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“Uh, he is not my dog,” Clint looked back up to the vet. “I found him in the street. He kind of saved my life.”

“Really?” the vet turned wide eyes on Clint. “That is amazing.”

“I was thinking, when I dropped him off earlier, they said that the dog did not have an owner.”

The vet nodded, bring up the records on her computer. “Yeah, there are no owners on record. So he will be taken to the local shelter, where he will have to wait to find a family.”

Clint looked down at the dog, who was looking up at Clint. The dog had lost one of it’s eyes, and looked like it had four different breeds in it. No one was going to adopt him.

Clint  shook his head, eyes still on the dog. “No.”

“No?” James turned to him with a frown.

The vet looked down at Clint, confusion evident on her face. “No?”

“No. I will take the dog home with me. Adopt him. Everything.”

“Sir, are you sure?”

Clint rubbed the dog’s neck again, nodding, before looking up at the vet.

“Definitely.”

“Okay, I can set that up for you. Are you sure you can look after a dog?”

“I grew up in a circus.” Clint winked at the vet. “I can look after a dog.”

“You grew up in a circus?” James asked. He had not known that.

Clint looked over his shoulder. “Yeah, I did. I will tell you about it later. Promise.”

“A dog,” James shook his head, moving off the chair to sit beside Clint. “A dog that you rescued.”

“Nah,” Clint shook his head, looking back at the dog. “The dog rescued me.”

“As part of the adoption papers,” the vet spoke again; Clint and James turned their attention to her. “I need to list a name. Now, the dog did have a tag; his name was Arrow.”

James burst out laughing, turning to the side so that he could cover his face.

Clint kept his laughter to a couple of huffs, turning a sheepish smile to the vet. “Sorry about him. Uh, yeah. Might change that name.”

“Any ideas?”

Clint looked at the dog, remembering how lucky he was that the dogs had decided to save him.

“Hey, I am far from the perfect model of what a girlfriend should be.” Daisy smiled, reaching across to hold one of Wanda’s hands. “And I know that you can’t always tell me what is wrong.” At that, Wanda bit her lip, almost as if she was trying to stop herself from speaking. “But I just want you to know, that I am here for you. No matter what is the matter.”

Wanda nodded at that, offering Daisy a small smile as she squeezed Daisy’s hand. She took a drink of her hot chocolate, savouring the mouthful, before looking at Daisy again. “As a member of the Avengers, there are so, so many different things that I am unable to tell you. So many things. I would like nothing more than to tell you everything that bothers me, but it just is not possible. I am sorry.”

Daisy shook her head. “You have nothing to be sorry for. You were an Avenger before you met me. Hell, it is because you are an Avenger that we had the opportunity to meet. I would never want to come between you and being an Avenger.”

“You are much too kind to me. Honestly.”

Daisy shrugged, giving Wanda’s hand one last squeeze before letting go to cup her mug. “Hey, at least I know how to do that part.”

Wanda laughed. “Yes, yes. Definitely. So, how are things here?”

Daisy shrugged a shoulder, waving a hand through the air. “Oh, you know. You are looking at the new muscle for Team Alpha.”

Wanda clapped her hands together. “That is awesome Daisy!”

“Yeah, I am not going to lie. It kind of is. Me and Bobbi, kicking ass and getting the job done.” Daisy sighed, a smile on her face. “I love my job.”

“The two of you definitely make a great team. Having fun?”

“You know it.” Daisy tilted her head, looking at Wanda. “So, Bobbi can be a bit of a control mum, but she means well. It is nice, fighting with her at my back. We know that we both look out for each other. It is nice. But that is not what you want to hear about.”

“And what is it that I want to hear about?”

“You want to hear about how we pranked the great, the legendary, Bobbi Morse.”

Wanda’s eyes widened, her mouth dropping open. “You did not.”

Daisy nodded, smile wide. “Oh yes, yes we did.” Daisy leant back in her seat, taking a sip of her hot chocolate while smiling at Wanda. Wanda pouted, leaning forward over the table. “You can not leave the story there!”

“Yes I can,” Daisy smirked, tipping her cup towards Wanda. “I can do anything I like.”

