…Like A Wooden Steak Through The Heart…

/Warning/: This chapter contains: Cursing, sadness, a little bit of darkness, creepiness, fluff in a way, huge misunderstandings, protective everyone, and Steve being stressed so much that he just started crying! All reviews are appreciated.

P.S.: This story is Monster AU, and contains a non-traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamic! The story is dark but not as dark as it sounds… I think. What I planned to be an angsty horrifying horror story turned out to be a hurt/comfort mixed with horror… But oh, well, can't help it! Enjoy

"Character talking"

"Character thinking"

…Flashbacks…

Chapter 2

Opening his eyes, Steve was greeted by the sight of the high ceiling; his brows were furrowed as he tried to make sense of why was he lying in a plush bed gazing at a creepy ceiling that appear just like the ones in abandoned mansions and castles from the old ages. It took time for Steve's mind to completely awake and make sense of what was going around, and it embarrassed him that it took even longer for the memories of what happened a few hours ago (A few days ago?) to trickle in and informed him of why exactly he was here.

Slowly as to not make himself sick or lose it and try to run away again only to come face to face with other monsters; Steve sat up, blanket pooling around his waist as his eyes gazed around the room he was in, taking everything in. If it wasn't for how dark and creepy the place was, making shivers run down his spine; Steve would have said that the place looked like an exact replica of the medieval castles of Europe… but bigger, and creepier…

Slowly and as sneaky as he can, Steve crawled out of bed, trying to fight with the dark crimson sheets and blankets without making any noise; planning on throwing himself out of the window and running to his car, either to lock himself in it for the rest of his short life or make a run for it in any direction while hoping to reach a town and save himself from this madness.

"Oh, you are awake, that's good." Steven heard before he even managed to put one of his feet on the ground, causing him to still in his place as his heart decided to jump to his throat; slowly, Steve turned his head to gaze at the one who dared to speak to him, only to see the werewolf from before, coming into the room with the woman not that far behind him, a tray in his hands as he tried to give Steve a gentle and calming smile.

A gentle and calming smile that all but made the soul leave Steve's body when he noticed those fangs poking outside of the man's mouth; huge ass fangs that all but mauled him the first time they met. Closing his mouth tightly so to prevent his scream from being let out and deafening everyone in the room; Steve watched as the werewolf put the tray on the table near the window not that far before turning toward Steve, trying to exude calmness as he tried to deal with him. Tough luck trying to calm him when he already accumulated months' worth of stress because of his stalker of an ex followed by entering a haunted forest and meeting the monsters of the dark that were supposed to be nothing but myths and fairy tales!

"Can I go home now… please?" Steve asked after what felt like hours of staring but in fact, was less than five seconds (Five seconds too long if asked), his body was so tense that he felt like he was about to shoot out of bed like an arrow and jump out of the window if it means that he would leave this place.

The werewolf and the woman looked at each other, worry clouding their eyes before they turned to Steve once more, this time it was the woman who came toward Steve; her eyes full of gentleness as she tried to (Once again) exude calmness to stop Steve from either running away (Again) or fainting (…again), Steve knew that he may at least have a chance talking with the woman and try to convince her to let him go (Since she seemed so protective of him and even dared to fight the werewolf the last time they met) so he let her come toward him and sit on the chair near the side of the bed.

"I am sorry darling…" The woman said, almost making Steve shriek in annoyance and stress as he all but jump from the bed and try stupidly to bid for freedom. "We cannot let an Omega return to the humans where they would kill you on sight if they discovered what you are." The woman explained as calmly and gently as she can, her words causing Steve to raise his eyebrow in confusion and look at the woman like she had grown several heads and was speaking in an ancient language he didn't understand.

"Look, Ma'am… I think you are mistaken about something here… I am not an Omega… I don't even know what an Omega is… I just want to return home… please!" Steve whined, knowing that he was reaching the end of his wits if he was already acting this childish and frustrated, but who would blame him when he was already stressed and was forced to undergo more stressful situations by the second? What the hell was an Omega anyway? If it wasn't a wolf dynamic thing then what was it? The only thing that Steve knew was that being an Omega was something very big for these monsters if the way they acted around him was something to go by.

