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“Steve.”
“Sir.” Steve crossed his arms, keeping his stance neutral as he faced his employer, an Alpha named Tony Stark. He took a step forward, still waiting outside the reinforced glass doors of Tony’s lab. “Permission to Enter?”
“Denied.” Tony turned to look at Steve, waving a hand covered in Stark technology and watching with a smirk as the door opened. “I'm kidding. Come on in.”
Steve uncrossed his arms and relaxed the tense set of his shoulders once he saw that his boss and Alpha was in a joking mood, and not in another one of his inventing trances.
“Relax, sweetheart.” Tony turned around, handing Steve a folder. “I've got a no-stress assignment for you. Something about an omega; Samuel Thomas Wilson. An 18 year old kid located in Harlem. You're one of the few betas I have on my team, and I can't send another Alpha, god forbid.” Tony laughed at the thought. “I contacted the kid's mother already and she's one Alpha you do not want to fuck with. This will need the expertise of someone with a lighter touch.”
Steve raised an eyebrow, “The kid is that important, Tony?”
The Alpha shook his head. “More, actually.” He tapped the file in Steve’s hands. “I somehow doubt you'll read this, so how about I just explain? Project: Redwing, Steve.”
Steve nodded, familiar with the name. “That big project that nearly gave Stark Technologies a run for its money last year.”
“Yes. A project that he happens to be the mastermind behind. This kid, Sam, ran the whole project with this Alpha named Riley as the figurehead until he kicked the bucket. Then the whole thing was nixed. But I want to get to this kid before Pym Tech manages to get their heads out of Scott’s ass long enough to see the gold mine here.” Tony threw up his hands. “It's a perfect scenario, Steve! An omega isn't allowed to hold a position of power. So how about I, the infamously selfless Anthony Stark, take care of that little problem. I'm an Alpha, and he's a genius. We can make beautiful things happen.”
“Tony, you're rambling.” Steve pointed out, pressing his lips against the man's forehead.
“You're right. Thanks.” Tony smiled gratefully. “Back to what I was saying. Go get the kid.” Tony punctuated the order with a quick kiss. “Dismissed.”
“Affirmative.” Steve took the folder and then walked out of the room.
“Sammy! Come downstairs, sweetie!” Sam's mother, Darlene, yelled. She was sitting on the couch, eying Steve with a look that could only be described as chilling.
“You have a lovely home.” Steve said hesitantly, glad that Tony had chosen not to send an Alpha. Any of their Alpha employees would have had an even icier welcome, and Steve felt as if he was going to wilt under this Alpha woman’s heavy gaze. He pointedly looked away, unable to hold her gaze for long. He instead focused his eyes on the mahogany table placed in front of the couch.
“What are your employer’s intentions with my son?” Darlene asked, ignoring Steve’s compliment entirely. “He is an unbonded omega, has never experienced a heat, and he is smarter than most alphas. I understand that those are dangerous qualities. If you plan on eliminating my son or, even worse, turning him into breeding stock for the Alphas you have on staff-”
“No! Ma’am, you've got it all wrong. We don't have any ill intentions towards your son. T-uh, Mr. Stark only wants to see your son's genius put to use. He wants to take him as his business partner, of sorts. I am his bonded. He would never do such a thing.” Steve assured Darlene, crossing one leg over the other.
“I'd like to see the contract.” Darlene held out her hand and Steve placed the document in her hand. She looked it over as light footsteps were heard coming down the staircase and an omega with closely cropped dark hair entered the room.
“Mama? You have a visitor?” He said quietly, his head down and hands clasped in front of him.
The picture of submissive. Steve noted. He doesn't look like much, but I guess that's in his nature.
“It's for you, sweetie.” Darlene smiled warmly, urging Sam to come forward.
“I read this over for you. Tony Stark knows about Project: Redwing.”
Sam stiffened.
“It's okay, Sweetie. Bring out your prototype.”
