((dark!Steve Omegaverse where no one is born an Omega- but Alpha's have the ability to turn any Beta they want into an Omega. This was common in the Forties... Someone forgot to give Steve the Beta-Rights-Movement memo. TW: Non/Dub con))
Stranger: Sir, I don't understand why I'm being taken into custody. -SR
You: Uh, because you're over-the-top aggressive? SHIELD has rules and they want to see if the serum hasn't done a number on your hormones. BR
Stranger: I'd hardly call anything I've done "over-the-top aggressive". -SR
Stranger: That's a wild exaggeration. -SR
You: Sure, Steve. Look, don't see it as being taken into custody. They just want to give you a mandatory check up, do some blood samples. BR
You: They might send you for therapy to talk about your feelings, which is always fun. BR
Stranger: Blood samples- no. No way. -SR
Stranger: Is that what Fury's after again? -SR
Stranger: And I don't need any god damn therapy. -SR
You: How else are they going to test whether your hormones are fine? BR
You: Don't tell me you're afraid of needles. BR
Stranger: Fury's been after my for blood samples since day one. -SR
Stranger: This isn't about 'hormones'. This is about him wanting to recreate the serum. -SR
Stranger: And it's not happening. -SR
You: They'll probably just get you to pee in a cup in that case. BR
Stranger: You just don't get it do you? -SR
You: We all have to go through therapy. Just put on a happy face. They'll ask you about how you're dealing with the stress and when last you've fucked. BR
Stranger: I don't need to speak to a therapist. It's entirely unnecessary. -SR
Stranger: I'm functioning just fine. -SR
You: What's this about Betas though? BR
You: You're the ones that are more irrational and need more checkups. You're wired to be all fight-or-fuck when it comes down to base instincts. BR
Stranger: You're incapable of seeing the full picture then. -SR
Stranger: Or you're choosing not too. -SR
You: I get it. You're special and everyone's out to get you. BR
Stranger: I am 'special'. And Director Fury is under the misguided belief that recreating the serum would help his cause. -SR
Stranger: Taking me in for 'hormone therapy', or whatever the hell you're calling this, is just an excuse for him to get the blood work he wants. -SR
Stranger: Is that really too complicated for you? -SR
You: Then tell them you'll only do a urine test. They can't do much with that. BR
You: Why are you even getting all aggravated at me for? BR
Stranger: Its the principle of the thing. -SR
Stranger: Because I know Fury wouldn't be pulling this crap if he didn't insist on /you/ remaining on the extraction team. -SR
You: What the hell does this even have to do with me? BR
Stranger: My 'hormones' wouldn't be considered a problem on an all-Alpha team. -SR
You: That's bullshit. The others don't have a problem with me on the team. We've been working together for years before you showed up. BR
Stranger: And that I just don't /get/. -SR
Stranger: The way you talk to them is completely inappropriate. -SR
You: I was their team leader before you took over that spot. Its entirely appropriate. I was their leader for a reason. BR
Stranger: A Beta leading Alpha's- it puts a bad taste in my mouth. -SR
Stranger: It’s like humanity has completely forgotten its god damn /morals/. -SR
You: You are so full of shit. You're not "old fashioned” - you're just damn prejudiced. Betas have as much rights as Alphas do. BR
You: There's nothing morally wrong with Betas holding positions of power. BR
Stranger: It goes against fundamental human nature. -SR
Stranger: Hell - back in the war, the only reason we had Beta's anywhere near the front lines was because of necessity. -SR
Stranger: If one of them /dared/ talk to an Alpha the way you do - they would have been put down. Immediately. -SR
You: You are a damn primitive. BR
You: Tell me why having me around on missions is detrimental to your hormones. Explain it to me since you think it’s such a problem. BR
Stranger: You're a distraction. Sexually and socially. If you get yourself into a dangerous situation an Alpha is much more likely to put themselves unnecessarily at risk to help you. You're more prone to emotional weakness. Can /easily/ be bled for information by the enemy - the list goes on. -SR
You: You can look at my record. I'm the best man on the team and you can't handle it. No one on the team takes unnecessary risks for my sake. BR
You: You should be on suppressants if you think I'm some sort of sexual distraction. BR
You: I'm actually having a good chuckle about it. BR
Stranger: You're an idiot, and you're foolish for completely ignoring basic human nature. -SR
Stranger: Put teeth on your throat and threaten to knock you down a peg - you'd tell anyone anything they wanted to know. -SR
Stranger: You Beta's are so attached to your independence. -SR
You: Sorry, bud, but I've had plenty of training. My knees don't go weak when an Alpha wants to show off. BR
Stranger: Guess no Alpha's put the real fear in you. -SR
Stranger: Some of you Beta's - god you're better off getting turned. -SR
You: Christ, are you listening to yourself? You're an animal. BR
You: I should turn this in as evidence to show how far off the deep end you are. BR
You: Are you sure you're not going into a rut, or are you always this charming when you're speaking your mind? BR
Stranger: I'm a realist. -SR
Stranger: I'm sorry your fragile emotional state can't handle the truth. -SR
You: Your fragile masculinity is the thing that's making you feel so threatened. BR
Stranger: I'm not /threatened/. I'm just sick and tired of the way you're allowed to carry on.-SR
You: There's some benefit to being in a good pack. Coming back from a mission and curling up with your pack mates. That's about the only pack mentality I can handle. My pack around me or at my feet, relaxing. You're the one ruining all of that BR
You: If you want me out file a report. BR
Stranger: I don't need you out -SR
Stranger: I need you in your place. -SR
You: Not going to happen, Cap. BR
You: What's the point of putting me in my place? I wouldn't be as effective as I am now. BR
Stranger: The pack would finally have some god damn stability. -SR
Stranger: I wouldn't have to deal with you blatantly ignoring orders. -SR
Stranger: And hell - it'd be good for you. -SR
You: Fuck you. I know what's good for me and that's not submitting to anyone. BR
You: The team is fine. BR
Stranger: If this is what the future considers to be 'fine'. It's deplorable at best -SR
Stranger: You have no /concept/ of how a real pack functions. -SR
You: I think I get what you mean by it. This isn't the 40s anymore. BR
Stranger: And the country’s made a lot of progress. -SR
Stranger: But it's also completely destroyed the meaning of the word family. -SR
You: Ugh. You're really boring me, Steve. This is the way things are. BR
