STEVE ROGERS BINGO

“Not you again,” the brunette you dismantled last night grunted when you walked past him. “You bruised my balls, lady!”

“I bruised your ego,” you snapped back, giving him a wink. “If you hadn’t acted like an idiot, your balls would still be intact.”

“You!” Bucky hissed. He was about to come up with a snarky comment about your outfit, a comfortable mint green jumpsuit, when another omega stopped next to him.

“Barnes,” she growled at him. He smirked and turned his attention toward the angry omega. You laughed because this alpha seemed to piss off every omega he crossed paths with.

You shrugged and walked away. Butting heads with the brunette wasn’t on your bucket list for that day. It was bad enough that his buddy ended up ordering you around.

Bucky growled behind your back, throwing insults at you. "Wait, you little bitch!”

“You’re late.” Steve didn’t look up when you entered his office. He squared his jaw and huffed loudly. “I told you to show at 9 am sharp.”

“It is 9 am and two seconds,” you hissed. “And I lost the two seconds because of your buddy with the bruised balls. He just can’t help himself and harass any omega.”

Steve finally lifted his gaze to look at you. He made a face, offended by your unappealing outfit. “You look like a lazy couch potato. You can’t work as my assistant wearing this.”

“Whoa, slow down, mister. I’m not going to work for you,” you angrily snarled at Steve when he got up from his swivel chair. “I own two stores in this shitty town and work from home as a freelancer. I surely won’t give up on my career to work for you.”

“I didn’t ask. " Steve once again used his alpha voice on you. He watched you with amusement as you struggled to fight his influence. “I gave you an order. If you want to live in my pack, you’re going to follow my orders without thinking twice.”

“Fuck you!” You let out a frustrated growl. He had your body under control, but not your mind. ”Get out of my head, asshole!”

He threw his head back, laughing. Steve enjoyed that you didn’t roll over and give up the moment an alpha gave you a command.

“Asshole?” The alpha quirked a brow. “You are calling your alpha an asshole? Don’t think I won’t punish you for breaking the rules all the time.”

“You’re not my alpha," you bit back, baring your teeth when he stepped closer to roughly cup your chin. “I don’t care if you are the new leader of this pack. I came here to show you respect, not to enslave myself.”

“You really don’t understand the dynamic of a pack, do you?” Steve whispered in your ear, making you even angrier. “You belong to me and my pack now. The moment you set foot onto my territory, you agreed to follow our rules.”

“I didn’t sign up for shit,” you snapped at Steve. “You are breaking the law!”

“Ha, the law,” Steve laughed in your face. “Doll, did you lose your memory or drop off the face of the earth? Out there, rogues rule. Many packs fell victim to their cruelty. We are in the middle of a battle zone these days. I don’t know where you were hiding, but this is our reality now.”

“I heard rumors about rogues here and there, but this must be a lie. There’s no way the rogues outnumbered the packs! In the big cities, no one talked about rogues. You’re making shit up to force me to submit to you and your stupid rules.”

“You can either stay here and enjoy being protected by my pack,” Steve moved his hand to the back of your neck to force you to look at him, “or try your luck out there. In a few days, we will start building an even bigger wall around our territory.”

“I didn’t know it’s that bad around here,” you murmured, suddenly feeling like a fool for walking around like the place you used to call home wasn’t falling apart. “How did this happen?"

“Your former mate handed over the territory and all his pack members to the rogues. I came just in time to step in and take over this pack.”

You frowned. This couldn’t be right. “You’re lying,” you hissed, clawing at his shirt, tugging hard. Buttons flew everywhere, revealing a large tattoo on Steve’s chest. A black wolf with red eyes. You know the tattoo. It branded him as a rogue. An alpha without a pack. “Get off me!”

“Ah, guess the cat's out,” he laughed in your face before slamming you into the wall behind you. “You see, your fine alpha did sell his territory and pack over to a rogue. Me. I was kind enough to leave people alone. They are all too happy having a strong and loyal alpha as their leader.”

“You goddamn motherfucker!” You wiggled in his hold, fists hitting his shoulders. “Get off me! I swear I’ll kill you! You cannot invade this territory.”

“I bought it,” Steve casually said. “My people and I were looking for a peaceful place to settle down. Your alpha was about to run from his responsibilities when we met at a bar. I offered money and freedom, and he was willing to give up his territory and pack. I took the chance, and here we are.”

