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“I know it's scary sometimes,” Brock did his best not to look at you, “here,” he shrugged out of his jacket and tossed it over your shoulders.
You looked at him in surprise.
“Don't give me that look,” he says gruffly. “It's special, that jacket.”
“Special?”
“Yeah,” he answers, "made by the best, nothing can penetrate it. So, when we have to take you out there, make sure to wear it and you'll be safe.” He was so full of shit there was no way you'd believe that.
You snuggled into it, “bulletproof jacket?” That sounded about right for a SHIELD agent. It helped that it smells like him, made it better. “But you don't need it?” You asked, you could get your own. This covered more than a vest too.
He shook his head, “got a vest and I'm too good…” he chuckled.
Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Witch Reader, eventual ? x Omega Witch Reader and Alpha Steve Rogers X Omega Witch Reader
Theme: A/B/O / True Mates
Series Warnings: A/B/O, eventual smut, violence in parts, witchcraft, shapeshifters
Chapter Summary: Our reader prepares for a date, but will the pack's behaviour get in the way? This chapter has a brief reference to the last Christmas chapter, which is very cute if you want to read it!
Chapter Warning: In pack fighting if that's a warning? Steve getting a bit lustful.
Steve leaves after super. The pair of you sharing the various salads, potatoes, meats, cheese and bread that the pack had filled the basket with. There’s a homemade tiramisu that you’re told is Wanda’s creation, which Pietro is apparently insistent he’s helped with. Steve raises his eyebrows when you moan obscenely at how good it is.
There’s another heavy make out session that starts with stollen kisses as you tidy up and ends with you on the counter and your alpha forcing himself to pull away.
You part ways at the front gate, another exchange between your lips.
As Steve leaves looking happy and a little smug, you call after him. When he turns you don’t meet his eyes.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure ‘mega.” He tells you.
You smile at him still a little unsure but turn and make your way back inside the cottage. Your nose picks up that Bucky is near and you feel another pair of eyes on you besides Steve but don’t look back.
You turn off the lights and head to bed, thoughts of your alpha running through your mind. He mind links to you as you drift off to sleep, wishing you a goodnights sleep.
The next morning after you’ve showered and wandered around the cottage cleaning and putting away laundry, a flurry of scents hit your nose and after a little wait, there’s a knock at the door. It’s light and your nose tells you it’s Clint and Laura’s pups.
When you pull open the door, there’s a squeal of excitement.
“Momma, she answered!” The little girl, you know to be Lila squeals looking behind her.
You follow her glance and see Laura, Wanda and Natasha coming up the path, the latter carrying a large cool bag.
“Lila honey, you can’t just dump your brother on the ground like that.”
Lila is flanked by her brothers. The older one, Cooper, smiles at you shyly. Another little happy squeal leads you to Nathanial, who Lila had seemingly set down on the floor. You scoop him up and he’s quick to nuzzle into you.
“It seems someone knows who their Luna is already.” Natasha says fondly as she ruffles his hair.
You invite them all in and ask Laura if it’s okay that you’re holding her baby.
“Of course it is. Although I’m a little jealous that he got to greet you first.” She tells you, before pulling you into a hug, holding you as much as she can whilst you hold Nathanial.
There’s something about the way she hugs you. You’re not sure if it’s her scent or just the warmth of her hug, but it feels just as a mother’s should. It brings a lump to your throat. Laura pushes the hair from your face and looks you over like she’s checking you’re okay.
“Hello Luna.” She says her softly. She hugs you again and doesn’t let go until you feel little hands join the hug. Lila has wrapped herself around your leg and Cooper around your back.
“Hello little ones.” You say.
“She’s so pretty Mama.” Lila tells Laura, before turning back to you. “I wished on a star for you.”
“What do you mean little one?” You ask, as she looks up at you.
“I wished on a star. When Santa came, I wished for Uncle Steve to be happy.”
“Oh.”
“Well it looks like your wish worked.” Wanda says, stepping forward, she strokes Lila’s hair before her eyes meet yours. “Hello Luna.”
“Hello to you too sister.”
You reach for her with your free hand and she hugs you the best she can around the children.
“Okay maybe we should let Luna breathe.” Laura says, making them pull away.
“Mama can we eat now?” Cooper asks.
“We’ve brought a picnic.” Natasha tells you, lifting the cool bag.
“And he’s wanted to eat it since eight o’clock this morning.” Laura adds.
“Well let’s have this picnic then.” You say ruffling Cooper’s hair.
You spend the next couple of hours sitting in the cottage’s back garden eating the picnic Laura and Wanda have made, and playing with the children. Small talk is exchanged but soon leads to Steve.
“So I hear you have a date tomorrow night.” Natasha says casually, like she’s not digging for information.
“Yes Natasha. Steve and I have a date.” You reply matter of factly. “What else would you like to know?”
Wanda and Laura both snort with laughter at your forwardness, clearly already used to Natasha and her ways.
“Do you have something to wear?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
“Because if you don’t we could go shopping this afternoon.”
“I have something.” You tell her, thinking about the outfit you’d already thoughtout in your head.
“We could still go shopping.”
“I can’t this afternoon. I’m going to see Storm and the baby.”
Natasha huffs as Laura teases her about not being able to interfere.
As you say your goodbyes a little later, there’s a waft of scents coming from near the path, and your white wolf ears pick up growls.
The women at your side sigh and Cooper curls into his mother side.
“Mama, they’re fighting again.”
“Who is?” You ask, taking a sniff. There are so many scents mixed in, some you don’t know yet, that it’s hard to pick out who is fighting with who. “Sam’s upset. Oh and Bucky and Steve are….”
You pause as Steve mind links to you.
Omega, can you keep the pups up there whilst I deal with these idiots.
Of course Alpha. Do you need Natasha down there?
