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Tony Stark had many secrets believe it or not; one of them he wouldn't admit to anyone, but he stilled suffered from nightmares. They were night terrors, happening frequently, something terribly darker than any childish notion such as the closet monster. Most believed he was an insomniac, but in reality, it wasn't that he couldn't sleep, it was because he refused to; and the only reason he worked late to the point of delirious exhaustion was because it was then, when his head finally hit the pillow, he wouldn't dream of anything.
His nightmares weren't always the same, sometimes it was the cold nights of Afghanistan. Tony could hear the bullets wizzing past his head, and the Stark missle exploding, sending shards of metal into his chest, sinking deep and steadily inching closer to his heart. He could feel the strands of hope tickling his soul when he saw the beginnings of light from the entrance of the cave, he remembers that hope diminishing as Yinsen's lifeless fingers fell from his grip.
Tony has nightmares of Stane pulling his arc reactor free from his chest. The light of it disappearing into the briefcase, the complete helplessness he felt when he was paralyzed for those fifteen agonizing minutes. The terrors seem so real to Tony as if he is reliving every moment, he can remember the way the sweat dripped down his face, blinding him from his goal, and the chillness of the sleek glass case that contained the first reactor sliding out of reach. When he thought it was all over, and yet, Dummy was always there to save him.
There were dreams of his parents mangled bodies, Tony can say he never actually saw their lifeless corpses in person, but the pictures of the accident more than enough to full his imagination. There was glass sparkling among the pavement like diamons, metal contorted into a deadly steal trap, and a curtain of blood upon the glass splintered windows, hiding the death within.
Tony dreamt of Pepper and Rhodey finally leaving. Their backs turned to him, slowing fading into the darkness of his mind, and no matter how hard he ran he could never reach their shadows. However, on this particular night he dreamt of something he feared and yearned for the most, his most kept secret and his deepest fear. It was of arms; strength and protection coiled in the muscles, wrapping around him, containing him, and freeing him. It was of lips; several pairs pressing against his own and trailing upon his slim form and it was of tongues licking sweat that trinkled down the length of his spine. It was of teeth sinking into the flesh of his neck, marking him, owning him. It was of love and it was of life; his belly would be swollen with it, large and round, and pregnant with the essence of him and his lovers. A baby.
Tony would wake shaking, tangled in his sheets, hands frantically grasping at his flat stomach, and tears would silently escape his eyes. He was an Omega, one capable of carrying a child, and yet, Tony had done the one thing none had done before, pass as a Beta. He couldn't say he was proud, for it hadn't been his idea to start with, it had been his fathers, and his fear and shame of being an Omega hadn't been his to begin with either. When he had Presented his gender at the tender age of fourteen, it had set of a chain of events which would change the course of his future, such as his parents withdrawing from him. Their anguish of having an Omega son warped his own feelings of being one.
Tony grew up to hate what he was, to be ashamed of his gift, and to fear what he could never have, a family. He continued to hide his true self, accepting his fate of being alone (except for the one night stands with beautiful women and a few men, however even they could not put out the fire in his loins completely), for no one could discover the truth or everything would fall apart.
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Tony dreaded the day his secret was discovered and feared the chance of happiness that it might entail.
When he would wake, sweating, shaking, scared, he would climb out of bed and head down to the workshop. He would build, weld, and hammer out his frustrations. Sometimes it was to the point his he bleed or his fingers just couldn't keep their grasp on the object in his hand and when his fingers were weak, arms heavy, and muscles twitching from exhaustion he knew it would be alright to sleep once more.
On one such night, he started on an invention that would revolutionize the way of Omega life, it was a small, delicate piece of metal designed to fit around one's wrist. Tony called it the Suppressor Bracelet (or SRB for short) because Tony couldn't think of anything better and that was exactly what it did. It sent something similar to a mental jammer, it prevented the body from releasing chemicals such as hormones and pheromones, repressing bonding urges, hiding scents, and suppressing any mating desires of any kind. However, the best part was it prevented pregnancy and Heats, which Tony believed were one of the worse parts of being an Omega. Heats were unbearable, lasting nearly a week every month, he was left desperately wanting to be pressed down, stretched open, and filled. The only thing was no one knew he was an Omega, except for Pepper, god bless her soul, so he was left alone and wanting. It would be the end of the O-Pill (Omega Pill, take one once a day) which sadly only dampened the physical qualities of an Omega, including masking their scents and preventing unwanted pregnancies, it didn't however, affect Heats. However, his invention was only in it's baby stages, only a prototype and Tony had yet to test it.
