plans in the first place.
He sighed, his breath fogging up the glass. No matter how many times he heard it, he couldn't just turn off his brain's memories. The Avengers of his time weren't heroes, and they had hurt him both physically and emotionally. Psychologically too, if he was honest.
A knock on the door had him turning as Karen walked in.
"Alright Peter, let's sit and talk." she smiled softly.
Swallowing, Peter sat down on the bed as she sat across from him.
"I'd ask if you had any questions, but I think it would be easier for me to start and you just ask as we go."
Peter nodded, waiting for her to proceed.
"Well, we already talked about the slick production earlier-"
"Moving on. I got the gist of that. Which I think you're mistaking on my part. There was no way I was reacting to any of them."
Karen nodded sympathetically, aware of Peter's past.
"I know Matt talked about scent blockers to you."
"Yeah. Don't know how I'll get those though." Peter scoffed. "What kind of stupid law is that? I was attacked because I didn't have anything to mask my scent, which is weird on it's on. Matt was able to smell how I was feeling. Without those scent blockers, you're an open book."
"It's not right. There are groups out there now that are trying to bully politicians to put more rights into omega hands. The whole thing is archaic really. It stems from a time when no one wore blockers and it was how mates were found. It was also extremely dangerous for omegas, mated or not. While it's punishable by death to mess with a mated omega, there are some alphas out there who will still do it."
"Not on my watch." Peter growled.
"Slow down spider brat." Karen smirked. "We still have some things to go over."
"Well, it can't get worse, so let's keeping going."
Karen paused, looking away. The longer she avoided his gaze, the more Peter worried.
"Karen? It....it can't get any worse, right?"
Taking a breath, Karen looked him in the eye.
"You're going to have to be very careful, Peter. With your enhancements, normal medication is most likely not going to work on you. You will probably need to see a specialist for your pills."
"I've taken regular meds before. You just gave me regular pain pills." Peter tilted his head in confusion.
"No, I gave you some pain pills created for Jessica Jones and her enhancements. They're probably not as strong as you would need, but they're better than normal."
"Then what pills are you talking about?"
Karen hesitated, chewing on her bottom lip. She knew what she was about to say wasn't going to go over well. Still, it was important.
"Birth control pills, Peter. You'll need to start taking birth control."
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Peter groaned as he put a hand over his eyes. The morning sun filtered in through the window. Grunting, he rolled over and pulled the covers up over his head. Why did the sun have to come up so early? He burrowed further into the comfortable mattress and breathed in the smell of fabric softner-
"Holy shit!" Peter yelled, jerking up and falling out of bed.
His eye frantically scanned the small bedroom. It wasn't his little hovel in Queens that was for sure. He couldn't hear the sounds of Sam cooking breakfast, or Bucky criticizing his skills. His body felt awful and his head was spinning. Where was he?
He flinched as the door burst open and Matt Murdock and Karen Page ran into the room.
"Peter!" Karen shouted, dropping down next to him. "Are you ok?"
"K-Karen? Matt?" Peter choked out, eyes darting between the two of them. "Wh-"
"You're ok Pete." Matt spoke calmly. "Take a deep breath and try to remember yesterday. A lot happened to you so I'm not surprised you're a little confused."
Peter tried to close his eyes and think, but he couldn't tear his gaze away from a very much alive Karen and Matt.
"Breath, Peter." Karen soothed. "Breath with me."
She placed his hand on her chest, urging him to follow her pattern. Slowly, his breaths evened out, and his brain unclouded. Peter dropped his head between his knees.
"I'm sorry." he mumbled out.
"It's ok." Karen assured him, rubbing circles on his back. "I can't imagine what you're going through."
"I'd like to say I've delt with worse, but I can't say I've ever dealt with physical and permanent body changes." Peter gave her a tight smile.
The three waited quietly until Peter sat straight up and moved to stand.
"I don't remember falling asleep last night." he frowned, rubbing the back of his neck.
Matt gave Karen's hand a squeeze before leaving the room.
"Peter," she took a breath. "You didn't fall asleep. You fainted and slept several hours."
"Fainted?"
"Yeah. Um, what do you remember last?"
"I remember us sitting on the bed and you giving me some rundown on this whole, second gender, thing."
Karen nodded, grabbing his hands and moving his back to the bed. Firmly, she pushed him to sit and grabbed something off the desk by the bed.
"You fainted last night, because I talked to you about pills." she said, holding up the packet of pills.
"I fainted over some pills? Geeze Karen, what are you trying to get me to take?"
"Peter, just know that if you faint on me again, I'm going to slap you and leave you were you fall."
Peter threw up his hands in defense.
"Your second gender makes you very special Peter."
"More so than being a genetically enhanced 'spider brat'?" Peter grinned.
"Yeah....way more special."
"Well, don't keep me in suspense! What's my new skill set?"
"Omega males are pretty rare these days, Peter. It's not that anything is wrong with them, it's not even that they're treated any different from female omegas, it's just that they are."
"So, I'm special because I'm rare?" Peter frowned, an eyebrow raised.
"You're special because you're a male who can give birth, Peter! We talked about birth control pills!"
