Author's Note: Yes, this is totally and completely random. Enjoy this tiny tidbit of weirdness.

Disclaimer: I own a cat, or rather, the cat owns me...but that's it.

How To Cuddle With Natasha Romanoff:

It was ridiculous. For months Bruce skirted on some semblance of a relationship with Natasha, or whatever semblance of one that someone of her caliber could manage. She finally granted him access to the tiny apartment she kept outside of the Avengers Tower, and more importantly, the left side of her bed. There was just one small problem.

The ridiculous little multicolored tabby cat that she had let in off the fire escape about a month ago. The odd little ball of fluff was disheveled and still a kitten, with two different colored eyes. One green, one blue.

And Natasha was more keen on cuddling with the stray cat than she was with him.

Bruce was always stuck on the opposite side of the bed for the last two weeks because the cat only liked her. The normally impassive former spy and assassin had a soft spot for a homeless cat and she allowed it more privileges than she did him. Currently she was laying on the right of the bed, on her side, with the said cat tucked between her arm and her chest as her chin hovered just a fraction of a breath from it's ears.

That was when he figured out the secret.

He needed to get the cat to his side of the bed.

It took two months to get the cat, which she had given no name, to even come near him. Treats, noises, toys, the little fur ball had no interest. Or it had none, until Bruce figured out the secret to the cat, Natasha's secret.

Show no interest in the cat.

The second he stopped trying to get it's attention was the day it came over and sat on his lap, curled into a ball, and purred. Reverse psychology worked on cats, maybe it could work on Natasha.

Another month went by where he stopped trying to get Natasha's attention too.

Apparently, it was equally effective on her.

That night, the cat, which he discovered was a he, promptly hopped over top of Natasha and instead came over and curled itself against Bruce's side. He saw Natasha open one eye and blink a few times with a look that resembled frustration.

A moment later, he felt the mattress shift slightly as she edged over towards the left side of the bed. Another thirty-three seconds and her arm slung over his waist, her head rested on his chest just atop the cats head, and she closed her eyes.

Bruce couldn't help but grin.

"All you had to do was ask, you didn't have to steal my cat."

Now she told him.

Yes, this was completely ridiculous, xD. This was a stupid conversation I had with my ex once. He always got so mad that I cuddled with the cat rather than with him in the beginning. And I still cuddle with my cat, screw him :P