The Cat Of Lies And Mischief Chapter 3: Meaniest Kitty, an avengers fanfic

HetaRussia here! Here's chapter three. This chapter (Steves half) is based off what happen to my friend I'll explain more at the end.

Clint walked into his room later that night unconsciously rubbing where he had been bitten. He didn't understand why Toast suddenly had bitten him. He thought all animals loved to be held and coddled, but then again he doesn't know much about the cat he had rescued from the homeless men, bathed him, feed him, and even bought cute toys for him. But he wasn't too upset for he did know that with time and patience Toast would eventually be a lap cat, the big fat ones that just look up at you with the saddest look until you refill their half eaten cat dish.

He flipped on the lights, and to his surprise, there was Toast on his bed curled up his thin body curled so close together he looked like a black spot. Clint quietly approached, his foot steps ghosting over the floor, Clint could sneak up on anyone, even those with the most trained ears couldn't catch him.

Toast looked up his eyes curious and his ears perked up as if he was excited to see another being in the room but upon seeing the assassin his eyes narrowed and his ears folded back flat against his skull "Nya..." he rolled his eyes and stood up before leaping off the bed and walking out of the room.
Clint was first off surprised Toast had heard him approach, second he wasn't entirely sure if he should go after his pet, he wanted the feline to be with him but with how its been acting Clint wasn't too sure if he could handle being a chew toy or a walking object to unleash pent up anger.

He sighed as he began to undress, he pulled off his black shirt revealing a tanned well shaped chest. He had cuts here and there but none that would leave ugly markings, nor did he have deep wounds or lacerations, like the ones he had seen on Loki. Back before they had Thor take him to Asgard. Clint shook at the memory;

Loki was in terrible amounts of pain, the kind of pain where its impossible to settle down. He grunted and whimpered in his restraints, his eyes glassy with tears of pain. "Look at that, someone is uncomfortable." Loki froze at the sound of the voice, forcing himself still and put on a fake smile "Barton...what pleasure do I have of seeing you here tonight?" he asked smugly.

Clint narrowed his eyes "Pleasure? Please I'm your worst nightmare!"

Loki laughed hiding a wince he smirked "Oh no Barton...I'm yours! I'm the monster that parents tell their children of at night, I am so dangerous they literally have to take every measure just to make sure I don't escape." he laughed. "I could have taken this pathetic realm if it wasn't for that dull creature!" he mocked, his lie about taking Earth caused Clint to shake out of anger or was it fear?

"That was only half of my plan, the rest was to catch each and every last one of you and turn you all against each other...what fun that would have been to watch! Your own hands killing Lady Romanov." he laughed at his own lies. Barton angered stormed up to the new thicker Hulk Cell and slammed his fist against the cell startling the trickster. The cell doors opened with Clint giving a signal to a guard and he stormed inside "I was told to be gentle to you and not kill you, but I'm fuming right now and I'm feeling a bit punchy." he grabbed the trickster and threw him out of the cell and onto the floor, not giving Loki a chance to gather himself to his feet Clint grabbed him by the hair dragging him out ignoring Loki's cries of pain.

"Oh shut up!" Clint snapped kicking him in the side. Loki screamed and cowered in on himself, Clint then entered the training room and threw the alien to the floor. He then, without warning slammed his fist into Loki's jaw sending him spiraling to the floor. Loki hadn't time to recover, Clint delivered blow after blow to the trickster, he beat his body till Loki sat bleeding and sobbing on the floor, until his fist was painted in Loki's blood.

Clint continued to hit the weakened man and only until the snap of bone was heard did he stop, Clint was breathing heavily, staring down at Loki who was sniffling and quietly sobbing. Clint yanked him up by his broken arm and stood him up "That is for what you did to Natasha and Phil! Lets go!" he snapped shoving Loki, who limped out of the room

"Walk normally..."

Clint spat and hit him in his back, Loki not wanting to start another round of punches and kicks put pressure on his hurt leg and followed Clint back to his cell along the way Clint stopped at the restroom and picked up the first aid kit.