The werewolf and the woman once again looked at each other, this time the concern and worry mixed with horror as they looked at Steve and then at each other over and over again as if they were having a silent conversation that even they didn't know how to proceed. In all of this, Steve was silent, his eyes going from the man to the woman and then back again; wondering if this was going to be his chance to escape unnoticed.

"It… it must be… umm…" The man stuttered, looking at the woman who was looking as lost and confused as him before turning to Steve, causing him to curse internally as he gazed at them with what he hoped was a harmless smile. "Could the stress cause this? I mean it happened to Omegas sometimes, right?" The werewolf asked, his words were slow on his tongue and unsure, gazing at the woman who was furrowing her eyebrows in confusion and concern. "Should we call for Bruce?" The man and the woman continued to exchange looks and soft questions between themselves, causing Steve to press his lips tightly together at how the two were ignoring him.

"Ma'am… Sir? Please… just let me leave, my parents would worry about me if I disappeared all of sudden without any news…" Steve tried once more, trying to soften those two and gain their pity and sympathy so he can escape; maybe even make them take him to the edge of the forest where he would go home walking on foot or hatching a car.

"Parents?" The woman asked, finally seeming to find her voice as she glanced at the werewolf with a raised eyebrow before turning to Steve. "Another pack? I believe I never heard of another wolf pack in America other than ours… where are you from, Europe? Germany? France?" Hearing this, Steve blinked several times trying to make sense of what the woman was telling him, was she really mistaking him for a werewolf? Couldn't they smell his scent and deduce that he was a human?

"Ma'am… I think you made a mistake about something…" Steve said slowly, wondering how wise of him it would be if he said to those two that he was a human when not a few hours ago his head was nearly been bit off because he was suspected of being one; the thing was, Steve had a suspicion that was being proven by the seconds that if he didn't tell them the truth about being a human, then those two would never let him leave this forest for the rest of his life. "I am not a… a creature…" That was the only thing that Steve felt wouldn't be an insult, at least better than a monster, right? "… Like… um, you… I am a human…" Steve said, and not a few seconds passed before he saw the shock and horror cross those two faces before they turned to each other with fear only to say...

"This is worse than we thought! He had completely lost his mind!" That was the werewolf who looked at Steve with so much sympathy and horror, pity swimming in his eyes as he studied Steve from the top of his head to the tip of his toes… which was rude mind you.

"Maybe it is a curse? Should we call Natasha? I am sure she would be able to do something and make him remember… right?" The woman breathed, standing up from her seat as if she was about to run out of the door to bring this 'Natasha' but was unable as she gazed at Steve like he was a poor baby animal that was abandoned on the side of the road. "Don't you remember anything? Did those humans steal you from your pack? How can you not realize that you were an Omega? How did you deal with your heats if you didn't know you were one?" The questions were shouted at him back and forth causing Steve to lean back away from the woman and the werewolf who all but crawl onto the bed to question him about how he was kidnapped from his parents and was forced by the foul humans to live as one of their own…

The next hour or so (Maybe more, maybe less, Steve had lost count of how overwhelmed he was; when the werewolf, 'Call me Bucky' and the woman 'Margaret Carter but you can call me Peggy' seemed to want to smother him with their care and concern) was spent with Steve trying to convince those two that he was a human, and stop them from crawling all over his bed to inspect him from head to toes just to prove that he was under influence with how he was acting. "But I am a Human!" Steve whined for what seemed to be a thousand times, trying to make his point to the stubborn werewolves who against all odds seemed to want to adopt him into their pack to protect him from all the foul humans out there.

"No, you are an Omega! Did you hit your head hard while fainting or is it the baby's brain?" Bucky shouted back for what also seemed to be a thousand times; his words causing Steve to bristle for how dismissive the stupid man was, refusing to believe Steve's words and passing judgment as he wanted.

"Wait, what?!" Steve shouted, the man's words finally made sense to him and caused him to still be in his place with horror itching on his face; what the hell does he mean by 'Baby brain'?! Not only that, this was not the first time those two implied that Steve was… that Steve was… was with… with a child!

