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Chapter Three: The Curse of Chatter Box



~One Week Later~



           The animals were settling in nicely and everyone seemed to bond really well with their pets. Each of the pets got their own room (Yes, the two fish even had their own rooms because Tony insisted.) The pets names were also on the door so you could tell which room belonged to who.

           Naming the pets wasn’t easy at first, but eventually everyone was able to find a name that suited them.

          Clint chose a childish name for the bird and called it Chatter Box. Thor named his female golden retriever Storm, Steve named the other female dog Liberty. Nat chose to name the ferret Alik, meaning defender in Russian. Bruce chose a common name for one of his fish, Betty; although, he wouldn’t tell why he chose that name. The other fish Bruce named Gamma, short for Gamma Radiation. He said that he needed to stop thinking of the incident as a bad thing and tried making it good by using the cause of what happened to him as a name.

          “Make it shut up!” Tony complained holding his ears, trying to block out the noise.

           “Shut up, shut up,” Chatter Box repeated, hopping around the cage, looking at Tony almost mockingly, knowing Tony hated it when he made noise and repeated him.

           You sighed, agreeing with Tony. The name that Clint choose for the bird matched its personality very well, a little too well. The bird made noise 24/7 and Tony, along with everyone save Clint, were sick of it/.

           “Tony, this is your fault to begin with,” You told him, petting Frost as he sat on your lap.

           “My fault?” Tony asked, sounding stunned as he sat up. “How in the living hell is this my fault!?”

           “You were the one that gave Clint permission,” Nat reminded Tony, closing her eyes and flinching as the bird made a loud squawk.

            Tony groaned and flopped on the couch, muttering curses as the bird continued to screech away.

            Clint walked in smiling as he pet Chatter Box on the head with his two fingers. “What a good bird,” He praised as the bird nuzzled against his hand.

           “A good bird!?” Tony exclaimed, his patience snapping. He jumped up and stomped towards the bird and Clint. “How about we have chicken tonight? We might actually get some peace and quiet for once! And we’d get dinner too! I’m going to kill that bird if it’s the last thing I do, Clint!”

            “Tony!” Pepper scolded, walking towards him and quickly grabbing his shoulders, leading him away before he could hit the bird and/or Clint.

           When the bird was safe from Tony’s clutches, it started to make a noise that almost sounded like laughing, causing Tony to bolt for it again. “You little-!” he started, acting as if he was going to wring its neck.

           The bird squeaked in fear and flew to the far edge of the cage, frightened. Lucky for it, Pepper once again stopped Tony, who continued to glare at the bird as he was led away.

           Once Tony was almost out of the room, the bird started to prance back and forth and squawk mockingly.

           Loki suddenly burst out laughing, everyone’s attention on him. Loki tried covering the laugh, but was doing so poorly.

           “What?” You finally asked, being the first one to speak.

           The god of mischief attempted to compose himself. “Nothing, it’s just-” he snorted. “Well, maybe I  shouldn’t repeat what Chatter said.”

           Everyone looked at him as if he were implying that Chatter had spoken aloud. Before anyone could ask about it; however, Loki stood up and started to walk away, Tony and Pepper pausing in the doorway.

           “Frost,” Loki called to the black cat lying on your lap.

           You lifted your hand off of Frost’s back for him to jump off, but Frost only nuzzled closer to you, mewling a complain.  

           Loki stopped immediately, turning to look at his cat, an annoyed expression on his face. “Frost, come,” He called once more.  Yet again, Frost made a noise of complaint making Loki gape as if he heard Frost tell him no.

           “Go stupid cat,” Tony muttered loud enough for everyone to hear, making you glare at him and silently tell him that he wasn’t helping the problem. The cat agreed with the not helping part, and made a big deal of staying put.

           Nat, actually trying to help, said, “Frost, go on,” Yet again, he didn’t listen.  

          “Go, Frost,” You encouraged once more, trying to help Loki as best you could as Frost wasn’t listening to anyone.

          The cat finally seemed to register the command, as he stood up making a huge statement of taking his time, stretching longer than necessary, then nuzzling against your shirt, purring, before he hopped off and walked with a proud head over to Loki. Upon seeing Frost’s actions, Loki glared at the cat before rolling his eyes and walking away, Frost trailing behind.  

          “I don’t get it,” Clint spoke up, after Loki and Frost left the room, his tone  confused. “Why does he only listen to you and Loki? ”

          “He didn’t listen to Loki the first time,” Bruce pointed out, pointing his pencil at Clint.

