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Bob remembered the first time he had seen his Angel:
Robert wasn't supposed to be here. He knew if his father caught him he would be beaten again. Even though his mother hated him, it was important that he check up on her. The brain damage she had suffered had been permanent and her forgetfulness only made his father more angry. Bob couldn't protect her. He was weak. Useless. Pathetic.
He nearly knocked over the garbage cans as he came around the back of the house. Through the faded blue curtains of the kitchen window, he could see his mom putting the dishes away. She mumbled to herself as she worked, brows furrowed in concentration. There was a knock at the door and his mother dropped a plate. The sound of the porcelain shattering made the 22 year old flinch.
"You stupid bitch! Can't even do one god damned thing right!" His father's voice wrang in his ears, violent and angry as the man came storming downstairs. "Fucking Christ! Look at the mess you made!"
Bob hears the first hit and moves to go into the house. At least he could take the beating for her. That was all he was good for anyways. Being a punching bag. The meth would help dull the pain of the blows. He freezes when the front door breaks off it's hinges with a small explosion. Bob quickly goes back to the window.
"What the?!?" His father growls walking towards the smoking door. A hand comes out of the smoke and punches him in the throat.
"Oh shut up." The voice was feminine but deep with a soothing but cold edge to it. His father grasped his own throat and tried to suck in air. The person who stepped over the door made his heart race.
They wore rainbow tie-dye sweat pants and a cropped shirt that said I'm nicer than my expression implies. Their black combat boots had rainbow laces and the candy bracelets they wore said I Bite and Daddy's little Terrorist. They were fat with thick thighs and a big ass but no chest to speak of. Not that he was looking!!! What kind of person would look at someone's ass as they dragged their father across the living room floor and into the kitchen by their thinning hair?
The disgusting worthless kind.
The person dropped his father unceremoniously. His mother was babbling incoherently, crouched in the corner and holding her bruised cheek. The look on the person's face as they looked at his mother was one of pure disgust. Bob had never seen someone who wore their emotions so clearly on their face before. Why were they here though? Was this a drug dealer who he had shorted? No he had been paying them off with his chicken job.
"I'm sure you're wondering why I'm here, right?" The person crouched down and grabbed his father by the hair again before punching him hard. "It's because of Bob."
Finally getting his voice back, his father growled. "What did that retard do now!?!"
"First of all," Bob was frozen in place as this person stood and kicked his father in the jaw. Their expression was somewhere between disgust and boredom. "It's 2015. We don't use that kind of language." They kicked him against sending teeth scattering across the linoleum flooring. "Second, I'm a firm believer that all abusers should die."
This person... This person came to save him?
"He is worthless-"
"No, YOU'RE WORTHLESS!!!" The person screams, kicking him again, clenching their fists. "What kind of pathetic, insignificant, loser beats a child?" Bob is shaking as he watches tears run down this person's cheeks. "He is a good boy despite everything you did to fuck him up." The hero nods as if reassuring themself, wiping at their tears and sniffling. "You won't get the chance to fail him again." Bob covers his mouth and watches as the hero, no, the Angel beats his father to death. His mother is huddled wailing in the corner.
"And you..." The Angel looks at his mother with a coldness in their eyes. "You told him he always made it worse. You stayed with that fuckwad and let him hit your son. The only person who made it worse was you."
"You don't understand! I- I couldn't leave! He would kill me!"
"I would rather die a thousand deaths than ever let a man hurt a child." Their voice was cold. "I think I dispise you more than I even hate him." They nudge the corpse with their boot.
"Wh-why?!?" His mothers voice shook with fear.
"Because I know what it is to be with someone like him. I know what it is to fear he's behind every door and corner. I know what it is to doubt your own mind and body." The Angel knelt down. "But not for one moment did I tolerate him hurting anyone but me. If I had needed to I would have taken that bastard to the grave."
The Angel had been abused? But... But it was so strong! It killed his dad!
The addicts eyes widened as the Angel reached out with blood stained fingers and marked his mother's forehead. Awestruck, Bob sucked in a breath as the Angel began to glow, their veins going gold under the visible skin. “I am not without mercy. Rest now.” His mom slumped over unconscious but now with a soft expression on her bruised face.
The Angel stood up and looked around, giving Bob a good look at their face. Their hair was pulled back into afro puffs with crimson red curly bangs framing their face. Their eyes were the color of summer sun through the leaves, hazel green. Flecks of blood smeared across their nose, looking like freedom as their expression softened into something sorrowful.
One minute they were there and the next they were gone, leaving Bob to wonder if he had just imagined the whole thing.
~-~-~-
In the present day, as he throws up whatever was left in his stomach from before going to sleep in that god forsaken Lab, Bob hears the Angel's voice again. The voice that had kept him going all these years.
Angel? The one you dream about? The Void stirred, scenting something familiar and ancient on the air.
"I told you not to work with Valentina! I told you one fucking thing you weren't supposed to do!"
"Well it seemed like a good opportunity at the time." A feminine Russian accent greets his ears.
"Wait..." Th Angel pauses shushing the Russian.
"What the fuck do you want Pillsbury doughboy?" An American man snarks.
"Shut the fuck up Walker. This is exactly why your Olivia left your sorry ass." The Angel growls. "I thought I heard something."
Bob stumbles out from behind some crates.
"Now who the fuck is this guy?!?" A blonde man with a beard and a shield that vaguely reminds him of Captain America raises a gun in his direction. A blonde woman and a person in a mask also aim their guns at him. He can't take his eyes off the person closest to him. It was them. The Angel from all those years ago.
Rend the flesh from the American's bones. Show him why he is so utterly unlovable and make him suffer in a tomb of his own design.
"Bob!" He and the Angel say at the same time. The Angel moves in front of him protectively, a shield of flesh. This time the Angel is wearing black sweatpants and a cropped shirt that says my illness is chronic but my ass is iconic.
So this is your pretty little Angel is it? I suppose I can see the appeal. The Void growled in his head, claws flexing. She was clearly either brave or stupid, walking around with nothing to keep her mating gland protected. He could see it throbbing just under her skin with her heartbeat, waiting for his teeth to sink in and claim. It would be so enjoyable to watch her break. Don't you agree?
"We don't know their pronouns." He mumbled to himself, mouth filling with saliva. Why did they smell like sour pomegranates and sandalwood smoke? It made it had to focus, his fingers twitching to reach out and sooth them. Bob wasn't sure how he knew the Angel was distressed but it was as clear to him as was the annoyance in her eyes when she looked at the others.
"Typical Omen behavior." The person in the mask hits the side and it becomes clear she's a woman. "He seems a bit unstable yeah?"
Look at those breeding hips. Void loved the way Bob shivered at his words. Let's leave handprints on her waist from how hard we fuck her into the mattress.
Bob sharply inhaled and turned around trying to find an exit. He would not defile the Angel! That was sick and wrong. He- He had to get away from her before the Void managed to actually hurt them. The door slammed shut in front of him as he tried to leave. "Shit!" He stumbles back surprised.
“Well that's just fucking great!” Walker growls.
The Angel shoots the English woman a disappointed look. "That wasn't very kind Ava." They walk up to him and Bob is helpless to not be pulled into their gravity. He turns, his world screeches to a halt. "You ok Bob?" The look the Angel is giving him has his cheeks turning pink. It's the first look of genuine concern he's received since elementary school. With how close he is to his Angel the height difference is more apparent. His savior is maybe 5'8 in their combat boots? Even with him slouching, Bob was a few inches taller.
She doesn't care about you! You're unlovable, remember? She needs a real man to show her exactly where she belongs. Void pulls at its restraints. We both know you're not a real man, Bobby. Let me out so we can fuck her.
"Pronouns?!" He says a little too quickly, trying to distract himself from the vile words Void is whispering in his mind. Trying to cover the abruptness, he adds "What do you go by?... It's He/him for me..."
The Angel blinked up at him with those big shocked green eyes and opened their mouth to answer when Walker interrupted again. "What is this PC bullshit? We don't have time for what ever the fuck this is! Where did he come from?"
The Angel looks at who he now suspects is Walker with disdain on their face. His suspicion is confirmed when they snap at him. "Walker how about you make yourself useful for once and go break the electrical box over there so Ava can get out and help us leave." As the shield guy does just that, the Angel looks back at Bob and gives him the most radiant smile. "I had kind of hoped I had saved you from this fate but I learned the hard way that I can't fix everything."
For once the darkness inside him was quiet. The Void had never thought they would find an omega that would suit them both. Not that Bob would know an omega if he saw one. that fact was becoming more and more obvious as the imbecile stumbled through his interactions with her.
"I'm Omen."
"Bob."
Fucking idiot. She already knew your name! Now she knows what a moron you are.
Omen stifled a laugh. Their smile making those adorable dimples come out in full force. "Right. Yes, Bob." She was, radiant, luminous, divinity incarnate.
Mine. Mine to fuck. Mine to mark. Void was no longer only trying to rattle Bob. The omega had this dainty look despite her size and there was something delicious about people who still had hope. She's Mine to Breed.
"Pronouns!?!" Bob asked, scratching the back of his neck.
Omen blinked up at him a look of surprise on their face once more before their full lips formed a soft gentle smile that felt like a blow to the gut. "I think She/her right now? I've been thinking about-"
Captain-fuck-face slammed his shield into the electrical box just as the room began to heat up. Omen took Bob's hand and lead him over to the doors.
"Let's go!" Walker demanded. The heat began to rise in the room as the incinerator powered on.
“That is not good.” The Russian came to stand on Omen's other side.
Such soft skin she has. Think she's soft all over? Those thick thighs are probably like velvet and her cunt~ Void practically purrs at the thought sending lewd images through Bobs mind.
“She might not even have one.” Bob mumbled incoherently as his dick twitched. This was not the time! He would survive just fine but everyone else? His Angel? No. He should be focused on surviving, not her anatomy no matter how soft and small her hand was in his.
"Remind me why you couldn't have just gone out there and unlocked the door for us?" Walker adjusts the shield on his arm. The Angel looks more nauseous than annoyed with his attitude.
Tisk. Destroy the gnat that's upsetting our pretty Dove! Void pushed at the bonds again this time managing to make Bob step behind her and wrap his arm possessively around her waist. See how well our hand fits there? She was meant for me. For us. This was working remarkably well. If he kept this up, Bob would snap in no time. Then they would claim the little bird.
"Because unlike Ava, I'm not good with Tech." Omen swayed slightly as the temperature rose, leaning back into Bob's chest. “Sorry about this Bob. Usually I'm more…” the Angel covers her mouth and her eyes close.