"Take your shirt off! I need to clean you up before the others come in." he said coldly.

Loki didn't say anything, he was in too much pain to argue so he did as he was told. When he did Clint smirked at the bloody back of the frost giant, his entire back was red, black, purple, and blue. Clint soaked a rag in the alcohol and placed it on Loki's back causing him to hiss in pain and wiggle uncomfortably, before Clint poured it on his back causing Loki to scream, the blood ran off his back, what it revealed shocked the assassin. The others back was littered in wounds that looked ages old, deep cuts and parts of the skin looked twisted and wrinkled as if it was pulled and twisted.

Clint shook his head and backed away at the gruesome sight. Loki looked up at him and then looked down sadly.

Clint shook his head to clear the memory, from his head, why did he have to remember that? Clint glanced at the kitty bed he had made out of towels when idea had struck him, he didn't know if Toast had a owner! Maybe the cat had a owner that he really loved and trusted no one else, then another thought struck him. Maybe Toast had a abusive owner, that's why he was littered in wounds, that's why he had thread around his nose and lips sown. The thought enraged him "Maybe that's why he is so fickle. Maybe his original owner done something to him to make him so angry and not trusting! His original owner might have abused him and left him to die! People like them I hate! I hate people who hurt others!" Clint needed to meet this man or women, with that in mind Clint decided to put up lost cat posters, he want to see if anyone would come by.

If that didn't work he'd try the police station and vet clinic to see if anyone lost a cat or if Toast had any records. If he did, Clint would give Toast to his owner. If he didn't he'd keep Toast.

Steve was sitting quietly in his room drawing when he felt like he was being watched, he looked behind himself, to the right then to the left nearly jumping and falling out of his chair, Toast was sitting on his desk his paws tightly against himself as his tail wrapped around his paws.

"Toast!?" Steve gasped trying to calm down from his fright "What are you doing in here?" he said. He was itching to pet the animal it looked so soft, yet his eyes held something in them, something secrective but there was more, they held pain, sorrow, weakness, hurt, there was something more something stronger in Toasts eyes, wanted, no that needed to be accepted, to be loved but it also shone that he was scared of losing it.

Steve must have been staring because Toast then glared and turned his head "Nya! Nya!" he snapped flicking his tail. Toast stared back with narrowed eyes which shifted about as he studied Steve's face. Steve shifted uncomfortably and grimaced under the intense stare, he felt really uncomfortable with this cat in his room, this cat reminded him too much of Loki, its jet black fur, its green eyes, it even had his hair! Steve blinked surprise it had his hair! It even had Loki's hair curl on his forehead.

Steve had the sudden urge to tug it. He reached his hand forward with the cat withdrawing his head, Steve then held the curl, rubbed it and then tugged it. Toast snarled before wincing in pain, he bared his teeth at the man. Steve laughed nervously as he let the strand go. He really wanted to hold the cat and stroke him but those shape razor white knives that work as teeth...he didn't want those in his flesh. He heard somewhere that if a cats ears are up and tail was smooth they were friendly and free to pet. Yet if their ears were back and tail frizzled they were mean...he looked at the black cat and his ears were back. But he had to try!

He held his hand out flat up the cat's face as if telling him to stop, he held it there and waited. He waited for the cat. Toast looked at the man's hand "Nya?" he looked up at Steve, the look he was giving the man was mocking. Toast lifted his paw and inched forward with his paw still raised and...

Bruce sat scribbling formula's in his notebook while Tony tinkered with his Iron Man suit. Bruce looked up taking off his glasses, opening his mouth to say something, when Stark cut him off "That blasted cat...am I the only one that feels like it's Loki?" he said to the scientist. "I...I don't know. It could be Loki, then again it could just be one of those animals that just happen to resemble other people. Remember that goat that had your goatee? And everyone kept saying it was you?" the scientist said trying to reason with his friend.

