It felt like there was a furnace draped over me when I woke. Blinking, I turned my head studied Bucky's face next to me. His hair had fallen into his eyes and judging by the slow and steady rhythm of his breathing, he was deep asleep. There was a sheet tangled around my legs and his arm was heavy over my stomach.

Moving carefully, I lifted his arm and wiggled until I could sit up. He made a snuffling huff as he buried his face into a pile of pillows, stretching out on his stomach. The past day had been intense, and I was still processing it. There was a warmth inside of me as I stared at the sleeping alpha. I'd given him something the other omega couldn't, something that I had been told I'd never be able to give to any alpha.

Stretching, I climbed quietly out of Bucky's bed and slipped out of his room. I wanted a shower and judging by the light I should get started on breakfast. My hand was on my door handle when a body pressed into my back and a pair of arms caged me in.

There was a purr in Clint's throat as his teeth scraped along my neck. "Omega."

Despite how I'd spent the last day and even though I should by all rights be worn out, I felt my body respond immediately to Clint. Slick started to pool between my legs, dripping down my thighs as Clint's hands skimmed up my sides, pushing under the shirt I had stolen from Bucky's room.

I had responsibilities I should be doing, but I didn't care. Clint's scent had completely invaded my mind and all I wanted was him. His fingers squeezed against my hip,

"Open your door Omega," there was a growl to the command, and I whimpered in response as I felt myself go wetter. Hurrying to obey, I reached out to open the door.

"Good Omega," Clint purred as he pressed me forward into the room. There was a soft thump as he kicked the door shut behind us. He yanked the shirt over my head before turning me to face him.

His eyes were dark as they swept over me, and I held myself still under his scrutiny. His fingers brushed gently over a few of the bruises that Bucky had left behind on my skin.

"You let him mark you?" Clint's voice rasped as he pulled me closer to him.

I nodded, bottom lip caught between my teeth as I felt a shiver run through me as Clint's nose ran over my neck. "Did you like it?"

Confused at the question, I leaned back to as Clint straightened, blinking up at him. I didn't know how to answer the question. His eyebrows lifted, and his hand tangled into my hair, twisting the strands around his fingers.

"Answer the question, omega. Did you like him leaving marks on you?" His voice was edged with a growl, and it had more slick pouring out of me.

I nodded, watching as Clint smirked, his eyes darkening further as his grip tightened in my hair. "Then I better give you my own."

Clint yanked me to my toes, his arm wrapping around me as he pulled my head back as his mouth crushed to mine. He swallowed the surprised squeak I let out as his tongue dived into my mouth. He tasted like raspberries and his scent surrounded me.

Finally letting my mouth go but keeping his arm around me when he realized how weak my knees had gone, his nose brushed along my jaw. "Go sit in the middle of your bed for me."

Scrambling to obey, I turned to rush over and climb down. I started to fiddle with the pillows and bits of clothes that I had taken from the others, so I had their scents surrounding me when I slept. The need to make it perfect for my alpha welled up in me.

"Omega."

My eyes snapped up to Clint, who was crouched at the edge watching me. I moved to the exact middle and sat on my knees, my hands resting in my lap as I waited for him to tell me what to do next. The only thing I wanted to right now was obey whatever command he would give me.

He stood slowly, his eyes intent on me as he stripped his shirt off and dropped it to the floor. I twitched when his fingers reached for the button on his jeans. His movements were slow and deliberate as if he knew what it was doing to me. By the time he was as naked as I was, I felt like my skin was on fire and I was desperate for his touch.

Clint settled in front of me, sliding his hand between my legs and smirking when he encountered how wet I already was. His fingers dipped inside of me, thumb flicking over my clit at the same time and surprising a gasp out of me as my fingers dug into his arms. He sat down, his back resting against a mound of pillows as he pulled me into his lap.

His mouth traced my jaw, tongue and teeth moving along it as a purr rumbled in his chest. When he reached the spot behind my ear he spoke, "I want to be inside of you, omega. Want to feel you as you grip me when I make you come."

A shiver ran through me at the heat in his voice as his teeth nipped hard on my ear. My hands had landed on his shoulders, bracing there as his hands lifted my thighs and then he was pressing me back down on his length. One of his hands glided up my spine before burying into my hair as the other gripped hard at my hip.

