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And Tony shifted a little closer, ducking to just barely brush his mouth against Steve’s shoulder, the barest hint of a kiss. “I can stay,” he agreed softly. If nothing else in his stupid life, he could do that for his soulmate.

It took another second before he finally let go, stepping back. “That’s going to be a long discussion,” he said, trying for a laugh and not quite making it. “We can talk later, okay?”

Change?

[That pulled Tony’s attention away from where it had been very firmly fixed on his knife, head lifting to give Steve a confused look.]

What’s wrong with what I’ve got? [Besides the rips and occasional bloodstain, presumably.]

“No one,” Tony said in a soft rumble, and slowly lowered his head to rest on the arm he didn’t have curled around Steve’s waist. One glowing blue eye shifted to fix on him, though Tony’s head was still pointed towards the mouth of the cave. “No one alive. Just you.”

He hesitated for a moment, smoke curling out of his nostrils. “Howard never knew, as far as I know. My mother...” he trailed off. The side of his wide mouth twitched, into something that might have been an attempt at a smile. “Apparently being so endangered that you’re mythological is a good reason to hide. And for a long time it...didn’t matter. I couldn’t shift.”

Somehow he managed to keep from glancing towards his own chetst, at the circle of scarred and pitted scales.

"I heal faster than an ordinary human. I'm tougher, too. And I'm stronger and faster, although I'm not exactly in your league." And in all the time they'd spent working out and jogging together, Sam had been holding back to what a normal human could do, so nobody would suspect. "I can smell better."

"Nah, nobody else knows." Maybe Fury; he didn't know what SHIELD knew about him, but he'd always taken care to keep it secret. Sam gave Steve a small smile when he squeezed his hand. At least he wasn't pulling away from him. (Yet, anyway.)

You look like you've been sleeping outside for a week. Go on. I'll leave ya somethin' in the bedroom. When you get back everythin' should be done.

[ He made a shoo motion with his hand, hoping Bucky would come home in Tony's absence to be able to explain the circumstances. ]

Still feel like there's more ya gotta talk 'bout.

With a curt nod of his head, he started off in the direction of the underground tunnel of chambers. There were many purposes for them but he made sure to steer clear of the tombs and shrines areas.

The lower they descended, the harder it would be for mere mortals to breath. "You will not have to worry about anyone catching you unaware down here. Few travel this far down and it can be your own space."

He gestured his arm around. "There can be a chase set up if you desire it."

The abilities confession made a few more questions pop up and slam around his mind. "Wait, does that mean you've been holding back on me during our runs?" If so, he would be indignant to mingle in with the hurt he already felt for the hiding. Had Sam not trusted him with the truth?

Smell better? "How good with the smelling thing?" Probably far better than he could. "Fury probably knows because he tends to know most things."

"Trust me, you can still outrun me," Sam teased him. As a human, anyway; he could probably come a lot closer as a wolf. And it was irrelevant, anyway - unless the serum prevented it somehow, Steve would be a werewolf, too. Probably some kind of super-werewolf or something.

"Pretty decent." Sam shrugged. "It's, uh, heightened closer to the full moon. And obviously not as good as when I'm a wolf." He shifted awkwardly. He hadn't kept it a secret from Steve for any malicious reason, but because he just didn't know how he'd react, or if he'd even believe him. Of course, now he'd definitely been given enough proof.

"Thank you." Sam's smile was softer, more genuine. T'Challa didn't have to do all this for him, after all, not when there was no love lost between him and the wolves. It wasn't the same as being able to run outside, but it was far more than he'd expected the king to offer him.

He hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward to press his lips against T'Challa's. It was a hungry kiss, one that held more than a little bit of the instincts he tried to keep suppressed - but T'Challa had to know he'd dragged those instincts to the forefront with the teasing he'd done.

While he wanted to believe Tony, he had a feeling someone knew or would find out. Things were never smooth sailing for them, especially with something so explosive. Dragons were a potential game changer and did others exist? Tony couldn't be the only one.

Warmth spread through him as he settled more against Tony, letting some of the tension seep from him. Tony would be able to handle anything coming their way and no one would be able to move through the weather.

