#cat steve rogers

[wrctings]

Steve Rogers x Tony Stark | A cat at heart

i always used to picture the animal version of steve as a golden retriever (still solid) but cat steve... man, that hits differently 🥰 reminder that you can also find my fics on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/softeninglooks/works

fandom: Marvel summary: Where Steve is very self-conscious about how horrible he looks when he takes his helmet off after a mission, and Tony takes care of him, which includes a well-deserved bath and a lot of affection. word count: 1.5k

It has never truly bothered Steve to wear a suit—everyone on the team had one, it came with the job, and although it appeared a little ridiculous in the beginning, the solid material and actually handy gear has grown on Steve so much, he knows his suit's pros and cons like the back of his hand. In most cases, he's thankful for its ability to provide him with both protection and room for fighting, which is what it was primarily designed for, after all. But if there is one thing still bothering Captain America even after all this time wearing it, it's indubitably this: the helmet.

The others don't get one, and Tony's faceplate, as well as being equipped with tech that gave him precious information during combat, had been build with all kinds of systems to keep his face cool and even not be too hard on his eyes. As for Steve, he wasn't gifted any of that—all he was left with was a somewhat protective helmet which, as soon as he engaged into battle or the weather got milder, became gradually insufferable.

So Steve always waits. Waits to find himself alone to finally remove the dreadful thing, thus revealing the marks left by it all over his forehead, the beads of sweat stood out on his brow, the dishevelled state of his hair, the sharp and funny-looking contrast between the dirty lower part of his face and the reddish skin of the upper part. The Captain never feels more self-conscious than when such a reflection of himself meets his eye in the bathroom mirror after missions, pressingly reminding him to never ever be seen like this by Tony. If his boyfriend were to become aware of just how much of a disaster Steve's entire head was in those moments, he'd surely think twice before giving out one of those compliments that make Steve's cheeks flush and his stomach flutter with timid love.

However, there comes a day when even heroes have got to face their fears. And Steve most certainly doesn't see his coming when, staggering through a corridor of the Avengers tower after a particularly straining mission, he suddenly bumps into Tony. There is one problem though: thinking he was alone, he had taken the helmet off—and by the look washing over the brunet's face, Steve can easily guess that he must be resembling whatever the epitome of mess is.

"Hey honey, are you okay? How was the mission? Are you hurt?" Tony's eyebrows knit together in suppressed shock, seeing Steve look so tired and drained after a long day always being cause for concern. His gaze lands on the dark patches staining his boyfriend's skin, scanning it for cuts and bruises.

"Yes, yes, I'm okay," Steve reassures him at once, trying to turn his face away from Tony's piercing brown eyes, already blushing from embarrassment. "I'm just tired. It was a long mission. I'm going to take a shower. I'll see you when I'm done."

"Are you sure you're alright?"

"Yes, Tony, don't worr..." But as soon as the words leave his mouth, Steve almost hits the corner of the wall, having barely payed attention to the fact that they reached an intersection in the tower's pathways; if he had managed to allay Tony's worry, it comes back swift as the wind.

"That's it." The other man declares decisively, his tone making it clear that whatever is to follow is not up for discussion. "Rogers, you shut up and follow me. Now."

As Steve quickly notes, they are headed to the bathroom. Another five minutes, and Tony is rather vigorously—for someone completely worried over the Captain's health just seconds ago— helping Steve get his suit off, setting it aside as soon as he's finished, then gesturing toward the bathtub.

"Get in," he orders, leaving the blond no choice but to comply, undressing completely as he gets inside, which allows Tony to make sure that no severe injuries are paining him. "Now, relax. Let me work the rest." Turning on the hot-water tap, the brunet, arms crossed over his chest and tight-lipped still, watches Steve try to get comfortable until the bathtub is about halfway filled. Only then, after pouring bath soak into the water, do his features at last soften with contentement, glad to hear that a deep sigh of what he believes to be relief just lifted off Steve's chest. "How are you feeling now, soldier?"

"Better," Steve gives Tony a grateful glance, almost forgetting about the calamitous state his face is still in. "Much better. Thank you."

"Alright, I like that better." Tony gives him a smile brimming with all the affection he can't hide—doesn't want to hide. Seeing Steve like this is indeed much better. "Okay, time for phase two."

