Summary: Corvin wakes up. She's a cat now. A big, fluffy cat with no idea how it happened or why. She thought things were crazy with just that, but then she meets a familiar face under a different name and things get even crazier.

OR!

In which a modern-girl falls into the Marvel Universe and is shifted into a cat. Bumps into Tony Stark and decided to follow him home because he's a magnet for trouble and she had a bleeding heart and a low-key-hero-worship-hard-on for IronMan.

Some mythological/magical bullshit happens later, but Marvel was already full of that before she got there, totally not her fault.

This was rotten.

This was awful.

This was fffuuuccKKKING AWESOME!

Ok, it was a bit disconcerting, but honestly, waking up as a cat was kind of one of those things you wonder about every now and then and she was just along for the ride. Corvin did panic quite a bit at first, waking up in an ally screaming and hyperventilating, which came out as meowing and hissing. But after a few minutes *cough*hours*cough* of it, she sat her ass down and thought about it.

Somewhere deep in her bring she could say that she was upset and overall shaken, truth to it, but on the surface she was intrigued. How many people would give their left foot to be in her shoes -paws?- right now? She had speculated before what it would be like, to be a fat, lazy cat without a care in the world, loved by all because she had toe beans and could turn into a bread loaf when lying down. To sleep all day and see in the dark, to get pet by egear people who cooed at her for doing ab-so-fucking-lutly nothing.

The introvert in her cackling madly in wicked glee while the rational part of her was optimistically hoping she would change back shortly. She didn't know how this came about either, she was just sitting on her couch, minding her business. Had a coffee in hand and was reading some long, well written fanfiction about Lord of the Rings. She was totally immersed in the story when suddenly it felt like all the air had been sucked out of the room and everything went fuzzy. Like that feeling when your foot goes asleep and you try and walk on it after. Pins and needles, but all over her body. Next thing she knew, she was pint-sized and furry in an ally.

It was actually really frustrating now that she thought about it. How did she get here? Why was she here? Where the hell even was here?

Ok. Damn. What should she do? She could sit there, in the ally way for another few hours, or hell, days even, contemplating her sudden feline reality, or she could get moving before it got dark. As a cat, she probably had a million new things to worry about now. Like dogs or a misplaced placed boot.

Setting off for the end of the ally, Corvin trotted on her tiny paws, wobbling on her legs for a moment. She was used to two legs, not four, and she had to think about her steps so she wouldn't trip on the back of her own foot like an ameture. Took her a moment to figure it out, but soon enough she was on the move.

'Ok, im in a town of some sort, hopefully somewhere close to where I live.' Corvin thought, contemplating on how she was going to get home, or get help. As much as she wanted to explore the world from the perspective of a cat, she knew the necessity of getting back. She couldn't realistically spend the rest of her life like this. She had a job, responsibilities, two lizards to feed and a date with her couch and Criminal Minds. And possibly the nearest hospital.

Or vet.

Snorting at her own dumb joke, which came out like one of those cute cat sneezes you see that break the internet, Corvin reached the end of the ally and peaked out.

Shit ton of people. God. Ok, she could do this.

Corvin looked around, trying to look for an identifiable landmark but finding none.

'Where is The Bean when you actually want to see it, damnit.' she huffed and darted out of the ally, staying close to the edge of the building to avoid the feet of the pedestrians. Her tail (she had a fuckin tail) high in the air and flicking in slight agitation as she made her way down the street.

It was so damn loud, holy crap. It was like someone had turned up the 1-10 dial on the radio to 11. Everything smelled so strongly, the good smelled fucking amazing, and the bad smelled so putrid she had to bite her tongue to keep the bile down. And her sight was better than ever! She had been slightly nearsighted before, not too bad, just had to wear glasses while she was driving to read the road signs, but now she could see everything! Dust mites in the air, the fly-away hairs on a person four blocks down, the plumage of a bird 6 down. It was awesome.

She could get used to the eyesight if anything.

It didn't take Corvin long to realize she wasn't in Kansas anymore. Two major things happened:

Number 1, the buildings looked all wrong, too expensive and large. The urban area was crowded and loud, people wearing little to almost no clothing (not that she's shaming), and it was fucking HOT as fuck. Corvin was sure she was sweating under her fur, even though she was also sure cats can't sweat. And it extra sucked because she was some type of long-haired cat.

