Better Together: Green Series 6 (Pre-Serum Omega!Steve x Alpha!Bucky AU)

Forty-One

Rushing to get the dishes done and the soapy water drained, just so he wouldn't be so vulnerable. After all, omegas were taught to always be on guard and aware of their surroundings. Especially when there was a suspicious alpha. As he wiped his hands on the dish towel, he felt as though he had accomplished his task.

However, Brock seemed to be a speedy-urinator and a sneaky-stepper because Steve wasn't expecting him to be out of the restroom so soon. Nor did he expect the man to ask, "How've you been?"

Jumping nearly out of his skin, he turned to find Brock crouched, making silly faces at Kit. The irony was that the happiest baby Steve had ever met, let alone raised, didn't even crack a smile at him.

Biting back at his own grin at his youngest son clearly not liking the man, Steve neutrally answered, "Fine." And not wanting to be rude, he dismissively asked, "You?"

"Fine," Brock straightened to his full height. His eyes roamed over Steve's frame before he complimented, "You look nice."

"Um," Steve awkwardly shifted, not sure how gray joggers and an old Class of 2010 shirt was nice, but he politely accepted, "Thank you."

"Of course, I bet it'd be difficult for you to not look nice."

Ice ran through Steve's veins, shocking his entire system and making him freeze entirely. He wasn't even sure he blinked. But he must have because one moment, Brock was six feet away, then the next he was standing right in front of him. And worse than that, the alpha was acting entirely too familiar with him as he pushed Steve's hair from his face, letting his hand linger.

Then, Brock's hand on his cheek was the last of Steve's problems when his lips pressed against Steve's. Suddenly, white hot rage thawed him, and Steve was able to push the alpha back. Aggressively, Brock hit his back against the island.

"What the fuck?!" Steve questioned, his eyes wide and breathing erratic from the pure adrenaline coursing through him.

"Hey," Brock chuckled, "Calm down."

"Calm down?" Steve's hands curled into fists by his side as he repeated, "Calm down?! How can I be calm when you just kissed me?!"

"Oh, come on," Brock reached for him again. Almost taunting Steve as he incorrectly assumed, "Like you haven't been thinking about me. At my beach, I saw how you looked at me."

Pushing him away again, Steve asked, "Why the fuck would I think about you?!"

Rolling his eyes, Brock scoffed, "Why wouldn't you?"

"I'm married," Steve enunciated. Really wanting to get his point across, "I'm bonded! To your friend!"

Brock gave him a look that screamed, "And?" And Steve wanted to scream. Especially when Brock said, "He wouldn't have to know. Lots of people cheat after a miscarriage. It's understandable for people to seek solace. Just look at Bucky. He sought out other people."

"For group therapy!" Steve's voice went all high and squeaky in his disgust and hysteria. Of course, that was nothing compared to what Brock said next.

"I'd treat you good. I'm a doctor. You saw my house. I can buy you anything you want; just say the word. Buy you things that a mechanic couldn't even dream about buying for you."

Briefly gritting his teeth, Steve spit out, "I'm not a whore. I can't be bought, you fucking creep! What would your omega think?"