You: My only job was to let you know about your medical exam. Go pee into a cup and leave me out of all your issues. BR
Stranger: It's not the way it should be. -SR
Stranger: You just don't get how good it can be. -SR
You: No thanks. I like my independence. BR
Stranger: You think you do. -SR
You: You're being incredibly creepy. BR
Stranger: You're being naive. -SR
You: What you're hinting at is disgusting. You think that I'm better off fumed into some weak Omega. BR
You: It doesn't happen that way any more. The only Betas that should be turned are those that want that kind of life. BR
Stranger: It's not about /wanting/ it It's about /needing/ it -SR
Stranger: If Beta's deserved a choice, god would have given them one. -SR
You: You are such a creep. I'm done with this conversation. BR
You: I'll report your grievances to the higher ups. BR
Stranger: See if it matters. -SR
You: Furious with the conversation Brock made two stops - one to Fury to report that Rogers was unwilling to comply to either the tests and examination or the therapy sessions. Fury had the look of a man who just received bad news to add to his headache and said that he would speak to Rogers himself. When Brock raised his concerns about Rogers becoming increasingly more outspoken about his outdated views Fury only reiterated that he would speak to Rogers and dismissed him without looking at him. Fuming and forcing himself to calm down he made his second report to Secretary Pierce. Pierce was visibly hiding his amusement behind a hand that ran over his mouth and assured Brock that he was a valuable addition to the team and that his orders haven't changed. He was reminded that if he wanted to be reassigned he only had to file the corresponding documents. Of course here they couldn't speak of HYDRA or their affiliation to it and Brock was left feeling even more abandoned to whatever Rogers would subject him to if he didn't concede and withdraw from the team. He was still furious as he walked down the hallways, looking ready to murder the first person who wanted to pick a fight with him.
Stranger: Steve, for his part, was fuming. He'd known Rumlow was going to be a problem from the moment Fury assigned him to the STRIKE team. He was outspoken, opinionated - and, given that he /somehow/ was in charge previously, he thought it was appropriate to question Steve's orders - not only in private, but in front of the other STRIKE team members. And that? In the Howling Commandos. In the war - he never would have put up with that. He'd put the Beta down immediately, establish pack dynamic, assure his dominance - but he was new to this century - new to this team... And he'd been focused on trying to build the relationship of trust. Rumlow had made it obvious, just now, that, that wasn't going to be a possibility.... The super soldier spent a good few hours arguing with the agents and medical personnel put in charge of his 'case' before he got out of there, conceding only a urine sample and a brief, self report document of how things had been going thus far... He answered it honestly. For the most part.
You: He got a bit of good news when he heard that Rogers had eventually been talked into getting some sort of check up done and got some mild satisfaction out of knowing that he wasn't the only one who felt that they had to put up with his shit just because he was Captain America. They avoided each other for the most part and were only forced to be in the same room when they were called in to be debriefed on their next mission, one that would send them away from headquarters for a week. Great, he thought to himself. He'd have to deal with Rogers on a daily basis and with him in command of the mission. This was going to be great. His bitterness was enough to make him bristly the rest of the day. By this time the rest of the team had picked up on the animosity, but didn't say anything, too well-trained to let it interfere with their orders.
Stranger: Steve kept things level on the days prior to the mission. They were on base, and given the way this world was going, it wouldn't surprise him if they tried to call him in for establishing pack dynamics... So he just avoided Brock until they, along with the other members of the STRIKE team, were jammed into the waiting quinjet and flown out to Eastem Europe. Terrorist base of operations. Possible aid from the Russians - the action itself shouldn't last more than a day, but they would be out on radio silence for a week securing the area.
You: The mission was almost a routine one and if this time he followed Rogers' orders it was because they were sound ones, nothing else. They found a location from which they'd operate and secured it as their safe house. Between the bedrooms and the living room there was ample space for them to camp out and a spot outside served as a lookout point for when whoever needed to stand guard duty when they were back at their temporary base. Brock tried to be his usual self around the others, talking with them and joking when they were at the safe house, but his tense mood remained. So long as his sleeping arrangements didn't put him close to Steve or he had to start guard out alone with him he could handle this week and see it through.
Stranger: The Alpha, of course, was aware of these facts - acutely aware of them. Brock didn't trust him... Perhaps with good reason. Beta's, instinctively, feared the change - they clung to their independence with every fiber of their being... But in the end - that wasn't what they needed. That wasn't what was going to keep them, or the pack, whole and safe... it was their second night out. Most of the team was asleep, and Brock was on look out when Steve stepped out into the crisp, almost cold, night air. He could smell pine, the cool scent of rain coming - and Beta. Alone as expected.
You: Just his luck that he was put on guard duty alone in the middle of the night. His men needed their rest though and he'd rather be alone than with Rogers. He did his duty and kept his eyes peeled for any movement The only movement that he picked up was from footfalls from the direction of the safe house and he kept his sound of disgust muted when Steve stepped up to him. "What are you doing out here? You're not due to stand guard tonight. Here to check up on me?" he asked snidely and turned his eyes back to the dark in front of him.
Stranger: There was silence that answered him at first... Then a big hand rested on his shoulder, the Alpha leaning over him slowly. "Checking up on you," he answered. His voice was almost cheerful, his hand tight on his shoulder, holding the smaller man in place. "No activity out here, I trust. The woods are clear for at least ten miles." They'd scouted the area the day before... No one was finding them unless they wanted to be found.
