Canine Pack

A/N-So this is in response to my Prompt at Avenger Kink where I asked for a fill in which the Avengers were Phil's dogs. I cannot for the life of me write a long multi chapter story so I will instead try and write a bunch of mini fills.

There is a brief mention of Euthanasia and Animal abuse, but nothing will go into detail.

Disclaimer-Nothing in this story belongs to me. Except the plot. The character belong to Marvel and the breeds belong to their wonderful creators.

Edit 4/10- So, I realized there were more errors than I had realized. So I re-wrote a lot of it and even added some new chapters.

So I asked six different people to be my beta and I never heard back from anyone. I am sorry if there is still quite a bit of mistakes. I tried to read through it and fix it. Also if one of you is a beta, I would still love someone to help 8D

Also, I have been told a couple times, that a lot of people were thinking of Bruce as a Pit. It is even my head cannon that he is an advocate for the breed. And also people have asked why I picked some such unknown breeds, believe me it was purely coincidental, because I just went to Dog Breed Info and went through every purebred they had. Then tried to get as close to their personality as possible.

One last thing, then I will stop, I know very little about anyone but Tony. He is my absolute favorite character and have a pretty good grasp on him. The others, not so much. So I apologize if they seem a little ooc.

Ok, honestly the last thing. I know absolutely nothing about Phil Coulson's past. So basically I am making this up, and you might as well have consider this an AU.

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Phil had always been an animal lover, from dogs and cats to Birds and reptiles. Occasionally his parents had indulged him and let him have a hamsters and rats. He had a snake at one point, but after it got loose and was free for a week, his mom put an end to that.

But the one animal his parents had always put their foot down on had been the one he had always dreamed about. As the saying goes, every boy needs a dog.

Only he had grown up in a small apartment, one that did not except dogs. Then there had been the fact that his dad had been allergic and combined with the fact his parents never believed he had been ready; well Phil had just accepted that he would have had to wait until he moved out.

Only life had other plans. At eighteen he had joined the army and never had any time for a dog. It had been during the service that he had met Nick and it had been because of that man that he had been become an agent of SHIELD.

While SHIELD had certainly allowed plenty of time and resources for owning a pet, Phil had decided to advance his career first.

It hadn't been until he was in his 40's, married to his job, and living alone that he had finally remembered that promise he had made to himself almost thirty years ago.

Which was why he had quickly signed up as a foster parent. His longtime friend Mark, was an Animal Control officer and had been working for the Humane Society most of his life and had encouraged Phil. Had said that a lot of dogs need more hands on help to get adopted.

He had been fostering for only a couple years when Mark came up to him and asked if he would like to check out the two new dogs that just came in.

Clint and Natasha was as a package deal. Their story had been a rather common one for a lot of dogs living with older owners. Or so Mark had shared with him.

Their owner was an older gentleman who had lived by himself with only had a flock of sheep and his two Sheepdogs as company. When the man had passed, the family had been given the responsibilities of sorting his affairs including finding home for all his animals. The sheep had been easy, adopted by a neighboring farm.

The two dogs had been more difficult. After days of chasing them across the fields, animal control had shipped there to the nearest shelter. Which had been where Phil had met Clint and Nat.

Both dogs had been deemed unadoptable because of how anti-social they were when they had arrived.

Phil had only been fostering dogs for a couple years when he had come across the two dogs. Mark had mentioned they had just received a Greek Sheepdog and a Sarplaninac, too not well known Sheep guardians.

The plan had only been to only check them out. But when Phil had set his eyes on them, well Phil had known they were meant to be his.

The male was the bigger of the two, standing at 29 inches tall. He was a reverse Brindle and White Greek Sheepdog. A breed well known as a proud hard working Sheep guardian. Great with working in packs, but only loyal to his master.

The female was smaller, only around 23 inches tall. She was a solid sable colored Sarplaninac. A breed known for preferring its sheep over its family. Despite its small statue, she would never hesitate to confront adversaries three times her size.

Even knowing this, Phil never even hesitated to ask Mark to give him a shot. Had begged his friend to give him a month to try and socialize the dogs, get them ready for adoption.

That had been the plan anyway. By the time his month was up, Phil was in love. Clint had quickly warmed up to Phil and was a constant companion. He still spent most of his time checking out his surroundings. And seemed to have replaced sheep with Phil. It took a while to convince Clint that he didn't need protecting.

