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"Hey May," Peter slung his backpack onto the dining table and wandered into the kitchen, before taking his headphones off and looking for a snack. He knew they still had some popsicles and it was warm outside. The leaves had just started turning, but the air was warm enough today to justify having one without feeling too childish.

"Hey Peter, how was school?" May had an unusual edge to her voice. She must have had a long shift. 

"Good, I didn't, like, cry today or anything, so that's a plus," Peter joked. “There was this DVD player in the dumpster over in the alley," Peter bent down and dug around in the freezer drawer. "and this crazy car parked out--Peter stood up with the blue raspberry popsicle he'd been looking for and froze.

He really picked the wrong day to wear an Iron Man shirt.

Peter threw the frozen treat in the sink and rushed over. "I am so sorry Mr. Stark Sir, I'm Peter," he stuck his hand out and Tony shook it, smiling. The man's scent hit him hard. An instant rush ran through him, and he wobbled on his feet. Oh God, he'd been shaking his hand too long, how much time had passed? Peter pulled his hand away, sweating now. 

"You alright, kid?" the Suddenly Very Attractive Alpha asked. Peter blinked, feeling a little fuzzy.

"Peter, we can get your medicine," May said.

"No! I'm fine, it's not that. I just...wow, Sir, I'm really glad to, uh. To meet you, and..." Peter trailed off as his eyes landed on his homemade Spider-Man suit laid out on the recliner. 

He instantly sobered and looked back at May. 

"Seriously?" he gestured to the suit. "What is this, an intervention?"

"Oh, you're looking at me with your seriously? Peter!"

"May, I'm so sorry--"

"We're going to have a long talk about this."

"Right now?" Peter looked at Tony, who smiled gently. The bastard. Did he even know how he just upended Peter's life? God, he was beautiful, though. Peter tried taking deep breaths, trying not to hyperventilate. Oh no. That was breathing in his scent.

"Yes, right now. How long have you been able to lift cars? How long have you been doing this?"

"Um, like six months." Peter tried not to breathe.

"I think maybe some training is in order," Tony chimed in.

Oh God, I've been training my whole life for you.

"The acrobatics are damn impressive, kid, but you could fine-tune all of your hand-to-hand skills with our training facility. State of the art."

"I--" Peter opened and closed his mouth like a fish.

"He doesn't need to be an avenger," May said. Peter's stomach dropped. He was getting whiplash from this conversation. "Peter, with your condition--"

"Oh my God, It doesn't matter, May, I've been fine," Peter said. Anything to stop her from going on about his condition. She worried way too much. He'd storm away and bury himself in his nest, but Tony Fucking Stark was right in front of him, smelling like an edible arrangement of different types of sin.

Peter sighed. "How did you get the suit? I hid that suit," he said. 

"Peter, you've always hidden things in the attic access. Remember when Ben was setting the rat traps and he found your fourth-grade diary?"

If the ground could swallow him now, that would be great, Peter thought. Tony looked amused. 

"What diary?" Peter tried.

May gave him a flat look. 

"Okay, fine, I'm sorry, it's just. This is a lot right now." Peter covered his face. "Just...you" he gestured to Tony, "and the suit, and the training and I can't just upend everything, I was having a good day."

"So was I, Peter," May said harshly.

"Can I take a minute and talk to him?" Tony asked May.

"Sure," May said, frowning.

Tony put a gentle hand on his back and led Peter to his room. He barely touched him, but his skin burned. He needed more, and he didn't know why. It felt like one of his episodes, the rejection damage, but stranger and stronger. If he told Peter he couldn't be his...

Wait.

Why would Peter be his? Get it together, Peter. He sat on the bed, and the actual avenger sat on his shitty desk chair. He half expected it to turn to gold. Gold-titanium alloy, maybe.

"Peter, kid," Tony said softly. Peter's eyes snapped up to his face. "You are not the first Omega that's imprinted on me."

Peter choked. "What?! Is that what's happening? Oh my God, I'm so sorry, Mr. Stark, literally, I have rejection damage, it's probably from that, please ignore me, I'm so sorry." Omegas were probably falling all over Tony. How could he be so stupid?

"I'm not going to ignore you," Tony said levelly. "Can I sit on the bed? You look a little shaken."

"Please," Peter said quietly. 

Tony sat next to him carefully in his haphazard twin-sized nest. He put an arm around Peter, and Peter's breath caught. He froze, trying to preserve the moment in his memory forever. Peter squeezed his eyes shut.

"I like your shirt," Tony said. 

Peter's face burned. "Thank you, Sir."

"You don't need to call me Sir, kid. Come here, come scent. Let's calm you down and then we can talk. There's no getting out of an imprint easily." Tony said it like he had experience with imprints. Jealousy boiled in his gut. He didn't want to share. Was Mr. Stark even keeping him?

But Peter was weak for scent and he nodded and shut his eyes, letting Tony hold him. He tucked his face into Tony's neck and breathed in the delicious, strong, expensive scent. A whine escaped his throat. It did make him feel better. Tony rubbed his back, actually rubbed his back, and soothed him. He tried really hard to hold in a satisfied purr because if he purred right now, he’d die of embarrassment. And if Peter stayed right here and didn’t move, Tony would never know he was hard, but if he pulled away or moved, it would be glaringly obvious. 

"You feel a little better, honey?" Tony asked. Honey. Peter reluctantly pulled back and wiped his eyes. Had he been crying? 

"I don't know what's happening," Peter said. Tony's eyes didn't leave his face, the gentleman. He had to know how affected Peter was. Who was the first Omega to do that? Where were they?

"It's okay. Had I known when I came over that the amazing spiderling was an Omega, I would have had the decency to wear some blockers. So I'm sorry about that. I didn't mean to catch you off guard."

"No, you smell good, I liked it," Peter admitted.

Tony smiled at him in a way Peter didn't understand. Was he proud of Peter? Was he nostalgic? "I came over here to see about getting our webcrawler to come meet the team, make sure our goals aligned, and see how we could help you. Resources, suit upgrades, funding..."

Peter's heart jumped. "The team? Like the Avengers?"

Tony's smile faded. "Yes. Is that okay?"

Peter nodded, overwhelmed. "More than okay, I just..." Peter gestured in the air, trying to find the words to politely describe that he wasn't Avengers material, before giving up and just saying, "Was my aunt mad? Did you talk to her?"

"She's more afraid for you than she is mad at you." Tony put a comforting hand on his shoulder, and Peter's heart pounded in his chest at the contact. "I'm sure you two will talk it all out once I head home."

Peter's heart turned over like an engine. "You're leaving?"

No no no please don't leave. They always leave. Everyone leaves me.

He must have scented scared because Tony pulled him in for another hug. Peter melted in his arms, relief coursing over him. 

"Omega," Tony said firmly. Peter whined. "You're pretty and smart, and I just know we'll have so much fun in the lab. There's no way in hell I'd leave you forever. But I need to go have a conversation with your aunt. And after that I need to go home because I need to go talk to my husband about this. He's probably making dinner right about now. And I’m hungry. You smell like sugar cookies, and it’s making me hungry. But I'll come back, okay?"

"M’sorry, I wasn’t trying to scent like that.” He paused. “Wait. Your husband...Steve Rogers?" Peter's eyes widened. "Oh God, is he gonna be mad at me?"

"Shh, no, Omega." Tony brushed a sweaty strand of hair off Peter's forehead, eliciting a shiver. "I promise nobody is mad at you. It’s different. We're both alphas and we've been wanting someone like you to come join our family. He's going to love you. Here," Before Peter could process his words, Tony handed him a brand new Starkphone ten. Peter gaped at it. This one hadn't even been released yet.

"It already has my contact in it. You can call me anytime you need to, okay? We can FaceTime so you don't feel like I've left. Does that help? And if you're in distress and you really need me, I will fly over to you."

Peter flung himself at Tony, hugging the alpha tightly. "Thank you, alpha," he said. His training classes that May paid for had drilled manners into him, especially when addressing an alpha. 

His alpha. 

Tony hugged him back. "Shh, it's okay, kid."

"You'll come visit me?"

"Of course." Tony kissed his head. Peter whined as pleasure coursed through his body. His cocklet dribbled a little bit of fluid in his shorts. "Don't get yourself too wound up tonight. You need rest. I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay?" Tony said. 

"Mr. Stark?" Peter asked shakily.

"Yeah, kid?" Tony's eyes sparkled.

"Can you kiss me, please?"

Tony smirked. "Can't wait, Omega?"

Peter squeaked, a blush tinting the tips of his ears.

"Come here. Needy thing," Tony brushed a thumb over his cheek and brought him in for a chaste kiss. Peter gasped. 

"Please---sorry, that was--"

"More where that came from, shh. Here, take off your shoes. Let's get you in your nest." Peter nodded, already exhausted. He let Tony help tuck him into his soft blankets and press the new phone into his hand. "You're safe, and you're mine. I will see you soon. Okay?"

Peter nodded. Tony put his weighted blanket over him. Peter let out a soft purr. 

In the morning, Peter wouldn't even remember Tony leaving the room. He had already fallen asleep, soothed by the man's scent and his soothing words.

Peter woke up to bright sunlight from the window, glinting off the small, shiny screen lying on his bed next to him.

Had his alarm not gone off? Peter looked at the clock. Shit. It was ten. He should have been at school hours ago. But May would have woken him up. That meant that she clearly intended for him to stay home and recover.

He had slept like a rock, just absolutely worn out. At one point, he had woken up and thought he heard Tony talking to May in the living room, she was saying something about 'kept Omegas still need to see their family', but he drifted back off to sleep, the word kept echoing around his head, soothing him.

Peter buried his face where Tony had sat the night before, and he could faintly smell his scent. Peter gasped at the rush of hormones, instantly rubbing onto the sheets. He reached a hand down and gripped his Omega cocklet, finding a slick mess already, and it only took a few tugs before he was falling apart with his face smushed into the last of his alpha's scent. Tony Tony Tony. He needed to move in with him; he needed it in his bones. How was this even real? He'd thirsted over Tony Stark since 2008, when Iron Man debuted. Everyone always bought him various Avengers merch for his birthdays (he loved when they actually released Bucky stuff. He seemed like a chill dude and it made him sad to see the man left out). He probably had more Avengers t-shirts than he had regular t-shirts. Like the one he was wearing now. God, he had fallen asleep in his school clothes. Tony's scent had knocked him out. 

He flopped onto his side and grabbed the starkphone. Sure enough, there was a contact for "Tony Stark" and Steve Rogers, of course. There were a few names he didn't recognize, marked with their roles. "Happy Hogan: Driver" was the first one listed. Did that mean he was Peter's driver? At least Tony put his role and not just a random name. Was he allowed to call these people? He had a feeling that Tony had meant to explain a lot more to him before Peter had ended up falling into his arms instead.

Peter clicked on Tony's contact and edited it to "Alpha" with a heart emoji. Then he deleted the heart because what if Tony could see that somehow? That was embarrassing.

Was he asleep? Was it weird to call right now? Maybe he was in a meeting. Ugh. But if he didn't call, then was he not interested enough? Not grateful enough? 

Peter took a deep breath, trying not to scent frustrated and stink up his room, and put the phone in his desk drawer.

Peter wandered out into the kitchen and was hit by the smell of pancakes and bacon. "Aren't you supposed to be at work?" Peter asked.

"I thought we could both use the day off," May said. "Courtney's covering my shift. And you needed to sleep, Mr. Imprint."

Peter winced. He didn't know who Courtney was, but he knew that May never took time off. "I'm so sorry, May."

"It's not something you can control, Peter," she slid the last pancake onto the plate and handed it to Peter. "I always wished I could protect you from something like this but all in all he seems like he'll take good care of you." 

"Thanks," Peter said softly. 

"And he's rich, so that sure is a bonus," she joked, taking a deep breath and trying to be brave. Oh God, she was scared for him.

 "He got you flowers this morning.” She pointed to the kitchen counter where a vase of stunning red and blue roses with baby’s breath and greenery was displayed in a vase. Peter gasped and ran over to them.

“Oh wow,” Peter touched the petals. “They’re real. They dyed them blue.” 

“See? Rich people things.” May said. “No, but in all seriousness. I'm really proud of you."

"What? Why?"

"When he showed me the videos of you fighting crime, I mean, I'm obviously worried about you doing that, but not only were you able to hold your own, but you caught the attention of the Avengers. That's not a small thing. He said you make your webs yourself? You could SELL those, Peter. Why aren't we selling those? Tony explained to me the things you've done and how they'd take care of you. Top-notch medical care, for one. Omegatrician on call 24/7. College paid in full. I definitely want that for you. Peter, he said he'd even pay for grad school. Isn't that great?"

"Oh. Um. Yeah, I guess," So that's how he convinced her. Peter took a bite of his pancakes and leaned against the counter, reeling. Was Tony seriously paying for his college? 

“Don’t think I live under a rock. I’ve seen you on the news, it’s impressive. I just didn't know it was you. Dangerous and reckless, especially with your condition," she raised an eyebrow, "but you save lives. I raised a good human." 

“You save lives too,” Peter deflected. She was always picking up more and more shifts at the hospital.

She poked the bacon with the spatula. "So we know where you get it from, then." she joked. "But why do you want to do it?" 

Peter set his plate down and sighed. 

"Because when you can do this," he walked straight up the wall and sat on the ceiling, much to her shock. "People need you." He hung from his fingertips and feet before dropping to the floor. She winced when he landed. "I'm okay, May."

"That looks like it hurt your knees."

"It didn't, and I heal faster than normal too."

"That's not an excuse to be risky. We need to invest in some elbow pads. Maybe a better helmet. Please tell me there's a helmet under the hood."

Peter decided to ignore her question. He had actually tried a bike helmet at first, but it's not a good look, and the criminals make fun of you.

 "I don't do this to be risky, I do it because I have to because I can, because people need it!"

May bit her lip, blinking away tears that threatened to fall.

"Is this about--"

"Don't," Peter said.

"No one would be mad at you if you didn't--"

"Just stop, okay? Let's talk about something else."

May took a breath. "Okay. Okay. Do you want a hug? Come here."

Peter melted into her embrace, feeling like a little kid again. 

"So what do you want to do today, kiddo?"

"See Mr. Stark," Peter mumbled.