You: He almost wished there was some activity out here besides for the Alpha invading his personal space. His hand was large and his grip uncomfortably tight and he shrugged it off with an irritated gesture. "I'm fine out here, Cap. Thanks for the concem, but I think I can handle a couple of trees. You should go get some sleep with the rest of the men." Steve no doubt wanted to pick up where their conversation had left off and preach to him about the inappropriate way he conducted himself.
Stranger: "I don't sleep." The words were spoken against Brooks ear - too close. His scent was muskier than usual. Heavy, powerful - reminding him of when one of the Alpha's on the strike force was triggered into Rut during a mission, once. "You know..." Steve's hand returned to it's spot on his shoulder, despite Brock having just shrugged him off. "I think you and I have gotten off on the wrong foot. Really... We both just want what's better for the team." Steve just honestly felt he knew much better than Brock did how to make a proper pack.
You: His breath was hot on his ear compared to the cold air outside and he wanted nothing more than to get away from his warmth and that scent Steve was oozing out. "You're right on both counts, but we have some different ideas about how that's supposed to work out There's no smoothing this over unless you're ready to give up those backwards views of yours." His eyes darted around, analyzing where both of them stood, how far it was back to the safe house. Steve wouldn't honestly try to do something as stupid as try to "discipline" him out here in the field.
Stranger: "Oh I disagree." Steve muttered, blue eyes shining bright, blazing like the hottest part of a flame. "I think there's another way to fix our problem.” And then Steve was pushing him down - shoving him down, against the grass beneath them, trying to hold the Beta still against the ground as he climbed over him. "You know - this'll all go much easier if you don't fight me."
You: He'd given Steve the benefit of the doubt when he shouldn't have - he really was prepared to do something stupid out here. Brock went down with a grunt and immediately started lashing out "Like hell I'll go down easy." Steve was trying to keep his body down and he had the briefest chance to bring one of his shock batons swinging up and at its highest voltage.
Stranger: Steve's hand latched onto the smaller man’s wrist, blue eyes burning down into him. His pupils were blown wide, and his scent was heavy around them, almost suffocating. The kind of marking that meant that, even if the others did wake up and figure out what was happening, they sure as hell wouldn't be getting anywhere close to another Alpha's claim. Steve hit him - hard - to keep him down, the baton flying off somewhere just out of the Beta's reach as Steve's hand wrapped around Brock’s throat, shoving him against the ground. "Stay. Down." He growled fiercely, his other hand going to yank at the smaller man’s pants to bring them down.
You: Steve was fast, but he'd already anticipated that, not that the prior knowledge was useful in defending him. The pain in his wrist made him yell out and blow was enough to make him dizzy and disorient him. That scent ... Steve didn't really mean to mark him with more than just that, did he? His intentions became more plain and Brock's hands scrabbled at the tight hold around his throat. "Rogers! Steve, you don't do this. You'll compromise the whole fucking mission," he hissed out Steve's previous assessment had been correct though. Their safe house was far away from any terrorist hot spots and him shouting would only alert the others. "I'll call out for the others."
Stranger: "Go ahead." The blond whispered, managing to shove Bmcks pants down around his knees- the fabric was tough, military grade - but it still ripped under Steve's hand. "Bring them out here to watch." They wouldn't stop him... And that was something Steve was /sure/ about... he forced Brock’s legs apart, pushing them up at uncomfortable angles - muscles stretched past where they should be, though not enough to seriously hurt him. "Make this easier on yourself and take it" Steve growled.
You: His eyes widened when Steve tore at his clothes when they didn't want to give way. It both frightened and nauseated him to know that Steve was right, that the others wouldn't interfere with the pack's hierarchy by coming between Steve and him. "You don't want to do this. You don't even want me." This must have been stewing inside Steve's head for a long time and he was out to make his point in the worst way. "Steve, fuck it I get it! You're the pack team leader. You have nothing to prove here. You're stronger. Everyone knows that."
Stranger: "Oh but you don't," the Alpha hissed, holding the Beta in place by his throat as he leaned over him, teeth grazing Bmcks neck roughly. "So I'll just have to /put/ you in your place." His hand that had been forcing Brock’s legs apart left him... And what it had been doing became all too horrifyingly apparent when he felt the hot flesh of Steve's cock press against his ass. "Maybe if I knock you down to Omega you'll get in through your fucking head."
You: No no no, he didn't fucking want this at all. "Not here. We're on a mission. I'll be ... I'll be helpless out here." He'd be wrecked after Steve was done with him and they still had a few more areas to head to after this. They'd be one man short. He voiced all of that to Steve, or maybe he thought he did, but he was panicking. There'd be no prep of any kind, he'd be claimed and reduced to an Omega only because he couldn't follow orders to the point of what Steve expected of a good Beta. "Please don't do this, Steve."
Stranger: "Begging is good." Steve whispered against his skin, he'd set to kissing Brocks throat - working his mouth against his skin with the intention of leaving marks - he only paused to speak. "You'll be getting used to it." And with that - he shoved into him, hips thrusting forward roughly, plunging his cock into the smaller man with no preparation. It was funny, really - the way Brock begged him not to do it Beta's were all the same, in the end... Animal in their fear, willing to give up their pride, willing to give up anything if it meant not being turned - but Steve didn't believe in bringing a Beta this close for a warning... No. Brock needed the full lesson.... It had been the same in the war, with some of his men... And he'd always dealt with it accordingly.
You: "Fuck ... fuck you." He yelled out again at the excruciating pain of Steve breaching him. The Alpha was by no means small and every inch of him burned that he feared he was going to be tom open. Oh there'd been times when he'd played at this, getting a dumb Alpha hot for him to the point where they'd nipped at his neck to mark it - Brock always in control and making sure there was nothing but superficial hickeys to give the Alpha the rush of coming close to claiming him. It was nothing compared to the real thing, Steve's mouth insistent on his neck and his cock spearing him open.
