#(oh I forgot to mention when he pressed accept call he accidentally hung up on her and that’s what pushed him over the edge. but still)

[pepprs]

sure would appreciate it if my parents wouldn’t have violent sudden outbursts of anger??? lol

[duhliriouss]

A Pawn & A King Chapter Three

If you haven’t already, please read the previous chapters listed below before continuing:

Prologue * Chapter One * Chapter two

A/N: Hello everyone! It’s finally out! Yay! I also started to make my own gifs. The one you see above is the day Arthur meets Sophie. I am following the timeline of the movie to match my story. So this gif is the same day that goes with the beginning of this chapter. I will be doing this for all future chapters. I believe it will really set the mood for what’s going on! Enjoy ❣️

Story Summary: Y/N had lived her whole life in Gotham being unappreciated and disgaurded. With no family and an abusive roommate to rely on, Y/N doesn’t have much of a choice to resign anywhere else in the city. Yet she keeps on giving naively until her decent into madness and her meeting of the Joker.

Chapter Summary: Y/N finally escapes her apartment to go out for coffee with Arthur. They learn more about each other in a rather different approach.

Beta Reader: @pcrushinnerd , you did a great job on proof reading this. Thank you so much ❣️

Warnings: mentions of assault and self harm, Family Trauma, swearing, so much FLUFF but contains quite a bit of angst.

Word Count: 3,733

Chapter Three:

The air hung heavy with the thrill on your rash decision that transpired just seconds ago. Arthur had left right after your phone call to come get you so you didn’t have to walk alone to…well, wherever he was taking you….

 Coffee

 Though he never said where. The flashes of excitement that coiled throughout your body made you not mind so much. You put out your cigarette in the fake crystal ash tray on the nightstand and placed the phone back on the wall. You stood up, the sun sinking past the window with golden shades of yellow dancing across the bedroom, instantly making your way over to the rickety sliding doors of the closet to pick out what you were going to wear. You were still wearing your work pants and just a bra. 

 You desperately started to go through your cheap selection of clothes, moving the hangers frantically. Your eyes lingered hesitantly on a dark blue ruffled halter dress with long sleeves that exposed your upper chest and shoulders; It was cute, simple enough to save your innocence. You took it off the pole, tossing it on the bed before discarding what you had left on. You quickly got dressed then rushed to the bathroom to wash your face and touch up your hair. Your old makeup from the day now washed off, you looked back in the smashed mirror to take in the bruises that had darkened around your face. You could still hear the broken glass--but this time it was a melody of shards to the already formed scar on your damaged hand. 

 It was hard to shake off this feeling. It was hard to forget and pretend like this wasn’t hurting you so deeply within. You could handle bruises. You could handle scars. But you were beaten. Discarded… Forgotten. And you only answered by beating, discarding and forgetting yourself. You took a deep breath to release your disturbed thoughts, reaching out to your box of makeup. You covered everything you could. Still staying with the unusual dark purple eyeshadow to blend in with your bruised eye. 

 Knock knock knock 

 Blood rushed to your ears. 

 “Coming!”

 He was finally here. And you were going to do this. You took one final approving look in the shards of your reflection before running to grab everything you could for your date. 

 Was it even considered a date? You weren’t sure if Arthur was even attracted to you. 

 Maybe he’s just wanting to get to know me and be friends because we run into each other so often? 

 Your insecurities were getting the best of you as you struggled to make sure you had everything you needed before leaving the apartment. 

 You shut off the radio that still played on the floor and grabbed your usual black coat and purse. You were getting nervous now by the second. You took a deep breath then opened the door…and there he was. His gaze went up to you as the door opened. He watched as you stood there frozen and out of breath for just a second with your hand still on the side of the frame. He was wearing his tan jacket with his hair slicked back again like it was when you saw him at your appointment. You noticed he was staring back at you without saying anything, which forced you to be the first to speak as you came back to your senses. 

 “Hi….” Your voice was barley a whisper. 

 “Hi…you um - you look wonderful, are you ready?” 

 You let out a nervous laugh 

 “Thank you…um…yes I am” 

 The building suddenly felt quieter. Only then could you hear the soft commotion throughout the building. People walking up the metal stairs far down the hall, a door opening probably on the floor below. You were both so nervous and it was incredibly obvious between the two of you. Blood rushed to your rosy cheeks; you were clearly unsure on what to do or say next. This oddly made Arthur more calm however. 