"Well, let's give him a little while before we call. He's probably working."

Peter sighed. "I wish he'd given us his schedule."

"Maybe you could call his assistant and ask if he's busy?" May suggested. "He has to have an assistant. Not sure who that would be, though."

"Wait," Peter said. "He has an AI assistant. It's probably installed on the phone. Let me check."

May's eyes widened. She was always in his corner. "Go check!"

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The night before, Tony came home shaking, reeking of scared Omega, and needing a drink. Obviously he couldn't do that, and he didn't really want to anyway, but he needed an outlet, and that outlet was going to have to be talking to Steve.

So he buried his face in his alpha's chest first thing, mind spinning with worry.

"You smell off," Steve said quietly, rubbing his back.

"I don't now what I'm gonna do."

"You always figure it out, Tones, we'll figure it out together. Did Spider-kid say no?"

Tony let out a hysterical laugh. "Oh God. No. So much worse. Better? He's a fucking imprint, Steve."

"Oh wow," Steve said, but his tone wasn't harsh, no. It was almost reverent. One imprint was rare for anyone, but to have two Omegas to follow him around, that was something special.

And Tony knew that, he really did, but they were so young. 

"How old is he?" Steve asked, nearly reading his mind.

"Didn't ask while I was there. City records say he's sixteen." Tony sighed. "He's just so fucking cute."

"Well you've always been good with pups," Steve said. Omegas usually found their mates young, and Harley was no exception. Tony had made him wait, though, until he was a little older. He didn't like the thought of Harley being his mate before he even had his first heat. It was just wrong. Harley complained about it for a long time, but his mother was grateful.

"What's his name, Tones?"

"Peter," Tony whispered into his shoulder. Steve tightened his grip on his husband. "Peter Parker, and he's perfect for us."

"Do you think Harley will like him?"

Tony choked a laugh. "God, I hope so. They're the same age."

"Maybe it's fate. The two of them could bond, who knows. Maybe you're just the...the link for them to meet."

Tony growled. "He's mine."

"Okay, okay," Steve backtracked. 

"They're both mine."

"I know, Tones. Nobody will take you from them."

"Yeah, except that his aunt is only sort of on board. Had to tell her about how he'd have free college because of course he would, but the kid's gonna need the free medical care a hell of a lot more. I doubt he'll ever be able to go to college, at least in person." Tony took a breath. "Obviously if he wants to, I'll move heaven and earth to make it happen, but Steve, he's so needy and sweet and pretty and perfect I can't imagine him anywhere but with us."

"Is he okay?" Steve asked, pressing carefully. Tony was a little jittery still, likely from being away from his imprint like this. They needed to get the kid here.

"She has these high hopes for him but he's got rejection damage and he just needs to be cuddled and loved and needed. He's....he's the kind of Omega that needs a babysitter if we can't be with him. He apologized for being kissed. I just want to wrap him in a nesting blanket."

"We'd figure it out," Steve promised, not even fazed at the mention of a kiss. Tony was a powerful alpha and he was bound to have Omegas. And Steve wasn't in the business of keeping his mate from what he needed. 

"The hell does a kid that age have damage from?" Steve asked.

"I don't know," Tony said. "I mean he lives with his aunt, so I'm gonna guess it's at least in part his parents. I don't want to ask him too soon and make him uncomfortable."

"I'll read up on it," Steve assured him. 

"I don't know what to do right now. I need to call him."

"It's three in the morning, Tony, he needs to rest. We'll talk to him in the morning."

"I need to do something for him. I need to go to the lab--"

"Tony. No. Come on. Let's order him some flowers so they can be there when he wakes up."

"Maybe an edible arrangement too?" Tony's eyes glimmered with emotion. 

"No. Roses are enough. You don't want to scare him off."

"Oh God, I probably already did," Tony scrubbed a hand over his face. 

Steve grabbed him by the shoulders, hearing his sharp intake of breath at the rough contact.

"Do I need to Voice you to get you in bed or will you get into bed yourself?" Steve raised an eyebrow.

Tony shivered, staring at his alpha's beautiful eyes, feeling soothed and warm and--

"Quit rumbling," Tony shoved him away. "Don't do that, it's creepy."

"It's not creepy, Tony, you're just not an Omega."

"Exactly. And what if we have a pack someday, who are the kids gonna go to?"

"We can both be pack alpha," Steve said instantly.

Tony snorted. "Really? I don't think two pack leaders a thing."

"It doesn't have to be a thing. It can be our thing."

"We can try," Tony conceded. "You're just a fucking switch," he snickered.

"Oh, sue me for liking to feel good in every way possible," Steve rolled his eyes, smiling. "It's not like I'm making you my Omega."

"Oh God, please never say those words again," Tony complained. "My point is, the two kids are mine. If I'm not able to help them and they need it, they can go to you."

"What if they want me some other time?" Steve said.

"Well then I'd let them, but I think they should probably ask me first."

"That's fair," Steve said. 

"Do you want them?" Tony asked.

"Well that's a loaded question."

"No it's not," Tony insisted. "I won't be mad at you."

"Tony I haven't even seen the kid's face," Steve said. 

"FRIDAY," Tony waved a hand. A screen popped up with several of Peter's Instagram photos. Tony could hear Steve hold his breath.

"Oh Tony," Steve said.

"See, he's fucking perfect. Now quick, knock me out so I can wake up tomorrow," he joked.

Steve hummed, pretending to consider it. "You need to be in shape to take him on a date, Tones."

"A date," Tony whispered to himself.

"Yeah, a date. Go plan something nice. Don't do anything too wild and crazy."

"Define wild and crazy."

"If it involves hiring someone or renting something out, it's too much," Steve said.

"How would you know?"

"Because I wasn't born holding a credit card, like some people."

Tony narrowed his eyes, undeterred. "What about five star dinner reservations? Shopping spree? FRIDAY, order some roses to his house. Fun colors, something not just red," Tony said.

"That's perfect," Steve said. "Maybe not five star, though. Go somewhere where he'd know what to order. You don't want him to get anxious. I'm gonna spend the day with Sam tomorrow, we're helping his sister with the boat again."

"Good. Kid's mine," Tony said darkly, scenting possessive again. His craving was so thick Steve could practically taste it.

But Steve just rolled his eyes. Their family was growing, and he would be lying if he didn't have butterflies himself. "Get your growly ass to bed, let's go."

Tony grunted. "Yes alpha."

Tony did honestly feel better in the morning. He woke up before Steve and padded over to his office, itching to do something. Action relieves anxiety, that's what his therapist was saying lately. 

First things first, he had FRIDAY pull a massive report on the kid. Everything he liked online, every location his phone frequently visited, his social media, who he follows. He didn't snoop in his camera roll or anything too invasive, but he could have, and the thought itched at him. Tempting. FRIDAY even offered to generate some images of him in different, uh, situations but Tony shut her down on that one. 

But in all his findings, Tony was able to see that Peter was just...all around a good kid. Nothing to hide. Wholesome. Sweet. His grades were perfect A's with extra credit on top. He liked chemistry and built a computer out of parts that he was apparently really proud of. He posted asking what he should name it. Tony made a mental note to not ask him about that, because then he'd know Tony snooped. But really, did the kid expect him not to? He looked at Tony like he had a massive crush on him, and if the decorations in his room were any indication, it had been going on for a while.

Like he said. Perfect. 

Tony could be there for his every fantasy, and the sweet Omega would stumble for him and oh, Tony would always catch him. He couldn't wait to teach him everything that felt good. 

Time passed by outside of Tony's radar as he buried himself in research. How to care for an Omega. A lot of what he found, he surprisingly remembered from his dominant training class he took ages ago. It was mostly things like "keep the house warmer than you'd think" and "have slick pads on hand" and "don't buy bedding without the Omega present to touch it first." He looked into how to treat rejection damage next.

Rejection damage is a neurological condition brought on when Omegas and individuals assigned Omega at birth experience what is known as rejection trauma, and is often characterized by anxiety, oral fixation, fatigue, sadness, inability to regulate temperature, intrusive thoughts, and general mood swings when exposed to anything that could be potentially interpreted as additional rejection. Omegas can sustain neurological damage from being consistently rejected by others in their early life or romantic relationships. Rejection trauma is known to also include losing a close friend or family member, especially if the event was traumatic. Rejection trauma can also include breaking a bond or imprint, harsh and sudden ending of a relationship, long-term unmet needs in a relationship, and more. Rejection damage is still being studied, but the field is growing substantially in recent years. It is thought to be an evolutionary effort to seek care. It can be reversed if an Omega spends a long enough time in a loving, attentive home, and often dissipates after two years of love and care. It helps to "rewire" the Omega's brain to understand that their alpha will always return and they are still needed when the alpha is--

FRIDAY interrupted his reading with his lunch alarm.

Tony sighed and powered down his workstation. How was it already lunch? He needed to call the kid. Now that he worked remote, he tended to hyperfocus, so Steve had started making him take an hour lunch break so they could eat together. It interrupted his flow, sure, but it made his husband happy, and his stomach didn't growl in the afternoon anymore. Self care.

"Hey sexy," Tony wandered into the kitchen and smacked Steve's ass. "Thought it was boat day today."

"Too rainy," Steve said. "Sarah called it off." He turned around from making sandwiches, face pinkish, and gave Tony a quick peck on the lips. They were so domestic lately, but something wasn't right. Deep under their skin, they both itched for an Omega to dote on together. Steve ached for Bucky, who was still getting some physical therapy in Wakanda (and supposedly an arm that had full sensation, that they were still perfecting), and Tony hadn’t visited Harley in too damn long. Tony couldn't help but imagine making food for a sweet pretty thing. Taking them shopping. Waking up in a perfect Omega nest again.  Harley didn't know how to nest quite right, but even Peter's unmade twin bed looked much better than anything Tony had ever made himself. And soon he'd be able to take the kid shopping. Yessss.

But if Steve was going to wear shirts that tight, Tony might be okay for a little while longer. He could eat lunch. He could wait.

"How's Peter doing?" Steve asked. He scented excited and nervous, and Tony couldn't help but relate. He'd put on blocker pads this morning, in case he got to see the sweet thing. Rain hit the kitchen windows in sheets. Being this high up in the penthouse meant that they were right in the middle of the storm.

"I haven't talked to him," Tony admitted, a pang of guilt in his chest. "I was trying to research his condition. But I checked his vitals an hour ago and he was still asleep."

Steve turned around to face him, and he had that disapproving look that made Tony squirm internally. "Tony. He's probably scared shitless. He needs you to take the lead."

"Well yeah but I don't want to smother the kid," Tony deflected.  "And he was asleep. He slept in. I dropped a lot of information on him yesterday, and his aunt gave me the shovel talk for two hours straight. I sent him flowers this morning, did you know that you can get red and blue dyed roses overnight?"

Steve shook his head in amusement. "The things they come up with. Tony, you need to actually check in on him. Send him a quick text. He's probably bursting with anticipation."

"I bet he is bursting," Tony laughed. I'm gonna fucking burst too if I don't see the damn kid.

"Uh-huh," Steve tried to keep his stern face but he couldn't. "Just give him a call."

"Okay, okay. I mean he wasn't distressed."

"Stalking someone's vitals is not the same as actually checking in on them."

"You sound like Bruce."

"Is that a bad thing, though?" Steve hummed.

"Boss, Peter is inquiring if you are busy. Shall I tell him you are available at three after your lunch hour and 1:00 meeting?" FRIDAY asked smoothly.

"What? No. Tell him I'm free now. I'm on my lunch, so why would I not be free right now?" 

"You have the calendar blocked as do not disturb because you are having Hubby Lunch Hour."

"Hubby lunch hour?" Steve grinned and handed Tony his sandwich. 

Tony scowled and waved his hand. "It's all made up by the bots. They like naming things. And FRIDAY, girl, the busy status was for Pepper, not little cute things with cute little butts. Give Peter the same access as Harley."

"Apologies, Boss. Access updated."

"Thanks. Narrowly avoiding getting reprogrammed, I see."

"Noted, Boss," FRIDAY said solemnly. "Call incoming from Peter Parker."

"Answer it."

The call connected as the alphas sat at the kitchen table with their food. The portions on Steve's plate were three times bigger than Tony's, but he usually ate it just as fast. He waited, now, though.

"Hi? Mr. Stark?" Peter said nervously.

"Hey kiddo, you're on Speakerphone with Steve."

"Oh my God," Peter gushed. "Hi!!! Huge fan. Seriously. This is so cool."

"You're gonna have to get used to it, kid," Steve laughed. "We're gonna introduce you to a lot of people."

Peter gasped in delight. Thunder boomed outside.

"But slowly, and not all at once," Tony said. "How are you feeling?

"I...I'm good. I miss you. I LOVED the flowers! They're my colors!! They smell really good, and we put them in the kitchen and gave them some water. I woke up really late, I slept pretty hard." he paused. "Not hard like...shit. I slept good, is what I'm--"

"Peter, take a breath," Tony said. "Either way is fine."

Tony heard a barely audible Omega whine, as if Peter was trying to hold it in.

"Do you want to spend the day with me sweetheart? There's some stuff we need to talk about."

"Yes! Like what? Like mate stuff?"

Tony and Steve exchanged a smile. This kid was too cute.

"Well yes, that's always important to talk about. I want to know more about your condition and how I can help, and I want to get to know you. Figure out what you want out of a relationship, and what I can provide for you."

"You're-- you're literally the nicest alpha I've ever met," Peter gushed. "Both of you! Sorry."

"And you're a sweet Omega, you're going to be so good for us. I also will say, remember how I said you weren't the first imprint?"

"Yeah?" Peter's voice softened.

"It’s important I tell you now. I have one other little one, his name is Harley. He doesn't live with me right now, he lives in Tennessee with his family. But I think you two would really get along, and at some point he'll come home and live with me. I need to make sure you're okay with that."

"Oh," Peter breathed, the wave of disappointment just starting to slosh against the hope in his belly. "Can you tell me about him?"

"Here, FRIDAY, send Peter a few pictures." Tony said, taking a bite of his sandwich.

Peter gasped. Desire crashed over him in shimmering waves. "He's so pretty!"

"I'll tell him you said that."

"Please do!!" Peter said. "I want--would he--would we be nestmates?"

