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“This is your two minute war-oh my god, what is that smell?” Torres started to say as he walked out of the tactical center into the staging area of the plane. He covered his nose and mouth with his hand, looking frantically between Sam and Bucky, before he dropped his arm and tried to pretend he hadn’t noticed anything. Torres was a good kid and beta, but he was clearly in over his head trying to mediate two alphas who were barely tolerating each other.
“He started it,” Bucky snitched, jerking his chin in Sam’s direction. He rolled his shoulders, uncomfortable in the expensive bondage gear he hadn’t anticipated wearing again when he showed up to jump down Sam’s throat.
Sam used the distraction of Torres walking between them to declare victory in the staring contest and stand first before Bucky could shoot to his feet. “Nobody invited your ass along for the ride,” Sam reminded him, honestly because he’d been more than a little surprised himself when he’d felt territorial enough over the plane, the job, or Torres to flash his dominant scent markers at Bucky. Bucky had flashed back and they’d been sitting in a skunky stew of alpha pheromones for the last hour.