No, keep the little ones distracted as much as you can please.
You kneel down to Cooper and Lila, who are now both wrapped around their mother. Wanda holds Nathanial, whose head is buried in her neck.
“Why don’t we all go back into the cottage and watch a movie on Uncle Tony’s big, fancy TV. I can magic up endless popcorn and we can make a den with some blankets. My broom loves to help with dens.”
They both nod shyly and you guide everyone back inside. With a den made and the TV playing, you, Laura and Natasha gather at the kitchen island whilst Wanda watches the children in the den.
“How often is it happening? The others fighting like that?” You ask.
“Every few days.” Laura says sipping on a cup of coffee. “They need a luna.”
You raise your eyebrows in response.
“You know she’s right.” Natasha adds. “They need someone that’s firm but’ll also listen, and put them on their ass when they need to.”
“Well if they upset the kids again, they’ll be on their ass and up a tree.”
They go on to tell you more about the pack, and the rough edges that set everyone on edge. Most of it stems from Carol and Sam, but then there’s Bucky and Sam, with a the latter trying to be a shoulder to lean on and the first saying he doesn’t need it. Wanda pokes her head out from the den and adds they’ve been much better since you’ve been around. A common interest found in taking care of you and making sure Steve doesn’t mess it up. Carol and Natasha also come to blows more than they should Laura tells you, causing Natasha to shrug nonchalantly. Thor will ask repeatedly if Loki can visit even if the answer is usual no, although that seems to be a story for another day.
The afternoon moves on, and your omega rolls forward as Steve comes up the path. You can still smell the annoyance and anger on him from whatever has happened, along with the scent of the others.
You meet him near the front steps.
“Omega.” He says pulling you firmly and scenting your head. You attempt to pull away but he holds you tightly. “No, need you.”
“Steve. Listen to me for a second.” When he starts to nibble at your jaw your wolf takes a step and your voice turns firm. “Alpha.”
He stops and looks at you.
“Shit. Sorry sweetheart. My alpha, he needs you to help calm down.”
“I know but you reek of anger, yours and the others. The kids were unsettled Alpha.”
He kisses your head and holds you tightly.
“I know. Are they okay?”
You nod, explaining that they are tucked into a den with a movie.
“I know what it’s like to have a childhood when you’re scared and on edge, and I won’t have that here in the pack Alpha.”
“Nor will I ‘mega. Clint’s just lost his shit with the others too.”
“Good.”
You stay in his arms for a moment as he calms down and you soon find you’re purring at each other.
Steve agrees for you to cleanse him with a spell and then scent him to so not to risk the kids getting upset again. You also shoot a spell down the path to clear any lingering scents from the fallout.
As the others ready the kids to leave Steve pulls you to one side and kisses you firmly.
“Can I see you later?” He whispers in your ear.
“You’re seeing me tomorrow.”
“You’re gonna make me wait?”
“I’m going over to see Storm and the baby remember? I'm already late.” Steve huffs in reply. “You should probably keep an eye on your idiots anyway.”
“They’re going to be your idiots too.” You roll your eyes in response, before he kisses you again. “A nightcap then?”
“Maybe, if they behave.”
“They better.” He purrs in your ear. You kiss him again and you pull away as his hands wander, reminding him that the kids are nearby.
Sure enough when you return late into the evening Steve is sitting on the deck of the old house, just like he has the last week.
He saunters over, a cocky grin on his face.
“Alpha.”
“Omega.” He replies.
Your lips soon find his and he carries you into the cottage.
The next day, when it's far too late to be going out shopping you realise your outfit is very much not okay.
Maybe you've watched Pretty Woman too many times, but you're pretty such you look like you could be an extra in the movie right now, and not the scene at the races.
Sure you look sexy but it's a little step too far. You're memory drifts to another time you'd worn this outfit. Billy had whistled, Frank had looked at you briefly over the paper he was reading and told you to change.
"You'll start a damn riot. Throw some jeans on."
Billy had argued they were jeans and Frank had argued back that cut off denim shorts with your ass hanging out did definitely not count as jeans. You'd changed and Frank had kept you at his side all night.
Now looking in the mirror, you could see what he meant. The white bodysuit pushed up your chest and pulled in your waist, and the shorts made your ass look like you could earn money from it. The two together with 'the boots', were a combination that would quite possibly lead to Steve getting into a fight and you being pregnant.
A text to Storm with a photo is quickly replied to with a bunch of peach emojis, and that you might give Steve a heart attack. She says to send options but once her responses slow and then come to a stop, you realise she must have fallen asleep.
So you decide to rope in your nosey new friend.
Y/N: I need help
Natasha: With?
Y/N: My outfit. Do you have a minute to come up here?
Y/N: Please. Bring Wanda.
Natasha: I thought you had something?
You can practically smell the sarcasm.
Y/N: Now, is not the time to be a know-it-all Natasha. I look like a hooker and I don't want to embarrass Steve.
Y/N: It's fine, I'll call Jean.
Natasha: We're on our way. Laura and Carol are coming too.
It doesn't take long for their scents to drift up the path, the one you don't know you guess is Carol and her scent is soured. Natasha and Steve had both already warned you of the issues between Sam and Carol. Sam had been dating Maria, when the pack met Carol, and it soon became clear that she was part of the pack. She was also Maria's mate and what followed had been messy and complicated. They'd been at each other's throats since. Along with Laura's words, Steve had also warned you during your supper that Natasha and Carol would also snap at each other on occasion, with the female alphas vying for rank.
You hear Carol before you see her.
"I don't know why I need to be here for this." You hear her say.
"We're helping our luna pick an outfit for a date with our alpha." You hear Wanda reply.
"Well, I'm not sure why I need to be here why you all play dress up." Carol huffs.
"You're here to so you can introduce yourself to our luna." Natasha replies.
