Damn, the little scamp had worked his magic fast. Not even Ghost could resist those big brown puppy dog eyes. But that wouldn’t work on this merc, no siree. It’d take more than a baby animal to win over Taskmaster’s nerves of steel.
As if on cue, the dog craned its head back to look at Taskmaster, its ears flopping up as it stared at him innocently.
Welp.
“S’pose not.”
The dog was awfully cute. It wagged its tail happily as Ghost scratched her fingers through its fur, pawing at the air. And hey, it’s not like it was his place it was gonna be pissing and pooping all over. God he hoped it was potty trained.
“I take it this means I should go grab some puppy chow? Unless you inexplicably have some hidden away for some god-forsaken reason. I know you like to be prepared, but I’m calling bullshit on you expecting something like this.”
“Could use an extra guard around,” Ava tried justifying, despite the fact that the puppy clearly had done nothing to prevent the vehicle it was stowed away in from getting stolen and was clearly already siding with its captors. No instincts at all! She gave it another glance over, checking inside its mouth and ears to be sure the dog wasn’t some sort of plant, which resulted in her fingers playfully being nipped. “See? He’s quite vicious.” To which the puppy yipped in agreement, still squirming excitedly until Ava plopped him back on the ground.
“The peanut butter chocolate powder sugar chex mix?” Ava had made it with Cassie a few years back, remembered getting really impatient with the process, and the results were kinda lumpy, but the snack was pretty good. Even if ‘puppy chow’ seemed like an odd name for it. “Nah I know they can’t have chocolate, but I should have…” Ava glanced around to locate the puppy, sniffing around in the fallen leaves covering the footpath toward her hideout, before it squatted to pee nearby where Taskmaster stood.
She snorted, spun on her heel, and headed right back through the door. Before remembering that the puppy couldn’t do the same, unlocking all the bolts and finally pushing it open with a roll of her eyes. “Still don’t see why you can’t just copy that,” she gestured him in. “Uh, come here… boy…?” she stared at the dog, who stared back, before patting at her thigh and then it quickly bolted past Taskmaster to get inside first.
“Make sure he doesn’t chew on any wires, I have my… canned food storage in the underground bunker.”
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