Most people thought that your Dad wasn't that much of an animal person, and in all fairness they'd be right but not because of him – it just so happened that your beloved cat essentially hated him.

You'd had your cat for years now, and in all that time the only other person in the tower that it chose to go to was Natasha, for some reason it would refuse to go to anyone else.

When you had first asked your Dad for a cat he'd agreed, mainly because he couldn't say no to you, but he hadn't expected for the cat to detest him and pretty much everyone else around it.

Even though everyone knew your cat's name, it had earned the nickname 'Satan Claws' because it would just stare at people so evilly and if anyone tried to get anywhere near it it would strike.

Because of your cat's behaviour, it surprised you when it allowed Peter to get so close to it so early on. Of course, you couldn't blame it, Peter was a cute guy, you weren't blind.

"Okay why does Satan like the kid? I've only fed it and cared for it the past however many years," your Dad complained with a roll of his eyes, when he noticed that your cat was sat on Peter's lap yet again.

Peter chuckled as he stroked your cat, whilst you sat down next to him. "They're an excellent judge of character," you joked, reaching over to scratch behind your cat's ear.

No one missed the way Peter reached his arm behind you on the sofa, not so subtly but it didn't faze you – you took the opportunity to settle into him slightly.

"But if I'm their Mum, and you're the only guy they like, what does that make you?" you quizzed Peter with a small smile on your face.

He chuckled again but a small blush rose to his cheeks. "Well, he's obviously the cat's dad," Natasha chimed in for him with a smirk on her face.

At the sound of Natasha's voice little Satan ran straight to her, leaving you and Peter cuddled on the sofa without a cat in between you.

The two of you looked at each other and both blushed, but neither of you made any attempt to move so you both stayed there, cuddled up.

"You're the chosen one now," you joked with Peter as you watched little Satan fall asleep on Natasha's knee.

He smiled at you. "Could I be the chosen one by you too?"

You were surprised at his question but also excited. "Well, that depends," you stated as you shifted closer to him. "Where are you taking me?"

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Written by Hannah.