“The process starts with character. It starts with story and character and that drives everything else because all the detail and explosions and fidelity we add on top of that is nothing if you don’t believe in those characters and the story they’re telling you.” ~ David Wilson, Blur Director
Prompt: Sam fic prompt: you’ve smuggled an animal into your room at the Avengers Tower and Sam catches you playing with it.- @agentraven007
Authors notes: This one is much shorter than I intended but here it is. :)
“Hey, (y/n),” Sam was staring at his phone when he barged into your room and when he looked up he found you frozen in your tracks with a kitten in your hands. “Oh, man, Stark is gonna loose it.” He laughed.
There were no pets allowed in Stark Tower. Not after the incident with Lucky, Clint’s dog. Tony had his ‘bots cleaning that mess up for weeks. Stark banned all things furry and fluffy ever since and you hated the rule, not that you always followed it.
“No!” You cried out. “Please come on, Sam don’t tell anyone! I’m taking him to the shelter tomorrow. Let me keep him, just tonight.” You gave Sam the best puppy dog eyes you could and held the orange cat up to your cheek, hoping to double the cuteness.
“How did you even get it in here?” Sam asked as he snapped a picture of you and the kitten for evidence.
“Easy,” You scoffed. “My purse can hold, like, twenty pounds of whatever I want. I could have smuggled in fifteen kittens if I had found them.”
“You swear you’re taking his to the shelter tomorrow?” He prodded.
You beamed a toothy grin. “Cross my heart and hope to die.”
Sam squinted at you not entirely believing your promise but letting it slide none the less. “He is kinda cute.” He smiled, reaching out to rub a finger on the tiny cat’s head. “You can’t tell T’Challa about this. I’ll never live it down.”