Tony made a face that meant "Don't bring that up again" Bruce got the message "I'm just saying, this could be that situation. Just the cat looks like Loki." he said. Tony did a weird twitching shoulder shrug "I still don't like it." then a bloodcurdling scream echoed in the tower.

Both men dropped what they were doing and bolted out of the lab.

They dashed down the hall running into Clint along the way "What happen?" he asked.

"Don't know...but it sounded like Steve." Bruce said huffing as he turned the corner.

"Bet it was that blasted Lokitty! Yes I said Lokitty, because the devil looks like him!" Tony said grinning when notices the glare Clint was throwing him.

When they reached Steve's room the door was open and a trail of blood droplets went from the desk to the bed. The men looked worried "Steve?" Bruce called worried as he noticed the bloody hand print on the sheets.

Then the sheets moved.

Everyone froze.

The sheet continued to rustle, everyone held their breath, wondering who or what it was. Bruce looked at Clint, Clint looked at Tony, Tony looked at them "Well...some one has to go over to the bed..." Tony said not wanting to go over.

Clint didn't move a muscle.

Bruce sighed and walked to the bed, he gripped the sheets, steadying his breathing he gripped them tighter before flinging them back!

"Grock!" Bruce jumped back nearly losing controlled on the other guy, there was a large frog on the bed "Steve doesn't own a frog does he?" he asked curiously, yet relieved it wasn't anything dangerous. Before any of the others could respond another scream was heard, but it sounded as if it was coming from one of the other rooms, the Avengers headed out of the room and peered into the hall way, and waited for the scream again.

Nothing.

It was silent for the time being. Tony furrowed his brows and looked up at the ceiling "JARVIS where exactly is this scream coming from?" he asked.

"Sir, the scream is coming from the training room. Mr. Rogers and Toast are down there together, Toast is...believe it or not fighting Mr. Rogers." Tony glared "I knew it."

"Hey, you don't know the whole story! Steve could have done something to agitate Toast. Cats stop at nothing to get revenge." Clint said coldly as he defended his cat.

"Yeah, but what did Steve possibly do? He is the kindest guy we know." Bruce said, he could read people, he knew Loki was a bag of cats, and Tony was conceded, he could read that Steve was strong, yet gentle, he knew he would never hurt Toast. But that couldn't be said for Toast. Toast looked like he had a bone to pick with everyone.
The way the cat walked, it walked with grace and swiftness, the way it sat, straight and tall like it had pride and dignity (even after his manliness was exposed), the cold emotion filled jade eyes that seemed to look through you, the way it spoke as if it could hold a conversation, yet at the same time it felt like it looked down on you or deemed you nothing more that a object to be ruled. Object to be ruled? Why out of everything did Bruce pick those words?

"Hey, Clint after we get Toast can I see him for a moment I want to try something." Bruce asked innocently. Clint looked like he was against the idea but agreed none the less. When the trio reached the room JARVIS told them of they could see in the window Steve with his shield backing away, he looked scared, terrified as he locked eyes with a small black animal who looked ready to tear him to shreds! Tony opened the door and Clint and Bruce followed in. Clint immediately ran and scooped up the cat, coddling him "Its okay Toast, Steve didn't hurt you did he?" he asked jostling the cat. "Nyaaaa!" Toast cried out venomously.

Steve's voice was wavering as if he was trying to stay calm, his eyes filled with tears as he sniffed several times. Bruce noticed all the long scratches on his face and the blood dripping from them, he could tell the first Avenger was shaken up. Steve was the nicest guy in the team and to have something like this happen to him hurt Bruce. "Come here, I'm going to patch you up and clean your wounds, probably give you a shot to prevent FIV." he said placing a hand on Steve's back leading him out of the room.

"Oh, Clint word of advice, keep Toast away from Steve, either that or get him fixed." Bruce snapped at the assassin.

"Or get him put down." Tony added.

Toast glared and twitched his ear.

