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Rhodey
James had known Tony for a couple of years now. The kid had a talent for getting in trouble especially with almost no one willing or able to tell him no. Although he often played the straight man he still got into a lot of trouble with Tony. (As long as it wasn’t the self-destructive kind it was fine right?)
Looking at Tony he felt it was safe to say that Tony was so deep into his class project that he wouldn’t come up for air until at least early morning. So it was the perfect time to go hang out with the guys and get some drinks. Or maybe he could find Ann. Either way it should be good times.
“Later Tones.”
**********
After two attempts the key finally fit into the lock and the door swung open nearly taking him with it.
“Toooooones! I’m back!” he sang. “And guess what? Ann was there! She was there! You remember Ann, she’s the one with…” he started to gesture before stuttering to a stop. “Wait! You’re a cat now. I love little itty bitty Tony kitty! So soft. So cuddly. Can we cuddle? Let’s cuddle,” he sang off-key as he stumbled closer.
Tony’s head was sticking inside his project to check whatever it was that he was working on. So he began to pull him out for cuddles only for Tony to turn his head. His head with tentacles??? He blinked and they were gone. Had he seen tentacles? No. He was just drunk right? Way too drunk. Had to be. Right?
“Nope. This isn’t happening. NO. I don’t want it to. I can’t,” he decided as he dropped Tony.
“Just too much to drink. Yeah, just needa lay down,’ he whined as he fell face first into bed. “Everything’ll be fine in the morning. Yep.”
“Meow.”
James pulled the pillow over his head.
2
Pepper
It had been a week since Pepper had had to throw anyone out of Tony’s bed. And she hadn’t seen or heard from him in two days. Time to force him to take a break. She had food, she had paperwork, she had a reminder for the next board meeting, and she had a well pressed suit for the gala this Friday night.
She hadn’t been working for him long but she could do this. She checked her hair then straightened her clothes.
Okay. Here we go.
She knocked on the lab door and thanked JARVIS for opening it.
She looked around. At first she didn’t see him but then there it was, Tony’s cute little cat butt sticking out from where he was wedged in a tight space. She wondered what exactly he was working on that could be helped by being a cat.
Well cat or not she knew from experience that he could still understand what she was saying.
“Now Tony, I’ve brought the paperwork for you to sign for the meeting and your suit for the gala.”
“Meooooow.”
“You know your pitiful meows don’t work on me any more.”
“Meow.”
“I’ll pick you and the paperwork up at 10.00am for the meeting tomorrow. Okay?”
She went to bend down to look at Tony from the other side of his machine to reinforce her message. It was then that she noticed something odd under there with him.
Were those… Were those tentacles? And they didn’t look mechanical. They looked… Eww they looked almost fleshy?
What the hell? Had he created some kind of cat-friendly tools? Ugh, leave it to Tony to create something so weirdly useful so he could keep working even as a cat.
“I really don’t want to know,” she sighed after she stood back up.
“I’ll just come back extra early tomorrow,” she said as she started to walk out.
She turned back one last time to see those poking out the other side of the machine. She shuttered.
“Will that be all, Mr. Stark?”
“Meow.”
3
Hulk and Bruce
Bruce could tell that the Other Guy was excited. They were going to the Playroom. Tony had set up a reinforced two story room with everything a child’s playroom could need. There were all kinds of blocks and toys, a studio full of a wide variety of art supplies, and a little school area where they were teaching him how to read and write. The Other Guy loved it almost as much as the playground Tony had created up-state.
What he was really excited about though, was that Tony was able to shift now. Tony had fully recovered from the surgery to remove the arc reactor and had promised some play time. The idea that someone who wasn’t afraid of him, and could shift, would come and play was incredibly exciting.
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Hulk was waiting in the room that Tin Man made for him. Tin Man could change now too.
“Tin Kitty come to play?”
“Hey there green bean, I sure did.”
Hulk clapped his hands in happiness then see Tin Man become small black furry…
“No-kitty!” he bellowed, backing into the corner as fast as he could.
Tin Man change back. And put hands up to try to calm Hulk but Hulk know better.
“No-kitty! Puny Banner can have.”
**********
Bruce woke up confused. Was the Other Guy scared of Tony’s shift?
“What happened?”
Tony put his hands in his pockets and rocked back on his heels. “Guess I’m just too awesome,” he smiled and strolled away.
**********
It was late at night or maybe it was early morning, either way Bruce needed tea. Of course that meant that Clint had put it out of reach on top of the fridge, again.
He dropped face first on the countertop and moaned, trying and failing to figure out how to get it down.
Thump.
He turned his head just enough to see little black feet.
“Meow?”
“Need tea. Murder Clint. Help,” he moaned in his most pitiful voice.
Suddenly the box of tea fell on his head. What? Tony hadn't moved. Had he? And the box couldn’t have fallen on its own. He should have been curious. But well, tea.
In the back of his mind the Hulk rumbled ’No-kitty.’
