[NATASHA // Is it really a good idea to fight Natasha Romanoff...? Over a cat?]

♪you're listening to HEARTBREAKER - Led Zeppelin♪
♪in queue: HARD TO LOVE - Jessie Reyez ft. Calvin Harris♪

11:01P.M

You:
Guys?

Steve:
Yes?

Bucky:
Yeah ??

Sam:
Wut

You:
Have you seen Casper?

You:
Brought her with me for today and she's no where to be found??

Sam:
who's Casper

Sam:
we supposed to know Casper?

Sam:
you say it like we should

Bucky:
Casper is her cat, you ignorant fool .

Sam:

Bucky:
Did you put my face on that man ?!

Bucky:
Are you trying to transform me into a "MEM" ? How rude .

You:
Guys

Sam:
you mean "meme"?

Bucky:
Yeah that's what I said

You:
GUYS, CASPER.

Bucky:
OH

Bucky:
No, sorry :(

Sam:
Nope

Bucky:
Obviously not, I think she got that you fool .

Sam:

Bucky:
YOU DON'T THREATEN ME .

You:
God I wish Clint was here

Steve:
Couldn't find her anywhere. Took a whole round. Sorry.

Steve:
</3

You:
Damn it

You:
Thanks for trying though :)

Steve:
Of course :)

You:
Who's around besides u?

You:
*us?

Steve:
Just Bruce. But he's sleeping in.

Steve:
Did you ask Nat?

You:
RIGHT

Sam:
she's ghostin

Sam:
I see her

Sam:
WE SEE YOU NATASHA

Nat:
What

You:
Nat! Have you seen my cat?

Sam:
rhymed

You:
Thank you, Samuel, for your input. ._.

Nat:
what dog

Nat:
i haven't seen it

Bucky:
Uh ..

You:
Natasha, my cat

Nat:
look i didn't know it was YOUR cat!

You:
What do you mean

You:
NATASHA WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY CAT

Sam:
o shit

Sam left

Steve left

Bucky left

Nat:
NOTHING!!

You:
WHERE IS CASPER

Nat:
I DON'T KNOW!!

You are offline

[You wander about in search of Natasha. You're panicking around for two minutes straight when you find her, slumped down on one of the couches in the Home-Theatre room Tony installed especially to watch movies in the old school way. Her feet were up on the long black table in front of her and she had a bowl of fruit -grapes - in one of her hands and the other was resting on her phone. She was staring at the paused screen of the 1976 version of 'Carrie' frozen in her spot.]

Natasha felt Ray's presence right when she entered. She didn't know if she was more guilty or sorry that she hadn't done a better job lying to her friend.

"What did you do to Casper?" The owner of the cat tried to remain as calm as possible.

Natasha slowly looked up at Ray, who was trying to straighten out her oversized T-shirt that was crinkly from the previous night of sleep and it was obvious that she was trying not to lose her cool.

She sighed, deciding to admit to what she did. "I just- I put it outside."

"You what?" Ray raised her brows, still calm.

"I took it outside because it was annoying me."

"And you left her there?" One of Ray's brows dropped, and her jaw was hanging low.

"LOOK, I'm sorry but your cat is evil!" Natasha abandoned her bowl of fruit and stood up.

"You left. My cat. Outside. By itself." Ray took slow steps towards her.

"IT WAS TERRORISING ME." Natasha exclaimed.

"A small, sweet little cat!?"

"IT SCRATCHED ME, LOOK-"

Ray was never a violent person when she didn't need to be, but this was her cat they were talking about.
And so, Ray was about to launch herself onto her victim but then Natasha instinctively became defensive - and little did she know that Natasha Romanoff's defense mechanism was to attack.

Natasha grabbed Ray's wrist and accidentally twisted it so fast, that she didn't even realise what she had done until there was a face of utter horror staring back at her.

"Ow." Ray looked down at her wrist. She tried to move it and then - PANG.

"OW OW OW."

Natasha's eyes flung open wider and her heart stopped for a second. She sat Ray down, "I'll be right back."
Even she looked terrified at what she just involuntarily did to her friend.

She returned shortly with with a kit and a handful of bandages.

"Are you getting Bruce?" Ray asked with distress present in her voice.

"No, I'm gonna fix this." Natasha kneeled beside her legs.

"What?"

"You'd expect a master assassin to be prepared to face minor injuries like this." She tried to lighten the mood.

But it fired back, "Minor...?"

"Yeah, totally minor." Natasha smiled lightly but then was glared at, "Okay, I'm sorry. But I'm not saying you didn't deserve it."

She rubbed a cold gel over the area that seemed discoloured, stroking very gently.

Ray opened her mouth to say something snarky but then stopped. She noticed streaks of red on her friend's forearms and exhaled loudly, "I'm sorry she scratched you."

Ray's fingers - her free hand's - traced over Natasha's skin, then she looked up at her, realising she was staring back quite casually.

She stopped at once and removed her fingers from Natasha's arm and cleared her throat, "Casper usually doesn't do that..."

"Uh, yeah." She snapped back quickly, "I bet it doesn't."

"Yeah you're gonna have to get shots for that..." Ray stared at the cat scratches.

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing!"

"Thought so.."

"I'm sorry." Ray referred to the whole situation.

"Me too."
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Natasha made sure she called special agents - especially to look for Ray's cat and track her down.

"I hope they find that nasty little-"

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing!"

Last thing Ray remembered was sitting on the couch with a bag of cereal, watching 'Edward Scissorhands' - the part where Johnny Depp was giving the women ridiculous haircuts - and Natasha's cheek squishing against her left shoulder. Then her eyes gave up on her.
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Bruce Banner, followed by the other three men in the house, was not expecting such an adorable scene once he stepped into the dark home-theatre in the late afternoon. 

"I thought I heard them gauging each others eyes out, last..." Sam furrowed his brows.

"I don't understand." Steve added.

Bucky shrugged, "Sorcery is the answer, pals."

Ray was curled up into some form of ball, resting her head on Natasha's chest as Natasha was looking ahead of her with sleepy eyes.

She glanced at Bruce with those weary eyes and just put one finger on her lips with her free arm and went, "shh."

"Meow"

Natasha did a double take and saw a flash of orange in Bruce's arms.

Ray flinched at Natasha's movement and raised a brow at her shocked facial expression, then followed her gaze to Bruce in the doorway - holding her precious little cat.

She detatched herself from Natasha and jumped up at once, making way to Bruce.

"Casper!" She took her from his arms as the other three men in the room chuckled at the sight.

"Found her hanging outside the building the whole morning." Bruce smiled.

Ray paused. "You've had her all along?"

"Yeah, why?" He innocently smiled.

"Are you kidding me?" Ray looked back at Natasha - who had called for special agents just to find her cat.

"Why'd you tell us you were in bed then?" Steve interjected.

"I wanted you to leave me alone." Bruce replied.

"Wow." Ray patted Casper, "We feel the love."

"Alright, Doc," Sam turned to leave, "Let's leave these two alone."

They turned around with smug grins on their faces.

Natasha stood up, "So, do I have to lose your nasty cat to get you to watch a movie with me again or..?"

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QUICK NOTE: I just have to say I love this because imagine Natasha being so soft - *silent, distant scream*
+ I'm sorry if the names got repetitive towards the end but the pronouns were getting tricky to use — my first gxg so pls don't sue me thank