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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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[ Steve thinks he's handling it surprisingly well. He never really had the chance to fully process what had happened to him - he'd just had to get up and keep going, keep fighting the war. It just became another part of his life, like the serum. He cards fingers through Tony's hair, stroking it gently. ]

...are you planning to fight or something?

[ He doesn't really understand why he would need it. Except for Tony, it's not a matter of needing it, it's wanting to make it. ]

... no?

[ That isn't a real question is it? Because it is less about fighting and more about making wolf armour. But it isn't something he lingers on for too long, instead lets his eyes close a bit as he leans into Steve's touch. Yeah, he likes this.

For some reason, being turned into a werewolf by Steve isn't as traumatizing as Tony thought it could be. Like, weird because werewolf, but at least he knew that he would have Steve with him and... well there were worse things in the world right?

Making a questioning noise, Tony slits and eye open and peers at Steve.] You always run around in Central Park? Or would you be okay heading back to the estate with larger grounds to get furry on?

I haven't exactly lived in the city for awhile. I just sorta played this one by ear. [ He makes a face. Look at how that turned out...okay, look at how it could have turned out if someone other than Tony had come across him. ]

So god, yes, I would love to have somewhere else to go. [ The wolf in him perks up a little at the prospect of having more room to run and hunt. Steve will always be a city-dweller at heart - doesn't have the slightest idea why people think camping is fun - but he's got a wild animal inside him, too. ]

...are there deer?

... I thought you were a strategies, Rogers. [ But he sounds more amused than anything at that. Because turning into a giant wold in the middle of New York sounded fucking brilliant right?

Tony forgets about it though when he sees how pleased Steve is at the prospect, something int Tony glowing with pleasure at being able to give Steve that. ] Alright, just let me know when we should head there next time, kay? And yeah... pretty sure there are. Lots of wildlife, it is on like, a hundred acres or something.

Yeah, well, being under house arrest makes your options kinda limited. [ Especially when you're trying to keep a secret from your host. ] Trust me, if I'd been able to come up with a better idea, I would've.

Mm, good. No more cold raw meat. [ Steve wrinkles his nose. Not that he doesn't appreciate Tony donating the contents of his fridge to him last night, but fresh meat is so much better. When you're a wolf, anyway. ]

After you, uh, change for the first time. You'll be able to do it whenever you want. You know, to make armor fittings easier, and all that.

....you know you could have told me. I mean, something. I would have... I would have covered for you. [ There is a quiet tone to his voice, something vulnerable around the edges, like he wonders if Steve didn't trust him enough (not that he really blames him).

Tony shakes it off and laughs though, giving Steve a look.] Not a fan of cold steak then? Because you seemed to enjoy it last night.

[ Hunger was hunger though, and Tony could understand that to a degree. A little bit. ] Huh, I will have to make sure FRIDAY takes measurements and such then. Because, wolf armour is totally going to happen.

[ Tony's laughter fades a little before he asks, a little quieter:] Is it like, super painful?

I was hungry. [ And still had the taste of Tony's blood in his mouth, and he needed something to get it out. Anything. Tony could've poured scotch into a bowl and he would have lapped it up, and he can't even get drunk (although a drunk werewolf would probably be pretty amusing).

When Tony asks if it's painful, Steve glances away. His pain tolerance is naturally high; between a childhood of constant pain and illness, and the intense pain that came with being transformed into a super-soldier, regular pain doesn't really register with him anymore. ]

...the first time is the worst.

[ Which is definitely not a comforting answer at all. But when your bones literally snap and your body reforms itself, there's no good answer to give. ]

I'll be there with you, okay?

So anything goes even in wolf form. Good to know. I will make a point of ensuring there is a large herd of deer around then. Since you seem to like the idea of them even better than kobe beef.

[ Tony is sure that it will all make more sense to him once he has sprouted claws and fangs for himself, but until then he will just be mildly amused.

When Steve doesn't answer right away, Tony knows. Sure, he is fine with pain and all, but he really didn't enjoy it and-- well once a month sure as hell was often enough. He sighs a little and leans into Steve.] That good, huh? So much to look forward to. At least I won't be alone though, that-- yeah.

It's, you know, hunting.

[ Okay, Tony doesn't know, and Steve can't really explain it as a human. But maybe once Tony gets the chance to do it himself, he'll understand.

(Or maybe he'll just make Steve bring down the deer by himself and then go eat a hamburger.)

His arms tighten around Tony, pulling him closer. His reaction just makes him feel worse about the whole thing. ] You sure you can't invent a time machine so you can go back in time and keep this from happening? Because that'd be great.

Hunting. [ DEADPANNED ]

So if I make giant robots covered in strips of bacon, you would find that even more amusing?

[ Not that he would-- yeah he would make those who are we kidding.It could be his idea of fun, making things that would evade a super werewolf.

At Steve's reaction, Tony snorts, but uses the action to snuggle in a little more. What, he was allowed ok.] Uh, no. Time travel is the realm of dimensions and shit, or magic and... nope. Not my style man. Not even a little. Anyway, can't say that I am all too upset I mean... you did make one hell of a wolf. Gotta hope I make a good one too.

You'll end up with dented robots, and I'll get broken teeth. So it's probably best to stick with the deer.

[ Actually, the robots would probably end up ripped apart. ]

Oh, yeah, because that really seems impossible in between turning into a wolf and the actual gods who visit our planet regularly. [ Steve huffs a sigh against Tony's neck. He thinks Tony should be upset - hell, he's upset about the whole thing, about how much he'd fucked up. About how things could have been different and Tony could have been dead because of him. ] Might want to be careful if you're working with silver in the future.