Another thing was the salt in the air, the distinct seaweed taste on the tongue that only the ocean can give. This brought a sense of hopelessness and anger to Corvin, who was a stone-cold inland, midwesterner. From the 'ope lemme slide right by ya' saying to the disgusting Superman icecream, the Great Lakes of Michigan were practically a walk from her back door. To be on the edge of the sea when she was last a bit over 800 miles from the nearest ocean, was more than slightly jarring. She would have stomped her feet if she was on two again.

Number 2, and boy was it a doozy.

Corvin had been meandering around for a handful of days, 8 days to be precise, after her realization of how far away from home she was. It was a strange experience all around. She had found out from a sign that she was in Malibu, California. She almost choked on her tongue when she read it. Things were hard the first few days, there were surprisingly few strays out, she only came across one cat and two dogs. Corvin had ran from them before they could get their jaws on her. She had found a secluded cardboard box between a dumpster and a building for that first night, shivering not from the temperature, but from panic and self pity. Thick little cat tears had ran down her furry face as she wheezed. It was a depressing sight that would have tugged on the heartstrings of any who saw. Lay on 'Arms of an Angel' and she'd been fit for a ASPCA commercial.

Her second day was much more frantic as she searched the area she had showed up at. She had ran herself ragged that day looking for a way back, for someone to help her. All it had ended up with was her dodging the Animal Control like Batman from Gotham PD. She had passed out in a different box somewhere far away, the crying and wheezing back. Apparently, her little cat body was not made for gross sobbing but hell if she cared.

The third day was depressing. She was hungry, tired and upset. She was able to convince a few people to throw her some food scraps and give her a bit of water. Eating off the ground was not the highlight that day, but she was hungry. Tiredly mowing at passersby until she was full was embarrassing.

It was her fifth day that she decided to say 'fuck it, what happened happened and i cant force my body to change back until it's time.' It was like some ultimate 'chill-out' button had been pressed. That day she focused on what she needed. Food, water, sleep and bath-time.

Bathing herself was an interesting chore, mainly because her human self would never lick herself clean, no-thank you. So she found a shallow fountain and got in under the spray. Thankfully she wasn't susceptible to the 'all cats hate water' troupe and had a pleasant time. She felt fine licking herself in general areas like her legs afterwards because she read somewhere cat saliva does something for the fur or whatever. She was very content basking in the sun for the rest of the day.

Also! She had found out what she looked like. Apparently her 'inner-now-outer' cat form was some type of Norwegian Forest cat (only reason she knew is because she entertained getting one in the past). She was on the thin size for a cat, probably due to the lack of food, but she was still 11 pounds of pure floof. She was a rusty reddish-brown color with a darker shade running tiger stripes through it. From the tip of her forehead, spreading downward along her face and coating her entire underbelly, her color was white. She also had white 'socks' as they call it, while the rest of her leg was the reddish-brown. All-in-all, she thought she was a very pretty cat.

Corvin did her own thing for the next few days, exploring and sightseeing, begging food off tourists with bleeding hearts for cute cats, basking in the hot sun before laying in the fountain she had found. She had quickly become a tourist attraction, which surprisingly got Animal Control off her back. They had tried catching her for awhile, before shop owners started saying good things about her. Money did wonders, and in Malibu it was a-plenty.

She probably had her picture taken a thousand times, even posed for them, too. She wasn't all that keen on people touching her, their petting was always too rough and pulled at her fur uncomfortably. She hissed at more than a few people who tried to touch her tail or who wiggled their hands too close to her face. Heightened senses meant she didn't like that, and anything that touched her whiskers was a big ass no-no. However, she did sit still for those who brought her food and minded her face and tail. Positive conditioning.

It was on the eighth day when she had the rug pulled out from under her furry feet.

It was getting dark and thankfully cooler, the ocean pushing out a cool breeze that shoved most of the humidity away and left her able to breath a bit better. She had just settled down on a nice concrete bench, a long-forgotten twizzler stick her only company, to watch the sunset with her new-found amazing eyesight when someone sat next to her. She didn't bother looking up, lazing there for a moment, sitting like a bread loaf with her legs tucked under her. Another tourist to bother her, hopefully one who knew her 'rules of conduct' as she liked to call them.