“You’re a fucking liar!”

“Watch your tongue!” Steve hissed, pushing you onto the couch in his office. He held you down by the back of your neck, stopping you from attacking him. “I let you get away with your behavior because you’re going to become my mate. I won’t tolerate much more. Do you hear me?”

“Your mate? Did you lose your mind?” You were the one laughing now. “I’m not omega material! Why don’t you ask my former mate?”

“I did,” Steve chuckled darkly in your ear. “He told me how you bit and fought him all the damn time. How you even refused to let him mate you on all fours, as a good omega should.” You cursed Steve out, but he didn’t care. “I can hardly wait to have you on all fours, omega. You’re going to look pretty with a cock in your tight little cunt and a gag in your mouth.”

“Yeah, that’s how you like it, asshole. A woman who can’t talk back and kneels for you. I’m not that kind of woman, and you know it.” You wiggled in his hold, earning a growl from the alpha.

“That’s what I like about you. I love me a challenge. I had my eyes on you since your former mate mentioned you for the first time. I made sure you found the job offer, and that you’d return to my territory to get you in my clutches.”

You gasped loudly. He wasn’t wrong. You came back here to take an important assignment for a new client. You mostly work from home, but for this job, you had to make an exception and be present on at least two days a month. “You tricked me?”

“I had to make sure my little lamb walked right into my trap…”

Part 3

"Alright, your turn, Captain," Rowan says, one of the Avengers Medical Staff. With a firm hand, they lead Clint away from the examination table and gestures Steve forward.

Steve pushes away from the wall he'd been leaning against at the back of the busy room, hoping not to be noticed. "Uhh, no. Thanks. Not today," he says, flashing a bright smile he hopes convinces them to let him be.

No one is convinced, least of all his team. The other Avengers all rise up, voicing their protest loudly.

"Wait! What?!" Clint says, "What do you mean 'not today', Cap?"

"If anyone else tried 'not today', you'd sit them on the table yourself," Tony says.

Natasha eyes him critically. "We saw you take some hits today," she says.

"Captain, we must insist," Thor says, laying a hand on Steve's shoulder.

Steve looks towards the exit. His chances of escape were all but zero now. Maybe-

"Give us one reason before we put you on that table ourselves," Bruce says, uncrossing his arms with an eerie calm.

"I... uhhh-..." Steve assesses the situation and concedes defeat. "Alright."

Steve sits down on the examination table. He slips his fingers under his uniform top and hesitates.

He'd hoped that he could avoid this situation.

'It was normal,' he reminds himself. 'Healthy even. Nothing to be embarrassed about.'

The words do nothing to settle the squirming in his gut.

Sighing, he accepts the fate that has befallen him. He made his choices; now he must own them.

Steve pulls the top over his head and is met with complete silence. Unnerving with the Avengers. He doesn't dare meet their eyes. Any thoughts or reactions they have will be coming shortly, he knows. No need to look for them.

Suddenly, the room is full of a chorus of shock and shouts.

"Holy shit!"

"-Where'd you get those?"

"Are those scratches? How-"

"There were no combatants that scratched-"

"-Or claws. Those were made with claws! ...right?"

"Look at the fading and patterns, they were done from behind-"

"You let someone sneak up behind you?"

"...I don't think someone snuck up on him..."

"Bruce, c'mon. That would suggest he let someone come up behind him and do... all that."

"I'm with Bruce, Stark. I don't think it was a fight."

"Show us your back."

Steve doesn't bother fighting. There was no point. He slides off the examination table, slowly, resigned, and turns around.

There is another silence.

Stretching longer than the last.

Long enough, Steve starts getting nervous.

"Well fuck..."

Steve sighs.

"Those are bites. Love bites."

"Yes, thanks, Stark, we see that."

"Lots of them."

"Damn, Rogers."

Steve's face is hot where he's buried it in his hands. He doubts his hands did much to hide the redness he feels spreading rapidly.

"Wait... Is that French?"

"What?"

"There! Right above his ass on the left."

"...'Mon mignon'? Huh. ...Oh!"

"Thanks for the examination. Clearly, I'm fine. Goodbye," Steve grabs his top and sprints out of the room.

