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braveclementine · 7 months ago

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Chapter 16

Warnings: None (anyone can read this story)

𝓑𝓡𝓤𝓒𝓔 was still working on the pain medicine, so I did my best staying out of everyone's way. I didn't want Pepper to yell at me again, and I didn't want to hear Bucky and Steve fight again either. Especially not over me.

I debated about finding Billy and Tommy, before I remembered that they didn't live in the tower most of the time. Wanda and Vision had a house somewhere in New York that they stayed at instead.

I decided to explore a few more floors that I had never been to, to keep me occupied from doing anymore harm.

There was a floor that was made of what seemed like precious, fragile things. There were items made of glass on pedestals of marble. Paintings hung on walls in what seemed like gilded gold frames. None of the art that was actually on the canvas made any sense to me, but I liked the pretty swirls of colour.

Another floor seemed rather the same as the first floor, except that it seemed. . . less formal? There were several canvas' set up on easels, but none of them seemed filled with much colour. Some of them had gray and black outlines on them, as though they were in the middle of being drawn.

There were lots of beige, baggy cloths that covered the walls and floor, dotted with paint drips. There were a couple of completed paintings that hung on the very back wall. One was of a woman with deep brown hair and full red lips.

Another was of Bucky, looking shiny on the canvas. He was wearing a strange uniform outfit that was almost a beige, or perhaps an olive green.

Another was of me in Bucky's arms.

Actually, a lot of the drawings were of Bucky or of Bucky and me.

I was starting to think that maybe one of the Avengers knew how to paint and draw. Probably, considering the popular topic of the art, was Steve. I wondered who the brown haired lady was. Their soulmate?

A third floor had lots of pointy things on the walls. Most of them were straight or mostly straight. They were almost all in a silvery colour, though it varied on whether these blades were dull or shining. There were a couple of weapons that really just looked like big sticks with points. They were even made of wood.

There were several dozen bows and arrows, all of different sizes and makes. It was very strange, seeing all of these weapons on a wall. Why were they on a wall? What were they defending from? Why had they let them collect a layer of dust? Didn't they need these for their missions?

But it was the fourth floor that I liked the most.

When it opened up, I mewed happily as there were many, many bright colours.

The floor changed from tile or wood, to something very squishy and pleasant. The floor was multi-coloured, seemingly like big large puzzles pieces put together. I think it was made of foam and it covered the floor from corner to corner.

There were thousands of toys spread out everywhere. A dollhouse with twenty dolls laying around it, heaps of doll clothes laying around the dolls. There were orange trucks with different mechanisms so that they did different things.

There were trains with faces on them, sitting stationary on a large track that also seemed to cover the room.

I wondered why the trains had faces.

There were plastic animals that littered the floor and I knew all of them by name because of the tests that I had to run with Fury's assistants. A plastic white sheep. That dotted thing was a cow.

In nature, if I were to have seen these animals in real life, I would have known what they were. But seeing them in plastic casing were different. I didn't know what they were until I was told. It was weird.

There were several doors in this room, all of them open either fully or halfway. Pleased with the first room, I made my way to the door on the left.

I opened up onto another balcony, the suns shining rays beaming down onto the large, very high, circular thing that sat there. I could smell some sort of chemical, though it wasn't heavy, and I hopped up onto the ladder stairs that was there, taking them carefully so I didn't fall one way or the other.

It seemed to be water, but it didn't smell like water. It smelled like a chemical and I wasn't as pleased with this as the other. So I hopped back down the ladder- in truth I didn't really like water period no matter how it smelled- and went back into the colorful room.

I trotted over to the next door and found that it too was outside. The walkway was far to large and wide to be called a balcony though. There was even green grass and it seemed to me that the only way it could be hanging off the side of Avengers Tower was magic.

Spread out all across this 'balcony' was what seemed like a very, very large playground. It too spread from one side of the 'balcony' to the next. It was definitely made of metal, with what seemed like ten thousand slides. Some were straight, some curved. Some had the tunnel thing over the slides and some were wide open.

There were a thousand tunnels for kids to climb through and several of those seats that you sit on and they spin so that you get dizzy. There was a strange wheel that looked like it would turn as well. . . like a smaller version of a carousel, without the horses. There were several straight beams with seats that I recognized from Mr. Peters house as a seesaw.

There was a huge swing set as well, along with this great big rope tower that connected to the playground. It went up into a point, made of a strong rope and metal bolts. I decided that eventually- not today- I would like to climb up to the top.

There was what looked like a low rock wall and though it didn't go as high as the rope tower, it was very wide, with several tunnels inside. The tunnels extended forever and perhaps even led to small rooms inside the rock.

All of this was propped up on a sort of squishy surface that was also hard. And also chunks of black pieces that sort of smelled like a black road.

I purred. I loved this room.

The next room was very different. It was painted in a light blue and pink colour, so pastel it could've passed for white. There was a large white rocking chair in the corner. There were a couple of toys in here as well, mostly small cars, and a few stuffed animals that came in brown bear, pink rabbit, and green caterpillar.

But there were also shelves upon shelves of books. The furniture that held the books were also white and all of the books were super thin, with colourful bindings and large words on the covers.

The last room was a surprise. The walls were a soft pink and the lights were very dim. There was a small, white bookcase in the corner that was half-filled with books. There was a blue, comfy squashy chair in the corner that had a book sitting in its seat. There was a light pink crib at the far corner of the wall, which had a mobile of tiny red and gold flying men on them, little flames coming out of their hands and feet.

I leapt up onto the crib, looking down, and was interested to see something moving in there. I leapt down onto the soft bedding of the crib, and sniffed at it.

It seemed like a human, but a very tiny one. I padded up to where its head was, its large brown eyes staring up at me.

