Steve knew that it was super important that he kept on top of his suppressants. It'd been drilled into him since he'd come out of the ice, especially since the ones he needed were so damned strong, to be able to work with the serum. Not to mention, how would it look, if Captain America went into Rut and acted like some feral animal and got the Omega's Rights activists all in a tizzy. Not that Steve had ever hurt someone, but the press did like to make assumptions.

And everyone assumed that Steve Rogers, Captain America, Alpha extraordinaire, must have incredibly super-powered Ruts. Which, okay, maybe, but still. Usually he stayed on his suppressants, until he could get himself knocked out for a few days, and ignored it. It wasn't, well dignified.

After all, who'd want to get stuck with him for a Rut anyways? Most of the team was Betas or Alphas anyways, and he certainly wasn't going to ask any of the Omegas to put up with him.

So he stayed on top of his suppressants, and took care of business. Except this time, with everything going on, it had somehow skipped his mind. He'd like to blame the hormones, but he probably shouldn't. And now, it was the middle of the afternoon, and he felt like he had a fever, and somewhere, in the Avengers compound, he could smell an Omega.