[ Steve doesn't need to moonlight as a bank robber, he has enough back pay from the army that he could run his own (small) bank, thank you very much. Which has probably all been confiscated because of everything he did, but Steve doesn't care about money, and that's really not the point. Also, this is his spy outfit, thank you, and it's very subtle. Subtle in that the hoodie disguises his frame and masks the telltale silhouette of a Dorito, maybe? He's not sure, he just does what Natasha tells him to.
(Everybody does what Natasha tells them to. It's a good way to continue breathing.)
Anyway, he is a wolf now, and that really can't be disguised by any hoodie or sunglasses (although maybe you could pass him off as the offspring of a husky and a golden retriever if it was dark enough), and that's really not the point. Bared fangs close on his throat, shearing through flesh and-
And then he realizes that the blood he tastes is definitely very human, that the body beneath him smells like aluminum and scotch and explosions, and-
Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, he's just killed Tony goddamn Stark and this is so bad in so many different ways and now Steve's human brain pops back to the forefront as he whines and licks the wounds. There's so much blood everywhere, shining wetly in the moonlight, shit. Steve doesn't remember what had happened when he'd been bitten - he'd been pretty busy, and frankly, it takes a lot more than a wolf bite to make an impression on him, and he already heals faster than a normal human anyway. All that he can do is curl around Tony and howl mournfully as his blood dries on his muzzle.
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(Everybody does what Natasha tells them to. It's a good way to continue breathing.)
Anyway, he is a wolf now, and that really can't be disguised by any hoodie or sunglasses (although maybe you could pass him off as the offspring of a husky and a golden retriever if it was dark enough), and that's really not the point. Bared fangs close on his throat, shearing through flesh and-
And then he realizes that the blood he tastes is definitely very human, that the body beneath him smells like aluminum and scotch and explosions, and-
Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, he's just killed Tony goddamn Stark and this is so bad in so many different ways and now Steve's human brain pops back to the forefront as he whines and licks the wounds. There's so much blood everywhere, shining wetly in the moonlight, shit. Steve doesn't remember what had happened when he'd been bitten - he'd been pretty busy, and frankly, it takes a lot more than a wolf bite to make an impression on him, and he already heals faster than a normal human anyway. All that he can do is curl around Tony and howl mournfully as his blood dries on his muzzle.