Sam stared at Steve for several seconds before nodding and bringing up a projection screen from thin air, seemingly. He moved his finger around on the screen, a small, winged robot flying into the room. “Hey buddy.” Sam smiled at Redwing, directing him over to Steve. “You can pet him.”
Steve raised his hand, his fingers sliding over the smooth material.
“It's surprisingly soft and lightweight.” Steve complimented.
“The metal is composed of magnesium infused with a dense and even dispersal of ceramic silicon carbide nanoparticles.” Sam mumbled, his head down. His explanation went over Steve’s head completely. “The tech is mostly densely packed nanocrystals. I've been experimenting with nanotechnology lately to-you don't understand anything I'm saying, do you?”
Steve smirked. “Not a thing.” He responded in kind.
“I want you to go with the nice man, sweetie.” Darlene stood, taking a pen from her pocket and signing the document, then holding both out to Sam.
Sam signed the document without question and then gave his mother the pen. “Here you go.” He gave the contract to Steve. “I don't have any clothes packed yet. I need a minute before I can go with you.”
Steve nodded. “That's understable. You've got time.” He smiled as he watched Sam walk back up the stairs.
Sam kept his head down as he clutched his backpack close to his chest, filled to the brim with a material he had refined and created on his own. On his left, Steve had his suitcase casually thrown over his shoulder. “So, did you go to an omega school?” Steve asked conversationally as the two of them neared the entrance of Stark Tower.
Sam looked back at him and stayed silent, meeting Steve’s gaze and shaking his head before immediately looking back at the ground. "Homeschooled."
“...Okay.” Steve cleared his throat. “Have you ever seen an Alpha you're not related to before?” Steve waited for Sam's slow nod before he wracked his brain for another topic, stopping in front of the elevator and pressing the button to go up.
He didn't really know much about kids these days. He was 24, and a beta. He and Sam were worlds apart from one another.
“So, tell me about your family.” Steve prompted. He stepped inside the elevator once it opened, Sam just a step behind him. The kid was getting his own floor, just one level above his and Tony’s.
“Just me and Mama.” Steve raised an eyebrow at that. He actually managed to get an entire sentence out of him!
“Are there a lot of Alphas here? Mama told me that the only Alphas I should trust are her and Riley.”
“Tony can only legally employ Alphas and Betas, so there are a lot of Alphas.” Steve explained. “But they're nice. My friend is one of Tony's business partners and an Alpha. You'll like him.” Steve mused, leaning back against the wall as the elevator doors opened, signalling that someone was joining them.
“I can only like him a little, though.” Sam mumbled under his breath as Bucky stepped inside the elevator, nudging Steve playfully. "Hey, Punk."
“Hm?” Steve looked down at Sam after rolling his eyes at his best friend.
Sam shook his head, taking a casual step away from Steve.
“Hi there.” Bucky held out a hand, palm up, towards Sam and gave him a charming sideways grin. “I'm Bucky. What's your name, Doll?”
Sam looked down at his feet and blushed. “Samuel Thomas Wilson, Mr. Alpha Sir.” He said, making sure he wasn't looking Bucky in the eye.
“Well, aren't you precious, Baby Doll.” Bucky placed a hand on Sam's cheek, and Steve was surprised when Sam leaned into the touch, before remembering himself and stepping away, holding his backpack in front of his face.
Steve cursed his luck. Only he would end up in a cramped space with two destined ones during their very first encounter.
Steve could smell Bucky’s interest in the boy, and what was worse was that Sam was reciprocating. There was a slight indication of an approaching heat and Steve wrinkled his nose. He needed an out, fast.
“Hey, Buck, mind showing Sam to his room? I need to-” Get the hell out of here before I witness Sam get fucked inside this elevator. His all too helpful mind supplied. “Go. To this thing.” Steve said, pressing a button on the elevator so he could exit on the next floor.
Bucky nodded, taking Sam's suitcase from Steve, letting the poor beta escape.
As soon as the doors closed, Sam was desperately holding his breath, his eyes shut tight as Bucky moved closer to him, so he could feel his bicep against his shoulder.