THE END

It’s… his sense of humor.

Because, yeah, he does.

It’s just that it shows up at the worst possible moments, often making light of serious situations when focus is crucial.

“This is a terrible idea,” you mutter, ducking behind a half-destroyed structure, with the distant sound of metal clanging and something exploding not too far from you.

Steve, at your side, checks his shield with a calmness that should be illegal in a situation like this.

“I’ve had worse.”

You look at him. You blink.

“Did you really just say that?”

“Yes.”

“Steve, we’re trapped in a complex full of people who want to kill us.”

“Correct.”

“With no clear way out.”

“Also correct.”

“And with a pretty high chance that this will end badly.”

Steve looks up at you and smiles.

“Then technically, it’s not the worst.”

You stare at him.

“I kind of hate you right now.”

“I know.”

The building creaks.

A long, deep sound, as if something inside is giving way. You both look up at the same time. Dust falls from the ceiling.

“That didn’t sound good,” you say.

“No,” Steve admits. “Buildings don’t usually do that when everything’s going well.”

“Thanks for the clarification.”

“That’s what I’m here for.”

You peek out just a little. Bad idea. A shot hits nearby; you duck back down suddenly.

“Okay, they definitely saw us.”

“It looks that way.”

“‘It looks that way,” you repeat, incredulously. “They’re shooting at us, Steve!”

“Yeah, that’s usually a good clue.”

You push him lightly.

“Stop joking around!”

“Full name,” Steve requested.

Not “Jenna.” Just protocol. Jenna frowned.

“Are you serious?”

“Answer me.”

“Jenna Marie Rumlow.”

The last name hung in the air, as if it were proof, as if it were enough. Steve held her gaze.

“Relationship to Brock Rumlow.”

“He’s my father,” she replied. “Where is this going?”

“He’s linked to HYDRA. S.H.I.E.L.D. was infiltrated,” Steve continued. “HYDRA has been operating from within for years.”

“No,” she repeated, now shaking her head. “That doesn’t make sense.”

“It does.”

Jenna blinked once, as if she hadn’t understood.

“No, it doesn’t,” her voice began to crack. “My dad isn’t…”

She didn’t finish the sentence, because she didn’t even know how to defend something that had just stopped making sense. Steve took a step toward her.

“How long have you been involved?”

“What?”

“Your name appears in files.”

“That’s impossible.”

“It isn’t.”

“I haven’t done anything!”

The echo of her voice bounced off the walls, but it didn’t change anything. Steve watched her, evaluating, gauging every reaction as if searching for a lie.

“If you didn’t know,” he said finally, “now is the time to say so.”

“I didn’t know. I had no idea.”

“I can’t take that at face value,” Steve replied.

Jenna let out a brief, hollow laugh.

"Sure." She nodded slowly. “Of course not. So, you don’t trust me. Do what you have to do, Captain. What else do you need, Captain?” she asked, emotionless.

Steve Rogers didn’t answer right away.

“There’s something else,” he finally said.

Jenna felt her stomach clench.

“What is it?”

There was a silence that felt too long.

“All of this,” Steve began, taking a step toward her, “refers to you and me. What does that have to do with HYDRA?”

Steve held her gaze.

“No,” Jenna said, shaking her head slowly. “No. You’re not going to do that.”

“Your father was a HYDRA agent,” he continued. “You were close to me. You had access. Information.”

“Are you saying that I…?”

“I’m saying it might not have been a coincidence.”

Silence. Jenna looked at him as if he’d slapped her.

“Do you think I got close to you for a mission?”

Steve didn’t answer directly. But he didn’t deny it. And that was enough.

“Say it,” she whispered. “Go ahead and say it.”

Steve clenched his jaw.

“I need to consider the possibility that not everything was real.”

The world stopped.

“‘Not everything was real’…?”

Jenna’s voice cracked slightly.

For the first time.

“That maybe,” he continued, “what you felt, what you said, was part of…”

He didn’t finish. He didn’t need to.

“A mission,” she finished for him.

Silence.

“In other words,…” Steve hesitated slightly, but not long enough. “There are things that could have been manipulated.”

Jenna frowned.

“What things?”

Steve looked her straight in the eyes.

“When you told me you’d never been with anyone.”

Jenna froze completely, as if she hadn’t understood.

