Warning: dub-con due to the nature of Omega-verse, and due to Phil's distraction tactics. Some swearing as well, not to mention smut, and discussion about abortion. Relevant warnings will be posted for any chapters which require… well, warnings. Oh, and anything in Russian is being written in English, because I don't know Russian and I don't want to screw up any translations by using an online whatsit.

"Slipping Up"

Twenty-two years ago

There was some lingering pain from the injection of hormones. Phil had undergone the anti-suppressant treatment three days ago, and he was now entering a pseudo-heat.

The team had left SHIELD immediately, and used that time to track the Winter Soldier to his current hideout. A delegation from the Ukraine had arrived for a stopover last night, and rumours of the infamous assassin's whereabouts had led local governments to requesting specialist help. As SHIELD had the most comprehensive file on the Winter Soldier, and was one of the few institutions with Beta field agents as well as the anti-suppressant, they were given the task of joining forces with security officials to eliminate the Winter Soldier. Failing that, distract him sufficiently to get the Ukrainians out of the country. With the Black Widow on the other side of Europe, this made the job a hell of a lot easier.

Rubbing the spot where the needle had been left in him for at least two minutes, Phil managed to ease the pain. He didn't mind playing an Omega. A lot of Betas resented having to take the injection, which was why he was usually assigned this type of job. The Winter Soldier was an Alpha, and without the Black Widow around, it was unlikely he was 'getting much action', as Nick put it. So Phil was the bait. It was his job to seduce the Winter Soldier. As a male Beta, even with the hormone injections there was a zero-point-five percent chance that Phil would fall pregnant, and he'd been lucky so far. Only being on the suppressant for three days minimised those chances further.

"Ready to run?" Agent Sitwell asked. All of the Alphas and Betas in the group had rubbed lotion into the skin under their noses, to block most of the pheromones from reaching them. That didn't stop a few listing towards Phil.

"Absolutely," Phil said. He adjusted the cuffs of his coat and wriggled his toes in their fleece-lined boots. "Don't catch me."

"We won't. But you'd better go now."

Phil nodded, and then burst out of the building, heading away from the town. He had to move fast if he wanted to avoid civilians catching his scent and joining the chase. Agents from other buildings started on his trail, hopefully holding back. If they were… it made Phil wonder how fast they'd run if he really was an Omega on a chase. It was probably the hormones talking, but the idea gave him a thrill, a surge of adrenalin.

He sped up as he reached the forest. The Winter Soldier was rumoured to be in the mountains. If he was nearby, in a better position to assassinate the ambassador, it wouldn't be long before he caught Phil's scent. The dose had been extra-strong, and working up a sweat would—

He thought he heard something to his left. His steps faltered, but then he took up running again. If it wasn't the Winter Soldier or one of Phil's party, he'd take down the Alpha and keep going. If the assassin saw this, maybe the challenge of catching a feisty Omega would appeal to him.

But that wasn't necessary. Phil left the line of trees and heard someone following him. A quick glance over his shoulder caught sight of a metal arm and long black hair. He smirked flirtatiously, and despite the burning in his sides and chest, he forced himself to move faster, now no longer with any destination in mind. He kept sprinting until something rammed him from the side. They hit the snow, and Phil found himself straddled by the enemy.

"Hi," Phil said in Russian. It was barely a breath. "You think you've won?"

"I have."

"You'll have to try a bit harder." He bucked the man off, scrambled to his feet, and set off towards the mountains. The Winter Soldier growled, caught off-guard, but continued his pursuit. Phil laughed. He felt almost free. The opportunity to run like this only ever cropped up on these types of missions.

He was nearly at the rocky face when arms grabbed him around the waist and he was pulled back against a solid chest, an erection digging into his backside. Phil shivered, and turned in the soldier's arms. He tilted his head to the side, baring his neck, and teeth attacked the cold skin. Hot breath sent shivers down his spine, and he obligingly went limp. The Winter Soldier lifted him up, and carried him to his hideout. His nose was nearly constantly buried in Phil's neck, and every so often his tongue would dip down and catch pheromone-laden sweat. Every Alpha was different, and this one was proving to be exciting.

