this is why i shouldn’t browse my gdocs:

gyzym:

I just found a document called “UNDERDOG TO THE RESCUE (we’re not really calling it that)” which, god help me, I think was the setup for a fic where the Avengers adopt a puppy that siriaeve and I talked about writing one time.

No, really.

Sooo, since I don’t actually remember what the plot of this was supposed to be or what Siria and I talked about, and the last time I looked at it was MONTHS AGO, let’s call this WIP amnesty or some shit. Please help yourselves to Steve Rogers, A Puppy, and Tony Stark being very Danny Williams about his pizza.

“It’s a dark and stormy night,” Steve says, when Tony answers the phone on the second ring. “I just want you to know that.”

“You called to give me a weather report? That’s sweet,” Tony says. “Y’know what’d be less sweet, though, is if you’d called to complain about being on recon duty, since I told you—seriously, how many times did I tell you, like ten, eleven times, I told you to pass that off. I said ‘Give it to Clint!’ I said ‘Make Natasha do it!’ And you were all ‘The burden of leadership, Tony, is occasionally stepping up to the plate,’ or whatever, so it’s not my fault if it’s a dark and stormy night, that’s all you.”

“Are you done now?” Steve says, smiling a little despite himself. “Because if that’s guilt I hear, I’m not calling for that.”

“You’re not?”

“I wanted to know if you’d eaten,” Steve says, rolling his eyes. He ducks down an alley, shoes squelching, in the hope that the fire escapes might offer a little cover from the downpour. “I’m done with the thing, thinking about dinner; I thought you might want me to bring you something, since I didn’t figure you’d want to go out in the weather. So, you know, stand down.”

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