Happy Christmas Eve, people! Here's a chappy, whether you celebrate or not! :D I'll try and get another one up tomorrow, too.

Chapter Eleven - Cats, Part Two

"So," I said. "I would suggest you name them, because they are primarily yours, but you don't have the best naming history."

"Hey!" Tony whined. "I do, too!"

I gave him a look.

"I name things after people I love," he said quietly.

I paused, looking at him. "I get JARVIS, who's actually been really quietly lately..."

"I am scanning information on being a cat owner," JARVIS said. "In the future, please give me a warning."

I nodded. "Okay. But what about the others? Are you saying that the bots are named after people, too?"

Tony nodded. "When I first named Dum-E I didn't do it on purpose. I was drunk, and was showing him pictures of the Howling Commandos. When I got to Uncle Dum-Dum, and talked about what a dummy he was, well…the little bot got really excited. He started whistling, you know? And I ended up naming him Dum-E."

"Oh," I said quietly. "And the others?"

"It's a bit of a weird story, but U is named after Gabe Jones because of his multilingualism, and Butterfingers was named after Jack Dernier because he was really good with bombs. He'd slip them under tank and stuff and make it look effortless, so…yeah. And when Butterfingers dropped something, it just became funnier."

"There were two others, right?" I asked.

Tony nodded. "Yeah. I never met Falsworth. He died before I was born. But as for the others…I grew up with them as my Uncles. Uncle Gabe, Uncle Tim – Dum Dum's real name, Uncle Jacque and Uncle Jim."

"Jim…Morita?" I asked. "What about him?"

Tony began to blush. "He…might've told me that I'm not allowed to name any of my…children…after him."

"Wait, is he still alive?" I asked, shocked.

"They all are," Tony said. "Why do you ask?"

"Because I know he's dead when Steve woke up," I said. "Or at least…his file said he was. Who the fuck knows if SHIELD was lying to him…"

Tony nodded firmly. "Okay, then we'll move them in with us, too. It won't be hard to grab Uncle Jim; he lives in New York with his grandson."

I nodded; that I remembered, because Morita (the grandson) was the principal of Peter's school.

"And the others?" I asked him.

Tony shrugged. "Uncle Jacque is going to be more annoying, because he doesn't live in the US, but neither does Aunt Peggy right now. Uncle Tim and Uncle Gabe live in Virginia, though, and it won't be too hard to get them, either."

"Alright, it's a plan then," I said, nodding.

Tony sat on the couch working on his Tower and playing with the cats, who still didn't have names yet.

I was in the kitchen, making dinner for the two of us and a cake, because I think Tony deserves a cake at this point.

Well, I hadn't started the cake yet.

"Hey, JARVIS?" I asked.

"Yes, Mrs. Dreyar?" he asked.

"Can you make three lists for me? Visual, so I can look at them?"

Three blank screens popped up in front of me.

"Thanks," I said. I looked at the first one. "On this one can you write some names down for me?"

"Whenever you're ready," JARVIS said.

"Alright. On this list, we need Justin Hammer, Aldrich Killian…Wilson Fisk…I don't remember the first name, but he goes by Kilgrave and he looks like David Tennant."

"What are you doing?" Tony asked, coming into the room and tugging the kitten bed with it. The cats seemed content to just sit there.

"Making lists and making dinner," I told him. "You come up with any names?"

He nodded. "This one is Oxy, and this one is Nitry…"

"You are not naming them after elements," I told him.

"The only other thing I have is pop culture!" he pointed out.

"Then use pop culture. It's better then elements! What were you gonna name Momma, Hydrogen?"

"Fine," Tony grumbled. "She's Duchess then. And this one," he patted the runt, the smallest one, "is Marie."

"The Aristocats?" I asked him. "And what if Marie is male? Also, JARVIS, can you find schedule an appointment at the vets for us?"

"Is there a specific one you'd like?" JARVIS asked.

"The one with the best reviews," Tony said, sitting on the floor next to the kitchen. "And if they're the wrong sex…eh. It'll be fine."

I rolled my eyes. "Alright, who else?"

The two cats he had already named – the mother, and the smallest – were both white. They were the only ones, though, and it made me wonder what breed the father was, because they were a mix of different colors.

Tony picked up what was the fourth biggest kitten (not that any of them were really big, just not as small as the others), who was covered in gray and dark streaks. "This'll be Tom."

"As in Tom and Jerry?" I guessed.

He nodded, and turned to the remaining ones. "These two will be Aslan, and Simba," he pointed to the biggest two kittens. Simba was the one that was slightly smaller, and Aslan also had more streaks of color on him (Simba was closer to solid-colored). "And this one will be Milo." He pointed at the last white and golden kitten, who was the second smallest.

"I got the first two," I said. "But Milo?"

"Milo and Otis?" Tony asked. "It's a movie."

"Hmm," I muttered. "And the last two?"

The remaining two cats were both solid black, but could be told apart from their size and their eyes. "This one will be Salem," Tony pointed to the third biggest, who had bright green eyes. "And this one will be Snowball." He pointed to the fifth biggest.

"What's Snowball from?" I asked, confused. Salem was from Sabrina, I knew that much.

"The Simpsons," Tony said.

In order from largest to smallest, Duchess (she doesn't really count, though, as the mother), then Aslan, Simba, Salem, Tom, Snowball, Milo and Marie. Marie was also much smaller than the others, obviously the runt of the group.

Tony scratched a few of their heads and they purred wildly.

I rolled my eyes and returned to the cooking and the lists.

"On this list," I gestured to one of the blank ones. "I need you to put down the names Nicholas Fury, Maria Hill, Phil Coulson, Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton, Melinda May, and Jemma Fitz and Leopold Simmons."

