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Clearly displeased by the idea, Steve still gave a nod of his head in the end because what other choice did they actually have at the moment? The snow prevented Tony from wandering out in human form and there could be other dangers lurking around too. "Okay, we should probably go now." Completely no nonsense but he needed to focus his mind on the task at hand and away from the weakness still tugging at him.

"You can keep an eye on the skies and I'll have a lookout on the ground." Not bothering to wait for a reply, Steve made his way out of the cave and towards the many blankets of white.

What could hydra be up to? They needed to discover it quickly.

Each kiss and touch tempted him to stay put and forget all about duties and obligations but in the end he knew what he needed to do. They were all depending on him and he couldn't let them down.

Stealing his own last kiss, he finished up in the shower and turned off the water. "You're going to have to change if you're still coming with me," he remarked, reaching out to brush his fingers through Tony's hair.

His soulmate!

"You're very distracting," he muttered before climbing out of the shower with a shiver. He dried off quickly and tied the towel around his waist.

"Don't let T'Challa hear you calling it my territory," Sam replied dryly. "He'll toss both of us out and piss on the entire border just to prve a point." He didn't quite understand the animosity the panther felt towards him, but he knew he wouldn't tolerate any apparent attempts to claim his land.

"I don't know. I didn't have any idea till I changed, but-" Sam shook his head. "I don't know a damn thing about any of this." He bit back another apology; it wouldn't do any good.

"I bet you're just as hungry as I am," he teased Steve instead. "You got a bottomless pit for a stomach."

"I've heard that before," Tony called after him with an almost audible grin. Though it was only after the water was shut off that he seemed to realize that he was currently wearing a lot of completely waterlogged clothing. He stripped off without shame, leaving his wet things pooled in the bottom of the shower as he wandered over to grab a towel of his own.

"So are we going in style or what?" He asked as he padded through to his bedroom and disappeared into a far door. "You're the strategist, regale me with your plans. Do you have spare clothes? I might have something that will fit you."

With a gust of breath heavy enough to blow smoke, Tony slowly climbed to his feet. He took one moment to glance back at his pile of discarded armor, then quickly shoved it as far out of sight as possible. Nothing for it but to come back later, unfortunately. Strapping it to his back would just make things even more obvious.

That more or less accomplished, he ducked out of the cave to trail after Steve. It didn't take much to catch up with him, given four legs and a whole lot of extra height. He seemed placidly content to just keep pace with him at the moment, though those reptilian blue eyes were a lot more focused on Steve himself than anything else.

"And what exactly are we planning to do if we find something?"

"We'll take care of it," Steve responded, giving the dragon a significant look. Couldn't a dragon handle most things they might run into before they found safer ground? They needed to find such a place before nightfall. If they found a vehicle they could make it to the town easier. They really should have prepared better for being in the middle of no where.

"I'm more worried about the elements right now. It stormed harder overnight and we don't have any supplies that made it through the attack." Not any food or water.

He kept moving forward, limbs so heavy and tired. "Do you remember how far that town is? It has a base there."

Of course, Tony has heard it before and with a roll of his eyes he moved forward to walk into the same bedroom. Tony's bedroom. A thrill and surge of heat swept through him and knowing Tony would pick up on it only made it a more heady of a rush. Almost too much to handle, especially when he needed to focus and keep to the tasks at hand.

"I don't have any spare clothes," he admitted, looking dubious on Tony having anything to fit him. The serumed body had a very different appearance from his regular one. Previous more more like it. Sometimes his skin just felt wrong.

"We are going to meet everyone and see what kind of team we can form here. Then I'm going on that mission the Director has lined up for me."

The need to wait for another full moon meant so much time and what a mess his mind would be during it. Plus, he really worried about how the serum might adapt to the wolf aspects. What if it made everything volatile and he couldn't control it? What if he turned so animalistic? There were just so many concerns but he would need to deal with it one way or another.

Pushing out a breath, he tried to stop dwelling for the moment. When he left Sam's presence, the greater levels of freaking out could wash over him.

"Nearly always hungry," he agreed, deciding not to expand on what he meant. He stood up instead and went to the kitchenette area. "What are you hungry for?" he called out, digging around in cupboards and the fridge.

