May's POV

This was officially the worst day in my life. You could think it would have been the one where I changed into a panther, but no. This was way worse.

'Fuck my life. As in: FUCK. MY. LIFE. It's bad enough that I'm changed into a panther, but this? This is just cruel. I don't want to live like this anymore…' I thought.

I almost started to sob, giving Tony my best puppy eyes (or kitten eyes, whatever), but he reluctantly shook his head.

"No, May. And pouting won't help either. This stuff can make you blind, you know!"

'But it's chocolaahahaaaate…' I thought, and pouted more.

"I said no. What do I have to do to make you listen to me?"

"Forget it, Tony, she ain't gonna listen" Clint said. "You've been at this for fifteen minutes now, you'll have to tie her up in your lab before she's gonna leave the chocolate stash alone."

"Then at least can I have a cookie?" I typed.

"NO" Tony almost yelled.

'Sonofafreakingfuckfacegoddamnitgofuckyourselfyoulittlepieceofshizzle…' I thought as I stalked away.

"She isn't going to let this go, is she?" Tony asked.

"Pfsh, what do you think?"

oOoOoOo

"Avengers, assemble" a voice rang through the tower. Tony's voice, to be precise. "This is gonna be a quick one guys, just in and out."

Looking up, Clint groaned. He stalked away, but not before pointing at me, saying "be good." I waved him off- or at least, attempted to- and he continued his way to the elevator.

'Okay, I haven't got much time' I thought once he had left, 'time to find the food.'

On a now very important mission, I sneaked my way into the kitchen. Sniffing the air a couple of times, I knew where the chocolate-chip cookies were stored and internally smirked. 'Victory. I's so close now…' The only down part was that Tony had put them in the upper cabinet, so that I couldn't reach them. 'Hmm. Watch me.'

I jumped on the table, only slipping a little bit. Next I hopped on the counter, where I balanced myself on my back paws. Reaching for the cabinet, I was doing my best not to fall over, and even if I say so myself, I was doing a damn good job, until a loud voice rang through the air.

"MAYBELLE BOSLEY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" Tony yelled. Cue me falling back on the ground with a loud thud.

Whining loudly, I got back up.

"Well that's what you get! For the last damn time; NO CHOCOLATE. NO COOKIES. IF YOU'RE HUGRY, EAT YOUR DAMN MEAT!"

He hung up, muttering something about 'why did Fury think this was a good idea. Sure, let's dump the panther with Stark…' etcetera.

I stalked back to the couch. When I got there I laid back down, until a familiar scent reached my nose. 'Seriously? Now everything smells like cookies? That's just mean' I thought. However, when I lifted my head a bit, I noticed the scent came from somewhere else.

The vents.

Oh Clint, you sneaky bastard.

Jumping a few closets, I managed to get into the vent. 'Oh yeah, it's definitely coming from the vents' I thought as I sniffed the air once more. Praying that I wouldn't get stuck, I crawled through the narrow passages while following My nose. Left, right, right again, going down a bit and around some more corners, I finally found it.

Hallelujah, food.

I scratched at the packaging and opened the box of cookies, too eager to wait any longer. In my pure happiness and delight I unfortunately didn't hear the approaching bird behind me.

"Fuck May! That's my food!" he said.

'That was your food. Too bad' I thought.

He grabbed you by the neck and dragged you out of the vents, back into the common living room.

"Found her" he said.

"She was in the vents?" Tony said, quirking his eyebrow. "What was she doing there?" His question was answered when he saw me licking off my face. He sighed. "Clint… Did you keep a secret food stash in the vents again?"

"...

No."

"CLINT."

"Well 'sorry', but it's not my fault that ThOR KEEPS EATING ALL THE DAMN COOKIES IN THE TOWER."

"WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO WTH THIS?"

"YOU DO EAT EVERYTHING IN THE TOWER."

"QUIET, SPANGLES."

"HEY, THAT'S MY NICKNAME FOR HIM!"

"NOBODY CAN USE THAT NICKNAME"

"FINE, CAPSICLE."

"FOR THE LAST DAMN TIME, FIND YOUR OWN DAMN NICKNAMES."

"WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT, TIN MAN!?"

"WELL I MIGHT JUST KISK YOUR ASS, BIRDBRAIN."

"NO-ONE IS KICKING ANYONES BEHIND, ANTHONY."

"DON'T YOU CALL ME THAT, STEVEN."

"I'LL CALL YOU HOWEVER I WANT."

"THEN DON'T WHINE WHEN WE GIVE YOU NICKNAMES."

"I'M GIVING NICKNAMES, YOU JUST COPY THEM YOU –"

"How long is it going to take this time?" Natasha asked Bruce.

"Hard to say, given that Steve's entered the argument this time. We'll see" he answered while looking at me lying contently on the ground, absent-minded and rubbing my belly.