Uh huh, broken robots are par for the course here, don't know if you've noticed that. So....

[ He is still going to do it. Hey, if he can make robots that can be used as training things, or entertainment, he will. He is Tony now, c'mon.]

Shut up, Steve. It is, Space-Time works on a whole other level of everything okay. You can fuck with folding vast amounts surface into multiple dimensions, can stretch the tenth dimension to accommodate mass differentiation, but time travel is weird shit and no.

[ There is a raised brow at that because-- really?] Silver? Well there goes my secret hobby of making jewelry.

[ Steve's just going to stick to deer. You can hunt robots, Tony. Deer are more delicious. Maybe this will make more sense to your wolf brain. ]

You know, I'm just going to trust you on that, because none of it makes any sense to me. Everything you just said was complete gibberish.

Hey, I don't know what you use in your alloys. Silver might be in there somewhere. [ Shrug. He's just warning him that some stories might seem dumb, but they're true. ] Or you might secretly make jewelry, for all I know. Hell if I know what you get up to in your lab.

[ It might make more sense to his wolf brain. Later. For now, robots are cooler and you are just weird okay. Weird and furry and ugh.]

It was science, Steve. You know, that stuff that I love and that makes the world go 'round and all? Pretty sure there is a science to you becoming furry once in a while too. Also, science is what I do in my lab, not making pretty rings. Though I suppose I could have tried that route for world domination...

[ He shoots Steve a sidelong look, something still tentative around the edges of his smile.] So, I'm kinda starved. Think you're up to cooked bacon by now?

Look, I'm just saying, if you're gonna say everything is science, then time travel has to be science, too. It doesn't make sense otherwise. I mean, it doesn't make sense anyway, but-

[ Steve isn't sure what he's saying anymore, actually. ]

You could've cooked the bacon last night, you know. It tastes better that way. But, yeah, I could go for some bacon and eggs.

[ And a steak. And the rest of the contents of Tony's fridge. ]

[ GLARING SO HARD WOW.] Shut up or I am never buying you steak again.

[ He is serious. Mostly.]

And good, you get to carry me. And cook. It's your payment for trying to eat me, no matter how delectable I might be.

Uh, Tony, have you ever seen me cook? Because I don't.

[ Seriously. All of Steve's kitchen attempts usually end in smoke, if not fire. On his own, he lives on microwave meals and cans. Usually Wanda takes enough pity on him to make him something - if not, he just has sandwiches or cereal or anything that doesn't involve a stove. ]

... ohmygod, really Steve? Not even bacon and eggs?

[ No, really. He is horrified. C'mon, he's not a stellar cook here by any means, but he can manage that much. What are you-- wow.

Tony sighs dramatically and flops even more dramatically all over Steve.]

Fine, FRIDAY will order in and you get to go get the food when it's delivered and bring it to me because, sorry Fluffy, I am not walking if I don't have to.

I eat a lot of cereal and sandwiches, okay?

[ He just raises an eyebrow at the dramatic flopping and sighing. But of course Tony's doing it, because he's Tony. And he's still calling him Fluffy, although Steve somehow doubts he'll be shedding that nickname anytime soon. ]

God, you're spoiled. Asshole.

...right. How do you survive again with your metabolism? Because, no.

[ Just no. He doesn't want to make a chef robot okay, but you are making it seem like he is really going to have to. What the hell Steve. And let him be dramatic okay, he is processing and kind of ignoring the shitload of shit that has just gone on and he would rather just lay on you and enjoy the warmth and remind you that you fucked him to the point where he can't walk and shut up Fluffy.

Tony grins, all teeth, up at Steve.]

I'm precious, and don't you forget it. Now, FRIDAY?

Your favourites have been ordered, Boss. And I tripled it for Captain Rogers here. Should be here in half an hour.

[ See Steve? He's awesome. ]

...like I said. Sandwiches.

[ He can occasionally manage a steak, but it helps that he eats them extra-raw, so there's not much cooking involved. ]

Precious, my ass. [ Steve grumbles a little, but it helps that Tony's ordering food, because he's incredibly hungry. He tilts his head up at the ceiling and adds: ] Thanks, FRIDAY. You're the real treasure here.

Sandwiches can't sustain a body like yours, Steve. I can't--

[ Tony makes a frustrated noise that is cut off. Really. How have you-- wow. And you are getting a swat for that. Wow. Asshole.]

You do have a precious ass, but that wasn't what I said. Wow, you would think after mind blowing sex you would be less grumpy.

[ Is he teasing? Is he? Maybe. Congrats Steve, you have unlocked a new achievement: awkward teasing Tony. ]

'm always grumpy after the full moon.

[ Grumpy and extra-starving. Honestly, FRIDAY probably could have added even more onto their order, and he'd be able to put it away without difficulty. Maybe he'll steal some of Tony's food if he has any left over. Or maybe he'll just look extra endearing till Tony gives him more.

(It worked when he was a wolf, so it's bound to work now, right?) ]

...and my ass is not precious.

[ This is Tony's disbelieving look. Whatever you say, grumpy Fluffy, whatever you say. Tony isn't going to argue with you for now. Instead he's gonna snort and try to roll towards the edge of the bed without tangling himself in the blankets or falling off.

He succeeds. Somehow.]

You say that, but you lie. I have seen your ass, trust me Rogers, it's a national treasure.

[ Steve props himself up on one elbow to watch Tony, admittedly curious to see if he falls off. ]

Okay, but precious?

[ Nope, he's staying in bed till he has to go get the food. Tony can do whatever weird Tony thing he's doing. ]

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