[ Giving a little nod of her head, she grabbed for the walkie to see if you could tap into any of the frequencies. But only static met her efforts, a groan of frustration leaving her lips. ]

I need to connect with the city of lights and see if I can work this out. Before it makes the alliances worse.

[ Looking towards the entrance, she nodded again. ]

I need a chip and that means letting myself get captured. I know they want me taken in at Arkadia.

You cannot allow yourself to get captured. [Part of Lexa wants to use herself as an excuse - what will happen to her while Clarke is off stomping around the woods like a three-year-old child who wants to be eaten by a bear, but it goes against her nature to use her own weaknesses like that, her own failure.]

Who have they given the chips too? [Chip is such a strange and cold word for something that is supposedly like the flame in her neck.]

Tony paused, mid-motion towards his closet. "You're going?" Somehow, he hadn't expected that. He wasn't sure what he had been expecting, but having Steve walk away so soon just felt...wrong.

But he forced himself back into movement. Pulling open the closet to peer into it critically. Okay, maybe he'd been overstating slightly when he'd said he could find something to fit.

"What's your feeling on sweatpants?" He called over without looking.

"I don't think me going into town right now is a great idea." Steve could probably go alone, though. Tony was a lot more prepared to just hunker down and wait it out on his own, even if he didn't love the idea of letting Steve wander off by himself.

Especially given the way he was looking now. Tony watched him for another moment or so, then stepped out in front of him and dropped down as low as he could get. "Hey. Want a lift?"

"How can I not go?" Steve asked, leaning against the door frame but keeping mindful of the towel even if Tony saw plenty in the shower. The shock from the other man flooded through his system and confused him. "Do you not want me to go?"

Moving further inside, his eyes peered into the closet. "Looks like sweatpants will be the only option here." Not the best first impression but hopefully no one would really notice and look at his clothes. There were so many things to take care of. "That will be fine. Thank you. I'm surprised you're not making the obvious joke."

Pausing in his trek, Steve gazed at the dragon silently for a moment. "I just need to get to the base to call for help. We can find you somewhere safe along the way and when help is coming you can shift back." Simpler than what would probably end up happening but he wanted to be optimistic. This also led on the assumption Tony would let him out of his sights for an extended period of time.

As for the lift, he considered it and almost shook in his head but in the end he accepted. "Just to be quicker. Not because I feel bad." With the serum in place, he should ever feel badly and it worried him more than he wanted to let onto. What did the water do to him? What did those odd hydra agents do to him?

[ She knew before she said anything, Lexa wouldn't care for the plan but they did not have other options at the moment. They were running out of time. ]

I know Raven has one. I know Jaha is controlling them somehow. It's hard to say who else might but I'm sure a lot.

[ Sighing, she put down the walkie talkie. ] They're going to pick another Commander, Lexa, they're going to claim you're dead. Pike has taken over and is murdering innocents. Whatever Jaha is doing he's controlling others. I don't know what to do!

There can be no commander without the flame. Which being that I am not dead is still in my possession.

[That didn't mean there wouldn't be a pretender - Lexa wasn't stupid. But all she needed to do was heal a little and she could fix anyone who tried. Dammit. Why had Titus done this now?!

Suddenly Lexa pales.]

The natblidas... Ontari... Even Aden may not best her. We both have to go back.

Tony nodded once, more to himself, and dug out the sweatpants to hand over. They were big on him, they'd probably fit Steve mostly decently. He busied himself for another moment in finding a shirt, then turned to find himself nearly nose to nose with his soulmate.

He was quiet for a moment, then quirked a small smile. "We're a team now, right? Seems counterproductive to send somebody off on their own right away." Which was a reason, if not the real reason. He just wanted, wanted to keep Steve as close as possible. Was that weird? Too much? He let out a long breath and glanced away.

"I mean. I'm not going to tell you not to. Just think you should have someone watching your back."

"Of course," Tony agreed dryly, but as long as it got Steve moving than he wasn't going to complain. He kept carefully still as Steve climbed on, then slowly got to his feet and flexed his wings as he adjusted to the new weight. He'd never had a passenger in this shape before. Here was hoping he didn't manage to drop him.