"Maybe she should get up of her ass and come and introduce herself to us."
"Watch your mouth!" Natasha snaps.
Wrapped in a robe, you use your magic to silently open the door and a cloaking spell so they can't see you. Laura has her hands on her hips and shakes her head in a disappointment, as if she's watching her children bicker. Wanda looks around and clearly picks up that you're somewhere nearby but can't place you. Natasha and Carol go back and forth and start to square up to each other.
"Why would she come down and meet us when she didn't know what was happening between her and Steve? Or should she just wander down to watch you and Sam go at each other again?"
"You've all been babysitting her for days. It's obsurd."
"You don't know shit about her." Natasha snarls.
"No, because all you all do is whisper and you don't tell me or Maria shit. So what, she sits up here like a princess and you babysit her? Make her dinners? Is she a child?" Carol spits almost venomously.
You take that moment to stand directly at the side of Carol and drop the cloaking.
"No, I'm a witch with a tragic backstory."
She jumps away from you and let's out a yelp, tripping over her feet in the process. To say she was in the military, you're surprised by how she reacts, that's until she rights herself and steps back towards you. Was she going to swing or challenge you, or both? Either way you know as luna that you need to stand your ground.
When she takes another step you growl deep and dangerous. It reminds Natasha of that night in the woods.
You lean towards Carol who's eyes are wide and you snap your jaws at her. Her head lowers in submission and then she's pulled away from you.
More scents waft up your nose and there's another deep growl, only this time it's not from you. Bucky's broad shoulders block your view and his metal arm reaches around and lands on your robe covered thigh.
You glance to your left and see Natasha has pulled Wanda behind her. Clint is now also there with Laura behind him.
"DON'T YOU EVER CHALLENGE OUR LUNA AGAIN!!" Bucky snarls. "YOU SO MUCH AS LOOK AT HER WRONG AND I WILL END YOU! DO YOU UNDERSTAND!"
Carol whimpers in response.
"THAT'S NOT AN ANSWER! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"
"Yes Beta." She says in a whisper.
"Pietro, get her out of here before I do something I won't regret."
You look around Bucky's shoulder to see Pietro manhandle Carol from the floor. She goes to pull away from his grip but his growl soon stops her.
"Carol" You call after her. "You try that shit again, you upset the kids with your behaviour or cause anymore upset in the pack, and you'll meet the wolf and the witch in me fully. Do you understand?"
"Yes Luna." She replies, her back to you.
You nod at Pietro and he leads her down the path, shooting you a wink as he goes. Bucky's eyes don't leave them until they're out of sight, his back straight and his scent full of pure anger and rage.
Natasha speaks first.
"Beta?"
"I'm fine." Bucky replies firmly. "I just need a minute."
For the first time, and the second time for Wanda, you mind link to the others stood with you.
Can you give us a minute please?
They nod and follow your request, with Natasha and Wanda heading into the cottage, and Laura and Clint going back down the path to check on the kids.
Bucky stands as though he's been frozen, hand still gripping your thigh.
"Beta."
He responds with a sigh.
"I'm sorry Luna, but I can't have her challenge you like that."
"Beta."
"I know you can handle yourself."
"Beta. I'm not mad." You tell him as you wrap your arms around him.
He let's out a sigh but it's different to the one a few moments before. That sounded like disappointment, this one feels like your arms around him are helping him calm down.
"What happened is probably my fault. I cloaked myself and snook up on her. Her and Nat were squaring up to each other and she started to talk shit about me. The others have mentioned that she's being a problem. I was trying to give her a little lesson."
"Good. She needs to know here damn place. You could of shot a spell at her and she still shouldn't have stepped up to you like that." Bucky growls.
You loosen your hands from around his waist to stand in front of him. The breeze picks up as you do and blows his hair across his face. You push it back, and place your hand over his unclaimed bond on the crook of his neck. His hands find your waist.
"Do you need help to calm down?" He doesn't answer immediately, and his face flickers with something you can't quite place. His scent sours. "Beta? Do you need..."
He pulls away from you abruptly.
"You shouldn't be so familiar with me." He snaps.
"Excuse me?"
"The touching, and calling me Beta. I'm not your beta yet! And I've seen how you look at me, when you think I'm not looking." He snarls.
Your wolf snaps forward.
"Beta. Watch your tone with me."
Bucky's eyes go wide, like he's shocked with himself.
"Y/N, Luna, I'm sorry. I don't know what happened. I'm sorry." He blurts out, before bolting back down the path.
Theme: Soulmate AU / Medieval / Fantasy / Soulmate Marks
Summary: Bucky and Steve have known they were soulmates since they were children. Fate bringing a then sickly Steve and the future King together. War takes them apart and throws them back together over and over, in and out of each other lives, arms and beds. But something is missing and throughout, they know they are missing their third and final piece. The kingdom is now Bucky's and Steve's, the latter now a leader and no longer a sickly child. Both are war heroes, with the respect of their country and those that surround it. They are a force to be reconned with, admired and respected within the other royal houses. They could have any maiden or princess they wanted, but they don't want just anyone. They want their soulmate. They want their princess. Even if she is known as The Feral Princess.
Chapter Summary: Bucky opens up to our reader and Steve sees a different side to her.
Bucky leads you down a gravelled path, your arm looped in his. Darcy, Natasha and Wanda follow you from a respectable distance, one that says to anyone watching that you are being chaperoned as any respectable Princess and her future husband should be.
Those that do see you walking are of course oblivious to the kiss you and Bucky shared or the fact you have stood naked in front of both of your future husbands.
You're aware John is somewhere nearby, quietly observing along with two of your Uncle's Robin men. To anyone else they're invisible, even John with his large frame, but certainly not to you.