I couldn't tell how old it was, nor could I really tell if it was a boy or a girl. I supposed by the colour scheme it must be a girl though.

One little hand reached out, grabbing my leg. It's grip was very firm, but not to tight.

I wondered if this is where the Avengers came from. If they trained these little people right here in their house to become a superhero. If so, this one must be a dud. It wasn't very strong. Or maybe it just needed more training.

I sniffed at her again, and found that I could smell milk. I let my nose lead me to where little sounds were babbling out of her lips at me. Small coos and what I thought might even be a laugh. There was white liquid on her lips and that was the milk.

I licked tentatively at the milk, feeling thirsty after my escapades. If she wasn't going to drink it, then I could and I would.

Or, at least, until that horribly familiar screeching started to screech again.

"NO!" Pepper shouted. I could hear the familiar clickety clack of her heels as she rushed towards the crib.

I looked up from where I was standing over the little human and Pepper picked me up by the scruff of my neck, tossing me to the floor. I tumbled over the carpet, shaking myself off from the roll.

Pepper was sobbing and I was scared and the little human was crying.

Pepper glared down at me with large, round blue eyes. I realized, strangely, that she was scared too. But why?

"Blizzard." Her voice was shaky, trembling as she clutched the little human to her chest. "You. You cannot. You cannot do that! You'll kill her. You need to go back. Go back to Buck and Steve and stay in your room. It is so irresponsible for them to let you wander wherever you want to!"

She bent down, picking me up by the scruff of my neck again. She held the little human in one arm. She stormed over to the already opening elevator and it started to descend before the doors were even closed.

I supposed robot lady was on Pepper's side.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y. ban Blizzard from going anywhere but Roger-Barnes room and the kitchen." Pepper declared.

"Yes Mrs. Stark." F.R.I.D.A.Y. said.

My ears sunk down against my head in disappointment.

The elevator doors slid open and I found myself back in my home hallways, leading to my room. Which I guess was now my new cell.

Bucky rushed down the hallway, trying to grab me from Pepper's hands, but she swung me out of the way, causing me to mewl out in fear.

"Give her to me Pepper." Bucky growled.

"Where's Steve?" Pepper asked, ignoring Bucky.

"Right here." Steve said, leaning against the doorway of his bedroom. "What now?"

I tried to shrink up inside myself. It was like he had expected me to cause a problem. Maybe it was best that I was confined to this room.

Pepper's fingers tightened around the scuff of my neck. It was just loose fur and it wasn't like it hurt, but I still wiggled in her hand, uncomfortable.

"DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHERE YOUR CAT WAS?" She yelled at them. "NO! YOU DON'T! WELL I'LL TELL YOU! SHE WAS UPSTAIRS IN MORGANS NURSERY, LICKING MILK FROM HER LIPS AND SUFFOCATING HER! YOUR CAT ALMOST KILLED MY BABY!"

She shoved me into Bucky's arms and Bucky was quick in his reflexes to catch me, holding me to his firm chest.

"SHE'S A KITTEN!" Bucky roared right back at her. "SHE DOESN'T KNOW ANY BETTER PEPPER!"

"Bucky stop." Steve said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry Pepper, we really were trying to find her. She ran out after earlier this morning in the lab-"

"Also because of you." Bucky snapped.

Steve shot him a warning glance, "-and we'll keep a better eye on her-"

"I took care of that." Pepper said, holding Morgan with both arms now. "She's confined to this floor and our kitchen. F.R.I.D.A.Y. won't be taking her anywhere and none of you can override the commands."

Bucky's mouth dropped and Steve clamped a hand over it quickly. "Okay. And I'm really sorry about Morgan. I know Blizzard didn't mean any harm, but she doesn't know any better. It won't happen again, despite the restrictions on her moves, I promise."

Pepper just nodded, her face red and blotchy, eyes strained with tears. She turned on her heel and stomped away.

"Bucky-"

"They're treating her the way they treated me." Bucky spat. "And you know it Steve. She's not dangerous. You should know better."

Bucky stormed into the room that the two of them shared, slamming the door behind him. He let out a sob, putting me down in my cat bed, before curling up on the floor next to me.

I wanted to comfort him, wanted to lick his cheek and tell him it was alright. . . but what if I suffocated him like Morgan? What if I killed him? Pepper said I might've.

Bucky sniffled, opening his eyes to look at me. His eyes became even more sad when he saw me hunched down in a small ball.

He picked me up, placing me on his chest. I made sure there was no important arc reactor there so I didn't kill him there either.

There was not.

"You ignore Pepper, you hear me?" Bucky sniffled. "You're a good kitten and you've done nothing wrong. Ever. You're innocent and pure and you only ever try to help people. Don't change because of her Blizzard. You don't have to be scared of me, I promise."

"I don't want to hurt you." I mewed softly.

"Don't be sad." Bucky whispered again, petting me over the head. He lifted me up even higher. "Will you give me a kiss?"

"I don't want to kill you." I pleaded with round eyes.

"Please?" He begged.

I couldn't stand to see him beg. I tentatively licked his cheek. It was salty from the tears, and there was also that other taste from whatever soap he had used in the shower today. Something natural, like honey and lime.

A huge grin spread out across his face, so I licked him again and again. He started to laugh and I felt my spirits grow lighter.

Bucky had told me not to listen to Pepper and Bucky loved me. Bucky knew what was best for me, not Pepper. So I would not listen to Pepper.

I continued to plant kisses on Bucky until he rolled over, hugging me tightly. "God, I love you Blizzard. You make my life complete."

"I love you too Bucky. I wish you knew that I did." I meowed softly, crawling up his body so that I could curl up on the middle of his chest. He covered me with one hand, and we both slowly drifted off to sleep.

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