Bucky: I Think My Computer Has A Virus

Bucky: I think my computer has a virus

Tony: is the software malfunctioning?

Bucky: no. Scott coughed on it

Tony:

Bucky: he has the flu.

Tony:

Best Of Friends

Pairing: No pairing, just soft Tony ;)

A/N: Takes place somewhere between Iron man 3 and Avengers Age of Ultron. I haven’t posted this one on Watty yet soooo....

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"So, what are we going to do while Rhodes and Pep are gone?" Tony looked up from the fashion magazine he was skimming through, clearly uninterested in the clothing and only paying attention to the models. "We could watch a Christmas movie?" Natasha was bored out of her mind and Christmas movies with a nice cup of hot cocoa sounded relaxing. 

Tony threw the magazine to the side and got out two mugs, he knew exactly how Nat liked her cocoa. "Jarvis, heat some water please," he pondered for a moment "and turn on the fireplace as well," 

"Of course, sir," The AI obligated to Starks command, Jarvis also knew that Tony would like the TV on for later. He knew his boss too well. 

Natasha walked out to get cozy blankets and socks, she loved being warm. Tony chuckled when he saw her try and make it down the stairs, blankets and pillows were stacked on top of each other, blocking her view. Once she got to the bottom she lowered them just a bit and shot Tony a soft smile. 

Tony placed down the hot chocolates on their rightfully owned coasters Definitely not the Black Widow and Iron Man ones. Natasha threw the pile of comfies on the couch then jumped on it, giggling like crazy. 

In the compound, she felt like she finally had a family, a family she never had before. She could be herself, or she could be complete grumpy pants and they’d still love her. Sure, she acted as though she hates the boys, but in reality, she couldn’t imagine her life without them. 

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Moments had passed and Pepper, Rhodey and one other were making their way through Tony's doors. 

"We're back" Pepper singsonged, voice filled with amusement. But she didn't receive a response, which filled her with worry. "Tony?" She called out as she walked to the kitchen, Rhodey and the little surprise following close behind. 

"I believe Boss and Ms. Romanov are in the living room, sleeping," Jarvis called, spooking the little Harley the two had snuck in. "Thank you, Jarvis," Rhodey offered Hayley a cookie from the McDonalds they got on the way back.  

Pepper walked into the living room, you could hear her shoes click on the tile floor. Once she reached it, she cooed at the sight. Tony and Natasha were curled up in a blanket next to each other, the fireplace and Home Alone on, cups of hot chocolate now abandoned on the coffee table, most likely cold.  

Harley soon sauntered to where Pepper, Tasha and Tony were. He took the last bite of his stale fast food cookie and brushed past his mother figure. A small smile grew on his face as he lifted part of the blanket to snuggle into the mechanic. 

The little gesture lightly awoke Tony from his slumber. Normally, he would be grumpy

But realizing it was his kid next to him filled him with joy. Tony then looked to his other side and saw his little widow snuggled into his arm. 

To say he felt safe around these two would’ve been an understatement. He loved both Tasha and Harley unconditionally and nothing can change the fact that they were like his own children. So, he hugged both of them tighter and slowly fell back into his little nap. 

“Jarvis, could you take a photo?” Rhodey smirked from behind Pepper. Soft Tony was only around his loved ones, possibly a wall-climbing spider in the future but whatever breaks its way into his heart is a mystery. 

Karen: Peter, what you're wearing is interfering with you fight-

Peter: RESPECT THE DRIP, KAREN

Bucky's arm...

Father: Steve

Children: Natasha, Bucky and Sam

Words: 350

“Natasha, I’m going to ask this once more. Will you please give him his arm back?” Steve was fed up with his children, they were always getting into some sort of trouble. “No.” Toddler Natasha tilted her head side to side playfully. “Tasha I want my arm back!” Steve looked to his right to see a small, armless and distressed Bucky. “Little Tasha, will you please give Buck his arm back?” Natasha smirked. “You said you were only going to ask once more…” 

“Natasha,” Steve warned. “Yes?” The “innocent” child beamed. “Give Bucky his arm back.” This time he made sure it was a demand. “But what’s the fun in that?” Steve crossed his arms and sighed in defeat, watching Bucky try to mirror his movements. It was adorable watching try to fold his arms with only one arm.

