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Robin stares, mouth hanging open, her heart pounding in her chest, because HOLY FUCKING SHIT–
She shakes her head taking a step back, eyes flitting around the room, looking for Steve, trying desperately to hang on to the hope that this is a prank. That she’s just…lost her mind maybe. That wouldn’t be too surprising, honestly, considering all the woo-woo shit she’s experienced the last few years. Which, okay, is maybe a tally in the this is probably actually happening column because it’s not exactly the craziest thing she’s ever seen. Which is so fucked up in itself and– Right. Not important right now. Steve is important right now. And… not freaking out. That would probably be good. Because if this is real. If this isn’t her brain finally crumbling in on itself from too many unbelievable things happening in too short a time, then Steve needs her. She takes a deep breath, closing her eyes tight and letting the breath out slowly before opening them again and really looking at what’s in front of her. Because right there in the living room, right where Steve was standing just a few minutes ago, stripping down and making her shriek about boundaries , because she really, really didn’t need to see that, is a wolf. A huge, beautiful, fluffy wolf, staring at her with a tilted head and eyes that are way too familiar.
Robin steps forward, kneeling down so she’s eye level with the wolf, her voice shaky and unsure. “ Steve?”