[SPAM: Revenge is apparently best served at the temperature of fried archangel]
[At midnight, a very confused, very very angry basket appears outside of Tony Stark's door. It has a lid. This is probably a good thing, as something small and fuzzy is making the basket shake like mad as said small, fuzzy thing yowls almost non-stop.
The small fuzzy thing is a Ragdoll kitten. It has a pink collar, with a name plate that reads Bela Talbot in elaborate curls.
She doesn't know what the hell is going on, but it had better sort itself out in the next ten seconds or...
...Or...
She hisses and digs at the bottom of the basket before realizing what she's doing and sitting down to yowl again.]
The small fuzzy thing is a Ragdoll kitten. It has a pink collar, with a name plate that reads Bela Talbot in elaborate curls.
She doesn't know what the hell is going on, but it had better sort itself out in the next ten seconds or...
...Or...
She hisses and digs at the bottom of the basket before realizing what she's doing and sitting down to yowl again.]