There was a sleeping bag, a backpack, and not much else. No guesses; the rucksack had to be full of weapons. Phil was placed on the sleeping bag – gently, like he was something precious, to be treasured – and he began to strip. He'd already stretched and slicked himself earlier, and removed the plug not five minutes before joining the others. The Omega injection was producing more lubrication, but it wouldn't have been enough. The last thing he needed was to make the soldier suspicious.

Despite himself, Phil's mouth watered when the Winter Soldier's chest was revealed. Nearly all muscle, the torso was marred only where flesh met steel. The chill setting in from being naked began to dissipate as the soldier dropped to his knees between Phil's legs.

"Gorgeous," he muttered. Without warning, he closed his fist around Phil's erection and began to work it. Not that it needed much; another minute, and it'd be over. Phil sat up and moved the soldier's hand away, then tugged him into a kiss. Maybe a bit of warmth from him would draw this out. Thoughts of the Ukrainians disappeared; all that mattered now was sex, and damnit but it was going to happen.

"Are you going to prove that you're more than just a fast runner?" he said. It was reckless, but it worked. With another growl, the Winter Soldier plunged them into a deeper kiss, and pressed Phil down to the floor. The stone was fairly smooth, and the sleeping bag was thick. It wasn't too bad. More comfortable than the camp beds back… and why was he thinking about this when he had a powerful Alpha between his thighs, waiting to screw his brains out?

"Dangerous to run," the soldier said, and he nipped at Phil's neck again. "You could have fallen prey to anyone."

"I got what I wanted," Phil said, canting his hips up.

"What is that, my pretty?"

Phil let his eyes travel down the man's body, and then up again to meet his dark eyes.

"A strong Alpha to breed me," he said, silently thanking all that porn— those training videos. "You'll breed me, won't you?"

The Winter Soldier sneered, and spread Phil's legs further apart. "Mine."

"Fuck." Phil hissed at the fingers stretching him. Judging from the glimpse he got, he'd need a bit more prep. "That's it. That's good."

"You'll go with me."

"Anywhere. Fuck!"

He went deeper, now stroking more than stretching. "Raise our child. Or children. You smell like you'll make triplets. And you have many breeding years left."

"The more… the merrier." Phil grit his teeth and bucked upwards. "Fuck me, Alpha! Three? Screw that. Make it four. Fi-ive." That was his prostate. Good God. "Over. And over. All yours."

"My Omega." He hooked one of Phil's legs over his elbow, and began to ease inside. Phil gasped, and tried to push upwards. With his other hand, the Winter Soldier held him down. Obviously they were keeping to his pace. Phil wasn't going to argue.

"So big," he said. "God, you're so big. You'll make me so full. You're going to fuck the heat out of me, aren't you? Goddamnit, you're huge. I'll look like I'm ready to burst when you get me all nice and pregnant." He bit his lower lip, aware that half of this babble wasn't even taken from pornos. It was all him. "Do I… get a name?"

"So you can scream it later?" the soldier whispered right into his ear. Phil moaned. "You choose one." Then he bottomed out, and Phil could barely think.

"I don't know," he said.

"Then don't say anything."

Phil nodded. But he groaned deeply when the soldier began to move. Phil clutched his arms, flesh under one hand, metal beneath the other, and held on for the ride of his life. Nearly every thrust hit that bundle of sensitive nerves, and he choked out a cry with each one. Soon, he was back to kissing his Alpha, unable to get enough of the man's mouth, of his erection sliding easily through Phil's passage, of the warmth and strength covering him. He begged for more with each breath, swore in seven different languages, and waited for the knot. It formed quickly, and with one final thrust, the Winter Soldier lodged himself deep inside Phil. The feeling drove him over the edge, and he painted the man's chest with his release. Each time he clenched around the hard shaft, it drew out the climax to the point where he was nearly delirious.

