"I can explain!" Tony said defensively, pressing his back against the wall the farthest away from Bucky.

     "I can't believe I trusted you!" Bucky yelled. He collected a mountain of pillows from the sofa then angrily threw them at him one by one. 

     "Get him Bucky!" Nat and Clint cheered.

     "Shut up! Don't encourage him," Tony threw his hands up in exasperation, leaving his face defenseless against Bucky's assault. "Ow! Stop that!"

     The mountain of pillows quickly dissipated. Bucky jumped over the table and landed on Tony who was trying to make a hasty escape.  "No! No! Don't you dare!" Tony yelped completely pinned under Bucky's weight. Bucky paid him no mind, he twisted his fingers into Tony's hair and ruffled it up, leaving it a disheveled mess. Tony gasped and run to the closest mirror.

     "You savage!" he yelled at Bucky dramatically. "I'm on house arrest! How am I supposed to get this fixed?"

     "You can learn how to brush your own hair," Nat suggested.

     "Natalia Romanov, as helpful as ever," Tony snapped. She shrugged and downed a shot of aged whisky with a smile.

     "This is some good stuff," Clint said. His face twisted into grimace when he downed another shot. "So, this is how Loki deals with you." 

     Tony's eyes narrowed into a heated glare. He was by no means a difficult person to be around!

     "I'm sorry! He isn't supposed to be back until next month." Tony slipped his shoe off his foot and chucked it at Clint who, unfortunately, dodged it. "Plus, I knew if you got caught all he would give you was a lecture," he then glanced at Bucky, "Or a hickey. You're totally his type."

     Bucky rolled his eyes. "But you seriously did save me!" Tony exclaimed. He grinned happily and exhibited his new inventions. He explained how the arc reactor helped to power the inventions and their short comings. He was so into it, none of them had the heart to remind him that they had no idea what he was saying.

     "Now that we're at peace, let's watch a movie!" Tony clapped his hands. He ushered them to his 110 inch flat screen TV. His dorm was the biggest in the omega dorms. He had rented out three of the expensive spacious dorms of the omega residents then tore down the walls which separated them (without the school's knowledge). It still amazed Bucky that he never got caught. 

     Bucky reluctantly told his friends about how he professed his love for Steve and immediately regretted it when they laughed in his face. Tony had the audacity to join! They continued to laugh and taunt him for almost an hour. 

     The door bell sounded through the space. "Steven Rogers" an automated voice followed.

    "Let him in," Tony said. It took Bucky a few moments to realize that Steven Rogers was Steve. By the time his brain had made the connection, it was too late to dive behind the sofa and hide.

     "Steven? Really?" were his first words when he stepped in, followed by "Extravagant as ever." The alpha  looked around, "How did you get away with- never mind." 

     He seemed to realize that Tony had guests then, "Hello." His eyes landed on Bucky and he smiled playfully. Clint and Nat waved back at him pleasantly but Bucky refused to acknowledge him.

     Steve's eyes zeroed on the miniature arc reactor on Tony's work station and he sighed. "If you wanted it back, you could have asked."

     "You were far. You were supposed to come back next month, and I needed it," Tony said dismissively. "That's what you get for not keeping in touch with me."

     "What happened to your hair?"

     "Bucky's revenge."

     "Nice," the amusement in his expression grew, "So Bucky-"

     "One more word and I'll impale you on that desk," Bucky threatened. Steve's eyes widened, and he raised his hands, but that annoyingly beautiful smile still adorned his lips.

     Tony laughed heartily, "Be careful Steve, he bites."

     "Well, I'll keep my distance." He engaged in a brief staring contest with Bucky. 

     Steve wondered why the omega was being so hostile towards him. Was he really that embarrassed over the love confession? He didn't voice his thoughts though. He had no doubts Bucky would try impaling him on something if he brought up the incident. "I'll leave now, enjoy your night," with that he stepped out the front door.

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     Steve walked into the Training facility later that he would have liked.  Just come to the event, Sam had said. It would be fun, he had assured. It was for a good cause he had added.

     Instead, the two ended up getting bored out of their mind. The guest speaker, the organizers had described as a celebrity, had turned out to be an older man who taught them about etiquette. He run into their friends Thor and T'Challa who had been forced to the event and they all ended up downing shots to make the night bearable.

     The only good thing that came out of paying $1000 per plate was that a charity had just made itself over seventy thousand dollars.

     Sam tumbled into the changing room a few minutes after Steve, looking as hung over as he felt. Steve had just finished changing when his friend laid on the benches. "I think throwing myself in front of a car would feel better than this."

     "I told you to stop drinking," Steve said. "You coming?"

     "Yeah, I'll be right out," Sam nodded, his face twisted into a painful expression. "If I'm not there in 30 minutes call an ambulance." Steve chuckled but walked out. A fellow Alpha called George he had recently gotten friendly with waved him over. 

     During his time in the military, Steve had picked up the habit of working out daily. He did several exercises before a thin layer of sweat coated his body. He sat next to George. The alpha intently watched Sam who was surrounded by girls, like he was trying to crack his secret. 

      Steve paid either of them no mind, his eyes scanned the room in search of  Bucky and his friends. They were sitting a few feet away from him. Bucky's hair was bunched up in a bun and a playful smile decorated his lips.

      He held a big knife in his hands, twirling it around his fingers and throwing it around in a way that made Steve anxious. If he missed, he would stab himself.  Clint had a tiny bin of arrows, he examined each of them individually and tested them on his bow. Nat's face was buried in a text book but her lips moved as she spoke.

     "Who's he?" Steve whispered to George, subtly pointing at Bucky.

     "Oh those three?" The alpha scoffed loudly and leaned against the wall. "That in the middle is James Barnes. The three are so called prodigies but they're nothing special. I wouldn't recommend bothering with James. He's the worst kind of omega, he's not cute, not submissive and he's very loud. They act like they own the place but they're only omegas. Fucking useless."

     Steve frowned at George. He knew that there were alphas who held prejudices against omegas, but he had never pegged George as one of them. Before he could speak, something whizzed past his face. He stepped back. A line of arrows surrounded the contours of Georges body, deeply embedded into the wall behind him. George squealed in fear. Steve looked around to see Clint holding his bow in his hands.

     Nat came walking towards them, "I'm terribly sorry!" she said, "You know us omegas, useless." She pulled the arrows out of the wall one by one. "It's a good thing he didn't hit anything vital." She pulled out the last two arrows which pierced the wall not even an inch away from his throat.

     George cursed in anger, he stood and started moving forward. Nat heard his movement and turned to face him, Clint hurried to her side but that didn't deter him. Then, Bucky silently stood up. He fearlessly locked eyes with the alpha, his knife swinging in between his fingers. His expression radiated pure aggression and malice.

     George faltered.

     He glanced at the two then Bucky. To Steve's surprise, George fell back and furiously stomped away. Bucky silently sat back down. 

     Steve observed the omega. George excelled at combat, for him to be intimidated by Bucky the omega must have really been something. Or did he not like the odds of three against one? Bucky looked up and met his eyes. He scowled but Steve returned the look with a smile.

     Bucky had piqued his interest. 

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