Staring into his eyes, I rolled my hips at the encouragements of his hand on my hip until a quick and steady pace had built up. His hand tugged my head back, baring my neck to his mouth. Teeth nipping over where my pulse was thundering, his tongue swiped over it before he sucked hard against the spot. His fingers dug into my hip, keeping me moving until I felt a tight coiling inside me.

His mouth released my neck as the coil snapped free and I cried out as my fingernails bit into his shoulder. A low pleased purring rolled out of Clint as he kept me moving, helping me through the climax until I had collapsed against his chest.

Then he took over, his arm locking around me as he planted his feet for leverage and his thrusts slammed into me. My arms wrapped around his shoulders, and I pressed my face against his neck as he drove into me. I knew he was chasing his own pleasure, but he was dragging me along with him and all I could do was hold on.

His hand pulled my head back, teeth scraping over the glands in my neck as he growled. We crashed through the edge together, his fingers digging into my hip as his other hand yanked hard in my hair. The pain only heightened the pleasure rolling through me as Clint buried himself deep inside and let go.

I slumped against his chest; my hands slipping off the damp skin of his shoulders. My head dropped against his right shoulder as Clint shifted himself into a more comfortable position against the edge of my nest. I could feel the thundering of his heart under the hand I had rested on his chest, knowing mine was racing just the same. One of Clint's hands stroked lazily up and down my spine.

Recovered some, I traced my fingers over the elaborate tattoo that covered Clint's left arm from shoulder to wrist. I found it extremely fascinating and couldn't help but think that it gave him an edge of danger. And I really liked that idea.

"What's Bucky doing?" Clint asked after a while, his hand still stroking over me.

Yawning, I rubbed my face against Clint's neck. "He was still asleep when I got up. I was coming to take a shower and make everyone breakfast."

Clint hummed. "Pretty much everyone else is gone."

My head lifted. "What? Where? Why?"

He kissed me, his hand splaying across my back as he did. When I was nearly dizzy with the need to breathe, I leaned back. "There were a few missions that came up. The only people in the tower right now are you, Bucky, Bruce, and me."

"Oh."

That meant that I could avoid that conversation with Steve for a while longer. I was nervous about it, not sure what to expect. Maybe, by the time he got back he would have forgotten about it completely and I wouldn't have to deal with it.

Deciding that was what would happen, I nuzzled against Clint's neck again and closed my eyes, letting the way his hand stroked over me relax me into a twilight doze.

"Little omega!" Thor's voice boomed seconds before he enveloped me in a bear hug.

"Hi Thor," my voice was muffled against his chest. The entire team was bigger than I was, even Nat and Wanda, but the Asgardians made me feel especially miniscule. It was funny how a thing that used to make me feel self-conscious in the past, didn't seem like a problem when I was with the team.

The team had scattered on several separate missions and had been coming back in ones and twos over the past week. Thor and Loki had been gone somewhere in the cosmos doing something with a team called The Guardians of the Galaxy. The only people still gone were Steve, Tony, Sam and Nat—who were all on the same mission.

Thor let me go and stepped back, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of my head before reaching around me to steal one of the muffins cooling on the counter. "How was your time with the Sergeant? Did you enjoy yourself?"

I coughed and blushed at the question. I'm pretty sure my entire body turned red as heat cascaded through me. Thor was smiling at me, his face open and earnest as I grabbed the water on the counter and took a hasty gulp. Clearing my throat, staring at the ceiling, I finally said, "Um. It was—um, good."

"What was good?" Bucky asked as he walked around the corner of the kitchen area.

"Thor was being nosy and wanting details about her spending the day with you," Loki answered.

"Oh, it was great. Ellie is a perfect omega." Bucky responded on his way to the fridge.

"Oh my god," I squeaked as I buried my face in my hands and felt as if my body was going to self-combust with embarrassment.

I sensed someone standing in front of me and when I cracked open my fingers it was to see Bucky, his eyes sparkling as he smiled fondly at me. When he saw me looking out at him, his hand wrapped around my wrists and he brought my hand away from my face. He kissed me, the heat punching through me replacing the heat from embarrassment.

"My perfect pretty omega," he murmured when he pulled away, snatching a muffin for himself and saying in a louder voice, "Will you come sit with me on the couch?"

I could sense the stress rolling off him, so I nodded and told them that I needed to put away things first. He nodded and wandered away. Loki disappeared in a swirl of green as Thor snagged two more muffins, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of my head before he wandered off.

