Matt was walking home late from a study session in the library. It was officially spring, but the remnants of winter's chilled grasp refused to leave, making the night air cold as the wind swept around him. To make matters worse it was raining, leaving Matt a very slopping cold mess.

Needless to say he was walking fairly fast, eager to get home and out of the cold. He wasn't paying much more attention to his surroundings than was strictly necessary, his cane barely swiping over the surface in front of him.

He'd just passed by an abandoned alley when he heard it. The noise was quiet, almost inaudible; if anyone other than himself had been walking by, they probably wouldn't have heard it.

Matt paused and cocked his head to the side, waiting to see if he'd hear the noise again. Rain continued to patter around him, soaking his shoes and sliding down his back but he paid it no mind. He was just about to give up on his endeavor when suddenly he heard it again, a soft whine.

Matt tracked the noise in his mind, following it to a shivering bundle of fur cowering behind a dumpster. Bending down until his knees became soaked Matt held out his hand in a placating gesture. A smile broke across the width of his face when he was rewarded with the cold touch of a curious nose.

For a minute or two Matt remained perfectly still, allowing the little puppy to get used to him and realize he wasn't a threat. When he felt the warmth of the animal's tongue against his hand he knew he'd won it over.

The puppy didn't protest when Matt ran his hand over its head, then quickly scooped it up into his arms. He wrapped the poor thing inside his jacket and pressed it close to his chest. The lick of gratitude he received on his jaw was enough of a reward to justify the soaking and his shirt.

With new vigor Matt began trekking back to his apartment once again, unsure of how exactly Foggy was going to react upon seeing their unsuspected guest.

When Matt finally reached the apartment complex both he and the poor dog were shivering and absolutely soaked through to the bone. Matt dug out his key with one hand whilst balancing the dog in the other, expertly perching his cane against his inner thigh. It was only because of practiced ease that he was able to get the door open using only one hand.

Three flights of steps weren't all that difficult and using the elevator was generally frowned upon when going up such a small distance. Some days Matt put up with it and took the stairs, on the days he didn't however, people took one look at his cane and didn't comment.

That evening happened to be an elevator evening, there was no way Matt was taking the stairs while carrying a dog, it would most likely end badly for everyone involved.

When the elevator announced its arrival on the third floor with a high pitched 'ding' Matt shuffled out quickly, taking an immediate left. Their apartment was all the way down on the end, and Matt, knowing the door would be unlocked, practically barreled his way through.

"Hey buddy." Foggy called from the couch, Matt could hear voices on the television as well but he didn't stop to chat. He was a mess, the dog was a mess, and while he knew their apartment wasn't the epitome of cleanliness he did not want to inflict the wrath of a dirty dog upon it.

"Well hello to you too Foggy." Foggy grumbled in jest. "How was your day? Oh not too bad, how was yours?"

"Can you grab me some towels and wash cloths?" Matt called, ignoring his roommate altogether.

"What for?" Foggy questioned, standing to perform the task before receiving an answer.

"Well I am soaked and freezing, and I assume this little guy is a mess." Matt replied, placing the little mutt on the floor of their bathroom. The pitiful thing didn't even move, just curled into a vibrating heap against Matt's leg.

"What is that?" Foggy demanded as he reached the bathroom, towels in hand.

"You're telling me you've never seen this type of animal before?" Matt responded, shaking his hair out.

Foggy huffed out a sigh, "Obviously I know what it is, I was more wondering what it was doing here."

Matt just shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, you're the one always telling me I should get a dog."

"Yeah, when I said dog, this was not at all what I meant." Foggy replied, glancing down at the animal and crinkling his nose. "It's super dirty."

"He was left abandoned in an alley." Matt explained as he began to shed his outer layer of clothing.

"Poor guy." Foggy hummed, looking down at the puppy sadly. "Seriously though, he's disgustingly dirty."

"That's why he's jumping in the shower with me."

Foggy paused a moment in surprise, Matt just laughed. "What, did you think I was going to let him track mud all over the place?"

"No I guess not, I don't really know what I thought. So uh, you shower and I'll make some food cause I'm guessing you didn't eat supper."

Matt smiled sheepishly. "Do we have any soup?"

"I'll look. You know we don't have any dog food, right?"

Matt nodded, "We can get some tomorrow, we can just give him healthy snacks for tonight."

Foggy sighed, handing off the towels to Matt. "I'll see what we have."

Matt smiled again before shutting the door. The puppy hadn't moved an inch and it broke Matt's heart how scared the poor guy was. "You are not gonna like this." He told the animal, shedding his remaining clothes and tossing them in a pile in the corner.

When Matt moved away the puppy seemed unsure, like it wanted to follow but didn't know for certain if it should. The rush of water from the bathtub faucet completely changed his mind and he scurried over to the door where he curled up and whimpered pitifully.

"I know buddy," Matt cooed softly, walked back over to the door. "I promise this is gonna feel good, get you all nice and warm." The puppy released a long whine when Matt picked him up but didn't try to run or get away.