Stranger: Steve's breath was hot and heavy against his skin - teeth grazing over that spot at the base of his neck as he set a slow, even pace to fuck him. In, out - Brock was tight, almost painfully so on Steve's side - but he'd gotten off in worse situations, and he was going to make /sure/ Brock took his knot. His hand had moved from around Brock’s neck to his shoulder, just.. Holding him down as he did what he wanted, ignoring the smaller man's soft cock between them. Brock wasn't getting off on this - not yet, anyway - and Steve didn't care. Brock’s pleasure wasn't important here.
You: Steve wasn't listening to a word of his pleas and he didn't stop, switching between swearing to begging with nothing having an effect on the Alpha. He wondered if Fury knew that Steve had done similar things in the past, that Captain America was this cruel and cold. Brock didn't delude himself for a second that Pierce knew. That perhaps he'd known things would turn out this way too. He cursed all of them, still struggling underneath Steve when he cried out in pain again. "Fuck, that's enough!" Something was terribly wrong. He was too hot and wet inside and Steve's cock was moving a little easier. The fucker must have torn him up inside at last. "Can't you feel that I'm bleeding! You bastard!" He panted and tried to claw at Steve, feeling the moisture seeping out of him.
Stranger: The Alpha ignored him - just flat out didn't respond as Brock struggled against him. Bleeding. Great. That'd be annoying as hell to clean up later - but he knew how to deal with it.. And he was too wrapped up to care. His head was a mess of hormones right now - all carnal animal instinct - suffocating any other thought he might have, especially of stopping... He didn't even think about how much it must hurt when Steve bucked deeper inside of the other as he hit orgasm - cum and blood leaking out of Brock’s entrance, and sharp, Alpha canines sinking unforgivingly into the crook of Brock’s neck.
You: The pain wasn't what it should be, not that same harsh tearing he'd felt earlier and he wondered with a sickening lurch whether it really was only blood leaking from him together with Steve's release. He didn't have time to dwell on the hot feeling down in his gut, so much different from arousal or an orgasm that he knew. Steve provided a sharp distraction from his thoughts, his teeth breaking the skin on his neck and his body seizing up in response to it. Brock gave a pitiful whine, his system flooded with hormones that he wasn't familiar with and his body not feeling like his own. "Why ...?" He lay more still than he had since Steve had forced him down to the ground, shivering and in shock.
Stranger: "Sssh..." Steve hushed him - gently in a way he really shouldn't be allowed to be, considering what was happening - his hand that had been forcing Brooks shoulder down coming up to brush over his hair, almost soothingly. He didn't move to get off of Brock - didn't move at all, breathing in the smaller man’s pheromones - the sharp beginning of his change in scent - and then his knot began to swell. Stretching Brock even farther past his limit - the whole time the super soldier just kept running his fingers through Brooks hair, hushing him gently. "Easy, sweetheart... Just let it happen. Don't make yourself sick."
You: That was easier said than done. Brock felt ready to retch the first chance he got, but as things were Steve was touching him, threading more of his scent through his hair. He wouldn't smell like anyone else besides for that other scent in the air. It was sharp and filled with fear and gradually subsiding into a vague memory of what his Beta scent used to be. He shook his head repeatedly to try and clear it, grunting at the discomfort of being stretched further and his body made to accommodate something that it hadn't been made for. "This shouldn't be happening," he argued weakly, but the stretch didn't feel as bad after another minute or two. "God, how long does this last? Get ... get off me."
Stranger: "It goes farther if you relax." Steve supplied nicely, breathing in deeply of the freshly marked Omega scent - it was wonderful, really... There was nothing in the world quite like it and it felt like centuries since he'd gotten that - hell. It /had/ been almost a century since he'd had it... Maybe that was why he'd been so edgy. It took a while for the knot to go down - the Alpha's big arms wrapping around the newly made Omega as he continued to scent him.... Eventually, however, the knot did go down, and Steve began gently shifting himself out of Brock.
You: He was a mess the longer it went on, his body's trembling only subsiding under Steve's hold. Brock should hate this. He did hate it, he assured himself, although his body felt more pliant when Steve pulled out of him. There was a flash of irrational fear, that Steve would leave him like this and he pushed it down with a force of will. "Everyone's gonna know. I ... need to shower, clean up." His guard duty wasn't over yet, but he couldn't stay outside here like this with god knows what dripping down the inside of his thigh.
Stranger: Steve smiled at him not unkindly - nodding his agreement. "You're right - Everyone's going to know." And there would be no more questioning of Steve's dominance as pack Alpha. No more snide remarks or second guessing. This was how a pack was managed, and if there was one thing Steve knew, it was how to properly run a pack. The blond surveyed him for a moment before hitting the button on his communicator. "Jack - sorry to wake you. I need you outside for guard duty - yes, right now soldier." He reached down for Brock - hooking one arm beneath his knees, the other beneath his shoulders, and lifting him easily.
You: Brock's fingers were gingerly touching his neck, still in a daze as he pulled his legs in on himself. This was so very wrong, his mind screamed at him through a fog of new hormones. His alarm went right up again at the thought of Jack seeing him like this, smelling Steve all over him and his now Omega scent "Wait, wait. I can walk," he protested, but his legs would most likely buckle underneath him if he tried to stand now. Brock sighed softly when he was hoisted up, hiding his shame filled face in Steve's broad chest
Stranger: "No you can't, Brock." Steve replied bluntly. He wasn't being mean, he was being honest. The blond's fingers carded through Brock’s hair gently as he carried him into the house - they passed Jack on the way inside - the other Alpha bristling slightly as he picked up the scent - back straight, eyes shifting briefly to Brock before looking up at Steve - Then lowering his eyes again, not daring to challenge the other on his claim as he moved past him - heading out to take up position in the field. Steve carried Brock into the bathroom, setting him down gently on the edge of the cast iron tub and going to finish undressing him - pulling off the smaller man’s shirt, and bending down to undo his combat boots.