Once I was done in the kitchen, I walked to the living room to find Pietro, Wanda, and Thor had joined Bucky in whatever action movie he had put on. Thor was taking up one of the other couches by himself, Pietro was in one of the armchairs, and Wanda was curled up like a cat on the end of the couch where Bucky was stretched out.

"Come here, pretty omega." I moved over to where Bucky was looking at me.

The moment I was near enough, his arm darted out and I found myself settled on the couch in front of him as he wrapped around me. He'd tucked me right up under his chin, the fingers of the hand curled around my hips creeping under my shirt to stroke over my skin. Halfway through the movie, Bucky was letting out a low contented purr.

It wasn't long until need was curling inside me, and I was squeezing my thighs together as I tried to focus on the movie. Peter wandered in and settled on the floor in front of us. Automatically, I reached out and twined my fingers into his soft curls, scratching lightly. He leaned into it, his own contented purr rolling out of him and making me go nearly boneless.

Bucky's arm squeezed around my hips, pressing me tighter against his body as his fingers explored. I was rubbing my thighs together, trying to ease the pressure that was building there. He shifted, his leg pushing between mine, knee pressing up against me as his fingers creeped higher under my shirt.

"Ellie, we need to talk."

The purring from both Bucky and Peter cut off as everyone turned to look at Steve. I blinked, my brain trying to cope with the sudden shift in the atmosphere. I sat up at Bucky's urging. Steve had quite the serious look on his face and his arms were crossed over his chest. Apparently, the rest of the team must have returned.

Still a little dazed, I shook my head. "What?"

"Now Ellie." He turned and moved towards where I knew his office was. Blinking, I looked back at Bucky, and he nodded and told me to go.

Steve was standing at the windows when I entered and shut the door behind me. Then I moved over to his desk to wait for what he wanted to say. He didn't start where I expected he would though. "Ellie, are you planning on staying?"

"Staying?" Nervous were fluttering in my stomach as Steve turned around and studied me. I realized that there was an odd note to Steve's scent that I couldn't quite place.

"Yes. As our omega." He moved around to lean against his desk and cross his arms as he continued to study me. Waiting for an answer.

I dropped my eyes, nibbling on my thumbnail as I considered how to answer. Maybe it was crazy, but I really did want to stay, wanted to continue to help them all. To care for them.

Steve's hand reached out and he tugged my hand away from my mouth. "You shouldn't chew on your nails."

"I know." I whispered. "And yes."

"You're staying?" Steve asked.

"Yes, I want to stay."

His finger tipped my face up so that I would look at him as he said, "If you plan on staying, then I expect you to listen when I give you an order. Do you understand?"

I opened my mouth to agree but that wasn't what came out. "But what if I don't want to?"

"Excuse me?" Steve's eyes narrowed and that odd note to his scent sharped.

I looked up at him, my fingers linking at my waist as I said, "What if I don't want to listen to you?"

Steve's hand reached out and his fingers gripped my chin as he studied me carefully. Then he said, "I'm the head alpha Ellie. If you plan on staying as our omega, you will have to follow pack hierarchy just like the rest."

"Pack hierarchy?"

His fingers tipped my face up further, his eyes glinting. "Yes, Ellie. Pack hierarchy. You're our omega and that gives you a lot of leeway so that you can fulfill that role. So, that you can take care of everyone properly."

"But?"

"But...as pack alpha, I expect you to obey when I need you to obey me? Got it?"

My heart tripped, but I didn't think it was from nerves this time. "What happens if I don't?"

"Then there will be consequences, just like with any of the others." His hand dropped away, arms crossing over his chest once more.

I caught my bottom lip between my teeth as the idea of that caused an odd thrill to shoot through me. It was a wholly unfamiliar feeling. To be honest with myself, that was happening a lot. My brain and body kept doing things I never expected or knew was a thing I could experience.

"Ellie." There was an irritated snap in Steve's voice pulling me back from my own thoughts.

"Yes."

He reached out and his fingers gripped my chin once more to tip my face back up to meet his eyes. "I asked if you understood."

"Yes, Alpha." Steve's designation rolled off my tongue automatically, and I watched as his eyes dilated slightly before he blinked and seemed to shake himself out of his thoughts. Shifting against the desk he nodded.

"Good. Now, why don't you go and make sure that Tony actually gets some rest. He didn't get much on the mission."

"Okay," I agreed. But Steve's fingers were still gripping my chin lightly as his eyes darkened and took on an intensity that made my mouth go dry.

