Fenris retreats back to a dank hole and tries not to think about the awakening that he can feel on the edges of his consciousness. He hadn't been sure it would take, sometimes the effect of his blood can kill a mortal if their body isn't strong enough to withstand it and that human hadn't looked particularly hale. But apparently his spirit is more than strong enough, because Fenris can feel the changes beginning, feel the rise of a kindred spirit.

Poor human, he has no idea what the next few weeks have in store for him.

Bucky is still up when Steve makes it to his door in the early hours of the morning. He doesn't sleep much, and a nightmare that woke him a couple of hours before had put paid to the idea of any more sleep tonight. It was a blessing to have a distraction, it saved him from running yet another pointless sweep of his perimeter, though confusion turned immediately to concern when he opened the door and saw who it was.

"Steve? What the hell are you doing here? Jesus, you look like-- is that blood on your clothes?"

This is bad. Really bad.

"Who have you been fighting this time?"