Smth smth thinking about reader being an escaped shifter experiment, escaped from the US to hide in Britain
You try to act like a normal civilian, but the urge to shift is building to be intolerable. So why fight it? It's easier to live as a cat anyway, maybe someone could take you in.
What you didn't expect was for 4 giant, bulky, military men to find you. They'd found you in an alleyway near a fish restaurant, searching for scraps. The one wearing the weird mask had been the one to pick you up.
Then, the other 3 rushed over after hearing your yowling. The damn masked bastard had you scruffed!
"I found a cat."
Wow. Brilliant observation.
"Simon, it's a stray."
"I was a stray."
There was a snort, "C'mon Cap, it's kinda cute, isn't it?"
You hiss indignantly, you were not an it! The one with a mohawk reaches out to you, letting you sniff his fingers.
"We do not need a cat, Soap don't touch it. Who knows what it has."
"It's too clean to be a stray, ah doubt it's a stray. Give 'er here, LT."
The masked man hands you over, and you're quick to scramble onto the mohawk man's shoulder, wrapping around his neck. You growl a little in your displeasure, but don't swat.
"See! Docile, little thing, aren't ya!"