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November, 2o18 (Present day)
Tony
Panting, he reached for the gauntlet on his right. Almost, almost…
He released his breath in relief as his hand closed around the Iron Man gauntlet. He pulled it towards him and slipped it on, the gauntlet automatically refitting itself around his hand, and fired a repulsor beam at his attacker. He heard a satisfying crack as the man hit the wall on his far left. The Omega struggled on his feet and barely managed to contain the groan of pain. Laying a hand on his bulging abdomen. Fuck. Not even a minute old and this pup already had the worst fucking timing on the planet.
“You really wanna do this now?” He hissed at his stomach, falling to his knees as a powerful contraction ripped through him.
“Okay, okay! I get it, you want out.” He moaned softly, he could do this. He could do this. Tony slowly rose to his feet again and waddled to his next cover. If only he could reach the vault on the third floor. He could lock himself in, deliver this impatient little brat and stay out of the line of fire. The pup was just like its father…
He peeked around the corner and quickly ducked back into cover. Those damn bastards had barricaded the elevator. A feeling of water rushing down his legs had him looking down at the pool between his legs. Shit.
He wasn’t going to make it…
*
Six months prior
Tony
“Guess I’m with you two till the end of the line.”
Somehow those very words had brought him here. He still couldn’t believe it himself if he were perfectly honest. He took a deep breath and stared at himself in the mirror. Was it just him or was he packing on some pounds? Hmm, well it was probably nothing. He was forty eight for Christ sake! Nah, his chances of getting pregnant were incredibly slim. No way in hell that he was that unlucky, he was on birth control and using condoms religiously.
“Da-ad! I can’t find the remote. Where’d you leave it?” Harvey’s voice cut through his thoughts and he fixed his shirt before heading out into the living room.
“It’s right there on the coffee table, Harv.” Steve said as he looked up from one of his artsy magazines. The Alpha was lying on the couch, Oliver sprawled on top him. The fifteen year old had just gone through his first heat and he was still extremely cuddly. Something Steve was glad to provide for his pup.
“You’d think he’d know that by now.” James sauntered in from the kitchen, carrying a heat pack that was wrapped in a towel. The Alpha handed said pack to the teenage Omega and chuckled when the pup curled around it. It was a nice change to see them like this.
He stood in the bedroom doorway and watched as Thea came in with Dugan. The Golden Retriever shook the rain from his coat and practically ran into the kitchen to empty out his food bowl. Predictable as always.
“Hey dad. Hi daddy.” Thea pressed a quick kiss to Steve’s cheek and repeated the process with James before reaching for something in the messenger bag she carried with her.
“Hey Ollie… Look what I got you…”
Oliver tried to paw her out of his way, probably because his sister was blocking his view of the television. “Thea, I can’t see.”
“Oh, so you don’t want the chocolates?” Thea held up the box she had bought for her twin and waved it in front of him.
The young Omega reached out for it. “Gimme.”
Thea grinned, handed the chocolates to her brother and headed over to Tony, briefly stopping to press a kiss to his cheek. “Morning papa.”
The Omega smiled at his oldest daughter and caressed her cheek before letting her pass. “Good morning, honey.”
Both Steve and James turned their heads up to smile at him, the latter of the two walked up to him and wrapped his arms around Tony’s waist, metal arm glinting as the light hit it. “Morning doll face, How’d you sleep?”
He chuckled and leaned back slightly to receive his customary kiss. “Hmm, just fine until my personal heaters went missing.”
“Sorry, sweetheart. Fatherly duty called early today and we didn’t want to wake you.”
“Hmmm, well next time do. I can’t have you two do all the work, the Omega in me will go crazy.” He pressed another kiss to James’s lips and slipped out of the assassin’s arms.
“So how’s my little Olive tree doing?” He gently pressed his hand against his sons forehead. “Still a little warm…”
“I hate this…” The young Omega complained, clearly miserable in his current predicament.
The older Omega sighed and pressed a soft kiss into Ollie’s hair. “I know buddy. It’s gonna be over soon.”
Steve ran a hand through Oliver’s hair before looking up at Tony. “I’m keeping my eyes on him.”
“You better, Capsicle.” Tony pressed a kiss to the Alpha’s lips. “Good morning, Steve.”