"O, you need to teleport out." The Russian blonde urges.
The Void's tone becomes curious, worried almost. What's happening to her? Did you make her sick with your insignificance? Surely it the omega wasn't repulsed by his scent? No. It was obvious she was made for them. Besides it wouldn't matter if she was. she would be theirs.
"I'm fine." The words were slurred from behind her hand. Bob could smell her shampoo from this close. The orange blossom bringing out her natural scent of pomegranates, ripe and sweet for the taking; begging to be devoured.
"Nooo~" The Russian sing songed as she came over and studied Omen's face. "You are not fine. You look like Popsicle in summer." Bob bit back the otherworldly possessive growl that rattled in his chest.
"You bitch, affectionate." Omen smiles, putting a soothing hand over Bob's on her abdomen. She wobbles further as the door opens.
"You slut, derogatory. Come on before you turn into extra crispy bacon." The Russian tries to pull her away from Bob who yanks Omen back into his chest without thinking and picks her up. Yelena's eyes are calculating as she study's him. "... Or Bob can carry you. I'm not picky."
The Angel's eyes are closed tight as Bob quickly walked out of the room. Was she in pain? Clearly discomfort. Did he cause it?
Of course you did! Void snaps. You ruin everything! Now she's going to hate us forever. We'll never find out what she looks like when she cums on our tongue. The entity sighs. And I was so looking forward to finding out if she tastes as good as she smells. He just had to keep pushing and his control would snap.
Ava was able to close the doors before everything blew up. The Russian kept fussing with the semiconscious person in his arms though Bob's hold never faltered.
Why does she get to be so touchy? Void did not like this blonde. They seemed close. Too close. Alpha or not it didn't matter. Anyone was a threat while she was unclaimed.
"Yelena I'm fine. Just don't do well in the heat. You know it makes me flare up." Omen mumbled, those captivating eyes still closed.
"Da, it's why you live like little penguin."
"Was that a joke about my race or my height?" The Angel's eyes opened and her smile was affectionate despite the teasing. This Yelena seems fond of his Angel. No! No she wasn't his. Omen was a woman- a person. Just not his woman. The possessiveness running through his veins was a foreign feeling to the young man.
She should be ours. No one else should look at her like that! Pluck out the Russians eyes! Void snarled.
No! No. Omen shouldn't get close to him. He would only cause her more pain and suffering. When he had woken up in the lab things had felt so different. Scents were stronger and his body had been bigger, and stronger. He had killed people because he had gotten angry and Void had slipped out. He had become a monster.
"You're thinking awfully loud there Bob." His Angel's sweet voice reached out to him through the darkness, a gentle guiding light back from the Void. He tried not to flinch as she touched his cheek. "Don't listen to him." She whispers.
... Does she know about your darkness Bob? Does she know my name? The Void sounds intrigued, a thing that was never good. She was a curious little thing indeed. He could feel Bob's control weakening. Who's name do you think she'll scream when she comes apart?
"I can probably stand now." But Bob didn't want to put her down. She would leave, run to someone better, someone worthy. It was the logical thing to do. He was poison to everything he touched. As if reading his mind, Omen's hand on his cheek got a little more firm, thumb brushing across his cheek as her veins begin to glow. He turned into her palm noticing how her scent had turned concern with an underlying current of something spicy that made his cock throb. "Bob, look at me." His eyes flicked up to hers nervously. Instead of hostility or fear, he’s met with soft pools of reassurance. "There he is." She coo's, soothing warmth filling his chest and pushing back the darkness. "Deep breath." He takes a deep shaky breath.
Don't you fucking dare. What the fuck was this?! How was he being pushed back when he had nearly gotten free? Perhaps this omega was more dangerous than he had assumed.
Bob gently sets the Angel down and lets out a soft pleased sound when she doesn't move from his side. Instead she looks over at the other three in attendance. They seem to be arguing in hushed whispers about what to do next.
Walker grunts. "I say we kill him! Nothing good can have been in that room."
"He is good." Omen says firmly. Bob feels like his heart is going to explode out of his chest.
"And we are just supposed to trust you?" Ava crosses her arms.
"I helped you get what you needed for your suit didn't I?" Omen raises a brow at Ava who nods her head once as if that was all she needed to hear. Yelena also nods but Bob has the feeling the two of them were always on good terms.
"So I'm the only one who wants to-" Walker is interrupted by his Angel.
"Killing people doesn't solve everything, dine store Captain America."
Bob hears laughing and realizes it's him.
"You find that funny, Bobby?" Walker's neck cracks as he steps forward in an attempt to intimidate him.
"Don't call him that!" He looks down at Omen who's fists are clenched, an almost cute growl coming from her chest.
Do you think she knows your father called you that? Weak, pathetic little Bobby. You think she actually likes that loser?
Ice cold power filled his chest as the Void's leash slipped just a little bit. Bobby realizes he's still smiling but it's feral. "It's just, you're an asshole." He chuckles.
"Walker- no!" Walker hits the Angel with his shield as she tries to get between them. She's flung into the concrete wall and doesn't move.
KILL HIM
The lights violently flicker in the room and shadows began to spread over his bare feet as the alpha snarls. He was about to hit the fucker in the face with enough force to shatter his skull but Yelena got their first. Perhaps Void liked the savage Russian more than he thought. She was electrocuting him but that wasn't enough of a punishment for someone who had stuck his little Dove. He easily picked Yelena off him and tossed her to the side. She skidded a few feet, glancing at Ghost who's watching on wishing that she had popcorn.
Walker was groaning, getting back to his feet when Bob cocked back his blackening fist. His eyes glowed hollow and reflective like a shark in the inky abyss of the ocean. The scent of distressed pomegranates filled his lungs as the the Dove appeared in front of him. Bob froze, fist an inch from Omen's face. It wasn't fear in her gaze, concern or worry perhaps? He had almost struck her. He had almost killed his Angel.
Just give in Bobby. You know you'll end up exactly like your father. You're going to end up killing her- Void wanted out. He wanted to destroy this world and soak up as much darkness as he could. He would take the Dove as his mate first. She would give him the heirs to his throne, not that they would ever be needed. He would live forever. Her room in his shadow prison would be nicer, perhaps less shame and fear filled then the others.
"I'm not afraid of you." Her voice is soft but firm, like the steadfast roots of ancient willow trees. It filters through the Void, light in shadow. The Angel reaches up and grabs his chin, making him fully face her and he realizes she isn't speaking to him. "I said I'm not afraid of you." She was speaking to the Void. It was a challenge as much as a statement and the Void eagerly accepted.
~
One minute Bob was in the concrete tunnels and the next he was in an unfinished attic by dark wooden stairs. A shorter black man was standing by a late teenaged Omen as she hyperventilated through heart wrenching sobs. She didn't smell like his Angel though. "You understand, don't you?" The man looked at her like she was a dog he was scolding. "I had to teach you a lesson."
"Bob." He blinked slowly, turning his head to glance at his side. The Angel he knows looks sad but accepting as she watches her abuser gaslight her younger self. "Shame is a part of me and my story." Omen looks up at him. "But it doesn't control me." She offers him her hand. "Void can't use that as a weapon against me.”
The walls shake with anger and her abuser turns to look at her, the real her. “Is that so?”
“Don't!” Bob pleads, trying to stand between them but Void throws him away and wraps his hand around her throat. Her answering smile is feral and violent.
“Jesse was always weak.” Her veins begin to glow as she grabs his wrist with both hands. “It’s why he beat me. Why he raped me.”
Void frowned as this form began to burn under her fingertips. A sensation he had never experienced before began to build in his gut. He tried to take his hand back but she held it there against her throat. What was she doing? Was she absorbing his powers?
“The thing is Void,” she steps up to the facsimile of her worst nightmare and smiles, her omega canines gleaming in the light. “I'm not weak.” The Void is trembling as she takes all of him. All the darkness he has to offer. All the trauma and memories he's taken. Bob has to look away from the blinding light as they are forced from the shame room.
Void was stunned. Never in existence had anything been able to force him back like that! No one had ever challenged him outright nor met their worst fear with a savage grin. He had seen her memory's, knew of all that Jesse had taken, stolen from her. She should have been cowering in fear but instead Omen had met the demons of the past head on.
The Void gripped his chest. What was this feeling? This all consuming hunger inside his veins? The need to possess her body and soul? could it be Love.
~
Yelena is snapping her fingers between their faces. "Hello!?! What da hell is going on?" The Russian's brows are furrowed with concern.
Omen pulled her hand away and Bob shivered as though it had stolen the heat from his body. The shadows were gone from his skin and clothing, the Void filling retreating into the back of his mind. For once it was silent. Blessedly silent.
"We are good. I'll go up there and toss down a fire hose." Omen tries to reassure them. Yelena was quick to notice the tremble in her friends legs and hands. Poor thing looked even more exhausted than before. “"I'll get you all out of here." Omen looks at Walker. "Except you. I promise nothing to you." Walker grumbles and punches his shield into the elevator door breaking it open.
Bob's head shoots up, so focused on the sweet quiet that he hadn't realized Omen had moved. "Wait... You're leaving?" No! He just found her! He needed his Angel! He had done all this for her. To be like her. She wasn't his but he was hers. He needed her. She had banished Void! Nothing had done that. Not drugs or alcohol or therapy or violence.
Omen nodded flashing him a smile. "Yeah but you'll see me in a moment. I'd like you to get out of Valentina's bunker in one piece. Besides, I promised Steve I'd make it back home by 12." Her guilty expression said she was 100% missing that deadline.
Bob felt his heart rate pick up and his eyes narrowed. At first he thought it was the fear of having her disappear from his life again. Then as Omen spoke quietly to the two women, he realized it was jealousy. He didn't have much time to unpack it as Omen disappeared in front of his eyes, the scent of pomegranates filling the air. Panic became the overwhelming emotion, his breathing picking up.
Ava, Walker, and Yelena share a quiet conversation away from him. Not that Bob cared. Not when she wasn't coming back! He was all alone again! So alone even the darkness inside him wasn't speaking.
"Come on Bob!" The Russian peeks into the elevator as a fire hose is dropped down the shaft.
"Ok! I've tied it off!" His Angel's voice echoes down to them. Yelena and Ava start climbing first, Walker holding him back. The blond walks into his personal space.
“What?” Bob says straightening to his full height. He needs to see her again and this asshole is preventing it from happening.
"I know something's wrong with you." His voice grates on Bob's nerves. "She's too nice to protect herself.”
