This story didn't end the way that I wanted it to, but it's over. This is it. I'm not writing anything else for it. It's time for me to move on to bigger and better things.

Having never tended to another Omega's heat before, Tony wasn't sure what to expect when J.A.R.V.I.S. told him that Clint and Phil were waiting for him in Clint's room. He imagined that Clint would already be in the throes of heat, mindlessly begging for relief. His own heats before his excommunication had been mindless. He shuddered at the memory of how desperate he'd been, begging Obie for relief as the older man sat at his desk telling Tony that he had far too much work to do to provide more than his scent for Tony's heat. When he pushed open Clint's door, he fully expected to find Clint in a similar state of desperation.

What he found instead was Clint sitting calmly on his bed, a faint sheen of sweat on his naked skin, chest of courting jewelry settled on his lap. Phil was across the room organizing the bottles of water and energy bars that they would need to keep them going. When Tony closed the door behind him, both men looked up, relief apparent on their faces.

"You're just in time, Tones. Come help me put this stuff on. My skin is itchy." Clint patted the bed next to him with a welcoming grin. "Don't just stand there. It's perfectly normal for an Omega who's attending another's heat. Come here."

Tony crossed the room slowly, perching on the edge of the bed next to Clint. He eyed the courting chest like it was going to attack him, leery of actually touching it. Clint huffed out an irritated sigh and opened the chest, shoving it at Tony. All three men were quiet as Tony stared into the chest, one finger tracing over the precious metal and gems within. After several tense minutes, Tony lifted his eyes to Clint, tongue wetting his lips nervously.

"What do you want to put on first?"

"The leather bracelet from Phil. That always goes on first. After that, order doesn't matter until my collar; Phil puts that on last."

Tony nodded and grabbed the well worn bracelet, slipping it onto Clint's wrist. One by one, he helped Clint put on each ring, bracelet, necklace, and earring that the chest contained. When all that remained was the collar, Tony pulled a box out of his own pocket, handing it to Clint.

"You went against convention and gave me a courting gift. I wanted to do the same, with a little Tony Stark flair. Go ahead, bird brain, open it up."

Clint opened the box to reveal an ear cuff inlaid with amethysts. Taking the cuff out of the box, he flipped it over, gaping at Tony. "It's a hearing aid. You made me a hearing aid for a courting gift? That's… that's completely dorky, but kind of sweet too. Thank you, Tony."

Tony blushed and helped Clint put the cuff on before stepping back so that Phil could put Clint's collar on him. Looking at Clint, heat slowly turning his skin pink, decked out in his courting jewelry, Tony felt warmth and love fill him. This was his pack. Clint was his just as much as he was Clint's. They belonged together.

"Strip, Tony, then join Clint on the bed." Phil had stepped away from the bed, peeling his suit off as he watched both of his Omegas. "This may be Clint's heat, but no one in the pack will be left unsatisfied. This is about all of us."

Tony nodded, ripping his shirt over his head and tossing it down on the floor. His pants and boxers quickly followed before the entire pile was kicked into the corner. Approaching the bed, Tony climbed on slowly, settling onto Clint's left side. Now that he was here, Tony wasn't sure what to do. Sure, he'd had sex before- hell he and Clint had just done it yesterday- but he'd never had sex during a heat- his own or someone else's. He wasn't sure what protocol was meant to be followed in this situation. Everything he'd read after Clint had gone back upstairs the night before had said that the Omega tending to another Omega's heat was supposed to ensure that the rest of the pack stayed hydrated and fed, but Clint and Phil expected him to be a participant, to actually be involved with the activities taking place.

"You're thinking too hard," Clint climbed into Tony's lap, tangling his fingers in the older man's hair. "It's a heat, Tony. It's a bunch of sweaty, enthusiastic, fantastic sex. It isn't rocket science, which I know you excel at. Pretty soon I'm going to be begging for all of you to fuck me into the bed, mindless from the hormones. There's nothing complicated about it, Tones. Don't think. Just do."

Bending down, Clint caught Tony's lips in a slow kiss, teeth nipping at Tony's bottom lip to demand entrance. As soon as Tony let him in, Clint was mapping out the older man's mouth, grinding his hips into Tony's. Both Omegas groaned as their erections rubbed together, Tony's hands immediately coming up to guide Clint's actions. The Omegas were so caught up in each other that Clint jumped when Phil climbed onto the bed behind him, pressing one finger into his wet hole.

"Ssh, Omega," Phil ran his free hand down Clint's back, calming the other man as he continued to stretch him. "Relax for your Alpha. Let me in. Let us take care of you. We have you, little bird. You just need to relax."

Though the words were meant for Clint, Tony found himself relaxing as well, laying back on the bed as Phil guided him down. The last thought that ran through Tony's head before he lost himself to Clint's heat was that this was what it meant to have pack. This is what home felt like.