"You fool! Did I not tell you not to stress him like this?! Think about the baby!" Peggy snapped her words causing Steve to whirl toward her with wide eyes and a jaw that nearly dropped on the bed and made a hole toward the floor.

"What baby?!" That was the only thing that Steve could shriek, his eyes as wide as saucers taking in Peggy and Bucky who looked guilty and concerned, and God how much Steve wanted to rage and throw a tantrum worthy of a grade A+ Oscar-winning movie for how mad he was. "What baby?!" Steve repeated again, this time managing to lower his voice without sounding as hysteric as he was the first time.

"Um… the one you are carrying?" Bucky said, looking thoroughly scolded by Peggy who was pulling his ear, turning the scary big werewolf into a sad kicked puppy who was a few steps away from tears; Peggy on the other hand was giving Steve a soft and gentle look, trying to be reassuring and hoping that Steve wouldn't freak out… too late for that, but still, thanks for the offer…

"What baby?! I am not pregnant! I am a man! Men can't get pregnant!" Steve all but shrieked, before he backtracked when it dawned on him that he wasn't talking to humans in the first place to make such a declaration. "Human men can't get pregnant!" Steve said once more this time specifying his species; his words though made Peggy and Bucky look at him like he was such a poor, poor white flower who doesn't know anything about what was going on in life. "You know what, fuck this! Fuck this! I am leaving!" Steve snapped, all but jumping from the bed as he rushed toward the door, ignoring how Peggy and Bucky scrambled to bring him back inside the room where he would be safe and sound for the rest of his life from the terrible humans…

Steve never ran as faster in his life as he did at that moment…

OK, so maybe Steve had overshot his confidence to escape by miles… not that Steve regretted his action of running away from those crazed wolves who decided that Steve is like a lost princess that needed to be locked in a tower to be protected from the outside world that is infested with monsters hell-bent on killing or harming him… yeah… Steve doesn't even know where those ideas even came from, even Steve was having a hard time convincing himself that those two were sane.

Let's ignore the fact those two are werewolves and that they believed that Steve was an Omega (Whatever the hell that was!) Steve can live with that, he can try to convince them that they got the wrong species and even manage to perhaps convince them of letting him return back to his home and parents. It was the fact that they believe that he was pregnant (Him! Pregnant! A man!) that made Steve's brain come to a screeching halt as he all but 'Nope-d' out of existence and into another dimension entirely… like what the hell? Since when did Steve even manage to get any to become pregnant?

Even before breaking up with his 'Thou-shall-not-be-mentioned' ex, Steve was never the type to sleep or have sex carelessly without protection (And without forming an attachment and trust with his partner first) not only that, but a month before breaking up Steve was so busy trying to find a job and become an adult in this big scary world to care about sex or having fun… which may or may not have led to a few fights with his ex. After his break up, Steve spent the last four months (Or was it six months? Steve honestly doesn't know, he had lost count of how long he was forced to live in fear because of that asshole) being too wary and nervous to consider going out on a date or even sleeping with someone, preferring to be in the safety of his own home, under his nest of blankets, watching shitty movies and eating snacks as he tried to forget that the outside world exists.

Judging by the timeline, by Steve's calculation, by the world's view, and by every sane person's judgment! That definitely meant that Steve was not pregnant! Definitely not pregnant or close to being pregnant! If Steve was really an intersex without him knowing (Which was a 0.000000000000001% chance in hell, with him living practically in the hospital all of his childhood and teens until he had hit his growth sport) and he really had fallen pregnant by a miracle, then where was the baby? Where was the baby bump? The mood swings? The food craving? The emotional state (Not counting the nervous mess he became because of his stalking ex!) that everyone talked about? Where was the fluttering of life in his belly that everyone gosh over when they reached a certain stage in their pregnancy?

Nothing! There was nothing! Steve felt nothing! So that meant one thing, and it was that Steve wasn't pregnant! No chance in hell was he pregnant, especially not by his crazy stalker of an ex who planned on murdering Steve in cold blood if he didn't return with him to be his prisoner!