"You know you're trending on this location's twitter feed, right?" an oddly familiar voice said. Corvin looked up sharpy and had to choke back a startled meow.

'HOLY SHIT, IT'S ROBERT DOWNEY JR.' she thought before being overcome with a meme she had seen of that actor that played spiderman in CA:CW of him also freaking out about RDJ. 'oh my god, it's RobertDowneyJr.' God, that meme went on forever, but it was golden.

Shaking the thought out of her mind, she focused on the icon before her. He sat there, tapping on his phone before holding it out to her as if he expected a cat could read it but more than likely doing it for his own amusement. And yes, there she was in all her glory, and was that a fucking Amaro filter?

"Be careful, Kit-cat, you might steal my thunder." RJD said with a grin, his eyes sparkling.

He didn't look dissimilar to how he looked during the IronMan and Avengers filming (to which she was an avid fan), from the designer glasses and goatee with sharp-enough-to-cut-a-man edges, to his designer leather shoes that probably cost more than her yearly paycheck.

"So I hear I have to pay a fine to touch the cat deity or forfeit my soul to your claws." he pulls out a small bag from his pocket and gives it a small shake. "I'm not one to skimp on paying for a date so I got you the good stuff." he winked down at Corvin, carrying on a conversation as if she was some regular-ol-joe off the block and not a cat. But he placed a piece of shrimp down in front of her and she wasn't going to be the one to bring up his dubious sanity.

Corvin chowed down on the shrimp, taking dainty little bites, low-key hoping to impress him with her 'impeccable' cat manners. He steadily fed her the shrimp piece by piece, not touching her at all during it. A low, rumbly purr rose from her throat (and wasn't that a trip when it first happened). She hadn't had shrimp in a while, mostly chicken and tuna that the tourists gave her.

It was a very pleasant moment, and when she was full she stood, scooting closer to him, postured in optimal petting position. RDJ let out a chuckle and gave her head a small pat, fingers gliding along her ears gently.

'Thank whatever graces that he is the ONE PERSON who knows how to correctly pet a cat in this damn city.' Corvin though, butting her head into the hand. He continued, moving his hand down the arch of her back before petting at the area right above her tail, digging in a little harder.

'Yeeeeeeesssssssssss'

It only got better when he added his other hand and scratched under her chin with the tips of his fingers, getting good between the fur but not hard enough to pull uncomfortably.

It was like the fucking rapture. Her soul had ascended and lived in a completely blessed state of being. Goddamn angels were singing, damnit.

She was probably making embarrassing noises, even for a cat, but who cared? This was amazing.

The godsend of a man continued for a good while, even allowing her to climb into his lap and rub her furry body along his as she was high as a kite off endorphins. But all-too-soon it was over and he gave her a few last pats. The sun had set, casting the sky in dark reds and purples that slowly faded to black.

"Gotta head home Licorice stick, the world waits for no man, no matter the cat." RDJ stated, "quick pic?" he leaned down, taking out his phone and putting it in selfie mode to snap a quick pic of her snuggled into him like pillow, one paw stretched up, patting his hand in hopes of more petting.

Honestly, it was an adorable picture and Corvin may-or-may-not have posed for it.

"#CatOfZumaBeach, #TonyStark, #LicoriceStick #Kit-Cats-" He rattled off about a dozen more tags, amusing her to no end. He even referenced Stark, which was funny, he emulates the character to a 'T'.

"Well, there we go Kit-cat, posted. Soon we will take the internet by storm." he crooned dramatically with his head tilting back as if he was ready to cackle or maybe howl at the moon. But, disappointingly, he did neither and looked back down at her. He gave her one last pat on the head and stood, walking away down the boardwalk.

Corvin sat in silence for a moment, a war going on in her mind for a fat second before one side won.

'Hell, if I'm stuck like this, might as well have a good time.' she thought as she hopped off the bench and padded after the man.

Said man who jumped into a car that probably cost more than her old house (and probably all her previous belongings) did. If only it wasn't yellow. God she hated most, if not all, yellows.

Sadly, Corvin had wasted precious time being disgusted by the shade of yellow of his car, so when she was about to run over and hop in, the door closed and he sped off.

Fantastic.