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A/N: omegaverse A/B/O fic. Sporadic updates. If you enjoy it and want to review or PM me, feel free. If you hate it and want to flame or PM me, feel free.
PROLOGUE
2014. Triskelion. Basement level.
The two cryo chambers hissed in unison, alpha and omega, meeting at last. Alexander Pierce was present, having planned this for the last decade. The perfect mating couple to bring forth an the new evolution of Hydra, if Project Insight proved a failure. There was always a backup plan, and it was finally time to get more use out of their asset than a few assassinations a decade.
The Asset was the ultimate alpha killing machine, and Mother Superior had been, and was, the only enhanced omega in history, put on ice by Hydra in 1963. They paired well enough on paper, both evenly matched in regards to strength and stamina. Pierce had invested a lot into subconsciously prepping the frozen nun into the perfect mate, the ultimate breeder for the new generation of Hydra. There was a lot riding on this encounter.
Before Pierce had discovered her resting place, an abandoned, offshoot facility crumbling at the foundation in Canada, Hydra had never found a reason to thaw - or utilize - the nun, having dissected her, experimented on her, and then put her on ice when she had been on the brink of her very first heat. She was designated omega, what chaos and destruction could she possibly rain down on humanity to bend people to Hydra's will? She had literally been tracked down and extracted from a poor, underdeveloped neighborhood in Queens, working as a midwife, and living as a nun. Pierce had seen the intake photos. She had worn the habit and everything, and the storage bins still held her original nurse satchel, with the utensils and everything else, all in pristine condition.
And when Pierce had unearthed her files a few years ago, it changed everything.
The Asset, having killed every single omega presented to him during the few ruts he had gone into during the infrequent times out of cryo sleep, needed something more to ground him. It was becoming more and more difficult to reprogram him, and have it stick long enough to complete a mission that only lasted a few hours, let alone a few days or weeks. It would soon be time to retire him from active combat, and give him a new purpose. Raising child soldiers on Hydra's ideals would be far more easier and long lasting, than to scramble the Asset's brain to the point of no return.
Pierce was playing a long game.
The doctors and scientists, all betas, as the Asset took exception to any alpha in his proximity when he came out of cryo, worked tirelessly, inserting IVs into thawing veins and starting the warm saline treatment to bring both of the assets out of their comas. The Asset woke first, straining against his restraints, disoriented, and the machines spiking, alluding to a potential rut, or extreme agitation. Either way, an omega would level him out.
Then Mother Superior woke with a long, guttural moan, temperature gradually rising, still in the clutch of virgin pre-heat after decades on ice. The pre-heat stage would last longer than the usual omega, the scientists suspecting a week or longer before she transitioned into full heat, and that could last longer than the usual 3 days. Again, the scientists suspected, do to her unique genetic makeup, and the facts that she presented so late, and she was going into virgin heat after so long in cryo, that her average frequency could be double the normal omega, and more than a week in duration. She was the perfect specimen.
And the Asset caught her scent immediately.
In fact, everyone in the sealed basement levels could smell her, the welcoming rush of omega, and oncoming heat. He could tell by the way the locked out alphas on the security feed stopped in their tracks to sniff, and then followed the vault door, while the betas gagged, covering their mouths and noses to block out the smell. Even in a highly ventilated viewing room, Alexander Pierce could smell her, and it took everything in him not to mount her right then. Her scent was strong, overwhelming.
It was sweet, the scent of virgin omega. She smelled like warm apple pie and summer, pure and warm, untouched. She reeked of fond memories and sweet treats, and it was no wonder the Asset was fighting against the thick metal restraints holding him down. Who wouldn't want to claim a pure omega? They were a rare commodity these days, especially after the laws changed, forbidding omega virgins from being mated, rutted, or otherwise knotted until they were of legal age, and only with an alpha, or beta, of their choosing. Which is why presenting omegas were isolated and homeschooled, or sent to highly insulated and protected schools, until they were at least 20 years of age.