With that in mind, Steve tried hard to find an escape from this crazy place, ignoring the ghosts he saw floating past him, ignoring the shrunken heads hanging on every door handle that screamed every time he passed that the room shall not be disturbed; ignoring the voodoo dolls that scurry under his legs giggling manically while holding knives or broken shards of glasses or anything sharp and poke at each other… and he definitely ignored the large insects that were crawling up the walls, causing a shiver of horror to run down Steve's spine when his eyes fell on three-feet-long cockroaches… Steve really hates bugs…

So Steve power-walked away from the dark hallways, trying to find an exit from this hell, wondering if he should take the stairs (Definitely not the elevators he doesn't know what kind of dimension they would send him to) and if he did, he wondered if he should go up or down… like where was he even in all of this madness? Can he get a map please before he found himself being turned into a chew toy to a hungry Wendigo? Wait! Do they even have one of those around here?!

OK, OK! He needed to calm down right now, or he would end up combusting on the spot… that if Peggy and Bucky didn't find him first… speaking of it, what kind of name are Peggy and Bucky?! With those kinds of names, those two are more suited for a Western cowboy film than werewolves' type of genre! Like seriously! He would have thought that anything mixed with blood, death, and hunters was more like it in the werewolves' naming hierarchy, you know strong names that put the fear of God in your soul? But what does Steve know? It turned out that werewolves prefer Western-style names, and would be happy to act like a granny who spent her life happily on a farm and would stuff any kid walking across from her with pies all the while saying 'You remind me of my grandchild!'... yeah… these kinds of acts don't gain that much terrified people as you can see… unless that granny was a homicidal maniac hiding in disguise and baking pies using the meat of the people she hunts… which by the way is a grade A+ Hannibal level shit.

Anyway! Back to the present with Steve trying to find his way out of this madness and away from those werewolves who wanted nothing but to wrap him in a bubble and put him inside that room to guard him like a scared maiden from the scary monsters that were the humans… did those creatures really did not know that people were afraid (Or horny, depending on who you ask) of them and would run away as far as they can at the sight of them (Or would present themselves and volunteer as a tribute in hope of banging a monster and living to tell the tale) than the other way around? Like can't they see how terrified Steve was and how he fainted when he saw Bucky shift from a wolf into a man? Hell! People are afraid of normal wolves! A wolf that big would have anyone faint or jump ten feet high without even trying just to climb a tree and survive!

Letting out a pitiful whine at how much Steve had managed to fuck up his life so much and he was not even 22 to begin with! Like why? What did he do to the world other than being an asshole who wouldn't stand down from a fight and would punch any bully in the way like they had a magnate that attract his fists? What did he do?!

The sound of a throat being cleared draw Steve's attention and made him turn behind, only to still and froze in his place with wide eyes when his gaze fell on a ghost who was wearing a butler getup, gazing at him with an emotionless face. "Do you need help, Sir?" The ghost asked, and Steve had half a mind to turn around and hightail it away… should he respond? Would answering the ghost cause it to become attached to him and haunt him for the rest of his life? Should he start bawling and throw a tantrum in the middle of the hallway? Should he recite every holy book in existence to get that thing away?! "Sir?" The ghost asked once more, tilting its head and causing Steve to choke on his breath, feeling like his soul was about to leave his body any minute now.

It took time before Steve managed to calm himself from the internal panic attack he was having, and through all of it, the ghost stood (Floated?) before him, not making a move or a sound, as if waiting for Steve; when he finally regained himself, Steve gave the ghost a hesitated smile (He think he reached his limit and finally broke, because why would he smile toward a ghost?!) before he said. "Y-yes, please… can you point me toward the exit?" Steve hoped the ghost would do just that because seriously, more seconds spent in this place are seconds that drove Steve close to insanity than he wanted to admit.

The ghost stayed silent for a few more minutes, gazing at Steve and studying him intensely, causing the sweat to slide down his back as the foreboding feeling took over him. "Under what name is your reservation, Sir?" The ghost asked in a calm and collected voice, but Steve couldn't help but feel the threat under that voice… a threat that would mean either him being killed and disposed of or getting possessed by a scary entity with a thirst for human flesh.

