A/N:Hello Readers! First of all, thanks for checking out the story. The fact that you're taking the time to read it means sooo much to me. I'll try to update frequently, typically once a week, every 2 weeks the maximum.

Second, Please please please always consider adoption when you're debating on getting a pet. And always do your research to make sure the pet fits into your lifestyle. :)

And one more tiny little thing:

Please Review, I tend to thrive off of feedback. It's like a 5 hour energy, my version of Red Bull...not even kidding.

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Prologue

"A dog!? You brought home, a dog!?" Tony kept his eyes wide, pointing to the thing currently gnawing on a bone.

Pepper waves her hands, "Oh! Come on Tony, lighten up!"

He tugs on his cheeks while Clint kneels down to the level of the 'Golden Labrador.' He smirks, "Oh this thing is going to have a sweet home. What you name it Pep?"

She opens her mouth to talk before Tony cuts her off, "No. No. No. She didn't name it, because then you start getting, attached, to it. We're giving it back to wherever you got it."

She throws her hands over her hips, orange hair swaying with her movement, "I can't do that Tony! Look at him! The shelter was ready to put him down!"

Clint rubs the head of the friendly animal, eyes wide when he hears her comment, "Don't worry Pepper, I like him."

Potts shifts her focus, "Looks like you're outnumbered."

He sighs, "Look, he's very cute, but I don't have space for a dog! And what happens when he starts chewing on my equipment?!"

"He's not going to chew your equipment. He's a good boy! Look at him!"

Barton is on his knees, rubbing the belly of the black mutt before he starts to rough around. The dog barks, tongue hanging out as he shakes ruthlessly at one of his tug toys.

Tony holds his head, mumbling under his breath, "I don't believe this. You got him toys too? You never get me anything!"

The demigod approaches the living room with caution, eyes focused on the 'beast', "Lady Potts! What have you permitted to enter into our sanctuary!"

Stark reaches for his liquor, "Yeah, you tell her Thor."

The demigod smiles, "It is rather adorable. May we keep the domesticated beast of midgard, Master of Metal?"

The billionaire freezes, eyes wide in shock as he tries to persuade his friend otherwise;

"We can't keep it, do you have 'domesticated pets' in Asgard?"

Thor shakes his head, "We do not."

"There you go."

"But I would enjoy having one if father would permit."

He sighs, she chimes in, "Three against one Tony!"

He shrugs, "I got news for you, if Bruce says 'no' that thing is out of here."

Pepper bites her lip, spotting the red-haired assassin as she pins herself to the wall. She pants out of fear as the dog goes charging after her. She breathes heavy, eyes wide;

"What is that thing! And why is it on me!"

Barton laughs, whistling to get his attention, "Don't be stupid, it's a dog Nat. Pep says we're keeping him."

Tony opens his mouth, cut off by Natasha who leans forward, "That's not a dog! That's a Jaguar!"

He chuckles, "Will you relax! What? You think it's going to eat you?"

She wrinkles her face, "He's cute, but why do we have to own it?!"

Stark smirks, nudging his CEO, "My sentiments exactly."

Steve Rogers enters with a puss on his face, already angered from who knows what;

"Stark! You mind explaining to me what sort of a joke you tried to pull up there?"

He snickers, "Why? You didn't laugh?"

Steve sighs, tugging on the bottom of his t-shirt;

"No, I didn't think it was funny at all."

Clint balances a ball on the edge of the nose of the animal, pointing to it as he addresses Steve, "Is this?"

Natasha crosses her arms, "No! It's not! He's too big and goofy! Hey, like you Clint. That's why you get along so well."

Barton smiles, tossing the ball across the floor, "You think he likes me?"

The dog looses interest, sniffing the newest addition. Steve glances down at his feet, stroking over his head, "When did we get a dog?"

Pepper smiles, "Today. You like him Steve?"

He smirks, "I do. What is he?"

"Part golden retriever and part Labrador."

Natasha pulls on her cheeks, plopping on the coach as she whines, "Why does he have to be so big..."

Clint smirks, parking on the opposite end of the sofa, "Come on Nat, you love him."

Rogers stands back upright, "I like him. What's his name?"

She shrugs, "Don't know yet. I figured I's let you guys decide."

Natasha chuckles, "I vote 'Jaguar'."

Clint chimes in, "We should name it 'Clinton'."

Bruce Banner enters the room, slipping a pair of glasses in his front pocket as the dog goes running up to him. Bruce has a smirk over his face, kneeling to his level immidiatly. He runs a gentle hand over his back, scratching behind his ears.

Tony whines, "Oh, no! Come on Brucey! Isn't he going to be a problem for you?"

The doctor shrugs, "We're keeping him?"

Pepper smiles, "Can we?"

Barton looks over his shoulder, pleading, "Come on Doc, you love dogs."

He smiles, "I do actually. Had one in Colombia." The half-lab jumps up to lick his cheek, as he rubs over his neck.

Stark shakes his head, mumbling under his breath, "You've got to be kidding. What if he starts barking or growling? He'll startle you, you'll freak out, and then what?!"

His friend gives him a sarcastic look, still sitting on his heels, "That's not going to happen, trust me."

Pepper rubs it into her boss's face when she questions the physicist, "Aww, Doc he likes you. You miss your dog?"

He smirks watching his tail wag, "Yes. He was good company."

The archer chimes in, "Probably a good form of therapy too..."

Natasha throws her head back on the coach finishing his sentence, "...And we all know Bruce needs therapy. Just make sure the hulk doesn't crush the animal."

He narrows his focus, "Thanks for your confidence in me Miss Romanoff."

She smirks, "I've said worse."

Pepper tilts her head back at Tony, "You're officially outnumbered."

Clint points his thumb to the door, "Let us keep the dog, or we'll throw Stark out the door."

"Well...I think it's a good idea- Keeping the dog! Not throwing Tony out the door. Although..." Steve crosses his arms, smirking as he lowers his head for politeness."

Tony widens his stare as he gives in, "Fine! We'll keep the 'domesticated beast of Midgard'. Just don't let it near my robots, those things are still my first love."

Thor smiles watching Pepper clap her hands as she plants a kiss on the iron man, "Thanks Tony!"

He narrows his focus, "Don't push it Potts!"