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Arrow's Little Hits

Book 2 -Party with the Fantastic Four-

It's not the roof of Stark Tower, but at least it will do for now, Clint thought to himself. He wasn't one to enjoy parties, let alone those hosted by Tony's sworn arch enemies…Reid Richards and the Fantastic Four. Though Clint had been able to avoid the initial introduction between the two scientific powerhouses of New York, there was no excuse big enough to miss out on the reciprocated invite to Richards' daytime shindig. If Tony had the ability to raise three million dollars for the Chitauri rebuilding fund, then Richards' was going to top that by an extra ten mill for the London Recreation event. Clint figured he'd make his appearance, drink some of the free beer, then retreat to the roof in quiet.

His dire wolf Arrow was dressed as a golden retriever for this occasion. The minute Tony created a holographic projector that could conform to the wolf's size and shape, he decided to tinker endlessly with it. After all, having a wolf at a brunch was never a recipe for settling the minds of the general public, but a golden retriever generally gave people smiles. Now in the privacy of the roof top, Clint switched Arrow's hologram off to enjoy the presence of his best friend in his true form. It wasn't long after his retreat to parts unknown that the door to the roof top lounge opened and a woman dressed in an elegant miniskirt tumbled out, rifling through her clutch for what Clint assumed must be a cigarette. Her eyes drifted up to him, and Clint realized then…he forgot to turn the hologram back on…

As her mouth dropped nearly enough to hit the pebbled roof tile, he smiled at her in a friendly, distracting way. "Susan, you smoke! Hey, um, so how's that invisibility crap coming?"

She fumbled for words, the purse dropped as her hand stretched forward, one pointing finger at a time.

Clint hiked a thumb back over his shoulder in a questioning way then turned to see Arrow staring at him with his tongue lolling to one side. Now, he could attempt to play off the wolf's presence in the middle of a fancy dress party in New York City, or he could do exactly what he'd trained his loving friend for in just such occasions.

Clint decided to go with the latter.

He jumped off of the ledge where he'd been sitting, and shouted as loud as he could. Arrow flinched and locked eyes with him. He crouched low, as if the whole world was shifting beneath his feet. Clint waved his arms over his head like a fool and backed away. At first, taking the signal as an invitation to play, the wolf went into a bow and shook his tail out.

"Oh my God!" Clint screamed. "Do you see that? What the Hell has Reed been doing here?!"

"Reed hasn't done –! " Susan tried to find her voice.

Clint was beside her now. He grabbed her by the shoulders. "You see it too, right? You see it? WHAT IS THAT THING?"

Arrow tilted his head to the side, watching his master's peculiar behavior with the newcomer. Then a little dog memory triggered in his mind. His ears stood erect, he rose from his bow and straightened out his tail. The ridge on his back became more pronounced at Clint's encouraging look. His lips pulled up and back before letting out a snarl.

Clint screamed. Susan screamed. The two humans went running for it. Clint pushed the woman ahead of him and she flew down the stairs three at a time. In her fright, her control over invisibility waned and she began to disappear before Clint's eyes. By the time she hit the first landing and flew through the door, all that was left to see were her clothes. Clint allowed the door she'd blown through to close before he reached it. Once it was fully sealed, he took out one of the stray arrowheads he always had hanging around his pockets and jammed it in the hinges. He made a big show of struggling to get the knob pulled open to no avail. Then, he spent a few moments pounding and shouting at it. From the other side, there was no Susan Storm to come running to his rescue. Some pair of heroes they made. She'd effectively taken off and left him for dog bait.

The archer grinned and leaned up the stairwell. Arrow was at the top, peaking down from the roof. Clint whistled and the wolf made his way down.

"Well, that was fun." He said, searching for Arrow's hologram trigger on his collar. Finding it, he flipped the switch to be greeted by the yellow tresses of the Golden Retriever again. "I guess no more wolf antics for this party."

The long pink tongue lolled out of the side of his mouth.

"Was that fun? Who's a good dog?"

"Arrooo." The wolf howled.

"Arrroo. That's a good dog." Clint ruffled Arrow's fur. He took the arrowhead out of the doorjamb and, instead of rejoining the party, took the stairwell down. He'd had enough of this award show for one day.

another quick little diddy. i hope it made you laugh.

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