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But yeah, I can sincerely imagine Pietro Maximoff: Cat-napper.

He’s bored, and he can’t really actively connect with his teammates while playing spy for Alex, so he’s sitting in a common area reading on his Kindle and then up comes Figaro, who wandered out of Remy’s room and got lost. He tries to crawl into Pietro’s lap and,

"No. Just because we share the same hair color doesn’t mean I have to be nice to you.”

But Figaro keeps trying, and eventually, Pietro just gives up and lets him lay across his shoulders. A few hours later, he’s got a cat tree, a litter pan, and a little fancy drinking fountain set up in his room, in case Figaro ever wants to stay over.

The next day, Figaro shows up with Lucifer, and Pietro goes out and buys some decent cat food and kitty treats.

A week later, Remy is wondering where the fuck his cats are. He finds Pietro reading in the common area again, a cat on each shoulder, and Lucifer in his lap. And he just kinda…scoots back out of the room, because that would explain why Pietro’s been less snappish, lately.

Later that day, however, he rounds up his own cats and convinces the team to help him kidnap Pietro to a cat shelter, and that’s how he ends up with a three-legged hypoallergenic Russian Blue named Iggy.
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@темы: комиксовое, Marvel