A/N: So, just a cute few drabbles about the Avengers getting a dog. They'll be a chapter for each person in the tower, and perhaps a few more after, we'll see. Enjoy!

The moment the elevator doors opened and Pepper stepped into the tower's common room, accompanied by something she did not have with her when she left, Tony knew this was partly his fault for pissing her off that morning.

The thing barked.

Tony knew this was mostly his fault for pissing her off that morning.

"What the hell is that?"

"Woof"

This was 100% his fault.

Pepper smiled evilly "He's a dog, Tony." She cooed at the animal. "He's a lab mix, aren't you, baby, yes? You're a good puppy, huh?"

"No." Tony said, standing up from his position on the couch and standing opposite Pepper and the thing, leaving the whole width of the room between them. "Not a chance." Tony clarified, folding his arms across his chest. "Nope."

Pepper looked back to Tony and raised a brow in defiance, never looking away from him while she spoke. "No? Well, perhaps if you had come with me to the shelter for the fundraiser, like you promised, I would have been less inclined to make a new friend. Maybe you could have convinced me not to bring this gorgeous baby home." Pepper's clipped 'I'm livid with you, Tony Stark' tone, melted away towards the end of her sentence as she petted the head of the thing. She was treating it like was a baby. The thing like a baby.

"My tower, my decision. We are not keeping that thing. I am putting my foot down." Tony literally put his foot down and Pepper rolled her eyes.

"Excuse me, but this tower is 12% mine-,"

"- Will you never let that go, woman-,"

"And he is not a thing, Tony." Pepper looked down at the thing and Tony screwed his face up in distain. "We are keeping him. Final."

"Noooooooooooo!" the whine was so resonant that Tony was sure he had actually summoned the two assassins who appeared next to Pepper from the elevator. "It probably has diseases!"

"What has disea-," Clint stopped mid-word, his confusion giving way to a ridiculous grin at the thing. "When did we get a puppy?" he almost sang, dropping to his knees in front of the thing as his voice raised a few octaves.

Before Tony could even mock him, Natasha interjected. "What is wrong with you, Barton?" she said, moving closer to Tony, away from where Clint was rubbing the belly of the thing.

"You're a cute puppy, you're such a good puppy." Clint continued, ignoring his girlfriend.

"See, Clint likes him." Pepper boasted. "What do you think, Natasha?"

Natasha stood across from Tony and eyed Clint and Pepper's general direction with such distain that Tony thought she might physically be sick. "It's not even a puppy, it's a giant dog!And I think Barton's an idiot- oh for God's sake, Clint, stop letting that thing lick your face!"

"See, she get's it. Thing. Right, Romanoff. Thing." Tony gestured wildly towards the Russian.

Clint continued to let the thing lick him. Natasha twisted her face. "I am never kissing you again." She mumbled.

Pepper rolled her eyes and dropped the leash into Clint's hand, coming over to stand by Natasha. "But, Natasha, look how cute he is!" she nudged her shoulder slightly. Natasha's ridged posture failed to change, but when the Clint brought it over to her and the thing lay down over her feet, her expression softened slightly.

"No! No, Romanoff!" Tony cried, "You were my only hope, you were the only one who could have really said no to that thing living here, and who Pep would have listened to! No…" he trailed off in defeat, heart sinking when Natasha awkwardly patted the thing's head.

Natasha ignored Tony's pleas and instead looked to Pepper. "Will it shit in the tower?"

"No, he's house brok-," Pepper attempted to reassure her friend, but Natasha cut her off.

"Will it pee in the tower?"

"No." Pepper smiled slightly, sensing she was breaking the red head.

"Chew my stuff?"

"Nope."

"Chew Stark's stuff?"

"Er…no?"

"Can we train it to chew Stark's stuff?"

"Hey!" Tony exclaimed.

Pepper grinned, knowing she had succeeded. "You can train him to do whatever you want, Natasha."

"Fine." Natasha rolled her eyes at Clint's shit-eating grin. "The dog stays." She declared and Tony fell to the floor dramatically.

"Not dog, thing." But his rambling fell on deaf ears as the other three human's in the room began fussing over the dog. Well, Natasha just watched as Clint and Pepper fussed, but she wasn't kicking it, which Tony unfortunately identified as an indication that she didn't hate it.

Well, fuck. Tony thought. The Avengers have got a fucking dog.

"I hate you all." He pouted.