"I sure hope so, kid," Tony said. His pants were getting a little tight in the front at the thought of his pretty boys wrapped up in a nest together, but he could take care of that problem later. Focus on the kid.

Steve's eyes darkened a little, face flushed. He was trying to hold it together. *Nestmates*, he mouthed to Tony.

"Do you want me to send a car and you can come to the tower? We can cuddle up and watch Star Wars or we could go shopping together."

"YES!" Peter said. "I can be ready. I'm ready now." How did Tony know he liked Star Wars so much? Wait. His Instagram. Of course. Tony was so smart. Peter wanted to show him and drool on his-

"Okay, okay. The car will be there in ten minutes, okay? Is that enough time?"

"Yes alpha," Peter said excitedly. 

"Good kid. I'll see you soon."

"Bye Mr. Stark," Peter hung up with an excited squeal.

"Well he certainly likes you," Steve said.

"Us. He likes us."

"They're your imprints. You're gonna have to be the one to bite him. So if he doesn't want to do anything with me, I won't intrude."

"Uh-huh. Ever the martyr. I'll let him know it's an option, though," Tony grinned.

Steve cleared his throat, flustered. "Sounds good. You should probably take your blockers off."

"I don't want to overwhelm him."

"Yeah, but he needs to know that you're happy with him. If he can't smell your mood, he'll be anxious."

"That makes sense," Tony said, peeling the stickers off his shoulders.

Steve coughed. "Not now, do you want me to die of blue balls?"

"You're so dramatic. How do you even know what blue balls is."

"Tony we literally watched porn together last week."

"Right, because you don't watch it yourself and you don't understand when I try to explain a new-"

"Tones. Baby. The kid."

"Right. Okay."

"I did some reading on rejection damage. I'll send you the links."

"Good alpha," Tony kissed him across the table. Steve flushed. "Mm, so responsive."

Steve batted him away. "Save it for the kid, I don't want to be all worked up in front of him."

"Fine, fine," Tony conceded. "You don't even want to give me a blowjob?" He made his most annoying puppy-dog eyes and Steve snorted in response, batting him away.

"I just ate four sandwiches, Tony, and he'll be here in fifteen minutes. I'm sure he's dying to blow you."

Tony gaped at him. "Not yet, look at you, dirty mind. We want him comfortable."

"Comfortable and feeling wanted and full of nice soothing hormones," Steve said.

Hmm. He had a point.

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Tony didn't even have time to ask Peter anything, though, because when he came out of the elevator, he rushed to Tony like a homing pigeon and thunked to his knees, resting his head on Tony's thigh. His hair was soaking wet from the rain already, leaving a damp spot on Tony's jeans. He didn't mind at all.

"Please, alpha, I'm sorry, I feel so weird, I don't know what's happening," Peter begged. 

Tony knelt to his level and put a hand on his shoulder, close to the scruff of his neck but not quite touching it. Soothing and possessive but not overwhelming. Peter gasped brokenly.

"What's going on, bambino?"

"I don't know," Peter sobbed.

"It's okay, I'm not mad at you for anything. Come here, let's sit on the couch." 

Peter shook his head.

"You want to stay on your knees? And maybe I can sit on the couch?"

Peter nodded, his face flaming red and his eyes glistening with overwhelmed tears.

"Here, let me hold you." Peter clambered up onto the couch and snuggled himself into Tony's arms. Tony kissed his head and Peter froze, before melting into him. He gripped Tony's shirt like a lifeline. Peter looked up at him and suddenly he could see that Peter's eyes were foggy with subspace. He honestly should have expected this to happen. 

"I'm sorry I'm so damaged," Peter mumbled. "Can I get back on the floor?"

"Of course," Tony said. He got him settled sitting on a pillow between his knees. 

"They really need to pick a better word instead of damaged. You're not broken or damaged, you're sensitive and you’re made for me. I want you to be needy and happy and sweet. I just want you comfortable, is all."

"There's--there's lesions on my hindbrain," Peter said. He trembled and shook. "From people leaving me."

Tony ran his fingers through Peter's hair. "That's not a dealbreaker at all, kid, I promise. I would never leave you over that. I want to be there to make you comfortable."

Peter tucked his face into Tony's jeans and tried not to cry.

"Let it out, kid. You're safe."

And Peter cried. He sobbed and let Tony rub his head and shush him until all Peter could think about was how good he smelled, how safe and capable and attentive and loving--

Peter needed that scent. He wanted to drink it. Tony gripped his chin gently and put his thumb in Peter's mouth and his brain absolutely short-circuited. 

He did the only thing he could do. He sucked on it. 

And his body rewarded him with a rush of pleasure. 

Peter gasped around his thumb, his sucking turning sloppy and desperate.

"Please--"

"Shh, tell alpha what you want."

"I don't know!" Panic laced through his voice.

"Do you want some cock in your mouth, honey? Just a little bit?" Comfortable and wanted.

"I--I don't know."

"Shh, that's okay," Tony said. "You seem stressed, baby. We can always wait on that."

"I'm sorry," Peter said.

"You haven't done anything wrong. You're allowed to say no. I won't accept anything less than a "yes please", and if you don't know, then we'll wait, okay?"

Peter blinked up at him in disbelief and awe. "Can I cuddle with you? And then we can go get food?"

"Yes, of course." 

Peter climbed up onto the couch shakily and nuzzled back into Tony's arms. The poor kid was fighting instincts between being held and being on his knees. But once Tony had the kid in his arms, he let out a soft sigh of relief he didn't know he needed. Holding his Omega, who was smelling deliciously sweet and needy. This was right where Peter belonged. 

Peter mouthed sleepily at his shirt, and at first Tony thought he was trying to kiss, but Steve looked at him from the kitchen, where he was trying his hardest to be busy with the dishes, and made a silent motion like lift your shirt up.

Oh. The pup wanted to suckle.

Tony lifted his t-shirt and Peter immediately latched onto his nipple, sucking hard to soothe himself. It felt so strange. Harley had only ever done that once, when he was a bit younger and just presenting. He wasn't very mouthy and fixated like that. Harley usually wanted one thing when Tony visited and that was to be spanked bright red until he cried and then pounded into the mattress. Only after that did he demand cuddles. Tony hoped that Peter and Harley would want to cuddle with each other. It would probably be good for Peter's condition to have another person to get cuddles from. Another Omega to take cues from. Maybe he'd take Harley down a notch when he needed it. Teach him things...

 Tony looked down at Peter suckling on his tit. He didn't have much there, but Peter seemed happy. Harley was starting to fill out in the chest a little bit the last time he saw the kid. He’s given the kid some cotton bralettes recently as a gift. Harley pretended he didn’t care but Tony could tell how much he liked them. Harley could still get away with not wearing one, but he was squishy and cute. Peter would love it. Tony could see Peter's bra strap peeking out from under his shirt collar. So perfect. 

After a little while, Peter scented more relaxed and calm, and he let go to move over to the other one. But his gaze stopped on Tony's reactor. 

"Can--"

"You can touch it," Tony smiled, amused.

But Peter surprised him by pressing a gentle kiss to the glass. Tony couldn't feel it on the surface, but he felt a twinge of pressure. Tony's heart pounded. Peter could probably hear his heart pounding. He just wasn't expecting Peter to be so openly sweet and devoted. He should have known. How could Peter get any better?

"I like it," Peter whispered. "I like that it's a thing you made and it's you."

"I'll make all the things for you, kid. Everything you want." Tony said, voice thick with emotion. 

"Just a little bit longer please," Peter said, before sucking on his other tit like it owed him money.

And it felt damn good. Tony was rock hard in his slacks, but he couldn't spoil this moment with the Omega. This was too good. He could get himself off ten thousand times just thinking about having Peter on his lap like this. Soothing him. 

Eventually, Peter was satisfied and tucked his head back into Tony's shoulder. "You smell like you want me," Peter blurted.

"I do want you, kid," Tony said. "But we're gonna take it slow today, okay? I’ll be alright. If I need to I can take care of it myself."

"Steve helps you, right?"

Tony smiled down at his Omega curled up in his lap. "He does. You don't need to worry about anything, kid. How about we go buy you pretty things to wear? Toys to play with?"

Peter looked genuinely disappointed at the thought of his alpha taking care of it himself, but he knew Tony was right. He'd had a lot of ups and downs today. 

"What kind of toys? Like legos?"

Tony just beamed at him like he was the sweetest thing in the world. "We can get legos. I was thinking more like toys to keep you full. To help you feel a little more stable overall."

Peter's eyes widened. "Yes! Alpha, I...I love my practice toy, I use it in my mouth every night."

"Oh sweetheart," Tony crooned. "Did you go to Omega classes?"

"When I first presented, yeah," Peter blushed. "I'm almost gag-trained. My teacher said alphas don't want a gagging Omega and that it's bad manners."

"I don't think it's bad manners; I think gagging can feel good for the alpha sometimes. But I think it’s great that you’re working on things like that. It’ll give you nice stable hormones. What do you like best about the toy?"

"It gets me all calm and ready to go to bed." Peter paused. "I didn't bring an overnight bag. Am I staying over?  May said I could stay for however long my body needs me to but I have to text her and tell her when I'm coming home. She said she doesn't want me to come home and miss you and make the house smell sad because of it. But I think it's because she worries about me a lot."

"We can text her and you can stay the night whenever you want. It's all up to you, sweetheart," Tony helped him to his feet and gave him one more hug. "I have toys you can use if you want to tonight. Or we can look for one at the store."

"I want you," Peter said shyly. "Can I have you tonight?"

"Of course you can." Tony would give him the world. Chances were, though, that he'd be too tired or overwhelmed. They'd play it by ear.

"I don't want to...necessarily take things slow, Sir," Peter said. He took a shaky breath. "Everybody says I'm bad at asking for things. I don't want to be too needy because I think I'm always too needy."

Tony kissed him and watched his pretty head spin. "I'm so proud of you for telling me. I had a feeling that was the case. And if you change your mind and you want a toy tonight, or if you just want my boob again, you can have it. Okay? I just need you close to me."

Peter nodded resolutely. That made sense. "Okay! Let's go shopping."

"Steve, we're heading down to the shopping floors," Tony called. 

"Hi Steve, Sir!" Peter jumped up. 

"Hi Omega, I'll see you in a little while. Have fun," Steve said from the other room. The shit was probably listening to the whole damn thing, not that he had a choice with his super-hearing. Tony appreciated that he tried to give them privacy, though. That was nice. 

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"So... what's the budget?" Peter asked nervously as they walked into the first ridiculously expensive Omega clothing store. Peter munched on the last ends of a soft pretzel while Tony carried his Sprite for him.

"Budget," Tony scoffed, like it was a bad word. "Sweetheart, we don't even have to go through checkout. FRIDAY will just watch us and total it all up and take it out of one of the accounts I have set up for us."

"Oh!" Peter said. "Wow." He stopped and looked around. "Is it okay if this isn't really my style? I know you probably want me in really pretty things, but some of this stuff looks too shiny."

Tony looked around at the leather gear, diamond collars, and million-dollar heels. "You can wear whatever you want, sweetheart," Tony promised. "I think we might have a Zara or an H&M or something on the next floor down. Is that more familiar?"

Peter lit up. "Let's go!"

Half an hour later, Peter had a cartful of all sorts of clothes, but they all just seemed like everyday basics. Jeans in different washes, band tees, tank tops, a couple of crop tops from the Omega Girls' section, which Tony filed away in his mind for the future. But he didn't get anything super outlandish. 

And that was okay, but Tony had just never taken someone shopping who didn't go straight for the perfume and designer shoes. And Harley would have been all over the leather.

Then it struck Tony that Peter probably never got to have a heaping cartful of new clothes. He didn't snoop on how much money the boy's aunt made, mainly because he didn't think to, but judging from their apartment, this was probably a pretty big splurge already for the kid. 

"Should we go try things on now?" Peter asked.

"We can just bring them back if they don't fit, or we can have them tailored," he said.

"But do you want to see me in them? I thought that was the point?" Peter turned back around where he was standing in the clothes racks, holding a black lacy bralette.

Tony held his hands up in surrender. "Hey, I never said I didn't. Fitting rooms are this way, come with me. We can leave the rest of the stuff here that you don't want to bring in there."

"Won't someone take it?" Peter asked.

"The staff know to keep an eye on it," Tony promised. "And we're not exactly somewhere that people think they can just take things."

"Oh, yeah, that's fair," Peter said, clutching the lacy bra to his chest.

"Are you just trying on the one? We can get a couple more things if you want," Tony said.

"Um," Peter said, "This was the only bra in my size that wasn't super colorful. I'm pretty small."

But Tony wasn't fazed. "Well, there's other stores. I'll make sure they stay stocked for you next time. We can look online?" Tony said.

"Oh you don't have to do that for me," Peter said. "I don't want to bother the people who work here. But, like, yes to online though!"

"Do you like this one, or do you want to look for a better one?"

Peter blushed. "I like it."

They were the only ones in the Omega fitting rooms, so Peter didn't shut their stall's door. He just pulled his tshirt off over his head, exposing his soft little tits in a faded white bra. It looked somewhat padded, but that was cute. Peter watched Tony watching him in the mirror.

"You look so pretty," Tony murmured. "Do you want me to shut the door while you change?"

"No, it's fine," Peter said, voice a little higher than usual. Sweet thing.

He took his bra off, and in the quick moment before the black lace one cupped him smoothly, Tony got a glimpse of his Omega. So perfect.

"It's so soft and stretchy!" Peter said excitedly. "And it's not itchy!"

Tony laughed. "I will never buy you an itchy bra, baby, I promise."

"Can I wear it right now? Today? And throw away the other one?"

"That bad, huh?"

"It pokes me! And the band kinda slips up sometimes."

"Oh, well we can't have that," Tony said. "The lace doesn't itch at all on this one?"

"No, it's softer. No wires, either."

"Good. You can wear it out of the store, honey, nobody minds if you take the tag off."

"Thank you alpha," Peter sighed happily. "I hate tags."

The rest of their shopping spree was just as fruitful, and only limited by the number of bags of legos and cute clothes they could carry back to drop into the main elevator at once. Peter was shy and nervous in the sex shop they went to, probably a little intimidated by the displays of things like spiky cock cages and unusually shaped dildos. He ended up picking out a modest-sized purple one with a suction cup, "for before bed." 