When the soldier came, it coaxed another violent orgasm out of Phil, leaving him dizzy and sated. He felt no burn, not even in the muscles of his legs, as he was lowered to the ground. The Alpha was pumping away, still releasing his seed into the 'Omega' (and Phil was, for all intents and purposes, an Omega). It carried on for an age, with no sign of stopping. Phil began to feel cold, the perspiration on his body beginning to solidify. He shivered, and wished he had the energy to curl up and cling on.

Then the improbable happened. Hips continuing to move – it felt like the knot hadn't reduced in size at all – the Winter Soldier lowered himself onto Phil. He reached over and grabbed some of their clothing, rolled so that they were on their side, and shoved the clothing behind Phil as a sort of barrier from the cold.

"There," the soldier said. "This weather is not good for our children. It makes conception difficult."

"Don't think you have any problem there," Phil said. He was impressed that he was still speaking in Russian. His boss would be proud of him for not breaking character. "You're still going."

"I've been saving it all up for an Omega, just like you." He rubbed Phil's abdomen. "Ours."

"Ours," Phil echoed, staring at the Winter Soldier's face. When the man met his eyes again, Phil cupped his cheek and kissed him, slowly this time. He moved his leg further up around the Alpha's waist, pulling him closer. It jostled the knot, still huge, still solid, still locking them together. Strangely, Phil was glad. It wasn't for the mission anymore. He just didn't want to be separated.

It was tough to remember that this was the enemy, balls-deep inside of him, when the man was being so tender. Kissing him for the umpteenth time – though it was more like clumsily pressing his lips somewhere in the mouth region – Phil secretly wished, for a split second, that things could be different. That the Winter Soldier wasn't an assassin, just an ordinary guy. That Phil was an Omega. The idea of actual heats had always horrified him: the loss of control, the possibility of maternity leave, being bound to one person for the rest of your life based purely on biology…

But lying here, in a protective embrace and gazing into soft eyes, he could see the appeal.

The knot didn't go down for a couple of hours. By then, exhausted from the running, Phil had gotten some sleep. He awoke to the Winter Soldier trying to pull out, and humming a vaguely familiar tune. Phil switched into Russian again.

"How long was I out?" he asked.

"A long time. I kept you warm."

"Thank you." Phil stroked his chest. "You're absolutely breath-taking."

The soldier looked almost amused. "Thank you. And you're glowing, just as you should be." He tried again, and this time, his knot slipped out. Phil felt cold again, and huddled close without thinking about it. The soldier sat up, and Phil climbed into the man's lap, eager for more of those addictive kisses. The Alpha complied for awhile. When he touched Phil's hole, however, Phil shied away.

"A bit sore," he said. "Really. How long were you in there?"

"Enough for at least five children, just as you want." He laved a spot on Phil's neck. "I will take care of you. All of you. Mmm." He caressed Phil's stomach, where there was the tiniest bulge from the sheer amount of release filling him. He was so swollen down below that very little could drip out. "You'll grow, and then grow further. I'll attend to your every desire."

"Every one?" Phil asked in a teasing tone. "That could be quite a lot."

"You'll get everything you want," the Alpha insisted.

"What I want… is to get dressed again. Don't look like that. You can't take me again so soon, and I don't want to catch my death out here."

Reluctantly, the Winter Soldier joined him in pulling on clothes. Then he yanked Phil into what would be their last kiss.

"I must go to the town," he said. "You will meet me there."

"How will you find me?" Phil said.

The soldier touched the same spot on Phil's neck that he'd been so focussed on before. "I will find you, sweetheart. We belong to each other now."

Then he picked up his bag and ran from the cave, clearly expecting Phil to follow at a more sedate pace. Phil's scent must have been strong if the man could smell him from here. With a sigh, and a wince as he began his trek, Phil pretended that he wasn't limping as he headed back to town.