The more primitive part of his brain is screaming Alpha! desperately and Sam feels like he's going to break. Bucky’s scent isn't like anything he's ever experienced. It's a heady scent, permeating the air and making Sam weak in the knees.
“Hey, Doll?”
“Yes Alpha?” Sam answers before he can stop himself and Bucky raises his eyebrow in interest.
“How old are you?”
“18.” Sam supplied.
Bucky nodded, licking his lips. “Thank God.” He breathed before his lips were on Sam's.
He wrapped both of the omegas legs around his waist, smelling the slick that was slowly beginning to leak out of his hole.
“Feels weird.” Sam breathed against Bucky’s lips.
“It's okay Baby Doll. I'm gonna make you feel so good.” Bucky whispered. His caught Sam's lips in a bruising kiss once again. He heard the soft ding of the elevator and pulled away, grabbing Sam's backpack and suitcase before leaving the elevator. He moved Sam so he was over his shoulder and used the key Steve gave him to open the door to Sam's bedroom.
“Alpha, it's hot.” Sam whimpered, clutching onto the back of Bucky’s shirt. His entire body felt too hot and empty, like there was something he was missing.
“Ssh. I'm going to take such good care of you, Baby Doll. Gonna fill you up with my knot.” Bucky promised, gently laying Sam down on his rounded bed. He tugged down Sam's pants, his hands gripping Sam's shapely thighs. He bit the inside of Sam's thigh gently, running his tongue over the bite. Bucky pushed himself up and looked down at Sam. “Turn over for me, Doll. I want to taste you.”
Sam nodded and bit his lip, moving onto his front.
Bucky pulled Sam's boxers down slowly, pushing his legs shoulder width apart and watching slick leak out of Sam, sliding down both his wet thighs. He growled and moved closer to Sam, licking up his thighs before mouthing over his hole. He swallowed greedily, licking and sucking into him.
“Alpha!” Sam cried out, both hands gripping onto the bed frame. He pushed his hips back, forcing Bucky’s tongue deeper inside him. “Keep going Alpha, you're so good.” Sam let out a high pitched moan as he came. Bucky pulled back slightly, pressing kisses and delivering kitten licks to Sam's hole as he clenched around nothing.
Bucky smirked, his face coated in Sam's slick. “Ready for me, Baby Doll?” He asked, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling out his stiff cock, not bothering to undress any more than that. He retrieved a condom from his pocket and slid it on, waiting.
Sam doesn't say anything, just pushed his hips back in response. Bucky guided himself to Sam's hole, pushing in slowly and suddenly Sam had forgotten how to breathe.
Sam's eyes closed in pleasure. He has never felt so full. Sam doesn't want anything else besides this feeling.
Taking his Alpha’s cock, having his knot fill him up and making him heavy with pups, that is what he was made for.
Sam let out his first breath when Bucky begins to thrust, his cock sliding out with a slow drag before pushing back in, Bucky’s head pressed against his prostate. He continued moving at that same angle, setting a pace that had the entire bed rocking from the force of his thrusts, Sam's small body barely managing to hold on.
“Alpha, Alpha, Alpha!” Sam screamed, his head thrown back in pleasure.
Bucky let out a low, guttural noise. “Sam, I'm-” He didn't get to finish as his knot swelled to its full size inside of Sam, causing the omega to whimper breathlessly and fist his hands in the sheets.
Sam closed his eyes, reveling in the intense feeling of relief washing over him as he came, clenching around Bucky’s knot. His entire body went lax and a trail of drool ran down the side of his mouth. He felt a stinging sensation on the back of his neck and smiled, feeling the beginnings of a bond mark beginning to form. He whined as Bucky’s knot began to recede and allowed himself to melt into the mattress, feeling spent. “Alpha...” Sam whined, reaching for Bucky as he pulled out of him.
Bucky nodded, stripping down and laying down next to Sam, pulling him to his chest. “It's okay, Baby Doll.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to Sam's forehead. "I got you."