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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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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. ]

[ There is a small noise of triumph as Tony makes it to the edge of his bed without actually falling out of it. There is a moment where half of him vanishes over the edge of the bed before--

Enjoy having some track pants being flung at you, Steve.]

Yup. Now put on some pants and go get our food. You are not tipping the delivery guy by showing up naked, that's the tip I give.

[ Steve just eyes the pants. And- ]

The tip you give is probably a blowjob.

[ Little does Steve know, this is pretty much an entire genre of porn. But he sighs and puts the pants on anyway. Reluctantly drags himself out of bed, and then- ] Did you charge everything, or do I really need money for a tip?

Only if the service is really good.

[ Tony is rolling his eyes even as he rolls back onto the bed a little, part of him wanting to get up and shower the rest-- ugh.]

What do you think, Rogers. Really now, everything is covered, unless you really are about to go down there and blow the guy that drops it off.

[ Which, pease don't. Because as snappy as Tony sounds about it, he probably couldn't handle that. The rough edge of his voice totally has nothing to do with him thinking about that and freaking out, oh no. Totally just, uh... tired. Yeah. ]

Good way to get extra egg rolls thrown in next time, though.

[ He's really just kidding about that. God knows Tony doesn't have to seduce the delivery guy if he wants extra food, he just orders it. ]

Just wanted to make sure.

[ And he rolls his eyes at the suggestion of blowing a total stranger, because hello, have you met him? If he were still in bed, he'd throw a pillow at Tony. Instead, he just disappears to go grab the food. ]

[ There is a muffled noise from Tony as Steve leaves, something that can easily be mistaken for a laugh or a huff. Maybe that is all it is. The genius's face is buried against the mattress as Steve leaves and, as soon as he is gone, he pokes his head up.

There is something winding its way around Tony's lungs, something barbed and cold and--]

Fuck this.

[ Despite the low burning pain that snakes up his spine, Tony manages to drag himself out of the bed, shuffling his way into the washroom. He needs a shower. A hot shower. Something to take him out of his head for a little while, now that Steve isn't here to keep him grounded, to keep the mild panic and chaos of his mind from crashing in. He doesn't know why the easy banter hits him the way it does, why just the thought of Steve with someone else makes him want to curl up, but it does.

They aren't even-- they haven't--]

FRIDAY, make it just shy of scalding, thanks.

[ He steps into the spray, whimpering noise as the water hits his tired and sore muscles, lets his eyes close and tries to think about anything else other than Steve on his knees or the curl of warmth that settled in his gut when he woke up with the blond.]

[ All Steve does is take the food from the delivery girl and thank her politely, and then he heads back up with the bags of food. Maybe sneaks a strip or two of bacon in the elevator, because the food smells so goddamn good in the enclosed space and he's hungry.

But when he carries it all into the bedroom, Tony's gone, and the sound of running water at least makes it evident where he is, but-

He hadn't shown any desire to get out of bed before, and now he's suddenly in the shower. Steve frowns, sets the food down, heads into the bathroom and pokes his head in the shower with absolutely no regard for Tony's state of undress. ]

Tony? You okay?

[ Look, there has been a lot of shit that has been thrown at him in the last twelve hours and Tony has gone from wondering where the fuck he stood with Steve, to waking up with the guy after fucking amazing sex and now-- now he is trying to hold himself together while his brain runs circles around him.

He is a werewolf now, and that-- that weirdly enough is the thing he can deal with the easiest at this point. Because that he gets, knows that he can figure out the parameters of easily enough with everything and it's going to suck he knows that. Steve? Steve he has no fucking clue about. Sure they kind of talked about it, but Tony doesn't know how much of that is real and now much of that is Steve still out of it from being a wolf, doesn't know--

There is a strangled noise as Tony presses his forehead against the tile, eyes closing.

Of course, that is when Steve wanders in.

Tony yelps and nearly kills himself turning around.]

Fine! Shit, ow... wow. Fine. Just wanted to be clean. Food here?

Uh.

[ Steve just steps into the shower, doesn't care about the fact that he still has pants on. He's pretty sure that Tony is absolutely not fine right now, and that it has something to do with him - probably has everything to do with him. So instead of answering Tony, Steve wraps his arms around him, tugs him close and nuzzles his face into the side of his neck. ]

You want me to scrub your back?

[ Honestly? Tony just wants to curl up in a ball and freak out a bit about the state of his life and how he is going to turn into a wolf once or twice a month, and how Steve Rogers apparently likes him enough to sleep with him.

Or might have been under some weird wolf hormones and felt the need to sleep with him. And shit, that is the problem here isn't it? Tony doesn't know how much of it is real and how much of it is some weird leftover from the transformation and what kind of life does he live when werewolves are more believable than someone caring for him?

When Steve's arms go around him, there is a moment when Tony stiffens, not really knowing what the hell the blond is doing until--]

Uh... sure? I mean... food?

[ But it's hard when Steve is warmer than the water and there and, shit, real or not Tony wants this.]

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