Nick:

"So let me get this straight," Tony pinched his nose. "This 'super important task' you want us to do that 'may or may not affect the safety of this world'... is taking care of your cat."

Fury glared at him through his one eye. In his arms he cradled an orange tabby cat, who was lazily licking her paw.

"Yes," Fury said at last. "That's exactly what I'm saying."

"You said this was a matter of the safety of the Earth!" Tony shouted at the top of his lungs. He was fairly sure all of Asgard could hear him, he yelled so loud.

"I never said it would," Fury said calmly. Behind him, the elevator opened for Maria Hill to drag in a bag to set it on the nearby table. "I only said it could." Maria unzipped the bag and took out two bowls and a bag of cat food.

"I'm going on a mission in a few days with Agent Hill and I need someone to watch her," he continued.

"You're an asshole," Tony glared at the cat. The little demon yawned and stared back with what appeared to be a bored expression. Maria filled one of the bowls with water from the kitchen in the background.

"Don't insult the cat, Stark," Fury smirked, "She doesn't like it." Maria opened a bag of cat food.

"Her name is Goose," Fury continued as the other SHIELD agent poured a decent amount of cat food in the bowl. He put the cat on the ground. "All her stuff is already in the bag Agent Hill brought in. If you notice anything unusual happening that's probably normal. Don't let her eat human food, it gives her a stomach ache. And she hates sardines."

"Why couldn't you get another normal cat sitter!" Tony complained. "We can't take care of a cat, it'll be dead within a week!"

"Trust me, Stark," Fury said with an air of finality. He turned on his heel and strode back to the elevator with Maria. "My cat is something that needs to be looked after by 9 superpowered heroes."

The elevator closed, leaving Tony with the cat.