Oscar
It was all Darcy’s fault really. And Jane’s. And Thor’s.
Darcy was the on to buy the damn thing in the first place. Jane was the one to offer to watch it when Darcy’s grandmother got sick and she absolutely had to go take care of the old woman. And Thor was the one who decided now was the time to whisk Jane away to Asgard to meet the parents. Leaving the little…thing with the remaining Avengers in the tower. Unfortunately there weren’t that many Avengers present at the moment. Tony and Bruce had gone to some science-y expo. Nat was away on a mission. Steve had gone MIA, isolating himself away from the others since Peggy’s death. And who knew where Betty and Pepper were right now. That left Clint to deal with the…thing.
“It’s just a puppy, Clint,” Jane said, dropping the round ball of white and black fur into his arms. “It’ll be fine. Just give him some water and food tonight, take him for a walk, and play with him for a little. He’ll probably pass out soon anyway. Thor got a little carried away with him earlier. And Tony and Bruce will be home tomorrow.”
The archer sighed, staring down into big brown eyes as the puppy cocked his head curiously at him. Jane took that moment to rush out and join Thor out on the helipad before he could argue further.
Clint moved to the living room, dumping his charge on the couch before flopping down himself. He glanced down at the fur ball as it made itself comfortable against his thigh, stretching out before yawning and dropping into unconsciousness almost instantly.
He chuckled, scratching the dog behind his ear, “I guess you’re not so bad,” he checked the metal tag dangling off the dark blue collar, “Oscar.”
The next day Clint decided he really was a dog person as he and Oscar ran away from a shrieking Tony who had just found a doggy do-do in the boot of one of his suits.