You: He could feel Jack's eyes on him as they passed him and didn't tum to face him. Eventually he would have to and address the issue of him being an Omega. Everything was going to change. Brock sat quietly as Steve undressed him, the fight out of him for now while his body adjusted. The bath was filled for him and Brock sunk into the water gratefully. All he wanted to do was soak until the aches in his body subsided. "What happens now?" he asked. There wasn't a challenge in his tone, only a quiet resignation that came from the sudden fatigue.
Stranger: "Now we move forward." Steve murmured, running his fingers through the Omega's hair and leaving him alone to soak for a moment. "Pack dynamics will take time to adjust - luckily, we have at least six more nights out here." He tilted his head to the side. "We'll address this properly with the others in the moming, tonight - you need rest. You must be exhausted." He reached up to grab the bar soap and wash cloth off the top shelf, setting to work gently cleaning Brock off - scrubbing dirt and grass stains out from under his fingernails from their brief struggle, washing away sweat and spilled fluid before shifting downward - to between the other man’s legs. "You began lubricating earlier than expected - that's good." He commented absently, offering Brock a smile.
You: He was a grown man being bathed as if he was incapable of doing it himself. Steve wasn't aggressive towards him anymore, which was something, and the praise and smile made his heart rate quicken. He really was a mess. "That's disgusting," he groused, his skin heating in a blush. Brock was inclined to agree with him. Rest sounded good and he was willing to kick whoever out of a bed so that he could sleep on a soft mattress. Feeling a great deal less sticky he climbed out of the tub with Steve's help and stood there while he was toweled off. "I really don't get it. You don't have to do this. You could have left me in the dirt outside."
Stranger: Steve cocked his head to the side - stared at him as though what he was suggesting didn't make any sense at all. "Why would I leave you outside? I've /claimed/ you - why would I leave you to get fucked by any Alpha that happened upon you?" And that was inclined to happen - Alpha's had... Difficulty, controlling themselves around Omega's that didn't have a strong Alpha claim put into them - it wouldn’t have surprised him if one of the members of the strike force just.. Couldn't help themselves. "And besides that - were a pack, Brock. That means family."
You: That would have been awful, being taken again so soon and by someone else. "Yes, but you claimed me to prove a point, not because you want me." He took the towel from Steve and wrapped it around his middle with a defensive look. That he couldn't eat up yet, this talk of family that included Steve. "I'm ready to go to bed if it's all the same to you." He might have been washed free of the grime, but he was still drowning in Steve's scent. Before it hadn't been this powerful to him, but now it left little question that he was anything other than their pack leader.
Stranger: "I wouldn't put a claim in you if I wasn't fully ready for all that it entails," Steve replied mildly - the smile that spread across his lips almost... Amused. Like he was talking to a child that was up past their bedtime, and grumpy as a result. "Let's get you into bed then - hm?" A large arm wrapped around Bmcks waist, pulling him gently against the Alpha's side and making sure his legs wouldn't drop him on the ground before Steve turned him out of the bathroom... Heading, immediately, for the room where his own bunk was set up, intent on getting Brock settled down for the night - lie down with him for a bit, though the super soldier doubted he'd actually sleep tonight - he... required very little sleep, he'd found. He /craved/ very little sleep, since the serum.
You: Brock hobbled next to him, finding that he had to lean into Steve's body more than he cared to admit. He didn't question where they headed and Steve didn't offer him anything to wear, so he whipped off the towel and crawled underneath the covers with an unhappy whine. The room they were in would lend them some privacy. His eyes turned up to Steve, half dreading, half hoping that he would climb into bed with him and when he did Brock rolled onto his stomach. "I'm going to get fired for this. The higher up aren't going to want an Omega on their STRIKE team," he muttered into the pillow.
Stranger: "Better an Omega than an unruly Beta." Steve replied simply, running his fingers through Brock’s hair as he lay down next to him - one arm wrapping around the other soldier to bring him closer against him. In the war - they'd had Omega's in the Howling Commandos. Steve considered them vital to the pack dynamics of the team - the reason the Howling Commandos were the best of the best was /because/ they were a pack - they lived and slept and ate and fucked together - they were the kind of family model Alpha's wrote home about, bragging to their siblings that they'd found such perfect stability in such chaos. They were feared by the Nazis because they weren't just fighting for country and flag- they were fighting for their blood. For their brothers, their Omegas or Alphas or Betas, from each man’s perspective - and... Perhaps the hardest part of the ice, for Steve, was knowing, in the pit of his stomach, that he'd lost the greatest thing any man could ever have. "I won’t let them break us up. Not when things will finally be setting together like they should."
You: Brock snorted, but felt some of the tension melt out of him with Steve's bulk pressing against him like it was. "You better not whore me out to the others. I'm also not going to stand for someone calling me your bitch. This doesn't change anything. I'm still going to punch an Alpha in the face if they look down at me." He'd fallen laughably quickly under Steve's assault. His strength was formidable because of the serum, but there was no other agent who had that advantage on him. None that Steve knew about anyway. He turned his head so that he could get the Alpha's hand out of his hair and bit down on his finger, not hard enough to hurt and only as a show of insolence to remind him that his whole personality wasn't tied to his hormones.
Stranger: Steve just gave him a /look/... One that seemed to be equal parts warning and threat. He pulled his hand back when Brock bit him - smacking the Omega across the face without hesitation. "Don't make me do that again, Brock." His voice was almost... Pleading, genuinely asking. "We have something good here, Brock - something great.. Don't make me punish you on your first night." He didn't want to have to punish Brock tonight - not after he'd just turned him... But if he kept talking like that, he just might have to - Brock, unfortunately for himself, was not the type of man who would enjoy being in subspace.
