What if Tony had a pet? A fancy, fluffy black cat that seems to hate Sams guts, and Sam is not jealous of the little thing, especially not when the cat seems to always be plastered against Tony, curled up on his chest when Sam comes into the bedroom and finds Tony asleep, Sam is not jealous when he sees Tony petting, hugging and even cooing at the little fluffy devil. And the worst thing of all is that the cat seems to go out of his way to cockblock him.
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Sam likes cats just fine. Really he does. If he was asked he would say he is a cat person rather than a dog person and he didn’t need Clint’s and Bucky’s jokes about how that didn’t fit. But the point is. Sam likes cats. He loves them, they love him and it all works out. Usually.
But not with Tony’s cat.
Tony’s cat is, of course, special. It wouldn’t be Tony’s if it wasn’t but even Sam has to admit that this is a bit much.
The cat adores Tony, clearly, always around him, cuddling up, being pampered by Tony and loving every second going by the constant purr that’s going on. It’s not that Sam has a problem with that, he really doesn’t, but. He does have a problem with it.
Because as much as the cat seems to love Tony, it’s pretty clear that it hates Sam.
And Sam has the scratches to proof it too.
It’s not even that he purposefully disturbs the cat or something. It’s just that whenever he comes close to Tony, in any capacity, the cat is suddenly there, coming out of nowhere, and it makes very clear that it doesn’t like Sam being this close to Tony.
Even if there are at least three feet between them.