Natasha on the other hand was the complete opposite. While she was friendly, she was the definition of aloof. Preferring to spend her days laying around either his back yard, or if he was at work, then his office.

Both dogs had been quickly welcomed at SHIELD after it was revealed that they would not be a bother to anyone. Clint would occasionally wander the halls and beg treats of the agents, but he never caused any disturbances and the director had looked the other way.

A little over a year late, Mark had called and asked him for a favor and to stop by the shelter. When Phil had arrived, he had been led into the back of a shelter. The runs had been empty for all but one. In it was a lone hound. A black and tan male that was continually jumping up and down barking his head off.

Mark had informed him, the dog's name was San Antonio or, Tony. Tony had been a regular for several years when he had been dropped off as a puppy. His first owner had been Obadiah Stane who had bought the puppy for hunting. The pup was a stubborn one though and soon Stane had given up and dropped him off at the shelter. Over the next three years several families had adopted him, but quickly realized he was too much of a handful.

So at Five years old, he was at the end of his rope and Mark had called Phil as a last resort. His friend had hoped, that since Phil had transformed Clint and Natasha, he could help Tony become the best dog he could.

Quickly won over, Phil knew he had to think of his other dogs. The first thing he had done was find out as much as he could about the Greek Hound.

The internet had informed him that these slowly maturing dogs are surprisingly swift and powerful for their size. They are Brave, outgoing, intelligent and sometimes inpatient, but also known to an independent breed.

The next thing he had done was introduce the three dogs. This was the one thing he had truly been worried about. While Clint and Natasha were not dog aggressive, at the same time Phil would never trust them alone with other dogs.

To his great surprise though, Clint and Tony got along like a house on fire. Natasha, while more reserved, seemed to tolerate the hyper hound.

Several weeks later, his pack of two soon became a pack of three.

Thor had been a complete surprise and a happy accident. One that had happened on a walk. They had just got off work and like every day the first thing they do is go out long enough to spend Tony's endless energy.

In retrospect, Phil should have been more observant, but it had been a long stressful day and he had been tired. He had just been thankful Thor wasn't aggressive. A dog his size could have really done some damage. Especially since Phil knew Tony would never have back down.

In any case, one minute all four of them had been walking through a quiet neighborhood and the next a big brown dog was face to face with Clint. The stranger was maybe in inch shorter than Clint, but made up for it in muscle.

Quickly he tried to get the pack to turn away and hope the stranger would lose interest, but before he could even tug on the leash, Tony took a bounding leap and landed straight on the strangers back.

In that moment, Tony's life flashed before Phil's eyes and he was already mapping out the nearest animal hospital. It had been pointless through, becausethe giant Stanger just plopped on to the ground and the two dogs were soon in a friendly wrestling match.

Seeing as the giant was friendly, Phil had looked for an address on the collar and led all four dogs to the house.

The plan had been to drop the dog off and yell at the owner about not keeping a better eye on their dog. Unfortunately the house was completely deserted and so Phil was resigned to bring the dog back with them.

Loving dogs as much as Phil did, did not necessarily mean he wanted four dogs, and as much as Phil was falling in love with the stranger, he kept hoping that someone would call and pick up the wayward pup.

No one did through and almost six months had passed before Phil had accepted his fate as one of those people who seem to collect dogs. Not that there was anything wrong with them, Phil had just always imagined himself with one dog, not four.

At any rate, as soon as he had realized the stranger was here to stay, Phil knew he needed to come up with a name. His neighbors were starting to stare whenever he yelled out 'Time to come inside, dog!'

It was with that thought that he started asking around for names. Most of his neighbors had cutesy every day names like Duke or Prince. Hill had suggested General or even Major; she came from a very military background. It was his friend Jasper who gave him the name Thor.

Over the past six months Thor had already wormed his way into the pack, so when it had become official, not much had changed.

He and Tony still loved to rough house, he and Clint still held contests on who could catch the most squirrels; so far Clint was winning, and he and Natasha still patrol the area together.

An old pal of his from the army had once mentioned he saw a program once about the USSR and how they had created this breed that combined the German shepherd and the Carpathian Wolf, they had called it the Czechoslovakian Wolfdog.