“And you try to protect her?” The growl that escaped him was inhuman, the lights flickering.
“Why do you think I do everything in my power to keep her away from me?” There is a flicker in John’s blue eyes. It's vulnerable and scared. Like he cares about her. “Find someone else to fixate on and stay away from her.”
It would be so easy to break his neck right here. Just a snap. Bob considers it. Then the image of his Angels face flicks through his mind and he wouldn't want to disappoint her. Bob let's Walker climb up first and then follows. Omen is waiting at the top of the elevator shaft, sitting down on the floor with her eyes closed. She looks exhausted.
"O?" Yelena is crouched down. The tone she uses is gentle and coaxing or as gentle and coaxing as she can be. "Tell us the next step, podsolnechnik." (Sunflower) She squeezes Omen's shoulder.
Omen takes a deep breath, eyes remaining closed. She smells off. Like ash and wilted leaves. "Ok, there are a ton of guys with guns out there. Ava needs to get transport. We wait till the TAC team come in, cut the lights then dress up in their gear once hostiles are removed. Yelena and Walker will pretend to carry Bob out and I will teleport to the back of the truck Ava will drive. When they ask for ID, you will just keep driving and under no circumstances will Bob leave our sides. Right Bob?" She opens her eyes to glance at Bob who was right at her side, soothing hand on her arm.
Bob nods. This was a good plan. One he could definitely follow. He just needed to follow them. Then he could stay with his Angel forever. He could be good for her! Useful even!
Omen grunted as she stood up. It was clear she was in pain. Her eyes were shut and her breathing was labored. Enough so that Walker didn't even make a fat joke as he stood off to the side. Yelena’s concern grew, her gentle violent hands coming up to inspect Omen's face.
“You need to go home O. This isn't even your fight.” The Russian was trying to be gentle.
“We will be better off without you.” Walker says helpfully.
Bob instinctively moves closer to Omen's side but says nothing. The heat radiating from his body sank into the time traveler's skin and soothed the debilitating pain. He curled one hand around her like he had in the bunker and pulled her into him. She let out a sort trilling sort of sound that made his shoulders settle a little. Bob was so focused on Omen's face and her reactions that he missed the look Ghost and Walker shared.
“You're my family.” The Angel takes a deep breath. “And I'm invulnerable, remember?” (Omen would later remind himself never to say stupid shit like that again.)
“If you say so.” Ava clicks on her helmet. “Let's go. They're going to breach any second.”
The team breaks into action. Everything is going great. Yelena and Walker were carrying Bob outside with the stolen TAC gear. His anxiety had begun building the moment they had started to drag him outside and Omen hadn't gone with them. She was going to teleport but not being able to see her made his chest ache.
Omen got ready to jump. She pulled off the gas mask from her face and began to imagine the truck. Her mortal shell shifted in and out of the world as her focus drew to the moment and not so much the truck. She was just so tired. The world came back into focus but instead of the back of the truck Bob was supposed to be in, she was in front of Valentina.
“Oh for fucks-” Omen groans. The sound of guns turning in her direction catches her attention but she isn't too worried.
“Well if it isn't my least favorite Doctor Who.”
“It's Doctor Whom actually.” Omen quipped.
“It's not.” Valentina De Fontaine clasped her hands together.
Bob could hear the Angel's voice again. His head turned in the direction to see a woman with a streak of grey hair speaking to Omen. His body tensed. It wasn't safe! He should have stayed with her! She was going to die and it was all his fault!
“O will be fine, Bob. Just keep your eyes forward.” Yelena was praying that she was correct. “She wanted you safe for a reason.”
“Why are you here Omen? Here to meddle in my business again? Tired of showing up on the Congress floor to call me a cunt?” Valentina was only speaking to her because she needed to know what the pest knew.
Omen tried to look more bored than tired. “I could never get tired of reminding people of the lecherous bitch you are.” She could see the trio struggle to keep Bob moving and she knew she needed a distraction. She took out her cellphone. The one Tony had made for her that would phase through time and space with her. She backed up until she was in front of the door to the base. Then she went live.
“Stop her!”
O.O.W: “hey there Guys Gals and Non-binary pals, guess where I am?” The sound of thirty automatic weapons raised in her direction.
“Senator Valentina De Font-lame has a military base in-”
“Fire!” The sounds of guns going off filled her ears as bullets bounced off her skin. She shielded her phone with her body. While the bullets themselves didn't pierce her skin, the force behind them made her ache in a way that let her know she would have bruises tomorrow. The number of guns being shot began to rapidly disappear. No screams, just silence. Utter, violent, silence.
Omen saw his phone screen was broken. Knowing it wouldn't record anymore she turned to see what she could do to continue distracting them. Instead she saw long stretching shadows and…
“Void.” Her breath catches in her throat as the obsidian creature floats closer to her. Her instincts screamed at her to run or bare her throat or perhaps both. She did neither.
She was such a silly little thing, trying to get away from him. That was the only reason she would pretend to sacrifice herself. Right? Why would she do such a thing otherwise? Despite her good act in the shame room, she was still scared. His little Dove was should be afraid as it should have been in the shame room. Look at her trembling-
“Bring them back.”
Void tilted his head in confusion. His eyes glowed that eerie reflective light as he floated around her. “Now why would I do that, Dove?” His jaw ticked as she refused to look at him.
She shook her head, curls bouncing. “Void, I'm too tired to do this right now. I have about 2 minutes before I collapse. I'm asking nicely. Please bring everyone back.” Her eyes were closed as if standing was taking all of her effort. Wait… was she shaking with exhaustion and pain? Not fear?
He pressed up against her back, arms slipping under her legs to lift her. The darkness frowned as she pushed at him weakly. Her physical body was weak then? Fascinating that a creature so small and frail could have beaten him.
A long moment passed as Void watched her tiptoe closer and closer to passing out. “Fine.” his whispered in her ear as her world went dark. “Silly omega.” Void still pitch black, places his girl in the back of the truck Yelena, Walker and Ghost are in and closed the door. As soon as they were back the three of them took of driving as fast as possible. Yelena checked on Omen through the mirror, trying to speak to her.
Meanwhile the Void found it almost tedious to destroy the other vehicles so that his Dove wouldn't be followed. Taking off into the sky he landed on the truck carrying his precious cargo.
Valentina, frazzled and confused and terrified from what she had just experienced, began barking orders. “Get me a car!” This was the worst possible case scenario. She had created a monster. “Call- Call someone!”
Chapter 2
Summary:
Bucky and Bob meet. Thank goodness Steve is good at steering his husband in the right direction! we also find out more about how Omen's powers work. As per canon, Void is all the intrusive thoughts.
TW: medical talk
Sorry it took me so long to update
Notes:
This is the playlist for this Fic.
https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLiyyGQKMTIZ_BP6fVtaZNrrHB0h553KQC&si=gR4ysxfEWUX20dqdThe song that best represents it though would have to be: Friends? by Aubory Bugg
https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=EUtEj-8-rY4&si=pCy4UmD4QhXds1MRhttps://i.ibb.co/fVLKnvyM/Mix-Collage-19-Aug-2025-05-19-PM-6965.jpg
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
The tires of the transport spun, kicking up dirt and dust as John peeled down the road.
After a beat of tense silence "Did you see..." Ava asked, voice trembling.
"A room with my biggest shame?" Yelena responds. Walker's grip on the wheel is white as he drives them towards the desert. “Omen? Is O back there?!” Her voice has a frazzled ring to it that her tone rarely held.
"What the fuck is he?!" John is trying not to think about how he had threatened whatever that thing was. "Because he isn't human."
Ava phased through the back of the truck into the bay where Omen was unmoving. Quickly checking for a pulse as Yelena curses in Russian, she gives a thumbs up. “She’s breathing.”
Feeling relieved, Yelena turns her attention to Walker. "Not anymore he's not." Yelena frantically starts pulling out papers she had taken from Valentina's incinerator trap. "Valentina got what she wanted. She made a super weapon. They did something to him."
"What the fuck does that- How would you even- DAMN IT!” John didn't need this right now! Not with everything else he had lost. Now here was some sort of super villain who had set its sights very clearly on Omen.
"Condition??" Yelena looked back through the small window.
Ava grunted, leaning her head down to listen to Omen’s heart. "Deteriorating, Glowing and her breathing is shallow."
"Glowing?" Walker asks. He had seen her veins glow a few times before. It was an effect of taking on the emotions and trauma of others. From the first time Omen had touched him and he had felt the sweet relief of knowing he didn't have to be alone in his grief, he had noticed the physical effect on the Weaver. Although she hid it well, it was clear that Omen had been in pain. Pain that got progressively worse the more she came in contact with those suffering. The way she was so willing to suffer so that others didn't have to, had frightened and infuriated him. He couldn't comprehend why someone would do something that would cause themselves such agony while asking for nothing in return! So, Walker had done what he always did. He had started pushing her away. She had known what he was doing and at first hadn't let him get away with it. *Then he crossed the line*. He had known what buttons to push, known how to make him seem irredeemable. And it seemed to have worked.
The loud thunk on the roof of the transport had Ghost, Walker, and Yelena all looking up. "What the fuck?!?" John swerves trying to shake it off. The door to the back opens and worried looking Bob swings himself in the door. He looks... Normal. No glowing eyes or black skin or clothes. Just the normal guy they found barefoot and in scrubs.
"Is she ok?" This was all his fault! He had... He had lost control and now she was hurt. Inhaling deeply he moved forward, finding her scent was weak but not distressed. It only worried him more, finding the gentle scent of pomegranate juice fading. “Is she dying??”
Ava stood up from her crouch and sat on one of the benches in the back. Had he just smelled her? This guy was so weird. "... Yeah she's fine."
"Are you?" Yelena asked, a slight edge to her voice.
"What the fuck was that?!" Walker snarled.
Bob flinched at the loud voice. The Angel was going to be ok, right? Her soft glow was soothing in the darkness of the back of the truck but she hadn’t done that before. Not like this anyway. "I don't know... I remember going in for a trial study that was supposed to make me better." He admits. Bob crouches down, reverently moving a curl from her face. "Waking up I felt... Sharper? Like my senses I mean. Smells got a lot stronger." And the voice in the back of his mind became impossible to ignore. Void.
I dealt with the problem didn't I? I saved her from the mess you created. Void sneered. While the bullets hadn't penetrated her soft skin, it had seemed to cause damage of some kind. His claws flexed thinking of the mortals who had tried to harm what was his. If it weren't for the silly little Dove, he would have left them all in their cages where they belonged to suffer.
