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[Being a rare case had done him no favours, not from the time he was born, not from the time he showed his true nature and certainly not for any heat that he happened to be subjected to. Rumlow might have been an aggressive, bossy and ugly-ass omega, but his scent when in heat brought all the alphas to the yard. Both literally and figuratively.

It had been an unpleasant surprise for his parents. It had gotten so bad that they built a scent-proof room for him to languish his heats away in, just to keep all the alphas trying to break in or calling at the windows at all hours. It had been an even more unpleasant and uncomfortable surprise for those interim years where he lived on the streets, fending for himself. Man had he missed his 'room' when a heat had struck. It hadn't gotten that much better when he had been taken into the fold of HYDRA and poked and prodded for his rarity. He joined for the ideal, he stayed for the experimental suppressants.

He'd been doing so well, kicking the shit out of alphas and betas alike to get them to fall into line. He forced them to respect him or at least hate him enough to respect him for what he was doing as he trampled over anyone that stood between himself and mission success. He acted more like an alpha than the omega he was born to be, and that had nothing to do with suppressants. He gave quarter to no one, and he would rather get himself off on the ugly end of his pistol than have a go around with any of the men he worked with. All was right with his world for the first time, which meant everything had to go south fast.

Meeting the Winter Soldier had been that plummet right to personal Hell. Maybe it was the super-soldier serum. Maybe it was the sheer magnitude of the violence that followed that alpha around. Maybe it was that deep down, Rumlow was just looking for an alpha who could slam him into the ground and take none of his shit and somehow leaving him hissing and whining at the same time. Either way, the Winter Soldier was his Achilles heel, somehow with hormones that undid all the precious work of the suppressants and leaving him in random heats all over the place.

They mated by the end of the first mission they had served on together. He vowed as he lay under that metal arm locked to that warm chest that he'd someday kill the Soldier.

And so began their tumult 'relationship'. He'd go on a new suppressant, the Soldier would be thawed for a mission and he'd get a heat out of the deal. They have a go around with all the snarling and shoving that came with that sort of endeavoring, and the Soldier would go to the frost and wake up more well-behaved than the technicians had ever seen. Apparently getting laid did wonders for a blank weapon's mental state. Who knew? HYDRA was fascinated and so kept them on-again, off-again together for missions like they were two prized breeding aliens whose function wasn't quite known yet.

Today's mission was a search and destroy. Simple, clean, get in and get out. It never ended that way, not when the building supports were laced with explosives that brought that whole thing down. Even while he was choking on dust and cursing, he knew that going for the ex-Soviet big-wigs was never a good idea given their apparent hand in creating the Soldier. That's how building were dropped on teams, and here they all were, everyone separated, some possibly dead.

He found himself in the lucky zone of having a slab of wall crash down where it had enough space to move around and locate and fresh source of air. It was currently clogged with cement dust, but he knew that was the way out. Unfortunately, his body had already began to work itself into its usual state after a ten hour flight sitting next to the Winter Soldier with his fingers crossed that this time the suppressants would work. No go... he was heading fast and hard into his temperamental heat and his scent would be clogging up the place in no time.

Maybe all the alphas were dead. Maybe the Soldier was dead. Maybe just buried and too far away to scent him. Or maybe running free hunting down the mission target. He admired the Soldier's tenacity when it came to eliminating people with extreme prejudice. He began to claw and shove at the hole leading out, trying to budge the chucks of cement enough that he might wiggle free. He didn't call for help; he was above that currently. He'd get out because he knew that there was never anyone to do something for him no matter what was going in his pants.

He didn't need anyone. Except when he did.]

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The sense of a bond was extraordinarily soothing, calming even the most brutal instincts to assault and conquer his mate. If the asset had any memory, any concept of the passing of time beyond the moment and the mission, he would have regretted not doing this from the first knotting, marking his claim utterly on his own omega. But Hydra had wanted to avoid it as much as Rumlow had; they wanted their soldier's brutality, wanted him murderous and cold, not protective and possessing, cradling Rumlow underneath him as the pleasure drew out until he felt sunk into a state of soporific contentment. He cupped the man's jaw and lifted his face up to kiss him lazily as the muscles of his back twitched in pleasurable greed at the stroking and petting.

His knot was slowly beginning to subside, though he stayed buried deep inside of him, kissing along his jaw and throat and rocking his hips subtly through the wet grip of his hole. Awareness of a world outside of his mate was returning as the asset began to listen to the shifting sounds the rubble was making. Before he might have been so caught up in their mating that he would have fucked and knotted his omega until the wreckage collapsed around them, but now his protectiveness was stronger. Rumlow was his.

He murmured some filthy endearment in Russian, not paying any attention to what language he was speaking as he pulled his cock out of Rumlow's hole and dragged the man upright. "Time to leave."

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There was a moment when he tried to scrape together his dislike, the promise of long ago to someday kill this alpha who continually thwarted his attempts to not be ruled by his biology. When he had been young, mewling and weak, he had promised himself that he would be the one to murder the Soldier, to have his revenge for those hours of torment, only to reaffirm that want again and again after ever heat. No matter how much he tried to drag back all those old feelings, they slipped through his mind like water through his fingers.

There was a certain euphoric safety to the bond, a sense of belonging where no one could mock his biology. He could stay just like this with the shudder of concrete and growl of straining rebar. Instead, he found himself pulled to his feet, his world tilting so that he leaned heavily on the alpha. His pants were not salvageable, and he came back to the reality of the situation with the hot sticky mess starting to slide down his bare thighs.

"...and go where?" Despite his heat making thinking difficult, he was casting around for all the contingencies, all the pre-assigned safe houses, all the little nooks and crannies they could hide in until HYDRA came for them... or his heat was over and who knows what would happen when they had enough capacity to plan together.