Tony being a dragon really didn't make sense because how could it? People shouldn't be able to turn into mythical creatures at will and like nothing out of the ordinary. Dragons were supposed to be confined to story books or fantasies of knights and camelot. Okay, so he read a lot of fantasy as a kid to try and escape the horror around him but the dragon never one in all the stories saved anyone. Then again, he sure wasn't a knight.

Moving back to take in more of Tony, the pain in his body nearly crumbled him but he managed to keep steady. "I'm fine. Thanks for the assist." Clearly, he'd freak out later when his mind sharpened out of the fog. "They'll try to find us after the storm dies down. We need to plan before then."

Ignoring any aches and pain, Steve forced himself up. He still felt cold but refused to focus on that either. "Can you - shift back?" A conscious Steve never accepted help easily.