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omega sickness

okay this references some sexy times and an omega in heat so if that makes you uncomfy this is not the fic for you and obviously, this includes a/b/o dynamics. if you don't like it, don't read it :)

      Peter had been in heat for almost two weeks until Harley started to feel nervous. The poor omega already has harsh heats, with high fevers and intense cramps. Harley currently has his mate curled on his lap in the bath tub, soaking in the cold water. Peter's temperature has been too high for far too long- and the Alpha was struggling with keeping his own scent calm.
      "Alpha." Peter whines, digging his nose into Harley's scent gland on his neck.
      "Shhh, I know baby." Harley soothes, running his hand along Peter's bare hip. "You're okay. It's okay."
      Peter whimpered as Harley runs a thumb over his abused hole, and Harley knows how sore the poor boy must be. It's been 12 days of fingers, knots, and toys- all in a futile attempt to get Peter's inner omega to settle.
      "I think we need to go visit the MedBay, darlin'." Harley sighs. It was really a last resort option for them, but-super powered or not-Peter's body can not handle this elongated heat. Harley keeps that in mind as the omega starts to sob in his arms.
     "N-no." He sobs pathetically. "'M sorry. Don' wanna."
     "You've done nothing wrong, Peter." The alpha shushes. "We just can't have you running this hot any longer." Harley pulls the drain in the tub and goes back to consoling the distressed omega. "It's okay, it's okay. Just breathe, baby. Cho is gonna get you feeling all better."
      "N-Need," Peter writhes helplessly, sobbing in his Alpha's arms ,"need Alpha."
      "I'm sorry, darlin'." Harley hoists them out of the tub, concerned by how fast Peter's heated skin is drying the droplets of water. "This isn't something I can fix on my own."
      "Your knot." The boy cries. "Jus' need your knot. Please. Please. Please." The pleads of his omega make Harley's heart stutter with sadness. He wishes he could take away the pain, wishes that he knew what was wrong.
      "No, darlin'. Something is wrong." Harley says sternly, getting them both dressed in just boxers and dressing himself in a pair of sweatpants. "This is not a normal heat. It's been a week, baby. I've knotted you at least 40 times by now. We're going to Cho and we're going to get you feeling better."
      "No." Peter whines, holding onto Harley like a koala as they exit his room. "No more alphas."
      "Okay." Harley concedes, understanding how being near other Alphas could be overwhelming for his mate. "How about Bruce? Is a beta okay?" Bruce would be just as qualified and caring as Helen, Harley trusted him to take good care of his boy.
       "Uncle Bruce." Peter agrees with watery eyes, the tears unable to stop flowing even as they make their way to the elevator. "A-and Dad."
       "Sounds good, babes. FRI, take us to the MedBay and tell Bruce and Tony to meet us there." Harley says to the ceiling (even though, logically, he knows that FRIDAY isn't actually in the ceiling).
       Harley scents Peter on their way down, hoping to somewhat soothe the omega's anxiety. The doors open and Bruce and Tony somehow beat them down, as they're waiting for them at the MedBay entrance.
      "Hey, bubba." Tony greets gently, running his hand through Peter's hair to discreetly feel how warm he's running. "You must be feeling pretty crummy huh?" He sympathizes.
      "I've got a room with scent proof walls set up, so we should be good." Bruce says, always getting straight to the point.
      "Alpha." Peter whines, bucking his hips against Harley, still in the midst of heat.
      "Relax, baby." Harley chides. "Just relax." Peter continues to rut against Harley's hip, embarrassingly cumming in his pants once they reached the bed. "Good boy, it's okay." The alpha praises, helping Peter come down from his high. "I've got you, you're okay."
       "S-sorry." He sobbed, now overwhelmed and embarrassed. "I-I- sorry."
      "You're alright darlin'. You can't help it can you?" Harley lays down on the bed, bringing Peter down to lay on top of him. "None of us are mad, and you have nothing to be embarrassed about." He makes sure Peter's looking into his eyes as he tells him this.
"Let's get you in a gown so we can figure out what's going on." Bruce instructs, grabbing a gown from a nearby cabinet. Harley helps the still crying boy into the gown, slipping off his sticky boxers once it's tied in the back.