To be on the safe side, he took the long way, calling for extraction. When they met by the side of a road, Phil climbed into the back of the van. He looked up when someone swore, and accepted a mirror. He held it up, and stared at the bite.

"Shit," he said.

They'd left the area as soon as the Ukraine delegation had departed, and the Winter Soldier had disappeared. There'd been a tiny bit of regret. Phil had to remind himself that the man was dangerous, a murderer, and definitely the enemy. But now he had worse problems.

"I'm sorry," the nurse said brusquely. "But while there's a five or more percent chance that you've conceived, I can't give you the anti-suppressant. The fact that he gave you a Bonding bite knocks the usual rate up to ten percent. Adding to that the time you were knotted, that's another five percent. That you still have a bump," she tapped it with the back of her hand, and Phil glowered at her, "at least another five, maybe ten."

"Well—"

"I'm not finished," she said. "He has been around for decades, or someone matching his description, and he's never aged. That suggests something like the super soldier serum. Taking that into account adds another fifteen percent. The level of hormones was unusually high. You said he was showing protective instincts, and talking like you were already pregnant, not to mention the nesting."

"He was insulating me—"

"He was being an Alpha," she said. "I'd say there's a fifty-fifty chance that you're pregnant. I'm sorry, but you must accept it."

He compelled himself not to hyperventilate. "What do we do next?"

"We won't be able to tell for three weeks or so. Being a Beta – ordinarily – it will take longer for the effects to show. After four weeks, just to be sure, we'll do a blood test. If it's positive, we'll discuss your options. There'll be plenty of time to consider termination."

Phil should have said 'yes, we'll go with that'. But that bump was there, insignificant as it was. And something about how he'd been cradled and cared for so much made him warm inside.

SHIELD wasn't the kind of place where you could raise a baby, let alone the Rangers. He'd have to leave them, and his secondment to SHIELD, if he went through with the pregnancy. Permanently, if he chose to become a single father. But where would he find work?

This sucked.

"I'll think about it," he mumbled.

"Don't worry, Mr. Coulson," she said, her voice softer now. "I've seen this before. Not often, I'll admit, and everyone handles it differently. I know you'll make the right decision, if a decision has to be made."

That was probably supposed to be more reassuring than it actually was.

A month later, Phil would wake with morning sickness, have a blood test, and a few days later learn that he was pregnant with the Winter Soldier's baby.

Three days after that, Phil would decide against abortion. He couldn't forget the soldier's promises to look after them. No, those promises would never come true, and Phil could never make them happen, either. Not on his own. But someone would give the child a chance to live their dreams.

Eight months later, only a day before the due date, Phil would give birth to a healthy baby girl. He'd get to hold her while he recovered in the hospital; get to feed her, cuddle her, kiss her forehead, fingers, and toes. He'd get to fill out the paperwork about the incident. He'd hum the tune the Winter Soldier was singing, and wonder what it was.

A week after the birth, Phil would nearly die from the pain of being separated from his daughter as he handed her to the agent who would be taking her to an orphanage.

"What is her name?" the female agent would ask.

"She doesn't have one."

When she reached the orphanage, the agent would be humming the tune herself, and one of the nuns would recognise it. That would be how the child was given her name.

But Phil wouldn't know this for a very long time.

I'm basing the 'twenty-two years ago' bit on a certain actress's date of birth, plus nine months. She's three years younger than me; I feel so unaccomplished by comparison.

Anyway.

Enjoy my new offering of Bucky and Phil, with Omega-verse and an illegitimate child thrown in. This is being written before 'Captain America: TWS' is released, so, as with previous Bucky/Phil stories, my information is based on the little I've gleamed through the wonders of the internet and my Marvel character guide. This is non-canon anyway, so there. (Wouldn't it be awesome if this wasn't non-canon, though? Highly unlikely, but if enough of us petition Joss Whedon…)