Helios swiped at the finger with his tongue, but missed, and scrunched his chin down into his chest ruff, looking smug. He greeted Tony’s question with an enormous, toothy yawn. His eyes got a little wild and his ears twitched around a lot as Tony carried him down the halls, and he lifted his back feet and spread the toes, trying to sit up in the curve of Tony’s arm.
“Relax, Fluffy,” Tony said, shifting the cat into a more stable position as he stepped into the elevator. He pressed the button for the penthouse, and resumed scratching Helios’s chin until he stepped into the den. “See? Just fine. Nap time.” He walked over to the couch and dropped down, and then flopped onto his back, cat on his chest.
As if to show his disdain for Tony’s soothing, Helios writhed to a standing position on his chest, making little kneading motions with his paws, just below the arc reactor. He walked in a circle, inspecting the hem of Tony’s shirt and applying whiskers to his chin, before deigning to lie back down, legs thrust against the back of the couch. He lowered his head to his paws, blinked at Tony a few times, and purred them to sleep.
Which is how Summer found them, an hour or so later, and forebore to wake them.