"Steve," James started, pulling Natasha closing to him, "call Hawkeye and have him take over for Natasha. Get Scott and his crew to take over ours. You head back to the tower and inform Tony about what happened today."
"Of course," Steve responded, pulling out his phone, "is that scent . . ."
"Yeah Steve, it's hers."
Natasha smiled slightly at that, her hands moving to James belt. "It's her."
"That's right baby," he leaned in closer, "we found her."
Then they kissed, laughter and whimpers filling their minds while their Omega's scent pushed them into an erotic wave of sudden, overwhelming lust.
Soon enough, they would bring their Omega home