“What…?”

“It could have been a way to build trust,” he added. “To appear vulnerable.”

“You’re…” Her voice trembled. "You're saying I lied about that.”

Steve didn’t say yes or no, and once again, that was enough. Jenna’s eyes filled with tears; they didn’t fall right away, but they were there, glistening.

“Wow…” The laugh that escaped her was broken. Unrecognizable. “Wow, Steve.” She took a step back, as if she needed space to breathe. “You know what’s the worst part?”

He didn’t answer.

“That you’re not saying those words because you think it’s true. You’re saying it because you need it to be. You need all of this to have been a lie, because it’s easier than accepting that you doubted me for no reason.”

Silence.

“Jenna…”

“No.”

Now she stopped him completely. The tears finally fell, but her voice no longer trembled.

“Don’t ever say my name again as if you still have the right to do so." Jenna took a deep breath. “It was never a mission. I never lied to you.” Another step back, more distance. “And what hurts me the most isn’t that you believe all this”—her eyes didn’t leave him—“it’s that you didn’t even hesitate before saying it. This is over. There’s nothing to fix here; we’re done.”

Steve took a step toward her.

“Jenna, wait—”

She shook her head.

“No. You’ve done enough.”

She turned away. And that silence…

Steve nodded slightly. Once. Then he turned. And walked toward the door. The door opened. For a second… it looked like he was going to turn around. He didn’t. The door closed.

And the sound… was too loud for such a small room.

Silence.

Jenna didn’t move; she remained standing, turned away, staring at nothing, breathing… or trying to.

One.

Two.

Three.

The air wouldn’t come in properly.

“No…”

It was barely a whisper; she brought a hand to her face, but it didn’t work—tears began to fall.

“No… no, no…”

She shook her head, as if she could change it—she couldn’t—and forced herself to stand up straight.

“It’s okay… I’m fine…”

That was a lie. Her hands were shaking. She remembered every word.

“A mission.”

“It wasn’t real.”

She closed her eyes.

“It doesn’t matter…”

But it didn't matter, or maybe it did.

Too much.

Jenna let out a broken laugh.

“Sure…”

She covered her face.

“You’re an idiot…”

She took a deep breath.

She pulled herself together little by little.

All too well.

But he wasn’t alone.

“I told you not to get involved,” he muttered, without stopping.

At his side, Grace Rogers strode forward with a firm step, her hands tucked into the pockets of her worn coat.

“And I told you. You weren’t going alone,” she replied, without even looking at him.

They were identical in essence.

The same eyes. The same determination bordering on stubbornness. The same inability to stand still when something was wrong.

But where Steve hesitated, Grace moved forward.

Where Steve thought, Grace acted.

“Grace…”

“Don’t start,” she cut him off. “I’ve already decided.”

Steve exhaled, frustrated.

“This isn’t a game.”

She let out a small, dry laugh.

“It never is with you.”

They turned the corner.

The alley was there.

Dark. Narrow. With boxes piled up, trash spilling out of old dumpsters, and the distant sound of voices that didn’t bode well.

Steve stopped.

Grace didn’t.

“Wait,” he said, grabbing her arm.

She turned, finally looking at him.

“What?”

“We can leave.”

Steve slowly let go of her.

Because he knew it was already too late.

The voices grew clearer as they moved forward.

Laughter.

Shoving.

The sharp sound of something hitting the ground.

And then… a groan.

Steve felt something tighten inside his chest.

Grace was already moving.

“Hey!” Her voice cut through the air like a gunshot.

Everything stopped.

Three men.

One of them pressed his foot down on someone on the ground.

They turned at the same time.

“Look at this…” said one, with a crooked smile.

“Leave him alone,” Steve said firmly, stepping forward.

“Or what? ”

Grace took another step.

Closer.

Too close.

The first to move was one of them.

Fast.

Direct.

Steve barely had time to react when the blow came at him.

He saw it.

He felt it.

And yet, it wasn’t enough to avoid it completely.

The impact sent him flying backward.

But he didn’t fall.

He never fell without getting back up.

“Steve!”

“Don’t touch her!” Steve growled, lunging forward again.

The alley erupted with movement.

Blows.

Heavy breathing.

The sound of chaotic footsteps on the wet pavement.