Once Steve was settled he took off walking again, at a much brisker pace now that he didn't have to worry about anyone else keeping up. "That seems reasonable," he said finally, eyes narrowing as he tried to make out where the base was. "I mean, Natasha's going to laugh at us forever for calling in backup, but I can probably live with that." As long as it got Steve out of the cold, anyway.

[ The legitimacy of the flame and its importance would dim in the light of someone new having power, especially with ice nation. She never trusted the group and knew the greater violence now in store. ]

We cannot go back until you're healed and not without a plan!

Typically, Steve never asked for help our backup, which would clue Natasha in to the seriousness of their situation. She might even have some insight with what hydra wanted because shield sure never explained anything they didn't have to. It frustrated Steve because how could they properly do their jobs without as much information as possible?

Settled into place, Steve tried to not move much and topple to the ground. "She'll laugh but the worry will overtake it. We'll need someone to get the suit as quickly as possible." Yes, he cared more about that then whatever happened to him. It just didn't concern him much because he always anticipated the serum could handle anything. Eventually, he would be fine.

When they reached the hideout area for Tony, Steve looked around for things to bundle him up in. "You'll have to shift back before our reinforcements come."

It all boiled down to Tony missing him if he went off for two months on his own for the undercover mission. A time or two he had already wondered why the Director wanted to separate him so soon after his discovery. A test? To see what he might be able to withstand?

"Thank you," he murmured as he took the pants and wiggled them on, sliding the towel off to fold it. But he kept a hold on it, not sure where Tony wanted it.

Silent for a moment, he offered, "Do you want to come with me? It'll be a long undercover mission. Probably not too exciting and without ....technology." They would be together, though, and could bond far easier. Along with doing the mission, of course.

It startled a huff of a laugh out of him, even as he reached a hand out to take the towel from Steve. "I'm not sure anyone on the planet would think I'm a good person to take on an undercover mission." He was a little recognizable, after all. But he busied himself with throwing the towel into the laundry as he thought it over.

He wasn't going to say that the idea wasn't tempting. Just him and Steve. And whatever the mission was, but that was nearly a secondary consideration. But. He owed to many things to too many people to be out of touch for that long. And that was even if he could actually manage to hold up the pretense. The last thing he wanted was to be a liability.

"We can talk to Fury about it," he said finally. "See what he thinks."

"You let me worry about that," Tony said as he hunkered back down to let Steve slide of his back. Really, it hadn't been that bad. Steve made a model passenger. Something to keep in mind, maybe. Now that his biggest secret was slightly less secretive. He dropped his head low, fixing those reptilian blue eyes on Steve.

"Sure you're up for this?" He was still moving slower than he usually did, and Tony did not like it. And getting Steve to actually admit that he was less than one hundred percent before he just keeled over was nigh-on impossible. It wasn't going to stop Tony from asking, but he also didn't really expect honesty.

"We can be okay here for just a little longer, I promise."

Did you not wish to leave me here only moments ago? [She points out, posture stiff even as she leans back on the dusty old bed.]

If they take my absence to be a sign of my death, they will call a conclave - or try. The natblidas will all die at Ontari's hand. We need them. I do not know where to find more. [There is Luna, of course, but Luna wouldn't cooperate; she had always been stubborn and set in whatever way she decided was best. Far more so than even Lexa who Clarke often seemed to view as unmovable. There would be some in the villages, too, hidden or just unknown. There would not be many.

More importantly, they would not be hers. Not children trained to become rulers, who knew the importance of justice and fairness and the cost of ruling.]

If the flame is one of these "chips" I do not think the two are the same. [Lexa adds, after a moment.] We take natblidas because the chip kills those it finds unworthy, those with red blood.

Given what he knew of Howard once upon a time, he could only imagine the notoriety his son managed to produce over the years. How would anything undercover work with such an image? Steve, on the other hand, knew how to blend in and not really have anyone look twice at him. His childhood trauma worked in his favor for one thing at least.

"Let's get going," he commented, waving off a hand towards the door. "Do you know the rest of the team well? I was briefed on them but not really given much information at all about them." The frown deepened on his face. "Hope everyone gets along."

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