NOTE: In this verse, Avengers and Shield are separate entities.

The Avengers: Tony (Iron man), Steve (Cap), Bruce (Hulk), Thor, Sam (Falcon), Bucky (Winter Soldier)

Shield: Fury, Coulson, Natasha, Clint

Fury is still director and Coulson is his right hand man. Coulson requited Clint against the will of just about everyone, because he saw potential. An action Clint would repeat with Nat. The two of them have a reputation for being unpredictable, insubordinate, and dangerous but they get the job done. They also don't work well with teams. Leaving them the only two people tact team at shield.

Tony was Iron man first and when Shield (Coulson) approached him, Nat having been spying on him, he told them basically to fuck off. He didn't trust shady government types. Fury figuring the man would come around if needed, backed off.

When Thor fell to earth, Jane called Bruce, who she need from certain scientific circles. Bruce then called Tony, who like Jane he knew as a scientist. Tony didn't know about the Hulk. Thought New Mexico played out most the same, Tony's people got to the hammer before Shield and managed to keep it safe until Thor could use it.

During the events of Thor, Clint was sent to keep on eye on things and call back if Shield needed to interfere. He found no reason to call in his bosses ( a call that got him in just a little bit of trouble).

After New Mexico, Thor went home and Bruce moved in with Tony, who he finally told about the Hulk, which Tony found awesome as hell.

Tony was the one to find Steve. He had been searching for the Steve's body and the plane. When he found Steve, he called in the best doctors he could and forced them to sign confidentiality agreements. He had been planning on thawing him and having him buried with his family. But when he turned out to still be alive he took him in and helped him adjust.

Natasha still went in to investigate Stark and found him unfit for shield. Though she did mention the Coulson that the man had potential and that he would no doubt help if the call ever came.

During the events of the Avengers, Tony owned the Helicarrier that Loki attacks. The people on board were all Starks. Including Steve and Bruce. Thor went to Tony to help when Loki attacked.

However Shield still had the tesseract, (Yes I know it was found with Steve. So I'm going with a shield spy stole it while Tony was freaking out of a not so dead Cap.) Leading to Clint getting brainwashed by Loki and leading the attack against The avengers. Nat had snuck onto the ship under Fury's orders in case there was anything she could do to help or stop the threat. She ended up saving Clint and getting them both off the ship (is it a ship if it flies?) before Tony's people could get a hold of him.

Tony's people had seen an Archer attacking them but never found any footage of him or his body. Leaving him as an unknown in their files.

Steve met Sam while out running and visited the VA in Washington a few times while Tony was fighting against the government for control over Iron man and for Steve to remain free and out of government hands. They became friends and teammates during the Winter Soldier thing. Which instead of attacking Fury, Bucky was sent after Steve, Hydra seeing him as a threat.

Tony, Sam, Bruce, and Steve saved Bucky and brought him in. Steve telling Tony about his parents while Bucky was still in holding and being checked out. Tony was angry but saw the footage and while he understands it wasn't really Bucky, he still has a head time being around him. Thought he continues to offer his support and keeps the governments and such away.

Other notes of importance or amusement.

Coulson and Pepper hit it off when they met and remained friends.

Fury still hacked into Iron man's suit when the council sent the bomb. Giving Tony a heads up.

AnAccidental Call

Chapter one:

Clint's pov

He was so fucking tired. No that wasn't right he was exhausted.

A week long mission with Nat turned in to two and the last three days of it were full shooting, screaming (not him), and running (totally him ).

Then a 10 hour flight home were he should have been able to sleep but noooo Coulson wanted to debrief then and there.

So he had sat across from his handler slumped over in his chair rambling about their mission. He could tell the other man was regretting not waiting by the frown and heavy sighing he heard from time to time. Natasha of course still looked and acted perfectly awake but only adding in details when he tired brain forgot something. Sometime he really hated his best friend.

When the plane landed he barely mumbled a goodbye before hoping in one of the black suvs and instructing the poor young agent to drive his ass home.

And finally he was home. He slammed his front door shut and kicked off his shoes. Missing Lucky's usually greetings, he made a mental note to go pick up the hairball tomorrow morning from Kates. Throwing his jacket over his couch he made his way into the kitchen. He didn't bother with anything in the fridge, nothing in there would still be good. But he found a box of pop tarts in one of his nearly empty cabinets, making another mental note to go shopping soon, he put the poptarts in the toaster.

As he waited for them to finish he stripped off his pants and shirt, tossing them over the counter. Maybe he would laundry tomorrow too. Standing in just his boxers and a tank top, he debated going to find a pair of sleep pants. But the toaster beeped and he figured fuck it,

He grabbed one of sugary treats, "Fuck!" He cursed as it burnt his fingers.

"Hot hot hot."

He quickly looked around trying to find a plate but before he could the pop tart fell from his grasp and on to the floor.

"Aww pop tart nooo." He whined and looked at the second still safe in the toaster. Playing it smarter this time, he took a paper towel and wrapped it around the pop tart before removing it from the toaster.

He sighed happily as he munched on it and walked into his room.

Once it was gone he throw the paper towel on his night stand and fell back in bed. He didn't even bother crawling under the comforter before passing out.

The blaring off some atrocious music woke him up a short time later. Silently cursing Nat for fucking with his phone again, he rolled over and patted down his bed until he found the damn thing.

