Alpha Agron
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New York Gladiators by orphan_account
Fandoms: Spartacus Series (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe
25 Nov 2017
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When Alayla Stark was six, she dreamt about becoming a super hero like her Papa. Often times, she would don a cheap plastic Iron Man mask and custom, non-lethal, light repulsors. Six-year-old Alayla’s favorite game was “Rescue Papa.” Tony would pretend to be trapped by a villain and Alayla’s job was to help him break free.
At the age of twelve, she wanted to become a scientist. That was the year Alayla presented and had her first heat. She was miserable and didn’t want anyone else to suffer like she had.
At sixteen, SHEILD was destroyed because it had been infiltrated by Hydra. She had learned of Steve Rogers’ mate, Bucky, and of the horrors Hydra had put him through. That’s when Alayla knew she was going to become a doctor.
When she started college later that year, she dreamed of all the ways she could help veterans, especially prisoners of war. She did not, however, dream about living with a dozen or so ancient gladiators and rebels.
But, that’s a little too far ahead in this story. Let’s go back a few months to where it started getting interesting.
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- Part 1 of New York Gladiators
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Agron was driving home from an office party a little tipsy in the wee hours of the morning when he saw someone practically having a fucking deathwish blocking his path on the road.
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Agron took pride in his ability to cut ties. He’d wander from bed to bed as he did villages, tumbling with an omega or beta, without any lingering fondness in his heart the next morning. Duro teased him about it, this lack of attachment he seemed to have.
For Agron, it didn’t matter. Who was some omega, to his brother, his mother, who were cut from blood and bone.
Later, long after he and Duro had been captured, he cemented himself to this belief.
Spartacus smelled of sorrow and rage. He rubbed at the bondmark on his neck from his mate without even thinking.
And watching Crixus wail, tied up between the whipping posts with his back ripped raw Naevia’s anguished face in his neck as they embraced before the slaver was to take her, Agron was never more content with how his heart wandered and never landed.
Doomed, his brothers were by love. He would never fall prey to it. Or to any omega.
(Or the A/B/O Nagron AU)