And late presenters? They were incredibly rare. Omegas presented normally between the ages of 10 and 16, untouchable now. The ratio of omegas presenting between ages 17-19? One in 3 trillion in the last century. The nun had presented at an unheard of age of 22, and had not experienced a heat until Hydra had finished examining her, freezing her in the beginning stages of her first heat, just to be cruel. That, or they simply did not care. She had been of no use, they had better trained omegas in cells to take care of alpha needs. Perhaps, in that time, it seemed ultimately wrong to violate a woman of Christ?
Maybe it was simply a line no one wished to cross, no matter the view of omegas before 1985. Before then, omegas were homeschooled and prepared for their role in the household. They had no real rights, then. An omega could inherit a monetary dowry, but they could not retain control of their finances, nor could they vote, or hold property. They were breeders, and more suited to family life. And then some radical groups started the omega rebellion, and the laws started changing. Omegas had the vote, then hold property, and work. Rape legislation had grown tremendously in those early years of the 1980s, and omegas were protected, like an endangered species with rights and liberties. It was a modern age Alexander Pierce was disgusted by, that was for sure.
No longer lobbed as homemakers, with the obvious exception of religious life, omegas now overpowered betas in the medical field, as doctors, nurse practitioners, nurses and NICU aides. They owned businesses, like daycares for old and young, bakeries, and thrift stores. They were artists, authors, poets and non-violent activists. They were veterinarians, pharmaceutical reps, shelter operators. Compassionate care and the arts had become their realm, and they were slowly trying to overturn laws to open up government to them, corporations, and the military, but it would never happen. Not for another thirty years.
Alexander Pierce wished for the old days, and if this new phase of Hydra worked, it would definitely mean the end of omega rights, if he had anything to say about it.
Over the intercom, Pierce put the plan into place, "Take her to the cell first, and sedate the Asset for easy handling."
The nun was unshackled, the beta aides, not having an aversion to omega scent, but more easily able to control themselves, carried her off to the specially designed cell, as the doctor stayed behind to tranquilize the Asset before he hurt himself. There had been an undercurrent of distress coming off of the omega, when she became aware of her surroundings, and the metal cuffs keeping her trapped on a table. That subtle undertone had driven the Asset mad, driving him to reach her. It was obvious that without reprogramming, the Asset was more than an assassin. He wanted the omega, yes, but there was something in the way he looked at her, like he wanted to protect her, nuzzle her, and that was what Pierce had been hoping for, in the end. It would make for an easy bond, and once they bonded, mating would happen quite smoothly. A bond would mean they accepted each other, and if the nun submitted, there was nothing preventing the next stage in Pierce's plan.
Beside him, Rumlow bristled, a low growl reverberating through his chest. Next to the Asset, Brock Rumlow was the best alpha Pierce had in his possession; loyal, molded, ruthless, but easily restrained. He knew his orders, and he obeyed, despite his ingrained need to dominate.
"Must be killing you to let him have her," Pierce chuckled, tapping on the main screen to release soothing pheromones through the vents, to get his agents back to work. "Stop posturing, Agent. If this fails, you'll have your chance. Just keep your eye on Cap, and report back. The Asset still has one last mission before Project Insight launches in a few weeks, and then the next chapter begins."
"As you say, sir," Rumlow grunted, eyes lingering on the screen showing Mother Superior writhing in her cell, feverish and glistening. The Asset was dragged in, half unconscious, and left on the floor to watch through the impenetrable barrier, complete with microscopic holes, to better allow the Asset to be the only one to take in the sweet aroma of omega heat. "Maybe we should rename her the Midwife. Less taboo than Mother Superior."
The rest of the cell was sealed, with a neutralizing agent in the corridors to eliminate her scent. It was a necessary measure the Pierce had put in place. He couldn't have any alpha agents going into rut all at once, because of one little omega. She was for the Asset, for now.
Pierce laughed, and Rumlow fell in step behind his commander, as they entered the sterilization chamber and worked their way up to the upper levels of the Triskelion.
"The Midwife," Pierce chuckled, low in his chest, eyes twinkling. "I like it."
Rumlow grinned evilly behind him, a plan of his own already in place.