Yelena was trying not to jump to conclusions about this walking red flag of a person. "Bob, do you know Omen? It seems like you do." The Russian gives John a side eyed look as the steering wheel bends in his grip.
Bob sits on the floor of the cabin behind Omen's head and as gently as he is able, he pulls the Angel back against his chest. Looking up at Ava for a moment before quickly looking back at his savior he explains: "It's so her head doesn't keep hitting the floor." Certainly not because he needed to touch her, to feel her alive and solid in his arms. Bob was still in awe that she was real and not something he had imagined to keep himself as sane as he could be.
"Right..." Ava says slowly. "And the knowing Omen thing?"
Bob nodded jerkily, embarrassed. "Uh, we met once before. Sort of." His lips quirk up in a self conscious smile. "She saved me."
Ava and Yelena share a look through the small window. "Well... You hold onto her. Yelena, why don't you call Rogers and tell him what happened." Ava encouraged, her eyes conveying just how weird she thought the behavior was.
Now is the perfect time to claim her.
“No. That’s not right.” Bob mumbled, ducking his face into her hair. The citrus making his muscles ease and shoulders drop.
And what happens when an alpha more deserving finds her? HMM??? What happens when that sweet little body is snatched from us and taken away forever? Void raked his claws against the walls of Bob's mind. He wasn’t just saying it to get out. The possibility that she could be taken away was high. In all his years he had met perhaps a handful of omegas. Most beings with power ended up being alpha’s. Sink our teeth into her throat before she's taken from us!
Bob's grip on her tightened once more and he shifted her higher, bending further to rest his head on her shoulder. His gums and canines ached, mouth filling with saliva at the scent of her pheromones (weak as they were) filling his senses.
Just one taste~
Bob opened his mouth. She smelled like pomegranates and sunshine. Would she taste like that too? Like freedom and hope?
“Bob?” Ava asked, hand on her gun. She didn't think it would do anything but it made her feel more secure to know it was there.
Bob closed his mouth as Void snarled. He instead rubs his writs on her.
At least you’re not a totally lost cause. Pushing out their pheromones to cover her own made the darkness settle. The need to possess her dulled slightly by the claim.
“I’m good.” Bob nodded jerkily once more, his lips quirking up in a lopsided smile. He didn't see the concerned look Ava and the Russian share.
Yelena didn't want to look away but she knew that they needed an extraction and Omen needed medical care as soon as possible. As if that wasn't a good enough reason, the assassin was well aware that there was a high likelihood that Bucky would go nuclear on Val if he found out without Steve.
Steve picked up on the second ring. He sounded as if he had just woken up which made perfect sense since it was almost 1 in the morning. "Yelena? You ok?" The sound of bodies moving and fabric rustling in the background before a new voice rumbled over the speaker.
"Lena, chto sluchilos'?" (Lena, what is wrong.) It was still jarring sometimes to hear Bucky speak in his first language. After 70 years of speaking mostly Russian it made sense that it was what he defaulted to instead of english.
"My napravlyayemsya na vzletno-posadochnuyu polosu. Vy mozhete otsledit' moye mestopolozheniye i otpravit' samolet? Nam nuzhna evakuatsiya." (We are headed to an airstrip. Can you track my location and send a plane? We need an extraction.) Yelena could hear the soldier fully wake up.
"Da. Skol'ko?" (Yes. How many?)
"..." Yelena didn't want him to know what had happened just yet. He had a tendency to lose himself a bit whenever Omen was involved. It made sense. She had seen the two of them together, healing one another even if Bucky hadn't seen it that way. Omen had been the only reason Bucky made it back to Steve alive. Yelena had similar feelings about the time traveler. Who knew how much time she would have gotten with Natasha otherwise. "pyat'." (Five)
Steve took back his phone as Bucky began to make calls on his own. There was the distinct sound of a door closing, the acoustics shifting slightly. "I'm guessing there's a reason you called me and not Bucky?" His voice was hushed.
"... It's bad Steve. I haven't seen O like this since..." Since Wanda and Thanos. The retired captain America sighs and she knows it's because he's worried and not meant as an admonishment.
"I'll get the sitter. See you soon."
The rest of the ride to the air field is somehow uneventful. Ava is in the back trying to ignore how Bob nuzzles and mumbles at the person in his arms with her face tucked against his neck. Walker is muttering to himself while driving well over the speed limit, and Yelena is beating herself up for not doing more to protect Omen.
Bucky and Steve are off the airship waiting on the tarmac when they arrive. Steve is dressed in a suit that is not very Captain America but still in that style. Bucky is wearing a black suit that's similar but not quite matching. The moment the truck screeches to a stop, Yelena hops out of the car and runs up to them.
"Wait. Before we unload, you need to know that we have a new friend."
Bucky frowns. "A friend."
Steve puts a hand on his husband's shoulder. "And what is our new friend's name?"
"Bob, his name is Bob." Yelena says quickly, hearing the back door open. In a whisper she adds "He is very dependent on Omen and is extremely dangerous. Don't take-" It was clear to both blondes that Bucky stopped listening when he heard Omen's name.
"Omen?!" Bucky jogged forward before freezing, gun metal grey eyes going hard. Some guy was holding her to his chest, her unconscious head resting in the crook of his neck. The time traveler wasn't a small person weighing close to 354 pounds. The fact he was easily lifting her was not comforting despite the reverence with which he was doing it. "You must be Bob."
Bob looks up, the light from the plane making it easy to see the man in front of him. "Uh, yeah. That's me. Hi" he gave him a hesitant smile.
Who is this mortal? Void didn't appreciate how they were being looked at. He snapped his teeth at the fucker who clearly coveted their omega.
Steve wrapped an arm around Bucky's waist. He knew what was coming. Bruce had told Omen about how her biology had changed since gaining powers. She described how it felt like her instincts had been dialed up to 10 and now her sense of smell was better. Thor had explained that gods like him had some sort of secondary sex. Omen seemed to have instantly understood and then went into a shame spiral about whatever their secondary sex was. Bucky still didn't understand any of it but he could remember things like the importance of social touch. While Omen needed a lot of cuddles and physical affection, it was triggering. So they helped each other. He caught her calling Steve, Bruce, Yelena, Peter, the girls, and himself pack, whatever that was, when Loki asked if she was getting enough social touch. When men touched Omen, she often had a bad reaction, needing to clean the touched skin or have someone from the family be close.
"She doesn't like to be touched by men." Bucky snaps, jaw clenched.
"Oh..." Bob shifts her in his arms but if anything his hold tightens, blue eyes beginning to bleed into gold. The hairs raise on the back of his neck as Walker and Ava come to stand off to his left, flanking him. Where was the hostility coming from? Did Bob do something wrong?
Of course you did. You're a walking disaster. You're the one who hurt her, remember? The Void stirs. They want to take what's ours away! We should kill them all. Then the Omega can't be taken from us.
Yelena spoke up, her stance casual. Or at least as casual as a trained assassin can be. "Actually, O didn't seem to mind." She shrugs and moves in-between the two dark haired men. "Can we have dick measuring contest later? I'd like our collective favorite person to get medical attention from Banner." The moment stretches on before Bucky gives a tight nod. Bob follows Walker and Ava into the waiting plane, the Angel clutched tight to his chest. Yelena stays behind, arms crossed.
"Who the fuck is that guy?" The Asset growls. She never let strangers touch her and if what Yelena said was true maybe he had some sort of mind control nonsense going on! Or maybe she had felt pressured to let him touch her before, like if she felt like he was unstable? She had a hard time saying no. Is that what happened? Did the Handler not feel like they could say no and-
Steve can see the slip happen in the way his husband's shoulders have gone ridged and his posture straightens. "Deep breath, Buck. Weaver has survived a lot more than whatever just happened. Take a breath. You're not losing them." The words seemed to help reach the other soldier, who nodded slowly even though his shoulders lost none of their tension.
Yelena thought the old queers were adorable. "Your matching suits are cute." She smiles.
Bucky frowns at her. "They do not match."
Steve rolls his eyes. "Yeah Lena. That would be "too gay"." He uses air quotes, quoting his husband a few months ago when they were being made.
"I hate both of you." Bucky grumbles, walking back onto the plane. Steve pats the Widows back as the two follow suit.
It felt hard to breathe on the plane. Bob felt like he was walking into a mine field. All of his enhanced senses were focused on the woman in his arms. His ears focused on the shallow rise and fall of her breath, the rush of her blood in her veins, her slowly beating heart. He scanned her face, noticing the scars where she must have once had piercings. Was it really his fault? Had he hurt her in some way? What if she hated him? It's not like he could die now-
"Hey Bob, was it?" Steve goes over to him while Bucky makes the engine purr to life. Yelena pulled a bed-like thing down from the side of the ship. It was covered in small metal disks and a soft pale leather like fabric. "Let's put Omen down on this. It has sensors that help monitor their breathing and cosmic energy levels."
Bob tightened his grip for a moment, lip twitching involuntarily. This was Captain fucking America! Retired or not, he could trust him right? He wouldn't hurt the Angel-
This was the Steve she was talking about wasn't it??? What if they are married? Look at the ring on his finger! The Void growled. No, this man was clearly competition for her love. A mortal or not, clearly there was some connection. The alpha couldn't allow him to get his claws in her.
"No, he- He married Bucky." He mumbled to himself, brows drawn together.
Doesn't mean he couldn't fuck her does it? That's probably why Bucky hates you so much. He doesn't like that you're touching her. Why else would he care? The Void was not going to allow the first person to capture his heart out of his sight. Don't trust him. He's trying to steal what's ours. The woman in his arms furrows her brows, light shimmering as the alpha gently smooths out the crease between her brows with his thumb.
"But she's in pain." Bob says in this broken little whisper, tears forming in his blue eyes.
Steve looks at Yelena for help. This guy, Bob, was looking at Omen like she was not just the stars in the sky but the whole universe. He had seen Wanda look at Vision like that. Like they would rend time and space apart to protect the person in their arms. It was a dangerous thing, loving with an immortal shattered soul.
"Rogers, do you remember the time that someone tried to kidnap Anna and Kay and by the time you showed up with Bucky, they were beaten half to death, duct taped to a chair, and covered in glitter glue and unicorn stickers?" Yelena leans against the wall, Bucky going tense at his daughters names. Steve however chuckles at the memory. Bob is only half listening.
"Sure do." He leans back against the wall next to the monitoring bed. "Weaver had beaten them with their cane before letting the girls decorate the hostages." His smile is genuine and fond. "Weaver is the best aunt the girls could ask for."
