[ This is a goddamned mess. Like, bigger than most messes that Tony manages to make on his own. And he was blaming Steve completely and utterly at this point because if he didn't loos so fucking suspicious leaving the Tower, Tony never would have followed him out into the world and managed to find the world's strangest fucking wolf ever.

A wolf that now... is trying to get Tony to follow him. In New York. What. The. Fuck.]

That's it. I have died and now the hellhound is leading me to the centre of hell.

[ Despite his mutterings, Tony is following the damned fur creature. Why? Because it's no longer attacking him, it seems to be weirdly friendly and, while this could potentially be an issue later, Tony is fairly sure the wolf isn't a super villain.

You know, despite it trying to kill him already.

Tony clearly has a death wish.]

Alright, alright Lassie. I am coming, jesus. You try to rip my throat out and now you want me to follow you into New York covered in blood. Right. Sure. Because this is the best plan. Like trying to make sure that your blond friend vanishing into the forest isn't dying or planning to rob a bank. Look how that turned out.