“I had my the first of my rabies shots.” Steve doesn’t mean to be defensive, especially because he knows that rabies doesn’t present like this. He does try to relax, sitting back in Bucky’s couch. There’s a whole lot of comfort here and he sinks into that calming scent.

Blue eyes flick towards the kitchen. An unfamiliar laugh is coming from around the corner and he doesn’t like it. It’s the first real hint that something is wrong. He’s being far more possessive of Bucky than he ought to be and it makes his shoulders drop.

A sigh escapes Steve’s lips. “How are we supposed to track down a giant dog in Brooklyn?”

Leave it to Tony to make an appearance right there, causing Steve to tense again. “You know who I am, right?”