"It was all Peggy and Bucky!" Steve squeaked, already seeing his life flashing before his own eyes, as the ghost floated toward him, the air around him was thick and heavy almost choking him and freezing him in place. After squeaking those names (Which Steve would deny for the rest of his short life) the world around him seemed to still before the killing intent all but disappeared from the air as the ghost blinked and then gave Steve a gentle and apologetic look.

"Ah! You are the pregnant Omega… my apologies I did not realize, you looked very human and suspicious, and so I accidentally mistook you for one that snuck into the tower." The ghost said, giving Steve a little bow, unaware of how Steve was a few seconds away from a heart attack that would have rendered him dead. "My name is Edwin Jarvis, but you can call me Jarvis; it's a pleasure to meet you." The ghost… Jarvis… said, causing Steve to swallow, almost blurring out 'I wish it was the same!' before reigning himself and giving the ghost a shaky smile.

"P-pleasure t-t-to me-meet you…" Steve stuttered, shaking so hard that he almost wondered how the ghost in front of him didn't notice how close Steve was to an external panic attack of the major scale; were all the monsters in this place that murderous toward humans? Does it mean that Steve now had a target painted on his back and he would be K.O.-ed the moment he tried to correct them that he was a human? Is it safer for him to pretend to be a monster just like them to survive before trying to escape? But why pregnant?! Steve doesn't know how much he would be trapped here, but he was sure as hell everyone would eviscerate him when they would notice his unchanging stomach!

"Oh my! Are you cold? Tired? Hungry? Do you need me to call Mr. Barnes and Mrs. Carter to aid you?" Jarvis asked with concern, unaware that he was the reason for Steve's dilemma at the moment; like seriously! Just a minute that ghost was about to erase him out of existence and now he was fluttering around him like a worried mother?!

"I… I… am… f-fine…" Steve all but choked, trying to give the ghost a reassuring smile that was all but a grimace as he felt the tears clinging to his lashes, refusing to fall the sheer will of stubbornness that Steve possess. "Could… you… could you please point me toward the exit?" Steve managed to say the question without stuttering by the power of will for wanting to live and not end up dead or possessed… or end up as food… but either way, Steve would be grateful just managing to leave this wretched place.

"Oh? Do you want to leave the tower? But you just got here? Is your room not to your liking? I am sorry, it seemed to have slipped my mind that Omegas prefer to nest in places they chose and considered to be safe; if you want I am sure I can manage to find a room that would be more comfortable for you, we have several rooms available, all with soft beddings and extra pillows." The ghost spoke in that gentle voice of an adult trying to placate a child from having a meltdown, which made Steve all but bite his tongue to stop from letting out a sob at how stubborn the ghost was; I mean, can't you see that Steve was trying desperately to find a way out of here while acting polite and not screaming his head off like a banshee?!

"Oh, no, Mr. Jarvis, no, the room is lovely!" Steve raised his hands trying to placate the ghost and not offended him about the room arrangement, who would want to die by a ghost just because they were stupid and anger them about the room arrangement? That's a fucked up way to die when the road to survival was a step away! "It's just that… it's just I really needed to return home to my parents… my trip here was quiet… uh… unexpected…" That was the lightest Steve can describe this horror trip that all but sucked his soul and left him drained of life. "…the place is lovely and everyone is an interesting person to talk to, but you see I really need to get back on the road, my parents-" Before Steve managed to finish his words, a shriek of his name… or really a shriek or the word 'Omega!' rang around the place… by those twin voices that Steve was hoping against hope to avoid at all causes, and when Steve's sight fell on the disheveled appearance of Bucky and Peggy; the only word that kept being repeated in his mind as their gaze fell on him was the word 'Fuck!' as he laminated his rotten luck that kept throwing him into this situations since he was a child…

Steve couldn't help but light a candle in his heart for his poor departing soul…

Steve tried to contain his sniffling as he pulled the blankets even tighter around himself, turning himself into a giant human burrito as he tried to ignore the two werewolves and ghost fluttering around him in the background trying to calm him down before he had another meltdown, and start crying out of nowhere. Another sniffle left Steve, causing the ghostly butler to offer to go and fetch Dr. Banner, which was agreed on hurriedly by the two werewolves who jumped when they heard another sniffle and a suppressed sob coming from the lump under the blankets.

