Poor Baby Birds
Steve awoke to a silence; at first it was strange, having lived in the city all his life, but then he came to his senses and remembered where he was. It was then that he realised that it wasn’t, in fact, silent, but there was a soft sound coming from the door leading out if the cabin.
Steve looked around at his companions, seeing them all comfortable in their unconscious states. He carefully unwrapped Bucky’s arm from around his own waist and stood up, tiptoeing to the front door.
The Omega peeped outside, noticing the sunlight beginning to spill over the tree tops, and along with it birds began to chirp.
Steve eagerly took a step outside. Crossing over the threshold of the cabin. Step after step, further and further away from his friends. He found himself in the forest, head tilted up as he looked to the trees. Steve could see a few birds flying back and forth, carrying worms and twigs to their nests ready for the up and coming spring.
Steve knew that they had some deer left over from the night before, but he didn’t think he could stomach that two meals in a row. The skinny Omega reached his arms up and grabbed on to a branch, using the little muscle he had to lift himself up and onto it. Once Steve was stood on the branch, he reached for another, and another, until he was 10 feet into the air and was parallel to a birds nest. Inside the little nest were 5 eggs, all perfectly round and a pure egg-shell blue. The Omega quickly pocketed the eggs, not feeling bad that the parent birds would come back to find their babies gone, and sprinted out of the woodland and into the clearing where their little cabin sat.
It was only then that Steve noticed the view. In front of the cabin was a beautiful clearing sat atop a cliff. No trees obscured the view of the valley below. It was breath-taking. The clearing could probably hold 5 or 6 cars, definitely enough space for repair work.
“Steve!”
The Omega startled, one of his legs giving way and he crumpled to the floor. Bucky was immediately at his side, checking over Steve’s little body to if he was hurt.
“I’m okay, Buck. I’m okay.”
Bucky locked eyes with the blonde Omega, his own stone grey orbs drawn to Steve’s baby blue ones. “…Morning.”
Steve broke out into a grin, eyes crinkling with happiness. “Good morning, Buck. Did you sleep well?”
The Alpha nodded, standing up and reaching a hand out to help up the Omega as well. “What were you doing up so early?”
Steve held up a finger, reaching into his pockets and pulling out one of the birds eggs. “Breakfast!”
Bucky looked from Steve’s face to the egg in bewilderment, eyes wide. He shook his head before ruffling Steve’s hair and tucking him into his side so they could walk back to the cabin. “You’re such a punk…”
After a hearty breakfast of (strangely) non-cracked eggs, the four friends decided to do some exploring around the cabin.
They discovered that the upstairs had enough bedrooms for the four of them to sleep separately, and that there was a single toilet and shower. Each bedroom had a double bed and a closet, though what for was unknown and they only had the clothes on their backs.
Behind the cabin was a large shed, with steps leading to a second floor that was underground. Inside the shed they found 5 solar panels, a watering can, a water-butt, a very large tool kit, some cables, large slabs of wood, nails and screws, several paint tins, and 3 axes. Everything they needed for home renovations.
The only thing they didn’t find on their adventure was the panic room. Steve still had it around his neck, but the door to which the key opened was not to be found. It worried Steve a little. What if one of the Alphas went into Rut? What then?
They spent the rest of the day cleaning the cabin, sweeping down the wooden floors and dusting off the shelves. Bucky was trying to sort out the solar panels to see if they could get some electricity running, because if they could it meant they could have hot showers, which were, in Natasha’s words; “Vital for out survival.”
By the time the sun was beginning to set over the treetops, the interior or the cabin was completely clean. Natasha had worked on the Lounge and Bathroom, whilst Steve worked on the bedrooms. Sam cleaned the kitchen; wiping down every cupboard and even the sink.
“This place is finally starting to look like home.” Sam spoke to the group that evening. They were all crowded around the fire in the lounge, empty plates on their laps.
They were all exhausted. Bucky had managed to get the solar panels working, though no energy would be collected until that time tomorrow.
“Home is where the hearth is always lit.” Steve yawned.
Bucky set his plate aside, getting up from his seat and taking Steve into his arms. “We’ll see you both in the morning.”
Natasha and Sam watched the Alpha carry the Omega up the stairs, locking eyes with each other once they were out of sight.
“Do you see it?” Sam asked the red head.
Natasha nodded her head. “I hope they do to…” Natasha sniffed the air. “Did Steve take his suppressants, today?”
Steve didn’t.