You: The smack had his head snapping away with the stinging blow. He breathed deeply to calm himself, whining and feeling some of that humiliation after being mounted creep back into him. Only Steve would see what they had as a good thing. "Hard to figure out what my boundaries are when I haven't ever been set any. How am I supposed to know what's going to set you off? I'm in the dark here." Abandoning some of his pride he went after that same hand again, nuzzling the palm and smelling some of his own scent clinging to Steve.
Stranger: The Alpha's eyes softened slightly as Brock nuzzled into his hand, carding his fingers through his hair gently. "I know this is hard for you, sweetheart." He murmured, leaning forward to kiss Brooks forehead. "But you're not stupid - you have a general idea of what you are and you aren't allowed to say." He wasn't going to put up with him playing innocent - because he wasn't. No one was. "We're going to talk to the others in the moming, and set boundaries - I'm not going to make you the team whore, Brock. But you're going to need to learn to behave properly. Or there will have to be consequences - just like there will be consequences for them if they mistreat you."
You: Brock foresaw a lot more slaps hard enough to rattle his teeth in his immediate future. "Yessir, drill sergeant, sir." He would have added a mock salute to that if he felt like going through the effort to pry his arms from under the covers. His energy was dwindling faster and he didn't care that much if he got slapped again for that comment or the following request. "Stroke my back, please? It'll help me sleep." His neck was starting to hurt where Steve had bitten and choked him. There was a bruise forming on his shoulder too that he was becoming aware of and other aches and pains that were starting to register besides the occasional throb from his ass.
Stranger: Steve considered hitting him again - Brock really should know better than to talk back like that. He /really/ should... But he was settling into his new dynamic... And Steve could address his much needed attitude adjustment in the morning. For now, he set his hand on Brock’s back, rubbing slow, gentle circles into the other’s shoulder blades. "I'll see you in the morning sweetheart... Alright?" He was comfortable where he was - and he'd settle in to lie here for the night. Brock would need him to get to sleep, anyway.
You: Steve's presence really was more comforting than he thought it would be. He should be rebelling every chance he got and show the Alpha that he was wrong about everything. Instead a warm haze settled over him and he watched Steve's profile in the dark until he drifted off. During the night he unconsciously crept closer to the other's side for warmth and when he woke up it was with a sudden start, his head reeling with confusion. "What...?" Comprehension about what had happened to him settled in and he shakily got out of bed, but hesitated about leaving the room just yet with all the rest of the Alphas inside unaware of the events of the night before.
Stranger: The Alpha's blue eyes opened as soon as Brock moved the next moming. He hadn't been sleeping - Sleep was one of those things that Steve just.. didn't need as much of after the serum. He usually just lay down for a long time and spaced out. He didn't move at first though, waiting and listening to what Bmck was doing before, very slowly, sitting up, blue eyes watching the Omega stand shakily. "I'm not sure you want to surprise them with that scent, Brock - that is not if you don't want them on you right away." He smelled /lovely/... His hormones had settled in properly during the night, and Steve couldn't help but groan his approval as he breathed it in. "You smell lovely." He informed him - just incase he didn't pick up on that.
You: That cloying new scent was all over him and he pulled his face in distaste. He didn't think Steve was entirely correct. The mark on his neck with the accompanying bruises were a vivid testament that someone had laid their claim on him and Steve's scent identified just who had done it. Brock came back to bed reluctantly and sat perched on the other end. "Can't go out naked either. My kit is in one of the other moms. Can you go fetch it for me?" He was self consciously rubbing at his forearm and averting his gaze, everything about Steve too intense to take in.
Stranger: Steve considered the question, briefly. "You never had a problem flaunting around naked before, Brock." His smile was the kind that said he was mocking him. "Why so shy all of a sudden?" All the same... He stood, stretching briefly before stepping over to Brock. Steve's finger tapped gently on Brock’s chin, turning his head up to look at him. "Say please, and give us a kiss - then I'll get it for you."
You: He wouldn't say that he'd been /flaunting/ before. He'd just felt comfortable around the others the same like when the rest when changing in the locker rooms. Having a neutral scent and not being affected by Alphas’ had given him a certain freedom. Now he was all too aware of Steve's heavy musk and knew that others would now be more attuned to the smallest change in his own scent. "Please, Steve. Also, I have terrible morning breath. Let me brush my teeth at least."
Stranger: The Alpha rolled his eyes at the excuse, raising a thin blond brow and folding his arms across his chest. "Alright then - Go get your toothbrush." He'd made his offer - and Brock wasn't going to get away with skirting around the requirements. That wasn't how Steve ran things - and the Omega was, finally, going to have to figure that out
You: Brock grunted and stood to look up at Steve, knowing that the Alpha held all the cards here. Even their height difference irritated him, but now came with the added impulse to want to nuzzle in under Steve chin and be cradled against his chest. He settled for a small kiss to his jaw and took a moment to linger and breathe in Steve's smell. There was no way he'd be able to erase it from his memory after last night.
Stranger: Steve accepted the kiss - deciding that, sure, he could settle on that for now, before leaning down to place a kiss of his own on Brock’s forehead. "I'll be back in a minute, sweetheart." He promised, before turning to leave the room... It didn’t take long for him to gather up Brooks kit and retum with it - nothing ever really got unpacked at these safe houses, anyway. They needed to be ready to leave on a moment’s notice.
You: He sat back on the bed and waited on Steve to retum. His independence was dwindling rapidly. What would Steve decide his role was on the mission going forward? He didn't have any sort of scent suppressants and it would be foolish to take a newly converted Omega into enemy territory. What was his work and social life going to be like after this? Was Steve going to interfere with his personal life as well? Oh god, what was he going to do about things like heats? All these questions arose and he had to get a grip quickly if he wasn't going to become completely dependent on an Alpha.
Stranger: There was, in Steve's mind, /no/ way for Brock’s life to go forward without the involvement of an Alpha... In the war, Omega's didn't even go out in public unaccompanied - he'd had men he'd trust with his life in battle who he'd never allow to walk down the streets of Paris alone. And that was just how it was. Steve had known that going into this... And he'd already been planning on it. "There you are." Steve pushed open the door to his bedroom, setting Brock’s kit down on the floor beside the cot and got changed for the day. "I'm going to call for a group meeting in fifteen minutes - so get yourself dressed."