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Clint
Clint was sitting on top of the kitchen fridge eating his leftovers for lunch, well someone's leftovers anyway.
He had been out patrolling Bed-Stuy earlier when he had seen IT. Through the window of a little thrift store was the most hideous chair ever. It was an oddly proportioned wing back chair upholstered in the most eye searing 70’s style fabric he had ever seen.
He had to have it.
And where better to put it so that everyone else could enjoy it? Tony’s living room.
“Yoooowwwwlllllll. Hisssssssssss.”
Startled by the terrible noises coming from the living room, he dropped sauce all over his shirt.
He looked up to see Tony’s arched form complete with bared teeth, ears turned down, fur sticking up along his arched back, and a fluffed out tail.
“Damn Tony. It’s not that bad,” he faux-pouted as he jumped down toward the sink to try and save his shirt.
“Come on. Let me clean this up and we can snuggle together. You’ll see how comfy it is.”
“Hisssss.”
“No really,” he started saying as turned back around. “It’s actually v…”
“Uh, Tony? Where’s the chair?”
Tony was just sitting there with a smug look, the look that only cats can pull off, before he stood with his tail straight up in the air and walked off.
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“I’m telling ya Nat, one second it was there and next it was gone. Even if Tony wasn’t a cat at the time, how could he do that?”
“I don’t care, just get your stuff from your locker and let's go.”
“Okay. Okay. Oh, ummm…”
“What.”
“I think I found my chair?”
“That is a rather small space to fit such a large chair,” she said flatly as she leaned over to get a better look. “I wonder how Stark got it in there. That’s skill.”
"Naaatttt,” he whined.
“Maybe next time you pick something that ugly he’ll leave it somewhere more personal,” she replied as she sauntered off.
“It’s not that bad!”
5
Steve
It was a simple, if long, search and rescue mission. A building had collapsed and the three of them had been called out. Steve was in his wolf form helping locate people trapped in the rubble, while Iron Man and the Hulk were carefully digging them out. It was slow going but with Tony’s calculations they were able to safely pull people out with the least risk to those at the bottom.
They were nearly done and Tony was busy muttering design specs for some kind of tiny bots that could burrow in and protect people for next time.
After what seemed like an eternity later they were finally done. Tony was just giving some last minute notes to the local authorities about the problems that had likely triggered the event.
Steve was really enjoying how useful he had been in his shifted form so he thought he’d stay a little longer, only to be startled by Tony letting out a very colorful string of curse words.
“Yip.”
“Yeah, yeah. I know, language. But I seem to have damaged the release on my suit. I’m going to shift real quick to get out.”
The Hulk made what Steve could only describe as an Eep noise and suddenly Bruce was standing there holding up his pants looking exasperated.
He turned to look at what should have been a cute little black kitty only to see something his wolf brain could only describe as danger. Before he knew it he was on his back showing his belly whining pitifully.
When he finally came back to himself he realized that Tony and Bruce must have dragged him back in the Quinjet.
“Don’t worry Big Bad, I’m pretty sure JARVIS was able to delete all the recordings of that,” Tony mockingly consoled him. Tony patted him on the shoulder and went to the front to pilot the jet.
“Wha…”
“I have no idea and the Other Guy won’t say,” whispered Bruce.
+1
Tony
They were waiting for the meeting to start. Tony was in his cat form, currently head-butting Nat. He was hoping she would scratch his head. She gave the best scratches. Also, she could keep Steve at bay. Steve had been acting weird lately. Apparently, Steve’s wolf rolling over and exposing his belly was cause for concern. Science forbid that Steve should ever submit to Tony. It had been funny to watch though.
Suddenly his nose picked up that tell-tell whiff of ozone that always preceded Thor’s arrival. Finally, they could get started.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” came the most horrible high pitched scream Tony had ever had the displeasure of hearing. His poor little ears might be bleeding from the sound.
Everyone turned to look at Thor only for Thor to point at Tony while continuing that awful wailing noise. Suddenly Thor threw his hammer right at him.
Rude.
Well, only one thing to do about that. He starfished his mouth open and swallowed that stupid hammer right down. Served Thor right. He gave Thor his best smug look.
“Meow.”
It tasted strange. What the hell was that thing made of? He started to clean his fur just to get the taste out of his mouth.
Everyone was looking at him, making excellent impressions of fish (except for Nat, she looked cool as a cucumber.) At least Thor had stopped screaming.
“No. Tony no.” Rhodey pointed as he backed away. “You know that I am not drunk enough for that shit.”
“Oh hell no.” He heard Fury say as he walked in and then right back out again.
Tony moved to the side of the table before coughing up the odd tasting hammer. He jumped off, changing back.
“You know if I can’t pick Mjölnir with my hands how come I can walk around in it in my stomach?” he wondered to the room at large.
“No thoughts? Oh well,” he said. He gathered up his stuff, eyeing his still frozen teammates. “If Fury’s not going to call the meeting I’m going to go. Better things to do and all that.”
“J, I hope you were recording that. I think some people’s phones could do with new backgrounds.”