 You were thankful as Arthur took the lead, reaching out his bent arm, displaying a warm crooked smile. You hesitantly reached with your left arm, intertwining it with his own. You looked up with a timid smile, a slight nod of your head before turning and using your free hand to close and lock the door. Arthur led you down the hallway in silence as you pondered on what to say next. 

 “So…Arthur, where are you taking me tonight?” You looked up at him as you spoke, taking in his side profile as you both stopped at the elevator door. He looked down at you now with the same smile as you pressed the elevator button. 

 “I thought we agreed on coffee?”

 A small giggle left your lips. “Well of course, I knew that! I meant like…where?” 

 “Oh, sorry.” His free hand dug into his silky brown locks along with a nervous laugh. “I was thinking we could go to this place called Jittery Joe’s. It’s right down the block. It’s actually right in the middle of both of our apartment buildings.” 

 “Oh yeah I walk by it a lot but I’ve never went in. Sounds nice.” 

 Sounds nice? Come on Y/N get it together…. 

 “Yeah, it is nice actually. I think you will really like it.”

  Your heart fluttered to his words as you watched his smile grow a tad more confident as he began to nod his head adorably in agreement. The elevator finally halted to the main floor. Your arms were still entangled as the each of you rhythmically stepped out of the elevator doors into the main lobby. You took this time to dig into your coat pockets with your free hand to grab your cigarettes. You couldn’t feel them as you let go of Arthur, excessively padding all over to see where they were. 

 “ Hold on! Shit, I think I forgot my cigarettes! “

 All you could hear was Arthur’s giggles as you continued your search through your bag now. Digging past crippled up receipts, quarters, pens and chapsticks. You halted when you heard the sound of a lighter flicking. You turned to face Arthur who still giggled at your ditziness only to find him lighting his own cigarette, passing it over to you. 

 “Here. Take this one.”

 “Thank you….”

 You reached up gently to pinch the end of the cigarette, accidentally brushing his fingers before bringing it to your parted lips. You blushed to the slight contact as you took your inhale. You actually blushed even more when you noticed Arthur didn’t take his eyes off you while you took your drag. You looked back down at the cigarette as you pulled it away from your lips, fidgeting it in your fingers in attempt to try and hide the heat that you felt hit your cheeks. 

 “Winstons…my father used to smoke these.” 

 “Yeah? Did he quit?” 

 “Who knows….”

 “Oh.” 

 You looked back up to find Arthur looking back down at you thoughtfully. His warm green oceans studied yours as his mind wandered to how else he could relate to you. The only thing he wanted to know in this short moment was how many other things there was that you both shared. 

 Is she more like me than I had first anticipated?

 His beautiful smile made your breath catch in your throat. You could see that his mind was pondering about something as his eyes held a twinkled dew in them, looking in at your own. You were close enough again to see how the crows feet beside his eyes returned for you, yet you were still embarrassed by the fact you accidentally moved the conversation into something that was probably too soon to talk about. Besides, you still didn’t really know each other too well….

 It was clearly not something you were comfortable yet speaking about so you quickly cleared your throat, looking back down at the cigarette in between your fingers as you shuffled your feet to try and change the subject. Arthur took the hint and entwined his arm with yours again to encourage the both of you to begin walking again. You accepted his respectful gesture gratefully. You needed fresh air at this point anyway.

 You both walked again in comforting silence. It was almost dark now outside and the chilling breeze felt good on your skin at first, but it was still raining from the night before. You reached into your bag and pulled out a black umbrella that you had stolen from Harvie since you didn’t own one.

 “Let me?” Arthur’s voice cracked as he used his free hand to place his cigarette between his lips to reach over for the umbrella. 

 “Sure, thank you.” 

 You smiled bashfully as you handed the umbrella over to him. Your smile then turned into giggles as you watched Arthur begin to struggle to find the button to pop it open.

 “It’s right here….” 

 You placed your hand boldly over his then guided his fingers to where the button was. Arthur instantly moved his gaze from your hand, to you. You didn’t notice until you realized he wasn’t pressing the button even though it was placed in perfect position. You looked back up at him only to find him staring right at you. His smile grew almost into a smirk. You smiled back. Your eyes locked for what felt like minutes, letting the raindrops engulf the both of you. 

 Say something, anything. You haven’t spoke in so long why are you being so shy now! 

 Arthur watched as you struggled beneath his gaze. He watched as your little nose scrunched up and your eyebrows furrowed together tightly. He huffed out a laugh at your adorable timidness. It was strangely making him more and more confident and he loved it. It was so very new to him. 

 Why is he laughing at me? 

