It had taken some getting used to. Three nights every month he turned four footed and furry. He could also shift when he needed to but Steve tried to keep those changes to a minimum since it made it less likely that someone would realize what he was. It was strange to think about. Werewolves were something that were supposed to be in books not fighting in a war. But at least the serum had worked and Steve was grateful that he had survived and was healthy. It was a fair trade for that gift.

Then that surprise was followed by another. By accident he'd met with a vampire in the middle of the woods... one that had set the wolf in the back of his mind playing like a pup, whining something that Steve translated as 'This one'.

So... he'd done what those wolfish instincts told him. He followed Tony. Not because Steve didn't trust him or he thought he was going to kill some innocent person. It was that instinct that Steve couldn't ignore that pushed him to follow.

He kept to the shadows, following not as silently as he could, but quiet enough that most beings wouldn't notice him. He figured that trying to hide from Tony could result in Tony trying to put some kind of silver weapon in him. "You didn't say I could walk with you."

Despite not meaning to eavesdrop, he could hear the bat and Tony's reassurances. "That's not a nice thing to say to him. I'm not going to eat him because I don't eat friends not because he's little."