“Natasha, drop the arm.” So she did. Only for Sam to come up behind her and snatch it before it could hit the ground. Bucky let out a distressed squeak. “What? That’s not fair, give me my arm!” at this point Steve had given up on the three muskrats and watched them fight over his son’s arm. 

Sam let out Redwing and gave him to Natasha, they had to keep in touch somehow… Steve took their comms away. Natasha and Redwing ran out to the kitchen and waited for Sam to catch up. Once Sam made it to the kitchen with Bucky’s arm, he passed it over to Natasha and hid in the pantry. Natasha ran back to the living room, in hopes to trick Buck. 

Bucky sprinted into the kitchen, panting from all the running around the house he had been doing. “Where… are you… guys?” He crouched down to his knees and took a couple deep breaths. Just as he started to gain his energy back he was spooked by Sam jumping out from the pantry. 

“AHH!” Bucky fell to the floor and glared at Sam dramatically. Soon Steve walked in with his daughter and his son’s arm in his hands. “Ok guys, that’s enough for today,” Steve chuckled.

Notes: You're a cat… you have ears, a tail, sharp teeth and nails, you have cat senses and you get distracted by cat toys…

Something I wrote because I was bored :P

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(Y/N) was currently curled up in a ball on the corner of the couch, napping. The tip of her tail moved side to side slowly, indicating that she was having a good dream. If you were close enough you could hear faint purrs coming from her chest. Her two fangs were sticking out from her mouth, her two soft fragile ears flopped over slightly. 

To anyone, a pure sight, but if anyone was to mess with (Y/N)... Well, you'd be dead within seconds.

If anyone was to ask who the cutest Avenger was, they'd say (Y/N) without hesitation. Just something about how her fangs stick out when she smiles, something about how her tail always told you how she felt, something about how her ears would perk up at the slightest sound, something about how she purred. (Y/N) is a kitten, therefore, she is quite the cutie. 

The elevator dinged as Peter stepped out. "Hello! I brought something," Tony smirked, knowing exactly what it was. Clint jumped up from the couch, startling the sleeping cat next to Natasha. "What is it?!" Natasha played with (Y/N)'s soft ears, making her purr more. Natasha let out a soft sigh of relief when (Y/N) sunk back into the couch.

Peter beckoned for Tony to help him. A few suspense-filled seconds later they came out with a box. "What's in it?" Steve asked from the kitchen, drinking his coffee. Before Peter could answer, two little ears poked out the top of the box as a little nose was seen through a tiny hole. 

Natasha gasped and hopped over the back of the couch, eager to show the small kitten to (Y/N). She peered into the box and cooed softly, a small black kitten was lifted from the box. 

Clint screamed.

(Y/N) shot up from her corner immediately, her heart going a mile a minute. "I- wha? What's going on!?" Bucky chuckled at her stance. (Y/N) looked around the room for any danger, her eyes stopping on the black fuzzball Natasha was holding. (Y/N)'s head tilted to the left as Natasha jokingly mirrored. The kitten squirmed under Nats grasp, she plopped the kitten on the floor and watched it waltz its way over to the couch. It sat in front of (Y/N) and watched. 

~(Y/N)~

You challenged the kitten to a staring contest but scoffed as it moved to the edge of the couch. You rested your arms on the side of the couch and watched the walking fluff try and jump up. You slowly sat up, eyes not leaving the kitten, and then turned to Natasha, Peter and Tony, you stared at them for a while before questioning: "Why?". 

Clint finally let out the laugh he had been holding in for so long. You turned to him and gave a death glare, one that only you and Nat possessed. You were cut off by a small meowing coming from below you, you look down and lock eyes with the tiny furball. "Pathetic," you mutter before lowering your tail. Watching it hop on, you lifted your tail as if the small animal weighed nothing, and let it onto the couch. You pulled your tail away from the kit quickly and rested your head on your fist, your back facing the poor thing.

"I hate you guys." Your tail waved in annoyance as your ears dropped down to your head. 

Pepper: It looks like it's gonna be a white Christmas this year!

Tony: It's supposed to rain on the 24th

Pepper, covering Morgan, Peter, Harley and Nebula's ears:

A defensive Vision covering Wanda's ears:

Natasha covering Clint's ears:

Bucky and Steve struggling to cover each other's ears:

Stephen: STOP.