[ This just keeps getting weirder because not only has the wolf now tried to fucking rip his throat out, and then snuggle him to death, it is not stopping in it's licking and Tony is pretty sure that its tail is wagging nonstop.

Maybe it is just really pleased to have a meal that is still alive. Or was that cats who kill for sport?

Tony doesn't care, because really he doesn't understand how this is his life and he is totally going to yell at Steve when he finds the asshole because this is a whole hell of a lot of trouble to go through over nothing.

There are a few more feeble tries at removing the wolf from his chest but it becomes pretty obvious it isn't moving and, well, it also becomes pretty obvious that the wolf isn't actually trying to kill him. Anymore. Which is nice.

But Tony still doesn't want the damn thing on him.]

You are covered in my blood and trying to snuggle me and no, fuck. Get off. I am going to murder Rogers when I find him, shit.