"Oh, that's a good one," Tony praised. 

Peter beamed. "I like how it has little ridges," Peter said excitedly. He tentatively licked the tip before making eye contact with Tony and blushing. 

Tony wasn't sure he'd ever been harder. He took a deep breath. Redirect.

"How about we pick out a gag or two? Do you like to sleep with them?" Tony found a penis gag that was small enough just for Peter to suckle himself to sleep. Peter lit up. 

"Yes, please! I was always too embarrassed to buy one. And May usually said we don't have toy money anyway."

"Well, do you like this one?"

"Yes!"

"Then let's get you two, so you can have one at your aunt's house and one here."

"Am I moving in with you?" Peter asked.

"If you want to, then yes, of course."

"Do you want me to?"

Tony scrubbed a hand over his face. He needed it in his bones.

"Peter, I want that so bad you don't even know. But let's talk to your aunt first. I'm not your guardian until I bite you."

Peter gasped. "You're gonna bite me?"

Tony laughed, exasperated. "Kid, what do you think imprints are for? They call them pre-bonds for a reason."

"I just--you have Harley and Steve and I thought--"

Tony pulled him in for a hug. Peter stiffened at first, unsure of what to do, but he tucked his head into Tony's neck and let out a contented sigh, relaxing into him. 

"That's it, so good for me. Trust me, kid, I plan on biting Harley, too. But I think if I tried to bite Steve he'd make me sleep on the couch. Or, well, he'd probably think it was a joke first. Alphas don't really do that with each other."

"Oh yeah, that makes sense," Peter said. "But you and Steve... like to have sex?"

"Wel,l yeah, he's my husband."

"Would I have sex with Steve?"

"If you want to, you can. I won't mind. But you don't have to by any means."

"Does Steve want me to?"

"One thing at a time, kid. He's hopeful, but you're mine first. You don't have an imprint with Steve. You might one day, but let's focus on getting our bond settled and we can talk later about who you're allowed to play with. We don't want to interrupt what your body is doing right now, getting ready for me."

Peter nodded. "Okay." His eyes darted around the store. "Can I have some of the fuzzy handcuffs? Over here?" Peter walked over to a display of several colors of restraints and ran a hand over the fur. 

"Those are for civilians. You'd break them in an instant. I'll order you the ones meant for enhanced people."

"Can they be soft and red?"

"Of course."

They left with a new memory foam kneeling pad, the bedtime gags and "practice toy", and an expensive fleshlight meant for smaller alphas "just to try it, kid, I think it'll feel nice for your little cocklet," On the way out, Tony grabbed him the current most popular knotting toy the store had, and Peter was floored. 

"I saw that on TikTok!" Peter exclaimed. "That's supposed to be a really good one. The knot goes down on a timer like a real knot, so when you fall asleep, it doesn't hurt you. And you can fill it up with a little bit of warm water so it can pretend to cum."

"That's good, keeps you nice and warm and full in there," Tony said, giving his belly a gentle pat. Peter jumped at the contact. "We could even try to fill it up with real cum for you if I ever go out of town." Peter's scent spiked aroused and pleased.  Tony wasn't sure if it was a common thing for Omegas to fall asleep when knotted, but Harley had a couple of times when Tony really wore him out. 

He really needed to call the kid. As soon as Tony could get Steve to watch Peter, he'd go duck into the bedroom and talk to his Omega. Harley had said before that he would be open to a nestmate one day, but Tony wasn't sure if that was just the long-distance needy-ness talking. 

"What are you thinking about alpha?" Peter asked as they got back in the elevator.

"I'm thinking about your nestmate and how much he's gonna love you. And how damn cute you are," Tony swatted his butt playfully and Peter jumped, giggling, before hugging Tony. 

"Thank you for the toys and the clothes, Sir."

"Cuddly little thing. I'll buy you anything you want."

The elevator opened to Steve going through their bags. He nodded to what they were carrying. "Is this the last trip, Sugar Daddy?" Steve asked.

"Yes, alpha," Tony rolled his eyes. "What are you doing?"

"Had to make myself useful somehow," he teased. "I'm getting them sorted and ready for the washer."

"Such a gentleman," Tony said. 

"I think we're gonna need a bigger closet."

"I think we're gonna need a bigger house, Cap. What do you say?"

Steve set the shirt down and grinned. "I love that idea."

"How about we start in Brooklyn," Tony winked, "and if there's nothing good enough there then I'll build it myself."

"That's the man I married," Steve absolutely radiated pure joy. "Bucky's gonna love it."

"We're moving? And who's Bucky? Like that Bucky?" Peter asked, looking between them.

Tony and Steve both laughed. "Bucky's my Omega, yes that Bucky, we mated before the war, and he's been living in Wakanda for the last year or so. He's got some issues with his back from his old arm, and they were helping him in a physical therapy program there."

"And giving him a really cool new arm," Tony added.

Steve smiled fondly. He just knew Tony would be all over that prosthetic. Probably Peter too. "It's a little up in the air if he's coming back to live with us soon or not, but I think you'll like him."

"He has a prosthetic? Wait, is he?" Peter said. "My history teacher--"

Tony turned to Peter. "Steve's gonna catch you up on everything while I go make a quick phone call, okay?"

"Oh! Yeah, sure."

"Not leaving you, baby, I'll be back soon."

Peter nodded brightly and started taking tags off of his clothes, and Steve started telling him about Bucky. Tony had heard all the things that they did together that the history books left out, and he was certain Peter would find it just as juicy. If Steve gave him anything other than the watered down version, which he might. Didn’t want to scare him or make him sad. If he stuck with their 1940s double dates and closeted sexcapades, then that would be safe, and Peter would probably be thrilled to hear it. But Peter needed to know about Bucky's past regardless, at least the basics, at some point, and Tony really should have brought him up to speed beforehand. They just didn't know the plan yet. Bucky needed time to heal, that much was obvious, but Tony saw how much it killed Steve to wait for him to come back to the states, much less know if he was going to be ready to live in a pack setting.

Tony shut himself in the bedroom and sighed, pressing a familiar contact. Please don't freak out on me, Kid.

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"Wait, so you're telling me my nestmate would be Spider-Man. I'm not just hearing things," Harley said. "That's so fucking cool."

Tony let out a relieved laugh. He'd explained to Harley what was happening, and the boy was hesitant until Tony mentioned that Peter was enhanced. From that point, Harley was a ball of twenty-questions bouncing at light speed. Who is he? Is he in New York? Is he a superhero? Does he wear red and blue? Is he cute? How old is he? Have you seen his cock? Is it bigger than mine? Like, is my cock bigger than Spider-Man's?” Eventually, Tony had given in and stopped making him guess.

"You know this means you need to come home, Harls," Tony said.

Harley stopped, and the silence rang out on the line between them. "Tony, you know I can't."

"How do you think you'd be nestmates if you don't come home? So help me, I will talk to your mom right now. You need to, sweetheart."

"No. If I leave her, what kind of--She needs me. My sisters need me, and if I get pulled into that kinda lifestyle, your lifestyle, no offense, then Mama does too, and she don't want that. You know how she feels about that."

"Harley, are you happy where you are?"

"The fuck kind of loaded question is that?"

"Harley. Are you happy here?"

"Well--"

"Harley."

"No, alpha," Harley said quietly. "I just miss you. But I'm not about to put a target on my family like that. I've told you like a million times--"

"And what if we had your family move up here, too?"

"They'd never go for it," Harley said sadly.

"She can name her price."

"We're not a charity case!" Harley said. "We're not for sale! You can't buy her like that."

Tony grimaced. He had a feeling Harley's mom had said that a lot before.

"No, but you're family and we want you to be pack. Pack means we take care of each other. Let's leave that decision to your mom, huh? It's hers to make. She's the adult."

"I want to come, I really do," Harley said. "I just don't know--"

"I know it's hard on your body to stay so far away."

"It hurts, alpha," Harley's voice wavered. "I just want you to come visit me."

"I can't visit you forever if you aren't coming home, honey. It would hurt you too much over time."

"Are you...are you seriously giving me an ultimatum?" Harley said, voice hitching in hurt.

"Trust me, kid, I don't want to, but it hurts me too to have you so far away. And I'm worried that if Peter and I bond, that it would break your imprint naturally anyway."

"I had you first!" Harley shouted. Tony heard his faintly stifled sob.

"And you can still have my bite, if you come home. I will pay for private security for the rest of your family's life, kid. You're mine and your body knows it."

Harley burst into tears. "Okay! Okay. Fine. When can I come home? When can I come see you?"

"How about this weekend I can fly you up."

Harley hitched a sob and laughed shakily. "Okay."

"Good kid. Do you have the hoodie you can sniff?"

"Y-yeah." Harley grabbed Tony's MIT hoodie from his nest and buried his face in the soothing scent of Tony. He sighed in relief. "Thank you alpha."

"You're gonna be okay, baby. Here, I just sent you Peter's Instagram. Give you something to look at tonight."

Harley gasped and opened the link. "Oh my God, he's so pretty. And he's nice?"

Tony laughed. "The sweetest. He calls me Mr. Stark."

“Why?"

"Because he's polite and shy. I think he has an authority kink he doesn't realize quite yet. I just took him clothes shopping and he bought some toys, too."

"What kind of toys?" Harley asked.

"You'll have to ask him this weekend."

"But--"

"He likes to have things in his mouth. He's very cuddly, and he wants to be your nestmate. Now I need to go, honey, because I need to make sure Peter's not floating around subspace with Steve."

"Oh! Okay. Send me pictures?"

"I just gave you pictures. You'll see him this weekend, kid. Two more days. Get some rest and pack your suitcase."

"Okay, alpha." Harley sighed. "I love you."

"I love you, too, pup. Talk to you later."

"Wait, what about school?"

"I'll take care of it. That's the least of your problems. Bye, sweetheart."

"Bye alpha." Harley flopped back onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. He was really doing this.

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"--then you'd have to clean it, and it has too many nooks and crannies with the plating," Steve was explaining. "At least the old one. We found that out the hard way. Let's just say the manufacturer wasn't too careful. Not sure about the new one."

"Have you seen the new one yet?" Peter asked.

"Not in person, but I've heard it vibrates," Steve said smugly. 

Tony took in the sight of his two mates (well, mate and soon-to-be mate) grinning and going through their clothes haul. Peter was in a different outfit than before, so Tony figured he'd tried a bunch of them on. "You two." Tony waved his hand, fighting a smile. "I just can't. It's too much cuteness."

Steve's cheeks turned pink, and Tony sat on the floor with them and gave his cheek a peck. Steve turned his head and kissed Tony on the mouth. Peter's eyes widened, clearly happy to watch them interact. Their scents mixed and blended so beautifully. Complimented each other.

"You want a show, sweetheart?" Tony teased.

Peter snapped out of it."I--I don't--is this... is this a test?" Peter stammered, scenting nervous.

Steve laughed. "Peter, kid, you're perfect."

"No, baby, it's not a test," Tony said gently. "You just looked a little starstruck, it was cute."

Peter huffed. "Can't help it. You're" he waved his hand. "You."

"Come scent, pup," Tony soothed. Peter settled into Tony's lap and tucked his face away in his neck. Tony felt Peter give a whole-body shiver of pleasure and sagged in relief against Tony's body. 

"Alpha," Peter sighed. 

"Give me a kiss, I gotcha." Tony said.

Peter made a noise of surprise and pulled away from Tony's scent glands. 

"I--"

"Shh, you smell so good, baby."

"M'hard," Peter whimpered. "Sorry."

"That's a good thing, don't worry. Do you want a kiss?"

Peter nodded fervently, a little too stunned to speak. Tony cupped his check with his strong hand and closed the distance.

Peter's first kiss was admittedly the night before when Tony came into his life for the first time. He'd never kissed anyone before that, let alone an experienced, hot alpha. But to be kissed long and hard, for real, by the one he imprinted on, it felt incredible. He felt a pull in his chest that made him want to be pressed skin to skin, a craving for his body heat and his sweat and his everything and anything at all. And despite the bone-crushing need, he was deeply, deeply satisfied with the way Tony moved his mouth. Peter tried to mimic him, kissing back, but Tony pulled away too soon. Emotion bubbled up in his chest. The back of his neck hurt, the way it did when he felt sad and alone. Why didn't alpha want to keep kissing him? Couldn't they do that forever?

"Alpha please more," Peter choked back a sob, burying himself back into the shoulder of Tony's t-shirt.

Tony wrapped his arms around him, hugging him close. "Was that too short, pretty thing?"

Peter nodded into Tony's shirt.

"You can have kisses whenever you want, pup. We want to kiss you all the time. Was that a nice first real kiss?"

"Yes, alpha, thank you!" Peter pulled back and sniffled, wiping his eyes.

"Oh, Peter," Steve soothed, putting a hand on his back while the boy cuddled with Tony. Peter shivered again.

"Are you cold or sensitive?" Tony murmured to him.

"M'really cold," Peter admitted. "Also feels really good. Thank you for keeping me."

"Shhhh, you never need to worry about whether or not we'd keep you. You're mine, and you're stuck with me. I'd be stupid to let a pretty thing like you go."

"And if there's one thing Tony isn't, it's stupid," Steve joked. 

Tony laughed and gave Steve a short kiss over Peter's head. "Damn right. Peter, let's go take a nice warm shower and get ready for bed. 

Peter nodded. "Kiss?"

Tony happily obliged, and this time he ran his fingers through Peter's curls on the back of his head, giving him delicious scritches, pulling him closer. Peter's eyelids fluttered shut, mouth parted slightly, and Tony claimed his mouth, because damn it, that was his. That was his pup, his mate. Peter made delicious little whines and gasps, and Tony eventually had to pull away to catch his breath. Peter's eyes were glassy and unfocused, mouth wet and puffy. His scent was thick with sleepy arousal. Just how an Omega should be. Tony's inner alpha preened at the sight. He did that.

"Look at you, all scent drunk. Let's go shower, baby."

Peter nodded dumbly and leaned on Tony as he guided him to the master bathroom. 

"Do you want to shower yourself or with me?" Tony asked. Just to be safe. The thought of Peter washing his own hair by himself made his eye twitch, but he was also probably overwhelmed. 

"With you!" Peter said. He turned around to get undressed. 