 “Why are laughing?” you asked quietly, clearly afraid that you have done something stupid. 

 “You don’t even have to say anything to be so…” irresistible, he thought “…fascinating.” 

 The flowery shade on your cheeks grew brighter and before you could say anything else, Arthur turned and clicked the button on the umbrella, making you jump slightly in response. You both giggled as he covered the both of you from the rain and continued your walk to the coffee shop. 

You leaned in to each other tightly for the rest of the walk. Making small talk but mainly strolling quietly, listening to the sirens and dog barks from the other apartments you passed. 

 The door jingled as Arthur let you go In first. He flicked his cigarette to the ground and closed the umbrella before following behind you, keeping tabs on every detail of your body language. 

 Jittery Joe’s was a small restaurant; serving comfort food, baked goods and essentially coffee. From the outside you couldn’t tell, but It was designed almost like you were walking into a more opened up bus. Definitely car themed which was hard to tell with all the Thomas Wayne posters and newsletter fliers everywhere. Dark red stools which looked like they used to be bright and flashy at one point scattered in a line in front of the main counter.

 Arthur half skipped to pull out a seat for you, opening his palms to take your coat and purse. You handed your items over to him and took a seat. Music played quietly in the background mixed with clattering mugs and plates. 

 Arthur took his seat next to you, raising his hand anxiously to get the attention of the waitress behind the counter. She came over with an annoyed sigh. Arthur turned to you in a polite manner to signal you to order first. 

 “Hi. Could I just get a regular coffee? A little cream and sugar, please,” you asked politely 

 “And you…Arthur?” The waitress asked impatiently. 

 “The usual, please.” 

 “I see a lot of people in my day, I don’t have time to remember your ‘usual,’” she almost spat. You instantly snapped your head up to the waitress in astonishment. You looked over to Arthur who didn’t really seem bothered by the absolute disrespect she was giving him. 

 He cleared his throat. “Sorry ma’am--black with lots of sugar.” He kept his eyes down as he spoke. 

 Without another word she turned around to go make your coffees. You watched in disgust until she was out of sight in the back kitchens. 

 “Wow, that was insanely rude,” you said gently to Arthur, twisting the stool to face him, your knees slightly touching his as he turned to face you as well. He still kept his gaze down. 

 “I’ve seen worse. I wouldn’t worry about it “ 

 Your lips and eyebrows sunk downwards more. Was he treated this way a lot? You have heard some of his stories when you had group sessions in Arkham State Hospital years ago. So it made sense why he would feel this way at this point. 

 His attention was now focused on pulling his pack of cigarettes out of his tan coat pocket again. You subconsciously took this secret opportunity to stare at him. His hair wasn’t as slicked back anymore. You were both still wet from standing in the rain so little strands of his hair trickled down his face with little beads of water at the tips. Your (y/h/c) hair did the same but clung to your face a little. 

 He finally looked up at you with a slight, tilted smirk. He knew you were watching him with a rambling mind. It was obvious by the fact you never responded to him. You realized this as he reached his pack over to you with a Winston pulled slightly out for you to grab. You swallowed hard, feeling caught in the act as you reached over and grabbed the cigarette. 

 “Thank you…” you mumbled as you placed it between your lips. 

 Arthur reached over again to light it for you. 

 “You’re welcome,” he cooed. 

                 -Background Music-

( Everybody Plays the Fool - The Main Ingredient )

  It was silent except for the music that played in the background as the waitress finally came over with your coffees and placed them down. You didn’t bother to even look at her but watched as Arthur gave her an awkward smile with a whispered thanks. You smiled at that. You both sipped your coffees in sync, still silent besides the music that you tapped your foot to:

 Falling in love is such an easy thing to do

 Your eyes kept locked as you took your sips. Placing your mugs on the counter in unison. You didn’t know what was going on. But there was this electricity in the air that was about to bite any second. You both took another drag from your cigarettes. 

 How can you help it when the music starts to play 

 And your ability to reason is swept away

 Arthur’s gaze went down to your tapping foot. He tapped the rim of his mug with his fingers to the beat. He looked like he was thinking deeply before he started to huff out a small laugh.

 “What’s so funny?”

 “Nothing. It’s probably stupid….”

 You straightened yourself out, looking more deeply into his dilated pupils. “Say it.” 

 “Do you want to dance?”

 “In a coffee shop?”

 “Yeah, I know. It was stupid, forget I asked….”