There was a faint rumble in his chest and then his arm banded around my waist hauling me up to my toes. His hand curled around the back of my neck as his mouth covered mine. It was the first time Steve had kissed me; there was so much heat and dominance in it that it felt like it was invading my senses.

Steve kissed with a single-mindedness that left my bones feeling like jelly and like there was no oxygen left in the room. I felt more than heard the low rumbling growl in his chest as he pulled me tighter against his body.

With a suddenness that left my head spinning, Steve tore himself away from me, standing straight and pushing me back several steps. Unbelievably worked up, confused, I blinked several times as I tried to process the complete change in him.

He brushed past me, walking towards the windows and kept his back to me as he said, "Go take care of the others Ellie. I don't need you right now."

I blinked several times at the dismissal, my confusion growing. Moving towards him, I reached out to him. "Steve?"

Tension radiated throughout his shoulders and he said, "Ellie. I said go." The last word was edged with an alpha command, causing me to wince. Frustrated, but unable to ignore the strength of the command that he barked out, I turned on me heel and stalked out.

By the time the elevator opened on the workshop where Friday said Tony was holed up, my confusion and frustration had bled into hurt and anger. Shoving it aside, I looked around the space. I didn't immediately see Tony, so I called out.

"Tony?"

His head popped up from behind a pile of what looked like scrap metal. "Lizzie!"

Rolling my eyes at it, but ignoring it for the moment I walked over to him. Steve was right, he was in bad shape. There was a manic gleam to his eye that told me he had gone entirely too long without sleep and had likely consumed nothing but coffee and booze in that time.

"Come on. Let's go."

"Go? Where?"

"You need sleep. And then probably to eat and shower. But sleep first."

"No, I don't princess." His tone already took on that whiny edge he sometimes got when he was trying to weasel out of taking care of himself and I was on his case. Luckily, I was completely immune to it.

"Tony. Do I need to request that Friday lock you out of your workshop for the next three days?"

He gasped dramatically, "You wouldn't."

"I will. Unless you come with me and get some sleep."

Tony perked up a little, "You're going to put me to bed, are you?"

"Yes." Reaching out, I took his hand and he let me lead him to the elevator and to the pack room. Inside, he stripped down as he always did. Then he moved to me and tugged my pants off.

His fingers rubbed at the shirt I was wearing. "This is one of my shirts."

"I know it is."

"Maybe I should take it back." Tony's fingers pushed up the hem slightly, rough fingertips skimming over my skin. He was teasing and testing the waters, something he was doing more and more frequently lately.

"Tony, you need to sleep before anything else." I pointed out.

He huffed and I was pretty sure he rolled his eyes. He tugged me over to the bed, crawling down and wrapping himself around my back. His breath ghosted over my skin, leaving goosebumps behind. I waited for him to relax and fall asleep, but instead, his fingers started to stroke and skim over my skin.

A low purring rumble tumbled from him, and he swiped his fingers just under the edge of the waistband of my underwear.

"Tony—" I mumbled when his fingers crept lower.

"Shush. I'll sleep soon. Just let me." His nose pressed against my neck as his fingers dipped even lower.

I had gotten too worked up with no relief twice in less than an hour. So, when his fingers finally stroked gently over me, I whimpered. He snickered and said, "Just all sorts of worked up aren't you?"

Fingers still teasing over me, his teeth nipped at the back of my neck. "I asked you a question, omega."

I opened my mouth to deny it, but then his fingers pressed over my clit and the only sound I could make was another whimper. It apparently was enough for Tony because he chuckled. "Yeah, that's what I thought. I could smell it all over you."

"You need to sleep."

"What I need right now is this." Tony growled in my ear, punctuating the words by pressing his fingers inside of me. "And I know you need it too."

I gave up trying to fight it. What was the point? Tony's voice was a purr in my ear when I finally relaxed in his arms, my hips tipping to give him better access. "There you go, such a good omega for me."

Preening under the praise, I let my head fall back against his shoulder. Tony's other hand tipped my head towards him, his tongue diving into my mouth as his fingers sped up. It didn't take him long to have me a panting mess. His mouth trailed along my jaw, teeth nipping until he reached my neck and started sucking on it.

When I broke, tumbling into the climax, Tony's face pressed against my shoulder. He muttered something about needing more and then he was shifting. Still reeling from the orgasm, I was barely aware of the fact that he had already yanked the shirt off and then he was tugging my underwear off too. His body slotted between my legs and his body pushed me back against the mattress, a comfortable weight over me.