Bucky leads you to a walled garden and heavy wooden gate. A waft of roses sweeps up your nose and he turns the handle, releasing you to prop it open with a rock. He gestures you to follow him inside and you're quick to see where the smell is coming from.
The walled garden is full of roses. Each wall with a different coloured rose climbing up it. You don't miss they are the Barnes colours. Different rose bushes fill the flower beds and there are occasional pots with rarer colours along the path.
Lavender, marigolds and other flowers make up the gaps between the roses, and as you look around you realise that some of them are familiar. Your thoughts go to Bucky's mother and as you turn to speak to him, you find he has left your side.
He's sitting on a bench inside a wooden arbour. He's hunched over, elbows near his knees and his hands clasped together, his forehead resting against them.
Warmth grows around your soulmate mark and you again feel the need to comfort him.
"James?"
He ignores you so you crouch in front of him.
"James? What is it?"
He fails to acknowledge you, but does look over to where Natasha, Wanda and Darcy have situated themselves in a corner of the walled garden, suddenly finding a corner of the walled garden incredibly interesting, as they stand with their backs to you. Bucky looks down to his feet, and you look back over your shoulder and whistle a brief tune at Darcy. She turns and heads back to the gate, the others following her. They stand the other side of it to give you privacy but leave it open so it appears you are still being chaperoned.
"What is it?" You ask again.
"This was my mother's garden." He says, a lump in his throat.
You reach forward and brush the stray hairs that have fallen forward away from his face.
"Thank you for showing me. I recognise some of the flowers."
"You grow the same ones at Lionheart or in the Loxley woods?"
"Both, but that's not what I meant. Your mother sent a wreath in a mix of Lionheart and Barnes colours to the Queen's funeral. I remember it because it was one of the prettiest ones there."
"She probably arranged it herself. She was always good with flowers. She tried to teach Becca a view times but she doesn't have the concentration for it." He paused for a moment before letting out a sigh. “She would be so disappointed in me."
"I'm sure that's not true."
"You didn't know her." He snapped abruptly.
"No, but I knew of her, and she wrote to me on occasion."
"What?!"
"On the Queens passing and a few times after. I think she suspected I, or the dragons, had been responsible for what happened to Rumlow. She gave advice on how to help Richard with his grief, with the children and how to manage a kingdom, who to trust, who not to. So did Frigga. Your mother came to the Queens funeral. I was heavily guarded and wasn’t allowed to speak to anyone but I saw her there. Everyone was surprised she had managed to convince your father to let her attend. Her and Frigga kept looking over to me like worried mothers do. They only stopped after Marion and Robin spoke to them.”
Bucky sat in silence for a moment as he pieced together what you had told him, what Richard had shared and his own memories. Had his mother known you were his and Steve's?
"What makes you so sure she would be disappointed in you James?"
He let out a huff and shook his head.
"I have not treated people as I should have."
"How so?"
"You saw how the cook and the kitchen staff reacting when I went in there. That poor woman used to sneak us sweet treats as children, now she can barely look at me."
"It is not too late for anything to be undone, for you to make things better."
"Mrs Brooks is not the only person I should make amends with."
"Then you make amends, one by one."
"I would look weak."
"A strong man admits when they are wrong. A weak one denies it."
"You sound like my mother."
"Well, she was a very wise woman." You say with a smile.
"She was." Bucky paused before taking you in, knelt before him. A breeze swept through the garden, blowing your hair across your face. He reached for you and pushed it away. "She would have adored you Tulip, and she would have been very amused that you have kept me busy."
You watched as his eyes filled with tears.
"James."
"I miss her. I miss her so damn much." He tells you, his voice breaking as a tear ran down his face.
You stand abruptly and Bucky rubs at his face, embarrassed and annoyed that he's shown you weakness. He goes to stand but is stopped by your hands in his hair. You stand between his legs and pull him into you. His head rests somewhere between your chest and stomach, and he wraps his arms around you in return.
You stay like that for a while. One hand holding on his shoulders and another combing through his hair.
You pause when you feel eyes on you and you snap your head in the direction of the gate, annoyed that someone has interrupted such a private and delicate moment.
You find Steve looking back at you. His eyes sweep over you, taking in the scene in front of him. Bucky's arms are still wrapped around you as you comfort him and he hears you speak softly to Bucky.
"Your husband is here."
When Bucky pulls away and stands, Steve sees his red rimmed eyes, and watches as rubs tears from his face. He goes to say something. To tell you off for upsetting your shared soulmate and his husband, wondering what you've done to upset him. He stops himself as you pull a handkerchief from your cleavage, causing Bucky to let out a huff of laughter. You dab at his face, before placing a soft kiss to his cheek. You whisper something and Bucky nods glancing at Steve.
You stride towards the gate, causing Steve to side step out of the way.
"Your majesty." You say, as you pass, not sparing him a glance.
Laying on your front, you swallow a whimper as a sharp pain radiates through your body. Your eyes shut tightly from the pain and all you can smell is smoke. With your ears ringing, you push yourself partly up onto your forearms.
As the ringing lessens you hear Agent Romanoff gasp. “We’re okay”
As you blearily open your eyes, you can see both her and the doctor have also fallen through the floor as well. Despite the dim lighting you can see you're in some sort of equipment room, the level below the lab.
Looking over, you see Banner laying on his front, and from what you can see, he looks uninjured from the fall. What does concern you is the way he’s clenching his fists. He’s rigid, completely tensed up and breathing heavily; letting out a mix of groans and low rumbling growls that make you breakout in goosebumps.
“We’re ok right?” You hear Romanoff question quietly. Blinking away the dots from your vision you glance over and see her also laid on the floor, breathing heavily. She looks back at you worried. As she shifts slightly, glancing back over to Banner; you see her wince. Looking her over, you spot her leg trapped under a large metal pipe. The pipe must have broken from the blast and landed on top of her.
