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A few pictures of wonderful people and their cosplays at BCC. Please tell me if you know someone so I can credit them! 

Bucky always knew he would be an Alpha; his family was full off them, he was tall and strong and could fight any of the neighbour kids and win. As Bucky sat in the canteen, with Nat, Coulson, and Tony, a girl, definitely no older than a Sophomore, wanders past reeking of Omega scent. She must have just presented Bucky concluded, voicing this with a group. The three tell each other their presentation stories, Bucky had to admit to being a late bloomer, and Tony and Nat, on the other hand, boasted proudly. Clint joined them 20 minutes before the bell was due to ring and they greeted him warmly; they always get a few stares for allowing a male Omega to sit with them, even if he’s on both scent and heat suppressants so it doesn’t even bother them at all. They glared back at anyone that has the audacity to question their friendship with Clint and make conversation until they part with a collective groan at the bell. ‘What have you got?’ Nat questioned and Bucky tells her English.

Bucky went to English, listening to the teacher ramble on about how they did in general on their book report for In Cold Blood. The teacher asked Bucky to read a section from page 255, and Bucky was half way through when a knock came at the door and a short, thin boy with a mop of blond hair was deposited just inside the door. ‘Ah, you must be Steven.’ The teacher greeted ‘Students, this is Steven who is joining us from grade 11 English. You’ll sit in front of Bucky’ she instructed softly.

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It was just a normal day for Bucky, he had a few appointments, got in a few arguments with the idiots who worked for him, drew out a few ideas for tattoos he'd like to add to the one full sleeve he had on his left arm... you know, normal stuff.

Just another uneventful day until he locked up shop and went around the corner to walk back to his home, the quickest way he knew - through the alley behind the shop. He tilts his head a bit to the side, watching a group of guys beat up on a smaller guy. He sighed and ran a gloved hand through his streaked brown and blue(this month) hair. What a pain.

He walked towards the group, chains and studs clinking against each other as he walked, "Hey, morons." he calls to the group, "Why don't'cha pick on someone your own size?"

Of course, with that comment, most of them came after him, one stayed back to keep their victim from running, and he easily fought them off. The one that stayed to hold the skinny blond, let him go and ran.

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