Just like my story "Moments" this is all a little harmless enjoyment between Clint Barton, the rest of the Avengers, and the little wolf known as Arrow.

for those not acquainted with my stories, this is Arrow's SHIELD file, which can be found via tumblr. :

Name: Arrow

Species: Canis dirus (Dire wolf)

Description: Grey agouti thick coat, white underbelly, face framed in black edges. 70 inches in length, 45 inches in height, estimated weight is between 130-190lbs

Alternative Description: due to Tony Stark and Dr. Bruce Banner's creativity, the true form of Arrow is hardly seen. Instead, the wolf can normally be observed as a variety of breeds relative to his current size. Known holographic forms of Arrow are displayed in the following picture file: (see golden retriever, alaskan malamute, and belgian malanois)

Special Certifications: Arrow has been granted numerous certifications as a working animal in SHIELD. At one year of age, Arrow passed the bomb detecting classes and can be used to find incendiary devices. He also surpassed the other dogs in his class as a tracking animal, able to uncover a two-day scent of an assailant in Northern Mongolia. Besides these working certifications, Arrow has been trained as a personal assistance dog for Agent Barton. Reportedly deaf since 2005, though the actual date has been assumed much more recent than that, Arrow was re certified as a service animal for the deaf. Proficient at alerting his handler to alarms, phone calls, and navigating while deaf, Arrow's role as a service animal fluctuates with the increased efficiency at Agent Barton's hearing aids.

Arrow's Little Hits

Book 1 -The Dog Park-

Clint sighed as he stared at Arrow from across the dog park. Beside him, Tony was already laughing.

"I don't know how he does it to himself." Clint admitted as they walked over together. "He likes to climb, I get that, but if he gets stuck in this tree one more time...I'm going to saw the limbs off!"

Tony edged along beside him, his hands stuffed into his pockets as they went to free the trapped dire wolf pup. "Perhaps this is a desperate plea for your attention. Or an attempt at chest crushing suicide."

Clint gave Stark a sidelong look. "Oh please, I spend every moment of my life with him. Except that time when I woke up and found out you took him off to Tahiti or something in your jet."

"Bali. And we had a wonderful time without you." Stark corrected.

Clint reached out and un-wedged his limp pup from the Y of the tree. A well-meaning ring of dog owners had already approached in attempt to give aid.

"The poor thing!" a man exclaimed. "He's a little punk to get himself stuck that high. Hey, what kind of dog is — "

"Malamute!" — "Husky!"

Tony and Clint exchanged a private look at their mix-match of statements. Technically speaking, people in New York had an aversion to a wolf in their midst, let alone one whose parentage went back to Geri and Freki, the dire wolves of Odin Allfather.

The trio of dog park enthusiasts waited for the Avengers to come up with a better line. True to form, Tony was the one to speak first. "He's a rescue. Got him off the streets in Dutch Harbor a few weeks ago while my friend got off a fishing boat. We really don't know what he is."

Clint's head slowly turned toward Stark. It was official; he was blocking the Deadliest Catch-a-thon the minute they got back to the Tower.

One man, who decided to hand his three pound Pomeranian to another, came forward and tickled little Arrow's nose. "You know, it's just so great to see other men out here with their kids. They are just our entire lives, aren't they?"

Tony grinned. "You know, that's precisely what I tell Vlad, but he never listens."

"Vlad?" Clint whispered.

The friendly chatter from the dog owners was interrupted by the woman across the fence. She waved to get their attention, though it wasn't necessary. She had just rolled up in a fixed up black Corvette Stingray with carbon fiber hood and removable roof, black Recaro seats, complete Brembo Brakes setup, and a 7 Liter V8 turbo-charged engine that, when it roared and hissed, could stop men's hearts. The passenger door kicked open.

"Hi, fellas, Rhodes wants you. You lovers done walking the dog?"

"Rroo rroo roo." Arrow howled at the familiar Natasha Romanov.

Clint thanked his luck for her untimely arrival and scooped his dog into his arms. He waved a little goodbye to the dog walkers and jumped the fence with Tony behind him. It wasn't until they reached the car that Tony realized it was a two seater only, and Clint had already parked himself in the passenger seat.

"Have fun walking." Clint grinned.

"This is cruel and unusual." Tony said. "Not befitting of a true lover."

"You want my sneakers?"

"It's ten blocks to get home."

"Take a cab."

Tony looked over at Natasha. "I want this car."

In response to that, she leaned over and planted an intimate kiss against Clint's lips. She dropped her shades over her eyes. "Sorry Stark. Sometimes a girl's gotta keep her toys close."

The engine roared, the car leaped forward and left in a trail of dust towards the heart of the city. Tony watched until it disappeared around the first corner. He wondered whether they may change their mind and circle the block so Clint and he could double up in the front seat. Or Natasha would throw him in the trunk.

But they didn't come back. It wasn't really a surprise.

"Hey!" a dog park enthusiast called.

Tony turned a little, fiddling with his wristlet.

"Aren't you Tony Stark?"

"No."

Like a bullet from the sky, War Machine crashed to the sidewalk beside him. Half a second later, the Mach 50 Iron Man suit appeared with him. Tony smiled at the dog walkers as the suit clam shelled open and he was able to climb inside.

"Ok, maybe I lied."

will have more action-packed adventures to come, but for now, enjoy the shameless fun.