As you push yourself up to your knees, the shattered glass crunching beneath you, a wave of dizziness rushes over you straight to your head.
Closing your eyes at a particularly sharp throb in your side, they snap open again at hearing a particularly loud groan from Banner.
He’s breathing harshly as he tries to push himself up. You can see him trying to suppress his rage and fight against his body.
“Doctor?” You hear Romanoff ask. “-Bruce, you gotta fight it. This is just what Loki wants. We're gonna be okay. Listen to me.”
As she tries to calm him, you attempt to get up again. Behind you, you hear footsteps. Turning you see two maintenance guys run in- but apparently moving your head that fast was a mistake- as the black spots come back and dizziness consumes you.
Closing your eyes you take a deep breath to steady yourself.
You hear the two men quickly leave the way they came in before Romanoff speaks up again. “We're gonna be okay ..Right?”
Breathing through the pain you manage to slowly get up in a crouching position as your vision clears.
You crawl over to the other side of where Romanoff lays, looking at where her left ankle trapped under the pipe.
You need to free her quickly in case he transforms, you think to yourself.
Briefly making eye contact with her, you gently place your hand on her arm and nod before you turn and continue to look over the pipe trapping her ankle.
Some of the metal pipe is weighed down, trapped under the collapsed ceiling. With clumps of concrete, metal support rods and broken electrical wires sparking out, you don’t think you’ll be able to get the ceiling debris cleared off any time quickly. Instead you’ll need to try and lift it up.
Placing your hands under the warm metallic pipe, you try to pull it up. Incredibly heavy you pull, only for the pipe to creak and budge slightly; far from enough for her to slip her foot out from underneath.
As you adjust your grip to try again, next to you she continues to reason with Banner.
“I swear on my life I will get you out of this, you will walk away, and never ever-”
He lets out a loud deep growl cutting her off; and over the scent of smoke you get hit by Banner’s scent. Faint and fading fast is the calming beta scent the doctor carried, and instead is being overtaken by the scent of an alpha. It’s a sharp, acrid heady smell, one you only got underlying hints of earlier from him. But now, in full force it makes you instinctively seize up.
“Your life?” He replies to her in bitter amusement; his voice changing into a deep gravelly tone. You look over and see him breathing harshly, his normally brown eyes now tinged green.
Looking at the two of you, he looks terrified. Throwing himself away from you both, he begins to transform. His shirt tearing; clothes ripping at the seams as his stature grows, morphing into something monstrous.
“Bruce” you hear Romanoff whisper.
Quickly snatching your eyes away from him, you grab the metal pipe attempting to lift it again. As it shifts slightly in your grip, beside you Romanoff quietly whimpers trying to pull herself free.
Over to the side of the room, you hear him fully transform. You can feel his heavy footsteps stomping, each step shaking the floor beneath you.
You hear a loud bang from him hitting something out of your sight, before he lets out an almighty roar that shakes you to your bones.
Hearing the roar of a pure predator must have set your omegan survival instincts into overdrive.
The pure unfiltered feeling of danger gives you a rush of adrenaline.
With adrenaline pumping through your body, it renews your strength and you try once more to lift the heavy pipe.
Letting out a strained growl of your own, you manage to lift it just enough for Romanoff to slide her foot out.
As she wretches her foot free, you drop the pipe as it clangs loudly on the metal grid beneath you.
Breathing heavily, you both stand and turn to look over, just to see the Hulk as he turns and spots the two of you.
Run.
Quickly turning, you spot a flight of metal steps leading to a metal walkways above you. You sprint up them taking two steps at a time, Romanoff following closely behind.
You hear the Hulk let out a deep rumbling growl, before several stomps indicating he’s chasing after you.
At the top of the stairs on a metal walkway, you glance back only to see how frighteningly quick he is.
Easily gaining on you, he snatches the metal staircase beneath Agent Romanoff’s feet, ripping it off and flinging it aside like it’s nothing. Thankfully you watch Romanoff jump just in time to grab onto a metal rail and pull herself up onto the walkway.
Roaring, the Hulk looks at her and proceeds to chase her. As you both make your way over the metal walkways above him, slipping between large pipes and gaps, in hopes of loosing the Hulk; you spot her limping slightly from having her ankle trapped.
Heart beating rapidly, you skip between another set of metal pipes before spotting Hulk let out a loud growl as he swipes at Romanoff, only inches away from her back, before she darts out of his reach.
Seeing just how narrowly he misses her, you quickly dart out, loudly rattling the metal walkway next to you, to grab his attention.
He rears his head towards you; loudly snarling, bearing his teeth in anger. His green eyes narrowed and locks in on your form.
He lunges at you, moving so quickly you hardly have time to react.
Jumping to the side you scantly miss his fist before you duck under pipes and swing off overhead bars.
“Umbra- here!” you hear Romanoff shout. In the corner of your eye you see her drop back down from the metal walkways to the floor beneath.
Hearing the Hulks deep growls and heavy footsteps close behind you, you sprint and leap down, landing lightly on your feet you follow after her.
Catching up to her and closely behind her, you both quickly crawl under some pipes out of his sight and reach.
Behind you the Hulk lets out a bellowing roar that rattles you to your bones.
Johnny Storm x mutant!eader (established, ambiguous)
This is an MCU au that takes place after the events of The Falcon and Winter Soldier, but Bucky has CA: TWS hair because I fucking said so. Natasha survived, but Steve and Tony are gone to a farm upstate. Valentina isn't a thing in this AU (because I haven't watched CA:BNW or Thunderbolts* yet.) X-Men portions are based on comics and the first 2 films. Johnny is my personal Johnny loosely based on the 2005 Fantastic Four film. (He's Chris Evans, okay?)
