This was turning out not to be Tony's night. He had been out, exploring again, trying to get his bearings in his new home, when he had been sidetracked by a rather unsavory sort.
He had tried to fight back but the other man was too strong for him and Tony wasn't exactly a weakling himself. The doctor had attempted to throw the thing off but with no success. He was pinned to the side of a brick building and in the moonlight he could make out what looked like... fangs.
"LET ME GO!" he roared, kicking at the other man's legs. He didn't care if this was a mass delusion- he wasn't getting bit by ANYONE or ANYTHING.