October 13th: Are you superstitious?

(rated K+)

Bruce was reading something on his StarkPad before checking the time. He looked up to meet Tony's eye: „Isn't Thor coming back for dinner tonight?"
Tony looked up from his laptop: „Hmm? … Oh, no. He is 'Going to the moving pictures with Lady Jane.'" Tony was disguising his voice when he talked to sound more like Thor. Bruce grinned before looking down again: „Okay, okay. But it is already 8. Why is Natasha taking so long from the Chinese restaurant around to corner back to here? It's been like close to an hour…"
Tony shrugged and grinned: „I can locate her phone if you want…"
Bruce sighed: „No… that is rude, Tony!"
Right before Tony could answer the elevator made a single beeping sound and the doors opened. In her left hand Nat was holding the bag with their food and in her right hand, she was holding something she wasn't supposed to take home. A small black kitten was holding onto Natasha's sweatshirt as if its life would depend on it. Its claws weren't too long and it didn't reach her skin.

Tony was staring at her: „No… are you fucking kidding me?"
Natasha was walking over to the table and put the bag on the surface: „What's wrong, Stark? Do I need to ask for permission? Fill in forms?" The kitten miaued when she bowed down a little to not drop the bag.
Rising from his chair Tony pointed on the pet: „It's from the street! You don't know if it is sick or something!"
Natasha smirked: „Calm down already… it's just hungry and lonely. I can take it to my apartment and you won't have to be near it."
Steve couldn't help but grin, however, he remained in his seat at the table. Bruce looked up to watch Tony pace around the kitchen: „It's alright… I can check on the kitten later."
Running his fingers through his hair Tony stopped by the window: „She carried this thing around with our food next to it!"
Natasha laughed: „The food is in boxes and the boxes are in a bag, okay?"

Right in that moment Clint entered the room and looked around confused: „What's going on?"
Nat turned around now holding the kitten in both hands: „I found this poor little guy in front of the china-restaurant… I couldn't leave it behind."
Clint smiled and walked over to Nat. He started ruffling the cat's fur: „Cute! I'll hang out at your apartment a lot from now."
Tony was just standing there shaking his head: „Why is everyone so happy about this germ factory in MY kitchen?"

Clint started grinning: „What Stark? You are the one walking in here with oil and chemicals on your hands all the time."
Falling back down on his chair Tony spoke up again: „Yes… but those things are safe. They are coming from my lab."
Relieving Nat of the kitten and holding it close to him Clint smirked: „Are you superstitious or something? Don't you want black cats in the Tower on Friday the 13th?"
Tony glanced at Clint: „Don't be ridiculous, Barton!"

Natasha contained her laughter: „Of all the people in the world you are the last I expected to be superstitious."
Tony tore his hair: „No! I told you it's just because that cat is dirty!"

Clint looked down on the kitten: „Doesn't look so bad to me… Be careful, by the way... if you are waving your hands around like that you might drop the salt and that might be bad luck today too."
Now Steve and Bruce started giggling too.
Natasha walked over to the table and was about to unpack the food, but stopped before touching the bag: „Oh… sorry Tony. Should I wash my hands to not contaminate your food?"
Tony sighed: „I know you are being sarcastic as fuck, Romanoff… but actually YES! That would be highly requested."
Nat grinned and walked back over to Clint taking back the kitten from him: „Okay then… I'll take you down to my bedroom and you can sleep and drink milk. Tomorrow I'll buy some cat food for you." She looked up at the others: „I'll be back in a few… start without me."
Quickly Nat walked back to the elevator and she disappeared. Steve grinned: „Who knew she's sensible on the inside…"
Clint smiled and washed his hands before Tony would freak out: „It is a really cute cat after all…"
Bruce started unpacking the food in Natasha's place and put everyone's food on the table in front of their seats: „Seriously Tony… you need to calm down."
Tony sat in silence pouting: „Please, Bruce… I need at least one ally."
Bruce grinned: „Let's not talk about it again…"
Clint muttered: „At least not today…"