"There we go, I bet that feels better." Harley's trying to look on the bright side, but Peter had yet to stop crying and Harley isn't sure how much water Peter's body has to spare at this point.
"Let's get you laying down, Peter." Bruce suggests, helping the teen get situated, his head of curls still resting in Harley's lap. Bruce knows how important contact with an alpha is during an omega's heat.
"Dad." Peter whimpers, looking with watery eyes over to his father, who has a comforting smile on his face.
"We're going to figure out what's going on, Bambi." Tony says, grabbing onto one of Peter's hands and kneeling at his bedside. "You just gotta relax and let Brucie do his job."
"Okay, Pete, I need to take a look under your gown to find out what's going on. Is that okay?" Bruce asks, taking things slow with the distressed omega. Peter lets out a whine high in his throat, clearly conflicted.
"Yes and no." He says. "M nervous." The boy admits. "W-what if somethin's wrong?" Peter's nervous eyes meet his mate's and his dad's before settling on Bruce.
"Then we'll fix it. Everyone's goal right now is to help you, Peter." Bruce reassures. "We'll take this at your pace. If you need to take a break or your feeling overwhelmed, let me know and I'll stop."
"M'kay." Peter mumbles, taking a shaky breath. He squeezes his dad's hand for comfort, turning his face towards Harley's stomach in embarrassment. The poor boy is still shaking with heat, his body straining to keep up with his biology.
"Alright, bud." Bruce states, snapping in a pair of gloves, wheeling his stool to the end of Peter's bed. "Are you going to be able to keep your legs open, or do you want me to get the stirrups?" He asks, Peter blushing at the question.
"I-l-" Peter starts unsure of the answer to that question.
"How about we start without?" The doctor suggests. "Then if we need to we can resort to the stirrups."
"Y-yeah." Peter tries to sound sure with his answer, but his head just feels all muddy and he's finding it hard to concentrate.
Bruce helps Peter bend his legs and Peter lets out another whine of embarrassment, sobbing as he feels himself leak slick on to the bed below.
"Sorry." He cries, thoroughly embarrassed from the days events.
"Everything is okay, Peter. I promise." Bruce puts a comforting hand on Peter's knee, looking into the scared omega's eyes. "You don't have to apologize for your biology. We all understand that your still not your best right now, and you're probably feeling very overwhelmed. Just remember, we can take a break whenever you need one, okay?"
"Kay." Peter hiccuped, Harley wiping away the younger's tears. "M ready."
"Okay, I'm just gonna have a feel first, I need to cover all of the potential problems." Bruce informs, keeping his tone comforting but professional, before he begins.
      "A-Alpha." Peter cries reaching to hold onto Harley. The omega side of him feels conflicted and confused. Part of his body craves the touch, but he knows it's not his alpha.
"Right here, darlin'." The blonde alpha reassures, using his thumb to swipe away Peter's tears.
"Alright," Bruce starts, slipping of his slick soaked gloves ,"I'm not seeing any scar tissue or tearing, which is good. That means this isn't trauma or injury induced." Harley lets out a sigh of relief at that, he doesn't know what he'd to if he had hurt his boy. "I'm going to grab a few cold compresses to help cool him down, because over heating is still very dangerous." Tony and Harley both nod at the doctor.
"What do you think it is?" Harley turns his head to look at Tony, worried about the boy in his lap.
"I'm not sure." The older man sighs, wiping a hand down his face. "For some reason his body won't stop producing heat hormones."
Bruce comes back with the cold compresses, velcroing (is that a word?) them around Peter's wrists and resting one on his forehead- Peter whining at the cold touch.
"Those should at least help keep him at a safe temperature until we figure out the source of the problem." The beta conquers. "Now I'll just need to get a blood sample to see if we can locate the cause..." he trails of wearily.
"Yeah good luck with that." Tony scoffs. "We still need to hold him down when he gets shots." Peter whines at the mention of a needle.
"Well, we can't hold him down. He can still throw us both across the room- even in this state." Harley points out, running his hand through Peter's hair.
"Do you think he'd be okay with Steve being here?" Bruce tries.
"No alphas." Peter protests weakly.
"We need a blood sample to find out what's wrong." Harley explains to the distraught omega. "Do you think you'll be able to hold still?" He asks genuinely.