Wanda continued to pout. Eventually, Daisy put her cup of hot chocolate down, and leant forward towards Wanda.

James followed Jan to one of the couches, sitting next to her. Lucky came over to sit by Jan’s feet.

“Hey Lucky,” she reached down to pat the dog, smile never falling from her face.

“How are you so…” James trailed off, not finding the right word.

Jan looked back at James. “You’re asking how I can possibly be so awake at such an early time, aren’t you?”

James nodded. “Yeah, I thought I’d be the only one up.”

Jan shook her head, taking a sip of her coffee. “No, I’ve already run five kilometres this morning, updated my three blogs, had a shower, and designed a new dress.”

“Uh, that sounds like a lot of work.”

“It sounds like a lot of work, but it isn’t really.” Jan lent forward like she was sharing a secret. “See, I update the blogs while running on the treadmill. And the dress came to me in the shower, so it was a quick sketch when I was out.”

“Still, pretty impressive.” James paused to drink some of his coffee, before thinking of something to say. “ What kind of dress, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Jan’s face lit up; she put her cup on the table in front of them, and jumped over the back of the couch and went to the kitchen. She reached into what James assumed was a cutlery draw, and returned with a tablet.

“What was that doing in the draw?”

Jan smiled as she typed on the tablet, watching James. “This is a Stark Place; there’s probably a tablet for every square foot of space.”

“Uh, wow.”

“I’ve known Tony since we were kids,” Jan continued to talk to James while typing on the tablet, without looking down. That was a pretty impressive skill. “You’ve only just met him, so you won’t understand some of his… quirks are the best word. Yeah. Trust me though; Tony is a great guy.”

“I never doubted it.”

“Good.” Jan turned around the tablet, holding it in one hand as she grabbed her coffee. “Tadaa! A Van Dyne original.”

James, who was impressed with the design, looked past the tablet at the name. “Van Dyne? As in…”

“Janet Van Dyne, Designer to the stars!” Jan smiled, lowering the tablet and nodding. “Yes, it is I. Are you one of my followers?”

“No, I mean, yes. Yes, I follow your design blog. But… I’ve worn your designs before.”

“What?” Jan put down her coffee, leaning forward to look at James. “When?”

James put his own coffee down, pushing his hair out of his face. “I’m, huh. I’m a model. Paris ‘15, that was your debut in Europe? I wore the three piece with the yellow accents.”

Jan’s eyes went wide, and she began typing on the tablet again. This time, her eyes were focused on the tablet.

“Hey James.”

James looked up, and offered Tony a wave. “Hey.”

Tony looked at Jan before looking back at James. “You broke Jan. Nobody’s done that in a while.”

“I didn’t mean to?”

Tony held up a hand. “Not a problem.” Tony walked into the kitchen, while Jan turned the tablet around.

The tablet was showing a picture of James in the suit, standing next to the other models for the show. Jan was standing in the middle.

“Yeah, that’s me.”

Jan nodded, eyes still wide.

“Jan?” Tony returned with his cup of coffee. “What’s up?”

Jan turned the tablet to Tony, who squinted at it.

“This clears up nothing.”

Jan hit Tony with the tablet, causing Tony to retreat to another couch.

“I’ve worked with him!” She finally spoke, gesturing to James. “Last year! In Europe. You were there! You took this photo”

“Jan, you have worked with hundreds of people. It’s not your fault you don’t remember. No offense James.”

“None taken.”

“Not the point!” Jan stood up, pushing Tony’s shoulder as she sat beside him. “How could I not recognise him?”

Tony put his coffee down, before it got spilt. “It’s okay Jan. Not a problem.”

“Not a problem he says,” Jan shook her head, before picking up a pillow and hitting Tony with it. “It is a problem!”

“Jan, honey, please stop,” Tony spoke, but didn’t seem to try too hard to stop her. She eventually stopped, dropping the pillow and collapsing dramatically onto Tony’s shoulder. “There you go.”

“But I forgot him,” Jan sighed.

“I liked the dress. Very modern. When will it be debuting?”

Just like James predicted, this caused Jan to sit up and fly back over to the couch. She picked up the tablet, pointing at parts of the dress and explaining each to James.