 You looked up over Arthur’s shoulder to take in your surroundings. You were the only two customers in the building. Your eyes flicked over to the waitress who was leaned against the counter, distracted with headphones on her head which were connected to a Walkman. You usually would be too embarrassed to do such a thing in public. You couldn’t tell what it was, but something was making you feel very audacious. 

Was it Arthur’s energy? Your past few days causing you to lash out in an unusual way? 

 Your eyes flicked back to Arthur. 

 “I would love to.”

 Arthur’s head snapped up to meet your gaze. His lips parted slightly in bewilderment, quickly turning into a wide smile. He tossed his cigarette into his coffee, letting out a few more excited laughs, nodding his head as he stood up straight, his arms stick straight. He got up so fast that the stool almost toppled over. He quickly grabbed it and fixed, pushing it in then turning back to you; who was still sitting. He was nervous. And so were you. 

 He shakily reached his arm out for you to grab. You couldn’t stop smiling as you took a deep breath and grabbed his hand. This was your first time dancing with somebody. And unbeknownst to you, his first time as well…other than with his Mother, of course.

 He pulled you up swiftly and started to walk backwards, leading you to the middle of the restaurant. As you got into position, looking in each other in the eyes, the song ended. 

 You both looked down and began to laugh. Hands still clasped together. You looked up again at each other, both with tears in your eyes from laughing so hard. 

 “We’re not very good at this, clearly,” you said between your giggles. 

 “I have an idea,” Arthur quickly announced before turning around and walking over to the jukebox that sat in the far right corner of the small restaurant. He pulled out a few quarters and placed them in the machine. He replayed the same song. He turned around and shed his coat, tossing it on the counter. This caught the waitress’s attention finally. She watched as Arthur strolled gracefully over to you in just his gray vest and dark tan jeans, taking your hands again. 

 You looked over and watched as she rolled her eyes and took her leave to the back kitchens. 

You focused back on each other now. You felt frozen. Your feet felt glued to the floor as you kept your eyes on Arthur’s. He sensed your insecurities. 

 “Just relax. I’m a good dancer you know.” 

 “Oh really?” you couldn’t stop giggling for the life of you. “Why the same song?”

 “Dancing with you to this song is all I was thinking about. I wanna make sure it happens…” his voice sounded dead tone serious but his smile was still so giddy, matching your own. 

 There was space between the both of you, enough to fit another person. He gripped both of your hands steadily and began to move your arms in and out, bringing you into a rhythm, then moving side to side, dipping your bodies left to right. Your legs finally began to move to match his own. It was slow at first. He finally brought you in, your chests against each other. One arm bent together and the other stretched out with his to the side, dipping up and down. He twisted you then spun you, letting go of your left hand then bringing it back again. Your pace began to quicken. Your laughs grew louder. 

 He twisted and spun you again, creating a routine. But before you knew it you were dipped, letting your wet (y/h/c) brushing against the dirty floor. You both laughed even louder as he brought you up again and spun you around, bringing your back against his chest and swaying you back and forth.

 It definitely wasn’t a graceful song to dance to. But that’s what made it so hilarious. He was still behind you as his hands moved to the backs of your arms, taking control of them and pulling them from side to side. 

 He used every quirky move he could just to hear the sweet sounds of your laughter filling this dreary restaurant. You’ve never seen Arthur act so goofy. You didn’t even know he had this side to him. You’ve never felt so alive. Nothing mattered right now. Your past, your future, your surroundings were completely irrelevant in this moment.

 Your back still stayed against his chest. You leaned your head back against his shoulder, keeping your eyes closed as the music started to die out, letting both of your laughter die down as well. Arthur still swayed a little with you as he took this time to look down at you. He was so close to you and he couldn’t believe it. This was the closest he’s ever seen your delicate skin, every feature of your dimples, the little baby hairs on your cheeks. 

 He looked even deeper to the maroon lipstick on your lips. He dragged his eyes up slowly until they reached your closed eyelids. Your dark eyelashes were a blanket over your darkened bags, still fluttered shut as you hummed against his chest. He stared at the bags under your eyes even closer. It looked strange to him.. like makeup? 

 He studied all over your eyes now at the dark purple eye shadow. The rain must have washed a lot of the eye makeup off. His eyes flickered all over your face now as he began to realize they were bruises, lots of them. It was not just makeup. 

 His muscles tensed as he leaned forward more to look at your bare chest since you were wearing the halter dress. His eyes fell to the multiple other bruises that littered your collarbones. 

 How could I not have noticed? he thought 

 “Y/N,” his voice was stern

 “Yes?” you answered gingerly, keeping your eyes closed. You were completely oblivious, still lost in the moment. 

