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It was a regular Monday morning at the Avengers tower when Darcy Lewis was turned into a kitten.
Well, once you got past the fact that she was literally transformed into a fuzzy little ball of fur.
Darcy was alone in the lab and the only warning she got was when Jarvis set off the Intruder Alert sirens.
She turned around when she felt a presence behind her. Darcy knew that she had just gotten Jane into bed and Tony was off having his regular breakfast bourbon. Bruce was off in Wakanda.
"You shall do," Loki waved a hand lazily at her.
"Wha..." Was all she managed as she felt her glasses fall from her face. Her clothing seemed to shrink or rather she was shrinking inside her clothes.
Her long curls receeded and she grew steadily smaller and smaller until her paws touched the floor.
Wait? Paws! She looked down at herself and she realized that she was a cat. Ok, more of a kitten really.
She tried to look for Loki but the smug, evil bastard had disappeared.
Her sweater was heavy as it remained on her head so she struggled to move away. She sneezed violently. So, as a cat she was allergic to mohair?
Good to know, she mused as she sneezed again.
The alarms hurt her sensitive ears.
She looked up at the ceiling and tried to tell the AI to stop the alarm but all that emitted was a pitiful meow.
She tried again with the same result and the klaxons still rang.
This was bad, she wanted to cry but no one would hear her. All that remained was a pile of her clothes. Darcy couldn't stay too close to her belongings because the sweater was making her eyes and her nose itch.
She looked around wildly. The table was too high up and she had been sitting on a stool that was metal with no grips for kitten claws.
Damn Loki!
Then as if things couldn't get worse, she saw them. Tony's highly efficent roombas were coming for her.
There was a small army of them whirring towards her. Their only purpose was to clean and Tony had a strict no pets policy.
No, how was this her life?
She scurried away as they came towards her. They were fast but she was faster.
It was chaos, the alarm still rang and Darcy ran into the corridor outside the labs. People were running about and security were looking for attackers.
Darcy ran as fast as her furry little paws could carry her.
Her heart pounded as she wove her way between peoples ankles. She narrowly avoided a high heel coming down on her tail.
She dodged in between the hysterical civilians.
Darcy looked over a furry shoulder, the roombas had followed her and it seemed like the hive mind had added even more soldiers to chase after her.
Her strength was flagging now, her muscles felt as if they were turning to liquid.
Her little paws were moving as fast as they could but the damned roombas just kept coming.
And then. He was her salvation. One warm hand easily scooped her up and he hid her in the confines of his hoodie.
"This is no place for you, little guy," he whispered gently.
She glared at him and he chuckled.
"Sorry, little lady." He corrected as he zipped up the hoodie and tucked her safe against his chest.
Darcy shuddered. Bucky Barnes smelt so good and he felt even better.