Steve blocked another blow, but the next one caught him in the side. The air was knocked out of his lungs, but he didn’t back down.

He never did.

“You always do the same thing! ” Grace shouted between blows. “You stick your nose where it doesn’t belong.”

“And you follow me!” he replied, barely dodging another attack.

“Someone has to cover you.”

Another blow.

This time straight to the face.

His head spun with the impact, and for a second… everything went blurry.

The world is swaying.

The sound was muffled.

“Steve!” Grace’s voice, closer, more urgent.

He tried to answer.

He couldn’t.

But he could get up.

He could always get up.

He pushed himself up again, unsteady but determined, and lunged at the nearest man, shoving him against the wall with everything he had.

It wasn’t much.

Time felt strange.

Fragmented.

Moments of clarity amid the pain.

Amid the noise.

Until, little by little…

Everything stopped.

Footsteps receding.

Curses.

Flight.

Silence.

Grace was the first to react.

“Steve…”

She rushed over, catching him before he lost his balance.

“Hey, hey… look at me.”

He tried.

His eyes were barely focused.

“I’m still here,” he murmured.

She let out a nervous laugh.

“Idiot.”

“You too.”

Silence.

Heavy breathing.

“Are you hurt?” he asked, with effort.

“No.”

“Sure?”

“Yes.”

She held him more firmly.

“What about you?”

Steve hesitated.

“I’ve been worse.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“It’s the only one I have.”

Grace shook her head, but a small smile appeared on her lips.

“One day you’re going to give me a heart attack.”

“That’s not my intention.”

“I know.”

The boy on the ground stirred.

A faint groan.

They both turned at the same time.

Because that’s what they did.

Always.

Before anything else.

They knelt beside him.

“It’s okay,” Grace said, her voice softer now. “It’s over.”

The alley was still the same.

Dark.

Dirty.

Forgotten.

When they finally emerged, leaning on each other, the noise of the city enveloped them once more.

As if nothing had happened.

As if it never would.

Grace wrapped her arm around Steve.

“Next time,” she said, “I’ll speak first.”

Steve let out a small, weary laugh.

“I can’t promise anything.”

“I know.”

The air felt cleaner, promising a better life. You didn’t know why, but it made your feet walk faster toward the small cottage at the end of the territory. The one you call your own.

“Hold, who’s there?” An alpha you never saw before blocked your path. He looked you up and down and scoffed when you came to a hold, stopping your rolling luggage at his feet. “What do you want here?”

“Dude, it’s 2 am, I still suffer from jet lag, and you are blocking my path to my home. I lived here all my life,” you said, jerking your head toward the small cottage. “I don’t know who you are, and frankly, I don’t give a flying fuck. Just get out of my way.”

The alpha scoffed and crossed his arms over his wide chest. “You won’t get past me.” He said, matter-of-factly. “You’re an intruder.”

You groaned loudly before dropping your bags to the ground. The alpha watched you stretch your limbs and crack your neck with amusement.

“Remember,” you said, looking the alpha straight in the eyes. “You asked for this.”

“What do you want to do, little pup?” He laughed in your face, waking the furious omega in you. “I’ll break your neck if—”

The alpha whined low in his throat when your foot connected with his groin. The power behind your kick was beyond anything he’d ever experienced. He didn’t expect you to attack him with the evilest move ever.

“Well, if you are being an ass, showing off your balls,” you said, cupping his jaw as he was holding his bruised balls, “I’ll simply smash them. Now, if you’d excuse me. I’d love to go to my house and get some sleep.”

You stepped away and looked down at the alpha. He was in pain, and you pitied him. “Put ice on that and get some rest. You’ll be fine and can make pups in no time.”

You were about to pick up your bags when someone clapped their hands behind you.

Twirling around, you gulped hard. An even taller and more imposing alpha had sneaked up on you from behind. He was standing toe-to-toe with you, looking down at you, a smirk tugging at his plump lips.

He was a sight for sore eyes. His medium-length light brown hair and the full, well-groomed beard that framed his jawline only added to his handsome appearance.

“I see you defeated one of my mightiest warriors,” he casually said, blue eyes boring into you, searching for any trace of fear or weakness.

A shiver ran down your spine, and goosebumps erupted all over your skin when his scent hit you.

