Bucky’s worry is detectable, which only leaves Steve even more on edge. He gets up quickly, the muscles he never had before rippling under the skin of his abdomen, biceps flexing as his fingers curl into fists. “Don’t think so. Pal,” Steve says gravely, feeling his jaw muscles clench.

“Told you. He’s a werewolf,” Tony replies easily, one hand in his pocket as he heads to the door. “Banner, we don’t need to issue a code Green. Pretty sure I can handle a supernatural doggy.” Tony also thinks he can handle his alcohol addiction too, so take that for what it is.

“I’m not— Even if what bit me did this I don’t think...” Steve looks uncomfortable and shifts to slink around the table and stand beside Bucky. He’s somewhat taller than before. Whatever’s happening to him seems to be speeding up.