“Good morning to you too.” Steve chuckled, “Are Yalina and Laura up already?”
He looked over his shoulder at James who shook his head. “They should be up any minute.”
Not a minute later both girls slowly padded into the room, rubbing the sleep from their eyes. They walked straight to the TV and joined Harvey on the other couch, mumbling a barely audible “Good morning” as they walked past their parents.
Tony merely chuckled at their behavior and surveyed his little family for a moment. A warm feeling coursed through him and a soft smile worked its way on his features. His family…
A wet hairy monster walked past him, causing him to let out a rather undignified yelp. “Dammit Dugan.”
The Golden Retriever just wagged his tail and gave Tony his best goofy dog look. He wasn’t kidding anyone with his complaining. He loved that damn dog just as much as he loved his mechanical and biological kids. Even despite the wet fur and the dog drool.
James came up behind him and shooed the dog back onto the dog bed in the corner of the sitting area. The Alpha sat down in his chair and carefully pulled Tony onto his lap. “Your not foolin’ no one, Bambi.”
“Guess not.” He leaned back against the warmth that was James and closed his eyes for one moment. He never thought he would ever get this lucky, but here he was. He finally had that family he always dreamed about…
*
Two years prior to present day,
October, 2016
Tony
The plane shook with a bout of turbulence, startling him out of his sleep. He heard the faint cries of a pup and blinked a few times to get the sleep out of his eyes. Another rumble had him on his feet in a flash. “FRIDAY, status!”
“There’s moderate turbulence that’s taken hold of the plane. The pilots are more than capable to handle it. But it’s going to be a bumpy ride.”
He breathed in deeply and slowly released it. “That’s it?”
“That seems to be it, Boss.”
Tony looked around to take in the status of his pups and the two Alphas. Laura was huddled in on herself, hiding herself in her seat while tears ran down her face. Steve had sat down next to her, trying to comfort the pup as best he could.
“Shhh, it’s okay honey. It’s just turbulence, it’s nothing bad.” The Alpha carefully brushed her hair out of her face and wrapped an arm around the pup.
“Jamie, I’m scared.” That was Yalina, the little pup had crawled onto James’s lap and was holding on to him for dear life. Though by the looks of it, the Alpha had no idea on how to comfort her. He was trying though, trying very hard.
“Hey sweetie, why don’t you try to close your eyes for a bit?” He grabbed a blanket from the overhead bin and kneeled down next to James and Yalina, draping the blanket over them.
Yalina nodded, burying her face against James’s metal shoulder. “I’ll try.”
“Alright.” Tony muttered, moving on to find Harvey, Thea and Oliver curled up together. He made sure they were nicely tucked in before curling up beside them. He was exhausted, just so extremely exhausted by everything.
*
“Thea, stop kicking me.” Oliver grumbled at his twin as he attempted to turn around to get some more sleep in. It was kinda cute to see the twins curled up like this, the Omega could watch it all day long. Unfortunately they had touched down on the tarmac about ten minutes ago. They needed to get a move on.
“Wakey, wakey, kiddos. We’re back in the States.” Tony gently shook Thea’s shoulder and carefully pulled Harvey out of the puppy pile the three had going on.
“Come on buddy, go put your shoes on.” He pressed a kiss into the little Alpha’s hair and started packing the various backpacks of his children.
His brood was sluggish and clearly still tired from the flight, but they did as told. And soon enough they were all packed up and ready to go.
“Here, let me help you with that.” Steve reached out for Oliver’s pack, but the young Omega pretty much ripped it from the Alpha’s hands.
Oliver glared at his sire. “I don’t need your help…”
What the hell was going on with that kid, he certainly hadn’t raised him that way. But before he could scold the boy, Steve had already waved it away.
“Oh, right. Let me know when you do.” He sighed and turned to Tony. “Don’t worry about it.”
But he could see it in Steve’s eyes. Oliver’s behavior hurt the Alpha, so much more than he was letting on. James had come up behind Steve and laid a hand on his shoulder, kissing the other Alpha on the cheek before nuzzling it. A faint “He’ll come around.” Could be heard if he listened close enough.