Tony finished fiddling with a few wires before tucking them back into the compartment and shutting the lid. He streched, groaning as muscles flexed and relax, before he yawned. "Jarvis, what time is it?"
"It is seven-thirty four, sir." The AI replied. "The weather is partly sunny with a thirty percent change of rain."
"Awesome, awesome," Tony mumbled, patting his stomach as it rubbled with hunger. "Are the others up yet?"
"Yes, they are all gathered in the kitchen." Jarvis answered. "Maybe it would be a good time to feed yourself sir? May I also remind you that you have yet to take your pills today."
"Your such a mother hen, Jarvis." Tony grinned, he opened the draw pulling out the white plastic container. He struggled with the child safety lid, always had, before popping in one tablet.
"Only for you sir. I can't help myself." Tony stood up, steadily making his way up the steps and to the kitchen.
Tony could say for once in his life he was actually content, despite the nightmares he had, he had found a purpose in life besides making things blow up. The Avengers had become a family, a slightly disfunctional one, but Tony couldn't complain. Tony came to an understanding with Natasha, forgiving her for lying when she had 'pretended' to be his assistant, once they had cleared the air she had become like an older sister, affectionate one minute then teasingly catty the next. Clint was easy to get along with, especially since they had the same sense of humor, sarcastically witty, and a wicked love for pissing Fury off.
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Which was the exact problem Tony had when it came to Bruce, Steve, and Thor; they were Alphas. It was drastically different with them than it was with Clint and Natasha, with the SHILED opperatives he was safe, knowing they could never trully claim him. Even when Tony took his pills to muffle his Omega urges, with the Alphas of the group, there was always an undertone of wanting to fall to his knees and spread himself for them. The feeling was always at the back of his mind but over time it had become easy to ignore.
There was light peaking around the partially closed door when he reached the kitchen. Tony hung back, silently leaning against the kitchen entry way, listening to the quiet mutterings of Clint prodding Natasha to speak.
From across the way he caught the red head's eye, the briefest flicker of green was her only acknowledgement of him before she finally answered the archer. "Fury called me in, said was urgent, apparently there had been some talk going around the Omega Trafficking Ring." Something cold washed up onto Tony's shoulders, it sent shivers down his spine, freezing him in place. Any word of the OTR could do that to an Omega, the mere utterance of it causing Fear to descend upon their bodies, a dread to tangle around their throats, leaving them breathless and terrified.
"What about it?" Steve asked with a sharp menacing tone. There was a warning laced within the words, triggering something deep within Tony, the wanting to fall to the ground, lay on his back, and bare his belly and neck.
Natasha spoke quietly, informing the others of a possible mission and Clint spoke up when the silence became to much.
Thor looked confused and hurt. "Why would anyone do such a thing? In Asgard, Omegas are even more rae there than they are here and they are cherished for their gracious gift. It's one of the reasons I came here. To find a life-mate."
"It's just the way humans are, seflish and greedy." Bruce said, shoulders hunching over with defeat.
Steve finally spoke, his voice painfully wary. "It didn't use to be like that." It struck a chord in Tony's heart to hear his friends sound so terribly lost. He couldn't imagine what Steve felt to wake in a completely new world, alone. The man had lost everything he had known, his loved ones, his dreams, and his chances for love. Or how Thor might feel, the thought of finding his Chosen, slowly and steadily fading to a mere whisper of a dream, or even Bruce who deserved happiness and acceptance more than anyone else, especially after all that he had been through.
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Natasha was quiet for a moment, setting her fork down and pushing aside her fruit bowl. "We've only gotten word about this a few days ago but apparently the abductions have been going on for a few months now."