Tony sunk inside of me with a low, happy growl. I wrapped my arms around his back as he licked his way into my mouth. His hips rolled, his thrust long and hard as our tongues danced together. When my nails bit into his back he let out a low hiss and muttered, "Do it again."

Blinking it took a moment for me to realize what he said. It wasn't until his teeth bit lightly at my bottom lip and tugged that I realized what he wanted. I dug my nails in again. He let out a deep growl and picked up his pace, pulling my leg higher up on waist. In moments, everything in my body tightened and snapped.

Then he was shifting back, turning me over, and pulling me to my hands and knees. The moment he was buried back inside of me, his arm wrapped around me, and he pulled me up against his chest. Holding me in place, he dropped his fingers to stroke over my clit as he thrust up into me with quick and deep strokes.

"Tony-"

He growled and I corrected, "Alpha."

"That's right omega, you gonna come with me?"

I nodded and his teeth dug into my shoulder as his hips slammed into me, while his fingers rolled hard over my clit. Stars exploded behind my eyes as I shuddered with the strength of my orgasm, vaguely aware of Tony burying himself deep inside of me as he locked into place and erupted.

Tony's arms locked around me when I went limp. He peppered my shoulder and neck with kisses before he shifted us to lay down. His fingers traced lightly over my skin as he tucked me tight against him and his cheek rubbed over the top of my head.

"You really are perfect, honey." Tony mumbled into my hair. I hummed contentedly. Soon his movements stilled, and his breathing deepened as he fell asleep.

It wasn't long before Sam and Wanda came into the room and settled down. To my surprise, Wanda curled up right up against my other side.

"Are you okay?" I asked quietly as I sensed Sam moving in close to her back. She nodded and leaned up to press a soft kiss to my cheek before she moved to rest her head against my chest. I reached out and petted my hand down her hair as she let out a soft sigh and snuggled closer.

Wanda was a delta, which meant she didn't need the balancing hormones or pheromones like an alpha did. Over the past few weeks however, I noticed that she tended to seek me out like the alphas did. She might be one of the most powerful people in the world, yet there were times like this when she was almost achingly vulnerable.

I thought she had fallen asleep but then she said softly, "You smell like sex."

"Sorry."

"No, sweetie, it's okay. Maybe Tony will be less cranky now."

"He was being cranky?" I asked.

I felt Wanda's head nod against my chest as Sam snickered. "If he was anymore cranky, I suspected that Steve might have laid him out."

Wanda's arm wrapped around my waist, and she said, "He's wanted you since he caught your scent in Pepper's office."

"Really?"

"Oh, sweetie, you really can't tell that they are all smitten with you?" Wanda said.

"We kind of all are honestly." Sam put in.

"Oh." The two of them quieted down as a few of the others filtered in. I continued to pet my hand down Wanda's hair, working to sooth her to sleep.

Hours later, I was laying wide awake and staring blindly at the ceiling. Everyone who was in the room was asleep. Their soft breathing should have soothed me. But instead, I just found myself getting more and more tense and annoyed. I kept replaying the whole scene in Steve's office. Trying to figure out what had gone wrong, why he had acted the way he had.

Eventually, I worked myself into such a state of annoyance that I gave up trying to sleep and instead decided to go deal with it. I was still sandwiched between Wanda and Tony, so it took me a little bit of time to work myself free. Once I was outside the pack room, I asked Friday where Steve was.

"Captain Rogers is in his room, miss."

Turning towards the stairs I started up as Friday said, "Miss, I'm to inform you that he put a do not disturb on his room and I'm supposed to keep everyone out until he lifts it."

I paused at his door, glancing up at the ceiling. "Does that mean I can't go in?"

"No, miss, I just to inform you that if you choose to enter the room the lockdown protocols Captain Rogers has in effect will not allow me to open the door for you to leave until either there is a critical emergency or Captain Rogers ends the lockdown."

My eyes dropped back down to his door, and I chewed on my thumbnail as I considered. Why would Steve have activated such extreme lockdown measures? I wavered. Maybe it would be best to leave this for a different time.

But then my stubborn nature won out and I said to the ceiling. "I understand Friday. I'm still going in."

"As you wish, miss." Was the AI's response. I heard the soft hum that was the door unlocking and I pushed through.

The room was in complete gloom as I stepped over the threshold, struggling with the lack of light as the door shut and locked behind me. Then the musky, heady scent of alpha hit my nose and I knew why Steve had instigated such an extreme lockdown measure.