"Hey, hey." Tony stopped him. "Let me see you. I'm gonna see you anyway. I don't need a shy Omega, you need to let me take care of you," he chided.

Peter nodded, feeling a little more settled now that Tony was taking charge, even if it meant he had to get naked. He didn't like Tony giving him too many questions about whether he wanted this or that. He wanted what alpha wanted, why couldn't Tony see that? He took the last of his clothes off, and looked around for a hamper, only to see that Tony had taken his shirt off and was watching him hungrily.

"Sir," Peter whined. His eyes zeroed in on Tony's chest. It would feel really nice to suck on his nipple right now. They were pretty and pebbly, pink and inviting. Peter blinked the urge away, and Tony touched his hair again, ever so softly.

"I have such a pretty Omega," Tony cooed.

"I--I don't--"

"Say thank you," Tony said.

Peter's gaze snapped up to his face. "Thank you alpha. Sorry."

"Good Omega," he praised as he stripped the rest of the way, freeing his cock, which was hard and shiny with precum. It bobbed in the air when he took his underwear off and Peter realized a little too late he was staring. He swallowed, realizing he was salivating at the sight of it like some kind of desperate dog waiting for a treat. Peter looked away, taking deep breaths and feeling a little fuzzy with need. Alpha wanted him. It was okay. He could ask for things. It wouldn't turn Alpha away. 

"Sweetheart," Tony said from the shower where he was adjusting the water. How did he get over there? Peter blinked slowly, trying to come back. "Come here please," Tony said. It wasn't quite his Voice but it was close. Peter followed him into the most deluxe shower he'd ever been in.

When the warm water hit his skin, he bit back a moan, shutting his eyes against the spray. It came from all angles, and it felt like a warm massage.

"See, this is what I wanted," Tony said. "Sleepy, happy Omega. Nice and clean for the nest."

"Y'have nest?" Peter slurred, blissed out. Tony tried to scent extra soothing and happy and proud for him.

"We don't have a real nest quite yet but we have everything you need to build one. I think Steve tried watching some videos to try to start it out for you."

Peter rubbed his eyes and nodded, gaze lowering back to that gorgeous cock.

"Can I touch you, sweetheart?" Tony asked.

Peter looked at him in surprise. "I wanna touch you, Alpha." he paused. "We can do both," he decided. "Please?"

Tony wrapped his hand around Peter's cock and immediately Peter felt a heady rush of warmth, like a pleasant breeze, a rush of happiness rippling over his skin. He felt closer to Tony, in his chest. Something clear squirted from his little Omega cock over Tony's hand, and it felt good. But it wasn't an orgasm, it was different. What was that?

"Ah! Sir, what--"

Tony stroked him through it until Peter squirmed away. "Too much." he caught his breath. "Wha- what was that?"

Tony looked at him like he hung the moon. "You've never--oh, kid." he pulled him in close and scented for him. "You squirted, pup. It's a softer feeling, it's related more to your bond and your emotions than cumming is. It means your inner Omega is really happy."

"But I wanted to cum," Peter blurted.

"In a little while you'll be ready," Tony promised. "We have time. Do you want to touch me now?"

Peter gasped and nodded excitedly, hands reaching out but hesitating. He looked at Tony. "How do I--"

"Just like you'd touch yourself."

Peter paused.

"Kid, you're killing me, please tell me you've touched yourself before."

Peter frowned. "M'not a baby, I've done it some, like in class. It usually makes me feel sad, and my Omega teacher said it's not good for me with my condition."

"Oh kid," Tony said. "Your body was just waiting for me, that's all. There's no wrong way, just take your time." Tony brought Peter's hands to his cock, glistening in the shower water, and Peter let out a punched out noise.

"Shh, just like that." Tony helped him stroke and get a rhythm. "Look at you. You're doing so good. Rub the tip with your thumb," Tony coached.

Peter did, and he was rewarded with a groan of pleasure and a burst of slipperiness. He stroked faster, and Tony steadied himself on the wall.

"Jesus, your grip, fuck." 

"Your cock is pretty," Peter murmured, somewhat to himself. He touched the head again, exploring all of the skin he could, mapping his alpha with his hands. 

"Fuck, good Omega, ah, gonna-- sweetheart, oh. Get ready, honey," Tony tensed, warm white cum splashing over Peter's hand and washing down the drain. Tony gasped and Peter watched the pleasure on his face. I did that.

Tony came back to himself and pulled Peter in for a heated kiss. Peter whined. "My turn?"

Tony laughed shakily, still affected. "You're perfect."

Peter remembered his manners this time. "Thank you Sir."

"Do you want a reward?" Tony asked.

"I get a reward?"

"For a handjob like that, yes baby, you can have anything you want."

"Oh," Peter gave a shy smile. "What did you have in mind?"

Tony made a mental note to give the kid less open ended choices. He didn't seem to like them very much, always turning them around or freezing up.

"Well," Tony said, "I was thinking I could give you your first blowjob."

"Yes!" Peter said. "Yes please alpha."

"Okay, kid," he patted Peter's ass. "Get your cute butt over here, I want you sitting down. It'll be easier on you. Some Omegas get faint and we've got lots of hot water and steam and you're pretty worked up." He got Peter situated on the built in shower bench and knelt in front of him. "What do you say?"

Peter's reply was instant. He'd been trained for this. "Please, alpha, please suck my cocklet for me."

"Good Omega. I want you to grip my hair if you need something to do with your hands."

"D-d'you want me to tell you when I'm gonna cum?"

"Oh sweetheart, I can tell. And I like the taste of a happy Omega more than anything."

"I've practiced swallowing with toys," Peter admitted quietly. "Good manners."

"Yes, that's good, because in this household we always swallow."

"Is that a rule?" Peter asked. "I didn't just now, I'm sorry." 

Tony's brown eyes looked so pretty from this angle, and the water clumping his eyelashes together just made Peter's heart flip.

"Well we're in the shower and you were using your hands on me so it would have been hard. But generally, it is a rule, and we have other rules, but nothing scary. Soon we'll sit down and figure out all the things you like and don't like, and we'll make some rules together." Tony pressed a kiss to Peter's inner thigh, and he squirmed.

"Why?" Peter asked.

"Because it's good for you. You need structure. But that's enough questions, you're stalling, little one."

"You're just pretty!" Peter said defensively.

"You're pretty too," Tony hummed, before hungrily and suddenly sucking him down to the root.

Peter gasped, hands scrabbling for purchase on the marble tile before finding Tony's hair. He was right, this felt nice. Grounding. Tony was warm and wet and tight and his tongue moved. Peter scrunched his eyes shut in pleasure, toes curling in anticipation of what was building in his belly. It had been a while since he'd cum from touching his cock and not just training his hole for class. Omegas didn't really need to have cocks, but right now he was so glad for it. He opened his eyes to peek and whined at the sight. Tony's dark hair was plastered to his forehead, water running down his face as he bobbed and sucked like an expert. Peter knew he was small, but he never thought before that it was a good thing. And it was, because it meant it was easy for his alpha to do this for him. He fit so nicely. He knew it wouldn't probably be regular thing. It wasn't something his teacher said most alphas usually wanted to do. Maybe Tony was showing him what to do when it was his turn. Like training?

But oh, it felt like heaven. 

Peter felt the warmth in his belly grow, and he arched his back involuntarily, gripping Tony's hair like a lifeline, hips stuttering of their own accord into his mouth as he came with a cry.

Spots danced in front of Peter's vision, and for a moment, he worried he'd pass out, but he took a deep breath and tilted his hips into the dissipating pleasure. Tony didn't seem to mind, and just sucked harder until the pleasure was gone and it started to overwhelm his senses.

"Alpha," Peter protested. Tony pulled off instantly, and Peter fell back against the tile. He felt like he was made of jelly. How the hell was he supposed to get up? "That was amazing," he said softly. "You did that for me."

Tony smiled at him. "I did. I'd do anything for you. Why don't you sit there while I wash your hair and then we can go nest."

Peter shifted in his seat. "M'slick." He felt extra slippery and wet in his seat already, more slippery than just water. Of course he leaked when Tony used his expert mouth on him. Why didn't he think about that?

Tony briefly brushed a thumb over his bottom lip, eliciting a shiver, before grabbing the shampoo bottle. It smelled like coconut. "I'll get you clean. Let me take care of you."

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Tony wrapped Peter up in a fluffy towel that was quite frankly softer than any towel he'd ever used in his life. 

"Do you want to wear some of my pajamas?" Tony rifled through his dresser. Peter perched on the edge of the bed and took in the bedroom. The nest was just plain wrong and horribly constructed, but he could fix it. It wasn't Steve's fault he was bad at nesting. He just didn't have the Omega vision for it. 

Steve knocked on the door frame. Oh. The door was open. Peter realized with a warm sense of wonder that he didn't need to worry about privacy with being naked anymore. It was probably encouraged. I don't need a shy Omega. Peter needed to be needed; that was the mantra at the core of his body. He shed the towel and immediately shivered at the cold air, curling up in the blankets. Naked was too cold, especially if he was damp. 

"Hey, Peter, you look so pretty, doll."

Peter made a little eep noise and burrowed into the nest before remembering his manners. "Thank you, alpha," he said, muffled underneath a blanket.

"I brought you some of your new pajamas," Steve said. "Fresh from the dryer."

Peter sat upright. Warm clothes.

"He needs my scent," Tony said. "He can wear those another time."

Peter looked between them, torn. 

"It's okay, kid, we can warm up my clothes too," Tony said. 

He didn't realize that was an option.

"Give me some that you've already worn," Steve told Tony. Peter let them talk and figure out sleeping arrangements while he figured out how to fix the nest.

Once Peter sat back, satisfied, Tony laid down on his belly next to him. The Omega met his eyes with a sharp intake of breath. "Alpha," he whined, rolling over onto his back and baring his neck instinctively.

Tony chuckled at the display. "No bite yet, pup. You've had a busy day, and we have to wait for Harley."

Peter's stomach twisted in disappointment. 

Tony must have seen it on his face when he said, "But the dryer's almost done and you have some nice new bedtime toys."

Peter smiled shyly. "Can I have the purple one, please?"

"Of course," Tony said. "Steve washed it for you, it's right here," Tony left to get it out of the bathroom, and Peter felt the familiar ache in his bones that meant alpha's leaving. He took a deep breath, shaking it off. Tony came right back.

He sat on the bed with Peter and held the toy to his lips. "Give it a kiss." Peter blushed and kissed it gingerly before realizing that Tony probably wanted a sloppy kiss, so he tried again. He ran his tongue over it, sucking a little, feeling the silicone surface. 

"That's it, honey, show me how you practice."

His cocklet twitched and he shivered in pleasure, taking more of it. The feeling of a toy on his tongue was familiar and comforting. The room smelled like happy, pleased alpha and it was intoxicating. Peter sucked harder, whining around it. The fuzzy headspace he loved so much wrapped around him, his world narrowing to the toy and Tony's hands. It was a relief to start with the toy, in a way. He couldn't mess it up. 

Tony carded his fingers through Peter's hair as he worked at it. "You can take a little more, come on," Tony nudged the toy in ever so gently and Peter made a happy little noise, before pushing himself to take as much as he could. 

"Oh, look at you," Tony cooed. Peter gagged but he didn't pull off. He knew better than to give up. He rarely gagged anymore, but this one was a little bigger than he was used to. "Shh, that's it," Tony praised, gripping the base of the toy and working it gently in and out. "Gagging is good for you, huh?" Peter choked and moaned around it. Tony massaged the back of his head. "Gives your body all the nice hormones." 

Tony pulled it completely out after a little while. "Let's take a break for a minute," Tony set the wet toy on the bedsheets. Peter's eyes were blown wide, lips parted in waiting for the toy to come back.

"Please," Peter gasped.

"Please what, sweetheart?" Tony pulled him into his arms and Peter inhaled his scent shamelessly.

"Please, can I cum?" Peter said into Tony's shoulder.

"Of course," Tony said, wrapping a strong hand around Peter's cocklet. It only took two strokes before Peter shook against him, rutting into his hand, choking out a thank you.

"That was so good, look at that," Tony held up his hand for Peter, and Peter knew instantly what to do. He lapped it up, cleaning his alpha's hand efficiently. He fought not to wrinkle his nose at the taste. It wasn't bad, just strange. Too sweet. Alpha's was better. He kissed Tony's palm and nuzzled back into his neck.

"Oh, look at you two," Steve said from the doorway. "I brought your pajamas, kid. Can I come in?"

"It's your room too," Peter mumbled into Tony's shoulder

"It's always good to ask before approaching a nest," Steve said, giving Peter the clothes and sitting on the bed. “I don’t want to spook you or overstep.” Peter looked up at him. That made sense. He put Tony’s pajamas on, a soft band tee, and flannel plaid pants. They were pretty big on him, but he didn’t mind. He felt owned and warm, and this was the best feeling.

Peter purred at the warmth and sniffed the shirt. Immediately, a rush of slick trickled out of him. He froze.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Stark," Peter said. "I just...I just slicked."

Tony and Steve shared a glance that Peter didn't understand. "Hone,y that's perfectly fine. It's normal."

"But it's your clothes," Peter protested.

"And it will come out no problem in the wash. We can get you some pads if that makes you more comfortable."

Peter nodded, absentmindedly touching his own mouth. His hand tasted a little bit like his cum. But pads sounded good. 

He wrapped himself in a heavy, soft blanket and purred at the warmth. There was a ding from the ceiling that Peter assumed meant that FRIDAY had ordered them successfully. His eyelids drifted shut, and he leaned his head against Tony's shoulder, blanket still covering him. "M'sleepy."

"I can tell. Do you want your sleeping gag?"

Peter nodded against his arm. Tony kissed the top of his head.

"Okay. Open up." 

Peter sat up and let Tony buckle the penis gag onto him. It was pretty small, just meant to keep his mouth occupied. This one wasn't designed to be challenging or demeaning. It was just for Omega comfort. Peter felt it with his tongue and closed his eyes, tucking himself into Tony's side. Tony helped them lay down and Steve tucked him in with several thick blankets. Peter was out in seconds, still suckling on his gag. He floated into a dreamless, heavy sleep.

Tony looked over at Steve, face illuminated by a bright screen. Texting Bucky.

"How's he doing?" Tony asked.

