Spider-Man meets Spider-Dog
"Peter, it's past your curfew, should I enable the Dream Factory protocol?" Karen asks Peter.
"No no no no no no!" Peter panics as he webs up the last Fisk thug and with a frown due to Wilson Fisk getting away again. Peter looks around for any more thugs but seen nothing and he shoots a web, taking his leave.
"Peter judging by your expression, you seem upset," Karen points out, "May I ask why?"
Karen was curious. That's new.
"Well, Fisk got away while he sent his thugs to do the dirty work for him," Peter grumbles and stops on the ceiling, "I don't like Fisk being free, Karen, It's equivalent of letting an evil godfather... Godfather!"
Peter laughs at his own comparison and Karen as she does, alerts him of something, "Peter there is something behind the garbage can a few feet from you."
"Huh?" He asks as he looks around and sees a figure clambering in the trashcan. His Spidey-sense wasn't making a big deal about the figure so he was taking his guess that he wasn't involved in any danger. Yet.
He jumps down and was two inches away from the garbage can when he noticed a tail. He walks slowly, not wanting to disturb the animal and he saw a dog. The dog was black, short fur with patches, a bunch of scars, and was eating leftover food. "What kind of breed is the dog, Karen?" Peter asks quietly.
"It appears to be a Staffordshire Bull Terrier, Peter," Karen supplies, "Would you like to know fun facts about the Staffordshire Bull Terrier, Peter?"
Peter shakes his head and it seems that the Bull Terrier found Peter. Instead of attacking or even barking, the dog trots and takes a whiff of Peter. Looking around, Peter takes off his mask and smiles at the dog. "Hey, little pup," Peter speaks and even though the dog looked to be an adult, the dog was a pup to Peter. "Sorry, but I need to know what gender you are."
"The Stafford seems to be a girl as she has pups in her belly."
Peter coos, "She's gonna be a mom! I'm going to name you... Nat? No, that's weird." Peter sits and thinks of names as the dog puts her head on Peter's lap. Peter didn't mind, "How about Odie? From the Garfield show!"
Odie seemed to be content with her name and instantly, the dog was no longer her name but instead her name was Odie! Peter was extremely pleased, "Let's take you to my apartment, I can't let May see you or she'll flip." Peter grabs Odie and carries her on his back.
As he walks home, he thinks about Odie. She needs to have an owner, right? Odie didn't have a collar but she seemed to be obedient, nice even. Was she in a pound? Peter huffs, "Karen, can you do a search on any missing Staffordshire Bull Terrier in Queens or Brooklyn?"
"Yes, I can." Karen answers to Peter and while that, he puts Odie down as he sees a backpack. One of the old ones Aunt May bought! Whenever May bought a bookbag, She would put clothes and money for him in case he needed it ("For emergencies, Petey!"). Peter would always say that she exaggerates with the clothes but for once, Peter was thankful that she did that.
He jumps and sticks to the wall to climb and easily retrieves the bookbag from the web that he put. He goes back down (slowly as to not scare Odie) and changes into long pants, a shirt, and a jacket. "Come on, Odie, we gotta buy you food and stuff."
Peter walks to the nearest store and walks in. It was late from what Peter can see. Not much customers and most aisles were closed except for about five. No one seemed to care that Peter had a dog with an unusual amount of patches and a stinky stench. But Peter was grateful that they didn't care. After all, they had an alien attack.
He walks to the pet aisle and looks at the money. He had forty dollars and some change. He could definitely buy Odie her food, soap, maybe even a collar with some sparkles. Peter was internally delighted that he was shopping for a dog. Smiling, he grabs a bag of dog food and then he thought about the puppies, "Crap, you're eating for like five." Peter says and looks at the bag of dog food before grabbing a bigger one.
"Well, I hope you like..." Peter looks at the bag, "Veggie flavored mini biscuits."
Odie didn't seem to be bothered with the flavor. So Peter goes and grabs the dog shampoo and conditioner. "I hope this makes your patches no longer, Odie." He whispers, "Man I really should've gotten a cart, would make things really easier."
But he was far from where the carts were so he'd have to manage. "Odie, how many pups are you expecting?"
Odie just wagged her tail.
"That's amazing," Peter says in awe.
He looks around, "Want a collar?" He asks Odie.
Odie didn't reply.
"Okay, so we won't get you one?" Peter asks and heads to the cash register. As the worker scanned his three items, Peter gets a phone call. He grabs his phone and sees his Aunt May. Crap.
He picks up, "Hey May!"
"Pete," May yawns, "Listen, baby, I'm so so sorry I have some bad news."
