(Attendance please…)
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Gojo sat on a park bench, the afternoon sun warming his face. He was calmly eating a pastry, while beside him, Mochi, his newly adopted companion, rested contentedly.
She'd been to the vet; a few injections, some medicine, and a small splint bandaged to her injured leg to keep it straight.
The limp was already less pronounced. He had some proper dog food with him this time, a small packet he'd bought on the way.
"Woof! Woof!" Mochi barked, her tail thumping against the bench, her eyes fixed on Gojo's hand. He smiled and gave her a few kibbles.
He'd have to get a bigger bag when he went back to the Tower. Having Happy Hogan, Tony's head of security, run errands for him would definitely come in handy.
The world had shifted in the week since Sokovia.
The Avengers, as a team, had fractured.
Tony was now more focused on Stark Industries, on inventing new, less world-altering things, and, reportedly, on trying to patch up his strained relationship with Pepper Potts.
Banner was staying with Tony, helping with his research and, more importantly, with his own recovery.
The Stark Relief Foundation was pouring billions into Sokovia, helping the survivors rebuild their lives.
Tony couldn't bring back the dead, but he could try to ease the burden of the living with his immense wealth.
Thor had left for Asgard, concerned about the Infinity Stones. Captain America and Natasha, however, remained, forming the core of a new Avengers team.
They were joined by Sam Wilson, the Falcon, and, surprisingly, by Wanda and Pietro Maximoff.
The twins weren't taken into custody. Captain America had vouched for them, taking them under his wing. S.H.I.E.L.D., or what was left of it under Fury's guidance, had supported Steve's decision.
His speech on the matter had been persuasive: "Yes, they were on the wrong side, but it was HYDRA who forced them down that path. They were experimented on as children, their grief and anger twisted and weaponized. Then, Ultron exploited their pain, their weakness, their anger against Stark, to make them work for him. They tried to manipulate the Hulk, yes, but as Wanda herself said, their goal was to distract us, not to unleash him on the city. That near-catastrophe happened because of our own unawareness, and let's not forget, it didn't happen because Satoru stopped it. After that, they helped us. They gave us Ultron's location, his hideout, which allowed us to evacuate as many civilians as we could. We were able to save those lives because of them."
And just like that, with the weight of Captain America's word behind it, the matter was settled. The world needed heroes, and no one wanted to offend the new ones who had just helped save it.
Jarvis, as expected, was with his "father," Tony. Clint was back with his family, retired for good this time. And Gojo… well, Gojo was sitting in a park, feeding a dog named Mochi.
Whoever had leaked that video a civilian, a soldier, a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent had ensured that the blame, the controversy, the entire weight of the Sokovia decision, fell squarely on Gojo Satoru, and him alone.
He sighed, looking at Mochi as she happily crunched her food. He smiled, then gently picked her up and began to walk towards the park exit.
As he walked, he noticed a small group of people, children and their parents, gathered around a table with a banner. It was a donation drive for children with cancer.
Gojo strolled over. "So, what's this all about?" he asked, his tone friendly.
"I mean, I can read the sign, I know what it is. But, please, tell me something about it… uh, huh, that didn't exactly come out the way I wanted it to. But maybe you understand what I mean."
A woman at the table, though a little confused by his awkward phrasing, laughed warmly. "Oh, sir, thank you for showing interest! Yes, it's a donation drive for children with cancer. We're collecting money to help fund treatments for children whose families can't afford them, and also for children whose conditions are… untreatable. For them, we try to fulfill whatever their last wish might be." She gestured to a small donation box.
"Would you like to contribute? You can start with just a dollar, or five dollars, whatever you think you can spare."
Gojo looked thoughtful, almost as if he were calculating a complex equation. "I would like to donate," he said. "It's a good thing, helping children. I heard that if you do good things like this… you won't go to hell, you'll go to heaven. I mean, for just five dollars, that's like, a really good deal."
The lady chuckled again, assuming the handsome man in front of her was just cracking a joke. "Well, when you say it like that, it sounds less like a donation and more like some kind of… spiritual business transaction. Help children, and you won't go to hell."
Gojo shook his head, his expression serious. "No, no, I genuinely like to help. I mean, I always help. Without wanting anything in return. So," he looked at the small card reader on the table, "you take cards, right?"
"Well, yes, we do," the lady replied. "We're a legitimate fundraiser, a registered charity. So, yes, we do."
Gojo took out Tony's black credit card. "Here," he said, holding it out. "You can swipe this."
"So, how much, sir?" the lady asked, smiling. "Five dollars? Or maybe a little more?"
"Well," Gojo said casually, "take a million."
The lady laughed out loud, but her laughter died in her throat when she saw Gojo's completely serious expression. Her perspective, her understanding of the situation, spun on its axis. Was he… was he joking? Or not?
"Nah, I'm not joking," Gojo confirmed. "Though, in return…" he handed her a small piece of paper with a number on it.
The lady looked at him, confused. He gave her his number? In return for a donation? Was he… asking her on a date?
Gojo, seeming to read her mind, sighed. "I know what you're thinking, and it's not like that. I'm technically donating a million dollars to your charity. So, that's my number. I want proof, in time, that the million dollars, all of it, is being used only for the children, and not ending up in some fat man's pocket while he sits on a chair somewhere."
The lady, still in a state of shock, took the number. She swiped the card through the reader, fully expecting it to be declined as some kind of elaborate prank. But it went through. Swiftly, smoothly, without a single hitch.
"It… it went… through…!" she stammered, staring at the 'Approved' message on the small screen.
Gojo took his card back. "Of course, that was supposed to happen," he said, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
"Well, see you all later. And remember," he added with a wink, "send me proof. Otherwise, some very expensive lawyers might be paying you a visit in a few months. Or maybe just me, coming for a refund." He then gave a gentle fist bump to each of the kids standing near the table before walking away with Mochi in his arms.
As he was walking, he took out his phone again, but a news notification popped up, a headline from a local news blog: DAREDEVIL COLLARS FISK…
Gojo stopped, his eyes scanning the article as he walked. "So, Daredevil helped catch Fisk," he muttered to himself.
"Wilson Fisk, the Kingpin. This is the Season 1 finale, if I remember correctly. Or maybe the start of Season 2? Ugh, I can't remember it clearly."
He looked down at Mochi, who was now contentedly nestled in his arms. "Mochi, what do you think?" he asked, a playful glint in his eyes.
"Should I file a defamation case? Sue the hell out of all these media outlets and newspapers that are printing all this stuff about me, earning money like I'm some kind of hot cake? I mean, I am hot, but I'm definitely not a cake… well, not that it matters, even though it kind of does… And," he added, a brilliant idea forming, "we can hire Daredevil himself as my lawyer! That would be hilarious!"
He put his phone back in his pocket, then lifted Mochi up with both hands, holding her in front of his face.
"So, tell me, Mochi," he asked, his voice full of mock seriousness. "Should I do that? Or not?!" The little dog just licked his nose in response.
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A/N: So, How was it? Well this confirms that i cant write good slice of life chapters. So time skip in the next chapter.
Q: Is Mochi A Good Dog?!
-Yes
U high or something of course she is…
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