[Warnings: N/A

Pairing(s): Nate Heywood/Ray Palmer

A03 tags: Real Person Prince Harry (Mentioned),

Fluff, Drabble, Animals, Just Add Kittens, Don't Examine This Too Closely, Not Canon Compliant, Ray's suit doesn t work like this but lemme have this fuff, Established Relationship

AN: I wanted to dive into a new-ish pairining with a drabble nefore going all out with my bigger ideas. Hope you enjoy amd thanks for reading (:

Archive: Translations are welcome, please do not archive original fic elsewhere.]

When Ray got onto the ship after his most recent mission, he went to greet Nate in the Library. He found him where he usually did, nose deep in a book. He stopped for just a second to admire him from the doorway. "What are you reading?" Ray blinked hard a few times.

"One of your Camelot books, actually-- sorry I probably should have asked. Everything go alright with the mission?"

"Everything went great! Prince Harry was safely collected from nineteen-seventy and we memory wiped him before his wedding!" He beamed as he did when discussing a successful case.

"Babe, you look sick," Nate pointed out, taking in the sight of a blurry eyed Ray. "Maybe you should go to the medbay."

"I'm fine," Ray insisted, sniffing and blinking hard.

"You really don't look fine," he urged Ray to sit down.

"I'm really fine," he said sheepishly. "I just … made a stop in the seventies." As he spoke, he pressed a button on his suit and it opened the front. From a moderate sized gap between his chest and the front plate, he produced a tiny ball of fur that fit easily in one of his large hands.

The small creature was once white but its fur was now caked with dark mud and rainwater clouded its sheen. It didn't lift its head, and it was now shivering slightly in the air of the library.

"Ray, you're allergic to cats."

"I know but she's really small and she was all alone in an alley in nineteen-seventy. What was I supposed to do?" Ray pet the animal's head with a finger, causing it to squeak slightly.

"Ray, I love you," Nate kissed his cheek and took the kitten from his hand. "Let's get you some allergy medicine for you and get this cat cleaned up," he was already leading him out as he spoke. "You really are like a knight, your title would be Ray the Kind."