"How has no one done anything about this yet?" Bruce eyes flashed.
"It wasn't brought to SHIELD's attention until it had became a serious matter--"
Thor's hand suddenly slammed down on the table, a crack splittering down the middle. "Of course it's a serious matter!" His blue eyes were razor sharp with a building anger, an anger that only Bruce and Steve could empathize with, an anger only an Alpha could produce. The Betas could feel the tension in the room thicken, hairs on the back of their necks standing on end, and muscles bunching with apprehension. Clint's back was ramrod straight, sitting as still as he could, only his eyes moved, nervously darting from one Alpha to the next. The archer wasn't the only one affected by the Alpha's imposing threat, Tony's shoulders tensed; he licked his lips anxiously while his hands clenched into fists under the table, unnoticed.
Natasha's trigger fingers twitched as she raised her hands calmly. She dropped her voice to a soothing whisper, hoping to placate the god, "I know it's serious, I know. It just didn't fall into SHIELD's jurisdiction until bodies started to pile up. Now that they are taking Bonded mates the governement can't ignore it anymore. Not while people are starting to riot and Alphas going crazy and even being killed while defending their Chosen. They died honorable deaths."
Thor retracted his hand from the dent he created, a little bit ashamed at his reaction. "Please except my apologies, I did not mean to react in such a manner." Thor, being a demi-god, had lived a long life and in his long life liked to believe he had some control over his Alpha side. However, hearing of the cruelty and fear Omegas had to face everyday broke his heart. The need to protect came bursting forth from his soul and he silently vowed he would never allow his Omega, once he found him, to ever feel scared or mistreated.
The tension melted away slightly, leaving room for the Betas to breath. Tony couldn't help but chuckle, trying to lighten the mood, "Don't worry about it big guy. With all the damages you lot do when saving the world," he gestured wildly to the group before him, "the table is the least of your worries."
"What do you mean 'you lot?' If I remember correctly wasn't it you who used a fire hydrant and a tree to fight off those rabid hamsters last week," Bruce questioned, there was a small smirk tugging on his lips. "I'm surprised PETA didn't sue you, really."
"Seriously." Clint laughed. "God, those little boogers were everywhere! I thought for sure one was going to gnaw my leg off!"
"I wanted to keep Hamilton," Thor sighed.
Tony sighed heavily, rubbing his grease-stained hands through his dark tresses, managing to make several parts of hair stand straight up. "We've talked about this Thor, Hamilton was a rabid man-eating hamster, you couldn't keep him. Although, if you're good, maybe we can get a dog or a cat or something."
Thor banged his fist on the table again, this time with happiness, but it didn't stop the crack in the table from becoming bigger. "Yes, I have always wanted a Boigle!" He smiled and Tony's heart melted.
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"A Boigle," Thor stared at each of them, waiting for the moment when realization might strike them, when nothing happened he continued, "It's a dog in Asgard. They are known for their armored hides and giant stone-breaking horns."
"Um, Thor, may I ask exactly how big is this thing?" Steve questioned worriedly.
"Hmm I would say the size of one of those vehicles I've seen on TV that smashes the other puny ones."
"You mean a monster truck?" Clint asked.
Thor nodded happily. "Yes!"
"Sorry, big guy let's get something a tad smaller, ok?" Tony suggested. "What about a cat? Do you have any of those in Asgard."
"Oh yes! A Twingal." Thor replied. "They are very intelligent creatures known for their ten legs and venomous fangs."
Natasha smirked and Clint laughed at the face Tony was making, even Bruce and Steve couldn't help but chuckle at Tony's plight. Their laughter had started to die down when Tony's cell phone began to ring, the tone of Beethoven's Fifth Symphony reaching their ears, and letting Tony know Pepper was calling.
"You know what Thor, we'll talk about that later ok?" Tony smiled before answering his phone. "Yeah, what do you want?"
"Hello to you too!" Pepper said. "I just want to remind you that the big-wig gala is tomorrow night at seven--" Tony groaned, banging his head on the table. "I have already ordered your suit and it will be delievered tomorrow morning."
