Warnings: Language, A/B/O dynamics, obeying the alpha?
Summary: Due to the premature death of the King of your clan, his son, the alpha James Barnes, must assume his destiny and lead his people. As the tradition commands, he must choose some worthy omegas to make their his wives and with which he will ensure the subsistence of your clan. All the omega women are obliged to appear before their king, including you. Luckily for you, you would never be chosen… right?
Your feet barely touch the grass while you run through the wet fields breaking the silence with your heavy breath. Your lungs hurt because of the effort and the moon shines upon you enlightning your path even if you don’t need it to guide your steps, you know those woods better than the palm of your hand so you don’t have any trouble in to sorting the rocks and the fallen trees.
Your legs threathen to give up in any moment and you slow down your race, taking deep breaths when you spot a light at the end of the path. You stop completely, watching carefully where do you step, not wanting to make a sound or break a futile twig that gives you away. Reaching the rustic houses you make your way through the large orchads until a small house that you know too well.
Knocking two times on the wooden door you start to get nervous when you don’t hear a sound inside the house. Nervous you look around searching for wondering eyes that could reveal your position. You shouldn’t be here… if someone catches you…
- Y/N?? - a red head woman, Natasha, opens the window on a burst
- SHHH! - you hush her - Let me in - jumping over the ledge you enter in her home
Behind you, Nat closes the small door on a hurry knowing very well that you are making something really dangerous coming to his clan. Your clan and hers are faced since the two leading alphas get in to a bloody fight a lot of years ago. It has been so long since that fight that no one remembers anymore why you are still vexed, the king alphas had changed many times since then but the hate remains.
- What are you doing here? - you best friend wrap you with her arms tighly, it has been nearly a month since the last time you saw her
The liquid burned your throat as it went
down for the fifth time. You had decided to go out that night with Wanda since
it had been ages since you two had a girls night out. So there you were, in one
of the nicest clubs in New York, pouring down your throat the fifth tequila
shot of the night.
“You know, it doesn’t taste that
bad…” You mumbled looking at the little glass. “At least it doesn’t
after the third one” you added with a laugh.
“That’s because you’re wasted”
Wanda laughed leaning against the bar.
“There’s a chance I am… But maybe
I am not” you said with a frown. “I’m going to the bathroom” you
added getting up from your tool way too quickly, making everything spin.
“Wow…” You mumbled holding onto the bar.
“Were you saying?” Wanda laughed.
You showed her your middle finger as your stumbled towards the bathroom.
It had been a long time since you drank
so much. You had been too busy with the missions and all the Avengers stuff
going on at the moment. Plus, you were trying to get a degree at the NYU.
Summing up, you didn’t have much time for parties.
Luckily, you had a break from university
and for once there was no saving the world so Wanda talked you into changing
into something nicer than your onesie, putting on some make up and hitting the
So there you were, in line for the
bathroom of a club, seeing how the lights were too bright and confusing,
hearing laughs and drunken conversations all around you. You took out your
phone to check the time. 4 a.m.
With a sigh you opened the messages to
check if there was any but nothing new. Before you closed the app, Bucky’s name
came to your eyes, making you open the last conversation you had with him about
which movie you were watching that night.
You smiled at the memory of watching
Star Wars with him. He had been so amazed by the movie that watching him had
been more entertaining than the movie itself. Your remembered his eyes
completely focused on the screen, brighting, and his mouth partly opened in
surprise. He was too adorable. You ended up falling asleep over him that night
and he ended up taking you to bed once the movie was finished. The thought of
him carrying you in his strong arms still sent shivers down your body. Damn
“Sorry, are you coming in?”
You looked up from your phone to see that you were next.
“Oh yes! Sorry!” You exclaimed
with a smile before hurrying into the bathroom.
It wasn’t the first time something like
that happened to you. Getting lost in your memories of Bucky, day dreaming
about him, about how it would be to actually be with him. Not as a friend, but
as something more. Having him in your bedroom every night, whispering the
sweetest things in your ear until you fell asleep and waking up with his body
pressed against your back. Damn. You had it bad.
“Are you okay?” Wanda asked
when you came back from the bathroom.
“I need another shot” you
stated as you ordered two more.
“Amen sister” Wanda smiled
By the time you two were walking back to
the tower, you had to hold onto each other in order not to fall. Your head was
spinning, the lights were everywhere and you didn’t know where you were.
“I’m fucked, Wanda” you
“No. You’re drunk” she replied.
“Besides” you laughed.
“But I’m serious. I think I like Bucky” you confessed. You felt her
eyes on you.
“You what?” She asked.
“Don’t make me say it again”
“You should tell him” she
“You’re even more wasted than I
am” you laughed. “I can’t do that. We’re friends” you added.
“So? Vision and I were friends
too” she said with a small smile.
“That’s different-” you tried
to speak but she placed both of her hands on your mouth. “Mmmm!!”
“Don’t think about it” she said.
“Give me your phone” she added stretching out her hand. You frowned
confused but gave her your phone. Then you watched her as she dialed Bucky’s
“No!” You exclaimed jumping
over her but your drunken state caused you to fall on the floor.
“Hey Bucks!” Wanda suddenly
said. “I’m sorry I woke you up. But there’s someone here who has something
to tell you” she added. You covered your face and shook your head over and
over again. “How did you know it was (Y/N)?” She asked.
“Because that’s my phone you
moroon!” You exclaimed as you started laughing.
“Oh right” she mumbled.
