Steve froze, ears following the whimpering from the alleyway next to him. It didn't sound human, but he had to check, just to be sure. He carefully made his way through the trash and dirt and approached the area. It didn't take him long to find a small, dirty little golden retriever. He cooed softly.

Crouching down, he carefully approached the dog. The dog growled in what was obviously meant to be a threatening way, but sounding pitiful, yet Steve froze anyway. He plopped down onto the dirty street, waiting patiently. After a few minutes of warily watching each other, the puppy's tail started to wag. Steve grinned, carefully holding his hand out. The puppy sniffed, then licked him.

Suddenly a lot happier, the puppy bounded towards him, covering his clothing in mud and dirt. "Aw, poor little guy. Are you out here alone?" he moved his hand around, "No collar? Well then, I think you need a home…don't worry. I can convince my boyfriend."

Steve pulled himself to his feet, puppy still in his arms.

He had a lot of work to do.

"Oh! No! Puppy! No! Come back!" Steve panicked, running after the soap covered dog. He slid across the tiles on the floor, just managing to wrap his hands around the puppy. He grumbled under his breath, holding the dripping puppy up in front of him.

The golden retriever's tail wagged and he reached forward to lick Steve across the face. Steve groaned. "You are so cute." He hugged the puppy tight to him.

"Captain Rogers, I believe that Mr. Stark will be home in five minutes."

Steve's eyes widened and he scrambled back to the bathroom to clean things up, including the puppy…and himself.

"You're joking, right?"

"Tony! Look at how adorable he is!"

"Should I be jealous?"

"Tony! Just watch him for a second! You'll see."

Tony watched the tiny, fluffy golden thing go running so fast that it flipped over itself and face planted. He frowned as Natasha cooed and Clint laughed.

"Oh yes. It's stupidity is adorable." He stated dryly. Steve frowned and Tony looked away. Steve moved to his other side, so he got the full on pout and eyes. He groaned. "Come on! Why do you want a dog?" he questioned. Steve looked down.

"Well…as a kid I couldn't have a dog because of the asthma. I always wanted one, but I could never have one…" Tony groaned. Crap. He dropped his head on his fist, sighing.

"If that thing pees in my house I'll kill it." Steve threw his arms around Tony.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" he chanted.

"Whipped." Clint coughed from across the table, not to subtly. He grinned at the glare Tony threw at him.

"What are you going to name it?" Natasha chimed in. Steve brightened. Tony glanced at the animal, raising a critical eyebrow.

"Name it Thor. It looks like him." Tony decided. Steve gave him a look, but he rolled his eyes, "What? I called Thor a golden retriever before this point!" he pointed out. Steve shook his head.

"I want it to be named something…patriotic…heroic." Steve decided.

"How shocking." Clint snorted, and Natasha punched his shoulder. Steve rolled his eyes.

"Liberty? Justice? America?" Tony guessed, smirking. Steve ignored his sarcasm, shaking his head. Tony jumped, sliding the chair back and away from the fluff ball that was chewing on his shoe laces. "Christ! Get off! God!" Clint laughed at him. Tony stood, jumping away from the playful golden retriever, but to no avail.

"Stop that!" Steve commanded, "Coulson!"

The puppy spun around, wagging it's tail at him. Barking happily, it ran to Steve as he crouched down to pick him up.

"Coulson." Natasha repeated softly. Clint just grinned at Steve.

"It fits. Coulson didn't like Tony either." He declared. Tony scowled, spinning on his heel and heading to his lab. The puppy barked once, squirming until Steve put him down, then trotted away after him.

"Oh…poor Tony." Clint snickered, making it known that he did not feel bad for Tony at all.

"Sir…he has been waiting for you to allow him in for a half an hour…." Jarvis murmured. Tony scowled, continuing his work on the Iron Man update.

"No idea what you're talking about Jarvis." He declared. After a few more peaceful minutes, Jarvis spoke again.

"Sir…he is whimpering….it's so pitiful, don't you think-"

"No Jarvis. I am not letting him in. Do not let him in!" Tony warned, waving a screwdriver in the general direction of the ceiling.

Of course, since his A.I. was a jerk.

"Bark! Bark!"

"Jarvis!" Tony objected. Without a doubt, the A.I. would be smirking at him if he had a face.

"He used Agent Coulson's old access codes sir." The A.I. said instead. With a mighty leap, the puppy jumped onto Tony's lap, before leaning up and swiping his tongue all over his face.

"Arg!" Tony jumped up, holding the dog at arm's length. "What the hell…" Tony groaned, glaring at the big blue eyes. "I'm telling you, you should have been named Thor. You have his hair and his eyes." Tony narrowed his eyes at the dog, tilting his head. The puppy copied his movement. "Huh…I wonder….I mean….Loki had Sleipnir….nah." Tony shook his head. Dropping the dog to the ground, he sat back down.

Only for the puppy to jump right back up onto his lap. He groaned.

"Coulson! Get off my lap!" he paused, before snickering. He pictured the stoic agent plopped in his lap like the puppy currently was. "Yeah, no." he shook his head, pushing the dog to the floor again.

After a few minutes of working on his update, a loud crash came from the opposite side of the lab. He groaned, dropping his head into his hands.

"Jarvis…I'm going to kill it."

"I have been directed by Captain Rogers to alert him if you take any measures to attempt that."

"Of course. Then I suggest you tell him to come get his mutt."

"He is on his way sir.

R & R. Aww. What a cute prompt fill. More fun to come.