 “Y/N, please stop and look at me.” You felt the air change immediately. The chill In his voice causing you to finally snap your eyes open. You brought your head back up and turned around to face him. 

 “Arthur... what’s wrong? Was it something I di—”

 “Are you safe at home? “ he interrupted you

“What?” 

“Just please.. answer me honestly, it’s okay. I promise. Now tell me…please, did somebody hurt you?”

“Yes….” 

 “Who was it?”

“...It was Harvie. And myself….” 

[ratwrites]

Dog Days :REQUEST:

Requests.

Masterlist.

Request by Anon: can you make an animal version of captain america???

Summary: Instead of being frozen for 70 years Steve is found by a group of Hydra agents. They want to turn him into the perfect soldier but instead turn him into a lab rat. They accidentally turn Steve into a dog. He escapes the Hydra base and makes his way back to civilization. After a few months of wandering around he is finally taken in by none other than the Stark family. If only they knew that their dog was Steve Rogers.

Warnings: Cursing, very brief NSFW for literally like a few seconds. 

Pairing: Some form of Stony or Superfamily lmao

Word Count: 3,308

A/N: I’m not sure this is what you were looking for but this kinda popped into my head and I couldn’t shake it ;; Also sorry it took FOREVER

Ice. Cold. Cold. Ice. Ice. Freedom! Warmth. Blinding lights. He woke up abruptly to find an artificial light shining down on him. He tried to move, but his hands and legs were restrained and he was far too weak to break free. “The Captain is awake! Quick! Get the doc!” Someone yelled, in a language that Steve understood slightly. He was suddenly surrounded by strangers their hands grabbing his arms and legs. Another man entered the room standing tall over Steve. He knew that face.

“Welcome back Captain.” His accent was thick and hard to understand in Steve’s current state. Steve opened his mouth to speak, but his throat cracked uncomfortably. He hadn’t realized how much he wanted something to drink until he tried to speak.

“Relax Captain. Everything will become clear soon,” the man purred. Steve flinched as something sharp poked into his neck. Everything became fuzzy. The grip on his body was released.

“Rest Captain,” Was all he remembered.

Steve woke up with a start as hands ran across his golden fur. He raised his head and glanced toward the direction the hand was coming from. He perked his ears slightly as the sight of his friend, Tony. He let out a soft yip as Tony stood up and walked away. He’d watched Tony grow up. He’d do anything for Tony. Steve stood to his paws and stretched letting out a wide yawn. “Tired boy?” Tony asked, pacing around his lab. Steve let out another soft yip. He padded over to Tony nudging against his leg with his head. Tony said nothing as he walked away from Steve. Steve followed with a prance.

Tony picked up a few things from the other side of the lab and walked back to where he had been. Tony was always working. Steve walked around the lab taking in the scents around him. One scent caught his attention. It was new. Steve stuck his head forward and sniffed guiding himself to the smell. It made his mouth water. He found himself at the base of one of Tony’s large storage cabinets. He pressed his nose against the lowest one the scent flooding his nose. He pawed at it. “Steve!” Tony called, making him jump slightly. Tony let out a chuckle and walked over to him.

“I can’t hide anything from you can I?” He opened the drawer and pulled out a silver bag. The scent followed the bag. Steve looked up at Tony and sat down.

“Don’t you do it,” Tony warned. Steve let out a soft whine and pulled his sad face. His ears hung low along with his head. He let out another whine as he stared up at Steve with his stunningly blue eyes.

“Dammit Steve,” he sighed. He opened the bag and pulled out a strange brown and red strip. It looked like bacon, but it didn’t smell like It. Tony dropped the strange food onto the floor and walked away. Steve jumped up and smelled the strip. After clearing its safety he snatched it from the floor and crunched it swallowed it down. He licked his lips in satisfaction. He walked back to Tony who hid the silver bag out of Steve’s reach. He whined.

“No more,” Tony said, looking down at him. Steve sat down next to Tony. He listened to him work and watched him. Steve’s ears perked as the door to Tony’s lab opened. He jumped up and raced to the door letting out a bark of happiness at the sight that entered.

“Hey Stevie!” Peter grinned, crouching down to pet Steve. Steve licked the boys hand happily accepting the pets.

“What are you doing here kid?” Tony asked, walking over to them.

“Uh- you asked me to come here after school,” Peter said, continuing to pet Steve. Tony let out a sigh of frustration.