That got Bob's attention. His head snapped up, eyes focused once more. "A-aunt?"
Yelena nodded. "O is their godparent. She lives with Bucky and Steve at the tower with their adopted father, Dr. Banner." Her suspicion about him being concerned with their relationship was confirmed when Bob slowly set her down on the bed. Vitals popped up on the screen and Walker cursed.
"How the fuck did she absorb that much cosmic energy??" Walker resumed pacing back and forth in the small space.
"Language." Rogers quips while studying the reading, ignoring Bob who's hovering right by her side rubbing soothing circles on the inside of her wrist. His thumb brushes a scar there over and over as if hypnotized.
"What happened down there?" Bucky demands, forcing his eyes forward so he doesn't shoot the stranger who’s being way too physical with his Handler- Family member.
Ava was the one who answered first, being the most calm with the exception of Mr. Rogers. "Junior varsity Captain America, the albino spider, and I were sent into the vault to kill each other by Valentina. Luckily before one of us could actually finish the job, Omen showed up and started yelling at us."
"Then Bobby here pops up out of nowhere." Walker gestures to the monster as he paces. "He's some sort of shadow freak monster thing-"
"Walker-" Yelena sighs.
"And Omen did something to get Val to stop but they shot her and now she's in a God damned coma again all because he put us into some sort of fucking emotional torture rooms!" Walker gestured wildly, fists aching to hit something.
Bob flinches, words spilling from him under his breath as he clutches Omen's hand like a life line. Fuck this was all his fault. "Can you make her better?" His whisper wasn't a plea to the mortals in the room.
Of course~ The Void answered smoothly even though he had never tried to heal something before. He could try though. Especially if it meant getting out of his cage again. We can do anything. After all, he had yet to actually claim his Dove and this would be the perfect opportunity.
Steve, not knowing about Void had figured that Bob was speaking to him and answered accordingly. "We can, actually. Do you want to help?"
Bob looks up, surprised. They could help her? He didn't need to use the darkness?
Yes you do! Don't listen to him! You did this, remember? It's your fault! Void snaps its teeth.
"Y-yeah. I'd like that." Bob nods, head lowered and eases his grip on his Angel’s wrist.
"Great. Can you grab me the kit from that cabinet." Steve points over to a grey cabinet attached to the wall. The crew watch as the jittery man goes over and gets the kit before bringing it over to the super soldier. Steve smiles at him. "Thanks." He takes out an over the face oxygen mask, sliding it over Weaver's face, before hooking it up to a small gas canister. "Omen can't be helped by anything that might also hurt them. Meaning she also can't be helped by anything magical." Steve turns the small green nozzle with a soft creak.
"Like needles?" Bob asks, holding the Angels hand once more as pink mist begins to flow into the mask. He watches, breath held as she inhales just a little before taking a deep breath for the first time in hours. Stray tears drip from his thick lashes and land on her arm.
"Exactly. So Dr. Banner came up with a medication that could be administered this way." Her vitals begin to stabilize. "It works a lot better when they're outside in sunlight but this will work fine as well." He points to the screen and shows Bob where her cosmic energy levels were slowly but steadily dropping as the energy was metabolized and dispersed. Steve smiles at the kid. Poor thing seemed to be doing better now.
"She can like... Absorb badness right?" Bob asks nervously. That was what she had don't to his Void. The only reason Void had taken over when Omen was shot at was because he had pulled Void to the surface. He had thought he was going to lose her, watch her get killed and if that had happened… Bob would have had no reason to go on anymore. He would have given up to the Void and let it take over. “The Angel- I mean Omen, makes people good?”
Steve hums with a soft smile and shakes his head slightly, ignoring the daggers being glared at the young man by Bucky and John. "Bruce has this whole speech about how we are all made of stardust and how we all have some amount of cosmic energy. For most people the amount is very very small. Most people are able to cycle the positive and negative cosmic energies in their body naturally without help. However when someone experiences trauma after trauma, the negative energy can build up and make it harder to heal from those psychic and physical wounds. When she is interacting with people who have more cosmic energy,” He gestures to himself and then everyone else in the room. “Like us mutants and supers who naturally have a lot more cosmic energy, her own system gets overloaded and it makes her chronic illness get worse for a time which makes it harder for that energy to keep moving. Kind of like a domino effect.” His expression is fond. “Basically Omen is like a filter and sometimes that filter gets overheated and clogged like right now."
Bob wasn't sure he understood but it sounded painful. "Oh..." That meant that when she touched him, she absorbed his pain and the darkness. He flinches away from her as if he's been burned, recoiling and backing up a few steps.
You did this! Now she's suffering. You ruin everything. Void hisses. Now Bob would try to stay away from her even though the Dove was everything they needed.
Steve gave him a confused look. "You alright? She should wake up in a few hours or so." He watched as Bob nodded sullenly.
"Come sit with me, Bob." Yelena pats the seat next to her. Bob clumsily walks over and sits near the Russian, bare feet padding on the metal floor.
The rest of the flight was relatively quiet. Walker hovered in the center of the jet, pretending not to look at Omen's still body. Since Steve and Bucky weren't his biggest fans they ignored him. Ava and Yelena talked about their weapons while Bob tried to focus on what they were saying and not Void who was growling and clawing to go back over to their omega.
"Touching down." Bucky called over his shoulder. The jet bumped slightly as they landed, Yelena and Ava looking to Bob.
"Bob can come with us. We'll set him up in the guest apartments." Ava gives what she hopes is a pleasant smile. "Come on."
Further leaving the Dove are we?!? The growling from the Void was sharper than usual. You're abandoning our omega you coward!
"I'm not abandoning her!" Bob snapped, fists clenched as he fought himself.
Yelena touched his arm gently. "No one thinks that you are." She took his hand as tenderly as she could. “We can see her after Banner has had a look at her, OK?” He did not argue as he was led off the plane, Bucky glaring after him.
"Leave it Buck. Come on, Weaver needs you to focus until she can explain." Steve detached the bed from the wall and helped Bucky carry it off the plane. "Banners waiting on Omen's floor." Omen had a lot of explaining to do.
Notes:
As always i love hearing your thoughts
Chapter 3
Summary:
Bob meets Bucky and Steve's adopted kids Anna and Kay. This chapter is mostly just wholesome kids being kids with bob trying to interact with them as best he can.
Notes:
This is the playlist for this Fic.
https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLiyyGQKMTIZ_BP6fVtaZNrrHB0h553KQC&si=gR4ysxfEWUX20dqdThe song that best represents it though would have to be: Friends? by Aubory Bugg
https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=EUtEj-8-rY4&si=pCy4UmD4QhXds1MR
Chapter Text
It had been two days since Bob got to Avengers tower. Thus far his Angel hadn't stirred. NOT EVEN ONCE!!! They had said it would be a few hours but it had been so long! Everyone had been relatively kind to him. Or as kind as he deserved for having caused this mess. He had overheard that Valentina De Fontaine was looking for him but the Avengers said they didn't know where he was. Bob had been staying away from everyone and everything yet unable to leave the Angel's side. He stayed off to the side as his Angel slept like the dead. If it weren't for the monitor he would have thought...
We will not let her die. We will drag her back from death at any cost. The Void was beyond tired of waiting. The endless strangers in and out of the room had set them on edge, their omega unclaimed and Bob refusing to let them out or even touch her meant that their pheromones on her had grown faint.
Bob rubbed at his eyes. The Void had been very loud in the past two days. It was taking a lot of effort to keep him suppressed. Every sense was dialed up to 100 right now. The longer he went without sleep the harder it was to stay calm and focused. Bob couldn't stop the feeling that if he took his eyes from her, she would disappear. Someone would take her or hurt her or she might leave. That would hurt most because it would be her choice and he couldn't blame her for that. He had caused this after all.
The Angel's dad came in a few times, checking on her or adjusting the medicine that now flowed from a much bigger canister. Bob liked him because Dr. Banner always knocked before he entered although his scent always made Void growl. It was nice to see a dad care so much about their kid. It was the soft, concerned way Dr. Banner looked at her or gently adjusted her bonnet. The tender care Omen's dad was showing made it easier to listen to the Void’s concerns about him and therefore further from the edge of his other self.
Snatching him from his turbulent thoughts, there's a soft knock at the door. It slowly opens and a little girl pokes her head inside. "Are you Bob?" She whispers in a very loud voice. The little girl had startlingly purple eyes that matched her lilac skin, short brown hair, and little horns on her forehead. She tip toes over to where he's sitting on the floor.
Bob flinched back away from her and she held up her small hands. "It's ok. I'm Anna." She takes something out of her pocket and hands him it. "It's a sticker. See?" She watches him take it gingerly. “Stickers make me feel better, so I thought you could use one."
Bob takes it slowly. It's a little duck with a knife who was scowling. His lips quirked up in a smile. “Thanks… I’m Bob.” The little girl nods and he looks up at the hospital bed. “How do you know her?”
Anna lights up. “She's my fairy gay mother! We do all kinds of cool stuff like write books and cook food. One time we got to see-”
The little girl continued to talk but Bob had stopped listening. Gay? Like homosexual or like happy? Did she only like women? Was that why she would reject him? Or maybe-
“You’re thinking awfully loud there Bob.” Anna smiles.
Bob’s eyes widened. “How did you know she said that to me?” Maybe Anna was psychic?
Anna plops down next to him on the floor, utterly unafraid of him. “Omen says It to my daddy when he’s starting to disaposeate.” She struggles with the last word. “It means he gets stuck in his head and needs some help coming back to us.” The girl smiles like she has just done a very good job explaining things.
“It’s disassociate Anna.” A bigger girl said from the doorway, having not made any sound as she pushed the door open a little. Unlike Anna she had dark brown skin with long pointed ears and a big afro. Her eyes are like a big cat.
Anna blushed and nodded. “That's what I said. Disassociate.”
They are going to hog all her attention. The Void did not care much for children. Children that were not his anyway. Much to his interest the older child smelled like a pup. She's a god then, hmm?
Bob ignored Void and tried to give the second girl a friendly smile. “H-hi. I'm Bob.”
“I know.” The girl walked over and sat next to her sister. “Everyone in the tower is talking about you.”
Bob’s ears went red. He knew what they were probably saying about him. How much of a monster he was. How he was dangerous. How useless. How Stupid. How annoying. How pathetic-
Kay hums. “He looks exactly like the guy in the book O wrote.” That got Bob’s attention.
“She- She writes books?” He asked hoping they would elaborate on what she had written.
