Sadly only Stan Lee is awesome enough to own Marvel and the Avengers, we lowly mortals can only borrow his works, make sure to go back and read chapter 1 if you haven't already I've made some edits to it cause I changed my mind


Normal POV

I watched through a shroud of pain and my own dark hair as the blonde Alpha fought off the monsters trying to take me back, for what they've done to me and countless others made them less than man or beast in my eyes, as they came at him one by one. He was actually winning, which surprised me to a point, but as he moved I could see obvious military training with a touch of boxing added in. He was holding his own and then some, tearing through these guys and their weapons like paper. The more cowardly of them running off.

Now with two of their group on the ground unconscious, the first being the biggest who preferred a bat to anything else and the other was a guy who wielded a long metal chain that he liked to whip around, but that back fired when Alpha just let it wrap around his forearm before grabbing it and yanking the guy forward into his waiting fist, and one of them ran off now there were only two left plus their leader. None of them moved forward after the last guy was taken out so quickly.

"You guys really wanna continue this?" He asked giving them a final chance to get out of there

None of them moved, the other members still standing were giving each other wary looks and their leader saw it...and was not happy.

"Forget you fucking cowards!" the leader yelled back at his friends before he charged in head first


Steve's POV

The guy with the tactical knife, who appeared to be their leader, swore at the cowardice of his men and charged me knife poised to stab me or slit my throat as soon as he could get within range. This guys was different from the others I could tell within the first few minutes he had, had actual training, military if I wasn't mistaking his movements and it made me angry that scum like this would be allowed in the military. I promised myself I would find where this guy was stationed and make sure he was discharged and black listed for every military branch in the world. Being Captain America does give you some weight to throw around both politically and physically.

He was good, but after spending time sparing with the Black Widow I was still better and though he got a cheap shot in, a thin scratch that would heal in a few hours, I managed to take the knife and used the hilt to bash the back of his head, when he tried to hold on and instead fell forward off balance from overextending, knocking him out cold for a few hours at least if the knot on the back of his head was any indication.

"Any of you wanna give it a go?" I asked the remaining men casually as I flipped the knife I had stolen over in my hand

They looked at each other for a moment and upon a silent agreement picked up their buddies and high tailed it.

"Thought not." I joked to myself darkly tossing the knife away

When I turned around to face the distressed Omega I realized that beating up a couple of thugs was going to be the least of my worries. My senses tuned out the world until it was only her and I didn't like what they were telling me.

She was afraid, terrified, in pain and positively helpless to do anything about it and that set my teeth and Alpha instincts on edge. No decent Alpha, heck even some of the more sensitive Betas, could stand the smell of a distressed Omega without wanting to do something, anything, to fix it. I was no different, but I had no idea what to do to fix it.

Watching her shake like a leaf trembling from head to toe and the level of distressed Omega permeating the air had me crouching back to her level staying just outside of reaching distance despite wanting to only grab her and crush her to my chest and take her back to be pressed between me and Bucky to sooth her with our scents and keep her where she'd be safe and warm and well looked after. If only it could be that easy.


Normal POV

The blonde Alpha had won, the scum of the Earth had fled dragging their unconscious friends and leader with them back to their hole, and I wasn't sure whether to be happy or terrified still. I couldn't quit shaking like a god damn Chihuahua no matter how hard I clamped down on my overtaxed muscles and it both annoyed and further distressed me at the lack of control over my body.

The edges of my vision were going hazy grey and I knew if I didn't get some sort of control soon that I would be falling head first into that raw instinct that every Omega had in the back of their mind and with how scared I was right now and how open a place like the park was nothing about letting that part of me take over would go well.

The blonde Alpha turned to me and my instincts spiked giving my body a very unwelcoming jolt...this would be it. I would be taken again only this time by a strange Alpha who had unknown intentions he could be just as bad as the group that had taken me before...or he could be worse.

It was shocking then to my baser instincts when this Alpha, who had just proven his dominance over the large group who had sought to reclaim me, knelt back to the ground unable to reach me from the distance he had crouched and made himself as small as he possibly could in his best show of trying to be non-threatening. If it had been any other time I might have laughed because for someone of his size and muscle mass he could make himself pretty small with his shoulders hunched forward, his knees practically touching them, and his arms tucked into his chest and with his hands tucked under his chin.

I stared at him intently trying to discern what he was playing at, what kind of trick was he trying, what his motives were. Who did he think he was fooling?

And then I smelled it. It hit me like a wave, Alpha, protect, not a threat, it was somehow pleading begging me to come to him, to let him take care of me, to let him take this all away and to replace the fear and the pain and sorrow, that cut through my life so deep I thought it would last forever, with warmth and a love so tender and caring it nearly brought me to tears.

This was a smell I knew, it was home, it was the offer of a home, it reminded me of better days spent in the care of my Uncle Jimmy, who had been a Beta with some Alpha tendencies, growing and learning and being safe and whole when the whole world was trying to tear us apart piece by piece.

I gave him an uncertain look, confused, no Alpha these days had any kind of control over their scent, that was a practice thought to be too archaic to be learned anymore. If that was true for him too, and I was hedging it might be, then he honestly wanted to help me and that threw me. There weren't many decent people left in this world, I had seen that and my Uncle had made sure I could tell the difference, and somehow one of the only ones left had found me? Found me and wanted to help me? Soulmate or not this was too much...I didn't realized that my body had disagreed with my mind until it was too late. Without focusing on not falling I had unintentionally let go...I fell and as the grey took over I prayed to all the deities I had long given up on that I hadn't just made the worst mistake of my life.