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Rhodey getting a cat that hates him but loves Tony

Carol’s cat is a menace.

This is a fact, like Newton’s laws, and the fact that the sky is up, are facts. 

Goose, which Rhodey spitefully thinks is a wonderful name for a cat as awful as the orange monster that has somehow been left in his house, is an awful, awful cat. 

He bites, and claws, and yowls at all hours of the night.

And is currently napping peacefully on top of Tony’s lap, who is staring down at the thing with stars in his eyes, like he’s been given the greatest gift ever. 

“Tones, be careful,” He whisper-yells from across the room, because he is not getting anywhere near that fluffy asshole, not even to protect Tony, but Tony’s just met Goose, and if he’s not careful he’s gonna get clawed to shreds and then he’ll do that thing where he’ll pretend he’s fine and then go and cry in the bathroom, and Rhodey does not want that.

Tony, ignoring Rhodey’s extremely good advice, slowly brings his hand down, and pets from the top of Goose’s head down to his tail. 

Rhodey braces for the yowling and screaming.

Nothing of the sort happens. 

Instead, Tony’s eyes get even bigger, his already big eyes growing cartoonishly wide, and he does it again. Goose stretches up, and headbutts Tony’s stomach, and Goose-

Goose is purring.

What the fuck. 

“What the fuck,” Rhodey whispers, as Goose, the horrible, asshole of a cat Carol had dropped on them with absolutely no warning because they were the only two people she knew who weren’t under dorm rules, pushes into Tony’s hands, purring like a goddamn motorcycle.

Tony looks like he’s been told he’s won a trip to CERN, and to meet Stephen Hawking, and has been given a time machine so that he can go talk to Tesla. He looks like every single one of his heroes has told him that they’re proud of him, and he’s petting the meanest cat that Rhodey has ever met. 

The meanest cat he’s ever met, aside from, apparently, around Tony. 

Hell, even Carol gets scratched to shit sometimes, and Goose likes Carol. 

“I love him,” Tony whispers, stars in his eyes as he scratches under Goose’s chin, “This is my life now.”

Rhodey wonders how this is his life.