Clint held Toast and narrowed his eyes "I'll keep that in mind..." he said coldly as he watched the man leave, he huffed and walked out of the room. Bruce sat with Steve cleaning up his wounds "And then he attacked you?" Bruce said confused "Yea! I don't know what I did wrong...I tried to ignore it but its hard to ignore animals." Steve said sadly. "Then he attacked me. He scratched me and then the freaky part was, his paws glowed green!" Bruce looked at him confused "His paws glowed green?" he asked curiously. "You positive?" he said placing his hands on his lap.

Steve nods "Positive, I wouldn't lie to you." he said. Bruce nodded and shifted his glasses on his face.

Early the next morning Bruce knocked on Clint's bedroom door, it didn't take long for the archer to open the door "Yeah what is it?" he snapped. "Clint I need to borrow Toast, I want to test him, if that is okay." the scientist asked meekly. Clint glanced over shoulder about to respond when the black furred and green eyed cat walked out of the room he glared at the scientist before walking toward the lab, Toast halted and glanced behind himself "Nya! nya nya nya nya!" he snarled. Bruce not wanting the other guy to emerge if Toast decides to attack followed the cat. Bruce set the tom on a scale to weigh it "Nine pounds, though you don't look like." he said to Toast. Toast didn't respond, Bruce took a seat in a rolling stool and measured Toast from head to tail, he determined the age of the cat to be six months old.

He checked his ears, teeth, and eyes, Toast was healthy, now he had to test the magic. He gave him several object like a brick, a book, and a ball of yarn. And he stepped back watching the cat, Toast looked at him and...smirked?

Toast pounced on the ball of yarn and batted it.

Bruce frowned he was sure this cat knew magic. Bruce set up another station to get the cat to perform magic, he recalled how the cat hissed at the mention of Thor's name, so he placed a Thor action figure in front of the cat, Toast simply continued to play with the ball. Bruce also tried several stations with a replica of Loki's helmet, poking and teasing him with it, yet Toast only seemed interested in the ball, bathing, watching, and sleeping.

"I don't know what to tell you, either Toast is a really good actor, or he's a normal cat. I couldn't get him to perform magic. I'm sorry Steve." Bruce said.

Steve frowned "I know what I saw...I did." he sounded like a child being punished for something he didn't do. Bruce placed a hand on Steve's shoulder, both men oblivious to the small cat peeking around the corner as its lips curled into a smile.

Loki was trekking down the halls of Asgard. His hands in shackles while the muzzle fit tightly around his head, a weight weighing down his tongue he did everything in his power not to gag.

Thor was by his side as he lead him to the Allfather, Odin the man had a love-hate relation with his frost giant son. Loki hated him, yet at the same time loved him, which confused Loki, he felt the same way about Thor!

When the brothers reached the steps to the throne, Thor knealt while Loki snarled, not kneeling. Odin seemed unfazed by this and he began to speak "Loki Laufeyson." The use of his true fathers name caused Loki to glare "You have killed thousands of innocent people in order to rule them, you have destroyed the Bifrost, and nearly killed Thor, what do you have to say for yourself."

Thor was ordered to take the muzzle off so Loki could talk. Once it was off Loki stretched his jaw and said "I was being controlled on Midgard, Thor also caused damage to the Bifrost, and it was just of bit fun with the Destroyer." Loki smirked clearly liking his reasons, Odin on the other hand didn't like the reasons.

"Loki your a selfish fool, your power crazed mind will get you nowhere!" Odin snapped as he stood up and walked to the giant runt. "Your mind is poisoned."

"And so is your heart..." Loki said coldly "You lied to me. You told me to hate and fear who I am...what kind of father tells their child that knowing fully of their heritage." he snapped. Odin looked sadden "I did it to protect you."

"If you wished to protect me, you would've told me as a child."

Odin was about to say something more when suddenly before Thor and Loki's eyes the Allfather glowed then popped, as if he was a balloon.

Loki jolted awake opening his eyes blinking some due to the blinding light. Once his eyes adjusted he looked around, he was in the multi shades of gray room, he turned his head to the door and noticed the Archer near him, Loki looked unfazed, did the man seriously think he could sneak up on him? "Pathetic midgardian..." Loki snarled and leapt off the the bed, walking out of the room.

