Omega

(Author's note: This has no R or mature content. I have taken the challenge of writing a A/B/O fic with no smut. Have fun!)

Male Omegas are an anomaly. They can't give birth, but still go into heat. They serve no real purpose- other than to be used as toys for the rich and powerful. There's only a few thousand in existence, compared to the two million female Alphas- the other group of oddities.

Not to mention there's only a few million female Omegas. The majority of the population are Betas. Five billion of them. (The other two billion are male Alphas).

So, being an Omega should be valuable, right? Well, technically. Not for the Omega. They're bred. Treated like they have no mind. Like their sole purpose is be incubators.

Male Omegas are just toys for the powerful. They have no rights. They are nothing.

Which is why it is perfectly understandable that Peter Parker had a panic attack upon realizing he was an Omega. He developed a new form of suppersents. He designed clothes that block his smell. He built glasses that make his face look more... masculine.

As Spider-Man, he added padding to make curves less noticeable, his face more sturdy. He built a voice modulator to make him sound bolder, braver.

And so Peter is perfectly entitled to a meltdown when part of his suit is destroyed. The part that has his scent blockers.

And it happens in front of an mercenary. An unstable mercenary. An unstable Alpha mercenary.

Lets rewind to the beginning.