Prey

4: The Lone Alpha

Bucky Barnes was great company. As you ate your breakfast at the table, he sat across from you silently while you chatted about various topics ranging from the best movies he had missed over the years and all of the great new music genres he had to listen to. Once breakfast was over, you both were sitting on the couch as you scrolled through Tony's Netflix account, comfortable silence overtaking the room. Bucky was easy to talk to, and you didn't have to worry about awkward pauses between conversations. He was a quiet man to begin with, and you respected that. After what Hydra did to him, you were surprised he spoke at all.

"Why don't you pick a movie?" You said, breaking the silence.

Bucky looked at you, shifting on the couch. "I wouldn't know what to pick." He draped his metal arm over the back of the couch, leaning against one of the plush pillows.

You pouted playfully. "But Bucky, I want you to pick." You argued, which made him chuckle at your childish demeanor.

"Alright," he turned to the TV. "Hmm. . .how about that one? Titanic? I had to do a history paper on that in high school. You mean to tell me they made a movie from it?"

You grinned excitedly, Titanic was one of your top ten favorite movies. "Oh, yeah. Poor Leo, never got that Oscar for it." You clicked play as Bucky gave you a confused look, but you waved the remark away.

Halfway through the movie the team returned; Natasha's hair was frizzed from humidity and her face was slightly cut and bruised, Steve, Clint, Tony, and Thor were all filthy from head to toe and battered while Bruce was just as clean as when they had left. Apparently Code Green wasn't needed. You and Bucky looked up from the movie at the team, seeing the exhaustion in their eyes.

"Oh my gosh, I thought it was just a routine mission." You fussed while springing from the couch, your caring Omega instincts taking over you. You immediately ran to Steve and checked his face, a small smile appearing on his features as he gently held you out at arms length.

"We're fine (Name), I promise. We just didn't expect the ambush." His soothing, Alpha voice swept over you and you relaxed a little, but the worry was still there.

"I'm still going to take care of you. I want all of you in the living room so I can clean you up." The Omega showing on your face immediately made the team listen to you, relief and comfort sweeping over all of them. Nat and Clint took the couch next to Bucky, Tony sat at one of the bar stools with Bruce, Thor settled onto the floor while Steve relaxed in his armchair. Pulling your sleeves up your elbows you took a look at all of them before setting your hands on your hips. "Let me go get Wanda, it will make this go much faster."

The team sounded their approval as you left the room, making your way down the hall to Wanda's room. You knocked softly and waited patiently. Wanda emerged, tilting her head. "Yes?" She said.

"Sorry to disturb you Wanda, but the team is pretty beat up and I could use some help." You explained.

Wanda's Omega instincts immediately kicked in. "Oh! Of course, lead the way." You waved her with you to the medical room to grab supplies before heading back to the team.

You found Steve half asleep in his chair, Nat leaning on Clint while Tony seemed to have started his second drink. You handed Wanda a medical kit and made your way to Steve, gently shaking him awake before tending to the cut above his eyebrow. He winced every now and then while you dabbed alcohol on the cut and applied a bandage. After tending to his wounds you instructed him to go get a hot shower and some rest, Steve happily obliged. When you turned Wanda was working on Clint and Natasha, applying disinfectant on Nat's cut knuckles and giving Clint a bottle of water. Bucky stood from the couch and took some bandages from you, giving you a small smile.