Reaching for a bar of soap, Tony devotes himself to what he set his mind to. First, he rubs his own hands against its smooth surface before sliding them down Steve's shoulders and back, feeling the Captain's tense muscles progressively unwind beneath his fingertips, yielding to his caresses. Tony's every touch is careful, full of tenderness and preoccupation as all he wants is to get Steve to loosen up fully. Steve even chuckles as Tony wipes the dirt off his jaw, taking care of all the smeary spots the blond felt so self-conscious about; now, Steve has unquestionably shaken off his fear of being seen by his boyfriend.

Then, comes phase three. After seizing the shower head, Tony holds it over Steve, careful not to let the stream flood his eyes, then gets a hold of the bottle of shampoo. He pours some of the vanilla-scented liquid into Steve's hair, then letting his fingers thread through it softly, massaging Steve's skull and neck. The pleased moan that he gets in return, Steve tipping his head back into Tony's hands, is the best reward he can get.

"Look at you, behaving like such a cat. If I came closer, maybe I could hear you purring..." he hums, fingers circling at the back of Steve's head.

Steve's gravelly laughter responds to his comment, the Captain slightly opening his eyes to get a look at Tony's face. Definitely cat-like. Happy cat.

"Thank you, Tony. You're going through all that trouble for me..."

"Steve, after all the times you've taken care of me, that's the least I could do. And don't tell anyone, but I'm actually enjoying it," he murmurs against Steve's ear, making his boyfriend laugh anew. "Has anyone ever told you you're a cat at heart?"

"A cat? Really?" Steve muses, peacefully abandoning himself to Tony's hands as the latter rinses out the shampoo, then brushing the Captain's hair back with his fingers before planting a kiss on top of his head. The amount of warmth Tony rouses inside his stomach is insane.

"Yes, a cat. A water-loving cat. Wait, I'm not done yet."

And indeed, as Steve savours the last minutes of his bath Tony exits the bathroom, promising that he'll be back. When he reappears, a couple of minutes later, it's with a bundle of fresh clothes that he hands the blond when the latter gets out of the bathtub—it is, in reality, a win for Tony since he got to pick his favourite shirt for his boyfriend to wear. Helping Steve rub himself dry, he can't resist leaving a few kisses here and there over the man's shoulders and torso, the feather-light pressure of his lips finishing to completely soothe the Captain's mind and body. Steve cups Tony's face into his right hand to give him a passionate kiss on the mouth in return, deeply sighing with pleasure as he feels Tony's hand run through all the length of his wet hair.

"See, my point exactly. You're such a cat." Tony smiles against Steve's mouth, taking a step back to take a look at how truly beautiful Steve is. But the truth is, he always likes him: when Steve comes back from missions all dirty and dishevelled, when he's standing in the bathroom with droplets crystallized on his collarbones and the upper part of his face still bearing faint marks from the helmet he wore for too long, when he wakes up beside him on the mornings Steve sleeps in and when he's mindlessly tracing invisible patterns over his limbs. Any place, any time, any day. He's crazy about him.

A little later, when they're snuggling together in their shared bed, Tony's cat theory proves right once again. It only takes for the brunet to touch Steve's hair for the Captain to lean into Tony's hand, even nudging Tony's shoulder with his head as he's huddled up right against him.

"I always thought I was more of a dog person, but you really did awaken the cat in me," Steve smiles when Tony brings up the subject again, pressing a gentle kiss into Tony's neck. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Tony Stark."

"I really like it when people say that," Tony huffs amusedly. "But especially when it's you."

All Steve can do is fondly roll his eyes, slightly tightening the grasp of his arm, which is slid across Tony's chest in a loving embrace. And, when Tony begins stroking his hair again, Steve is sure that if he were able to, he would've in truth started purring.

[starstruckmyths]

“Mewl,” the most tiny, fluffiest kitten ever known to mankind said, looking Bucky straight in the eye.

In response, Bucky quickly shook his head, not failing to catch the annoyed undertone of the cute little sound, and the look of disappointment that held strong even in those large, dark eyes. “No, Steve, I’m not laughing at you! I promise!”

“Mewl!”