You: "... Thanks," he said grudgingly and got a change of clothes from his bag. The layers added some shielding and made him feel slightly less vulnerable. There was a mirror hanging on one wall and he checked the damage to his neck. His jacket covered most of the teeth imprint, but not the other bruises. When had Steve even sucked all those marks on his neck? As sharp as the memory of last night was some things still merged into a blur. He looked as presentable as he was going to get and followed Steve's lead once he was ready to leave the room.
Stranger: The Alpha's arm wrapped, almost predictably, around Brock’s waist as they stepped out of the bedroom. "Meeting room. Now." He barked, making sure everyone heard him - it didn't take long before the other Alphas filed into the living room area of the house. No one had been asleep anyway - and most of them were more than able to pick up on the scent shift. There was a tenseness in the air as they settled down - sitting on top of crates or furniture that had been left in the house. Steve chose his seat- and kept Brock, purposefully, right beside him. "Most of you can probably already guess what this meeting is about." He tilted his head slightly towards the Omega beside him. "But the details do need discussing."
You: Brock's movements were coordinated to the point of where he walked and where he sat, always by Steve's side. There was an inward sigh of relief from his part when he wasn't made to sit at his Alpha's feet. Thinking like that, of Steve as /his/ Alpha, made an involuntarily shiver run down his back. Everyone was gathered to witness his shame and Brock kept his gaze down and averted, not out of submission, he argued with himself, but out of sheer humiliation at being lowered to the social rank as an Omega. However many rights Betas might have these days Omegas had less so, a lot of old stereotypes prevailing.
Stranger: "I've put a mark in Brock." First name. Not 'Agent Rumlow'. Just Brock. Steve reached over to shift the Omega's collar to give them full view of the bite mark on his shoulder. "This, of course, will effect mission specifics, as well as team dynamics. However, given that we are so far away from outside influence, I feel this situation couldn't be better." Six sets of eyes were boring into Brock - staring with unmistakeable Alpha intensity. Judgement, want - resolution - everything that could be expected. "Sir," Jack Rollins spoke up - he'd had the most time to process this... Given what he'd caught sight of last night. And he had the most questions. "Will Brock be field operational at all for the rest of the mission?"
You: His mouth set into an angry line and he clenched down on his teeth at having both his throat and the mark bared to them. He was flushing red and angry because of it and made the mistake of looking at his teammates. Their reactions were plain and he wanted to growl and snap at them to stop looking at him like that. He was still the same person, whatever his biology. Brock had the presence of mind to keep his mouth shut and looked to Steve for an answer that he himself wanted. He wasn't in heat, but to him he felt as if he might as well be with the way he was stinking up the place.
Stranger: Steve considered the question before answering. "He should be field ready within two days. My main concern is his adaptation to his own biological changes - as well as our reaction to his scent. As I can see you're all /reacting/." You'd think they'd never seen an Omega before. With the backwards way the world was these days, some of them probably hadn't... There was a tension in the air between the Alphas - Jack, finally, going to ask the question they were all thinking. "You've claimed him, sir... What is the extent of that claim?" Would they be getting turns, he meant.. Steve didn't bat an eye at it. "For now - the claim is solitary. None of you are to lay a hand on him unless given express permission from one of us... The exception being in the field for medical reasons, of course.
You: He bristled and spoke his mind, unable to keep his mouth shut this time. "Jesus, Rollins, I'm still a person, not a thing." These guys were on the same side as he was and he didn't mean SHIELD. They were ready to forget everything they had in the past together, but he supposed there was little room left for him in any role of power within HYDRA as well. Steve's insistence on essentially having him to himself was welcome after seeing the reaction of the others. If he had to chose he'd rather go for that than being passed around. Some choice that was, he thought bitterly.
Stranger: "Brock." There was a note of warning in Steve's voice, sharp blue gaze on the Omega. "He wasn't talking to you - there is no reason for you to respond." He wanted to make that clear to Brock... These weren't his decisions to make. These were the Alpha's decisions. /His/ Alpha's decisions... And if Steve had decided that the rest of the strike team would have free access to Brock - that would have been how it was. And the Omega would have been passed around the group... Rollins expression seemed to comunicate the exact same thing... And he voiced a similar sentiment. "Well you sure as hell aint a Beta anymore." He just smelled so fucking /good/... Could you blame them?
You: As if he needed any reminder of that fact. Brock looked at Jack with a withering expression and kept his trap shut. He wanted to hear what the rest of Steve's rules were for him and the pack and what their plans would be for the next few days. Where he'd wished this week over before he absolutely dreaded it now. They could probably go ahead and complete the mission without him if they needed to ... but it was Steve's call to make.
Stranger: Whereas the Alpha normally would have looked away when Brock glared at him like that, would have backed down... He only cracked a half ammused smile. Like you would if a child was pissed off at you... Steve's hand carded absently through Bmcks hair. "We will continue the mission as planned however, for the next two days, one member of the force will need to remain at base camp with Brock until he is suited to accompany us." It wouldn't be much of a problem - even what they were expecting to find was small.. And so far? They'd found nothing. "Team wise Brock is not to talk back to any of you. If he does, punishment will go through me. However, if I hear /anything/ about any of you abusing his position, there will be consequences." It was clear by the fact that none of them met his eyes that they understood... Even if he weren't Captain America - he'd solidly established himself as pack Alpha last night... They wouldn't challenge him.
You: He was filled with frustrated rage and not being able to wipe that smirk off Jack's face. Steve was still laying down the rules and they weren't completely barbaric. He had some protection, but couldn't find it in himself to be grateful. Whoever he ended up with he'd bar himself up in Steve's room for safety’s sake until everyone got used to his scent. They were dangerously close to running on instinct alone and he hoped that held when it came to obeying the pack Alpha. He looked to Steve without dislodging the hand from his head to hear whether this was the end of it.
