|With you|Tony Stark x Dog!Reader|2|

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“What do you mean about ‘therapy’?” Tony asked down the phone.

‘You're not improving Mr.Stark, plus you deny to get out of your house.’

“Oh come on, I'll come more often, I don't want some damn nurse coming to my house everyday.”

‘That's what I guessed you would say, we’re going to set you up for dog therapy.’

“Whoa what's this dog therapy?”

‘We’ll be giving you a dog to keep you company, like a friend.’

“Oh.. That seems ok.. But what kind of dog would I get?”

‘You’ll have to come down and fill a few forms and we can get you any breed you want.’

“K, I'll come down later today to get these filled, about 2 to 3 ish.”

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“Thank you for coming down here Mr Stark.” The doctor shook Tony's hand, then sat down in his chair by his desk as Tony sat opposite him.

“We just need you to sign a few things then we can go down the road to the pet shop and get you your dog.” The doctor continued, pulling out papers from a pile, passing them to Tony who had grabbed a pen, signing every line he was told to.

“Thanks Mr Stark, I'll get a nurse to come with you down to the shop.” He stood from his chair, walking from the room, leaving Tony to mess with a few things on his desk before a nurse walked in, dressed in black jeans and a oversized grey and white baseball shirt, short dark blonde hair with some red hidden under the fringe

“Let's get going then Mr Stark, I'll be helping you get a dog, or a puppy, either.”

Tony nodded, following behind her as she exited the building.

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The bell rung as she opened the door, holding it open for Tony who uttered a small ‘thanks’.

“Hey, Becca you're back, how’s your dog?” The shop owner asked the woman who I was with,

“He’s doing fine, still need to find time to train him tho.” She replied back, “anywho, I'm here to get Tony a therapy dog or puppy, anyone he likes really.”

“Sure, I'll show you around Tony.” The shop owner said, coming out from behind his counter, guiding Tony around the various glass cages holding breeds of dogs.


READER POV


‘Ack, get away from me you vile pup!’

You rolled on the floor, attempting to get away from the husky pup attempted to fight you, you continued to hit him in the face with your tiny paw, you heard footsteps approaching, you saw three upside down figures.

‘There's people, I need to see them!’

You yelped as the husky ran off, stepping on your tail, rolling back over you glared at the husky pup, grabbing yourself up as you watched the brown haired man’s eyes look over the sea of pups against the glass, you sat behind the crowd by a few feet.

‘No point trying to get closer to the glass, it's a death trap, especially for my weird tail..’

You glared back at your own tail, as it whipped around with a mind of its own, it was about double the size of a normal pups tail, you watched as the brown haired man’s eyes stayed on your (eye colour) eyes, you saw him point a finger at you as the shop owner climbed into the glass cage.

He picked you up from your chest, holding your butt as well.

‘I don't enjoy how you hold me human.’

He passed you over to the brown haired man, he stared down at you, sadness radiating in his eyes, you cuddled closer to his chest, attempting to make him happy.

He rubbed his hand on top of your head.

‘You're a nice human, you seem emotionally upset. I can help you..’

“I’ll take this one.” He announced, rubbing a few fingers under your belly, you tilted your head to the side, your right ear flopping around.

“I can help you with training, if you need it Tony.” The woman with blonde and red hair said, “My pup would always want a new friend.”

Tony nodded, smiling, they exchanged ‘numbers’ on a tiny square like object before leaving, ‘Tony’ carried me back to his shelter, which was a huge ass building.

‘Oh god, please tell me we’re on the bottom floor’

He walked over to the elevator, opening the door, pressing the 64th floor.

‘Crap I dislike you now human.’

He placed you down on the elevators floor, you ran around the small area, head butting the door slightly, you heard your human chuckle from your odd behaviour, the door opened as you rushed out, bored of the steel interior of the elevator.

Your human sat himself down on the sofa, you followed him, attempting to get your small body onto the huge sofa.

‘Assist me human!’

You growled slightly, pulling on his pant leg until he put you on his lap, stroking your back.

‘Aah, thanks human.’

“Mhh I should name you.. (Name)?”

You dug your face into his chest, cuddling closer to him.

“I think this therapy is working..”