Anna rolled her eyes with a smile. “Yaaa~ I was telling you about it when you diasokeyated.”
“Disassociated.”
“That's what I said Kay!” The little girl with horns crossed her arms. “If you keep this up, I’m going to tell daddy you came here!”
Kay sighed. “Then he would know you came here too, idiot.”
Bob was out of his depth when it came to children. He had been an only child, something he had been grateful for growing up since it meant no one other kids were hurt. Seeing them interact though? Even as they began to bicker it made some part of his heart he had closed off ache. He couldn't, wouldn't have kids of his own. He was too much like his father. He would end up hurting them or worse-
But think about how good she would look round with our seed. Void chuffed at the image that sentence created in their mind. Perhaps children wouldn't be such a bad idea after all. Besides, no one as strong as him and as beautiful as her could make something less than perfection.
“No, that's a bad idea.” Bob mumbles. “She doesn't even- She’s not- We aren't- I’m not good enough.”
“For what?”
Bob looks up to see both girls leaning in to look at him with curiosity in their eyes. His ears go red again. “You were going to tell me about the book.” He reminded them.
Anna brightens. “The book! She’s written us a lot of books because she likes to do that kinda thing. I like her pretty pictures-”
“He smells kind of like uncle Thor.” Kay interrupts, sniffing the air before narrowing her eyes at him slightly. “Omen smells like you too.”
“Kay i wanna talk about the Shadow Prince book!”
“He might have done something to O, Anna!” That shut Anna up and both girls looked at him waiting for a reply.
When no reply came as Bob tried to figure out how to answer, Anna touched his arm with big tear-filled eyes. “A nice guy like you wouldn’t hurt her right, Mr. Bob?”
She has no idea what an utter failure you are. Failure as an alpha, a man, a son, a worker, a student. Hell, you can barely read! The Void pushed at its restraints and for a moment he was able to push to the surface, eyes going gold.
Kay touched her sister's arm. “I think we should go-”
“When I only just woke up?” Bob’s head whips up as Omen takes off their face mask.
“O!” Both girls yell as they get up and scamper over to her.
“Come here~” Omen took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar scent of her two favorite pups in the whole world. Letting out a soft purr, she helped them onto the bed and embraced one in each arm. “I love you girls.” Her body still felt heavy and it was a struggle to focus beyond the two small beings in her embrace.
Kay was crying and Omen felt a pang of guilt for making the usually unemotional girl worry so much. “You weren't waking up this time.” Omen wipes at her tears with a soft smile.
“But I did wake up didn't I?" She pretends to look confused. “Unless… is this a dream???” She tickles the girls who both laugh.
“Aunty~ You’re supposed to pinch yourself! Not tickle us!” Anna giggled wildly.
Omen stopped. “Oh, that's right.” she pinches her cheek. “Yeah, I'm awake.”
Bob was pretty sure he was having a heart attack. He watched, as silent and still as a statue, as the Angel comforted the children who he had just scared. She was so, so, good. He didn't understand it. How did someone become like that? He had seen what she had gone through, at least some of it. How had she experienced violence and shame like that and become so… Open? The people around her clearly loved her dearly and he could see why. *But how could he become like that?*
You could steal her sparkle.
“Bob?” His head snapped up, blue eyes meeting hazel green. Her smile made his heart ache and his dick twitch. And the sweet, gentle, happy pheromones she was giving off as she purred looking at him??? Was this what hell was? To have perfection just past the tips of your fingers? “Glad you made it out in one piece. Not that I ever doubted you.” Was he sweating? Oh go he was sweating and she was still looking at him. Could she see the sweat? Did he smell bad? FUCK! He hadn't showered in days! What if he smelled gross and she needed him to leave because he was a stinky little guy- “Bob!” His eyes met hers again and she smiled once more. “Deep breath big guy. I’m ok. You’re ok. See?” His eyes follow her finger as she points to the monitor.
“Hi…”
Are you serious??? Our omega wakes up and all you say is “Hi”? No wonder we are going to lose her to a real alpha.
“Hi.” she says back, offering her hand to him.
“DON’T!” Kay yells, much to Omens surprise.
“Why ever not?” She strokes the girls back trying to comfort her.
“He, I don't know why but, but you smell like him and I don't think you're supposed to!”
Omen frowns as she takes her god daughter's words in. She lifts her wrist and sniffs. A pine forest, gingerbread and something musky she couldn't identify. She smiles, closing her eyes. “It reminds me of Christmas.” It was nice, soothing and protective from what she could smell. “Bob must have been really worried about me.”
“He was?” Kay asks.
Omen nods. “Mhmm. When you get older you'll be able to tell too.” She boops the child’s nose. “I’ll have you know, despite what your daddy says, i am an amazing judge of character.” The Weaver enunciated some words to make it more playful for the kids even when the message was really for Bob.
Bob couldn’t breathe. He smelled like Christmas to her! She wasn't mad he had scent marked her? She had even smiled! Like a real, genuine smile that reached her eyes and everything! He was pretty sure the little girl was apologizing to him but he couldn't hear it over the rush of blood in his ears. All he could focus on was that she didn't hate him. The Angel wasn't sending him to jail and she was alive, no thanks to him! She was- She was-
“BOB!!!” Omen shouted as the man began to collapse. She tried to get up but Kay stopped his body from falling with the raise of her hand. The little girl grunted as she raised him onto the couch on the other side of the room. “Thank you Kay, that was very kind of you.” Omen looks at Anna. “How about you go get Bruce and your papa but maybe don't tell your daddy yet…”
“Sir yes sir!” Anna salutes seriously before giggling and running off to tell the adults her aunty is awake. She pauses by the door and runs over to pick up the ducky sticker that Mr. Bob dropped on the floor. Taking off the backing she puts it on his forehead. “So you have nice dreams.” The girl whispers before running away once more.
Chapter 4
Summary:
Bob wakes up and hears what people think of him
Notes:
This is the playlist for this Fic.
https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLiyyGQKMTIZ_BP6fVtaZNrrHB0h553KQC&si=gR4ysxfEWUX20dqdThe song that best represents it though would have to be: Friends? by Aubory Bugg
https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=EUtEj-8-rY4&si=pCy4UmD4QhXds1MR
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Bob stirred awake to the scent of angry pheromones. He was well aquatinted with yelling voices but the scent of tart citrus was new. Opening his eyes, he scanned the lifeless room. He was on the couch in Omen's room. A blanket that smelled like his Angel was pulled up around him as if he had been tucked in. His lips twitched at the thought of her soft hands doing just that. Had his Angel done this for him? Taken care of him when he was unconscious?
"He's dangerous!" Those words got his attention, though it sounded like they were out in the hallway. The voice belonged to Walker he was pretty sure.
"Well you're fucking dangerous too, aren't you!" His Angel was clearly angry. Wait... Walker was dangerous? To his Angel? But Walker was weak compared to the two of them...
He must have done something to make her say that. Void growled, pushing against Bob's skin. We could find out using our powers. Wouldn't it feel good? To know why the Dove distrusts him so much?
"What does that mean Omen?" It was Bucky Barnes' voice now. He sounded just as tense as Bob felt. The silence stretched between whoever was beyond the cracked door.
"It doesn't matter." His Angel sighed. Bob rolled towards the door and could see her through the sliver of light from the hall. Her back was to him but Bob could see her arms were crossed.
"The fuck it doesn't!" Bucky snapped. "If he's as powerful as people are saying he is, you can't be anywhere near him!"
"How can you say that right now??? After everything we've been through! After everything I've helped you through!" Bob held his breath as his Angel spoke. Her voice shook like there were tears in her eyes. Was she- Had they made her cry? He swung his legs over the side of the couch, bare feet hitting the solid wooden floor.
Wait! Don't you want to hear what they really think of you? Void certainly did.
It was enough to make Bob hesitate on the couch, body braced to spring into action.
"He's not perfect. So what! Who cares!" His heart hammered in his chest. Her words stung but it wasn't like he didn't know that. He was a speck of dirt compared to her grace. "He is so- so good." He could tell by the hitch in her breath that she was crying. Crying for him. "He has no idea how good he is. How easy it is to love him-"
She certainly thinks highly of you. She loved them? That was great! It would make her easier to manipulate.
"Just like you." Wait... Like who? Like Bucky? She loved Bucky? The wave of possessive jealousy that rolled through him was forceful enough that his hands turned black, claws extending and his teeth elongating. Still, he didn't move. He needed to hear more.
"O, we know how much you care about people." Captain America's smooth voice clearly tried to comfort her. "You see the good in everyone-"
"That's not true." Omen interrupted, sniffling to clear her nose. "I don't forgive rapists, abusers, or Nazi's and anyone who hurts children."
"And... And he doesn't fall under those categories?" Captain America asked cautiously. The scent of angry tangy citrus became stronger as a small but threatening growl filled the air.
"He would never hurt someone like that!"
"How do you know!!!" Walker screamed at her. Omen recoiled, taking a step towards her door. The Angel's scent flipped in an instant, fear over taking the anger. Bob was behind her in an instant, the door to her room banging against the wall as his arms wrapped protectively around her from behind. He heard guns being drawn but ignored them completely.
Her heartbeat was a loud rapid beat in his sensitive ears. "It's okay." Bob whispered. "I've got you." He could feel the memory attached to her panic and if he wanted he could pull that string. He could learn why she had such a bad reaction but that would be invading her privacy... And she thought he was a good person. He glared at Walker, irises gold.
-
Omen had inhaled sharply as a firm body was suddenly encasing her own. For a second it only made the panic worse, flashes of a hard body like the one behind her raking across her mind. Then the pheromones hit her brain minePROTECTcomfort. The scent of maple wood smoke settled over her heightened senses as those impossibly strong arms squeezed gently. His sleep rough voice smoothed over the rough panicked edges of Omen's mind. Crying was one of her least favorite things to do. Now that she was off testosterone AND birth control, she had been crying more easily.
"Did we wake you?" She sniffles. Omen could feel Bob's breath puff over her hair as he breathed her in before he shook his head. Her gaze lifted to Bruce who had an eye brow raised as he watched them interact. He looked the most calm out of the people in attendance. Bucky, Walker, Ava, and surprisingly Steve all had their weapons raised at Bob. Bruce, Yelena, Peter, Wanda and Vision were all curious but didn't seem on edge. "Put down your weapons." She snapped.
Bruce smiles as he adjusts his glasses in that annoying way he did when he had a hypothesis. "Omen, you should introduce him to your family." Seeing that her dad wasn't worried about her safety, the guns lowered one by one.