The room froze as Karen and Peter stared at each other. Neither moved, as it seemed like time slowed. As time passed, Karen wasn't sure if Peter was even breathing anymore. Cautiously, she lifted her hand to his chest, relieved to feel the rise and fall.
"Peter, honey, I need you to look at me."
Peter stared blankly ahead.
"It's not a bad thing Peter. It can be managed."
"Pregnant!" Peter yelled, making Karen yelp in surprise. "I'm a man, Karen! I can't get pregnant!"
"I'm afraid you can Peter. As sexist as this is going to sound, we omegas make damn good house wives and mothers. It's literally in our composition. It doesn't define us, but we do excel at it."
"That doesn't explain anything Karen! You're a female, it's perfectly natural for you to be able to give birth!"
"And it's perfectly natural for a male omega to give birth here."
"Oh my God!" Peter groaned, his head falling into his hands
"You can only get pregnant during a heat Peter, so it's not a constant fear to have."
"That's not helping, Karen!"
Karen sighed and twirled a strand of her hair absentmindedly.
"What do you say we take a break on 'Omega 101'?"
Peter nodded, eyes darting around to avoid looking at her.
"I know it's a lot for you, Peter. It's a lot even for those of us who have always lived with our second gender. I'm here though. I'll answer any questions you have. Now, let's put your scent blockers on and get you some clothes so you can explore the city."
"Last time I explored the city, I had a run-in with the Avengers." Peter huphed. "Maybe I should lay low for a while."
"Is that what you want to do?" Karen asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Not particularly, but I have no interest in another encounter either. How do you know they're not just hiding thier true natures? The Avengers from my world started out as heroes."
Karen was quiet as she studied Peter's face. Despite his sleep, she could see the slight bags under his eyes and the haunted look in his features. Her heart ached for him. Just from the little she knew about his past, Peter had suffered greatly at the hands of Earth's Mightiest. It didn't matter how good the Avengers of this world were, Peter wasn't going to be able to move on so easily.
"Honestly, we don't know."
Peter's head snapped up to look at her, clearly surprised by her admission.
"Matt has worked with them before. So have the rest of the Defenders. They've even worked alongside the X-Men. No one has any reason to think they're harboring ill intent. They've been at this hero thing for a few years now, and they've never done anything even remotely questionable. Still,youhave no reason to trust them. You haven't had any real interactions with them. Personally, given what you've gone through, I think it's perfectly natural how you feel. I wouldn't want to be near them either."
"Is this some type of reverse psychology, Karen?" Peter's eye narrowed in suspicion as he started at her.
"Not at all." Karen smiled, shaking her head. "Just a simple observation and opinion."
Peter's suspicion didn't waiver. So far, Peter had yet to find anyone that would be on his side fully.
"Regardless, you're going to need to figure something out." Karen gave him a pointed look. "The Avengers arn't going to just give up on you. They've been looking for thier omega for a long time."
"I am not their omega." Peter ground out, furious at the turn his life had taken. Had he not suffered enough in his old world that he had to continue to suffer in this one too?
"Put these on, Pete. You can come with me and Matt to the office."
"I think I should stay in."
"You can't hide out in our apartment forever. I have a heat coming up in a week. I don't know if you're going to want to be here for that. Matt says I can get pretty loud and demanding." Karen grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischievousness.
"Oh God.I guess I should be grateful for the tranq that was in my system when I got here." Peter groaned. "I'll just find a hotel or something. I have no interest in hearing you and Matt go at it. I stayed with you guys once in my world and swore I've never do it again."
"Hmm...guess some things are universal."
"Get out Karen."
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"What time does Murdock open up?" Clint asked, yawning into his com.
"He should be opening now." Natasha replied.
As if on cue, the front door opened and Matt's omega, Karen, stepped out on to the street. She looked around with a smile before stepping back inside. The door remained open, her foot out on the stoop as she leaned back in.
"What's she doing?" Sam asked, watching as Karen seemed to rock back and forth, in and out of the door.
"Looks like she's struggling with something." Bucky noted.
The teamed had scouted several locations from which to watch the lawyer's office. Sam and Clint hadn't been to happy to have been informed of thier own involvement. Both had argued that they had nothing to gain from stalking some omega that had no appeal to them. It was hard, however, to put up an argument against five determined alphas.
"Are we really going to wait and watch Murdock's omega's weird doorstep dance?" Tony's impatient voice sounded over the link.
"I agree with Stark." Thor responded. "While it is oddly entertaining, we must conti-"
Everyone stopped as Karen finally won her struggle and out popped the very object of their stakeout. The omega male frowned and tried to get back into the office, only to be blocked by the unimpressed blonde. The two engaged in an argument, neither one interested in backing down. The more they argued, the louder they seemed to get.
"I'd rather stay indoors today, Karen!"
"And I say you need sunshine and to explore, Peter!"
"I'm perfectly fine going without either!"
"This is a place of business, Parker." Karen huphed. "We close at five and Matt gave you money. You have your scent blockers on, you'll be fine! If it'll make you feel better, here." Karen rolled her eyes, leaning back inside and before returning and slamming a ball cap down on Peter's head. "There. Incognito."