"When's the first time you shifted?" Quiet for a moment, he added, "I won't say anything - kinda glad you're mythical now. It was really cold." More psychological than physical but still.

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The feel of Tony's lips, coupled with his words meant everything. It was an acceptance he never really experienced before. Shoulders loosening up, he ducked his head just a little. "I would like that." But it raised one question. "Are you just staying in the bathroom or are you going to-" Awkward but he didn't have any way around it. He would never be smooth.

"As long as you talk to me." Adjusting the water, he turned the shower on and started by removing his shirt.

That did get an actual laugh out of him, even if it was more just a huff of breath. He found himself letting go almost reluctantly, though it did immediately earn him the view of miles of bare skin, so there was only so much complaining he could do.

"I can leave you to shower," he said with a quirk of a smile, already backing towards the door. They'd bared plenty already, actual nudity might have to wait. Unfortunately. "Come find me when you're ready. JARVIS can help you out."

[Tony gave him an utterly baffled look, but allowed himself to be chided up out of the chair and towards the bedroom -- Steve's?

It only occurred to him a moment later how exactly anything of Steve's was going to fit him, but if nothing else he'd learned the tone of voice Steve got when he was done being argued with. It oddly didn't sound much different on a much smaller frame.]

Like what?

Once it seemed like Steve was going to actually stay in place for a change, Tony unwound the arm he'd curled around him, though he dropped it down on the other side of Steve's body so that the man was tucked between his forearms. And pressed close enough that he could probably feel the low, considering rumble Tony gave in response to the question.

"Three or four, I think. I don't really remember it. Mom would take me flying sometimes." When they could get away from everyone, not a single prying eye. In retrospect, it seems obvious that Jarvis knew -- he'd always been there with him. But the man had been good at keeping his secrets.

"Glad I can be a useful space heater, though."

[ carefully focused eyes watched Lexa with an unwavering intensity that followed. She knew of the gist of what Lexa meant with connecting to the others via the flame but she still did not want to take any chances and have something go wrong. The weakness from the bullet wound made her less inclined to let Lexa attempt anything but they needed information and she couldn't very well head back to the camp to find answers. Pike would likely adore using her as an example or bait if given half the chance to.

Letting out a sigh, she worked on fortifying the room, talking in hushed whispers with Murphy. They planned for him to sneak out and find Octavia to gather news for them. Normally, she would have suggested Bellamy but she did not know where he currently stood with everything. The issues with Pike made her question everything she once knew about her group.

He left a little before Lexa pulled out of the trance like state and began to talk. The confirmation of both devices being AIs made everything else she feared click into place. Great. As if they didn't have enough issues already to contend with. ]

An AI stands for artificial intelligence. It's something based in technology but is human like. It blends the two things together. That's what makes it so dangerous.

[ There were more things to it but she didn't want to overwhelming Lexa with information, especially when details weren't too important. ]

If there is an uplink that means there is a way to shut it down. If that's true and it takes wills away - Jaha could form an army against us. We wouldn't be able to stop the inflicted without - [ She really didn't want to finish that sentence and before she even could a banging started and lots of yelling.

There were plenty who wanted to assume the commander throne and Clarke had to wonder if that was one of the sources to the conflicts she kept hearing. ]

We can't stay here. It isn't safe and I need to get to some computer.

[ Following after Tony, Steve pulled out a couple of Bucky's things for the other man to wear. It would have to do for now and they'd work something else out later. ]

Go shower and I'll finish up things. We can talk then 'bout where to go from here.

I wish I understood.

[ Although maybe he doesn't. Understanding might change things, might take away this impossible moment.

Cold like a corpse, he thinks to himself, with a pang. But it's better than the isolation he felt before, so much better.

Hesitantly, he raises his hand toward Steve, using the sound of his voice to touch fingertips to the man's face, finding first his chin and then moving to an unshaven jaw and cheek. There's so much warmth, and Matt can only imagine how unpleasant his skin must feel in return. ]

There weren't many moments T'challa found himself surprised, especially not with the heart shaped herb honing his abilities but Sam managed to find a way to completely unnverve him. A kiss. He never anticipated such a thing actually happening and with a wolf on top of that.