It had crossed his mind when he had gone to visit that friend and had been greeted by the sight of a fully functional kennel full of the Wolfdogs. When he had gotten the tour his friend had explained how he was a fully license breeder in a contract with the US army. He explained that these breeds are as Intelligent and hard working as the German shepherd, but is more independent and better suited to working without a human behind him.

He had went on for hours about great this breed is, but needed the right owner. So when Phil was handed a tiny very sickly dog, to say he was surprised would have been an understatement.

The ten month old puppy had been small for a breed that go up to a little over 50 pounds. His coat had been dry and lanky and his nose and eyes would not stop running. He had fallen in love with the pup at first glance, but then his friend told him this particular pup had been too much sickly and though his friend loved all his puppies, the army would have never taken this dog.

He had begged Phil to take the dog. Apologized for putting Phil in this situation. Phil had known he should have said no, known he should have been thinking along the lines of, there are already three dogs at home, he doesn't need another one.

Instead he had packed the puppy in the car, and introduced him to his pack. Phil had always been a big comic book fan and his absolute favorite had been Captain America, and when he had seen the small sickly puppy had been brought into his life, he had promptly named him Steve.

While the health issues had given Phil the idea for his name, he had later realized just how well that name had fit. Even as the smallest and youngest of the group, he had quickly became the mom.

Had been great at always settling the fights before Phil was able to. He had been great the best at keeping Tony entertained. Had been the one to finally bring Nat out of her shell.

Thor though had been Steve's absolute favorite. Those two would spend hours playing in the yard. Could always be found curled around each other on cold nights.

Both Clint, Natasha, and Tony had all come from the shelter. Had been in some ways abandoned by their families. Thor had come upon him by chance and Phil never found out his story. And Steve had been a gift from an old friend who was looking out for one his puppies.

Bruce had already had a home and a family and a big back yard. When people had asked about Bruce, that's what Phil lead with. He didn't mention the fact that he had been beaten so much, it had taken years for Phil to be able to scratch his head without the dog flinching. Bruce never really was able to be convinced it was ok to jump on the couch and if anyone had raised their voice, Bruce was gone and hiding under the nearest surface.

Instead Phil told them that he had belong to General Ross, had been a present for his daughter Betty. That what Betty had later shared with him, Bruce had been a happy playful puppy, but still a hunting breed and needed room to run and a job to do. But Betty, being a little kid, never really understood that and so it had been up to her parents. Only her mom wanted nothing to do with the dog, and her father had always been gone and never had time.

So, much like Tony, he had become hyper and misbehaved. Unlike Tony, instead of being abandoned, he had been beaten until he stopped acting out.

It was shear chance that Phil had found the dog or his family. Happening once again during a walk; where by chance he happened to pass the general's house. And happened to see said General beating said dog.

He never went into detail, because no one really had wanted to know, but he admitted it happened in a flash. One minute he was face to face with the man yelling about animal rights and the next, all six dogs were in his house with the newest cowering in the corner growling at anyone who came near.

It had taken days but he had been able to get Bruce into the car and into the vets without much of an incident. Luck had it that his vet had been a great lover of rare breeds and told him, the minute he arrived with Bruce, that he was a proud owner of a Stabyhoun. A great family dog/hunter. That these dogs are devoted and loving and very tolerate of people.

Most of the time, Bruce had been a very loving dog. Got along great with Tony and slowly got accustomed to the other four. But on those rare occasions, when a couple of his pups started playing to rough or someone who he didn't trust came to visit, Bruce had become a whole new dog.

If a table or bed wasn't available, he would have placed himself into the nearest corner, trying to make himself as small as possible. At first Phil had tried to calm Bruce down himself, assuring the boy he was fine and showing him there was no danger. But as time went on, he realized that Tony was the only thing that truly calmed the terrified dog down.

He would crawl right up to Bruce, wrap himself around him and lay there as long as it took. Phil had been shocked to see his crazy hound suddenly so calm and patient.

Those six mismatched dogs will forever hold a place in Phil's heart. Even when he remember all the stress it caused him. The fights he had to break out. The three walks he had to fit in his already busy schedule so Tony and Bruce would stop bouncing of the walls.

That's the end of this chapter. Like I said, this is going to be a bunch of mini chapters about the lives of the canine avengers. Please let me know if you want to see something specific. Or even If you see something I need to fix. This is of course un-beta and done whenever I had a free minute. So there is probably a lot of mistakes.

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