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She'd only been taking a nap on Steve's bed, perfectly innocent, nothing to it. At least until she woke up with a yelp. A literal yelp, since she'd somehow shifted in her sleep. Nowhere near full moon. Positive side effect - she still knew who and what she was. Letting out a bark, she snuffled around in his bedding, burying her face under his pillows, tail thumping as it wagged back and forth in glee.

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The vampires legs buckle from under him. His shield ready, Stevie looks around the mysterious lab he landed in. 'Fuck hydra' he thought bitterly as he stands up ready to attack anything that comes at him.

Steve was walking carefully through the abandoned HYDRA base as he looked around. When Tony got the coordinates for the place he took his shield and headed on out. He was just about to radio in and tell Tony nothing was here when suddenly there was an explosion. Steve flew back and fell on his back. He shook his head as he looked up and saw a man walking towards him.

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Steve keeps to himself, his rut hitting him square in the chest yesterday after. Who knew vampires even get them. Yet here he was, muscles twitching a need for skin, for sex coiling in his mind. He sits in bed reading his pillows. A scent hits his nose,

"Steve?" Darcy banged on his door with a fist urgently, sending a dirty look at Tony and Natasha who were both milling around. She could smell it too, but like hell she was going to let the freaking Alpha’s take advantage of him. "Come on deadhead, let me in."

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Color || Closed

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Natalia felt the need to run away ever since the last mission, when something snapped in her head as she put the barrel of a gun to the head of a six years old girl. It wasn't right even in the mind of a brain-washed assassin, but an order was an order and she knew the punishement will be terrible either way because she hesistated. And it meant she was useless.

The woman put a hood over her head as she walked down the street towards an abandoned building. It wasn't much but she could at least have somewhere to sleep without being drenched in the rain that kept pouring for two days now. 

She thought she was safe until she hear light sounds of footsteps somewhere in the corridor. The Russia quickly got to her feet and not having any other choice, took out her throwing knife and waited for her attacke to come into view. When he did she instantly recognized the man from one of the many files in The Red Room base. She glared at the tall and muscular blond "What do you want ?"

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"They’re evil. And alive, lights shouldn’t be this hard. But they are.. Help?" He bashfully asks, hands wiggling

"They are not alive", Darcy rolled her eyes, amused beyond belief. "They're a string of plastic and wire. Do we need to keep this info secret, or the next time you go against Loki or AIM or something they'll just laso ou with Christmas lights? That'd be embarrassing way out for Captain America." She'd found one end of the lights as she spoke and slowly started to thread it around to free him.

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"You really wanna know how I got Turn and ended up in this mess, don'tcha?" He grins as Christmas lights are wrapping around his arms and chest

"Uh, gotta say yeah, little curious", she laughed, hand over her mouth. "I mean", she dropped it and stepped closer, picking at the piece rapped around his chest, "I never got how people have so much chaos with these things."

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Yipping Steve rolls onto his back, “Darcy! Please tell me you can understand what I’m saying. Please..” 

"What the actual fuck?" She breathed, hands automatically going to tangle in the fur of his belly. Outwardly all she heard was the yips and snuffles he made, but she couldn't stop her head tilting, something very close to meaning colliding with the sounds in her head.

"Ok, Steve, ok, um...are you ok? Do you know how this happened?" As she asked, her fingers were scratching idly at his soft belly.

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Steve paced claws clicking on the tiled floor, he had followed Darcy's scent till he came to a closed door. Whining pathetically and as loud as he could, Steve pawed at the door. Tag and ears hanging low.

Darcy’s head shot up in confusion at the sound coming from the other side of the door. If she didn’t know better she’d say it was a dog, but there was no way Tony would let one just wander around his tower.

Pulling open the door she stared for a second at the white wolf, blanking completely on what to do, or think. Taking a breath, she blanched and dropped to her knees. “Steve?!”