He wasn’t too sure about that to be honest…
*
Steve
It was a like being stabbed in the heart. Oliver’s rejection hurt him more then he thought it would. He tried not to let it show and waved away the concerned looks of his mates. He knew he had screwed up with Tony and to some extend, Oliver as well. But he just wanted to make things right again. Was this his punishment for the mistakes he had made?
He sighed and cast his gaze down, letting his tears run over his cheeks. He was a failure of a father, Oliver was right to avoid him. He sunk down to his knees.
“Please don’t cry.” A little voice pulled him from his thoughts and he looked up to see Laura standing front of him. Watching him with those large green eyes of hers. Her blonde hair was a little disheveled and a few knots were visible, but nothing that a good brushing wouldn’t fix.
“You can carry my bag if you want to.”
He chuckled and smiled at those words, but was unable to fight down his sobs. The little girl stared at him for a few seconds before wrapping her arms around his neck in a hug.
The sobs flowed freely as stress and frustration burst out of him. He slowly wrapped his arms around the six year old pup and just held her for a minute as he cried into her shoulder. He felt her pet his hair while repeating that everything was going to be okay. He could even borrow her Captain America bear if he wanted to.
It was adorable. So much more than he deserved. Tony’s whole family was more than he deserved.
“That’s okay, sweetie. I’m gonna be fine.” He swallowed back his tears and slowly stood up, lifting Laura into his arms. “Let’s just go to your home.”
*
Bucky
Watching Steve break down after Oliver’s rejection was incredibly hard. He couldn’t help but look at Thea as his mate sobbed. Thankfully the young Alpha seemed to like him enough, he’d probably be in the same state as Steve if she didn’t.
Tony slowly approached Steve and gently squeezed his shoulder once the Alpha was back on his feet. Giving him a tiny smile before guiding Harvey and Yalina off the plane. Judging by the look in the Omega’s eyes, Oliver was going to get a stern talking to once they arrived at Tony’s house.
The second Steve and James stepped onto the stairs ten guns were raised on them. He froze, feeling the soldier rise to the surface as one thought repeated like a mantra in his head. Protect my mates and pups.
He barely registered Tony’s hands on his cheeks until the Omega forced him to look into his eyes. Gray eyes met brown ones. “James, James look at me, we’re alright. Stay calm, follow me. We’re going to be fine.”
The soldier nodded but didn’t take his eyes off the men that threatened his family. One wrong move and he’d kill every single one of these threats.
*
Tony
Thanks to Everett Ross’s man the car ride home had been incredibly tense and he was more than grateful when they finally arrived at the Avengers tower. He helped the youngest of his children to settle in first before heading over to Oliver and Thea’s room.
“Thea, could you please go keep an eye on the two Alphas in our living room, please?”
One look at his daughter told her enough and she took her leave without protest. He turned his attention to his oldest pup. He raised an eyebrow at the way Oliver was sitting at his desk, with his feet propped up on the desk itself. “Mind if I sit down?”
The pup sat up and took his feet of the desk. “Be my guest.”
Tony sighed and sat down in an office chair opposite his son. “What’s going on, Ollie?”
“Nothing…” Oliver averted his eyes.
“Don’t lie to me, something’s going on. And you know I’ll find out regardless.”
The younger Omega seemed to consider it for a moment. “I know what they did to you.”
Shit. He never meant for him to find out. That was something between him and the Alphas he was currently keeping an eye on. He closed his eyes for a brief moment and sighed deeply. “What you need to understand…”
“No!” Oliver stood up and glared at him, “I don’t need to understand anything. They beat the crap out of you and left you to die. And you don’t give a damn! You just spread your legs and take it and pretend everything’s fine!”
He must have heard that wrong. Surely Oliver hadn’t just implied… Jesus was that really what his own pup thought of him? The Omega just couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
That was enough. As much as he loved his son, Oliver had crossed a line and he’d let him know. “That’s enough!” Tony snapped, getting up from his chair. “You, young man, are gonna stay in your room and think about what you just said. I will not tolerate such disrespect under my roof.”
The teenager glared and crossed his arms, averting his gaze to glare at the floor. “Fine.”
“Fine.” Tony snapped back, taking a moment to close his eyes and count to ten. “Don’t come out until you’re ready to apologize.”
He didn’t wait for an answer and left the room. The Omega couldn’t deal with this bullshit right now.