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[ HYDRA, as it turned out, had been working on other biological projects, which Steve had discovered one night late in the war when he infiltrated a small outpost and found a number of wolves. At first, he'd thought they had just been exceptionally resilient animal specimens - he'd had to set the house on fire and trap them inside to escape after he'd run out of ammunition.

When the full moon came, he discovered that they hadn't just been wolves, they had been werewolves. He turned into a beast, ran through the forest, and when dawn came, he found himself miles from camp, naked on a bed of pine needles.

(That had been a little awkward.)

A few months later, he'd gone under the ice, and nothing mattered anymore.

Fast-forward a good few decades, and Steve's out of the ice and managing his furry little problem the best he can. Which is to say, he disappears once a month and hope nobody notices. That hasn't been a problem till now. He's ostensibly under house arrest in Stark Tower, and, okay, he knows Tony won't care if he leaves, won't tell the government that he's suddenly disappeared. But that doesn't mean he's not paranoid about it.

There's really nothing he can do, though. Sure, he could probably spend the full moon curled up in his room, but he knows Tony has cameras in there to monitor him (doesn't blame him for it), and that's obviously a problem. He'll just have to suck it up and sneak out.

He's pretty sure Tony's preoccupied with something - a meeting, genius Tony things, whatever - when he casually strolls out of the tower before sunset in a hoodie, baseball cap tucked under his arm. Once he's safely out of view, he puts the baseball cap on, pulls up the hood - he can't wear sunglasses right now, that would just look weird. It's not far to the park, but he can feel the tug of the moon in his bones, and it makes him walk a little faster.

Steve wishes he would've had a chance to scope out the park ahead of time; right now, he just has to strip down and hope to god nobody steals his clothes as he stashes them deep in a copse of trees. And then- then the change hits, twisting his bones, reforming his body. It feels like the serum did every time, hurts like hell, but soon enough he's on four legs.

The wolf in him misses the jungles of Wakanda; they'd been hot, but wild, full of animals to hunt. The city isn't the same, not when the park isn't big enough to really run through, not when the biggest animals in the bushes are squirrels and rabbits. It feels distinctly unsatisfying; he wants to hunt, to feel the exhilaration as he brings down his prey, the hot blood on his tongue. As he thinks about it, there's a rustle in the underbrush behind him, and without thinking, he tenses his muscles and leaps. ]

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....you want a bath.

[ This is-- actually Tony isn't even surprised anymore okay. Today is clearly just fucked up and he is going to have to accept it. Not only is this the first animal to walk into the Tower willingly, it is also the first animal Tony has known of that wants a bath and actually gets in the tub without being fought with.

So clearly, Tony sighs heavily before moving over to turn the tub on, and grabs some shampoo as well.]

I assume I am the one that has to wash my blood off your muzzle? Of course, because you don't have thumbs, you just have fangs. Which are sharp, by the way. Very sharp.

[ He gestures to his neck (which, is closed now, what the fuck). ]

[ Steve still can't see that the wound is closed, but he whines and drops his head guiltily when Tony brings it up. He's sorry, okay? Maybe if you hadn't surprised him, then none of this would have happened. But look at how sad and pathetic he is now, he is clearly repentant. He'll feel even worse about it in the morning when he's human again and can see properly.

And technically, he has paws instead of thumbs, but Tony's just trying to be an asshole about everything, because he's Tony, and that's what he does.

Once there's a few inches of water in the tub, Steve drops down and rolls in it happily. Yes, Tony, you may get soaked while washing the murder wolf. ]

Edited (derp html) 2016-12-18 04:57 (UTC)

[ The murder wolf goes and look apologetic about attacking him. Like it understands what Tony is saying, and while that isn't the most insane thing to happen he still-- Actually no, that totally makes sense after everything. Complete sense. Tony raises a brow and tries to keep a stern look going, but the damned thing actually looks cute and what the fuck is his life.

Sighing and dropping his head, Tony mutters and curses Steve a little more.

Curses him louder when suddenly--]

Fucking fuck! Are you kidding me! I didn't need a fucking shower, mutt!

[ Only he did. Because blood. But still, water is everywhere and the murder wolf looks so pleased with life and what the fuck ever, he is wet already so might as well just climb in the tub with the thing. Wasn't like the tub wasn't big enough for a grown wold and a grown man anyway.]

