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The last time Tony came to Dr Banner’s office it was so Bucky could have some tests done. This time Tony was here on his own, because even though Bruce wasn’t a therapist Tony needed to talk to someone. He usually would talk to Sam, but Tony knew if he did that Sam would offer to help. 

He couldn’t accept Sam’s help. Not with this. This was about Tony and his Omegas and he was the Alpha. He needed to handle this on his own.

"He's doing better," Tony said.

Bruce hummed.

"As I mentioned the last time you were here, collaring him probably helped to settle him into his role as yours," Bruce said. "And with the punishment on top of that, I'm not surprised to hear that he's struggling less."

"I think you're right, but will it be enough?"

"I don't know. Probably not for long," Bruce said, before sending Tony a considering look. "Is it enough for you?"

Tony groaned in frustration, his fingers gripping at his hair.

"No. It's not. I feel all antsy, like I just need to bite them. They have heats coming up and I'm pretty sure I’m in the preparation phase of my rut." Tony said, his words almost a growl. "I might give in and bite them, just to be done with it."

Bruce nodded.

"You could. I don't think anyone would blame you for it. Your Omegas would probably be relieved by it, happy to finally be claimed."

Tony sighed.

"I know, but I don't want to. Not yet."

"What's stopping you?"

Tony bit his lip.

"I want to claim them on our wedding night."

Bruce licked his lips, his fingers running over the arm of his chair.

"Is it wise to wait? You haven't even proposed yet, have you? Then there's the preparations. I imagine you don't plan to elope in Las Vegas."

Tony chuckled, but it sounded tired.

"No, I don't. I'm going to give them the most beautiful wedding ever. The kind of wedding they deserve. Lord knows, Steve will probably want everything to be pink, and Bucky will hate it, probably tease him relentlessly about it, but as long as Steve's happy I don't think he'd really object."

"And if it becomes too much? Will you regret it, if you claim them before then?"

Tony bit his lip.

"I won't ever regret claiming them, but I think I would regret the way it happened, and I don't want there to be any regrets. I don't want any of us to look back and wish it had happened differently. I just-" Tony shook his head, not sure what he wanted.

"You want it to be perfect?"

"Yeah, I do," Tony sighed.

Bruce hummed.

"Perfection is unattainable. I suggest you shoot for something within your grasp."

"Like what?"

Bruce shrugged.

"Doesn't matter. You don't want to regret it and you want it to be beautiful. Those are goals you can reach if you try hard enough, but Tony, it won't be easy. Not if you do it alone."

Tony licked his lips.

"I'm not alone. I have my Omegas and they're all I need."

"Are they? Will you lean on them when you need the support, or will you hold it in until you break? I don't doubt your love for them, but I do doubt whether or not you're willing to show them your weaknesses."

"You mean my flaws?"

Bruce looked at him for a moment before sighing.

"Are weaknesses flaws? Or are they the things we need the most help with?"

Tony scoffed.

"Is there a difference?"

"Bucky needs a lot of help with his submission," Bruce pointed out. "Is his submission a weakness?"

Tony sucked in a sharp breath and stood up abruptly.

"I have to go now. I appreciate you taking the time to talk with me."

Bruce nodded.

"Of course, Tony."

"It's Mr. Stark."

Bruce sat up straighter, sighing.

"Of course, Mr. Stark."

Tony nodded, walking out and to the car waiting for him. His hands were trembling as he slid into the backseat. He hated to admit how much that single question had shaken him up. If he felt fragile before he came here, then now he felt just one small tap away from shattering into a million pieces. He considered rushing home and tugging his Omegas into their nest, but Bruce was right, Tony didn't want to show them how weak he was.

There was one place that Tony felt safe enough to be vulnerable, safe enough to be submissive, like he didn't have to be the one holding everything together, like he could fall apart. It was the same place that Tony knew he should have headed to when he decided to seek out support. It was with that thought in mind that Tony made his way to Sam's and fell into his arms. 

Clint and Brock were there, too, and though Tony hated the thought of his Omegas seeing him like this, it was different with Sam's Omegas. They weren't Tony's responsibility to protect and keep safe. He could be submissive around them, even with them, as long as Sam was around to protect them all, to catch them when they fall.

"Tony, baby, what's wrong?"

Tony just sobbed into his shoulder and clung to him, unable to form words.

"Oh, pretty boy, shh, you're okay now," Sam murmured, scooping him up like he weighed nothing.

Sam laid him down in their nest and Clint went to call Steve and Bucky, knowing that they had the right to know where their Alpha was and that he was clearly struggling with something. Tony curled up between Sam and Brock, sniffling.

"What happened, princess? Don't tell me you're suffering from withdrawals?" Brock teased. "I get that way when Sam isn't knotting me, too."

Tony huffed out a laugh.

"Shut up," He grumbled, but purred when Brock ran his fingers through his hair.

Brock stayed with them for a few minutes before leaving and giving Tony some space. They all knew that Tony was more likely to open up to Sam than he was to anyone else. Sam just has a way of making everyone around him feel safe and with just a few simple words he had Tony spilling his guts.

