For the WIP ask, 'green'?
(so I have this series i call Tiny Angry Omega Steve - this is from what will be the 3rd in the series if I can ever manage it - TW for A/B/O dynamics, mpreg, m1930s attitudes on sex and gender)
“I’m twenty-one,” Steve says sharply. “You can talk to me.”
The doctor purses his lips. “You’re in a delicate state, Mr. Rogers. I’d be concerned even if you hadn’t miscarried - late presentation, engaging in heat coupling without mating, lacking an alpha guardian. They’re all large red flags for hysteria. Frankly, I’m surprised I wasn’t called first.”
“Dr. Green’s my doctor.” Steve hisses through clenched teeth.
Dr. Izbicki rolls his eyes. “Green’s a good man but his notions about omega biology and psychology are at best radical and at worst delusional. At the very least, a psychiatric evaluation should have been conducted on your admittance Mr. Rogers. I keep telling the board how important it is that traditional omega protocol be followed in this hospital if we want our patients to be healthy under the stress and strain of their natures.” He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, as if he was under some heavy burden.
Bucky wants to burden him with a broken jaw and maybe a dislocated joint or six. Glancing out of the corner of his eye, Steve didn’t look much better. “Mr. Rogers, your miscarriage was likely caused by a combination of your body’s physical weakness and your obvious mental fragility and imbalances. You just aren’t well enough to have pups. Your judgement to couple with an alpha unmated and unwed shows that you don’t have the maturity or rationality to be a mother. Even if you did, based on the records I have,” he holds up a huge chart that looks more like a book than a folder, “You’ll never have the capacity because of the strain it would put on your heart, lungs, and spine. Doing so is dangerous and quite frankly irresponsible to any lives you might create. On the far off change you could carry to term, would you really want to pass your tendency to ill health and unstable secondary gender manifestation on to your child?”
Bucky’s jaw actually drops. He’s never done that before, not literally, but he’s standing there staring at this nebbishy little asshole with his mouth wide open, helpless and shocked.
“Guess it doesn’t matter either way does it?” Steve snaps. “Since I can’t have them.”
“You can be bred. You obviously had the beginning of what would’ve been a viable pregnancy for a woman or real omega but allowing yourself to indulge in that luxury will result in more miscarriages which could kill someone as frail as you are.“
"Allow?” Steve repeats, as Bucky feels his jaw fall even farther. Steve, on the other hand sounds cold as the back of an ice truck the way it only gets when his anger has gone beyond rage to an incandescent inferno of fury. “A real omega?” he says smoothly. “Frail?”
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