Come here, you idiot. That is not-- ugh, bloody water. FRIDAY, turn the shower on please.

[ His AI chirps a 'no problem boss' before there is also hot water coming from the shower head, making it a little bit cleaner.]

[ Of course Tony has a bathtub large enough for a human and an oversized murder wolf, because he's Tony Stark. (Not that Steve's bathtub is much smaller, but he's a big guy and he needs a big tub, okay?)

And he begs to differ, because Tony obviously needs a shower; he's more covered in his own blood than Steve is, and that's saying a lot. Once Tony's in the tub with him, Steve stops rolling around and instead just sits there patiently, waiting for Tony to scrub him.

This is a pretty sweet gig. He could get used to this. ]

[ Don't judge him Steve. DON'T DO IT. He needs large bathtubs for, uh, reasons. Yes. Reasons.

Tony has all but forgotten about the fact his is covered in blood, there is no linger pain to remind him there was even an injury, so he is a little more focused on the fucking weird wolf instead. Tony barely remembered to take care of his own injuries when they still hurt.

Though the moment the wolf stops frolicking, Tony stops and stares.]

... you would be weirdly well behaved wouldn't you. You fucking would.

[ He grumbles before grabbing the shampoo and starting to wash the blood covered fur, muttering things under his breath the whole time. Mostly about how Steve was an idiot and he better not have been eaten by the wolf's friends or something and, god damnit, how has noticed a blond fucking wolf running around New York? How is that possible? And--oh hey look, clean murder puppy.]

[ Yeah, Steve can guess what those reasons are, he's not that dumb. Personally, he just likes being able to soak his muscles after a good workout, so he appreciates his oversized tub.

Just to be an asshole, Steve keeps licking Tony while he's lathering him up, because he can't be completely well-behaved. And nobody's noticed a blond wolf running around New York because he hasn't been here before, not that Tony knows that.

Once he's clean, Steve hops out of the tub and - surprise - gives into his canine instincts and shakes. Which means that now there's water everywhere in Tony's bathroom, oops. He just gives Tony an innocent-looking doggy grin. ]

[ Not dumb, just innocent or something. Yes. Tony was always more fond of showers, too many echoes from the past when he took baths with no other reason than a bath.

Every time Steve drags his tongue along his skin, Tony grimaces and leans back, but it does force him to wash himself. He almost looks surprised when the water comes away pink with blood. Because, you know, paying attention.]

Are you--! For fuck's sake, you stupid-- ugh. This is going to be a pain in the fucking ass to clean up.

[ Tony is scowling as he stands up, getting himself out of the tub. He then starts stripping his ruined clothes form him without a care. Clearly, it's only a wolf right? ]

[ Come on, Tony, Steve knows you don't do any of your own cleaning. Don't complain to him about how hard it's going to be. There's probably a mop robot just waiting in the closet or something.

Steve doesn't really care when Tony starts stripping in front of him. He's just taking his clothes off, and it's not like it's anything sexual. Just to fuck with Tony, though, he yawns, large and clearly unimpressed.

Mostly he just wants Tony to dry him off. ]

[ Hey now, he cleans his own lab thank you very much. Because like hell he is letting anyone in there aside from him. Not even the robots are allowed to clean the lab (only because the one time he did let that happen, DUM-E managed to get them to just follow him around for the day and it was mutiny).

Tony rolls his eyes at the wolf yawn and throws his soaking wet shirt at the wolf's face before stripping out of his pants and going for the largest and fluffiest towels in the tower. He wraps one around himself and drapes the other one over the murder wolf's head with a snort.]

I think you're sassing me, maybe I should get out more.

[ Of course he's sassing you, Tony. You just don't realize it because you don't know he's Steve. He snaps at the shirt - could tear it to pieces if he really wanted to be an asshole, but he's not going to do that - and tosses his head so it falls on the floor.

...yes, perfect, a towel draped over his head is totally useful. Thank you for that, Tony. Blue eyes glint in the shadows cast by the towel, and there's an annoyed huffing noise. ]

[ Fucking sassy murder puppy. Stop it.

Tony raises an eyebrow at the disgruntled wolf under the towel, taking his time towelling himself off since, you know, some fluff ball decided to eat his throat and then soak him in his own bathtub. Really now, him first okay. You already shook out all the excess water.

Once Tony is dry (which doesn't take long), he drapes the towel around his shoulders and kneels on the floor infront of the murder puppy and begins to dry him.]