Peter frowns, "Tell me?"
"I got a promotion!"
Peter laughs before rolling his eyes. Of course, his aunt would do that, "Congrats Aunt May! What are you now?"
"I'm the supervisor of F.E.A.S.T.!" She says her voice extremely loud, "Can't you believe that?!"
Peter grins widely as the cashier told him his total. Peter just hands him the two twenties before continuing, "I can't May! Congratulations! Oh my god!" As he was being handed his things, He walks out with Odie at his side, "I'm so happy for you May, holy shit."
"Young man," May scolds, "Donate to the swear jar! Anyways, Peter, I'll be home in about an hour, go back to sleep you have to do training with your mom tomorrow plus you have to take the tapes to her."
Shit. Peter thinks. He forgot he had to do that tomorrow. "I will-"
Odie barks.
"Huh?" Aunt May sounded puzzled, "Was that a dog? Pete-!"
"No! It's a movie! uh, Wonder Pets!" Peter rushes with his words, "I gotta go to sleep, I love you! Bye!" He hangs up and inhales. He forgot the landowner has a fee for animals. With a frown, he walks with Odie.
"Hey, if you can talk, don't worry about me telling the government," Peter says to Odie, "I'll keep it a secret. Between you and me." Peter makes a gesture that his lips are sealed but to Odie, it was just something that humans do.
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"So," Natasha looks at the dog and her son. Natasha would say that she's too tired to deal with this, but she was used to the tiredness. Part of superhero work and personal work, "You have a dog, Named her Odie, she's expecting, you want to keep her here because of your landowner, and you have a box of tapes to persuade me to make her stay here?"
Peter shakes his head frantically, "No! no! no! no! I just need Odie to stay here until I find her a suitable home or pound for her and her pups!"
"You have a big bag of dog food and hygienic products for Odie, Pete."
"That doesn't prove anything," Peter said stubbornly.
"You named her Odie."
"Odie is a good name."
"She could have a disease."
"But she doesn't." Peter whines.
"How do you know?"
"Because I love her, that's why."
Natasha rolls her eyes with affection. She didn't like dogs. Scared of them as they used them in the red room but Peter seemed to grow attached to Odie within hours of knowing her. Natasha almost frowns at the fact that someone was probably looking for Odie.
"Did your A.I. find anything?"
"No," Peter says with false sadness.
"Peter, you do realize dogs are high maintenance, right?" Natasha asks to see if Peter knows, "Not only is she a grown dog that you probably got from the streets, but she has pups and probably isn't vaccinated, and dogs require attention."
"I know," Peter states matter-of-factly, "Uncle Clint can teach me about taking care of dogs! He has a dog, too!"
"Lucky the pizza dog, is in the animal hospital," Natasha replies with a frown and before Peter can say anything, she cuts in, "He got shot and thrown into the street by one of Clint's enemies."
Peter tears up, "Is Lucky okay?"
Natasha nods, "He's getting surgery as we speak, Pete, but we are not getting lessons from Uncle Clint about taking care of dogs as Lucky is too ill to even demonstrate and Clint is just being... Clint."
"What does that mean?"
"Clint doesn't care for himself at times Peter." Natasha supplies, taking a sip of her tea, "He lost his hearing by fighting some guy named Clown and he drinks coffee with his cereal."
"But everyone does that."
"No Peter the milk is substituted with coffee," Natasha said with an amused smile, "You can keep Odie, you can bring her to let her play with Lucky but we're not getting lessons on taking care of a dog from Clint."
"Booo," Peter jokes and sits on his mom's lap, "The tapes are for you, you do know that right?"
Natasha shakes her head, "No, I honestly didn't think about Richard saving your life on these tapes. It's weird." Natasha can remember wanting to be apart of Peters' life so badly that she was willing to drop everything so she can see Peter and raise him along with everyone. But for some reasons, he was stated as deceased. Natasha regretted not searching further.
She watches Peter with his biological webs (it was weird but also painful for Peter which is why he used web shooters) haul the box over to where they were. "Dad wanted to record everything for you, mom. Not for me, not for Mary, not even for whomever he knew in that Oscorp lab. But, for you."
Natasha lets another smile grow. Did Richard really do that? If it wasn't for the Red Room, maybe she could've grown close with Richard. "Peter, the sun is rising, don't you have somewhere to be?" She asks.
That's when Peters' eyes grew like saucers and he got up quick, "I gotta get to May's apartment!" He gives Natasha a kiss on the cheek and runs to the window putting his mask on, "TAKE CARE OF ODIE FOR ME!"
And with that, Natasha looks at Odie, "Wanna watch some family videos?"