A few hours ago, after being once more caught by those crazy werewolves, Steve was once more brought into this wretch room; this time with that insane couple thinking that Steve had completely lost his mind! Apparently, for their kind, they trust the sweaty stench on his body more than they did hardcore logic! As they tried to be reassuring and protective as they all but put him down into the bed and told him that he was to never leave this room until they found a way to reverse the brainwashing the humans did to make him believe that he was one of them.

Which again started a round of arguing that ended up with Steve feeling so wronged and frustrated that tears appeared in his eyes; the thought of him not seeing his parents and friends again, and the thought of him dying if those creatures discovered that he was not one of them was the final straw that broke Steve's resolve and made a sob leave his throat… a sob followed by another… and another… and another… before his tears started to fall down like a waterfall as his frustration and stress reached its peak and Steve broke down and started bawling his eyes out; if the last months weren't this stressful and the last few days weren't horror filled that tested his resolves in every way. Steve would have been embarrassed for how he started to cry out of the blue like a child had been abandoned by his parents on the side of the road.

Unfortunately, he started to bawl his eyes out and did nothing but send that crazy couple into a frenzy, as they tried to placate Steve just to make him stop crying; they looked so horrified like they had just killed someone instead of making them just cry. An hour of crying and bawling brought the ghost butler to the room, looking as maniac as those two as he dragged behind him every soft pillow and blanket he and the other ghostly servants could carry; giving it to Steve like it was a sacred offer they hoped would placate him and make him stop with the waterworks that seemed to have shook the foundation of the world if the way everyone was acting around him was something to go by.

So here was Steve, lying under what felt like a thousand blankets and hugging the fluffiest pillow as he sniffled and hiccupped, trying to control himself from crying in frustration once more; it had been ages since Steve cried like this, not since he was ten and he was told by his doctors that he had to stay in the hospital once more because of cold gone wrong… at that time, Steve had hated how everyone was acting around him… acting like he wasn't going to die when his body was just too weak and was working against him, which lead to tears caused by frustration and more meltdown than he can count.

"Little Omega…" Peggy whispered softly putting her hand on what felt like Steve's foot, her words bringing nothing but frustration and once more tears clouded Steve's eyes at how stubborn those meatheads were; like Ma'am! Steve had spent the last God knows how long trying to convince you that he was a human! Even accepted being murdered if it meant everyone would see him as a human and would let him go!

"WAHHHHH!" A wail couldn't help escaping Steve's lips, causing the woman to jump as Steve once more started sobbing, this time louder and louder, and no doubt attracting the attention of everyone in the tower if the voices he kept hearing outside the room were anything to go by; especially that snappish voice that demanded to know what happened in the room or if someone was being tortured or killed. "I… I… I just want to go home!" Steve wailed, tears running down his blotchy face that was all red and purple from crying (Curse his Irish complex for never giving him any dignity!) tears and snot made a mess of his face the longer he ugly cried like he never did before.

"This is home!" Bucky tried to soothe, his words doing nothing but gaining a loud wheeze as Steve started coughing before ugly crying even louder than before causing the man to jump and throw the door room open and demand that 'Bruce' be brought immediately because there was a distress Omega who was stress enough to lose his baby! Not that Steve cared about what the man said and how everyone in this God-forsaken tower was now watching him like free entertainment.

"I want my parents!" Steve shrieked, letting out an 'Eeeeehhhh!' before continuing to ugly sob and wrap himself tightly in his self-made burrito blanket that once upon a time would have convinced his young mind that no monster would dare to come at him when he was tucked tightly... what a lie! "I did not escape my crazy ex just to be trapped here and killed! I want Ma! I want Ma!" Steve heaved before starting to ugly sob his words sending everyone into a frenzy as they tried to calm him down but failed, only succeeded in making Steve even more worked up that he nearly throw up.

"Calm down! Please calm down! Think of the baby!" Peggy pleaded, her words bringing another wail from the burrito-Steve as he cried harder and harder under his mountain of blankets, as Steve wept until he was nearly exhausted and dehydrated from how many tears he shed.

