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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. ]
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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At the noise though, Tony smiles, something warm and pleased curling in his gut. Though he shivers a little when the water is turned off, even if he is still warm pressed against the super soldier.]
Uh huh, you know that I ruin labs without the whole fur and four legs thing right? Also, does that mean you wanted to rip my throat out? Because I feel like I should be more upset about that right now.
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[ He still feels guilty about it - will probably always feel guilty about it, no matter how much good has come of it.]
But you saw me the rest of the night, too. It's not a totally tame thing - there's always instinct - but you know you're the wolf.
[ He pauses, and then adds: ] Maybe not so much the first time.
/hisses at you
[ He doesn't think about the endearment, just worms his way closer against Steve despite how impossible it might seem. There is totally something wrong with his back, though it doesn't hurt, just-- felt weird.
Whatever, there would be time to think about that later. Now--]
So I am going to want to cuddle a lot? Or will I want to like... chase my robots around? Or will I just try chasing you around?
[ These are the important questions, okay.] And what do you mean, the first time?
MOST INNOCENT LOOK
-You know, the first time you change. Tomorrow night. I didn't really remember much the first time I changed, I just sorta...came back to myself in the morning, naked in a forest in Germany. Not really my finest moment.
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[ because let's be real here, there is a good chance Tony will want to chase cars. Or planes. Or something else shiny and fast. Because that was Tony. ]
And I told you, there are deer, and no, none of them are tame. [ There is a pause where Tony hums, pulls back enough to kiss Steve lightly at the corner of his mouth.] You'll never tell anyone if I do something truly horrible, will you?
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Tony, everything will be fine. We're gonna be in the middle of the woods. No cars, nothing horrible to do. You'll be okay, I'll make sure of it.
[ He pulls away from the wall, licks a stripe up Tony's neck as he chases a drop of water, then slowly stands up, his arms still wrapped around the other man. ]
C'mon, let's go hang out in bed. I'm starting to get cold.
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[ Of course you have to go and distract him with that. Fuck. Tony shivers, head tilting back with a low noise as Steve's tongue moves across his skin. ]
Mmm, yes, bed sounds like a great plan. Wonderful even....
[ Tony is almost surprised by how easily Steve gets up, even while holding him. Almost, but he's too busy burying his face into Steve's skin to care. Goddamnit, is it going to be like this every time there is a full moon? Tony just wanting to crawl into Steve, get under his skin, and stay there?]
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[ And it's said with a wry, self-deprecating tone as Steve rolls his eyes. He finally pulls out of Tony as he settles both of them down on the bed, cranes his neck to look at his back, and- ]
Huh.
[ He runs his fingertips over the smooth, unmarked skin. ] That's different.
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[ He doesn't manage to sound put off by the idea at all though because, damn, the bed is comfy and warm and--
There is a low noise as Steve pulls out and, oh, he didn't even--]
Huh?
[ Tony tilts his head, trying to look at what Steve sees but not quite making it. He settles for being obnoxious and needy, tugging Steve close again. ]
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Your back's healed. I thought- I thought it was just the serum with me, but maybe it's a werewolf thing, too. [ Which makes sense, what with the whole recovering from a ripped out throat thing and all, but Steve had thought maybe that was a one-time thing. Apparently it's not. ] You were bleeding, right? I thought I saw blood on the tiles- [ And he sounds guilty at that. He should have more control over himself, he knows. ]
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[ It is the best he can muster right now, because he is perfectly content as is and insulting you really does not take precedence okay. Though he manages to sound at least aware of what you are saying. And somewhat smug about it too.]
Mmm, no pretty sure I was. And don't give me that, I fucking loved it. If the healing thing is mine now, you know I am going to push you to fucking me in ways that will probably not be okay with a regular human.
[ He hums, presses a kiss to Steve's temple.]A little tile in the skin means nothing for sex that great.
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[ He looks a little horrified at the thought. And, to be fair, he probably could if he tried. Tony might be a masochist, but Steve is a giant marshmallow who can't handle the thought of hurting people he cares about, accelerated healing or no. ]
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And then laugh. A lot. Like, tears in his eyes, curling into him laughter because-- what.]
Oh my-- that-- Steve. Steve that isn't--
[ Fuck, he likes a little pain, but not that much.]
That's not what I meant, I just meant more rough sex like that, with your strength less tempered you idiot.
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I want you to do tests first, okay?
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Uh huh, will they involve your teeth or something less fun?
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I'm not going to be a cannibal, okay? [ Yes, he knows that he wouldn't be eating Tony, it's a joke. Mostly. Okay, it's one of those things that makes more sense in Steve's head than it does out loud. ]
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[ He isn't laughing at you, honestly. Just.. okay maybe a little bit.]
Mmm, I thought we were werewolves, not zombies.
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[ He laughs quietly at the thought, although remembering the blind panic he'd been in is less than fun. ]
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[ No really, this is a good question. Tony is going to have to look into this. Because, important things right now okay. Well, not right now, because he is still way too comfy curled against Steve. Fuck, this was kind of ridiculous, but also... nice?]
This sounds like an experiment. Maybe.
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[ Now he's just kind of rambling about nothing while he enjoys being here in bed with Tony. Steve doesn't even know that much about zombies, but whatever, it's something to talk about. ]
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[ Because, uh, this is the important thing right now okay. Tony shifts and moves enough to basically drape over Steve now, face mashed into his shoulder.]
'm also weirdly tactile right now. Like, yeah great sex is great but... [ He shimmies a little then stops, feeling the familiar warmth of arousal flaring to life at the movement and, uh, body what?]
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Mmmhm.
[ He's just sort of vaguely agreeing with Tony, lifting a hand to run it down his back. He knows exactly what Tony means by feeling tactile; Steve just wants to cuddle. ]
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He hums though, low and pleased, as the hand makes its way up and down his back. That-- yeah, that feels nice. He nuzzles against Steve and lets his eyes close.]
Y'know for being made of muscle, yer comfy.
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Thank you, I think?
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Content.]
Look, its a compliment. I don't sleep on most people okay.