The Soldier and the Wolf

Chapter 32

I felt the blood from the wounds run down into my eye and drip onto the ground. I kept my one eye shut because it stung badly, but I was still able to see. Heavy scents of gas and fire filled the air, and now I wasn't a big fan of the whole smelling. I stared at the hanger a little longer before walking back to the little battle grounds we have created. Giant Scott Lang was gone, and not far off I saw Wanda lying on the ground, and the robot guy was hold in her. I overheard the robot guy, who Wanda called Vision, apologizing.

Then I paced forward more, and I found my vest lying there. I didn't really think things through when it came to clothes. Farther up ahead I could see the jumpsuit that I wore was torn to shreds. I walked up to it and pushed it around with my snout. Shit, my other clothes are in the parking garage. I stared at the tattered clothing for a bit longer before continuing on. I hung my head down, causing blood to run down my about and drip off my nose. I wonder how bad it looks. I thought myself. It'll probably heal in a few days, but it stings like hell and I bet it's super raw. A loud jet noise snapped me away from thinking about my wounds and I twisted my neck to look behind and up at the sky. My eyes followed the quinjet as it appeared from the hanger and sped across the sky. I walked slowly, following the quinjet. I kept my neck up at the sky and watched the quinjet as it got smaller and farther. There they go. Good luck. When I thought they were finally free to go, Rhodes shot into the sky from out of nowhere and chased the quinjet. Oh, god it's not over. Wanda was down so she couldn't stop them. I looked around frantically and my eyes landed on Sam, who was brushing some spot of his suit. Sam! I barked at him. Sam, Rhodes is on them! He stared at me, trying to figure out what the hell I wanted. I threw my neck up at the sky repeatedly, trying to signal for him to look. Finally, he understood what I wanted him to see and he blasted off the ground and flew after Rhodes, who was chairman the quinjet. Not long after though, Stark got up in the sky as well. I wanted to help, but I can turn into a dog, not a bird. I watched the sky with my one eye, examining what was happening. Stark shot at Sam who shot at Rhodes's. I watched as much as I could, but eventually they got to far even more me to see. Crap. I hope they make it.

I decided to leave that whole sky fight alone and I continued to walk to the main battle grounds, which was now laced with broken airplane parts, crushed crates, and flames that were just starting to die down. We destroyed a whole airport. I sat in a clearing and looked around. I saw Peter lying on the ground with mask half off and his hand on his side. Scott was in the middle of a destroyed airplane, just lying there. And then I saw Clint collecting all his arrows that weren't destroyed in the fight. It wasn't over for Steve and Bucky, but it sure as hell is over for us. I stared down at my paws. In between them was a very tiny puddle of blood. What do we do now? What do I do now? I'm kinda stuck like this. My side where the King had torn into my skin had started to sting and ache as well. I looked at my side and saw that my fur was all matted in blood. I looked around to make sure no one was watching before twisting my body around to lick the wounds. I mean...dogs did it all the time, so I didn't think it would be weird. My tongue ran against my fur, and the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. It was awkward grooming myself, but I didn't have any hands to actually stop the bleeding, so this was the next bat option.

      "Wow, my teachers never covered this in the evolution unit." I pulled my head away from my side and sat up straight. I had my ears flattened to my head and my tail bushed out. Then I just realized that Peter had gotten up from his spot and was walking over to me. Oh it's just Peter. I calmed myself down and stared down at the ground.

       "You can't talk when like that, can you?" He sounded like a five year old. I abruptly shook my head. "So did you get bit by like...a radioactive wolf? I mean, I got bit by a spider so I was thinking maybe..." I shook my head again to signal no. "Oh, okay. Well, you did good. Mr. Stark says I have to leave now though, so I'm saying goodbye. You are the only one that's actually cool with me coming up with them, and I didn't want to be rude." I rolled my eyes and stuck up my paw in front of him. He looked at it, then at me confused, then at my paw again. Then his face lit up when he figured out I wanted to shake his hand. "Ohhhh, you want me to shake your hand." He grabbed my paw, but he could barely wrap us hand around it. He tried to make it worked, but then he just made a fist and held it in the air. I have a little whine and bumped the top of my paw on his hand. Later kid. I woofed and J watched him as he limped away, still keeping his armed wrapped over his side.