Steve was a sucker. Sam told him so enough times. So did Natasha. Bucky, too, now that he thought about it. So yeah, now he was dogsitting for Hawkeye. Both of them, if the phone call asking him to do so indicated anything.
He heard the elevator doors open on the opposite side of his floor and went to meet them. (For some reason Stark insisted that people having their own floors to themselves was a thing that normal people do.)
He was greeted by a happy goldish dog with one eye running to meet him. He kneeled down to scratch at its ears. A pretty dark haired girl followed the dog in. Steve guessed that she was the other Hawkeye Clint wouldn't stop talking about.
"Sorry." She said, looking sheepish. "He got excited."
"No problem. Where's Clint?" Steve said, standing up to meet her.
"Oh, he's bringing the plant. I'm Kate. Also Hawkeye."
He shook her hand.
"So glad you two have met." Clint's voice came from the direction that Kate had entered in."Too bad no one in the building has some kind of superstrength that could help me with this incredibly heavy plant."
He staggered into view, barely holding onto a massive purple pot containing a plant that looked heavy as hell.
Steve moved quickly to take it from him, holding it up easily with one hand.
"Showoff." Clint muttered.
"Nice plant. What kind is it?" Steve asked, setting it down gently on the wide windowsill.
"We have no idea." Kate told him, shrugging. "Clint rage-bought it at Target."
"Okaay?"
He just wasn't going to ask.
"I like the pot too."
Clint beamed. "Thanks. We made it at Painted Earth. They have a great Avengers discount."
Kate rolled her eyes. "He was the one who put all the little arrows on it."
Clint nudged her. "Yeah, but she wrote its name in that loopy writing."
"It's called cursive, Clint."
Sure enough, neatly scrawled across the front of the purple pot, was, Hawkplant, in a darker shade of purple. It had a little arrow going through all of the letters.
"Okay, then, are there any special instructions?"
Steve asked. Both Hawkeyes nodded at the same time. It was creepy. Kate pulled out a purple index card from her pocket. (Seriously, what was it with Hawkeyes and purple?)
"First of all, Lucky needs to go for a walk at least once a day, unless you're too lazy or whatever, then he can just go out on the fire escape."
"Also,"
Clint jumped in,
"When he starts to look hungry, just give him a piece of pizza or whatever you can find around, he eats pretty much anything. He needs to watch new episodes of Dog Cops as they come out, too, or he gets anxious."
Kate nodded her agreement. Steve wondered how the poor dog had survived as long as it did.
Kate pulled a strange looking orange gun out of her purse. Steve realized that it was a water pistol. She handed it to him.
"Hawkplant gets watered twice a day, unless we forget. If you fill this up, then you don't even need to get up off the couch. It might still be a little sticky from the orange juice, but I think we've mostly washed it out.
If we forgot anything else, it'll be on the card. If you need to contact either of us, our numbers are on the back. If we don't pick up, you should probably call us some backup."
Kate said.
"Alright..." Steve said, reluctantly taking both the water gun and the index card.
"We'll probably be back in a week." Clint said as the other Hawkeye practically dragged him out.
As the elevator doors closed, Steve saw Kate elbow Clint.
"See? Captain America knew to put it on the windowsill."
The doors closed on his answer.
"Well, Lucky. I guess it's just you and me now."
Steve said to the dog. Lucky barked in response.