Loki was beyond irritated, why couldn't the Avenger leave him alone? He just wanted some piece and quiet not, coddling nor did he enjoy being held like an infant! "Ugh this is by far the worst punishment I have endured...if I knew fighting back would result in me becoming a cat I would have not bothered putting up a fight." Loki snarled his ears drawn back.

He stopped walking as he looked around, he was lost he didn't know where he was going let alone which way was the right way!

"The accursed hallways all look the same!" thought in frustration. He looked left to right before deciding on keeping straight he may run into one of the avengers and he could toy with them in his boredom.

He didn't like the fact he was much smaller now, he used to be tall and strong, well not as strong as Thor but still he could fight and he would win battles...if he used magic.

He continued to stroll through the Tower he would peer into open rooms and venture inside, mostly the rooms held complex machines and filthy clothes. Which left the poor frost giant gagging and coughing due to his newly developed senses.

One room Loki found particularly interesting was the only one on that floor that wasn't open. He tried stretching himself up as he stood on his hind legs to unlock, or at least open the door to no luck for his paws were to short.

He grumbled and laid himself flat against the floor sticking his paw under the door hoping someone was on the other end and would see him thus opening the door, yet his luck was shot when nothing happen. He growled and began walking way. He glanced back at the door and he has always loved the forbidden, things off limits are always much more fun, when they say "Don't touch" or "Don't pull" you just have to that's why they tell you those things to make sure you do the exact opposite!

"I will explore you yet mysterious forbidden chamber." he told himself.

He turned left and continued down the hallway not really expecting to run into anyone. Loki halted confused, he sniffed the air and closed his eyes trying to figure out the smell "I smell...wood?" he said confused he followed his nose as it lead him to the Soldier's room.

"The Soldier..." he grinned, he walked into the room and watched him, it was clear that he didn't notice Loki. So Loki decided to scare him.

He leapt up onto the large desk surprisingly without a sound and sat there staring dead at the other man, Loki wondered how long it would take for this man to even notice him.

Loki smirked as Steve began to shift uncomfortably, he seemed to become nervous, then his blue eyes met Loki's green, but Loki knew better than to spring at him at that moment, for Steve didn't see him though their eyes met. No the look Steve will give on his own fright is much more hilarious.

Steve looked about before he noticed the dangerous emerald eyes he gave a light cry and grabbed his chest, Loki began to grin he flicked his tail amused "You pathetic mid-'Toast, what are you doing here?" Steve said unknowingly cutting Loki off.

Loki frowned his ears falling to the side and tail drooping.

"How dare you call me by that name!"

Steve stared at Loki as if he understood the trickster, and this irritated him, Loki felt uncomfortable, scared almost for it reminded of all the cold and nasty stares the Other and Odin gave him "Take a photo it shall last you a lifetime!" snapped Loki.

Instead of a photo being taken Loki was surprised the sudden movement of the man's hand to his face! Steve had grabbed the tiny curl that sat near Loki's left ear, he tugged it, this caused Loki to feel weird, he felt really itchy all over, causing his tail to fluff out and he didn't like the feeling "Stop this this instant you patriotic fool!" Loki snarled showing off his sharp white fangs.

Steve laughed and withdrew his hand, Loki thought he was done toying with him but sadly Steve wasn't done. He then held his hand up to Loki, Loki looked confused. What was he suppose to do with his hand? Or was he telling him to stop? It honestly confused Loki, the traditions and ways of the people on Midgard. "I don't want your hand Captain of America...What am suppose to do with it?" Loki mewls.

That is when Loki recalled a memory.

He was tired and weak. He limped through the New York streets not really caring about his surroundings. All he cared about was finding a place to sleep. He continued to wander around aimlessly.

He struggled to continue to go but his body finally had enough, he collapsed under a tree and wasn't able to move another inch, so he settled with this spot being his resting place, Loki closed his eyes and soon found himself asleep, though it wasn't long until he had his rest disturb.