"You're coming too right?" Tony whined.
"Of course I am. I wouldn't leave you to fend off the wolves alone," Pepper giggled, "Though you deserve it."
"That's not very nice."
Pepper continued on completely ignoring Tony's quip. "Happy's going to pick you up at a quarter to seven, be ready. These are very important people, Tony, one's that could help back the company."
"It's not that we need it." Tony grumbled.
Pepper sighed. "You haven't looked at the papers I emailed to you did you?"
"No..." Tony thought back, he had been so busy on the Omega's bracelet that he hadn't had the time to check his messages.
"Tony, each time the Avengers fight battles, the damages start to add up and yes we have the money to easily back the SHILED and the Avengers, but there is the possibility in the future we might have to make some sacrifices. I think it would just be best to get some backing now so we don't have to worry about it later."
"Alright, alright. I'll see you tomorrow sweetcheeks. Smooches." Tony made some kissy sounds into the transmitter befor hanging up. A cup of coffee was placed in front of him, with a squeal of delight Tony grasped the cup, and smelled the delicious aroma rising from the contents of the mug.
"So it sounds like you are going to be busy tomorrow?" Steve asked.
Taking a sip of the lecture within, Tony moaned contently, "Yep, got to go to a boring party tomorrow night. Why?"
"Tomorrow's movie night," Natasha answered, lips curving in a devious smile. "And it's your turn to pick the movie."
"What?!" Tony yelped. "That's not fair."
Clint grinned. "Life's never fair, muwhahahaha!"
"Why are you laughing Robin Hood? You don't get to pick the movie either, it's Bruce's turn after me." Tony laughed. "Now if you gentlemen and lovely lady don't mind, I'm going to go sleep the day away. Hold my calls." Tony stood up and left the room, and couldn't help smiling when he heard Clint whine about how Bruce always made them watch documentaries. Walking down the hall to his bedroom, he couldn't help but feel something was going to happen, something bad. He always got this way when his Heat was getting close but it always proved to be a figment of his imagination, shrugging off the thought, he stripped down to the nude, and climbed into bed. The white sheets were soothingly cold against his suddenly warm skin, moaning he rubbed himself further into the linens, seeking more freshly chilled fabric. He found a comfortable spot on his side facing the window. "Jarvis dim the panels and turn on the AC, please?"
"Of course sir." The window panes darkened, denying the light entrance into the room, and Tony felt a refreshing breeze start to fill the air.
Tony moaned happily. "Thanks Jarvis. Night."
"Good night sir."
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You have no clue how much you've uplifted my spirits with this. I've been feeling down for the past couple of weeks (month) and believe it or not...this has started to help me out of my slump. I can't wait till we get the Alphas realizing Tony is an Omega because <3<3<3
[Tempts you with bait]...erm I mean fanart :)
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*coughs* I have to agree with you that alpha/omega & dom/sub fics are the best! they hit my kink chord so good and i cant help but want to bathe in them!
Also its an honor to know that my fic is worthy of fanart! its make me so excited! you would be taking my fanart viginity if you do it and no im not pressuring you! *makes grabby hands*
Its also uplifting to hear my fic is making a differnce in your life, i hope its gets better. real life can suck hairy balls! *showers you with happiness and love*
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But yeah...totally trying to get past that [nod nod]
Anyways...I know we aren't the only ones who have a kink for these kind of fics. To be honest, I only heard of Alpha/Omega-verse through the Merlin fandom kinkmeme. I didn't care too much about the characterization...but there was also knotting in there that made me go "Oh come one...one step away from werewolves!" My other kink is werewolf![insert character] since I don't see too many of them compared to vampires. N E ways... :) heheh Omega!Tony <3<3<3
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gah! im sorry that you feel low hopefully this episode isnt too long and everything gets better! :) also just give you a little incentive for sketchs (and some smiles) ill throw in some knotting. *suggestive eyebrow wiggle*
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Oh YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!
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So...when's your next update you insanely pleasing filler you?
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anywho update is tonight my lovely darling reader! :)
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