Chapter 2

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As we tripped down the hall to find Director Fury, we ran into Bucky. Well, I ran into Bucky. I was leading the group and he came out of nowhere. I teetered a bit a he quickly reached up and steadied me. I let out a small noise of shock when he touched my arms, because his right hand was warm and fleshy and his left hand was cold and stiff and . . . I looked down. And metal.

As soon as he noticed me looking he blushed and put his hands down. "Sorry."

"It's okay." I said and watched the others leave. Nat gave me a meaningful wink and Tony clapped me on the back.

"Hey, Sergeant?"

"Call me Bucky, please, Steve."

"Okay, Bucky. I was . . . kinda wondering . . . if you wanted to get some coffee sometime?" I pushed out.

Immediately I recognize the sympathetic look in his eyes.

"I'm so sorry, Steve, but . . . I don't date alphas. I am really sorry, though."

He doesn't date alphas.

He thinks I'm an alpha.

I caught myself about to tell him I'm not. I couldn't tell him. As much as I wanted to, it was classified. It would've been treason. I would've gotten arrested.

"It's okay," I mumble under my breath, pushing past him and catching up with the group.

"What'd he say?!" Nat asked excitedly.

"He said no."

"What?!" Was the cry of the group.

"He doesn't date alphas."

"You're not an alpha."

"That's classified."

Nat looked at me with more determination in her eyes than I'd ever seen.

"Not after today."

We stormed Nick's office. We took up the entire visitor half of the small space.

"What is this about?"

Peter, having the best puppy dog eyes, was our elected speaker.

"We wanna do a press conference!" He announced excitedly.

"About?" Nick drawled out.

"We wanna go in normal clothes and then everyone would say, like me for example, I would say, 'my name is Peter Parker, I'm Spider-Man, and I am an omega.' We wanna reveal our super-identities and our real designations. It's omega pride week! There's no better time!"

Nick sighed. "We can't do that. Forced heats are a real danger."

"We can fight in heats. Some of us have a mate, and those who do have experienced heats enough to know how to function through them." Peter gave Nick his best puppy dog eyes.

Nick sighed, resigned. Peter's puppy dog eyes were the winner of the team. "Fine. Clear your schedules. Tomorrow at nine thirty AM. Be there. Press conference section of the compound."

We all nodded, smiling, and cheered as soon as we got into the hall. Cheered loudly. Then something terrible happened.

Something terrible named Rumlow. (He's not a bad guy now just a douchebag.)

I ran into him. I really need to start watching where I walk. He steadied me a bit more intimately than Bucky had, placing his hands low on my hips.

"Woah, you okay there, kitten?"

Then the stench hit me. Rumlow was in a rut.

So, I acted on instinct. I growled, shoving his hands off me. But he kept trying. He placed a hand on my arm and said, "don't be like that, kitten."

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