“What?” Bucky said, trying to contain his laughter so hard his cheeks hurt, “Sorry, can’t understand you, you’re a cat- kitten.” The smallest kitten, obviously. “But I think Tony will find a solution. A keyboard you can put your cute little paws on, or some translator.”

Steve mewled at him, and Bucky was making the endeared expression again. God, he would not survive this. All he wanted was to scoop that fluffy little troublemaker up and cuddle him forever. Steve would probably not be happy, though, and cats did have claws. 

“Mewl, mrrow!”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t have to thank me. It’s my pleasure.”

The cat frowned- could cats frown? This one did. Steve frowned, and he shook his head, ears flapping. “Mewl.”

“Really? Aw,” Bucky said, “You think I’m the strongest Avenger, and also the most handsome guy in here? Steve, you’re too kind.”

The cat was glaring at him now, and Bucky grinned back. Yeah, he was going to have some fun with this.

[dksartz]

a scribbly page 2 of the warrior cats au comic idea. one version without explanations/text and one with ^^;

i didnt want it to be just like firepaw’s thing with the collar, so i have tony removing it prior to entering the clan. i havent decided how things go from semi-hostile glances to the clan leader accepting tony and making him an apprentice, so there’s probably a time gap there of some kind :p

[darthbloodorange]

Cat-ptain Ameri-paw

Word count: N/a - Art Title: Cat-ptain Ameri-paw Rating: Gen Universe: Avengers - Ambiguous Fandom Pairings: N/a Characters: Steve Rogers Warnings: None Major Tags: Cat Steve Rogers, Animal AU ~ Summery: The Ginger/Blonde Maine Coon

[16woodsequ]

So. I *love* what we've seen of the Animal Rescue fic so far. But I've always seen Steve as more like a cat than a dog, and couldn't help but wonder, 'what if he was a cat?' How do you think that would change the fic?

Ooh that's a good question. I know there's much debate on what kind of animal Steve would be. I chose a dog for a few reasons but I also chose a husky instead of something like a golden retriever because I don't think that would fit Steve.

Anyway, as for how a cat would change the fic. Part of Steve trauma in this fic is being treated like a dog and 'trained' by his Hydra captors. I think that wold be less significant in the fic if Steve were a cat since there's less stereotypical cat training. Instead of being forced to sit on command and walk on a leash I'm not sure what they'd do for a cat. Although of course they could do those things too since they know Steve is really in there and can understand them, but I think there would be less automatic humiliation since in that case they have to inherently acknowledge that he is human.

I do feel the abuse he faced from Hydra would be harder to bear as a cat. He's smaller and his bones are more delicate so any hits would have a larger impact.

Another different thing that could happen is I could see Steve as a cat being more troublesome when he fought back. Of course he'd fight back as a dog but his claws aren't as sharp and he's bigger, so easier for multiple people to grab to subdue him. Cat's have a liquid like way of twisting out of people's grip so I can imagine that would cause Hydra some strife. But as a response to that I can also see them deciding to de-claw him as a cat. Which would cause him some significant problems on the street and be a sign to Bucky when he reaslises this that this cat had at some point been owned by somebody.

I imagine Steve as a short-haired cat. This would change his grooming compared to as a dog. In the fic his fur is very matted and unkept when Bucky finds him, but as a cat Steve would be able to maintain his fur a lot better. Of course, he'd have to get used to grooming himself and come to terms with doing 'cat behaviour'. (And I assume it wouldn't taste that great grooming one's self from street filth). He'd also have to deal with hairballs, which would be an experience. Of course his coat would still look rough as a street cat, but I think it wouldn't be quite as bad as it is as a dog.

I think Steve might also suffer from more apathy from stranger as a street cat. I get the feeling street cats are seen as more of a nuisance and more common than a homeless husky, so Steve might get less help or attempted help as a cat.

But as a cat it might be easier for him to stay under the radar and slip away when Hydra tries to find him. He can fit in smaller places and he's not as recognisable as a matted husky.

As a cat he might be able to hunt more for food but he'd have to come to terms with that and also if he was de-clawed that would be more difficult.

I think his eyes would also be more obviously strange. In the fic he retains his blue eyes, but huskies are known to have blue eyes, so it wouldn't be an immediate thing to note like it would in a cat where it's much more rare.

Those are my thoughts for now! I hope you enjoy the exploration 😄