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True to her word, Natasha spent the night with Tony on his floor. At first the genius turn cat was pretty calm. He curled into her stomach when she turned to lay on her side in his bed. She smelled nice, better than he remembered. But it wasn't long until he was up and stalking around his bedroom.
This was a new kind of hyper awareness he'd only experienced when in the zone of his inventing process. Every hidden sound, every movement in the shadows, every scent that wafted into his nose told him more about his room than he ever knew. This was exciting. Holy shit, it was amazing!
“Tony, please,” Natasha groaned.
The tiny genius gripped her head and kicked the back of her neck. She could feel him half grooming half eating her wavy locks, guaranteeing that her hair would be worse than a bird’s nest tomorrow.
“Stark, I swear to god.” She reached for him, but he bolted away and off the bed quick as a whip. She heard a thump by the door and a pitiful mew.
“It seems Sir has injured his head, Miss Romanov.”
She didn't get up. For all she cared at the moment, Tony deserved it for being a little shit. But when she felt a small dip in the bed and a questioning paw on her arm she sighed in defeat. She let him snuggle against her neck. The rumble of his purr against her neck lulling her to sleep. And making the occasional slap with a furry tail somewhat bearable.