Secrets Don't Make Friends

Chapter Three: Stop Pretending to be a Hero

Notes:

Welcome to Chapter 3! For the record I do not normally update this quickly - so future chapters will have a bit of a longer wait to them! Sorry!

**TRIGGER WARNING**
This chapter contains some rape-y vibes. No rape happens, but the vibes are there. And strong. So please be forewarned!

Chapter 3:

Tony sat back in the comfy dining room chair, legs crossed and hands folded in his lap, fingers twitching towards sunglasses he didn't have in a phantom attempt to cover his eyes so that the alpha sitting across from him wouldn't be able to see it whenever he rolled them.

As it was, Tony had to keep a tight rein on his emotions and physical reactions, lest he give away more than he wanted to.

All the negotiating had already been taken care of prior to the bite and signing of the paperwork.

Tony understood what was expected of him, just as he understood that this was just another way of Rogers rubbing his nose in his new position.

See? Rogers' eyes seemed to shine at him from across the large oak dining table, I'm in charge now and I can make your life miserable.

Tony clenched his jaw, back molars grinding together in attempt to stop the groan of frustration that wanted to escape.

It was like he was back to living with dear old Dad again, from the stern disapproval and creased brow to the dictator like list of what his daily schedule was going to be.

At least there weren't those damn Omega decorum classes, which had been inflicted on Tony throughout his teenage years.

So much bowing and scraping.

Was your Alpha angry? This is what you need to do to soothe that hot temper.

Has he withdrawn from the mating? Here's how to spark his interest again.

Gentle manipulation was what young Tony Stark had been taught. Ways to guide and shape events into a desired outcome. Speaking out and speaking up, of course, was never an option.

Was it hot in here?

Tony resisted the urge to pull at his collar as a wave of heat wracked his body. Nerves. He was nervous.

If Steve was anything like Howard, Tony's life from here on out was going to be hell. He barely concealed his flinch at the thought.

 At least Howard didn't have super soldier strength, Tony mused bitterly. If Steve were to beat him even lightly it might just land him in the hospital. Not that Tony necessarily thought he would, he gave Rogers and assessing glance, but the fact of the matter was that Tony recognized that he could be...well, Tony.

Pushing buttons was just kinda what he did.

Sometimes his mouth got away from him before his brain could catch up, and well, hell, it kept the boredom at bay. Something told him that it would be a bad idea to push any of Steve's buttons though, at least until he warmed up to Tony. If 

If he warmed up to Tony.

"The team is currently on a mission," Steve was saying, finally something that caught Tony's attention, his cheeks were starting to hurt from the polite interest he had schooled onto his features "and they should be back in a week or less. So that will give you time to acclimate to your new routine. When the pack is in residence it is your responsibility to cook and clean for them. Three square meals. Snacks they can take care of themselves."