“Anyway, we’re on our way home and she got to talk to you ASAP so yeah,
see you now” she added before hanging up and giving the phone back to you.
“That was probably the worst idea
ever” you laughed trying to get up from the ground.
“Was it?” She smirked.
“Who knows” you laughed
hooking your arms together as you two continued your way back home.
You didn’t even think about that call
since you were completely sure Bucky hadn’t paid attention and had gone back to
sleep. That’s why when you stepped out of the elevator and saw him leaning
against the back of the couch, facing the two of you, you almost tripped over
and fell again.
“I’m screwed” you mumbled
looking at him. Wanda started giggling by your side, causing you to do the
“Goodnight” she mumbled
stumbling towards the stairs.
“Hey there Summer Soldier!”
You exclaimed. He raised an eyebrow as he smiled. “Wrong season” you
added with a laugh. “Have you ever realised how shining New York is?”
You asked smiling.
“That’s what you wanted to tell
me?” He chuckled.
“But it is! Like your eyes when you
were watching Star Wars” you pointed out. He smiled a little.
“It was a good movie” he
“I know. I saw you- I mean, it! I
saw it. I saw the movie” you said taking off your heels, ending up on the
floor once again.
Immediately Bucky was by your side,
helping you up as you giggled. Since it was hard for you to stand, he picked
you up bridal style.
“This is nice” you said as he
carried you upstairs. “This is how you took me to bed the other day right?
I could get used to it” you smiled resting your head between his shoulder
and his neck. “Mmm…you’re so soft” you whispered against his
“Am I?” He whispered with
raspy voice this time. You nodded and planted a kiss on his neck making him
shiver. “You’re wasted” he commented.
“I’m okay” you mumbled closing
your eyes. Bad idea. The spinning got even worse. “You’re cute” you
added without thinking.
“What?” He laughed walking
into your room.
“You heard me” you replied as
he set you on your bed.
“You think I’m cute?” He asked
smiling down at you.
“Cute, hot, handsome, funny, nice,
lovely…” You started saying. He smiled kneeling down in front of you.
“You’re drunk” he said.
“Wow thank you” you rolled
your eyes. He laughed and made you lie down on your bed.
“You’re beautiful too” he
admitted sitting down next to you.
You looked at him and smiled before
sitting up slowly so you wouldn’t throw up. You two looked at each other before
you leaned in. He smiled but pressed his forehead against yours instead kissing
“You’re drunk. You will hate me in
the morning if I kiss you” he whispered.
“Drunk acts, sober thoughts”
you shrugged. He laughed.
“I’m sure that’s not the
quote” he smirked.
“So what?” You said.
Without giving him a chance to react,
you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him close to you until your lips
met. When he slipped his tongue in your mouth your head started spinning. You
didn’t even know if it was because of the alcohol or him, but it was completely
You laid down, taking him down with you
so he was hovering over you, with a hand on your waist and the other one by
“Wait…” He pulled away when
you tried to take his t-shirt off. “You’re drunk, (Y/N)” he said again.
“So what?” You frowned.
“We can’t. Not like this” he
sighed rubbing your face slowly.
“But I like you” you whispered
with a pout. He chuckled and pecked your lips.
“We’ll see if you feel the same way
in the morning” he said.
“I will” you replied.
He smiled and kissed your forehead
before getting off you. He covered you up and left your room after a while.
That was probably the hardest thing he had ever done. Walking away from you
when you had just confessed what he had been waiting to hear for so long. But
it wasn’t the right thing to do. Not when you were completely wasted. All he
could hope for was that you felt the same way in the morning. If you didn’t,
you would probably hate him.
Bucky didn’t get much asleep the rest of
the night. When the sun came through the window he forced himself to wake up
and go to the gym. He needed to clear his hear and wrap it around the
possibility of you changing your mind. He knew it would take you time to get
out of bed so he would need patience.
After spending an hour and a half in the
gym and after taking a long shower he went to the kitchen to have some
breakfast. Steve and Peter were already up and having breakfast in the living
room where Bucky joined them in silence.
“What happened last night?”
Peter asked sleepy. “I woke up and heard some noises” he
“I heard nothing” Steve
“Wanda and (Y/N) came completely
wasted” Bucky replied with a shrug.
“Today will be fun then” Peter
“So fucking funny Parker”
Bucky turned around when he heard your voice.
There you were, in your pyjamas, with
your make up ruined and your hair in a messy bun over your head. He gulped and
got up as you two locked eyes.
Despite your headache and how your body
was dying from hangover, you could remember the events from last night. You
could remember his lips, the heat of his body over yours, his smile, his touch,
his words and yours. Judging by the look on his eyes, he remembered them
Slowly, he walked over to you, like you
were a deer that could run away if he moved too fast. You bite your lip,
looking up at him, doubt in his eyes.
“So?” He mumbled. You shrugged
and took a tiny step towards him.
“Drunk actions, sober
thoughts” you said.
He smiled widely and placed a hand on
your hip to pull you closer.
“I like you too then” he
smiled before closing the distance between you two, kissing you again, with
more passion than last night, pulling you as close as he could until you two
needed air to keep on breathing. He placed his forehead on yours and smiled.
“Like a lot” he added making you chuckle.
“That’s not the quote, isn’t
it?” You heard Peter asking, making you laugh before kissing Bucky again.
Getting drunk, having the worst hangover of your life had turned out to be one
of the best thing you could have ever wished for.