AN: Sorry if chapters start to come later and later. I am just starting college and trying to balance everything out, so bare with me while I get it sorted. I am also writing another fic that has yet to be posted but will probably come out very soon. If you like the MCU and Marvel and all that, go ahead and check that fic out when you get the chance.

TLDR: Chapters will take longer because of college and new fic.

The only reason this chapter is out so soon is because I was up all night writing it. I don't know why, but I did. And here it is.

Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones or A Song of Ice and Fire

Warnings: Violence occurs, swearing heard,

Enjoy!

The Wolf, The Hound, The Dragon

Arya POV

The rain finally stopped. Daemon had covered her with a cloak but listening to the rain constantly, day after day after day, was starting to become irritating. They had continued traveling to Riverrun but their pace was slow. Daemon had yet to recover from his injuries so they held off on riding hard towards Riverrun as to spare Daemon the pain. Also the mud covered roads combined with the constant Lannister presence in the area caused the trio to veer off the round several times. Most of the time they camped in the woods under cover of the trees or in small natural shelters the trees provided with their roots.

Their journey was partly silent, mostly on the Hound's side. She and Daemon talked about a number of things. Fighting styles, his stories of Essos, or how to play several different card games. Although now, while approaching a small roadside inn, did their topics of conversation ran out. Daemon had started it.

"At least it's not raining anymore." her saddle mate said.

Arya hmmed. He wasn't wrong. "It will probably start up again though" she said.

Daemon looked up to the overcast sky. "Yeah." he thought for a moment. "Hey, do you thi-" he was interrupted by the Hound.

"Would you two idiots stop fucking talking about the damn weather." the scarred man gritted out.

"Shut up." she said petulantly. "We were having a pleasant conversation."

"Like hell you were." the Hound said. The he muttered under his breath. "Talking about the fuckin' weather, stupid cunt."

"Well you don't have to listen." she said back.

"The fuck else am I gonna listen to, huh." he told her. "The fucking wind." he said mockingly. Daemon chuckled at that.

They were approaching the inn by the road. They tied their horses in a group of trees not too far from the wooden building. Arya peeked through the trees and spotting something. Needle.

The man was pissing but all she could focus on was the small sword sitting on the man's belt. 'He was the one who killed Lommy', she remembered now. That bastard had took her sword and killed Lommy, a boy. Hot anger bubbled up in her chest, she would kill the bastard before he left that inn, she promised herself this no matter what happened. He took her sword, the one Jon gifted her, and he killed Lommy, someone she was starting to like. He had to pay.

She broke the tree line, her steps full of determination and righteous anger, she stalked to the door of the inn and entered. She ignored the calling of Daemon and The Hound. This was her mission, her revenge she will take. Daemon or the Hound didn't matter, the Lannisters or her family didn't matter, the entire world didn't matter. The only thing that mattered now was her sword and the man inside. That man had Needle and she would be damned if she didn't get it back.

He was a dead man when he took her sword, he's just walking around not knowing it.

Sandor POV

That damn wolf-girl running into places she has no business being in. This entire goddamn journey was fucking mess. The silver haired prince could bare ride. Of course it was his brother, somehow finding a way to fuck with him even when he was miles away. Also the damned rain, it didn't seem to want to stop. Every fucking time they stepped foot outside, the gods deemed him unworthy and fucking rained on him. The only reason he was on this damned journey was because of the Prince. His time with the Little Bird in the shithole of King's Landing taught him that the Stark's would give him a chance, no matter how fragile they may seem. The silver haired prince offered him a chance to work for the Starks, killing is what he did best, and killing is probably what they would ask him to do. At least they wouldn't treat him like a kennel dog whenever they asked him to.

Now he had to deal with the wolf-girl running off.

He entered the tavern after the girl and saw her sitting at one of the tables, staring at the four men seated several tables in front of her. He sat next to her giving her a glare telling her she was a fucking idiot. She probably didn't notice. One of the four idiots she was staring at walked over to their table, seemingly recognizing him. Sandor could see the toothpick of a sword the little wolf-girl wanted to retrieve. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the prince lean on one of the pillars, preparing for a fight. If he sat he wouldn't be able to stand up in time, at least he was smart.

He barely listened to the man babble about the King and himself. He didn't care. It only took a few more sentences for Sandor to become impatient.

"How 'bout you buy me a chicken." it was a statement more than a question.

The bald cunt didn't seem to understand this. "You payin' for it?"

The Hound sighed with impatience "I think I'll take two chickens."