Tags: AFAB she/her reader, No use of y/n, heavy themes involving trauma, age gap (reader is in her 40s), flashbacks to reader as a child, medical trauma, experimentation on mutant children in flashbacks, PTSD (bucky and reader), medical use of needles, strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn, eventual smut (it's hot, I promise)
Chapter Wordcount: 1060
Chapter Summary: Lab Notes, Dr. M. Maekevich
Subject X18 continues to be an exemplary specimen for those with an elemental mutation. However, with that excellence comes an increased tolerance to the serums, and--at present--a lack of control. Further sessions with [REDACTED] are recommended. As the subject gains control of and expands her abilities, she is likely to be an asset in the field.
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October, 1984
“Head and shoulders. Knees and toes. Knees and toes.”
“Now now,” the doctor’s voice says. “What have I told you about singing during our visits? You wouldn’t disobey me, would you, child?”
“No, sir.”
“Good.”
The needle squeaks as it enters the chilled vial. Icy blue liquid fills the glass syringe. As he turns to his charge, the doctor flicks the needle twice. “You must be a good girl, or Winter will pay you a visit.”
She shakes her head.
As the doctor rounds the slab, he calls out to the everpresent recorder, “Subject X18, serum M-eight-dash-four-six-zero. One milliliter push in three…two…one.” A motion of his thumb plunges the fluid into the girl’s IV line. “Serum administered at 11:39 am.”
Folding his long legs, the doctor squats on his stool and rolls to the girl’s bedside. While he scribbles notes into her file, he says, “You’ve heard of Winter, yes? The one who comes to steal away naughty children?”
“Once upon a time, there was a soldier. Brave. Strong. A hero among heroes. Until one day, his friends failed him and let him fall from a tall mountain. He landed in the snow, crying tears that froze to his cheeks. Having fallen from so high, it was a miracle that he even survived. But the soldier did not go uninjured. His arm was shattered,” he says, letting the word crash in the air. The girl flinches, unable to back away.
“‘Maybe they’ll come,’ he thought to himself. ‘Maybe my friends will save me.’
“But no one came. He was alone as darkness began to fall. In the dark woods, he could hear the wolves beginning to cry, hungry. The wolves would have eaten him alive were it not for the kind man who found him. A doctor called Zola.”
“Like…like you?”
“Yes. A doctor like me, very good. And Zola gave Winter many gifts. He made the soldier stronger, faster, and even crafted for him a magic arm that could not be broken. Would you like a magic arm?”
She shakes her head again. Her small hands begin to tremble.
“Tremors at 11:42am,” the doctor announces. After a few more scribbles, he looks up at the girl on the slab. “You wouldn’t want a magic arm? Perhaps you think you have enough magic without one?”
“I’m cold,” she says, voice small.
“After Zola made him better, Winter helped his new friend in whatever way he was asked. Winter was obedient, just as you must be. He made Zola proud. One day, Zola found Winter’s friends who’d left him to such a horrible, cold fate, and he sent Winter to deal with them as all naughty boys and girls must be dealt with. Respiration accelerating, lips and nailbeds are cyanotic 11:45am.”
“Can I be warm, please?”
“Not just yet, child. Core temperature reading 99.8 and holding. Skin temperature 89 and dropping.
“To this day,” he continues, “the soldier does as he is told. And when someone is naughty, Winter is sent to punish them.”
Teeth chattering, the girl stares at the ceiling. Her little body strains against the cold racing through her and the need–the instinct–to be warm. Trying her best to hold back, she asks, “Is he s-s-s-scary?”
“He covers his face with a black mask. He wears darkness like a shroud, except for the silver of his magic arm, and his cold blue eyes. He doesn’t speak. When he comes for you, Winter is silent as a ghost.”
“C-cc-cccan I…? N-n-now?”
“Not yet. We wouldn’t want Winter to come and snap your pretty neck with his magic arm. Stay still like a good child.”
“‘m ssssso cold.”
“Skin temperature 81.3. Core temperature 108.2. What did I say? Not yet.”
She moans and grunts, unable to form words for the spasms and shivers wracking her small body. Though she clings to her self-control as tightly as she can, instinct tells her to let go. To be warm. The attempt to suppress those instincts only makes her pain worse.
“Core temperature climbing, now reading 120. 130 degrees Fahrenheit. Girl, I said not yet. Skin temperature falling from 78.3. Core still rising.”
Her head jerks from side to side, jaw locked around a scream that won’t come. It hurts. She is so tired.
“Stop,” the doctor says. “Core temperature 187.2 degrees and still climbing. I said stop!”
Around the room, alarms wail with the shifts in her vital readings. They tell the doctor nothing he doesn’t already know. The girl’s body goes stiff and rigid, back arching off of the slab.
“STOP!”
What begins as a wink of orange light near her navel spreads over her limbs. Her tiny fists clutch flames that flare from between her fingers. As fire flows through her hair, the girl’s eyes glow with a white hot light. Her clothing catches fire, the bed linens. The straps. The tubes that connect her to various serums and solutions.
“STOP NOW!”
As the doctor stumbles backward he trips over his stool and crashes to the floor. A ball of fire ignites on the bed with a great FWUMP!
A scream.
A sustained mechanical tone.
The panicked patter of water falling from the sprinklers.
As Doctor Maekevich stands from the slippery floor, he calls out, “11:51am. Subject X18 demonstrated pyrogenesis out of self-defense against the serum.”
“I’m sorry,” she says, voice raw and quaking. “I tried not to.”
Maekevich ignores her, droning on to his recorder. “Fireball was approximately four feet in diameter and engulfed the subject's body. As with previous events, her eyes flared white with the fire. Subject shows no signs of hypothermia. No immediately noticeable injury due to the serum, or the pyrogenesis event. No burns. No frostbite. Not so much as a missing eyelash. Clothing and bedclothes have been rendered to ash. Blood sample drawn. Monitor subject for 72 hours before further testing. End session.”
