I forgot to mention in the last chapter that these are one-shots, each standing on its own (so far!) Yesterday's prompt was ice cream; today's is park.
"Come on, Lucky! Time to go to the dog park!" Clint Barton knelt and awaited the bounding pile of fluff that would come flying out of the bedroom any moment. As predicted, he heard the frantic clicking of nails on the wood floor, then suddenly found himself on the ground, held down by four big paws. "Okay, okay, big guy! Lemme up!" Clint shoved the golden retriever off him and then, after standing back up, grabbed the leash from its hook. He attached the bright purple leash to Lucky's matching collar, and the two headed to their favorite dog park. Lucky's favorite because he'd sniffed all the trees and had made friends with all the dogs; Clint's because it had the best food trucks and was next to his favorite coffee shop.
Once they arrived, Clint nodded to the regulars, then unclipped the leash so Lucky could say hi to his buddies and meet any new ones. Clint sat down on what he considered "his" bench and slowly inhaled the sweet smell of his coffee. He took a sip and suddenly did a spit take. "What the hell?" Walking toward him was one James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes, best friend of Steve Rogers. Steve, who was dating Clint's best friend, Natasha Romanoff. Clint once asked Natasha if that made them in-laws. In response, he ended up with a bag of frozen peas over his eye. Of course, it wasn't Bucky that brought that remark from Clint; it was what he saw Bucky doing. A white CAT was in the middle of the freaking DOG park, at the end of the leash that Bucky was holding. "Barnes!" Clint yelled at him. "That's not a dog!"
"Thanks, Captain Obvious," Bucky shot back. The former Army sniper strode confidently toward Clint, not paying attention to the strange looks coming from the others in the dog park. When he got to the bench, he sat down, and the cat jumped up and made herself comfortable in Bucky's lap. "What? You act like you've never seen someone walking their pet before?"
"I'm at a dog park pretty much daily. I'm familiar with people walking dogs."
Bucky shrugged his shoulders. "I like to be different, plus Alpine likes to see the sights."
Lucky chose that moment to run toward Clint and comically tried to stop before crashing into him. Clint, who was used to Lucky's antics, reached down and grabbed the dog's leash. "Whoa, boy!" The dog nuzzled Clint's hand, then cocked his head as if finally noticing Bucky. Lucky moved his head away from Clint and laid his nose on Bucky's lap. Alpine put a dainty white paw on his nose as if to try and stop him. The retriever immediately licked Alpine, jumped up on the bench, settled between Clint and Bucky, then placed a protective paw over the cat. "Well," Clint remarked, "that's not something you see every day."