"He said Shuri makes too many references and now he's complaining about the Dodgers."

"Has he realized they aren't here anymore?" Tony joked.

Steve laughed. "You realize he was frozen a hell of a lot less than me, right? And yeah, but he still follows them. After Sam showed him the ESPN app he checks it constantly." Steve looked over at Peter. "Can I send Bucky a picture of him?"

Tony shook his head in the low light. "Not when he's asleep like this. Ask him first when he's awake tomorrow."

"Right, yeah, sorry," Steve said. "Can I touch him?" Steve whispered.

Tony snorted. "Let him sleep, horndog." 

"He's just scenting so.... sweet and..."

"Horny?"

"Yeah! How does he scent horny in his sleep?"

"You do, sometimes," Tony pointed out.

Steve's eyes widened. "Well, shit."

Steve was quiet for a minute, watching Peter breathe, head tucked into the crook of Tony's arm. He looked so much smaller like this. It was hard to imagine this soft, sleeping Omega fighting crime. 

"What do we do if we get the call?" Steve asked.

"What, like a mission?"

"Yeah."

"I thought you were retired, Cap," Tony poked his side teasingly.

"You know better than I do that if some alien comes out of the sky again, that we'd both be out there."

"Honestly?" Tony said. "I think if there were aliens again, I'd pilot the suit remotely. I've been thinking about it. I had the Iron Legion, and I've rebuilt it for the most part, so we have a bunch of suits at our disposal. And a handful of small drones, and if I control the Mark 85 myself, just, y'know, remotely, that's just as good if not better than me actually being in the suit."

"Huh," Steve said. "I thought flying was part of the thrill for you."

Tony laid his head back on the pillow with a sigh. "It was. I just can't justify taking that big of a risk if I have two Omegas who need me. I draw the line at aliens. Stupid earthling villains? Sure, I might get some exercise. But I’m not dealing with ET directly anymore.”

"I get it, that makes sense. And there's plenty of new young heroes out there," Steve reassured him. 

"Yeah, kinda hard to keep their names straight," Tony chuckled. 

"I'm sure FRIDAY could help with that."

"Oh, she does, trust me," Tony smiled at his husband. 

Steve's gaze fell back to Peter's sleeping form. "You're doing a fucking amazing job with him," Steve murmured.

"Thanks," Tony said quietly. He kissed Peter's temple and the kid shifted a little, nestling closer. 

“You think he’s gonna want to be Spider-Man again?” Steve asked.

“I doubt it, but if he does, maybe we can set up some…training wheels protocol. At the very least, scent blockers in the suit, maybe a heater in it. I have a prototype, just in case.”

“That’s so you. He’s gonna love it.”

“He better,” Tony smiled. “Put a lot of work into it.”

“I bet you did.” Steve yawned. “I’m tired, I’m going to sleep. G’night Tones.”

“Come give me a kiss,” Tony said.

Steve leaned over and kissed him. Peter didn’t wake. Good.

“Night, honey,” Tony settled back into the nest. The kid did a great job with it. He drifted off to sleep surrounded by happy Omega scent.

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When Tony woke up, Peter was sleeping curled up in the nest, hugging Steve's arm. His wonderful, beefy arm. Tony was almost jealous, if it weren't for the fucking sight they made.

"You awake?" Steve whispered.

Tony snorted softly. "Yeees," he whispered back. "Do you want to go to the gym, Alpha?"

Steve looked at him with pleading eyes. "I was supposed to meet Sam there an hour ago; he won't let go."

"Have you tried moving?" Tony asked, not very seriously.

"Yes! He's...he's sticky."

"Sticky like... cum?"

"Sticky like spider!" Steve whisper-shouted. "He's stuck on me like he'd stick on a building. He won’t let go, and I don’t wanna hurt him. Or me.” Tony looked at his mate incredulously, sitting up more. "Alright. Let's see if we can get him unstuck."

"Peter, 'mega, it's time to wake up," Tony cooed. Peter nuzzled even deeper into Steve's side, trying to get under him. 

Steve laughed softly. "Peter, baby, I have places to be, and you need to eat breakfast."

"Good spiders get to eat breakfast," Tony added. Peter's head emerged from the blanket with narrowed, curious eyes. "I know you don't want to give up the pretty alpha, but we need to get up." 

Peter shook his head vehemently. 

"Okay, kid, I'm taking the gag off," Tony said. He moved closer, and Peter bared his neck instinctively. "Shhh, good kid, no bite right now. If you let go of the toy, you can have my cock."

Peter whined at the loss of the gag and worked his jaw, getting used to an empty mouth. 

"Sir," he whined brokenly.

"Come here, kid, it's okay. Steve needs to go start his day." 

"Okay," Peter said, climbing into Tony's lap and tucking his face into his shoulder.

"Go, it's okay," Tony mouthed to Steve, who nodded, looking worried, and freed himself from the nest to go change and get ready.

"Can you try to come up for me, baby? I know you're sleepy and foggy, that's okay, but we both need to make phone calls."

Peter nodded and took a deep breath, blinking away the fuzzy headspace as best he could. He touched his bottom lip, picking at the dry skin. His mouth was way too empty.

"Sorry I got sticky," Peter said. "It's hard to control when I get emotional. I thought I was gonna lose Steve, my brain was telling me he would be gone forever," Peter felt tears threaten to spill out. "And I really love you guys, and he was so warm, I've never been warm like that before, it was so nice. I wasn't thinking straight."

"It's okay, kid. He just didn't know what to do. We want you to be comfortable always. Should we make a plan for the next time you're sticky?"

"Yeah, um. More kisses? It might distract me enough. Or talk to me."

"So what I'm hearing is distraction will get you to un-stick?"

"Yes, sir," Peter said, looking at the doorway where Steve had left. 

"Can you stick on command?" Tony held out his arm. "Let's test."

"Well it's different, but okay," Peter placed his hand on Tony's arm, and Tony nearly jumped at the sensation.

"What--that's...that's weird. Not bad weird, just. I've never felt anything like that."

Peter un-stuck, pulling a little at the arm-hair there, and Tony rubbed his arm. 

"Sorry."

"No, don't be," Tony cupped his cheek and brought him in for a sweet morning kiss. Peter gasped into his mouth, always so reactive. "Serious question."

"Okay?" Peter frowned.

"Okay, well, first of all, can you be sticky to yourself?"

"No? I don't think so."

"Oh," Tony said.

"You look disappointed, alpha. Were you wondering if I touch myself with it?" Peter giggled. 

Tony laughed. "Yeah, maybe. It's an honest question."

"Do you want me to touch your cock with it?" Peter asked earnestly.

"Um," Tony thought about it. "Just as a test."

"I couldn't move my hand, though once it’s on," Peter said. "That might be a problem."

"That's okay, kid. It's a science experiment." Tony shimmied off his boxers while Peter arranged himself sitting criss-crossed on the bed.

"Oh yeah? What science is that?" Peter asked.

Tony scoffed. "Dick science, of course. The most important kind. Makes the world go round."

"It's for ritual purposes," Peter joked.

"Are you calling me an ancient artifact?"

Peter giggled. "You said it, not me."

"You little shit." Tony shook his head. "Come touch your alpha."

Peter carefully wrapped his hand around Tony's half-hard cock. It was different to touch it when it was softer. He was probably a little worried it would feel gross, Peter thought to himself.

Think of buildings. Peter closed his eyes and summoned the stickiness. Tony gasped. "Oh fuck, kid. Move. Move your hand. Fuck, I'm hard now."

"I can't move it, that's the point," Peter protested. 

"Omega," Tony warned.

Tony was right, his cock was thick and reddening. Peter took a deep breath and let go. 

"Good kid," Tony praised. "Can you give me another handjob, sweetheart? Just like in the shower?"

"I wanted it in my mouth," Peter argued. "You said I could have cock if I let go of Steve."

"Aren't you a bossy little thing today. Okay, okay. Go ahead, honey."

Tony sat back against the headboard and let the kid lie on his belly and get comfortable. 

Peter outright moaned around his cock the second the tip touched his tongue. He sucked hard and pulled off to speak. "You taste so good, Sir," Peter said.

Tony carded his fingers gently through Peter's sleepy, messy curls, tightening his fingers in them ever so gently. "Good," he panted. "'Cause you're swallowing all of it."

Peter nodded happily and sucked Tony down faster than the man expected. Tony yelped.

"Oh fuck fuck fuck, good job, fuck, good kid," Tony tried his hardest not to rock up into Peter's mouth. The kid was so well-trained. Those practice toys and all those Omega classes were seriously a good investment. 

Peter bobbed his head and sucked, purring the whole time. The vibrations of his purrs were insane. 

"Oh, Pete, kid, this is--fuck-- this is the best use of your mouth, god damn," Peter whined at the words, rocking his hips and rubbing on the mattress below him while he sucked. 

"Aw, do you like it when I say things like that, baby?"

Peter nodded and pulled off with a wet pop. "Yes, alpha!"

"So pretty for me," he said, rumbling slightly. "Suck harder, sweetheart. Perfect Omega. Perfect mouth for me. Almost there."

Peter redoubled his efforts, if that was even fucking possible, and Tony gripped the sheets so he wouldn't pull the kid's hair when he came down his throat.

"Fuck, c'mon, there you go, good 'mega, gonna cum," Tony gasped.

Peter made a pleased little noise of surprise when he tasted it, but he sucked it all down easily. It made his belly feel warm, and the taste was so much better than he'd ever imagined. Much better than his own, which he'd tried when he was younger and didn't much care for. I'd eat all the cum in the world if it was for Mr. Stark, he thought to himself. I’d do whatever he–

"Okay, okay, pull off, there you go," Tony leaned his head against the wall, spent. "That was insane."

"Was I good?" Peter asked nervously. 

Tony opened his eyes and looked at Peter. "Kid. You sucked my soul out. Yes, that was good."

Peter squirmed under the praise, blushing and pleased with himself. "Thank you for letting me have your cum, Mr. Stark," he said quietly. "It feels really nice."

"Good, that's how it should feel," Tony said. He motioned for Peter to lay down with him and the omega snuggled into his side happily. "Cum is hormones, and hormones are good for your damage. They're good for any Omega, really, but they help regulate you. Keep you happy."

"It's my favorite," Peter smiled. "You taste so good, alpha."

"You're so sweet." Tony kissed his head. "I disagree, but maybe that's just the alpha in me."

"Do alphas not like it?"

"Not from what I can tell," Tony said. "Steve's blown me plenty, but I can tell it's not his favorite taste. I don't mind his much, but everyone's different."

"Steve does this?"

"Well, yeah, honey, we're married."

"Oh," Peter said. He thought for a moment. "I want to suck him off now too!"

"You can eventually," Tony said, amused. "We need a couple more days to settle into things. Your imprint is still fresh. Speaking of imprints..."

Peter sat up. "Are we gonna call Harley?" he asked excitedly.

"I mean, we can, sure, but I need to call his mom and explain things because I called him the other day to tell him to come home, and I'm sure she's wondering what the hell is going on."

"Oh," Peter giggled.

"And you need to call your aunt, so we're doing that too."

"What--oh shit." His aunt was probably blowing up his phone, wondering if he's okay. 

"I had FRI text her that you were fine and happy, but I think she's gonna need to hear it from you."

Peter nodded. "Where's my phone?"

"FRIDAY can make calls from the number for you, don't worry about it," Tony said. "But I think I saw it in the living room."

"Okay," Peter tucked his feet under himself. "You make your call first, alpha. I'll be quiet."

Tony kissed his nose as FRIDAY placed the call.

"Hello?" Mrs. Keener said. She didn't sound pleased.

"Hey, it's Tony."

"Hey, yeah. So care to tell me why my kid is packing his shit?"

"I asked him to come home and live with me. I'm sorry I didn't talk to you first. I've been kind of preoccupied with another little one. I had another imprint, his name's Peter, and he's here with me. It would be the perfect time for Harley to come home."

"Jesus. And join your harem? How many boys are there?"

"Just Peter and Harley," Tony gritted his teeth. "I'm worried that if Harley doesn't come get a bite from me, that when I bite Peter, Harley's imprint will go away completely."

"And that would hurt him."

"Exactly," Tony said. "I'd have to bite them at the same time."

"How old is Peter?"

"He's about the same age as Harley. He's sixteen."

Tony heard Harley yell in the background, "He's enhanced!"

"What? He's enhanced?" Mrs. Keener was saying.

"Uh, yeah, about that," Tony said. "He's our little webslinger."

There was a pause of silence. "You're joking."

"Hey, you know who I am," Tony said.

"And now you're dragging my family into it."

"Do you want your kid to have a broken bond at this age?"

"Imprint. Broken imprint. He'd survive."

"Yeah, but would he want to?" Tony countered. "He needs me. He's almost an adult, let him make this decision."

"He's hardly an adult," she huffed. Harley could be heard in the background singing off-key and loudly professing his love for Peter. "Harley, would you shut up for one minute?"

"Ma'am, I will pay for top-notch security and whatever living accommodations for your family for the rest of your li--"

"Don't bribe me," she cut him off. "I'll take the security, but I like my house, thank you very much."

"Alright, consider it done," Tony agreed.

She sighed. "Harley loves you so much. Always has. Just breaks my heart to let him go."

"He's ready," Tony promised her. "I'll take good care of him. We're going to be a pack."

"A pack," she chuckled, a little bit of sadness in her voice. "If you hurt him..."

"I would never," Tony swore.

"I know, I know. Some things you just gotta say."

There was a beat of silence before she spoke again.

"So are you pickin' him up?"

"Well, I booked him a flight, actually."

"He's got way too much shit. You're gonna need a car with some room inna back."

"Oh," Tony said, already thinking over the logistics. He could have someone get him a van. "We could do a road trip."

Peter sat up straighter with interest. 

"When do you think you're gonna get here?" she asked.

"I don't know. 5 PM?"

"Tonight?"

"Is that an issue?" Tony asked.

"No, no, that's fine," she said. "I'll tell the little shit to pack faster. Don't you give me that -- Okay, I gotta go. He wants me to help him." Tony could practically hear the woman roll her eyes.

"Okay. Thanks for understanding, ma'am."

"Uh-huh. Drive safe." She hung up first. 

Peter looked at Tony with wide eyes, nearly bouncing with excitement. "Are we seriously going on a road trip?"