Matt quickly jumped under the spray of water, sighing at how warm it was. He set the puppy on the floor of the tub and rung his hands through the puppy's fur, not really sure if he was making much of a difference at all.

The dog was small, standing no taller than mid-calf. He had fairly large paws from what Matt could tell though, so those would take some growing into. He also had short, floppy ears, and a long snout. His fur was short, but it was beginning to feel smoother the more Matt washed it.

The puppy quickly warmed up to the idea of the bath, splashing around in the water that had culminated in the bottom of the tub, long tail wagging happily. Matt chuckled and played along, shoving the dog around gently.

When he felt they were both sufficiently warmed up and –hopefully- clean, Matt turned the water off and hopped out. He quickly toweled himself off then went back for the whimpering dog.

After quickly patting the dog dry, and wrestling the towel out of his mouth more than once, Matt tucked the slightly damp animal under his arm with a towel still wrapped around him. "Coming out!" Matt called in warning as he opened the bathroom door.

"My eyes are averted!" Foggy yelled in response from the kitchen.

Matt shuffled his way quickly to his bedroom, slipping on more comfortable clothes he saved for relaxing nights. The puppy stayed curled up in the towel, rolling around and biting at it playfully.

When Matt finally picked the little guy up and made his way to the kitchen, there was a steaming bowl of soup sitting out on the table. "Thanks Foggy." Matt grinned, setting the dog gently on the ground where he immediately began to roll around again.

"No problem, so why do you think he was abandoned?" Foggy asked as he took a seat next to Matt at the table, watching the dog with interest.

"I don't know." Matt shrugged, "He seems to behave well enough, for a puppy anyway. Sorry I just sort of threw this at you."

"No it's okay, what were you supposed to do, leave him? No way."

"So what's he look like?" Matt questioned as he stirred his soup around a little.

"I figured you would've gotten a pretty good idea after your intimate shower together." Foggy said smartly.

"Well yeah, but I meant what does he look like? Color and stuff."

Foggy paused a moment to actually look at the puppy rolling around on their kitchen floor. "He's a lightish brown color, with lighter tan patches on his face. The tips of his paws are white though, well, the back right is brown but the others are white. And he's got kinda floppy ears the same brown color. He's got chocolatey eyes. God he is adorable!"

Matt laughed softly, listening as Foggy picked the dog up off the floor and plopped him onto the table. The puppy immediately shuffled over to him and nuzzled his head against Matt's hand, but he didn't try to eat the food. "Hi buddy."

"He really likes you."

"Yeah well, I carried him against my chest and then got naked with him."

"That just sounds awkward."

"It's what happened!" Matt defended, completely forgetting about his bowl of soup as he began to hand-wrestle with the puppy, making little growling noises in response to the yips the dog emitted.

"Oh good god, please tell me you're not one of those people who talks to their animals." Foggy cringed.

"Why wouldn't you talk to them if they can hear you?" Matt questioned offhandedly.

"Uh, because they can't understand you?"

"Oh I think they can, a little at least. So do you like him?"

"Do I like him as in do I want to keep him?"

"Isn't that the same question?" Matt grinned.

Foggy shrugged, reaching out a hand to pet the puppy, "If we keep him we have to name him."

"You have any ideas?"

Foggy paused for a moment and just observed the puppy, thinking deeply. Suddenly and with little warning the puppy let out as ferocious a bark as it could muster and dashed away from Matt, tail up and wagging as it discovered a new game to play. "What about Flash?"

"As in the super hero?"

"Yeah."

Matt shrugged, figuring the name was as good as any, "Okay, ya here that buddy, we're gonna call you Flash."

As if to show his support Flash barked again, hopping around the table happily. Unfortunately the little guy wasn't really paying attention to what he was doing and tumbled off the table. He landed on the floor and shook his head in confusion before a tremendous yawn broke free with a small squeak.

"Looks like the little guys tired." Foggy commented with a laugh.

"How about we watch a movie." Matt suggested, standing and scooping Flash into his arms as he made his way to their couch.

Foggy obliged immediately, grabbing the remote and flipping the TV on before settling in next to Matt.

The three curled up on the couch, Foggy leaning comfortably against the far arm rest, Matt angled slightly so he could rest his feet off the ground as well, and Flash curled up between the two. It didn't take long for all three of them to drift off, warm and comfortable.

A/N: Yay, the dog chapter! I seriously think the writing is lacking in this chapter but I hope you liked it, I will most likely bring Flash back, but basically my plan for him is that he will end up at Foggy's mom's place. In my mind I was picturing a chocolate lab mix by the way! Was his name too metta? Like, DC super hero in a fanfic about a Marvel super hero? I kinda thought it was funny, because of course Foggy is a fan of comics!

Okay guys, I need your help! I hinted at the end of an earlier chapter to the possibility of a prank war, well I want that prank war to happen but I don't really have any good ideas for pranks. If you have any ideas you can think of it would be greatly appreciated! Until next time,

~Spring