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Steve slid open his notifications, keeping the screen angled away from Bucky so as not to wake him.
CNN: Study uncovers the true secret behind synthetic rutting hormones
Breaking: Omega Rights protest in DC
Sam: Isn't this you??
Steve swiped away the news without reading it and clicked on Sam's message. There was a link to twitter so Steve clicked that too, expecting a meme, but instead it was a link to Tony Stark's personal twitter, of all things.
Three hours ago, he'd tweeted a picture with the caption Why can't I get me an alpha like this?
Except, the picture attached to it was of Steve.
Steve blinked at it for a while, utterly confused. If he hadn't recognized the picture itself, he'd have assumed it was of someone else who just happened to look like him. "What?" he said, out loud.
Beside him, Bucky snorted and startled awake. "What?"
"Shit, sorry, babe." Steve rubbed Bucky's thigh, soothing him back down on his pillow. "I didn't mean to wake you."
Bucky hummed absently, rubbing his face into his pillow, then turned and blinked at Steve's phone. "Whatchu doin?"
"Tony Stark tweeted about me."
"What?"
Steve turned the screen to show him. "It's that picture from the architecture thing they did in that online magazine. I guess it just came up on google."
Bucky read the tweet and snorted out a laugh. "Oh, my god. You should tweet back."
"Really?"
"Why not?" Bucky shrugged.
"It's Tony Stark."
"So? It's fun."
"Babe, I know we've been getting increasingly desperate about finding an omega, but it's Tony Stark. He's not going to date us."
Bucky laughed again and pressed a kiss to Steve's shoulder before rolling out of bed. "I just think it'd be funny. Not every day a full-blown celebrity tweets a picture of you."
"True," Steve admitted. "Okay. No expectations." He took a deep breath and typed in the reply box: Hey
After hitting send, he turned his phone on silent and pulled on running clothes. Bucky was in the shower, so Steve told him he'd responded to Tony and leaned around the shower curtain for a damp kiss.
On his run, Steve forced himself to think about breathing, not tripping, and his upcoming workout instead of Tony Stark. But when he turned his phone back on as he did his cooldown walk on the last two blocks, it was lit up with notifications.
His twitter activity was confusing at best, one of them saying "798 people liked a tweet you were mentioned in." What the fuck? He navigated to the thread and started at the top.
@youknowwhoiam: Why can't I get me an alpha like this?
@SteveGRogers: Hey
@youknowwhoiam: No
@BuckyB: He's literally the alpha in the picture
Steve burst out laughing and had to stop and lean against a mailbox when it made a cramp bloom under his ribs. "Some wingman you are," he muttered. Then a new kind of notification lit up: a DM.
Steve opened it, curious. None of his friends DM-ed him on Twitter, but Tony Stark having 4.6 million followers meant it was likely someone who saw the thread and wanted to talk.
Tony: Are you really the alpha in the picture?
Steve's heart, already pounding from his run, tried to crawl up his throat and out his nose. "What the fuck?"
A beta who happened to be walking by jumped violently to the side, hand at her chest, and Steve apologized profusely and turned towards home. He trotted up the stairs to the apartment to find Bucky slotting bread in the toaster.
"Tony Stark sent me a private message."
Bucky barked out a laugh. "Amazing." He made a grabby motion, and Steve handed over his phone while he dug out the ingredients for a smoothie. Bucky read the message and grinned. He handed the phone back. "You should message him back."
"It's Tony Stark. This is so weird. Surely, he doesn't really want to talk to me."
Bucky finished spreading peanut butter on his toast and reeled Steve in for a heated kiss. "Steven Grant Rogers, I love you like crazy."
Steve softened in his arms, smiling like an idiot now. "Buck…"
"But you can be so damn thick sometimes. You're hot. He's interested. Flirt with the gorgeous, famous, rich omega, Stevie. For both our sakes, okay?"
"Okay." He stole another kiss. "Have a good day."
"You too." Bucky grabbed his bag and his toast. "Don't forget to feed Snuggles!"
"I'm not sharing my smoothie with your cactus, Bucky!"
The door clicked shut.