“Damn, I forgot.. Sorry kid,” he sighed. Peter waved him off letting him know it was okay.

“Give me an hour or so-” Tony paused. “While you’re waiting, take Steve for a walk for me? He could use a good walk.” Tony asked. Peter’s face lit up. He stood upright.

“I’d be honored,” Tony rolled his eyes and walked away.

“Collar and leash is in that box,” Tony said. Peter moved quickly to the box and Steve followed. He sat down and allowed Peter to clip the collar around his neck. Peter held the leash in his hands.

“Come Steve!” He chirped, leaving the lab. Steve looked back at Tony briefly before following Peter.

Steve walked smoothly next to Peter his head raised high taking in the smells. Everytime he went out there were new smells to take in. The loudness of New York still hurt his ears, but he was getting used to it. “Want to go to the park?” Peter asked, looking down at Steve. He let out an affirmative bark stepping ahead of Peter slightly. Peter giggled and walked along with him. He enjoyed walking with Peter. As much as he loved Tony, he rarely took him out, not to mention that when he did he tended to pull too much on the leash.

On the way Peter stopped at a hot dog stand buying himself one and just a hot dog for Steve. He held the piece of food down to Steve. “Don’t tell Tony,” he smiled. Steve gently took the hot dog from Peter’s hand and scarfed down the evidence. They set off again for the park.

Once they’d reached the park Peter took a seat to give his legs a rest. With a simple command Steve laid down next to the bench. His tongue hung from the side of his mouth as he panted. A few people came by offering him pets. He accepted each of them with a soft yip. “Stevie, wanna play?” Peter asked, in a playful voice. Steve jumped up to face Peter his tail wagging wildly. Peter unclipped the leash and tied it around his waist. He walked away from the path and under the nearest tree. Steve stayed up by the bench and watched Peter in anticipation. Peter picked up and stick and held it high of his head. Steve prepared himself to chase it.

As soon as the stick left Peter’s hand he lunged after it. He took off and retrieved the stick. They repeated this a few times. Steve picked up the stick and turned back toward where Peter was standing. Shock stunned his body for a moment. A tall man stood talking to Peter. He could see Peter’s discomfort. The man’s face seemed familiar to him.

He tried to struggle against the bonds holding him. The table had been turned upright so that Steve could see the room around him. Lining one of the walls were cages filled with different kinds of animals. One caught his eye. In a cage at the bottom of the stack was a golden retriever. Its beautiful fur was cut short and he could clearly see cuts over the dog. It sickened him to see the animals is such poor condition. The door in front of him opened revealing the doctor he’d seen earlier. “Who are you?” He growled, pulling against the restraints on his wrists.

“That isn’t really necessary information, but if you must know, my name is Doctor Fischer,” he said, calmly. Steve recognized that name.

“Hydra’s number one DNA scientist,” he growled, lowly.

“Ah, so you do know who I am! It is an honor that the great Captain America knows me!” He said, sarcastically.

“Let me guess, you’re going to turn me into a frog,” Steve retorted. The doctor frowned.

“Oh on the contrary Captain, I have better plans for you,” he grinned, wickedly.

Steve jolted back into reality panic and anger washing over him. His eyes locked on the man and he ran toward him. He began to bark loudly baring his teeth in a snarl at the man. It made him take a step back. He let out a threatening growl backing the man away from Peter. “Steve! Steve down!” Peter yelped. Steve continued to growl his teeth still bared.

“I’d listen to him, dog,” the man said. Steve didn’t budge.

“Steve! Down!” Peter yelled. Steve finally closed his mouth and stepped back toward Peter. His fur was raised in defense.

“I’m so sorry, he’s never done this before,” Peter said, reaching down to pet Steve. The man looked down at Steve.

“It’s perfectly fine, I’m sure he’s just being protective of his boy.” Steve let out a soft growl leaning back against Peter’s legs.

“It was nice chatting with you young man. Take good care of- Mr. Rogers.” With that the man walked away. Peter crouched down and petted Steve.

“That guy gave me the creeps,” he muttered, running his hands through Steve’s golden fur. Steve returned to his happy self and licked Peter’s cheek. He clipped the leash to Steve’s collar and stood up.

“We should go.” Peter stood up and Steve followed as he began to walk.

Peter removed the leash and collar from Steve’s neck and placed it back in the box where he’d gotten it from. Tony was nowhere to be found. Steve stayed next to Peter as he wandered around the lab. “Cool!” Peter chirped. Steve watched as Peter went toward one of the tables.