Frustrated, the doctor sighs. He opens a nearby cabinet and retrieves a clean gown to replace the one she just incinerated, then flings it at her. Taking a fresh syringe, Maekevich draws a vial of blood.
“Naughty,” he spits. “Next time, listen to what I tell you.”
“I…I tried,” she sobs.
“Try harder. Don’t make me call Winter to snuff you out, little flame.”
Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Witch Reader, eventual ? x Omega Witch Reader and Alpha Steve Rogers X Omega Witch Reader
Theme: A/B/O / True Mates
Series Warnings: A/B/O, eventual smut, violence in parts, witchcraft, shapeshifters
Chapter Summary: Steve opens up about his rejection.
Chapter Warning: Mentions of rejection (if that's a warning!).
*Runt is a derogative term in this universe.
“I’d never really had a girlfriend before, not through lack of trying though.” Steve tells you. “I wanted, more than anything, to have someone to call mine, to be mated, but I was a runt.”
“Steve!”
“I was honey, and I know that’s hard to believe now but I was. Bucky had a line of girls back then, all pining to date the beta that could have been a model, and he’d always ask for them to bring a friend. I got a couple of kisses here and there but I’m pretty sure they were out of sympathy.” He paused for a moment and sipped on the wine he’d pulled from the basket and poured for you both.
He sat on the edge of the sofa, his plaid shirt pulling across his broad shoulders. His scent soured and you reached forward and gave his shoulder a squeeze. He glanced at you and gave you a worried smile.
“I stopped growing really early on. I was sick all the time. After Mom passed I didn’t have anyone, apart from Bucky and his family. Bucky would spend days taking care of me. His Mum and Dad got me an appointment with a fancy specialist, who said I’d probably never present. Suggested some clinical trials that might help, gave me some leaflets and sent me away.” He paused let out a sigh. “Then Bucky and I tried to join the army. He got in and I got practically laughed out the building. I applied in anyway I could, even under false names.”
“Steve! Isn’t that a criminal offence?”
“Yeah, but I was desperate to join, to make something of myself, and I thought that was the only way.”
You squeezed his shoulder again and he sat back on the sofa. You shuffled closer and he placed his arm across on the back of it to allow you nearer, and you positioned yourself at his side, trying not to curl into him too much and crowd him.
“I had a scholarship for Art school and Bucky pushed me to go, and with him off to god knows where, I didn’t really have much else. Art school was great and I lasted nearly a year but I still kept trying to join the army. The last time I tried the Recruitment Officer recognised me, spotted I used a false name. I went to run, tripped over my feet and fell into one of the army medics. The leaflet about the clinic trial fell out my jacket pocket. I’d forgot it was even in there. Turns out the army had a trial too. They had a bunch of non-presented working in bases here and abroad. The war in Afghanistan had started and they’d found that when the non-presented had been exposed to extreme trauma they’d present suddenly, so I signed up.”
“So you signed up to basically traumatise yourself, and have them do it for you too?”
“Pretty much.” You sit in a silence for a moment, before he continues. “I was placed at a base here in the US first. I’d run errands for the senior officers, make coffee, that kind of thing. Every now and again they’d do something, jump out on me, show me photos of the injuries the guys out there were getting, they pulled me from the bed in the middle of the night, put me through torture training, all kinds of things. Then one of the senior officers was moved to another base, nearer the fight. He could pick who he wanted to take, and I was one of them. He said he liked the way I pressed his uniform and organised his paperwork. The base was international, so there’s a mix of other countries and their units, and that’s when I met her.”
“Who?”
“Peggy Carter.”
“Why does that name sound familiar?”
“She works for SHIELD now.”
Your brow furrowed and you vaguely remember a conversation whilst you were in the hospital. You’re looking out the window as Storm strokes your hair. There’s a back and forth about who will be with you when the different agencies interview you. When it’s said who’s coming from each agency Logan and Frank both bark out a growled no. The name of Carter is mentioned but that’s not who comes to see you.
“Omega.” Steve says, snapping you back to reality. “You okay? I lost you there for a second.”
“Sorry, I think she might have been someone who was meant to interview me about the docks, but I have this vague memory of Logan and Frank saying no, but I was still a bit out of it.”
Steve nods in understanding.
“Peggy can be manipulative. Frank and Logan both know that. She was probably going to try and recruit you.”
“For what?”
“For SHIELD.”
“Well she can fuck off.” You say bluntly, making Steve let out a huff of laughter.
You sit in silence again and feel his arm move to partially wrap around your shoulders. His hand begins to move in a soothing motion and you realise he’s comforting himself in the process as his scent levels out.
“She was my mate.” He says suddenly. You nod in understanding. “She came bursting through the door of the Colonel’s office. Being an Alpha she’d smelt me from across the base. I still hadn’t presented so I didn’t know until I saw her. The disappointed look on her face said it all and she left as quick as she came in. I pursued her for months, followed her around like a lost puppy, just wait around her office and quarters in the hope she’d speak to me.”
“Did she speak to you?”
“A couple of times but it was always to say how disappointed she was, that she was disgusted to have me as a mate.”
“I’m so sorry Steve.”
“Don’t be. I know now she wasn’t the match for me.” He tells you, pulling you closer.
You place your head on his shoulder and allow yourself to curl into him.
“You don’t know for sure I’m the better option.”
“I do. For a start the pack like you, they certainly don’t like her.”
“That’s understandable if she treated you like that.”
“Some of them actually knew her before I did.”
“From serving?”
Steve nodded.
“Bucky and his unit were at our base between rotations, he’d already been warned about Peggy.”
“What?”