Stranger: Steve nodded - offering Brock a reassuring smile before looking back at the others. "I want you each to come over here and smell him - get a good feel for it. Honestly - have you boys ever even seen an Omega before?" When they hesitated to move forward, Steve pushed Brock’s head to the side - pressing his nose to the crook of his neck and breathing in deeply before leaning back. "Go on then - he's beautiful." It was only another beat before one of the Alphas moved forward - agent Canter, then Agent Morse. Rollins lingered a moment longer than necessary on Brock’s neck, breathing him in deeply. "Pierce is going to be angry." And he didn't mean in the context of SHIELD... This would change everything.... And it would draw into question the loyalty of all of STRIKE.
You: That almost sent Brock into a panic, but Steve was there to show the others how it was done. "Fuck off," he growled under his breath when each of them took in his scent and struggled each time when one of them tipped his head back. He wasn't about to pick a fight when he was clearly outnumbered. Jack was right. Pierce would have no more use for him. The nasty possibilities played out in his mind. He could be made sterile, which he didn't care a shit about. Reassignment was the best bet. Termination one of the worst "Okay, that was great. Nice team bonding, guys. Can we have breakfast now?"
Stranger: Steve rolled his eyes, his hand squeezing the back of Brock’s neck- just rough enough to act as a warning - there were rules now. And Brock really needed to start figuring them out. "Of course we can. I suppose you're hungry, aren't you? This whole thing must have taken a lot out of you." He gestured for Brock to stand, moving into the kitchen area where they had the rations stored - pulling out two bowls of instant oatmeal - one for Brock and one for himself - the others filed in after him, going to grab their own shares.
You: He gritted his teeth when Steve gripped at his neck and fell quiet. Last night had left him worn and bruised and Steve knew that very well. He didn't argue and went with the other to the kitchen, half expecting an order to make breakfast for all of them. To the contrary Steve prepared a bowl of oatmeal for him as well and without asking Brock made coffee for both of them. He wasn't in the mood to eat with the rest and wanted to clear a few things with Steve. "Can we eat in your room? I want to talk to you in private." It was a simple enough request and he didn't see why Steve would deny him.
Stranger: The blond arched his brow at him briefly - clearly not entirely keen on the request, however, after a moment he nodded. "Alright, Brock... But this isn't going to be a regular thing." They needed to bond as a pack - this wasn't just about the two of them, but about the team as a whole.
Steve handed Brock the two mugs of coffee, carrying the oatmeal with them back to Steve's bunk room.
You: He was relieved to be away from the prying and judgmental eyes of the others. There wasn't many options for him to sit and eat so he sat on one corner of the unmade bed. "I only had a couple of questions. When we get back to the base, am I going to be allowed to go on suppressants? I'll make the whole lot of you crazy if I started to give off heat pheromones." Again he thought he was being reasonable and not pushing at his bounds.
Stranger: "Suppressants?" Steve gave him a look that seemed to say he found the very idea of if ridiculous. "Heats are important, Brock - they help to establish dynamic and pack functions. You'll be taking at least two with me before we'd even /consider/ something like that." Suppressants had been dangerous in the forties - illegal actually - and the very idea of one of /his/ Omegas needing them... Brock /didn't/ need them, aside from missions.
Steve set his own oatmeal on the bed and sticking a spoon in Brock’s - scooping some up and presenting it to him. "Eat, sweetheart."
You: The thought left him cold all over. Already as things were he was feeling increasingly more helpless. Under the effects of a heat he would have no agency at all, stripped down to his basest instincts.
He looked at the spoonful of oatmeal that was offered to him and ate it grudgingly. "Why me though?" he blurted out as soon as he swallowed. "Besides for the fact that I'm on your team and you had something to prove. I am a - was an older Beta than you. I bet there are plenty of Betas out there who'd happily let you turn them if it meant you got to be their Alpha."
Stranger: Steve tilted his head to the side - smiling at him in amusement. "Technically speaking, Brock, I'm 95 years old." But he had a fair point... The Alpha shrugged. "I like you, Brock... You're pretty." He laughed, offering Brock another spoonful of oatmeal. "And I know you have the potential to be a very, very good boy, Brock... You just need to learn." No Beta was hopeless... Some of them just /needed/ to be put down... And Steve honestly believed he was doing what was best for Brock - for everyone - in this situation.
You: He didn't get why Steve would consider him pretty, not when he was glowering and scowling all the while like he currently was. Brock wrote it off as a dominance thing and cursed the day Fury and Pierce had decided that Rogers would head their team.
After being fed the entire contents of his bowl he sat with his mug of coffee between both hands. "You should at least let me go on birth control if you're going to be fucking me when I go into heat. There's still a chance that I'm fertile." His stomach churned, knowing that he'd be put through very invasive tests when they got back to determine whether he was a healthy Omega.
Stranger: Steve laughed. "Oh believe me, you're fertile." Honestly - he knew /that/ just by smelling him... What was the world coming to that they couldn't tell that? "And I don't know, Brock... I think having a baby in you would do you some good." He was teasing him, though... Picking up his own oatmeal once he'd finished feeding Brock and beginning to eat. "But given our position... I'll look into getting you some birth control. You're a member of this team, and I don't plan on losing you.
You: "Jesus, Steve," he muttered. Leave it to this guy to pick such a twisted thing to tease him over. Regardless of whether he was fertile or not he was still going to be subjected to tests. Hopefully there wasn't too much internal damage with how he'd ended up bleeding when Steve had forced himself on him. He hadn't preferred Alphas and being knotted on top of being taken without prep hadn't left him looking forward to the next time. "What do you want me to do while you're gone? There's reports I could start writing about the mission so far," Brock suggested, not sounding particularly enthusiastic about it.
