Summary: The dance of life. She done it before. She will admit the dog body new though. Must chase tail.
Tony Stark was easy to find.
She was born in New York after all and even before Iron man he was a household name that was at least on the news every week and the moment she realized that he was real. She went to find him. She escaped her breeder home, which really wasn't too hard to do and walked the streets of New York.
Kids, gasped at her and tried to reach her, but when got away from them. Got away from people who wanted her of the street and gave puppy dog eyes to others for food. Before finally finding Stark tower and going, crap, Iron man not a thing yet. Which, might be a small issue, but she couldn't see how.
She was a small dog after all.
Small ones tend to live a lot longer than big ones.
Not that it mattered what part of the timeline she was in.
She didn't have any big plans to save heroes of their downfall. No, way she wasn't that silly.
She worked out in her past life that you can't save everyone nor that you should.
Her goal was really just to enjoy life and do something with it. If she was Stark dog than she would at least get a bite of the action. Now, if only she wasn't reborn as a dog.
She used to be able to speak and now the only thing that comes out of her mouth are yaps. Yap, yap, yap.
What was that strange thing behind her?
It moved, must chase, must chase. Wait? Is that her own tail. Damn dog body, damn dog, dam lack of human body. If she ever met the person behind her reincarnation, she was going to punch them.
"Yap!"
Or, at least tear of their shoe like she will with Obadiah.
He was evil right?
He must be because he just kicked her aside. She went of crying to Tony after that who wasn't at all happy with his Godfather after he found out. Evil man, why else would you kick a dog for no reason unless you are clearly evil. It was safe to say that Obadiah was not welcomed in the tower for another five weeks because Tony gave him the silent treatment.