Steve flinched as they passed the alpha cell and clung tightly to Clint as the alpha took care of the one responsible for them being in there. Heading out to the car, Steve took a deep breath now that they were out of the jail. Getting into the car, Steve shrugged slightly.
“Can we just go home and order something to be delivered?” he asked, looking up at his alpha slowly. “I just… I don’t think I can stand to be around other people right now. Is… is Phil at the house or did he go home?” He adored Phil Coulson, but he wasn’t sure right now that he wanted to be around anyone but Clint.
“Sure thing, baby. Whatever it takes to make you feel safe.” Clint promised, going to climb in the driver’s side and starting the car. He shook his head at the question. “After I got the call, Phil and Buck made the others leave the apartment. They know how much you don’t like people after something like this happens. I just wish people would stop thinking they could manhandle my mate.” He huffed, reaching to take Steve’s hand. “Do you want Chinese or pizza?” he asked as they drove, eyes on the road even as he was so aware of his omega.
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