Marvel Imangines

Messing with Magic - S.W

Anita's POV

All I heard was barking. Rough, frantic barking. I put down my phone on got off my bed. Did someone let a dog in the house? Oh shit, Tony was going to kill them. I ran towards the sound. 

I walk into the the lounge area to find Loki sitting on the counter while a chocolate lab barks at his feet. Loki seems amused at the dog, smiling and chuckling. "Loki! Tony is going to kill you for bring an animal in the house!" I scold. The dog freezes, then spins around to see me. It's whole demeanor changes as it wags it tail, trotting over to me. 

"I'm sorry darling. But, there seems to be a mistake. This is any old dog....It's your brother." Loki explains. I freeze. 

"What!?" I yell, looking down at the dog. It was just sitting there, staring at me. His yellow eyes matched my brother's playful look. Holy shit it is him. "How!?" 

"I, uh, seemed to have made a mistake in a spell. I casted it just as Wilson walked into the room. I don't know how to undo it." He answers. My jaw dropped.

"WELL YOU BETTER FIGURE OUT HOW BECAUSE I'M NOT HAVING A DOG AS A BROTHER!!" I screamed, just was Steve walked in the room. He looked scared and confused. Sam sprinted Steve, using him to stand up on his hind legs. Steve smiled and patted the dogs head. 

"Mind explaining the dog?" He asks. I sigh. 

"That's Sam." 

"Why would you name your dog after your brother?"

"He is my brother." 

"Oh." Was all Steve said. I shook my head. 

"Sam, here." I commanded. Sam strutted his way over to me, glaring at me. I crouch down to inspect him. He was quite handsome for a dog. I boop his snout. "Actually, I could get used to this. I'm not hearing you run your mouth all the time." I say with a smirk. Sam playfully snap at me before barking and howling his head off. 

"Ugh, even his bark is annoying." Loki mutters. Sam growls at him. I stand up and turn to Loki. 

"You better find a reverse spell or something. Quick. You have two weeks, or else Thor will be an only child."  I threaten, before stomping off to my room, Sam hot on my heels. 

I shut the door as soon as Sam gets in. I huff. Sam walks around my room, sniffing everything. As a human, I never let him into my room that much. I collapse on my bed, pinching the bridge of my nose. This is just one more problem that I have to take care of. I felt something cold and wet nudge my arm. I pick my head up to see bright yellow eyes staring back at me. I smile and scratch behind Sam's ear. He starts panting. "What am I going to do? If Loki can't find a way to fix you, you're screwed, and I have to have a dog as a brother for the rest of my life. OR, at least yours since dogs has shorter life spans." I rant. Sam growls. I smirk. 

I heard a knock on my door. "Come in!" I call. A giggling Bucky entered the room. 

"Is it true? Is this him?" He asks, pointing to Sam. I nod. Bucky hunches over in laughter. Sam launches of my bed and bites Bucky's flesh arm. "Ow! Hey! Down, Fido!" He yelled, swatting Sam away. I roll my eyes. 

"Bucky, out. Sam, come." I commanded. Bucky pouts but leaves. Sam slowly makes his way onto the bed again. Sam lays down on his side, spreading out his long legs. He took more than half the bed. 

"Look, I don't care if you sleep here. But you are not taking up this much space." 

Dinner

Wanda and Vision had made dinner for us, so I had to go. I didn't know what to do with Sam, so I just let him be. I wasn't going to buy dog food, so I was going to bring him a plate once I was finished eating. Little did I know, he was trailing behind me. 

I sat down with my plate and drink. All of a sudden, I felt a presence next to me, where Sam's seat was. I turn slowly to see by dog of a brother panting in my ear. He was sitting in his chair, just staring at me. Everybody laughed. "No vermins at the table." I demand calmly. Sam licked his lips. 

"Well it that's the case, this stupid rabbit wouldn't be here." Loki mumbled. Rocket glared at him. Wanda came and set a plate of food in front of Sam. 

"Here you so, Sam." She greeted. Sam wags his tail and chows down, being sloppy and getting food everywhere. I take a napkin and clean up the mess. 

"Sam, don't be so messy. Just because you're a dog doesn't mean you have to act like one." I scold. 

"Doesn't he always?" Loki retorts.