"My Omegas are going to go into heat soon and I'm not sure I'm gonna be able to make it through it without claiming and breeding them," Tony admitted, ashamed that he was that weak.

Sam just tilted his chin up and kissed him softly.

"Do you want me to be there? I could help you, hold you together when you feel stretched too thin."

Tony shook his head, pressing closer to kiss Sam again, longer, slower.

"No, I appreciate the offer though," Tony murmured against his lips before pulling back with a sigh. "I have to do this on my own."

Sam pursed his lips.

"You're choosing to do it alone and you're allowed to make that choice, Tony, but you're not alone in this if you don't want to be."

"I can do this, Sam," Tony told him firmly. "I don't need help. They're my Omegas, and I'm going to get them through their heat."

Tony knew even as he said it that he was being needlessly stubborn, but he couldn't help it. He didn't want to need help. He wanted to be strong enough to provide for his Omegas in every way, all of the time.

Sam nodded.

"Okay, that's your choice, little one," Sam said, always so frustratingly understanding and eternally patient.

Tony huffed, but rocked his hips forward to brush his semi against Sam's.

"You wanna knot me?" Tony asked, smirking at him.

Sam smirked back, gripping Tony's hips.

"I always wanna help you submit, pretty boy, but I think you're Omegas will be here soon," Sam said, knowing Tony didn’t want to be on his knot when they arrived.

Tony groaned.

"Fuck, you're right. I can't let them see that. It's bad enough that they saw it once." Tony glanced up at the look on Sam's face. "Don't say it. I know how you feel about it and I just don't fully agree with you."

"I didn't say anything."

Tony just rolled his eyes, burying his face in Sam's chest, their legs tangled together and Tony's hands balled up in Sam's shirt. Sam rubbed his back soothingly and Tony sighed, snuggling closer, before admitting something else that had been on his mind recently.

"I think I'm in preparation."

Sam's hand paused for a moment before continuing to rub circles.

"Yeah? You worried about that?"

Tony shook his head.

"No?" Tony said, not meaning for it to come out sounding like a question. "I don't know, maybe."

Sam hummed.

"They're not made of glass, baby. You're not gonna break them just because you're in rut," Sam promised. "They can take it."

Tony pouted and pushed up onto his forearms to peer up at Sam.

"I know that, Sammy," Tony whined. "But I don't want to lose control with them. I'm scared that I'll hurt them or they'll safeword and I won't be able to stop."

Sam brushed his fingers through Tony's hair. It was a legitimate concern, one that Sam had as well. Sam hadn't gone into rut yet since he claimed his Omegas, but even spending his ruts with Tony, Sam had always been worried about it. Alphas in rut don't take no well, and they weren't just lost in lust. 

It wasn't like when Omegas were in heat, all horny and desperate. Alpha's don't get needy, they become vicious. They can barely do more than grunt and growl and they'll stick their dick into the closest hole they can find, whether it's wanted or not. That's why some Alphas choose to be locked up during their rut. It wasn't forced on Alphas and they couldn't be prosecuted for any damage they caused while in rut, which honestly was just so fucked up. Very few Alphas went to containment facilities when they felt they're rut coming, but Sam had always been the kind of Alpha who did.

Tony didn't, but he kept Justin around for his ruts, so it wasn't necessary. An Alpha with a hole to fuck wasn't going to go around trying to find a new one, because an Alpha in rut wasn't very likely to let their hole off their knot. That was the thing about being in rut, the person they were with was nothing more than a hole to fuck. That terrified Tony, because it was one thing to play around with objectifying a consenting Omega and it was another thing to really see them as nothing more than a means to find pleasure and relief.

Even when Alphas had mates to help them through their rut, it was more of a blanket consent kind of thing. Tony was totally fine with that before, but Sam was never really comfortable with it, even the last few years when he did let Tony help him through his ruts. Tony had never really seen the problem with it, but now that he had Omegas and thoughts of becoming his dad swirled around his head constantly, Tony was feeling really uncomfortable with the idea.


"Yeah, what is it, little one?" Sam asked, brushing a curl behind Tony's ear.

Tony bit his lip, hesitating briefly before pressing his lips to Sam.

"Would you- I mean, if it's not too much to ask that is-" Tony mumbled against his lips, blushing and pulling back slightly.

His eyes darted around the room before peering shyly up at Sam.

"Tony, baby, just tell me what you need. Whatever you're gonna ask for the answer is yes."


"I promise, now tell me what you're thinking."

"Would you help me through my rut?"

Sam raised a brow at him.

"I could do that," Sam said slowly. "I've never bottomed before though, Tony, and having my first time be while you're like that doesn't exactly sound appealing."

Sam wasn't going to say no if that's what Tony needed from him. He wasn't against bottoming. Sam had never really had much interest in that, but he definitely was capable of submitting. He may never have bottomed, but Sam definitely leaned towards a service top. He liked being dominant and being in control, but he also liked it when his Omegas were bratty and demanding. 