Tony rolled his eyes. "Yes, Omega. Let's go tell Steve."

"YAY!" Peter raced out of the room. "FRIDAY, which way is the gym?"

Tony heard FRIDAY open the elevator for him with a ding. He'd let the kid have a head start. He needed to put some pants on.

Oh shit. They still needed to call the aunt. Fuck. Especially now that they were going out of state. 

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May had been surprisingly fine with the trip. It took a little bit of convincing, but he'd thought he might have to fully beg and plead. She told him to wear his seat belt and to let Tony drive and to be very well behaved when he met Harley's family. Peter agreed, of course. 

"And at least send me a picture of the trees out the window or something so I know you're alive and happy." she'd said.

"You have my location," Peter had pointed out.

"Even so."

"Mr. Stark, tell me about Harley!" Peter settled into the passenger seat of the rental van. It wasn't nearly as big as a moving truck, but Tony said he texted with Harley and that the kid wasn't bringing any furniture with him. Just boxes. Peter was particularly excited about his blankets. He hoped Harley would smell compatible and --even better-- smell good.

"What does he smell like?" Peter asked. 

Tony laughed and got in the driver's side, tucking Peter's duffle of toys and blankets behind the seats. "Well here, this was going to be a surprise, but you're so cute." Tony pulled a scrap of fabric out of his jacket pocket. Peter's senses instantly zeroed in on it. 

It was scented. It must have been Harley's. And not just like he'd slept in it, but like he'd rubbed it on himself in multiple places. Peter's breath caught, arms already reaching to grab it. Mine.

Tony held it away, teasing, before giving it to him anyway. "Look at you, honey. You have tunnel vision for your mate, don't you?"

Peter pressed the fabric to his face and whined at the wave of pleasure in his body and the resulting dampness in his pants. He'd squirted again. 

"T-Tony," Peter cried brokenly. "Please, want him!"

"Shit, baby, shhh, it's okay. I didn't mean to make you upset."

"I miss him!" Peter sniffled, rubbing his cheek on the cloth possessively. "He smells so good."

"Do you want one of your toys?"

"Not yet alpha," Peter said. "Wanna get to him fast."

"We will, I promise." Tony put a hand on Peter's thigh and they were off.

Peter spent most of the next hour purring, curled up on the seat with one of his blankets and the cloth pressed to his cheek.

After a while, he sat up a little to speak.

"Did Harley ever suck you off?" Peter asked.

"Fantasizing, are we?" Tony raised an eyebrow and looked at him, but there was nothing but adoration in his eyes.

Peter flushed. "Maybe."

"Yes, he has. He doesn't like it as much as you do, but it's good for Omegas to have cum in their bellies. It soothes your hormones."

"Why doesn't he like it?"

"He likes it okay," Tony said. "He's not gag trained yet; he's been struggling with it."

"Oh, okay," Peter said. He remembered that one of the first things they did in Omega classes was get rid of the gag reflex. It was hard and miserable work, but it paid off, and they always said that it would make giving blowjobs more fun if they finished gag-training. But in the high-achiever program May put him in, there really wasn't a choice, and they got it done relatively quickly. He couldn't imagine trying to do it on his own, though, especially without your alpha or anyone else there.

He busied himself with his new phone, searching. "What's his last name?" Peter asked.

"Little stalker," Tony teased. "It's Keener. K-e-e-n-e-r."

Peter made a pleased little trill. "Found him."

Peter crunched on the cheese and crackers that Steve had packed for them in a little red and blue plastic container. The lid had Spider-Man cartoon art on it. It made Peter swell with happiness that his alphas loved every part of who he was, even if he didn't know if he'd ever be out there like that again. There was always something restless, searching, desperate about his patrols. When he was with his alphas he felt settled in a way he'd never been before. The question of whether or not he'd be Spider-Man was so far away that he could barely register it. It would hurt too much to be away from his mate anyway. Web-swinging was a solo activity by nature, and being alone didn't appeal to him anymore. Well, it never had, but now? Now he had a choice. Now he had mates.

"Tell me more about Harley," Peter said again, drawing his fuzzy throw blanket around his shoulders and gazing at the boy's recent pictures on his Instagram page. It looked like he had a little sister, and she was trying to get him to post about her lemonade stand, which was cute. They'd been driving for an hour and Peter was chilly from the air conditioner that Tony liked so much. 

"Well," Tony said, "He's got a sharp tongue. Sassy. He's sweet, too. One of the smartest kids I've ever met." 

"He's gorgeous," Peter said. "I googled him."

Tony smiled, watching the road. The guy ahead of them was swerving a little bit, and Peter could tell it made the alpha nervous. 

"He's so pretty, isn't he?" Tony said. "He's a needy little thing, probably going to knock me over when he sees me. I don't need you getting jealous, though. You're both mine."

"Yes, yours," Peter nodded seriously. "Can I hug him?"

"Baby, he's gonna be family, he'll be your nestmate. Of course you can. I think it's gonna knock you both into your headspace when you meet, so you might end up doing more than hugging."

Peter gasped in delight. "I could kiss him," he whispered.

Tony rolled his eyes. "Yes, lovebird. Let's see, he likes making things just as much as you, although he's more into cars and robots than he is into biochem."

"Hey, I like robots, too," Peter said.

"I know you do," Tony said. "He likes it when you play with his hair. He likes it when I spank him."

"Does he like to suck on things like me?"

Tony reached over and rubbed his shoulder. "Not as much as you, but he's pretty good at the actual swallowing. He's not as well trained as you, but that's not his fault."

"So he never went to classes?" Peter asked.

"No, they don't have good classes where he lives," Tony said. "And with an imprint, it would have made him feel sad. Classes are good for unmated Omegas to practice but it's not good for imprinted ones to be around other people when they're vulnerable like that. I know he's tried some YouTube videos, though. He's like you, always wanting to be good for me. Even if he's a little shit sometimes."

"He sounds perfect," Peter sighed, kicking his blanket-covered feet on the dash. 

"Ah-ah. Hey. Do I want you to fold like a pretzel if we get hit?"

"Alpha--" Peter whined. "I can already fold like a pretzel. And you're such a good driver."

Tony waved at the car in front of them. "This asshole isn't, and there's not enough room for me to pass him here with these cars coming the other way. You can tuck your feet up on the seat, how about that? We don't want any squished spiders."

Peter huffed, but tucked up in a ball. He clutched the cloth like it would get taken away from him, stealing little inhales of the delicious omega scent. It literally smelled like he'd slicked on it or something; it was so good. 

Tony ruffled his hair. "Do you wanna know about his kinks?"

Peter sat bolt upright. "YES!"

"Mhm, I bet. I would say his biggest kink is wanting to be a toy for me, or maybe wanting to get roughed up. It's a tie between them. He likes to feel used and owned and held and loved. He always squirts when I tell him how he's such a good, well-loved toy for me. I'd love to get him on a machine one day and keep him there for a while. He'd have a field day." 

Peter felt slick trickle out, soaking through his boxers and into his shorts. He let out an involuntary noise. Tony scented the air sharply, honing in on the smell of Omega arousal.

He reached his hand across the center console. "Lemme touch you, baby."

"Yes, alpha," Peter gasped, letting Tony dip his hand in his waistband and rub his thumb over his cocklet. Peter's breath quickened into short, punchy gasps as he gripped the sides of the seat. Tony pulled his hand away.

"Alpha no," Peter whined.

"Shh, baby, hold on a minute." Tony pressed a button on the van's display, tapping into his own system. "FRIDAY, call Harley."

Peter gasped as the phone rang, hands flying to touch himself. Harley picked it up quickly.

"Alpha?" Harley answered. 

"Hey, sweetheart," Tony said.

"Harley!" Peter cried, unable to help himself. 

"Oh, you got a pretty thing with you," Harley drawled. "Hey, darlin'." 

"Please, please," Peter begged Tony, reaching over to grab his alpha's arm. He wanted his fingers back. Tony dipped his fingers back into his shorts and rubbed teasing circles around his entrance.

"Yes, Peter's with me," Tony said, "He's very needy today. Right now he's right on the edge. He's got the scent cloth you gave me a while back, he's practically sucking on it."

"He like to suck?" Harley's voice was darker, smoother now. Peter bit back tears of need.

"More than anything," Tony responded, his own scent of need mixing with Peter's in the air. It struck Peter just how much it hurt Tony to be away from Harley, too. "Peter, baby, can you get a practice toy out of the bag for yourself? We don't want you sad."

Peter nodded and rushed to grab his favorite. He still liked the purple one best. Once he had it in his mouth, he felt like he could breathe a little better. 

"Tell him what to do, Harls," Tony ordered. "I like to watch my toys play with each other."

Harley whined, clearly affected. "M'shuttin' the door," he said. 

"You safe in your room?" Tony asked sharply.

"Yeah, just don't want my mama to hear. Can't wait to live with you so I don't hafta hide back in here." He sighed happily, and Peter could hear squeaking bedsprings and rustling blankets as he got settled. Peter squeezed his legs together around Tony's fingers, thinking about sharing a nest with him.

"Harley, please," Peter begged.

"It's okay, Mega, I'm here," Harley soothed. "You wanna play with yourself?"

"I--Mr. Stark already is." Peter whimpered. "Mr. Stark, can I take my shorts off?"

"Yeah, let 'im take his shorts off," Harley added.

"Yes, under the blanket," Tony said. "You are not for random truckers to look at. This van doesn't have the tinted windows like it should." Tony grumbled to himself about how they didn't give him the van he'd asked for.

"Yes alpha," Peter nodded, shimmying out of his shorts.

"You slick, baby?" Harley asked.

"Fuck, yes, Harley, I'm gonna get it on the seats."

"It's okay," Tony interjected. "You don’t need to worry about that." He rubbed Peter's scruff with his thumb, and the Omega gasped, eyes rolling back.

"Can I come?" Peter asked desperately.

"Already?" Harley teased. 

"I just want you," Peter whined.

"Oh, darlin', I want you too. Tony sent me your Instagram. You look so fuckin' cute. I can't wait to eat you out."

Peter hooked two fingers into himself, trying to find some relief, but Tony reached over and handed him the practice toy he'd forgotten about. Peter snatched it greedily, immediately stuffing it into his hole. "I wanna eat you out too!" Peter said. "I think I should get to go first."

"Oh? Why's that?" Harley said.

"Because you--Because I like how you smell and--I don't know, Harley," Peter stammered. He worked the toy in and out and groaned at the stretch and the relief it brought. "M'using a toy right now."

"Oh yeah?" Harley said. "Has Tony fucked you yet?"

"No!" Peter huffed.

"He was a little skittish at first," Tony said. "It's coming, baby, don't worry. Remember how I said we need a yes, please?"

"Yes ple-he-hease," Peter cried, clenching around the toy. 

"I can pull over, sweetheart, we can take the edge off," Tony offered.

"Ooh, you're spoiled," Harley teased.

"Hush," Tony said. "Peter, are you feeling okay? We can pull over. Are you sad at all?"

He shook his head. "Can I please cum now?" Peter rocked his hips, palming his cocklet with the hand that wasn't occupied by the toy. He could feel the familiar warmth building in his belly; he needed--

"You need to ask Harley that," Tony said, moving his hand to squeeze Peter's thigh roughly.

Peter's reply was instant. "Harley, please, please, let me cum, please, I'll be good, I wanna be so good for you, I promise I can be good, I want you, you smell so good, please--"

"Cum for me, 'mega," Harley growled. He couldn't really use an alpha voice, but he could try to sound dominant. 

"Good boy, Harley," Tony praised. 

Peter cried out, shooting a teaspoon worth of thin Omega cum onto the blanket and his seat. "Thank you, Harley, thank you, thank youthankyou--"

"Shh, hey, you're okay," Harley soothed.

"You're doing alright, bambino, breathe. That was really good," Tony praised. "We love you so much. Why don't you clean the toy off for me."

Peter caught his breath shakily, gripping the base of the toy inside him. "Don't wanna be empty," Peter said quietly.

"Omega, that wasn't a question."

Peter's eyes widened at the display of dominance. Having Tony make that choice was better than being full. He pulled the toy out with a wet squelch, and heard Harley's murmured curse over the phone. 

Peter sucked the sweet slick off the toy. It wasn't his favorite taste, no, that honor was reserved for alpha cum. It was just a little too sweet for him, usually. But he wanted to be good; he needed it in his bones, and it felt so nice to have anything on his tongue. 

He couldn't help but imagine it was Harley's slick in his mouth. He sucked harder at the thought.

"Is he sucking?" Harley asked.

"Yes, he's in his space right now. Let's let him be. He's gonna love your tits, baby."

"Not tits," Harley half-argued.

"No? Do you like the bras I sent you?"

"Yeah, they help," Harley grumbled. "Think I almost fit into the B cup ones now."

Peter whined around the toy at the thought. Tony and Harley both laughed. 

"You like that, kid?" Tony asked.

Peter licked the toy. "Maybe. I'm pretty small too."

"Cutie patootie," Harley made a dramatic smooching noise.

"Stopppp," Peter giggled. He touched his breasts, looking down at them, and didn't miss how Tony kept an eye on him. He wondered if Harley would be into them, or if he wouldn't care much. 

"Incoming call from the Better Half"

Tony snorted a laugh. "Jesus Christ, Friday, please turn off Steve's access to my contacts. Harley, we gotta go, baby, but we'll be there in a few hours. Make sure you have everything."

"Okay! Bye, love you!"

"Love you too!" Peter said, almost at the same time as Tony. 

The call switched over.

"Hiii Worser Half," Tony sang.

"Worser isn't a word," Steve reminded him. 

Tony could hear the stupid grin on his face. "Mhm. Sure. You also said “rizz” wasn’t a real word when we played Scrabble last week, but guess what’s in the dictionary."

"Yeah, Urban Dictionary doesn't count in Scrabble."

"Uh-huh. Sue me for wanting to get rid of my Z tiles. So what's up, Grandpa?" Tony said.

"So, huge change in plans." 

"Okay?" he frowned. Peter hugged his knees up to his chest, and Tony rubbed his arm with his thumb. 

"Bucky's coming home. Like, today."

"What, did they kick him out or something?" Tony joked. "That's...sudden. We're about halfway to go get Harley."