"There is no baby!" Steve shrieked, hoping to get it in that woman's thick head that she was mistaken and that he was not pregnant or even close to being pregnant. "There is none! None! None!" Another sob, another cough, and Steve can feel the distress of everyone around and behind him like a physical touch, causing Steve even more stress as he sobbed louder and louder. "I just want to go home!" Steve sobbed, hugging the pillow tightly to his chest, almost fusing with the fluffy thing as he shuffled and thrust his face into the pillow before letting out an earth-shaking scream, causing several creatures behind him to wince in pain.

"What the fuck is going on here?!" Steve heard an annoyed voice ask but Steve didn't care as he continued to scream and cry and wail, hoping to annoy everyone here so they would dispose of him outside of this tower's walls where he can make his trick toward the main road and run to his parent's house and never leave ever again! Screw the world and screw being an adult! Steve would live the rest of his life as a hermit in his parents' home and never step out to see the light of day ever again! "What the hell is wrong with you?!" Someone snapped before coming and trying to pull the blanket away from Steve, not that they budged that much with how tightly Steve was clutching them.

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me?!" Steve's shrieked, his nerves all frazzled and that question made his blood boil; the way the asshole spit that question in such a degrading way that he no doubt thought that Steve was a spoiled princess who was wailing and weeping and throwing tantrums because someone forgot to put her fluffy favorite slipper near her bed before she woke up. "I had spent months! Months! Living in terror fearing that any moment now my ex -a crazy good-for-nothing madman!- would either take me hostage for refusing to return to his abusive ass or find myself dead in a ditch! Months living in fear that any day would be my last day and that he would corner me to kill me in a dark alleyway! Months and weeks of living in fear with every threatening massage and letter being dropped off at my home! I spent days on the run after he broke into my home and destroyed everything! Knowing that no one would believe me because it is my word against him! Days hoping to reach my parent's house so I can finally be freed from this nightmare once and for all, only to be trapped once again, but this time by you!" Steve snapped, tears leaving his eyes as he whimpered while clutching his pillow tightly. "I did nothing wrong but try to survive! It does not give you the right to trap me here in your delusions and refuse me my freedom and seeing my parents!" Silence… that's what greeted Steve… other than his sniffles and hitched breaths as he tried to calm down from his ranting, hoping against hope that he would calm himself down before he summoned an asthma attack… something that didn't happen to him for years now.

Steve felt the grip on his blanket loosen, causing Steve to sniffle and cuddle his pillow even more as he snuggle into his nest of blankets, taking comfort in the soft fabric; trying to ignore everything that was going around him and the mumbles and whispers that broke out not a few seconds later after his admission…

"… He is being hunted!"

"Poor Omega…"

"His parents? Another werewolf pack?"

"What a foul creature!"

"Yeah! Who would abuse their own mates?"

"And an Omega no less…"

"… Such a shame!

"… He still smells like he is carrying?"

"… He must have lost his child recently then…"

Whispers continued to get louder and louder, causing Steve to hiss under his breath and try to hide himself under his blankets; ignoring the buzzing sounds that doesn't make sense behind him as he shut his eyes tightly, hoping to force himself to sleep. "Where did you find him?" The annoying voice spoke once more, this time with a gentleness that even Steve couldn't believe the person possessed.

"Outside of the tower's ground… driving one of the humans' vehicles…" Peggy whispered to the man, her words brought nothing but a sigh from the man who let go of the blanket completely. "He was freaking out even before he was brought here… I think... we made a mistake bringing him without his permission…" That was the mumble Steve heard from the woman, and Steve had half a mind to snap at her 'You think?' but he held himself.

"It is too late to feel sorry, especially when a strong storm is already coming toward this forest… he had to wait a few days if not a week before it would be safe enough to travel…" The person said, his voice causing Steve to blink, letting out a hum before he finally surrendered to tiredness and fell asleep, ignoring the rest of the conversation that was taking place…

Steven couldn't help cursing his rotten luck as sleep claimed him…

So what do you think?

Finally an update, I have made it!

Poor Steve!

So many misunderstandings and trials on the way!

He really doesn't know the direction everyone took his words as…

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