Clint was like that most of the time. He could be shy and blushing at times, but he was usually whiny and desperate and bossy . Sam loved that, just as much as he loved it when Brock or Tony was all soft and sweet under him. Brock and Tony tended to melt when Sam knotted them, but they could definitely be brats too. It really just depended on their mood and Sam was pretty easygoing, so he just rolled with it no matter what mood his Omegas were in. 

Sam was already planning out how he would have to start opening himself up now, if he was going to take Tony during his rut. He definitely would want to be loose for that. Tony just blinked at him, trying to process what he was saying, before his eyes widened and he blushed bright red.

"What?" Tony squeaked. "I'm not- No. That's not what I meant."

Sam didn't want to be so relieved about that, but he definitely was. He wasn’t against bottoming, but he had never really felt a strong desire to either and if he ever did bottom, well, he didn’t want it to be with an Alpha that was in rut. He just chuckled and rubbed Tony's back when Tony hid his face in his chest again.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have assumed," Sam chuckled. "Tell me what you meant, baby?"

"I was just trying to ask if you would be there while I'm in rut, help keep an eye on things so I don't hurt my Omegas, not help out like that ."

Sam chuckled again.

"Of course I will, pretty boy."

Tony hummed and rested his head back on Sam's chest and Sam started running his fingers through his hair again.

"So I guess this means you're finally going to knot them?"

Tony licked his lips, but nodded.

"Yeah, I am, but I still want to marry them first."

Sam raised a brow at that.

"You better get on it then. Ruts might only happen once a year, but that doesn't mean it couldn't come early."

"I know that," Tony huffed. "I'm going to ask them after their heat."

"Good," Sam murmured, pressing a kiss to his head.

Tony knew that they could easily plan a wedding in a month or two and be married with plenty of time to spare. He had enough money that he knew anything that his Omegas wanted they could have almost instantly. 

Weddings weren't as common between Alphas and Omegas. It was a ritual that only existed so Betas could lay claim on each other, since it was illegal for Betas to mark anyone, but in the forties some Alphas started to pick up on the tradition. Tony wasn't a traditionalist, despite being raised in a traditional family, but he wanted his Omegas to have a party and exchange necklaces, and get to do silly things like have bachelor parties and dress up in fancy clothes. A part of him even wondered if Steve would want to wear a dress, though he was certain that Bucky wouldn't want to.

"Do you think Steve would want to wear a dress?" Tony said, voicing his thoughts.

"It's pretty common for submissives to like that sort of thing."

"So you do think he'd want that?"

Sam clicked his tongue.

"What do you imagine him in? A long flowy dress with a trail, a princess ball gown, something more fitted?"

Tony glanced up at him with a smirk.

"Are those my only choices, Alpha?"

Sam chuckled at his cheeky Omega.

"Tell me what's going on in your mind, pretty boy."

"If it was my choice I'd put him in something short with a bow in the back and ruffled bloomers underneath."

"You always did have a thing for bloomers and dresses," Sam teased.

Tony blushed, peering up at Sam through his lashes. Before he could say anything else Clint popped his head in.

"Steve and Bucky are here. Can I send them in?"

Tony shook his head, rolling away from Sam and standing up.

"No, that's alright. We won't be staying."

Clint raised a brow at him.

"You don't have to go," Sam said.

"No, I should."

Tony flinched slightly at the pain he saw flash through Sam's eyes at his dismissive tone. Sam nodded, but Tony felt bad, his teeth sinking into his lip at the thought of disappointing his Alpha yet again. He seemed to always be hurting Sam and it ate away at him inside. 

He'd been so caught up in Steve and Bucky recently that he'd barely even noticed just how much it must be hurting Sam to hear about Tony wanting to claim his Omegas. Sam did a good job of hiding it, not wanting Tony to feel guilty. Sam would never pressure Tony into anything and he would take whatever Tony was willing to give him, even if that meant never truly being his Alpha.

Tony groaned and leaned over to kiss Sam.

"I'm sorry, Sammy, but I just can't."

"I know, I'm not mad, Tony. Go do what you have to do."

Clint scoffed. 

He loved Tony, but he hated to see Sam hurt and no one seemed to do that better than Tony. Tony straightened up and Clint stepped forward, letting his hands rest on Tony's chest.

"Don't leave. We can all play together, baby. You can even play as Alpha if that's what you need," Clint murmured, his voice seductive, smooth like honey and damn near irresistible.

Tony groaned and Clint smirked, pressing their lips together, slow and coaxing.

"Stay," Clint whispered pleadingly in his ear.


"Your Omegas want to play with us, baby. You know they do. Don't you want to give them what they want? Don't you want to be a good boy for me and give me what I want?"

Tony cursed under his breath and pulled Clint in for another kiss, only breaking away when the door opened again. Bucky raised a brow at him, shutting the door behind him.

"Where's Steve?" Tony asked.

"He got distracted looking at baby clothes with Brock, but I was bored of waiting for permission to see my Alpha.”

Bucky didn’t sound annoyed, if anything he sounded teasing. He smirked, winking at Clint. Clint just chuckled and stepped aside, letting Bucky push Tony down until he was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Why don't you just relax, Alpha? Let us entertain you," Bucky purred in his ear. "I promise we'll put on a good show."