Cat Magic
Prompt by the lovely @toxixpumpkin
Prompt: You always have at least 3 cats or more trailing behind you at all times and Iâm sorry but I have to ask, âAre you magical?â
It started a few weeks ago and Bruce was flabbergasted at what he was witnessing with own eyes. TâChalla, Black Panther, walked about the room in pajamas, seemingly content and groggy as he held a bowl of cereal in one hand, the other holding the spoon as he lifted it towards his mouth to eat. Behind him trailed 5 cats of varying sizes and colors, meowing and looking up at the cat man himself, hopeful for a drop of milk to splatter to the floor.
As TâChalla made it to the island in the kitchen, he sat on the stool and continued to eat, the cats all circling and surrounding the stool as they looked on. Bruce looked for a few moments before clearing his throat and saying, âUm.. Good morning, TâChalla.â
âGood morning, Dr. Bannerâ, he replied, finishing off what was left. With milk leftover, he then turned around the stool to place the bowl on the floor and all 5 cats meow loudly and in thanks. Bruce merely shook his head, still in disbelief as he momentarily remembered how it all started.
The Avengers crew had been out and about enjoying the day a few weeks ago, when Tâchalla, Bruce, Steve, and Natasha walked by an alleyway on their way to grab a pizza. Out came a large grey and white tabby, meowing and curling around TâChallaâs legs. Its tail wriggled as it continued to weave in between the manâs legs and the crew laughing heartily.
âLooks like you got yourself an admirerâ, said Natasha, a brow raised in amusement and a smirk playing on her lips. He blushed and raised a hand to lay against his neck, rubbing it shyly.
âWell, I suppose felines stick to their own kind. Donât we, kitty?â Bending down, he pet the cat tenderly, the said cat closing its eyes as it purred and rubbed itself against his hand. Smiling, Tâchalla decided to test the cat and gently scooped a hand under the cats chest, picking it up and holding it against his chest. Enjoying the attention, the cat didnât fuss over the movement and began to purr even more, rubbing its head against his chest as it mewed softly at him, its whiskers moving.
Brought back to the present, Bruce blinked and then looked down from his newspaper at the island, only to see one of the cats, a black kitten with a white patch on its head, weaving around his legs and mewing at him.
He reached down hesitantly, a hand out as it hovered over the kittens head. Standing on its hind legs, the kitten affectionately butted its head against his hand and the tenseness he felt melted away. A smile made its way on his face and he continued to pet the kitten, grabbing it after a while to pet it against his chest. After a moment he looked up and at TâChalla, who was watching the other cats cleaning up the bowl.
âHey, Tâchalla.. I actually had a question.â
âAnd what would that be, Dr. Banner?â
Looking down, his expression grew serious as he looked back up and at TâChalla. âAre you magical or something? Ever since you came to stay with us, you come home with a new cat that followed you here every week.â
TâChalla picked his head up from the position he had it in, to look at Bruce and contemplated the answer. A smile and a chuckle followed, his hand reaching up to grab at his necklace that he wore around his neck.
âYou know Dr. Banner. I just might be. Yuri told me the new suit would come with some⌠purroblems.â With the big smile still on his face, he grabbed one of the cats and petted it under its chin. The chubby orange tabby purred in enjoyment and affection, eyes closed.
Bruce sighed in exasperation, the pun unbearable to him. Placing the kitten down, he shook his head and smiled a bit himself. Five weeks of TâChalla being here, and 5 cats following him. He wondered what new furry friend would show up in the following days to come.









