Evenson was still weighing how long this little runaway act of his should last. Too short, and he feared it would have no effect. But if it went on too long, what if the Twins refused to let him back in? There was serious business to handle—he could not let this delay it.
Just then, Tony Stark arrived. As the owner of the place and a show-off to his very bones, Tony's entrance was naturally beyond compare.
The doors slowly opened, and the scene within shifted from darkness to light. Tony Stark stood there in swim trunks, hands on his hips. His hair was impeccably combed, his little mustache neatly trimmed, and sunglasses rested on his nose. His dashing air and Playboy flair positively overflowed, perfectly complementing the king-of-the-north aura leaking from the glossy black-and-white animal beside him!
Yes, that was Hubbs the dog.
Wasn't Evenson's shop temporarily closed? What was the whole family of demons supposed to do? He could not just lock them inside and let them eat one another. Sarah did not care—she had simply moved in with Natasha. Hubbs could also keep freeloading at the stray dog rescue center. But when Tony Stark had been lost in the Afghan desert, Hubbs had led people to find him. Hubbs was, without question, Tony's lifesaver.
Hubbs was no fool. Why not mooch off a rich dog owner when one was available? So it had followed Tony in. What was even more astonishing was that Hubbs had only been there a short while, yet its friendship with Tony Stark had advanced by leaps and bounds. The two were practically kindred spirits. There was no explaining it. Sometimes Evenson wondered whether the dog had the highest IQ among all of them.
Hubbs had its tongue out and wore sunglasses matching