"This...this is the worst disguise ever."
"Well, it's all I have and it's all you're getting. Now go. Have fun. Do that...thing you do." she smirked, shoving a book bag at his chest.
"You're the worst, Karen." Peter grumbled, sliding the bag over his shoulder and starting down the sidewalk.
"Have a good day, Peter!" Karen shouted, waving after him with a sickeningly sweet smile. "See you at five!"
Peter didn't respond as he stomped off.
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"Peter Parker. Well, we have a name now." Natasha smiled, joining Clint at his vantage point and watching Peter get further from Nelson & Murdock.
"And what a cute name it is." Tony's teasing voice answered.
"We need a plan. We clearly can't approach him as a team." Steve noted, as Bucky and Thor joined him.
"He seemed to respond to Nat yesterday." Bucky hummed. "Maybe she could try approaching him."
"Why does she always get the fun jobs?" Tony pouted.
"Because she's clearly the best of the bunch." Sam snorted.
"Nice, Sam." Clint grinned, making eye contact where Sam perched on the building over.
"I'll handle this. Everyone else hang back, especially you Tony." Natasha confirmed, slipping away from Clint and vanishing from sight.
"Why am I always the one called out?"
"Because you're the most impulsive." Steve deadpanned.
"Wrong, Cap. I'm the most decisive!"
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Peter grumbled as he made his way down the street. As soon as he found a dark enough alley, Spider-Man was about to make an appearance in the city. Maybe Karen was right. Maybe it would do him some good. Stopping outside a long, slightly dark alley, Peter ducked inside. Dropping his pack to the ground, he quickly shucked his pants, his suit underneath them. His shirt followed next, and he shoved them all into his bag while pulling out his mask and shooters. He had just snapped them on his wrists when a silky voice spoke up from behind him.
"I was wondering when I'd get to see you in action again."
Peter whirled around, startled by the lack of a warning from his spider-sense, to see the fiery redhead smirking at him. Peter swallowed hard, watching her with caution as she took a slow step forward.
"You garnered quite the attention with your help at the bank."
Peter didn't respond, his foot sliding back as the familiar feeling of fear crept through him. This was Black Widow, one of the deadliest of the Avengers. Peter would know, he had quite the scar to show for it.
"We really do just want to talk to you. I want you to feel safe while we do." she soothed, raising her wrist and removing her scent blocker.
Her comforting scent filled Peter's nostrils, causing them to flair and his fear to falter. He knew he should run, but his spider-sense remained silent. It was that silence that kept him more alert. She was not to be trusted, no matter how much he wanted to go to her.
"It's ok Маленький паук, you're safe with me."
Peter shook his head, trying to remove the slight fog.
"I don't know exactly what you're doing..." he ground out.
"Scents are always a bit overwhelming before mates bond. I'm just letting you feel our connection. You're my omega. I'm your alpha." Natasha smiled at him.
Peter stared. The Natasha of his world had never worn an expression of affection like the one on display now. Peter wasn't sure he liked it. He definitely wasn't sure he liked how it made him feel.
Making a snap decision, Peter shoved his mask over his head and turned to shoot out a web. A quick escape was his best option while the mask was slightly muffling the assassin's scent. Before he could lift his feet off the ground, a body tackled him from above, taking him by surprise.
"Hey!" Peter shouted, as the figure squirmed.
"Clint!" Natasha yelled, yanking the archer off. "What are you doing?"
"Sam tripped me! We just wanted to see how this went down!"
"I did not!" Sam shouted, looking down over the edge of the roof with a glare.
"You're an idiot Barton." Tony huphed, joining Natasha.
Peter jumped to his feet, spinning around to face his gathering enemies.
"It's ok, Peter."
Peter's head shot up as Steve Rogers held his hands up.
"How do you know my name? I never told you that!" Peter growled, anger flaring. "Have you been spying on me?"
"You and Karen are pretty loud." Clint shrugged.
"Peter, if you would just give us a chance to talk. We'll even remove our blockers so you can feel more comfortable. You'll be able to tell any ill will through our scents." Steve said, raising his own wrist and removing the patch.
Peter backed away again as the other alpha's also removed the skin colored patches at their wrist.
Enticing, calming and safe smells filtered through the air, assaulting Peter's sensitive sense of smell. It was to much, and oddly not enough. He tried to take another step back, but his vision swam from the movement. His head felt foggier then when it had only been one of them.
"Are...are you....are you trying to drug me?" Peter frowned, ripping his mask off, only making the scents stronger.
"No young omega." Thor smiled. "We are trying to connect with you."
It was to much. His body prickled all over. The light was to bright. The sounds to loud. The smells to strong. Sensory overload.
"Peter?" Natasha's voice filtered through, muffled by his over stimulation.
Before he knew what was happening, everything went black.
"Holy shit!" Clint yelled, catching Peter before he hit the ground. "What the hell did you guys do?"
"Nothing!" Tony shouted, snatching Peter out of the beta's hold. "Barnes, call Banner! Tell him to be ready when we get there!"