gadgeteerphilanthropist:

iamthefirechild:

Well, Doc was small, but she was definitely not shiny. She was sleek and dark, with a few pale spots turning her coat calico. Green-gold eyes peered up at Jarvis, occasionally flicking over to check on Boris. She tipped her chin up, eyes slitting almost closed, and began to purr loudly.

“Hm.”  The hum was brief, and quietly amused.  He gave Doc a few final scritches under her chin, before he reached up to steady Boris, and then levered himself to his feet (up and up and uuuupppp good grief he’s tall).  He made his way back out into the corridor.  After all, he still had chores to do (well, not really, Mr. Stark likely wouldn’t care what he did, but he preferred to keep himself occupied).

Doc darted off when Jarvis got up, crouching with feet tucked under by the couch as he left. She gave an impudent lash of her tail toward Boris, then laid her chin down and went to sleep.