“Focus,” you muttered under your breath, fighting your instinct to submit to the strong alpha. “And who are you again?” You couldn’t stop yourself from angering the alpha.

“Strange,” he replied, his smirk deepening. “Shouldn’t you know the alpha of your pack?” The alpha cocked his head, eying you warily. “Or did you lie about living here all your life?”

You curled your lip in disgust. “As far as I remember, the alpha of this pack was my douchebag ex-mate, who was more of a man-whore than a leader.”

“Do I sense a sob story?” The bastard dared to make fun of your heartbreaking past.

“Get fucked,” you snapped back, your eyes widening. “I don’t do sob stories. If you fuck with me, I’ll make you bleed or remodel your beloved bike with a baseball bat.” You flashed the alpha a smirk and turned to leave.

“A feisty and fiery one, I see.” He grabbed your wrist, keeping you from leaving him. “Still, you will not disrespect your alpha.”

You sighed long and exasperated. “Listen, we are not living in the dark ages anymore. I know pack dynamics are still a thing, and I don’t mind treating people with respect if they do the same. Your bodyguard didn’t treat me with respect. He tried to stop me from going home and getting some sleep.”

Looking over your shoulder, you added, “and you are not my alpha, dude. I told you, the douchebag is the alpha of this pack. As much as I hate him, he’s still the one in charge of this pack. So, stop bugging me.”

“Do you have a death wish? You should show respect to your alpha and stop being a disobedient brat!” The alpha’s commanding voice boomed through the silent area. Even the alpha on the ground was shaking in distress.

“It’s a talent. Disobedience is just one of many of my personal traits.”

You smirked at the much taller alpha. A flicker of anger flared in your eyes, and for a moment, the alpha could see the fighter in you. The one who never backs down.

“Steve, she’s more dangerous than you think,” the alpha on his knees groaned in pain. “She just kneed my balls.”

“Aw, princess,” you cooed and winked at the brunette who was slowly trying to get back on his feet. “I could’ve ripped your dick off, too. I was being gentle.”

“Gentle?” The alpha hiccupped. “You bruised my balls! Stop acting like you were nice.” He glared your way, still holding his groin. “Steve, don’t get anywhere near her. She’s feral.”

“Feral?” You took one step toward the brunette. “Only because I’m not taking shit from knotheads any longer doesn’t mean I’m feral. It’s called self-respect.”

“Buck, just give it up. She’s a walking disaster and mine to tame,” Steve said, stepping closer to you. His size was impressive, but you didn’t give away that you’d like to climb him like a tree. Biology and instinct suck sometimes.

“Walking disaster?” You cocked your head. “I was simply minding my business and tried to go home. Your buddy over there blocked my way. It’s not my fault he’s dull and wouldn’t leave me alone.”

“Dull?” Bucky echoed, but Steve lifted his hand to stop the brunette from fighting with you.

“Buck, go home. Maybe find a nice omega on your way to help you with your problem.” Bucky’s eyes lit up at Steve’s words. He nodded and walked away.

Steve followed his friend with his eyes before turning his full attention back toward you. “Rules must be followed, doll. Even if you weren't around when I took over your pack.”

“It’s not my fault; John was a lousy alpha, only thinking with his dick. If you are the new guy in town, fine by me. Just don’t get in my way.” You gave him a thumbs up and turned to pick up your things, but he wouldn’t have it.

“Stop!” His voice was more commanding now. You stiffened and tilted your head in submission. He watched you fight his alpha command, still with that stupid smirk on his lips. “Things have changed. If you want to rejoin this pack, you will follow my rules and contribute to the pack.”

You struggled to keep a straight face. “I contributed to the pack for years. I allowed them to use my lands, and the bakery in town is mine too. What else do you want? A blood sacrifice?”

Steve’s smirk deepened. He stepped closer, aware that you couldn’t move or fight him. “You will come to my office first thing in the morning. 9 am sharp, doll. Not a minute late.”

He looked in your cottage’s direction and then at you. His large hand cupped your chin to tilt your head. The alpha stared at your untouched mating gland; his eyes dilated for only a second.

“Now get some sleep. Alpha’s order…” When you finally could move again, Steve was long gone.

“FUCKER!” You clenched your fists, deciding to give the alpha hell first thing in the morning.

Part 2