Omen nodded, sliding her hand over Bob's arm so he would look up. She hadn't missed that his hands were black and that his claws were extended. Hearing them talk about him must have upset him. "Can I introduce you to my people?" She could feel the anxiety radiating off of him, potent yet focused towards protecting her. It was kinda sweet actually. She leaned back into him so he would have to focus on her presence instead of the number of people here.
"Mhmm." His humm rumbled through her own body, settling her nervous system further.
"You've met Yelena, Ava, and Walker." She felt a rumble behind her as she said Walkers name. She began to rub little circles on the scent gland inside his wrist to settle him down. "I was asleep when you met Bucky and Steve." She pointed to Bruce. "That's my dad, Bruce. The kid is Peter and the couple on couch eyeing you up disrespectfully are Wanda and Vision." Omen watched as Wanda stood fluidly, Vision following close behind. She tensed as the scarlet witch got within five feet of them. "Wanda..."
MINEanxietyPROTECT
Omen was a little overwhelmed by the pheromones Bob was giving off. They smelled like gingerbread just about to burn. In response, the time traveler continues her soothing motions. A moment of silence followed where Wanda's eyes glowed slightly red as they observed the two of them.
"You're not a sorcerer or a witch. But you are strong." Wanda crossed her arms, eyeing him carefully. "What are you?"
"I don't know much about my powers." Bob mumbled into Omen's hair.
"It's Val's fault." Omen quips, sounding sharper than she meant to. "If I remember correctly Bob is Bob but there is... More in him. Not like Bruce and Hulk though. More like Eddie and Venom." She felt his hand tighten around her.
"L-like a symbiote?" Peter asks perking up from the couch.
"At least that is what Void was at some point-"
"Don't!" Bob buried his face in her hair again. "He will hear you." He was shaking slightly so Omen turned in his arms, arms wrapping around his torso to hug him back.
"Hey, I told you already right?" She smiles up at him. "He can't hurt me." She can feel the negative celestial energy being absorbed into her body, her skin starting to glow slightly. It didn't hurt.
"Omen-" Bucky warns as Bob recoils, pushing her backwards.
FEARsadnessGUILT
"No! No- I" He steps back sharply. A wave of rejection washes over Omen and she takes a deep breath trying to even out her own emotions. Usually she wouldn't have to worry about this but with him being an alpha, her emotions and pheromones could influence him. "I-"
"You didn't hurt me the first time Bob." Omen raises her hands towards him, her voice soft and steady. "You would never hurt me."
"Omen, let it go." Bucky was insisting. Honestly it was getting on her last nerve.
Without turning towards Bucky she responded. "You accidentally pushed me off a fucking building. He hasn't done anything remotely close. Stop treating him like he's a bomb." Omen growled, the sound reverberating off the walls. She didn't miss Wanda's knowing smile or how the witch looked more relaxed. Bob was twitchy and his hands were still black but he wasn't moving away from her anymore.
"Welcome to the family, Bob." Wanda gives him a rare nod of approval. Vision then says a quick hello before following his mate back to the couch.
Omen was surprised. She hadn't expected Wanda of all people to be on board so quickly. Wanda was extremely powerful herself and if she and sentry went toe to toe, Omen wasn't sure who would come out on top. "Thank you, Wanda." Omen's voice softened as she spoke before her gaze hardened looking at the others. "The rest of you except Peter, Yelena, and Dad, get the fuck out of my house." With that she pushed Bob into her room and closed the door.
-
Bob didn't like this! He was making her distance herself from her family and friends. Isn't that what abusers did?
But she will be easier to keep all to ourself if she's alone. Bold of the little Dove to speak his name aloud as she had. He would have to reward her for such behavior.
"No, not good." He mumbled, turning away from his Angel. "She's loosing, I keep hurting her-" Bob whimpers.
"Bob?" That soft soothing celestial voice reaches him. "Bob I'm sorry that you woke up to that. They will learn to trust you."
He can't look at her. She's too holy to gaze upon. His Angel keeps saving him. Him, a wretched, cursed, foul creature unworthy to breathe the same air as her. Yet still she blesses him with her presence. She bestows him with soft sacred smiles and words too benevolent for a thing like him- There is a hand pressed on his cheek. His limbs are trembling and the darkness in his mind is laughing so loud its all he can hear.
"Let's stick together, okay?"
Who was he to refuse the divine?
"Can you look at me, hun?" His lashes flutter open and *god* she has such a soft expression on her face. Her pheromones are screaming guiltCOMFORTaffection. Why was she guilty? No! No it wasn't her fault. None of it was her fault! He stepped forward, arms wrapping around her body, his face against her throat.
"I'm sorry- I'm sorry-" Bob mumbled into her throat, sucking in greedy lungfuls of sweet summer lemonade with a pomegranate twist.
"Shhh, It's okay." The angel was stroking his hair. Those precious fingers gliding through his filthy locks. "I don't lie to people Bob. If you had hurt me, I would have talked to you about it. But you haven't hurt me, Darling."
Darling? The voice rumbled his approval. How adorable~
"Please- I can't- I can't be the thing that hurts you." He's shaking in her grip as she forces his head up to look at her.
"Bob." Her voice is firm. "I haven't allowed anyone the space to abuse me since I was 18. I'm sure as hell not going to start now. You are not your father. You are not going to hurt me. Do you understand me?" Bob couldn't speak. How did she understand his fears? How did she see through him like he was translucent? "Even if you can't trust yourself, you can trust that I will take care of myself."
She's lying. But for once void wasn't trying to be cruel. His tone conveyed just how perplexed he was at her statement. She would sacrifice herself for anyone. I can see it in her eyes. The Dove would die if it meant "saving us". On the one hand Void found it annoying that someone would try so hard to save other people. On the other hand, no one had ever thought he was worth saving... It made him uneasy. There had to be a hidden agenda, surely?
“Can you tell me ten things you can see?”
Ten things he could see? Bob blinked slowly. At first it was hard to focus on things. “Y-your bed...”
“Good.” she soothed. “What else?”
“The couch and the blanket you put on me.” Bob took a breath. “Wooden floors. The health monitor. Desk with art supplies.” Omen was nodding at him as he spoke. “Pictures that Anna and Kay drew. Um… pictures of your family. Was that ten?”
The angel looks over his face intently. “You seem a bit more clear minded. We can stop there for now.” Bob nodded slowly and was instantly rewarded with her smile returning. "Good, now how about you take a shower and I'll find us some food. I'm starving. What kind of clothes do you want to wear? How about a T-shirt or a sweater and sweatpants?" Again he nodded and she began to let go but he caught her wrists. Her eyes widened as she looked up at him.
"Thank you-" He nodded, more to himself than her. He let her go, trying not to let the possessive beast inside him win in their fight to keep her here. "Thank you, I appreciate it."
"Always.”
Notes:
Thank you to those who leave comments. I really appreciate it
Chapter 5
Summary:
bookclub, talk of knife play, grilled cheese and sexual fun times ahead in this chapter. Bob takes a shower and meets Wade and Peter
Notes:
This is the playlist for this Fic.
https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLiyyGQKMTIZ_BP6fVtaZNrrHB0h553KQC&si=gR4ysxfEWUX20dqdThe song that best represents it though would have to be: Friends? by Aubory Bugg
https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=EUtEj-8-rY4&si=pCy4UmD4QhXds1MR
Chapter Text
Being away from his Angel was a special kind of hell. Stripping off his clothes as quickly as possible he stepped into the spray as soon as it started to fall. The blast of icy water did nothing to deter him. He needed to see her again, hold her, keep her all to himself.
She needs our mark! It would keep her safe! The void snarled. No one in the universe would try to claim what's theirs while she wore their mark.
A snarl echoed off the tiles as Bob clenched his jaw. His canines sharpened, elongating till they would slice through her pretty skin like butter. Saliva filled his mouth as he thought of his Angel's scent. The pomegranate aroma was everywhere in her bathroom and he couldn't get it out of his senses. Groaning as he leaned his head against the wall, Bob's hand wrapped around his cock. He couldn't help it. She was everywhere here. All around him like temptation incarnate. He stroked the length of himself over and over, her scent still on his skin as the water pelted down on his back.
Wouldn't it feel so much better if you were inside our little Dove? In and out, the slide of her perfect cunt around our dick~ Void growled at the thought. Oh yes she would look perfect on her knees for us. Our dick rocking in and out of that plush mouth of hers.
Bob cursed, his black clawed hand breaking the tile he was leaned against. He couldn't stop now though. Not with those *delicious* thoughts Void had put in his mind. There was a knock at the door but his hand didn't falter, picking up speed as her siren-song voice filtered through the door.
“Bob? You ok? I thought I heard something break.” Like a sailor at sea he would drown in her willingly. Happy to meet his death at her hands if it meant just a moment more with his Angel.
“Yes, Angel~” Bob's voice was rough, half Void, half himself as he began to lose himself in the ecstasy. “I'm almost done~” It took all his self control not to rip the door from its hinges and take her. He moaned her name over and over until finally he painted her shower with his cum. His body shook with the force of it, his vision going white at the edges.
Taking a deep breath, Bob quickly scrubbed his body clean as fast as he could. What was he doing??? Jacking off in her shower like some kind of pervert after everything she had done for him!?! Shame and guilt filled him as he scrubbed his hair and body. Halfway through he realized he was using her products and his body stilled. He inhaled and groaned. Pomegranates. Fucking pomegranates. She must love them or know what she smells like to have matched her natural omega scent so perfectly. He raised his hands to his face and groaned, running the artificial approximation to her scent on his face.
I bet she will taste just as good as she smells.
Lost in the moment, Bob's tongue flattens on the palm of his hand. “BLAEGH!” He spits out the soapy liquid letting out a pained whine. It tasted nothing like her!
There's only one way to find out, isn't there~ Void wanted to mark that pretty skin of hers. Could she even be marked? If no violence hurt her then did that mean his love wouldn't be able to as well? The idea of being unable to sink his teeth into her throat had him snarling. No! We must take her while we can!
“Angel's safe here, the only alpha here is her dad...” Bob murmurs, fingers fiddling with the knob to turn off the shower. Stepping out he wrapped a towel around himself. “Sh-she doesn't want us anyway.”
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Omen had been concerned with how Bob had seemed when they parted ways. She had almost opened the door earlier when she had heard something break but then she heard him groan and figured he had just dropped the soap or something. The voice that came through the door did things to her body. It was like listening to a book narrated by Joe Arden. A low, dangerous timber that made her core ache and her clit throb. She had promptly scurried away, back to the kitchen, blushing horribly. At least Bruce, Wanda and Vision had all left so they couldn't see her blush... Just Peter was there to witness the darkening of her cheeks.