The idiot finally seemed to understand the common tongue. "These are the King's colors." the idiot pointed to himself. "You can force me to-"

Sandor reached over the table and took his drink. "Talkers make me thirsty." he said before he downed the shite drink. Once he was finished, he still was hungry for some chicken.

"You-" he cut the idiot off before he can say another word.

"If one more word comes pouring out your cunt mouth, I will eat every fucking chicken in this room."

"You gonna die over some chickens." the cunt said.

"Someone will" was all he said back. He could see the bald idiots friends reaching for their weapons. Without warning he flipped the table and onto the bald one. A dagger cut through the air and impaled itself into one of the Kings men's eyes. 'Must have been the silver haired one, good with a dagger I guess', were his thoughts before he engaged the two men infront of him. The two bumbling idiots in front of him had no idea how to use their swords. He made quick work of them. Punching one of their jaws off and cutting the second man in half. Easy work. He turned to see the wolf-girl smashing a pot over the bald idiots head. Pulling her toothpick from his belt.

The girl asked the bald cunt a question that the Hound couldn't hear. What he could hear was the silver prince saying; "Just kill him already so we can go." The girl poked a hole into the bald one's throat, he began choking on his own blood.

They were soon back on their horses, back on the road again. It was then the Hound realized he forgot to bring a chicken for the road.

Daemon POV

Once night had settled, they made camp atop a small knoll in the middle of the forest. The fire was illuminating the forest around them. They could hear the crickets chirping away, they could see the the bugs that had glowing butts float around their campfire.

None of them could sleep. Their minds in between the states of wakefulness and sleep. Not really paying attention, yet paying attention all the same. Daemon decided to ask Arya about her family.

She went on and on about them, she loved them.

Her father Eddard Stark. He would discourage her independence yet allow her to shoot arrows and ride horses whenever it pleased her. He rarely punished her if she were to skip out on her lessons. No matter how much he urged his daughter to become a proper lady, his heart was never truly committed.

Her mother Catelyn Stark. She was a strict mother scolding her when she skipped lessons or did the things the boys would usually do. She discouraged her attachment to Jon, which slightly soured their relationship, but she still lover her mother all the same.

Then there was Robb, a copy of their father scolding her lightly but never truly meaning it.

Arya obviously didn't like Sansa too much. Yes they were sisters, but they total opposites and never got along.

Bran and Rickon were younger than her and she loved pushing them around and teasing them. Especially when she beat Bran at archery.

Her favorite was obviously Jon by the way she talked about him. Jon would embrace her independence, he was there to hold her as a baby, to comfort her when she cried, to encourage her when she wanted to fight, watched her when she wanted to ride. Jon never restricted her, never told her she couldn't do something because she wasn't a boy. He loved her for her, that's why she loved him the most.

When the two turned to Sandor, he didn't speak much, but he basically said that his entire was full of cunts. Daemon was inclined to agree.

When the two finally turned to him, he didn't disappoint.

He told them of the 'Mad King', his father who forced him to watch the executions conducted in the throne room.

About his brother Viserys who emulated his father in almost any chance he got.

He told them about his conflicted feelings towards his brother Rhaegar. How he loves him for him being a good brother and hates him for dooming their family.

He told them about his his mother Rhaella and his good-sister/aunt Elia and how they raised him to be the man he is today. How they encouraged him to be strong and fierce.

About his sister and brother/niece and nephew Rhaenys and Aegon. How they all were basically siblings. How he and Rhaenys dreamed of exploring the world and riding dragons.

Once he was done, he felt like he had bonded with Arya Stark and Sandor Clegane. On a level that he had only done with a few others before them.

The three of them had slept well that night.

In the morning their journey continued. Through the mud and the rain and past the patrols. Maybe getting rid of a few brigands here and there. All in all the trip was longer than he wanted it to be. His chest still hurt, he was hoping Talisa might be able to work some of her healing magic but he doubted it. He was still coming to terms with the fact that he was permanently affected by his injury.

Before he knew it Talisa was hugging him tightly and out of the corner of his eyes he could see Robb and Catelyn smothering Arya. He was finally back in Riverrun.

AN: "He was a dead man when he opened his mouth, he just walking around not knowing it."- Marlo Stanfield, The Wire. Took that quote out of The Wire (love that show) and changed a few words so it could fit into the story.

So yeah like I said, chapters will take longer to write and expect an Avengers/Marvel fanfic in the future. Check my profile if you want the details.