Steve took a shower, got dressed and settled at his desk for the day. He flipped through his emails on his laptop, but something tugged him back to his phone and he opened Twitter again. What was the harm in a little texting? It wasn't every day you got to chat with a celebrity, anyway. He ignored the truly terrifying number next to his notifications, and all the new DM requests that had popped up, and opened his chat with Tony.
Steve: Yeah, that's really me. It was a little feature for an online magazine. www.aphatectmag.com/features/steve-rogers-new-york
Tony: You're an architect?
Steve: Yup.
Tony: Sorry
Steve: For what?
Tony: For what's happening to your notifications right now. If I'd known you were, like, a real person, I wouldn't have used your picture.
Steve: Haha, what, did you think I was a really good drawing?
Tony: Lol. No. I guess I thought the pic was a stock photo or something. Not some poor architect whose phone is now exploding.
Steve: It's fine.
Tony: Can I take you to dinner as an apology?
Steve froze. Did that mean what he thought it might mean?
Steve: You don't have to do that.
Tony: I know. I want to. Besides, I should put my money where my mouth is. If I've got a chance with the dream alpha I can't pass it up, can I?
Tony: Unless you're bonded, of course.
Steve tapped his finger on the side of the phone. I am, actually. But my mate is an alpha. He waited, tense. Most omegas preferred an alpha all to themselves, and the few threes he knew had started with an alpha-omega couple instead of two alphas. He'd even gotten up the guts to ask out a few omegas over the years, but they all hadn't been interested in joining an alpha pair. And as much as he has never expected Tony Fucking Stark to be interested in the first place, it didn't mean it still wouldn't feel like another rejection when he said no.
Tony: Oh, shit, really? Do they share? Are they an architect too?
Steve could tell if that was Tony being pleased or not, so he scrolled through his gallery until he found a nice picture of Buck and sent it.
Steve: No, he's a mechanical engineer. We met in college.
Tony: Wait, he's the hot alpha wingman who said it was you in the picture?
Steve: Yeah.
Tony: And no omega has managed to snatch you guys up in all that time? Wow. So reservation for three?
Steve: Really? I'll be honest, we've been looking to date for a long time with no luck, so I'll be really blunt: if this is only an apology dinner, just let me know so we don't get our hopes up. I totally get it if you're not into a pair.
Tony: Are you kidding? Two for the price of one? I'm honestly unreasonably excited about the prospect of meeting both of you. I know we don't really know anything about each other yet, but my life is pretty chaotic and the alphas I've dated have always wanted more of my time than I could give them. Knowing my partners have someone else to share the attention sounds really great. I'm one hundred percent about making this a serious date, if you are. Ricci Café, 7pm, Friday.
Steve: We'll be there.
Tony: Fantastic.
Steve immediately dialed Bucky, heart pounding.
"Hello?"
"We have a date with Tony Stark, oh my god, what was I thinking?"
"What?"
"Friday at seven. We're having dinner with Tony."
"Wow. You move fast."
"It was his idea!" Steve exclaimed. "I was just… along for the ride."
"That's deeply sexy."
Steve groaned, pushing another laugh from Bucky. "How are you so calm?"
Bucky laughed. "Honestly? It's pretty hilarious. The more stressed you are about something, the calmer I always feel. But, babe. He knows there's two of us?"
"Yup." Steve let out a long breath and collapsed on the couch. "I sent him a picture of you. He's excited about it being both of us, apparently. He wants a pair. Buck, I don't even know what to think. It's like whiplash."
"Think about which shirt you want to wear Friday night," Bucky said softly, an edge of warm anticipation curled through his words.
Steve took out his phone and opened Tony's Twitter page again. Tony had responded to the photo - which had a lot of replies from other people as well, but even just a glance had Steve blushing so he didn't open more. Tony's latest tweet brought a smile to his face, though, and he closed his eyes and pressed the phone to his cheek. "I think he might be the one," he said, and he could hear Bucky's returning smile on the other end of the phone.
@youknowwhoiam: Why can't I get me an alpha like this?
@SteveGRogers: Hey
@youknowwhoiam: No
@BuckyB: He's literally the alpha in the picture
@youknowwhoiam: Turns out not only can I get me an alpha like this but if I pull this off, I'm a get me two. Wish me luck.