'Ahahahahaha! Dudes check this out!'

Loki opened his eyes in annoyance, there stood a boy with blonde hair and a brown jacket and another boy , who Loki assumed was his brother for they looked exactly alike except he held what looked like a bear in his arms. The loud one was balanced on the top of the benches and was running across it, he then leapt off the bench and summersaulted in the air landing in a tree perched like a monkey. "DORAHHHOOOO!" the boy called out and leapt out of the tree he held his hand out to the other boy who had hit his hand making a smack sound.

"Dude, Mattie, your high fives are weak..." pouted the loud boy.

"Their not suppose to cause you pain, Alfred..." the other boy replied softly, to much of Loki's delight.

Loki nods to himself, maybe the captain wanted this high five.

Loki lifted his paw and inched closer, Loki then touched his paw to the others hand and looked up at him.

Steve couldn't help but smile.

Loki frowned.

He didn't like how this man could just keep smiling at him. "Capatain I do believe that you...HOW DARE YOU TURN YOUR BACK ON ME WHEN I AM STATING MY COMPLAINTS AGAINST YOU!" Loki snarled.

Steve had moved to sit down once more "I'm gonna draw you Toast." he told the cat. That name oh how Loki hates it so.

Loki snarled "You dare call me that name twice!"

Loki was losing all patience with this Avenger. And it's not just him, he was fed up with the rest of them too. And SHIELD, especially the Director Fury. Because of him he had the Avengers formed and they are responsible for his failure, and the pain and suffering that Odin and the Other put him under. The group of heroes didn't know just how close he was to snapping.

Loki was so lost in thought he didn't notice the oldest Avenger (yet not as old as Thor) pull out a sheet of paper along with varies pens "Hey, I have an idea Toast, how about I draw you?" there was that accursed name again, Loki unsheathed his claws and his ears drew back, but he quickly recalled his claws and his ear picked up when he noticed just how well the other male could draw, of course he wasn't as good as Loki but he was far better than Thor at drawing.

Loki watched half impressed with the drawing, he watched as Steve sketched the ears and forehead and occasionally he'd look up at the trickster and back to the paper.

Loki was about to speak his mind about what he thought so far on the drawing but he was interrupted by the other saying "What do you think so far, Toast? I know its just your ears and top of your head but do you like it?"

And with that Loki lost it.

Loki noticed Steve's hand snake his way and the second it was in front of him Loki pounced on it, and with blinding speed he began wrapping his paws around Steve's forearm and curled himself tightly onto the flesh after that Loki without warning sank his sharp white fangs into the hand and bit down even hard drawing dark red blood.

Steve cried out in pain and leapt up to his feet, he starting trying to shake the mad cat off of his arm, but it was useless. He only caused the cat to claw and bite harder.

Steve then tried pulling off the black cat, he only succeed in having the claws rake his arm and blood spilled down his arm, he grabbed Loki by the scruff and tugged but no luck. Loki repositioned himself and tore into the arm, his black paws slick with the blood of the Avenger as his muzzle and fangs were dyed red.

Steve felt tears sting his eyes as he began to panic he was helpless and this cat appeared out to get him. He didn't know why.

The first Avenger was growing desperate he wanted the animal off of his arm but he didn't want to hurt it because heroes don't hurt others and too Toast was only defending himself against whatever Steve did to him, but Steve was starting to think Toast was an exception to being hurt. He seemed to like inflicting pain on others. But Steve didn't want to take drastic measures unless it was absolutely necessary so Capt looked around the room and spotted a pitcher of water that sat on his nightstand that Tony had given everyone to keep in their rooms incase they wanted water, Steve ran over to the stand and took the pitcher and dumped it on top of Loki.

Loki cried out in surprise and quickly let go of Steve's arm only to fall to the floor dripping with water.

Steve noticed this as his chance to escape and he quickly made a move toward the door, only to have it slam shut before he could reach it!