“I see you found the new web-shooter,” Tony said, making both of them jump. Steve pranced over to Tony and nuzzled his head against his leg. He reached down and scratched Steve’s head.

“Mr. Stark! You’ll never guess what happened on our walk!” Peter squeaked, racing over to him. Tony tilted his head.

“So, we were walking right and we stopped and had a snack-” Tony scowled. “Anyway! We got to the park and we were playing fetch and this random old guy walked up to me and started talking to me about Steve. He was telling me how apparently he used to own Steve or like he created Steve or something and- and Steve practically attacked the guy!” Peter rambled.

“Whoa whoa, slow down Peter,” Tony said, holding up his hands. Tony glanced down at Steve who seemed content on watching Peter.

“It was so weird Mr. Stark. It was like Steve could feel what I felt toward the guy. He creeped me out,” Peter said, slowly. Tony’s mind reeled with ideas. “Peter, what did the guy look like?” Tony asked, curiously.

“Uh- tall, old, gray hair, had a weird scar across his forehead, and talked with an accent,” Peter answered. Tony frowned and walked toward one of his computers.

“Why?” Peter asked.

“Friday, show me our wanted list,” he said.

“Yes sir.” Pictures of different people appeared in the center of the room. Tony scrolled through them. Steve’s gaze landed on the man. His fur rose as he let out a low growl. Tony looked at Steve who was now stalking toward the picture with his teeth bared.

“That’s him!” Peter said, pointing at him.

“Doctor Calvin Fischer. He is- was a Hryda Scientist back in the day. He worked with animals mainly, trying to blend their DNA together to make new species,” he explained. Peter’s eyes widened in shock.

“It was said that he died years ago, but he’s been seen around,” Tony added. Steve kept his teeth bared.

“It’s odd that Steve is reacting to this man.. There is no possible way that he owned Steve. That would make Steve at least 30 or 40 years old,” Tony said, confused.

“When he left he called Steve something weird,” Peter said, quietly. Tony looked at him.

“He said take care of Mr. Rogers,” Peter said. Tony stared blankly at Peter for a moment.

“Rogers… Rogers?” Tony said. “Why would he call him-” Tony froze, his eyes widening.

“No way…” He gasped, in disbelief.

“What is it Mr. Stark?” Peter asked, approaching him.

“Steve, Steve Rogers,” He glanced at Steve who’s ears perked at the name.

“Wait- you mean Steve Rogers as in Captain America?” Peter gasped. Steve barked loudly and jumped slightly on his paws.

“When they found his plane they said that he wasn’t in it. They found signs that someone had been there before them..” Tony muttered, his eyes locked on the golden dog who was staring up at him.

“It can’t be possible..” he said, in disbelief. Steve barked again, approaching Tony.

“Your dog is Captain America, the Captain America!” Peter squawked, bouncing excitedly.

“Oh my God I’ve been feeding Captain America hot dogs,” he gasped, pressing his hands against his mouth.

“Peter!” Tony snapped. Peter fell silent.

“It isn’t possible. I’ve had Steve since I was a kid,” he said. Peter gave Tony a confused look.

“If you’ve had him since you were a kid… Then how is he still alive Tony?” Peter asked, calmly. Tony didn’t answer. He looked down at Steve again. Steve was still staring up at him. He crouched down in front of Steve and looked into his blue eyes. He’d always had a human look in his eyes. “If you are really Steve-” Tony paused. Steve sat down and scooted a little closer to Tony his ears perked.

“No, this is crazy,” Tony stood back up. Steve let out a loud bark that made Tony jump. He watched as Steve ran off to a hidden part of the lab. He returned dragging the Vibranium shield barely clenched in his jaws.

“Is that- his actual shield?” Peter freaked. Tony nodded.

“My father wanted me to take care of it,” Tony sighed. Steve dropped it down at Tony’s feet his paw resting on the metal. “And Steve..” He added, lowly.

Peter could barely contain his excitement. “We’ve got to figure out a way to change him back!”

“If he is actually Steve Rogers,” Tony added, doubtfully. Steve let out a soft growl.

“I’ll see what I can do..” He walked away from them and started working.

“You can take the web-shooter with you when you leave kid,” Tony added, glancing over his shoulder. Peter wanted to argue, but he knew it wasn’t going to end well. Steve whined as Peter gathered up his things and left the lab. Tony walked back over to Steve and took the shield from under his paw. “I’ll be needing this,” he said, walking away again. Steve padded after him and sat next to him while he worked.

