Four months later and Tony still had not managed to figure out how to get rid of the fluff ball. Although the fluff ball was now a semi-large dog, not fully grown, but still plenty big enough. And that stupid dog loved everyone but Tony.
"You are joking right?" Tony questioned, annoyed. The dog squirmed his way between them, plopping his butt in Tony's face and licking Steve's face.
"Aw, Tony, he's just scared. You know Coulson doesn't like thunder." Steve wrapped his arms around the dog's body, tugging him in close to his body.
Tony grumbled under his breath, moving to cuddle closer to Steve. The dog growled loudly. He glared at it.
"Seriously?" he questioned. Steve frowned at him.
"Tony."
Yeah, he would get blamed even though the dog was the one being a jerk. He did this almost every night, whether it was storming or not. Stupid dog. Tony moved back, away from the two.
Tony didn't care what Steve said. That dog was totally smirking at him.
"Aww, Coulson! You are such a cutie pie!"
"Do not let that minion of the anti-christ trick you Pepper! Wants you join his ranks he will use you to take over the good innocent people!" Tony raved dramatically from the kitchen as he heard her enter the tower. Steve rolled his eyes, spooning some more cereal into his mouth.
"Shut up Tony!"
Tony growled. Everyone was fooled by that stupid golden idiot. Not Thor. The other golden idiot. The evil one. Tony groaned, dropping his head into his hands. Even the thing was messing with his mind.
Steve spared him a slightly worried glance, but he didn't comment on it. Pepper came in, dog held firmly in her arms.
"He's getting heavy." She declared, dropping the dog on an empty kitchen table chair. As the dog leaned up and slipped some bacon from Steve's plate, Tony gestured wildly. Steve and Pepper just laughed.
"That is so cute!" Pepper squealed, hugging the dog tightly.
"Hello? He's is eating off the kitchen table. He is a dog!" Tony declared. Pepper glared at him.
"Shut up Tony!" she said the second time that morning. Steve nodded his agreement, also scowling. Tony threw his arms in the air.
He had decided.
The dog needed to go.
"Jarvis, find me the closest animal shelters or other places where you can get rid of animals." Tony slammed the lab door closed, plopping into a chair.
"Immediately sir, yet the first thing I come up with is Central Park. Just drop the dog there."
Jarvis was Tony's new ally. While at first he seemed to enjoy the puppy as much as anyone else, that changed when it came for potty training time. Jarvis didn't like his house with dirt in it, let alone pee.
"I would do that, but I feel like, just to spite me, the dog would travel back to the tower. Besides, we need a place where Steve can't find him." Tony felt bad when this thought first crossed his mind, yet he knew it would be worth it in the end.
"There is a shelter two miles east of the tower. Yet, Captain Rogers will make certain that you are unable to take him there. You must bring the animal there when Steve is gone." Jarvis sounded just as disappointed by this as Tony felt.
"Crap..." he shook his head, "No. I'll figure it out!" he declared, standing. He would. He would get rid of this stupid dog if it was the last thing he did.
R & R.