He didn't look to see who was calling. Only a handful of people had his number and less who would call him in the middle of the night. Assuming it was Nat, He grumpily answered.

"What?"

"I got a dog!" A panic voice shouted at him.

"Okay?" He replied slightly confused. This sure as hell wasn't Nat hell it wasn't even female. He sighed and tried to think of what moronic person he knew who not only had his number but would call freaking out about getting a dog.

"What do I do?" The voice asked loudly, and now that he was a little more awake he was sure he didn't know the man's voice

Confused he shifted so he could look at his phones screen. He cursed at the brightness as he read, Unknown number.

"Don't fall asleep on me Wilson. What the hell do I do?" The man growled and Clint bit back a chuckle. Poor guy seemed desperate.

"Feed it?" He replied. Not unhappy to try and help, even if his help was sarcastic.

"No shit." The man replied surprisingly not sounding offended.

Clint chuckled.

"Give it a place to sleep and go to bed? Cause dude it's 3am." He said rolling back on to his side and pulling his blanket up over him. He kept one hand out of the welcoming warmth to hold the phone. But closed his eyes and relaxed.

He heard the stranger sigh, "I did. But it just keep sitting on my floor whining at me." Clint snorted.

"Pick him up and pet him. Dumbass." He mumbled as he started to drift off.

"I don't want to hurt him." He heard the man mumble sounding frightened.

He sighed, "You won't."

At least he was pretty sure the man wouldn't the poor guy seemed way to freaked out and worried to be someone who could hurt an animal.

"But—"

"Night." Clint cut him off and hung up, tossing his phone away and pulling his arm under the blanket. He was too tired pay the new dog owner anymore attention.

Bucky pov

He tried to ignore the strange looks he got as he walked through the tower. He knew he must look strange carrying a small brown moving bundle in his arms. But he couldn't leave the poor thing home alone. It cried every time he left the room he didn't know what would happen if he left the apartment. Plus Steve still didn't know about their new roommate, so he didn't want him to get loose if Steve made it home before him.

Besides he was hoping someone here could give him a few pointers on how to take care of his new friend. He tried to tell himself he wasn't getting attached but he knew that he was. He also knew that if he decided not to keep it, he was going to be a little heartbroken.

Bucky sighed and shifted his hold on the squirming bundle. The puppy didn't seem to mind being held in fact when Bucky had reached down to pick him up to leave this morning to poor thing was so excited it tried to jump into his hands. If his reflexes had been slower the poor thing would have missed and hit the floor. The problem was it seemed intent on licking his face and he had to keep moving the damn thing away from his face.

He almost sighed in relief when he spotted someone he knew.

"Bruce!" He called out speeding up his walk to catch the man. The doctor stopped and turned when he heard his name and raised his eyebrow when he spotted the dog.

"Stupid idea," Bucky mumbled as he reached the man, "my therapist keeps telling me to get a pet. You know for bonding or whatever. And I said no. But then last night I'm walking back to the apartment and these kids were fucking with this little guy and I couldn't leave him." Bruce smiled at him.

"I have no idea what to do with him." He added.

"Never had a dog before?"

Bucky shook his head, "Steve always wanted one but with his health issues his mom wouldn't let him and neither would mine." He chuckled remembering the way their mothers had worked together against Steve. At their young age they had been angry and sad both really wanting a dog. But looking back he knew they were both just looking out for his best friend.

"Not a problem now." The other man said with a light chuckle as they got into the elevator.

He glared at the man, "I have no idea how to take care of a dog. Hell man. I i'm a mess, how am I supposed to be responsible for this little guy. "

As the doors closed Bruce turned to look at him. Making Bucky want to look at the floor, he always felt uncomfortable meeting people's eyes these days.

"James you are an intelligent and caring man. I'm sure you will figure things out." The scientist sighed, "After the meeting go to a local pet store, have Jarvis look up a good one, get some supplies, food and toys, then go home and spend time with him." Bruce reached over and scratched the puppy behind the ear and Bucky felt himself smile as the dog leaned into it and closed his eyes.

The elevator stopped and let them out. When he saw everyone already there, he froze. He hadn't given it much thought when he decided to bring the pup to the tower. But now as he stood there watching Stark talk to Steve, he realized he had no idea how the others were going to react.

Bruce cleared his throat, getting the rooms attention. He silently cursed the man.

Tony must have been the first to notice the puppy because the man let out an excited squeal of some kind and rushed over. The billionaire didn't even ask before he gently lifted the dog from Bucky's arms and pulled it towards his own chest.

Bucky was so shocked by the act that he let it happen. Tony and him weren't on the best of terms since Stark found out about his parent, not that Bucky blamed him. The man avoided him as best he could and if they had to be in the same room, he stayed on the opposite end.

Bucky raises his head to look over Tony, who was whisper something to the puppy, and looked at Steve for help.

His best friend looked from him to the puppy and of those huge happy smiles he hadn't seen on his best friends face in ages. He sighed. Now he had to tell Stevie that the puppy had been unintentional and that he wasn't sure he could keep him.

"What's his name?" Tony asked handing him back the dog.

"Dunno. Haven't really had a chance to think about it."

Tony gave him a thoughtful smile. "Just don't let Rogers name it." Then turned and walked back towards the table, where Sam was sitting.

"You hung up on me!"