       "P-please no." Peter hiccups. It's not his fault he has a needle phobia.
       "Shhh, it's okay." Harley whispers to the distressed omega, scenting him to calm him down.
       "Peter." Tony uses the boy's full name to get his attention. "Is it okay if Papa comes down here?" He keeps his voice light and soft. "So he can come an and hold you?"
"Papa?" Peter repeats, eyes glassy from heat.
"Just Papa." Tony assures. "He'd never hurt you." Peter looks to Harley as if to confirm if that's true.
"Never." Harley nods. "You'll be safe, always safe with us."
"Okay." Peter agrees meekly.
"K, FRI; send Stevie down here." Tony tells his AI.
Unsurprisingly, Steve makes it down to the MedBay in 2 minutes flat. He rushes over to his boy that he hasn't seen in almost two weeks and gently cups his face in his large hands.
"Oh, Bambi." The older alpha croons, happy that Peter melts into his touch rather than turning away from it. He picks Peter up into his arms and shushes the distressed omega gently. "I know, I know." He sits down on the, now empty, bed. The captain holds Peter tight in his arms, used to having to hold him down during things like this.
Not that it stops his heart from breaking as Peter cries.
"I know you're feeling bad, Bambi." Steve coos as Bruce approaches them with the needle. "We'll fix it. We always do." The father continues to murmur sweet nothings to the boy in his lap while Bruce does his job. The boy doesn't put up nearly as much of a fight as usual, he's probably too tried to do much more, but Steve was definitely needed as the boy's super strength was still peaking through. Peter pitifully cries against his Papa's chest as Bruce removes the needle, excusing himself to go run some tests. "You're okay." Steve places a hand against Peter's head, holding him against his own chest. He rocks them slowly, using techniques he used to do to soothe Peter when he was a young child. The youngest finally feels content surrounded by his three greatest protectors, his inner omega starting to settle down.
They sit in silence for the next few minutes, basking in the peace after the chaos. Peter keeps his heated forehead against his Papa, who's seems to always run cold (perhaps it's a side effect of the ice? Not that Peter's complaining.). Everyone looks up as Bruce re-enters the room.
"Did you find out what's wrong?" Tony asks, biting on his thumb nail out of habit.
"Yeah." Bruce says simply. "I think Peter was injected with heat hormones."
"What?" Harley almost yells, backing down when Peter whimpers.
"There's traces of unnatural heat hormones in his system." Bruce sighs, pulling up a hologram to show Peter's blood results. "I don't know when or how but, those definitely aren't his natural hormones."
"It would've had to have been before he came home." Harley says. "He hasn't left my side for the past two weeks—how are they even still in his system?" Harley can feel his anger and anxiety bubbling to the surface.
"My guess is he was in pre-heat when he was injected, but his metabolism just kind of delayed the reaction rather than get rid of it completely." The doctor tries to explain. "They seem to be dying down, but that explains why Peter's heat has been going on for twice as long."
"Because he has double the amount of heat hormones." Tony finishes. "So, basically, it was a failed sex trafficking attempt—I mean that's really the only reason he would have any artificial heat hormones in his system." Bruce agrees with a grimace.
"What do we do?" Harley worriedly asks the adults in the room.
"Kill whatever son of a bitch did this to him." Tony growls.
"Tony." Steve chides, keeping his tone light for the distressed omega in the room. "You keep him cool and help him finish the rest of his heat."
"He'll be okay?" Harley looks to Bruce this time.
"He'll probably feel sick after, similar to the effects someone would feel from heatstroke." The doctor says with a frown. "But for now, yes, he's fine and he'll make a full recovery. I recommend using ice packs and maybe taking a few more cold baths. And, of course, be gentle." Harley can't help but blush behind the implication of those last words.
"You got it, doc." He smiles, thankful that Peter will be okay.
"Alpha." The boy in question whines. Peter reaches up for Harley and is only satisfied once he's in the boy's arms.
"Go take care of him." Tony encourages, sending them back to their room. Giving Peter a quick kiss on the cheek before they leave. Once they're out of earshot he turns back to the two other adults in the room. "We're gonna go kill that bitch now right?"
"The other guy might have to make an appearance." Bruce frowns, Tony pats him on the back with a smirk.
"I knew I loved you, Brucie."

THE END

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