The next morning Tony woke up alone with the exception of the honey badger and one impressively content and lazy grey kitten curled up with him on the bed. The blue eyed feline glaring daggers at his skull while the little grey somehow managed to continue sleeping even after he had moved it rather abruptly so that he could get out of bed.

Sitting up, Tony bit back a wide yawn before then asking Friday to locate Mya.

He'd half expected her to be eating breakfast with the others, or doing something in the common room. So he wasn't alarmed that she wasn't where he had left her the night before. After all, someone in the compound had to be watching her. However- his opinion changed rather quickly when Friday told him that she was currently in the training room, fighting the large robots that he'd made to help with the training programs.

The second that Tony heard that his girl was in the training room, he damned near tripped over his own feet running for the bedroom door. All while yelling for Friday to contact whoever was closest to the room- to go in and extract his little girl before she got herself hurt or worse.

Friday fell silent for several heartbeats as he ran down the hall towards the elevator like a man possessed before finally telling him that Steve and Bucky were the closest and had already been told of the situation and were on their way. After which Tony asked for a visual feed on the room to give him an idea of just how badly his girl may already be hurt.

Only to stagger in mid step when a holographic image of Mya appeared before him with her fuzzy little black kitten precariously perched on her shoulder. There were close to ten damaged and incapacitated robots strewn about the floor, in some weird macrebe-like pattern of twisted metal and sparking wires attached to useless limbs as the six still functioning robots slowly inched towards her.

Tony felt his heart stop for one brief horrifying moment as it finally hit him that his baby girl was missing...

"Raphael! Attack formation three!" Mya ordered as the kitten crouched down on her shoulder, it's long wild black fur bristling as it let out a ferocious hiss before jumping at the nearest robot. Mya held herself perfectly still until she heard the faint sound a 'clang' or a thumping sound followed by several others.

Feeling her lips curve up somewhat as her kitten ran around the room repeatedly causing the robots to make noise so that she could locate them- she almost felt badly for the damage that she was about to inflict on Mr. Starks training robots.

Almost was the operative word.

The moment that Steve and Bucky entered the room, both men froze.

Honestly they had been expecting a million other things when they had heard that Tony's kid was in the training room full of dangerous, and lethally armed robots. But the sight of the utter disaster before them, hadn't been anywhere near what they had thought it would be.

Steve barely had time to mouth the words- "What the fuc"- before the girl attacked one of the last robots left standing, quickly webbing it in the...face? and then attacking it's legs and flinging it across the room, narrowly missing her kitten who ran like hell to take cover and started hissing and spitting hysterically in a fit of- anger? Fright?

It was hard to tell up until Bucky walked over and made an attempt to pick the poor little guy up and very nearly had his eyes scratched out by the rabid little beast.

Shaking his head at the mess the kid and her kitten had made of the room, the sparring bots, and...Bucky? Whom had long dropped the little fluffy black kitten and was quickly making his way back over to Steve's side making funny faces at the scratches that he found along the skin of his flesh arm, his collar bone, and chest and even one or two on his face.

"You okay there Bucky?" Steve asked softly in a whisper tone.

His friend looked at him and whispered back in a slightly accusing tone, "I thought that Stark was only joking about one of those things being a badger or something!"

Steve let out a quiet snort of amusement before saying back, "If one of them is part badger I would imagine that all of them are... Well except the little grey one. I'm still not one hundred percent sure what the hell it is. But it does tend to sort of spaz out a lot."

Bucky nodded his head somberly, recalling just a day or so ago, seeing the little grey kitten do exactly as Steve said while trying to make it's way down the hall.

It had been hopping along just minding it's own business one moment, and the next it was looking back at him freaking out and trying to scramble out of his way. It didn't work so good at first but it finally managed to move itself out of the way. And hopped headlong into the wall face first and wound up sprawled out on it's back on the floor barely five feet from him underneath one of the hallway tables.

Bucky had stopped walking and held himself perfectly still while the kitten regained it's senses and slowly rolled over before then starting to caterpillar crawl away.

Not hop.

Caterpillar crawl. As if picking up and hopping like it had before was simply too damn much trouble. Bucky had been stumped about what to do really. On one hand there was the possibility that the crazy little thing may have done some serious harm to itself and may have needed a vet. And then on the other hand, watching it caterpillar crawl held the same appeal as watching it hop.

It was as entertaining as it was cute. But Bucky wasn't going to say that out loud. At least not within Steve nor anyone else's hearing range. They might not let him live it down.

"Raphael, sound off." The girl ordered and the little black kitten growled and then hissed again in displeasure. Apparently still pissed about nearly being squashed like a little furry bug.

Steve and Bucky stood there in utter disbelief as she located the kitten by it's growling and hissing alone, and promptly plucked him up from the floor by the back of the neck despite his current temperament, and bravely placed him on her shoulder and then patted him on the top of the head and cooed, "Good boy. Someone's going to be getting wet food tonight."