“Some of his unit were working with a special task force and it was made clear they weren’t to discuss it with anyone. I remember Bucky telling me to stay away from Peggy, that this alpha female special agent had warned them about her. He couldn’t explain why, but the agent knew what she was talking about. She was also slightly terrifying and Buck didn’t want to get on the wrong side of her.”
“Natasha.” You say, piecing together Steve’s story and the one Natasha had told you about them meeting.
“Yeah, and she was right.”
“Of course she was.” You quip.
“Peggy buzzed around them the minute they arrived. A lot ignored her, but there was one that didn’t. A beta. She’d whisper in his ear, run her hands all over him, all whilst she’d be looking at me.”
“What a bitch.”
“Bucky had it out with her. I was mad at him, thought he’d ruined any chance of her coming around to the idea of us being mates. He left the base to go back to the fight and we were barely on speaking terms. Peggy left base for a week or two and I managed to get some flowers and a few other gifts for her. The Colonel confirmed she was back and I went off looking. I found her around the back of one of the armouries fucking the beta.”
You’re not sure what you’d expected Steve to say but that wasn’t it. You lifted your head from his shoulder.
“I dropped everything I was carrying and she laughed. Like really laughed, I remember saying her name, and she told me she’d never be with me, that I was a runt and then she rejected me. Right there, while the other guy was inside her.”
You’re jaw clenched and the lights started to flicker. Steve heard a rumble of thunder and looked to the window that looked out into the rear garden. The clouds turned dark and rolled over the cottage.
When he looked back your eyes met and Steve could see yours were now flicked with gold. His brow furrowed before his eyebrows shot up.
“Is that you? Omega, is that you doing that?”
You dipped your head and shuffled away from him.
“Sorry.” You mumbled. “I’m better at controlling them than I was but maybe not as much as I thought.”
Steve glanced down at your hands and saw they weren’t moving. You were doing this without even a wiggle of your fingers. He moved so he was back closer to you and placed his hand over yours. Placing a kiss to your forehead.
“Hey.” He says, trying to get you to look at him. “You don’t need to be worried. I’m not scared of your magic. I just didn’t know you could do that, with the thunder I mean. Bucky heard it, he mind linked to ask if we were okay. When I said I’d told you about Peggy, he told me that was probably you, but I’m not scared Y/N, I was just a little surprised.”
“Where is she now?” You ask quietly.
“You’re not going after her.”
“We’ll see.” Leaning away from him to pick up your glass of wine, you take a sip and turn toward him again. “Is that what did it? Is that what made you present?”
Steve nodded.
“The pain for the rejection ripped its way through me and caused a reaction. I stumbled away and I found myself heading towards a wooded part of the base. It was used to practice camouflage tactics and certain terrains. I hid there for a week. The Colonel found out what Peggy had done and made arrangements to have her shipped off to another base. When I wandered out the woods I was pretty much like I am now. An alpha. A true alpha. Less facial hair maybe, few less wrinkles and I was a little blonder.”
“Do you have a photo?”
“Of when I presented?”
“No.” You smile. “From before.”
“Oh yeah.” Steve shuffles at the side of you and pulls a photo from his back pocket. “Buck and Nat said I should bring it. They thought you might not believe me otherwise.”
“I believe you.” You say taking the photo from him. “Oh my goddess! Look at you!” Steve’s scent briefly goes to worry, before you continue. “You were so cute!”
“Cute? Like in a puppy?”
“Like as in you were cute Steve. Sure you were smaller but you have the same eyes. Kind, strong, as bright as a summer sky, like they’ve seen a lot of things.”
You sit quietly again for a moment before Steve sips his wine again.
“Anyone ever tell you that you have a way with words omega?”
“Once actually. By a famous novelist I know.” You tell him, causing Steve’s eyebrows shoot up. You brush over it and pass him the photo back.
“What happened after you presented?” You ask. “When she saw you were an alpha?”
“She tried to take back the rejection.”
“Wow.” You say sarcastically.
“But I cut her off, accepted her rejection, and then the Colonel's plans to have her reassigned came through. We’d bump into her on occasion and she’d try to talk to me. I concentrated on training and moving up the ranks. Now I’d presented I could actually join the army fully.”
“And that was how you met the others right? Apart from Bucky?”
“Pretty much.” Steve paused, leaned forward and placed his now empty glass on the coffee table. He let out a sigh and looked up at the ceiling “I just wanted to be sure that you were okay with it, with how I presented late.”
“Why do you think I wouldn’t be okay with it?”
“Well, our kids could go through the same thing. Sometimes my alpha gets snappier than he should, which is apparently usual with runts who present late and become true alphas, especially when we think something is being taken away from us or not going our way.”
You curled into him again and cupped his face, turning it towards you.
“And if that happens alpha, if our kids late present”
“They could be runts.”
“If they are, they’ll have a father that knows exactly what they’ve been through. A witch for a mother and a whole bunch of aunty witches who probably know every remedy possible to help them too. And, as long as you’re sure about me, and you can put up with me, no one is taking me away from you.” You say with a sudden serge of confidence.
“I’m sure about you.”
Your lips met softly at first, before Steve pulls you into his lap. You straddled him as one his hands came to rest on the back of your head and the other strayed down towards your ass. Your hands found your way up his chest and on to his shoulders. One stayed there and another made its way to his hair. You melt into each other as the kiss becomes more passionate. You can’t remember the last time you were kissed like this. You pull away as a memory flashes of the last time your lips were on another’s. You don’t get far as Steve tightens his grip on you.
Your faces stay close, noses brushing.
“Steve?” You ask in a whisper, the earlier confidence gone. “Alpha, are you sure?”
“I’m sure ‘mega.” He tells you as he begins to kiss you again.
Neither of you see your phone lighting up with missed calls, tossed to the side and on silent as a text comes.
Tyler - Call me back Y/N. Stop fucking ignoring me. We need to talk.