Holding up a hand to stop the others from grabbing and slamming Sam down to the ground, he kissed him back, roughly. He only pulled away when he needed to pull in some air, looking at Sam. "Brave or reckless, unsure which you are."

"Why not both?" Sam grinned at him, dazed from the kiss. The animal instincts inside him struggled to break free, his eyes yellowing slightly. The kiss wasn't enough, and it only made him want more. His gaze slid to the side and the Dora Milaje; he was pretty sure they wanted to eviscerate them for profaning their king with his touch.

"So, does your cock have spines on it, kitty?" he whispered in his ear, his voice edging closer to a low growl. "Cause I'd love to find out."

Definitely reckless.

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Uh. Sure.

[He shook his head a little, still feeling more than slightly bemused, but made his way towards the tiny bathroom without much more complaint.

He'd blame the concussion, but it wasn't until he was under the (sad) stream of water that it registered exactly who's clothing he was apparently going to be borrowing. And that was...something he was not equipped to deal with at the moment. Instead, he spent his time eyeballing the showerhead and wondering exactly how much of the plumbing he'd have to replace to make the thing not suck.

But there was only so long he could stand there, even if it did feel nice. He wrapped a towel around himself as best as he could and hoped Steve had vanished back into the kitchen as he eased himself towards the bedroom. He felt oddly self-conscious about every bruise and scrape and scar he was currently decorated with. He was a mess, clearly, and only most of it was recent.]

[ No such luck Tony but only because Steve wanted to make sure nothing happened. Concussions tended to complicate things and how could he explain someone unconscious in the shower? When Tony emerged, Steve had all sorts of things to say but it all fled his mind at the state of his skin. Oh.

Without thinking, Steve moved forward and pressed his fingers gently on the marks and bruises. This guy had a bigger story than he wanted to admit to looking like that. ]

Been in a lotta fights huh? [ Something Steve could relate to. ] You -- should probably get dressed.

[ Clearing his throat and with his heart pounding, he returned to the kitchen to dish up food for them. ]

[ It shouldn't have been possible but lucky for Matt, Steve happened to live on a foundation of the inconceivable. It brought them closer when it should have done anything but. Two soldiers attempting to find a light in the dark, one grasping for something and the other attempting to not let go. Poetic in its ultimate tragedy.

Staying still, Steve allowed for Matt to touch him. The chill while a little jarring did not bother him much at all. Probably less than it should have but he tried to keep an open mind. ]

This is incredible. [ Steve moved closer, seeing if he could feel even more. ] What does it feel like to you?

It made sense why Tony mourned the loss of his mother much deeper than that of his father. But Steve preferred to not think about Howard if he could help it because it hurt too much. The man became something darker than he ever anticipated and it seemed to have been partly his fault on top of that. Both because of the serum and from losing himself in the waves. Not that he would take any of it back or could when he knew the outcome. If he saved others, it didn't matter what happened to him.

"Is that why you built yourself a flying suit?" A light tease and not even a biting one for once. "Hey, can you breathe fire?" Okay, he might have a lot of questions. "Wonder if any of the team is hiding something like this." Were there other dragons around? It would be something to look into.

Really, he should have let Tony leave the bathroom in peace but there were too many emotions swirling inside of him and he felt nearly ready to crush under them all. Being with Tony somehow kept him together enough to deal with it or in the very least ignore it. He tended to do the latter but usually things were out of his control. Letting out a breath, he tried to keep his mout shut.

It didn't work.

"Can you just - stay in the bathroom and talk to me?" To prove to him despite the darkness in his mind he wasn't alone now. He had been rescued from the clutches of the in between and could breathe.

As Sam explained a few things, scenes from last night washed back over him and he could not help but to gasp. "You bit me," he accused with narrowed eyes and folded arms. "Wait, isn't that like contagious or something?" At least, in werewolf lore others were turned into werewolves by being bitten. Hold on. "Is - oh - will that -" He sputtered with the questioning, face turning paler by the minute. No, he could not become a wolf! The serum had to put a stop to it, right?

"Do you usually attack people, Sam?" He had disapproving face in place, folded arms tightening against his chest. "I - this can't be possible. How."

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