[ His eyes go straight to the movement, focused on her lips for a little longer than can be strictly innocent distraction.
He can smell her like this. He can smell everything and there's a part of him desperate to take care of her that tells him he can't let her leave when she smells so distressed.
There's always been something about the smell of a distressed omega that leaves Steve wanting to fix it with a desperation he can't quantify, like it's his mission to make it stop. It's especially strong with Natasha, who he's known and cared about for a long time now. Maybe she isn't his, but she sort of is, too, and he wants to take care of her.
He's carefully still as he watches her.
He's got her trapped and cornered and he has to remind himself not to pounce. It won't fix anything. ]
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He can smell her like this. He can smell everything and there's a part of him desperate to take care of her that tells him he can't let her leave when she smells so distressed.
There's always been something about the smell of a distressed omega that leaves Steve wanting to fix it with a desperation he can't quantify, like it's his mission to make it stop. It's especially strong with Natasha, who he's known and cared about for a long time now. Maybe she isn't his, but she sort of is, too, and he wants to take care of her.
He's carefully still as he watches her.
He's got her trapped and cornered and he has to remind himself not to pounce. It won't fix anything. ]
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