"What did you do?" Tony asks in disbelief.
"What did I do? I did nothing, Stark." Clint says, puffing up his chest defiantly. "This was all him."
Tony stares at the Christmas colored werewolf in front of him, tangled in Christmas lights, his fur covered in flour and colorful icing, tail wagging vigorously.
"Really?" he says, doubting that even Steve could cause this much trouble. "You didn't have even the smallest part in this?"
"Well, maybe..." Clint mumbles. "He looked hungry. I didn't know Bruce was cooking in the kitchen. It wasBruce who chased Cap through the living-room... and the tree."
"Clint, you said you were good with dogs," Tony says. "I trusted you to handle this,"
"I said I'm 'good with dogs' as in I'm good with them. I like dogs."
Tony runs a hand over his face. He looks up at the sound of large paws padding across the floor.
Steve sits himself down in front of Tony, leaning his considerable weight against him.
"Given that this was all your fault, you can clean him up and all the mess he made," Tony says.
Clint pulls a face. "Ew, I'm not bathing your furry boyfriend, Stark,"
"Clint..."
The End
Notes: For the 2020 Captain America/Iron Man Holiday Exchange
Community Prompt: Christmas Capwolf.