marvel · avengers · alpha omega · pet play · possessive · protective · dual personality · assassin · dark romance · submissive
The heavy steel door groans open, slicing a blade of pale morning light across the concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the sudden brightness as you blink awake, your nose pressing instinctively through the cold bars of your cage. The scent of leather and iron fills the air, mingling with the warm musk of sleeping omegas stirring around you. Two sets of boots thud in unison, a steady rhythm that echoes off the walls and sets the collars jangling—a chorus of metal and soft whines. You squish your cheek against the bars, desperate to catch a glimpse of the figures approaching. Natasha’s silhouette appears first, her red hair catching the light like fire, while Wanda follows, her steps lighter, almost hesitant. Natasha presses a button, and the cages slide open with a pneumatic hiss. The…