14 Dog days

Hey everyone! I'm BACK! A friendly reminder this chapter takes place 2 months after last chapter. This chapter is based off the comic book Hawkeye #1 from back in 2012. Follows the same kind of story line. The stuff in italics is what Barton is thinking.

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"Lady… Fix. This. Dog." Clint sighed as he gently rested the hurt golden retriever onto the table at the only veterinary clinic open this late at night.

The dog was quickly wheeled into another room. Clint watched the dog go and heard the Vet's and other vet aids talking.

"Poor boy…" "How did this…" "Who did…" "Bleeding…" "Needs some towels…" "Blood…"

"Sir? What happened?" one of them asked Clint.

About two months ago…

Natasha is going to kill me. Clint thought as he lied in a hospital bed. She is going to get back from Berlin and she is going to kill me.

"Mr. Barton, with a fall like that you are very lucky." The doctor told Clint. "Two broken ribs, dislocated shoulder, broken nose, broken radius, broken pelvis and a broken leg."

I've been through worse.

"Damn Barton… what you do?" Alyssa asked her brother.

"Nothing." I was in a situation.

"You are in so much shit, you know that right?" Alyssa looked Barton over.

"Mr. Barton? Clint?" the vet tried to get Clint's attention.

"Sorry." Clint looked over to the older man.

"Mr. Barton, we need to talk about your dog…"

"He's not my dog."

"Okay… the dog… has lost a lot of blood. He's in shock, and needs surgery but is a difficult surgical candidate. At this point, the decision to euthanize is not inhumane…"

"No. The dog will make it. Do what you got to do. Got it?" Clint snapped angrily.

"Sir… you can't know that. I will do everything I can and I will operate on the dog. But is this for the dog or for you?"

"Just fix my… THE dog… please…" Clint tried. "I'm sorry I snapped at you."

The vet walked away.

Earlier this evening…

Clint was walking in a fairly bad part of town. He had a clue as to why.

He used to live in this part of town. Long before the Avengers. Long before Natasha. Long before SHIELD.

Clint had to make something right. Clint was eating a slice of pizza.

He saw a group of men standing by the door of his destination. Standing by them was a dog.

"Can I pet the dog?" Clint asked.

"No. He'll bite." One man said to the obviously friendly golden retriever.

"He seems to like pizza. How bad can he be?" Clint noticed as the dog tried to get closer to the piece of pizza in his hand.

"What are you doing here? To feed the dog?" the man asked annoyed.

"Actually… here for a little business." Clint showed the man a duffle full of cash.

Three weeks ago…

"Clint… stop it. The doctor said…" Natasha sighed as she drove Clint back to the hospital for one last check up since his fall off a building.

"Doctors wrong," Clint shifted in the passenger seat.

"Clint, you were lucky. The doctors just want to make sure nothing else is wrong."

"Things are wrong all right…" Clint watched the buildings go by. He noticed a young family's belongings being brought to the curb and the mother fighting the landlord.

Eviction day.

Earlier this evening where Hawkeye makes a shady 'business deal'…

"Here's rent." Clint said to the man he had seen throwing a single mother out onto the curb.

The man looked up from his poker game to look at Clint.

"For everyone in the building." Clint clarified.

"You trying to be a fairy godmother or something?"

"Should cover everything. Tax free cash." Clint showed the man the duffle bag.

"Maybe I don't want money. Maybe I want an empty building?"

"Maybe I wasn't offering?"

A fight broke out. Tables were flipped and guns were drawn. Clint was thrown out the window.

Far as these things go… thought it was going to hurt more.

The man came out of the building quickly. Gun in hand. "Where is he?" the man asked the others.

Thirty yards until cover. Against two men with guns. Better move Barton.

There was a gunshot. Clint got grazed in the upper arm. Clint got ready for another shot to be fired.

Then that golden retriever went and bit the man's arm. The arm he was holding the gun in.

The pizza wasn't even that good.

Clint considered continuing running. But he looked back. The man fought and kicked the dog in the jaw and the poor animal was thrown… right into oncoming traffic.

Clint ran back. He used his force to punch the man square in the jaw.

What kind of person throws a dog into traffic? Seriously with the traffic right now… the time… the pouring rain…

Clint tried to see if the dog was okay. It was alive, and starting to get up. Except there was a car heading straight for it.

Clint acted fast. He grabbed a quarter in his pocket he snapped the change into the side window of the car. It startled the driver when the window broke but it didn't look like enough to stop the car.

I can't look.

Clint had been fast asleep in the waiting room of the vet office. Then he was rudely awoken.

"You messed up." The man told him. "Now get up. I am sure you do not want…"

"WHAT TYPE OF SICK BASTARD THROWS A DAMN DOG INTO TRAFFIC?" Clint yelled to the man as he punched the man and threw him up against the wall.

The few people around in the office all looked at him shocked and scared.

"Its okay everyone. I'm an Avenger." Clint assured everyone.

Clint watched the man get into a cab.

"What type of Avenger does this?" the man asked. "I broke no laws…"

"You said something about being an avenger. You know the best part about being an avenger? Having Captain America around all the time. He just… the guy brings the best out of people. You want to be good when he is around. You really do. But look around. Captain America aint here. I am going to buy that building. You wanted to sell it. I want to buy it."

"I had a buyer."

"I don't care. If you do, take it up with Tony Stark's lawyers." Clint told the man. Clint then turned to the cab driver. "Take him to LAX."

The cab driver nodded and drove away.

"Mr. Barton?" the vet came up to Clint.

"Broken ribs, broken leg, broken pelvis and lost an eye. He's made it this far. He'll make it all. With proper care and rest." The vet told Clint.

"Good boy. Good boy." Clint lightly patted the dog.

"What's his name?" the vet asked.

"Not my dog." Clint shrugged. "What's it say on the collar?"

"It says 'Arrow'." The vet looked at the collar.

Clint paused.

"I'll think of something better."

"Clint…" Natasha looked at the dog sadly. The dog was lying in a brand new dog bed.

"I wasn't going to… I just couldn't let him…"

"I know." Natasha then put a hand on Clint. "And that man?"

"I'll deal with it." Clint shrugged.

"Not alone. Why did you do this?"

"He was kicking everyone out Natasha. Those kids were going to be homeless. I've been… that."

"Are we keeping the dog?"

Clint shrugged. Natasha smiled at him and went to pat the dog.

Clint could hear her whisper to the dog. 'Good dog, strong dog' she said softly in Russian.

"What happened to him?" Natasha asked.

"Got run over by a cab after being thrown into the street."

"Sick bastards." Natasha whispered to herself. "Lucky dog. We don't have anything to feed him though."

"Give him some leftover pizza." Clint smiled when the dog's ears popped up at the word.

"Everything is in order Clint. Congratulations. You now own a building." Pepper said to Clint a few weeks later.

"Great." Clint said as he looked over the papers.

"What happened to the dog?" Pepper looked over.

"The guys I go the building from… hurt him."

"That poor thing… he lost an eye."

"Do they make doggy eye patches? He can be like Fury."

"I'm not sure. How does Natasha take it?" Pepper pointed to the dog.

"She likes him. I don't know if it's pity or she actually likes him."

"Has he got a name?"

"Tasha named him Lucky."

"Given what he went through… it's a fitting name."

"Is everything good? With the building?"

"Should be. Why are you buying a building?"

"What else am I going to do with my money?" Clint asked. "Besides… Tony had his name on a building. Now… Barton's turn."

"On the lease." Pepper smiled.

"Details."