Alright ya'll you know the drill. This is a new Avenger's story set in an Alpha/Beta/Omega verse.
The Avenger's are what is commonly known as a war pack, consiting of one supreme alpha, two regular alpha's, two beta's and one baseline human.
Baseline humans are niether omega's nor truly human. Because of this they have no real place in society since they do not have the instincts to help them cope with pack life. And since they are weaker than normal Omega's they are usually singled out, put in camps where they are used and abused and inevitably killed because they do not have the same rights as others.
One such right denied to them is the right to mate or marry since many are of a mind that they are useless for anything but a few tumbles between the bed sheets.
The only means of protection they have, is when they are formally accepted into packs.
Tony Stark is someone who carries many secrets.
How will his comrades react when they find out just how troubling those secrets are? And will they be able to protect him from a world that would sooner destroy him than save him?
If anyone had ever told Steve Rodgers when he was a little kid growing up in the slums in Queen's, that he would one day present as a Supreme Alpha, enhanced by a serum that would slow his aging process, and give him super human abilities and other things.
He would have laughed in your face.
And if you had then gone on to tell him that in ninety something years he would be the proud leader of a war pack- complete with two other alpha's, two beta's and one incredibly fragile baseline human- well, he would have punched said person in the throat and snarled that they weren't being funny.
However it wasn't for the reasons that one may think.
Contrary to what outsiders thought about his pack, and those that made it- Steve adored them. All of them. Including the little male that was currently fluttering about the small kitchen connected to the common room, totally ignoring the fact that Steve and the rest of the pack could easily smell blood on him.
Freshly spilled blood no less that was beginning to make him feel somewhat disconcerting.
Especially since there was a sweetness to the blood's scent that he had never smelled from the smaller male before. Truthfully the scent teasing his nostrils was so tantalizingly sweet that it caused both his mouth to water and he kept having to scrunching up his nose in an effort to keep from sneezing.
And after casting a curious glance around at the other's, he noted that at least Thor and Clint were having the same problem.
Which begged the question, what the hell was that smell doing mixed with Tony's blood? And more importantly of all, how badly had the smaller male hurt himself this time?
He was about to open his mouth to ask Tony these things, when Bruce finally set the coffee that he'd been enjoying down on the coffee table with a soft sigh and said, "Tony," The smaller male paused what he was doing only for a moment and tensed slightly before angling his head just a bit so that he was looking at them over his shoulder as Bruce decided to simply bite the bullet and asked in a somewhat heated tone that belied the eerie calmness that he was outwardly exuding, "How long were you planning to hide the fact that you're a baseline human from us?"
Tony immediately went ashen and looked away from them and continued to do what he was doing for a second or so longer before picking up everything that he'd collected in his hands and simply turning on his heel and walked out of the room just as quickly as he could without having to resort to actually running without so much as a word or explanation.
Not that any of them had actually expected him to really give them one.
Sometimes speaking to him was like pulling teeth from a crocodile. The hand went in, the jaws snapped shut, and someone wound up missing a hand.
In the three months since the Avenger's had stopped the attack on New York, they had each gotten to know the smaller male pretty damn well. And to be perfectly honest, Tony was both nothing like the news reported him to be, and in others he was.
Steve had known since their first meeting that Tony wasn't what he appeared. Hardheaded, stubborn, a genius, and a visionary- yes. But he had also at first thought that he was an arrogant little shit.
Of course it had taken him several weeks after the attack on New York, and spending as much time as possible in the smaller man's presence to realize that he was wrong about the whole arrogance thing.
Contrary to what others thought or believed, Tony was anything but arrogant.
Confident in himself and the abilities of the ones he surrounded himself with, sure.
But not arrogant. Of course Steve had also noted that along with that confidence, was a certain level of wariness that he exhibited towards himself and the others. Though Steve had never really understood why.
Until now that is.
As a baseline human Tony had to be incredibly wary of the people around him and their intentions towards him. He'd likely grown up fearful being placed in a camp where he would be abused and used, and treated as less than an animal until his body simply gave out and he died.
Steve and the others had spent some time breaking up a few of such camps and freeing those that they could. They had seen the horrors that had befallen you baseline humans, both male and female and knew that if they ever came across a baseline human- they would protect them with all that they had.
Even if they couldn't offer them a place in their pack, they would offer them protection and shelter. They would offer them friendship and respect and all of the things that were so often ripped away from them by the cold and uncaring masses.
"Well...uh, that went well I guess." Bruce finally muttered as he ran a slightly shaky hand through his dark curly hair.
No one else said anything. Really what was there for any of them to say?
That they understood that Tony had hidden the fact that he was a baseline human for specific reasons? That he should have trusted them more- to be perfectly honest none of them really believed that one for a second. After all, Tony had only known them for three months. Why would he trust them with something so painfully life altering?
He would have had to know them for close to a lifetime to even consider trusting them with the truth.
"S-Should one of us go check on him?" Clint asked awkwardly as he looked around the room at the other's. His expression akin to 'oh shit' and a few other panicky ones as Steve considered the question before simply saying,
"I don't think so. Not right now anyways. Why don't we use Jarvis instead to let us check on him? This way he has the space necessary to calm down and eventually come to us instead of us going to him and causing him to panic and run again."
After a heartbeat or so, Nat asked Jarvis to show them Tony and a holographic image of Tony's room appeared in front of them. In the image, Tony was sitting on the floor wrapping his bloody forearm in some gauze. There was a half empty Gatorade bottle sitting next to his thigh and an empty alcohol bottle lay overturned next to it.
And once he finished wrapping his arm, he leaned back against his bed and used his uninjured hand to press on his arch reactor, causing the blue-white light to flash green for a moment. One second the Tony Stark that they all knew was sitting there, and the next his body slowly began to change into that of a young woman in her twenties.
Short hair lengthened and fell to the small of her back, olive colored skin paled to a creamy milky white, dark eyes changed to turquoise blue. She was slightly hunched over making her already petite form appear much more frail and breakable.
She looked exhausted and worried, and a dozen other different things that broke their hearts into pieces.
Finally after sitting still for several moment's, she slowly shifted and got to her feet and moved to look out of the window before saying, "Jarvis, send one of my suits. I need to get out of here."