Loki smirked he felt stronger more powerful, his magic had returned but to his dismay it was only his baby magic, the natural magic that he had, not the destructive. This newly restored magic was simply transforming objects and summoning up harmless little wisps of fire that played out images and scenes of whatever he wanted, along with commanding objects.

But he wasn't complaining.

Steve backed away from the door and cat, yet as he backed away Loki approached is paws glowing green, he walked with a slow steady motion the same kind that a predator in the wild would to it's prey. Steve wasn't prepared for what was going to come next, Loki suddenly sprung forward and somehow managed to pin the other to floor. Loki began clawing at Steve's face and where ever else he could hit. His teeth nipping and biting the other, while Steve shrieked out of terror.

Steve managed to take hold of Loki and he did the only thing he could think of right now, he threw Loki. Loki soared through the air shortly before landing on all fours without effort, he grinned and narrowed his eyes his body language made Steve tremble, yet it seemed all to familiar, the wild, controlling look in those deep green eyes, that maniacal smirk that showed sharp razor like teeth.

Steve felt like he was up against...Loki, just a smaller and fluffy version.

Steve had to get out of there and he had to get out of there now, he needed to get away from this cat!

"I thought you were much more stronger than that Rogers? I didn't think that the great and powerful Captain America could be taken down so easily by a much smaller f-agh!" Loki was caught off by a pillow to the face, Steve had threw the pillow that was on his chair and as Loki fumbled to escape it Steve dashed out of the room.

"Why pathetic excuse of patriotism how dare you cut me off while I'm talking to you!" snarled Loki, he batted the pillow with his paws before glaring at it in his fit off anger he transformed the pillow.

The pillow wiggled and glowed a soft yellow hue before stretching and inflating into an oval shape with large bumps onto of it.

'Groak!'

The pillow became a frog, Loki smirked feeling somewhat accomplished with ruining Steve's life. Loki was going to let Steve go, but recalling the fact he had hit him with a pillow, Loki couldn't let that go unpunished.

Loki leapt of the bed and dashed after the Avenger.

Cat or his regular form Loki would have no problem finding Steve. Unlike most people Loki checks the last place someone would hide or think of. And for him that place was the training room. He found that place by accident when he was in Tower the first time, he forgot what he was looking for at that moment but he remembers going down the long corridor and many flights of stairs, but when he found out of this room he knew he had to have it, he was actually hoping to take the tower for himself, he'd knock down the name STARK and place LOKI on it, so people of earth would remember who their rightful lead was.

Loki now stood in front of the training room door watched grinning as the door as he knew the one he wanted was just behind the door, he reached up pressed his paw against the keypad, like he had the first time exploring the tower back when he was invading.

The door slides open "Oh thank goodness, you guys came...oh no." Steve had come out of hiding thinking it was his team but only to be faced with the Cujo of the cat world.

Loki darted at he other and leapt toward him but this was different "Not this time!" Steve hide behind his shield that he had stored here in the training room, Loki hit it and his claws raked against the metal causing a horrendous sound before falling off of it.

Steve looked up and at his shield smirking "Ha! You-AGH!" Steve felt a sharp pain I his leg and hobbled around Loki had bit his ankle.

Loki was getting sick of the taste of this man, he wish he had the destructive magic, heck he would mind the illusions but he pathetic infant magic had to be first to awaken.

"I'm starting to wish we left the tread on your mouth." Steve whimpered, Loki didn't like that response "You foul swine you don't know the pain that thread brings me!" Loki began approaching the other this with the intent on killing him, as Steve backed away.

Suddenly the door opened and Loki was scooped off the ground.

"Are you okay buba? Its okay Toast, Steve didn't hurt you did he?" Clint asked jostling the cat. "The Avengers, should known...AND STOP WITH THIS TRECHEROUS NAME!" Loki screeched.