You look like a fucking dust bunny. Jesus, you are fluffy. Maybe I should call you that. Fluffy the Murder Puppy. It's perfect.

[ Steve gives him a flat look. You are not even calling him Fluffy the Murder Puppy, and he does not look like a dust bunny. He's not a puppy, he's a wolf. There's a difference between the two, okay?

Granted, he's acting more like a puppy right now, but that's just because he's indoors and his human side has taken over. You want to see how not puppy-like he is, take him somewhere wild and watch him bring down a goddamn deer and eat it raw like a real wolf.

(Actually, he really wants to do that right now. The wolf in him doesn't like being indoors, doesn't like the forced inactivity. It wants to run and hunt and howl.)

Maybe next month, he thinks, he can talk Tony into going back to the training facility. There's plenty of land there to do whatever the hell he wants. Better than some stupid park in the middle of the city. ]

[ Tony takes that unimpressed look (don't ask him how he knows, but he does, fuck this is an expressive wolf) and takes it as a win. He grins, all teeth at the wolf, as he finishes towelling him off.]

There you go Fluffy. All done.

[ There is a clear smirk to his tone and , for fucks sake he needs to see someone if he is talking to a wolf and this is his life and... what.

Tony groans and presses his forehead against the wolf's flank.]

I clearly need help. Shit. All this pining over super soldiers is fucking me up.

[ Whoa, wait, pining over super-soldiers? What? Steve's surprised enough that he turns his head to give Tony a definitely confused look. There is no way he means that the way Steve thinks he means it. Absolutely definitely no way. He lets out a quiet whine.

(He'd think that maybe he's pining over Bucky, but come on, that's a little ridiculous. Plus Bucky's frozen in Wakanda, so even if he is, it's not like it would make a difference.)

He licks Tony's face again, more tenderly this time. ]

Yeah, I know, pathetic. But wait till you meet him, Fluffy. He's fucking-- ugh, you will want to tear his throat out and kiss him all at once. Asshole's been driving me out of my mind for fucking years...

[ Tony sounds resigned in his words, half smile on his face. With a heavy sigh, Tony looks at Fluffy and shrugs, a what can you do, kind of motion before standing up and heading towards the bedroom.]

C'mon murder puppy, time for pants and then maybe food. Or at least coffee. Then it is time to track down the missing supersoldier. Don't suppose you can sniff him out, huh?

[ Tossing a look over his shoulder, Tony vanishes into the massive closet, only to reemerge wearing a pair of well worn, low slung jeans. He doesn't bother with a shirt.]

Maybe he finally ran back to his better half in Wakanada..

[ Not that Tony really thinks that, but... He shakes his head and headed towards the kitchenette, turning the coffee machine on right away.]

[ Steve's never really thought of himself as the kind of guy who would drive anybody crazy, let alone Tony, who's...well, he's Tony. He could have anyone he wanted without exerting any actual effort. He doesn't know why Tony would pick him.

He probably won't, once he finds out the truth. Once he finds out what Steve's really done to him.

(And, okay, he looks really unfairly attractive in just those jeans, even with a wolf's vision. Steve wants to trace his tongue along those hipbones, and that's not even the wolf talking.)

While Tony turns the coffee machine on, Steve sits in front of the fridge. He doesn't really like most commercially available raw meat (it's too old), but, hell, he'll take what he can get right now, because he feels like he can still taste Tony's blood in his mouth, and it kind of makes him want to vomit when he thinks about it too much. ]

[ Fumbling about the kitchen, it takes Tony a moment to even notice that Fluffy is sitting at the fridge like he wants food. Tony has pulled out a mug and yelled at FRIDAY about making sure they order more coffee and, did Steve come back by chance? No, okay and--

Tony blinks at Fluffy.]

Uh... Food. I guess.

[ Tony's gaze narrows a little as he walks towards Fluffy and the fridge. ]

Are you a fucking domesticated wolf? How do you know food is in there, because I don't think you could smell it. Pretty sure. Maybe. Fuck, what do you even eat?

[ The fridge doors swing open wide, and Tony hums as he looks at the contents.]

[ Steve goes up on his hind paws to poke his head inside, sniffing at the contents, and-

Yep. His nose zeroes in on a nice, raw steak. He rises up even higher, and he's almost as tall as he is as a human right now, putting his paws on the shelf with the steak. There's a quiet, polite yip, and while he could just grab the steak and pull it down, that would be rude. He'll wait for Tony to get it out and put it on something so he can eat it like a civilized wolf.

