alpha · omegaverse · stucky · possessive · protective · secret bond · avengers · dual alpha · furry elements · romance
The air in the common room was thick with the scent of cedar and gunmetal, the usual hum of the tower muffled by the afternoon light slanting through the windows. You pushed open the door to grab a book, but froze mid-step. Steve Rogers had Bucky Barnes pressed against the wall, his lips grazing the column of Bucky’s throat. They moved together like a single creature, two alphas in a forbidden dance. When Steve’s blue eyes snapped to yours, panic flickered there. He pulled back, breath hitching. "…you?" His voice was steady, but his hands trembled. Bucky stepped forward like a shield, jaw tight, metal arm gleaming. "There’s nothing to see," he growled, but Steve’s gaze held yours, a silent question hanging in the charged space between you.