I paused. "Or maybe it's Leopold Fitz and Jemma Simmons? Fuck. They're a scientific pair that works together."

"What's that?" Tony asked, reading over the list.

"That is the list of SHIELD agents that are absolutely not HYDRA."

I turned to the last list. "Finally, add Alexander Pierce, Senator Stern, Brock Rumlow, Baron Von Wolfgang, Grant Ward, and Jasper Sitwell."

I paused. "Put a question mark next to Sitwell's name."

"Who are these?" Tony asked. "Secretary of State? Senator Stern?"

"These are people who are HYDRA," I told him.

He froze. "Secretary Pierce?"

I nodded. "Worse, he's on the World Security Council."

"I know," Tony muttered, rubbing his forehead. "And Stern? I mean, I knew he was an asshole, but…"

"He's a slimy piece of shit, Tony, accept it," I shivered as I thought about him. Just thinking about him gave me the creeps. He reminded me of Ivan far too much.

"Why is there a question mark by Sitwell's name?" Tony asked.

I shrugged. "I'm pretty sure I saw his name on the list, but it's not one of the ones I know for positive. And even then, I'm not quite sure everyone else on the list is, either. You know I read fanfiction, right?"

"Oh My God, did you read fanfiction about this universe?" Tony asked, jaw dropped.

I shrugged. "Anyway, in one of them, an agent approached another agent and told them 'Hail Hydra'. And he repeated it back, because he thought it was a prank."

"How would that be a prank?" Tony asked.

"Coulson," I answered.

"What about Agent?" Tony asked.

"He's a huge Captain America fan, and the guy thought they were passing the saying back and forth to see how long it took for Coulson to notice and blow up at them. They also want to see him lose his temper, which I'm not actually sure is possible. Even at his most dangerous, he was threatening in a calm, quiet voice. Anyway, the guy fell into the plot and then he realized Holy shit it's actually Hydra."

"So how are you going to know?" Tony asked.

I smirked. "Erik. Anyway, about Coulson, I'm going to try and put him in 'danger' at some point and have Steve save him. It's going to be hilarious!" I wheezed.

Tony rolled his eyes, before looking back at the lists. "When are you going to get Bucky?" he asked quietly.

"Soon," I promised. "I was hoping you'd build me some sort of indestructible containment room first, though. Preferably white, and also movable so we can carry it to New York with us."

"Why can't we just rebuild it?" Tony asked.

"I'm gonna be using paint therapy," I told Tony.

"I dunno what that means," he said.

"You'll figure it out eventually."

"An indestructible room…" Tony murmured, before smiling at me. "Will you test it?"

I sighed with a smile on my face, and rolled my eyes. "Yes, Tony, I'll test your stuff with magic. Though perhaps it's be better to use my magic to launch other things at it, see if it can test the weight and force rather than the magic itself."

"But we'll do that later?" Tony asked, pouting.

I smiled at him. "Yes, Tony, we'll do that later."

He smiled and then clapped his hands, the hologram vanishing. "Awesome! And I'm done with the base structure of the tower, enough for them to start building, anyway. I'll contact the builders. And also get ahold of the property if I don't have it?"

"You have already bought the property, Sir," JARVIS announced.

"Oh good, thanks JARVIS!" Tony said happily.

"Now, I'm going to finish up with our food," I said. "Tony, I have some questions about your suit."

"Yeah?" he asked.

"One, do you have a suitcase suit? Like a portable suitcase you carry around with you that you can wear?"

"I'm working on one, but it's not finished yet," Tony said. "Why?"

"Add in some stuff to it to make it electricity resistant or whatever. It'll come in handy. And then once you've got that done, I'll talk to you about some updates I know you put in, okay? I'll have JARVIS tell you when food is ready."

"What about the cats?" Tony asked worriedly.

I smiled at him. "You're sweet. Don't worry about them, I'll give them some sweet dreams for a bit, let them adjust to the house in their sleep."

"Is that how it works?" Tony asked.

"I have absolutely no idea," I told him. "Now shoo."

"Did you just 'shoo' me?" Tony gasped scandalously.

"I will find a newspaper," I warned him.

He smiled and went down to his lab.

As he left, I swiped away the lists for the HYDRA members and the SHIELD members. "JARVIS, add the name Ivan Vanko to this last list. He's going to become a bit of a problem soon, along with Hammer. Thought you'd might like a heads up."

"Thank you," JARVIS said.

"Also, can you try and keep Tony distracted for over an hour?" I asked, requipping out the other 'secret ingredients' I bought. "I'm going to make him a surprise cake. What does he like? I've got what I need for white, chocolate, red velvet, etc…We should celebrate! If not his new element, then his newfound communication skills! Plus, I haven't made a home-baked cake in ages! Do you know what his favorite type is?"

"He likes just about any type of cake, as long as it is unhealthy," JARVIS deadpanned.

I snorted. "What about the frosting? Like…is there a limit to the amount of sugar he can have? Because it's gonna be sweet."

"Is that such a good idea?" JARVIS asked.

I shrugged.

"How big are you planning on making the cake?" JARVIS asked.

I paused. Good question. "Eh…normal sized?" I measured it out with my arms.

"I see. Perhaps chocolate cake would be the best bet then?"

"Wait…" I looked up, confused. "But…why would making a certain amount change the flavor?"

"Colonel Rhodes, Ms. Potts, and Mr. Hogan are all fond of chocolate cake."

I nodded. "Oh, I get it." I grabbed out everything else I need and grabbed the stuff I saw in the kitchen before I left. "By the way, JARVIS, why does Tony have a mixer?" I asked.

"That is a story better asked to him," JARVIS replied.

I shrugged and went back to work.