"I know, I'm sorry. He...he's in preheat and he was...he was asking for me. They're sending him on a private plane."

"Oh my God," Tony said. "So he'll probably be hitting it hard when he lands. We'll be home by morning, maybe sooner. Do you think he's...skittish?"

"Didn't sound like it," Steve said, voice laced with tension. "Can he go in our nest? Peter?"

Another mate.

"Um. Sure." Peter blinked in surprise. He didn't think they needed to ask him. It was their bed.

It struck Peter that it was his bed too, now. It made sense--it was always respectful of an alpha to ask the Omega to enter the nest. To share your nest was very important. 

"Do you think it'll be big enough for us all and Harley too?" Peter asked.

"No," Steve said, "But we can get a bigger bed, right, Star?"

Tony's cheeks pinked up as he smiled at their old nickname. It came from a time when Steve used to call him Stark, but over time, he realized he was in love. His shining star, Steve always said. It usually made Tony squirm. He wasn't used to direct praise from a partner before Steve, but it did light a warm glow in his belly. He understood now why Omegas liked things like that.

"Oh yes, Cap," Tony responded smoothly. He could just see Steve's smile on the other end of the phone. 

"Ooh!" Peter chimed in. "We could get one of those wall-to-wall nesting beds! I saw it in an Omega YouTuber's house once! I forget which influencer but her house is so cozy. I always wanted one."

"Well, what Omega wants, Omega gets," Tony said. "FRIDAY, can you please do some research and place an order for the right size? And get people to move it in and build it, please. Maybe the new PR interns. They’re gonna need a break."

"Yes, of course," came FRIDAY's smooth response. "Peter, what kind of bedding do you prefer?"

"Uhhh, I like the cotton Omega sheets, I'm used to those."

“FRIDAY, order some nice ones, high thread count."

"Done."

"Well, I'm excited for him to come home, Cap, you've been waiting for a while. Now I'll have my pretty things and you'll have yours."

"Uh-huh. I am a little worried about his shoulder pain. He says it's not fully gone yet."

"He's in heat, he's probably focused on you anyway, though. So is he staying after it's over? Is he going back?"

"He says he wants to stay. Says he misses American food and me."

"In that order," Tony joked.

"Tony," Steve laughed.

"It's okay, Cap, I think you count as American food."

"You smell like a SNACK," Peter added. 

Both alphas burst out laughing. "Alright, you've got nesting to do, alpha," Tony said. "Go make it look as good as you can, and maybe order some takeout for him. Get a variety. Don't worry about leftovers, we'll have hungry pups."

"Not a pup!" Peter protested.

"Mmm, debatable. And I'll get him a team to help him with his pain and his arm. If it's super unfinished, I can try and take a stab at it. But let's wait until his heat is over."

"Yeah, that's a good idea," Steve said. "I love you. Bucky's excited to see you and the pups."

"Love you too. We'll leave you two alone when we come home, though. It'll be late."

"Sounds good. By Star."

"Bye, Cap."

The call ended, and Tony rolled his shoulders, taking a deep breath. 

"You okay, alpha?" Peter asked softly.

"Just a little anxious. I'm gonna need to bond with the two of you boys, and if Steve and Bucky are there with their hormones, it might be hard. And we'll want to give them their space, too, so I'm thinking we might stay in the guest room."

"Will it smell like you?" Peter asked.

"We can use the sheets we've been sleeping on. That'll give Bucky some nice clean sheets too. It'll be okay, kid.”

Peter nodded and grabbed his snack box, munching on Goldfish crackers and blueberries and watching the scenery go by. He snapped a picture and texted it to May. "This is so fun!!!"

“Mr. Stark?”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“Does Bucky want to have sex with me?”

“He might, I don’t know. That’s called a cross bond. It’s… optional. If you both want to, I don’t have a problem with it, okay?”

“Okay,” Peter said quietly.

“Do you think he’s pretty?”

“Yes, sir,” Peter hid a small smile. “But I want Harley more.”

“That’s good,” Tony put his hand on the back of Peter’s neck again, a delightful soothing pressure.

“Feels good, Sir,” Peter mumbled. 

“Figured you’d melt if I scruffed you,” Tony smiled. “Harley’s the same way.” He rubbed gentle circles on Peter’s neck with his thumb. 

“You may not do this with each other, though. This is something Alpha helps you with. But you can ask for it anytime you want.”

“Is this why people like collars?” Peter asked.

“Yes. Do you like collars?”

“Yes!” Peter gasped. “Would you collar me?”

“Yes. One thing at a time. You need to bond with your pretty nestmate. Then we can think about accessories.”

Peter nodded and nuzzled into Tony’s hand. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, kid. Try and take a nap, we’ll be there in a few hours.”

“Can you put your hand back?”

The warm pressure returned, and Peter let himself go into the fuzzy headspace he was trained in so well.

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As they pulled into the bumpy dirt and gravel driveway, a bright yellow house half-covered in ivy with a wraparound porch full of boxes came into view. A sprawling wooden barrier enclosed a haphazard, overgrown garden bed to the right. It looked homey and warm, and Peter was instantly jealous of anyone who grew up in a house like that. Maybe their new house would be like this. 

Harley jumped up from the porch, climbed over one of the boxes, and rushed to meet them. 

Tony rolled the window down. "Hey, sweetheart."

"Get out, let me hug you!" Harley demanded.

"First tell me where I'm parking. Do you want me to back in?"

"Yeah, back in. You can block that truck, we ain't using it much," Harley pointed to a rather derelict pickup on jack stands. 

"D'you wanna come in? We uh, we have snacks and soda." Harley shifted on his feet, restless, as Tony got out of the car. "Mom said hi, she's on a meeting in her office. I said bye to her already. I think she’s sad, but she don’t want me to see it."

"It’ll be okay, we can visit soon, kid. You're so, so good for me. And I think we'll be alright on the snacks, baby, we've got some too, we need to get on the road so we can get home sooner than--oomph" Harley tackled Tony in a crushing hug, nipping at his neck hungrily.

Tony grabbed his face and kissed him passionately. The Omega moaned loudly and hugged him tighter.

Tony pulled away first. "Kid, you're squishing me."

"Oh, sorry!" Harley let go and just buried his face in Tony's neck, scenting shamelessly. Warm, strong, gentle alpha scent filled his senses, washing over him like relief. Tony kissed his cheek.

"You're mine," Tony hummed. "Gonna take you home with me. Say hi to Peter, sweetheart." Harley froze, scenting the air.

Peter got out of the van cautiously, stretching his legs after the long ride, and stared at the beautiful Omega that was his. Sandy blond curls, already ruffled up and messy. Kind eyes he could drown in. "Hi," Peter said shyly.

Harley gasped softly. "You’re so pretty. C'mere." 

Peter caught his scent and whined, and Harley's eyes went hungry, and then they were crashing into each other, holding on tightly. The only thing that mattered was the softness of Harley's flannel jacket and his lips on Peter's cheek, his earlobe, his neck. Peter quickly found his scent gland on his shoulder and nuzzled into the delicious scent. He tried to ignore the growing wetness in his shorts. The air carried a chill with it, and a part of him craved the warmth of his blanket inside the van, but this. This was so much better than anything he could imagine.

"Mine," Harley said firmly. 

"Yours," Peter gasped. He fought the urge to lick the shoulder of his shirt. He smelled so sweet. He smelled exactly like the fabric square Tony gave him. Like caramel apples and pine needles and freshly cut wood warm from the sun. Peter whined. "Need--"

And suddenly Tony was there with him, too. 

Oh, right. Alpha. His world had narrowed to his new nestmate. He took deep breaths. Harley's hands tightened on his back, refusing to let him go.

"Let's sit down, Pete, it’s okay," Tony said. "You can both sit down."

Harley sat with him on the wall of the garden bed. Peter leaned on his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut against the setting sun. “Stay here, pup. Just float a minute.” Tony started moving Harley's stuff into the van while they basked in their newly forming bond.

"I love you," Peter whispered.

Harley put an arm around him, hugging him close. "I love you too, 'mega. You're so pretty. Smell nice and warm. Like pure sunshine." He thought for a minute. "And cookies."

Peter blushed. "I think that's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me."

"Well," Harley kissed his head, eliciting a giggle. "More where that came from."

Peter giggled and shivered, snuggling into Harley's side. 

"You cold?"

"A little, yeah. I get cold a lot."

"How come?"

"Spider thing, also could be a symptom of my damage."

"We'll take care of you," Harley stripped off his flannel jacket and wrapped it around his nestmate. "There you go." 

Peter beamed and wrapped it around himself, feeling snuggly and loved.

Tony shut the door to the van. "Oh, look at you two. Come here, I made some room in the back for you two to nest while we drive."

Peter gasped in delight. Harley grabbed his hand, giving it a squeeze. Peter squeezed back, and Tony showed them where they could nest. 

"I'll just be right up here, okay? You'll just be right behind me," Tony explained.

"May said I need to wear my seatbelt," Peter said, climbing in after Harley.

"Shh," Harley rubbed Peter's arms as they found a little spot on the floor. Tony had been thoughtful enough to pack Harley's pillows around them and a couple of soft blankets to cushion the floor as a makeshift nest. "You need a nest more."

"Harley's right, kid," Tony said. "There's not enough room for you both in the front, and you need to be together more than anything. I don't want you sad."

Peter nodded. "But please don't tell May?"

"I won't, baby. There's boxes in the front seat. That's not your fault, is it? It's my choice, pretty thing."

Peter let out his anxious breath and got his own blankets out of his duffel as Tony started the van. Harley rooted around in his bags and produced a soft comforter. He wrapped it around himself and Peter, getting comfy. 

Peter pulled Harley down into it with him, insistent on getting his nose back into his scent. 

Harley rolled on top of him and kissed his neck. "This good?"

"Mmmm, yes," Peter said. "Smush me. More blankets." 

Harley brought the comforter over their heads and Peter sighed happily, nestling into his mate in the pillows. The truck hit a bump and it jostled them. They let out a startled giggle.

"Sorry," Tony said from up front. "I'll try to drive gently."

"S'okay!" Peter said. He met Harley's gentle blue eyes. "Pretty," he whispered.

"And you're mine," Harley grinned, before diving in for a kiss. Peter squealed happily, wrapping his legs around Harley from underneath, and oh! Harley was interested. Peter felt a little swell of pride as they kissed, knowing that he did that, he made his nestmate hard, and Harley was hard for Peter. He was wanted, and that was delicious. A relief, too. He wondered if he'd feel this way with Bucky. Probably not. How many more people would join them at home? 

At least Tony would be his and Harley's. It was rare enough that one Omega imprints on an alpha, let alone two. Three would be impossible. Peter could already feel how strong the imprint between himself and Harley was, an inescapable force. He couldn't even imagine how good a bond would feel.

Peter had learned in an engineering class once that a triangle is the strongest shape. There's no way for it to buckle or bend or twist. And now it was obvious that Harley and Peter had a bond forming, too. They were unshakeable. Unbreakable. 

"My teeth hurt," Harley complained, to no one in particular. His scent was darker, richer, and Peter slowly bared his neck. 

"No biting!" Tony said from the front. He sounded a little freaked out. "Please, for the love of God, wait until we get home. I need to bite you both first before you can bite."

"I can bite?" Harley asked with a delirious giggle. "I can bite now."

"Not right now!" Tony said, voice full of alarm. 

"But alpha, it hurts--"

"Then bite a pillow, kid. I seriously can't have you bite right now. We need to go home. I am not biting you on the side of the fucking road. Deep breaths. Because you're making me want to bite, smelling like that, and like I said, we're in the middle of fucking nowhere."

Harley whined and tried to breathe, and picked a pillow he didn't care too much about to stuff in his mouth.

"Do you have a pillow, Omega?" Tony said sternly.

"Yes alpha," Harley grumbled, muffled slightly.

Peter nuzzled his shoulder, sitting up with him while he whined into the pillow. "It's okay, Harley."

"S'not okay!" Harley cried. "You smell so fucking good, and I need it." Peter smelled utterly delicious. There was no question that he'd bite if Tony let him. He didn't have fangs like an alpha. Would he still be able to break skin? Would he need to? 

"I--I don't know how to help," Peter whispered, hugging him. "I need you too. Love you. You're gonna be okay."

Harley took a shaky breath. The pain in his jaw subsided a little bit. "Tonyyy."

"I'm here, pup," Tony soothed from the front. "Keep the pillow in your mouth and maybe try snuggling again. Peter, can Harley come on your leg?"

Peter gasped. "Yes!"

"Okay. Harley, baby, rutting will help you."

"Feels weird," Harley whined, rubbing his cocklet on Peter's thigh. Peter's breath hitched, and he rolled his hips harder, seeking that delicious friction. He shut his eyes, gasping at the feeling. "Like it."

"I know, it's different to be more dominant, huh, Harls?"

Harley whined in affirmation. "Like it," He repeated.

"It's nice, isn't it? Your body knows what to do."

Harley scrunched his eyes shut as he came, Peter's fingers digging into his back, pulling him close. He bit down on the pillow, which was now wet from his mouth. He knew he made his boxers sticky with his slick and now his cum but that was good. He could do that now.

"So good," Peter whispered. "Can I taste it?"

"Fuck yes," Harley swore, sticking his hand down his pants and bringing it to Peter's mouth. He didn't miss the way Peter's focus immediately narrowed to his fingers. The boy licked them clean, and just like Harley suspected, he sucked on them greedily.

"You like that," Harley said, voice wavering in awe. Tony was right, he did feel much better after cumming.

"Is that a good taste, baby?" Tony said.

Peter let go of Harley's fingers to speak. "Yes, alpha. Different than mine."

Harley laughed. 

"See, I think you two taste the same," Tony said. "It must be your future bond making you like it."

Peter whined happily, and they settled back into their nest. Peter grabbed Harley's hand and brought it back to his mouth.

“You like to suck, huh?”

Peter nodded, tucking his face into Harley’s blankets, still refusing to let go of his hand.

"You know I have tits, right?" Harley laughed.

Peter stilled. "Oh."

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Fanart by me :) If anyone else wants to draw fanart for Warm Tones, it is 100% welcome! I plan on drawing some more soon.

I kinda embellished their outfits a little bit just for funzies.

Going to make an effort to respond to comments more-- you guys are motivating me so much *happy cries*

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