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  1. Summary

    Overwatch ABΩ universe where Gabe and Jack start a family by accident. It doesn't grow or the way they they think it would or should. But that's fucking life, isn't it.

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    “Scorpion,” Jesse guesses eventually, wishing he’d kept his cigar just for something to do. They saw a lot of scorpions in Deadlock. This guy moves just like one, whip-quick and brutal. ‘Course, that could also be--“Or a snake.”

    “A real poisonous one,” Lupe says agreeably, settling down beside his feet. “Or rabid.”

    “Now, darlin’, don’t go assuming the worst first thing,” Jesse chides, but of course he’d been thinking it too. His daemon, after all.

    “If there ain’t nothing wrong with his daemon, then where’s it at?” Lupe asks, making no effort to hide her intent focus on the new guy. She sure does make it hard to remind everyone he’s the easy-going type.

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    “Bucky,” a voice says, and the asset’s spine prickles all the way up like there are needles in it, small and strange and blossoming out sharp.

    “You know me,” he says mechanically.

    “‘Course I know you,” the voice answers warily.

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    "Bucky?" a voice says, soft and tentative and a little wavery, and when he turns around, he gapes in awe and not a little fear.

    "S-Stevie?" he manages, and it's Steve, of course it's Steve, that's Steve's voice and Steve's eyes and Steve's big beak and Steve's stupid ears but... but... whose square jaw is that, and where did those shoulders come from, and how did he get so tall?

    "Bucky, how - how did you - ?"

    He shakes his head, still staring in shock. "Pal, I think I'm the one that oughta be askin' you that!"

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  5. Summary

    The asset is not having an optimal day.

    “Our cycles are syncing,” his mission says from the other side of the exam room, quiet and apologetic. He’s standing against the wall and the asset is sitting on an exam table. They’re in . . . a tower. The asset isn’t sure why. He doesn’t feel right, overheated and over-energized, and isn’t sure about that either.

    “So you’re--my alpha, then,” he says haltingly, eyes flicking up to his mission’s face. Not his mission anymore. But always his mission, he thinks.

    “Other way around,” his mission answers with a smile that all of the asset’s training can’t decipher the full meaning behind. It looks injured, and . . . and things the asset doesn’t know.

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