Night fell quickly as Tony worked. Steve had taken his place on the dog bed which rested in the lab. His head was rested neatly on his paws with one ear cocked up. He stared down in disbelief at the dog. He’d been raised with the fluffy golden retriever, it was almost impossible to think that the man his father had been so determined to find had been under his roof all along. He let out a frustrated sigh as his experiment results came back negative. He dropped down into his chair with a heavy sigh. “Friday run more diagnostic tests, figure out what I did wrong,” he grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose. A soft huff made him lift his head. Steve’s head was raised and his eyes met Tony’s. He sighed again and patted his leg. Steve stood and padded over to him. He sat down and rested his head on Tony’s knee. He stroked the dog’s head.

“What am I doing Steve?” He asked, watching as his fingers gently brushed through his golden fur. Steve let out a soft huff in response.

“Sir, I think I may have found something that will help us fix the Captain,” Friday said, drawing Tony’s attention away from Steve.

“And?” Tony asked.

“I’ll start making the serum right away sir,” she replied. Tony said nothing as he glanced back down at Steve. If this really was Captain Rogers, part of Tony didn’t want to change him back. Part of him couldn’t bare to let his dog go and replace him with a man that stole his father from him. He sighed again.

“I guess we’ll see, won’t we boy?” He patted Steve. Tony stood up.

“I’m going to try and get some rest, notify me if anything happens,” Tony ordered.

“Alright, goodnight sir,”

“Goodnight Friday.” Tony began to leave the lab quickly noticing that Steve hadn’t followed. He glanced back at the dog who was still sitting in the same spot his ocean blue eyes locked on Tony.

“Steve, come,” Tony called. Steve didn’t budge. He sighed walking out of the lab. Ever since he was a kid Steve had slept in the same room or the same bed as Tony. It drove his father mad because the golden dog refused to sleep anywhere that wasn’t near Tony. He chuckled at the memory. He walked to his room and slipped inside closing the door partly behind him. He left it cracked in case the golden dog decided to join him. He didn’t bother changing his clothes as he slipped into bed yawning. He made himself comfortable one of his hands falling on the empty space next to him. He pulled his hand away from the spot and curled up, letting sleep take him.

“Mr. Stark.” Tony jolted awake at Friday’s voice.

“What is it?” He groaned, rolling onto his back.

“I completed the serum and.. I think you should go to the lab-” she paused. “And bring some clothes with you,” she finished. Tony let out a sigh and rolled out of bed. He stretched as he stood before wandering around his room to gather some clothes. He managed to find a gray t-shirt, black sweatpants that were too big for him, and a pair of black socks. He trudged from his room and down the hall to the lab. The door unlocked with a soft click.

“Friday, why was the lab locked?” He asked.

“I think you should see for yourself,” she answered. He rolled his eyes and pushed open the door. His eyes went wide at the sight in front of him.

The figures bare body was turned away from him.

“What the shit?” Tony gasped. The figure turned to face him and Tony’s mouth dropped open in shock.

“Who are you? What’s going on? Where am I?” The man asked, swaying on his feet. Tony was glad that he was standing behind one of the tables.

“Easy Cap, what’s the last thing you remember?” Tony asked, carefully stepping toward Steve.

Steve gave him a warning glare.

“Where am I?” Steve snapped.

“You’re in New York; Avengers Tower to be exact,” he answered, taking another cautious step toward him.

“I’m not here to hurt you Steve,” he added, holding the handful of clothes out as he came to stand on the other side of the table. Steve took the clothes and quickly slipped them on. The pants fit perfectly unlike the shirt which was a little tight.

“Who are you?” Steve asked, taking a step back.

“Tony Stark,” Tony answered, taking a step back as well. Steve’s face was wracked with confusion.

“Are you related to Howard Stark by chance?” Steve questioned. Tony nodded in confirmation. “I’m his son,” Tony pointed. Steve’s brows knitted together as he frowned.

“How? Where is he?” Steve finally moved toward Tony.

“Howard Stark died in a car accident in 1991,” Tony said quietly. Steve’s expression quickly became more confused.

“I- I don’t understand..” Steve stuttered.

“It’s 2017,” Tony said, cooly. Steve stumbled back collapsing down into the nearest chair. Tony moved to Steve.

“You alright Cap?” He asked, gently touching his shoulder. Steve nodded hesitantly.

“C'mon Steve. You Need to rest. Tomorrow we can work on repairing your memory,” Tony said. Steve was hesitant but nodded again. He stood and allowed Tony to help him from the lab. This was going to a difficult transition, for the both of them.

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