Peter looked at her with a curious smile and a tilted head. “You smell funny-”
“Shut up!” Omen growled, going back to stirring the large pot on the stove. It was a thick creamy tomato soup that Omen only made when someone needed the equivalent of a food hug. “Finish making the grilled cheeses.”
Peter laughs. “You're blushing.”
“And you're the devil!” The two omegas fall into silence for a moment with Peter grinning as he makes the sandwiches and Omen cursing mentally. “Where's Wade?”
“Ah-” Peter's turn to blush. “He's… around.” Omen hummed disapprovingly as Peter waved his hand in the air.
“I don't want Wade to show up and make Bob more on edge than he already is.” The time traveler admitted softly.
Peter gets a soft look on his face that Omen knows well. “I can talk to him, you know he means well-”
“Shnickums and Pookiepie! Daddy's home!”
“Shit.” The two omegas say in unison.
Omen walked out to the living room, with a soft smile on her face. It wasn't that she didn't love Wade. In fact Wade was one of the first men other than Bucky she had cuddled with. It was just- sigh, Wade was an alpha. A very dominant alpha who didn't always understand social boundaries. Specifically, he was really shit at regulating his pheromones. “Winston.” Omen teased.
“Omenifus!” He recoiled slightly. “Not to poke the bunny but you smell like you've been reading those smutty masked men books you enjoy so much.”
“WADE” Omen hisses, punching his arm. Wade has the decency to pretend like it hurt. “I do not like smutty masked men books!” The time traveler loved them actually. But Wade didn't need to tell Peter that.
“Be less obvious when it's your turn to choose a book for bookclub then!” Wade whispered back.
“Lights Out is a- a comedy!” Omen is drowning in embarrassment.
“And a stalker romance-” Wade interjects.
“HE'S NOT EVEN A REAL SERIAL KILLER!” Omen hisses again, slapping Wade's bicep. It wasn't like it would do anything to him. The man was practically made of vibranium.
“But you would find it hot if he was, right?” Wade wiggled his eyebrows and began whistling as Omen opened and shut her mouth several times.
“What?!? No!?!” She finally said clearing her mind, curls bouncing with her shaking head.
“Look Babygirl, there is nothing wrong with liking a little knife play-”
---
Bob was finally getting dressed when his nose twitched. What the fuck was that *irritating* smell? It made Void snarl as Bob pulled sweatpants on.
There is another alpha here. A dominant one. Void flexed his claws. No way was he letting some asshole claim what was his. So much for no other alphas huh?
Bob found his feet moving as the large shirt he was given was pulled over his head. He opened the door to hear some guy in a gray hoodie, baseball cap and surgical mask say “Look Babygirl, there is nothing wrong with liking a little knife play.” One minute Bob was standing in the doorway to his Angel’s bedroom, the next he was wrapped around the little Dove as he snarled at the man talking to his Omega about knife play.
His woman was tense in his arms for a moment. “Bob, can you take a breath for me? Through your mouth?” He tucked his head into her throat and inhaled through his nose. Pomegranates and something warmer. She smelled like this Persian pomegranate cake he had when he was traveling. The perfect mix of sugar, lemon, and pomegranate. He was Tantalus, unable to quench his thirst despite the water being right here in his arms.
surprisedEMBARRASSEDaroused
He growled low in his throat, nosing at her scent gland. Aroused? Did this insignificant, worthless, pathetic excuse for an alpha male her aroused? His mouth filled with saliva again, teeth elongating as Void opened his mouth.
“Didn't know you were into white boys who do black face.” The threat to his Dove crosses his arms.
“Wha- I'm not. Why would you-” Omen turns in Void's arms. “Hey!” the Angel grabs his face, going from calm to angry in a second. “You stop that right now!” The Void blinked at her. “I have prepared a very nice dinner for Bob. Give him back to me. Now!”
The Void was in awe of his fearless little Dove. Even with his fangs out she was more mad at him than worried about herself. He chuckled darkly, noticing the way she shivered. “Very well little Dove~ I will only be so patient.” Void retreated leaving Bob looking a little dazed and confused as she held his face.
“Hey, Bob.” Omen's voice is gentle as she speaks to him now. “Did you have a good shower?” He blushes hard and nods.
“Mm yeah.” Bob nods as the Angel let's go of his face. “Thanks. Can I help with… with… who is that?” Bob shakes his head, unable to get the scent out of his nose, stepping back into Omen's personal space. He needed to touch her or he would lose his mind.
“I'm friendly neighborhood Deadpool. I'm Omenii’s bestest friend in the whole wide universe!” The Deadpool guy smiles under his surgical mask. “Omen calls me Winston. Inside joke about New Girl. You wouldn't get it. But my Babyboy calls me-”
“Wade!” The kid (is he a kid?) from the couch earlier runs over and tackles the man who is just as tall and broad as Bob is. “Did you come all this way to see me?”
“Yup! And because I heard sleeping beauty woke up.” The guy catches him easily.
“Did you tease her about the book club?” The kid, (Peter?) scolds.
“Not-”
“Stop talking about the books! People are starving to death. Like Bob.” Omen looks up at him, pressing her weight into his side. “You're hungry for my cooking right?” Bob's stomach growls as he slides his massive hand into hers, fingers twitching. “See? Bob is hungry.”
“Ok ok.” Wade- Deadpool- whatever- carried Peter to the kitchen. “TV dinner?”
“Sure! I think that would probably make everyone feel a little less focused on.” Her attention turns back to Bob then, the other two heading back to the kitchen as they talk softly. Omen's vibrant green eyes looking him over in their moment alone. “Why did Void come out?”
He squirms uncomfortably. “Uh… I just. He wants- no we, we wanted to make sure you were safe.” The alpha's ears turn red and he can't look at her.
There is a pause as she looks at him, blinking, before she smiles. “Aww that's very sweet of you! But I promise I'm safe here. And it was very brave of you to try to protect me.” Did she really believe him? While what he said wasn't really a lie it wasn't the truth either. She seemed like a very observant person but perhaps this had just gone right over her head.
Don't let her keep doing things. Void brushes against his mind. She's shaking with exhaustion again.
Bob hadn't even registered it. Without thinking about it, he scooped her up. She squeaked at him. “What are you doing?” He walked into her living room and set her down on the huge plush couch. It was clear that when designing this space, a mixture of comfort and accessibility had been the main focuses. Besides the huge plush couch, there was an electric recliner and a massage chair. As he looked around, he also noticed an electric wheelchair.
He pointed to it curiously. “Why aren't you using that?”
“Uh…” embarrassmentSHAMEdisappointment “I just… need it when I go out.” That was bullshit, wasn't it? He wasn't a mind reader but it was clear from her scent that she had conflicting feelings about the mobility device. He still didn't really understand how she was sick if she was so powerful but it felt like the wrong time to ask that.
“I'll go help with the rest. You, um…” he looks around and quickly hands her the remote. “Pick something to watch.”
Omen frown and tries to get up. “Are you sure? I can-”
“No, you stay there. I'll be back in a second.” It was the least he could do for her. Before she could try to argue with him he disappeared into the other room.
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What the fuck was that about? It was very kind of him but it made her uncomfortable. People didn't take care of her, she took care of them. Bruce and Bucky were the only two people who noticed when things were getting too much for her. At least they were the only ones until now. Omen watched as Bob disappeared into her kitchen. She wasn't sure why she wanted Bob to like her space so much. The bold colors and crazy designs made her feel better, but it definitely wasn't everyone's taste.
At least he had given her a task. Turning on the large flatscreen TV, Omen tried to figure out what they should watch. She didn't want to watch something that was emotional. So it had to be something funny and upbeat without being romantic because Peter and Wade would start making out and she did *not* want to see that again. She decided on Porco Rosso, the studio Ghibli film.
A few moments later, Wade came out carrying the lap trays for TV nights just like tonight. He was followed by Peter carrying a huge serving platter filled with grilled cheese sandwiches and Bob who was carrying the pot of soup with a ladle. Wade went back to get the bowls and cutlery.
“Ooo! I love this movie!” Peter smiles, perching cross-legged on one side of Omen as both alphas share a look before serving the two of them. (If she had been paying closer attention she would notice that Bob only served her and that Wade only served Peter.)
“Thank you~” Omen whispers as she takes the bowl of soup and two sandwiches, setting them down on her tray. “I think you'll like this movie. Have you seen it before?”
She watches Bob sit next to her and he shakes his head. “No. It looks interesting. Is he a pig?”
“Yes! But he would rather be a pig than a fascist. So he's a good guy.” Omen smiles and starts the movie as they all settle in.
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Bob looked down as a head leaned against his arm, the credits rolling across the screen. Looking at his little Angel, her eyes were closed and breathing even. The tray was still across her lap and lifting it might accidentally jostle her. “Void… can we move the tray off them with our mind?” He whispers to himself.
Of course. So long as you hold her after. I'm not letting her out of our arms.
Bob raised his hand and focused. At first nothing happened, then they began to float, moving away from them and onto the coffee table. He looked over to see Wade giving him a thumbs up. Wade, as it turns out, was horribly scared. A part of him wondered what happened to the guy. The other part was annoyed at how handsome he still was. Currently Peter was asleep in the other alphas arms and the soft smile tugging at Wade's lips told him he wasn't interested in Omen. At least not the way Wade was interested in Peter.
“I'll get him home. Don't do anything I'd have to kill ya for.” Wade winks and slowly gets up so as not to wake Peter. “Nice meeting you.”
Bob nodded, watching Wade head to the elevator. Next to him, Omen snores softly. He can't help but smile as he gently lifts her and adjusts them both so he can hold her while she sleeps. He should tuck her into her bed... In her room...
But she is most vulnerable when she's asleep. She will sleep best with us inside her.
“What???” Bob blushed as he whispers back to void.
I meant, beside her. Void did not mean beside her. He meant inside her. Because Void already knew the place she was safest would be on their dick having mind blowing orgasm after orgasm.
Bob looked around and saw a blanket across the room. Omen seemed to keep the apartment pretty cold and while Bob was like a furnace, he didn't want her getting cold. Using his telekinetic powers he brought the blanket over to them and spread it over their bodies. His arms were a gentle cage around her body as her snores lulled him to sleep.
Cthulhu_In_A_Fleshsuit on Chapter 1 Sun 25 May 2025 06:30AM UTC
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