"I-Is he okay!? Th-That beast nearly killed me!" Steve said his voice breaking out of fear. Clint looked at Steve, his eyes narrowed "Don't you dare Spangles! What did you do to my cat?" Clint snapped. Loki stopped his squirming upon hearing the birth of an argument, his job here was done, it wasn't the way he planned it to go, which was to kill Steve and have everyone bicker, until they would realize who he was and that he was no play thing, but this was much more entertaining.

"Nothing! I-I was just drawing and he came into my room and I was going to pet him but he scratched me! When I tried to get him out of my room he jumped onto my arm and clawed my face, I tried throwing him off but he kept scratching me." Steve thought it was best to leave out the fact he dumped water onto the cat and threw a pillow at it.

"Oh, Clint word of advice, keep Toast away from Steve, either that or get him fixed." Bruce snapped at the assassin.

"Or get him put down." Tony added.

Loki glared and twitched his ear in pleasure "Your next Stark." Loki thought.

Clint held Loki and narrowed his eyes "I'll keep that in mind..." he said coldly as he watched the man leave, he huffed and walked out of the room.

Clint had taken Loki back to his room and Clint collapsed onto the bed sighing. "It's okay, I know you wouldn't attack anyone unless someone had hurt you." Clint said kissing the top of Loki's head, this startled the trickster and he wasn't sure how to react to it. Clint didn't notice the blood stained fur. The rest of the night Clint tried to play with Loki but the trickster simply ignored him and crawled under Clint's bed.

Early the next morning someone knocked on Clint's bedroom door startling Loki awake he tried sitting up only to hit his head on the base and moan in pain. Loki crawled out from under the bed and watched the scene before him, It didn't take long for the archer to open the door "Yeah what is it?" he snapped. "Clint I need to borrow Toast" it was the scientist "I want to test him, if that is okay." the scientist asked meekly. Clint glanced over shoulder about to respond when Loki made the decision to walked out of the room he glared at the scientist before walking toward the lab, Loki halted and glanced behind himself "Are you coming or not!?" he snarled. Bruce not wanting the other guy to emerge if Loki decides to attack followed the cat.

Once in the lab Bruce set the trickster on a scale to weigh him "Nine pounds, though you don't look like." he said. Loki didn't respond, Bruce took a seat in a rolling stool and measured Loki from head to tail, he determined the age of the cat to be six months old.

He checked his ears, teeth, and eyes, Loki was healthy, now he had to test the magic. Loki was placed on the floor as the scientist scurried about and gave him several object like a brick, a book, and a ball of yarn. And he stepped back watching the cat, Loki looked at him and smirked? Loki was no fool, he knew what he was trying to do. And there was no way that Loki was going to be let himself be caught this easily no, not after the display the Hawkeye gave him, he will make this as painful and tedious for the meek man.

Loki pounced on the ball of yarn and batted it.

Bruce frowned he was sure this cat knew magic. Bruce set up another station to get the cat to perform magic, he recalled how the cat hissed at the mention of Thor's name, so he placed a Thor action figure in front of the cat, Loki noticed the action figure and it made him burn inside with pure hate but he simply continued to play with the ball. Bruce also tried several stations with a replica of the tricksters own helmet, poking and teasing Loki with it, yet Loki continued to play the part of a kitten who seemed interested in the ball, bathing, watching, and sleeping.

"I don't know what to tell you, either Toast is a really good actor, or he's a normal cat. I couldn't get him to perform magic. I'm sorry Steve." Loki heard Bruce say as the two conversed outside of the lab.

Steve frowned "I know what I saw...I did." he sounded like a child being punished for something he didn't do. Bruce placed a hand on Steve's shoulder, both men oblivious to the trickster peeking around the corner as his lips curled into a smile.

Sorry this took so long my computer is old and fanfiction keeps crashing on it. I had to rewrite this like a lot. Anyway what happen to Steve is what happen to my friend recently his cat latched onto him because his cat has some biting issue. Any way here is its and I hope chap 4 doesn't take this long I'm sorry. Oh and FIV is a kitty version of HIV, I heard this lady talking about it at the Pet Store.