You know, the kind of civilized wolf that would be ripping raw flesh from an animal carcass if he had the opportunity.

Please deliver steak, Tony. And also any other raw meat you may have in your refrigerator. ]

[ There might be something of a grin on his face as he watches the wolf stand and peer into the fridge. Though he doesn't stop to think before grabbing the steak with a raised brow and a shrug before tossing it on the counter and grabbing a small container of yogurt for himself.

When the coffee machine pings at him, he tosses his cup underneath it, then turns to the steak.]

I suppose you just want this without it being cooked. Well then..

[ He pulls out the meat and then puts it on a plate before setting it on the floor. It is a large steak, but Tony has no idea how much the murder puppy has to eat. He opens his yogurt and takes a spoonful before--]

FRIDAY, how much do I have to feed Fluffy here?

More than one steak, Boss. Also, might not be the best idea to keep a wolf as a pet in New York. You should take him to a conservatory.

Mmm, probably. Thanks FRIDAY. [ He peers at Fluffy. ] More then?

[ Judging how long it takes the steak to disappear down Steve's throat (about thirty seconds), yes, he would like more. Steve also fails to appreciate that the steak is expensive grass-fed Kobe beef, because what else would Tony Stark have? (Steve's just used to whatever you buy at Costco. Look, you eat like a super-soldier, you learn to buy in bulk real fast.)

He sits down patiently, waiting for Tony to deliver more food. And thanks for the advice, FRIDAY, you're a real pal. On the bright side, Tony can't actually do anything like that till tomorrow morning, and it obviously won't be an issue then. ]

...wow. That was... impressive? Terrifying? I am not sure what I was expecting honestly.

[ He shuffles back to the fridge, spoon stuck in his mouth, and pulls out the rest of the meat he has laying around. There is some beef, and ground turkey apparently, and one other steak as well as a package of the fancy thick cut bacon. Tony looks at it and holds it out to Fluffy.]

Yay or nay to bacon?

[ He's already making decent inroads on the beef when Tony asks about the bacon. There's a bit of a 'well, duh' look on his face when he glances up and yips.

(He wishes there was a way to tell him to fry it up first.) ]

[ Rolling his eyes, Tony opens the back and throws a strip at Fluffy.] Fucking sassy shit. Why are you here eating my food? You tried to murder me and now I am feeding you.

Fuck I must be desperate for human contact. FRIDAY remind me to call Rhodes tomorrow morning, I need to get out more. Al this pining bullshit has be going more insane than normal. I am talking to Fluffy like he understands.

Wolves are intelligent creatures, Boss. Chances are he has an idea.

[ Tony glares at the ceiling before snatching he coffee and dropping all the meat onto the plate for Fluffy. Traitor of an AI. ]

[ Um, obviously you're feeding him because he's adorable and those big blue eyes remind you of the jerk you're pining over, duh.

Steve catches the thrown strip with ease, chowing down happily. Yeah, it would be better cooked, but he'll live. And now he's got a meat buffet, and everything is basically amazing by a wolf's standards.

(Well, okay, the fact that it's refrigerated meat isn't great, but the variety is pretty awesome.)

He just sort of spends awhile eating through all the meat in Tony's fridge blissfully, wagging his tail. ]

[ yeah, that's totally it. You and your stupid blue eyes, fucking wolves man. Rip your throat out then look cute as fuck and eat your fridge clean.

Tony sips his coffee, quiet moan at the taste. God he loves coffee he really does.

While Fluffy chows down, Tony shuffles into the living room, drops himself into the couch and grabs his tablet. It is the hour of the night where creating shit that might be a terrible plan is par for the course. Maybe he should get Fluffy a collar.

Maybe he should get Steve a collar since the fucker ran away. Wait, not. That-- is a mental image his poor pining heart cannot take right now. He groans.]

I'm gonna die, Fluffy. Die, you hear me? And it's all Steve fucking Rogers' fault. Why is that fucking asshole so-- so--- ugh. [ He puts his coffee down for a moment and pulls up the specs for a electromagnetic shield for said asshole. It's supposed to be a surprise.] After I finish this, I should probably try that sleep thing. Or get Steve a collar so I can keep track of the jerk. Ugh.

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