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Chapter Three: What?!
Camille was internally panicking. They were onto her.
She grew even more panicked when the former spies were no longer with the supersoldiers pack.
Shit! Ah, fuck fuck fucking fuck!
She took a deep breath and scanned the room.
Be cool, Camille. They could have went for drinks. Yeahhh.
Hands closed her elbows and she was being steered toward a nook. Her breathing quickened, she was in deep shit. She knew it.
The hands released her and her view was filled with protective gammas.
"We know you have been watching us and our pack." The Black Widow watched her carefully, eyes narrowed. "We are not looking for an omega."
Camille interrupted the assassin after her last sentence. It was risky and she could squash the brunette without effort, but she had to try. "I know that, and that's why your pack is the perfect choice."
Hawkeye raised his eyebrows. "Why is that?"
"I am not looking for a bond. I-" She bit her lip, debating for a split second. Ah, hell. Just tell them. "I need your help."
"What do you mean?" The lethal redhead demanded, eyes calculating.
"I was raised as part of an unbound pack, in HYDRA. They trained us as a unit and pushed us together in the hopes of a pack bond." She grimaced as the assassins did not appear pleased by her current news. "I escaped after our alpha killed our beta."
The shock and horror that filled the gammas faces spoke volumes.
"My name is Camille Schmidt and I need your packs help. They have found me everywhere else I've gone." She trembled as a vision of Eric invaded her mind. "If my old alpha finds me, he will kill me."
The red head glanced at the archer, assessing and silently communicating. Neither showed indication that they recognized the name, but it was kind of obvious where it came from.
Or rather, who.
"Children?" She asked sharply.
"No." Camille whispered.
"Follow me." The assassins turned and began walking away.
She automatically followed, taking a deep breath. Holy shit. She had met the Black Widow and she was still breathing.
The supersoldier and the rest of his pack were waiting in a side room.
The tall blonde, Captain America, stepped forward.
Alpha. Her instincts and intel told her.
"You have been watching my pack. Why?" He asked, intense blue eyes and size intimidating.
"My name is Camille Schmidt." She began, noticing the super soldiers wince at the name. "I am on the run from HYDRA, I was raised and trained to be a part of a pack operating for them. They wanted us to close the pack, but we never did. I escaped after our alpha killed our beta in cold blood."
A second time, she watched shock and horror cross their faces.
"Why?" Captain America asked, visually struggling to accept the news.
"She got pregnant." She murmured, shutting down the memory before it could swallow her whole. "She was my best friend."
The pack was so taken aback by the information they had to sit down.
"He-she-how-?" The alpha choked, visibly struggling to wrap his head around an alpha harming their beta, intentionally no less. "How could an alpha do that?"
"An alpha raised by HYDRA?" She reminded them bitterly. "During the experimentation, a lot of the potential pack members . . . .didn't make the cut."
"What is that supposed to mean?" The Winter Soldier demanded, the gears in his metal arm whirring.
"They either went wacko, were damaged and otherwise normal, or they didn't survive the initial testing." Camille grimaced. "A lot of us fell into the first and third category."
"Define a lot." The alpha commanded, unsettled by her descriptions so far.
"One in six of us survived the testing sane. One in three were able to operate after recovery. Those that didn't make either cut were disposed of." She hated that term, but it was an accurate account of what happened to them.
"Jesus." The alpha whispered, running his hands over his face.
"Look, like I told your gammas, I need your help. My old alpha is crazy and ruthless." She kicked herself for what she was going to say next. "I-I think that I'm-there is a slim chance that I could be pregnant. I'm not sure, but if I am, and he finds out, he will kill us both."
"Jesus." Steve whispered. How many people-how many friends-had she been forced to watch die?
Then of all things, she adds another kicker to the equation.
"Look, like I told your gammas, I need your help. My old alpha is crazy and ruthless." She paused for a moment, her eyes undecided and wary. "I-I think that I'm-there is a slim chance that I could be pregnant. I'm not sure, but if I am, and he finds out, he will kill us both."
The words hit Steve like a punch in the gut. She might be pregnant with a HYDRA alphas baby.
She was asking them to help her, whether there were two of them to protect or just one.
He had a decision to make.
"I'm not looking for a pack bond or anything, I just need your protection. HYDRA has found me everywhere else I attempted to hide." Camille hoped that the whole possibly pregnant thing wouldn't make them turn her away. All the other alphas were taken or jackasses.
Well, the male alphas were jackasses, the female alphas were looking for males mostly.
"I'm Steve Rogers, alpha." Steve introduced himself.
Did that mean he was considering letting her in? She felt the need to be brutally honest with him.
"I know. They told us your names and genders, in case you tried to shut down our base. If there was an Omega, we were ordered to strike them first." She winced, realizing that was pretty harsh and possibly stupid to admit. "After Eric killed Amelia, I felt what we had done to other packs on the four operations we had completed. I didn't want to do it anymore. I couldn't."
She held her breath while the pack digested her admission.
"I know what it's like to be forced to do wrong and wake up regretting everything I had done. As a gamma of this pack, I will not let anyone hurt you. You can call me Bucky." Bucky vowed as he placed a large, warm hand on her left arm.
"I have experienced having my will taken away and finding myself afterward. As a gamma of this pack, I pledge my service to keep you safe. To pack and friends, I am Clint." Clint took her left shoulder, smiling softly at her.
"I would not have brought you here if I wasn't willing to help. You can call me any variation of Natasha that you like." The beautiful assassin held Camille's right hand, squeezing lightly.
"I trust my pack mates judgement. You have shown sincerity and appear to be genuinely pure of intention. As pack Beta, I will care for you as long as I am able. Sam Wilson, one of the newer additions to the pack." Sam placed an arm over her shoulders.
"I believe you. My pack trusts you and I trust them. As alpha, I swear to keep you safe." Steve pledged, reaching for her free hand.
As soon as Steve touched Camille, a current ran through the group. She was vividly aware of each of them in that moment. She felt them in the back of her mind, bright and warm. She knew instinctively that she could find them wherever they went. Their smells washed over and through her, a new smell rose.
Pack.
Oh, God, no! NO!
"No!" Camille yelped, wrenching violently away from the pack and scrambling away from them.
She backed into a corner, breathing heavily as her thoughts whirled and her heart raced.
No, no, no, no! This couldn't be happening.
Even as she frantically thought it as her eyes searched for an exit, she knew it was true.