          “This time,” Clint corrected. “The cat is like Loki though, can’t you see it?” Silence. Your brother looked exasperated and looked to Thor. “Come on Thor! Tell me you see it.”

          “As strange as it may sound, the cat, in many ways, acts much like my brother,” Thor agreed.

          “Thank you!” Clint exclaimed, his hand dramatically pointing to Thor.

          “Now that you mention it,” Tony pondered, his brown eyes landing on yours, “He really only does listen to you and Loki. He never listened to us, and I’m sure as hell that cat knew that Loki was calling it, but was too lazy to get up. The cat didn’t listen to us.”

          “You did call it stupid,” You pointed out.

          “Whatever,” Tony rolled his eyes. “But Nat didn’t. Besides, this isn’t the first time, [Name].”

          Opening your mouth to argue, you slowly closed it, realizing that other than you and Loki, the cat didn’t listen to anyone. This was one of the rare occasions that Frost didn’t listen to Loki, but when he didn’t, he always seemed to listen to you.

          Much like Loki, as Clint mentioned before, the cat was very mischievous, giving truth to the name that you gave him in the first place. Frost liked to tear apart the place, including:  ripping curtains, knocking things over, making a mess out of everything and had took great pleasure in terrorizing both the pets and the Avengers themselves. Whenever he destroyed something, however, he never managed to ruin yours or Loki’s things. It took a lot of convincing for you and Loki to actually believe that it was Frost in the first place. Frost was always so sweet around you and usually obeying to Loki. The only reason you believed it was the cat was because of a security tape showing Frost sneaking upstairs and ripping apart all the Avengers sheets, except Loki’s and yours.

          After thinking about it, you realized that they were right. Frost seemed to hate everyone except you two. He only listened to you and Loki, he only didn’t ruin yours and Loki’s stuff, he only allowed you and Loki to touch him and…a lot of other things too.

          “I’ve never noticed that,” You said softly, thinking aloud.

          “That cat belongs in hell, I swear to you,” Tony snarled.

          Steve rolled his eyes. “You say that about all the pets.”

          “Cuz it’s true.”

          “Come on, Tony,” Pepper persuaded. “Let’s just go upstairs.”

          “Go upstairs!” Chatter screeched making Tony clench his firsts and walk to the elevator muttering, ‘one day.’ Under his breath.





           Tony giddily raced up the stairs to the Pet level of the tower, too excited to take the elevator.

           It was around 3 am and once again, Tony was the only one up working on a late project until he realized a brilliant plot and there was no way in hell he was going to pass it up. No matter how much Tony hated Chatter Box, this was the perfect opportunity.

           Tony’s eyes were swollen and red from the lack of sleep and his face looked horrible. Despite how Tony looked and felt, he was wide awake for his latest genius plan.

           “Oh, Chatter Box,” He called out to the floor in a sing song voice.

           Immediately the devil bird came storming in and landing on a nearby couch, almost looking at Tony with hateful eyes.

           “Look,” Tony said, leveling with the bird. “I hate you and you hate me but you need to help me.”

           The bird gave a horrible screech as if to say ‘why should I help you?’

           “Yeah, yeah,” He waved it off, “If you help me, I’ll give you those stupid bird seeds that you love. ”

           Suddenly the bird seemed to be interested, its head tilted as if to indicate that he was listening.

           “Okay now listen carefully, repeat after me,” Tony said slowly, “Natasha is fat.”

           “Natasha is fat! Natasha is fat!” The bird screeched excitedly, willing to help Tony if it meant that he got something out of it.

           “Yes!” Tony shouted and did a small happy dance before continuing. “Thor has girl hair.”

           “Thor has girl hair!”

           “Excellent,” Tony muttered to himself rubbing his hands together like a cartoon villain would.  “Now let’s keep going.”

           The two of them continued to stay up, Tony saying insults and the bird repeating them. Eventually it turned into a swearing lesson until Tony was finally satisfied with his work. He patted his legs as he stood up, “Now just have these words slip whenever you can. Just make sure it’s not around Clint, okay?’

           “Okay! Okay! Okay!”

           A small smirk came on Tony’s face at the thought of how much fun this would be. He clapped his hands together as he turned towards the elevator. “Good night Chatter,” He called over his shoulder.

           “Go to hell! Go to hell!” Came the reply.

         

~~~~The Next Day~~~~



A muffled, angry scream echoed throughout the whole tower, causing everyone to jump. Thor even fell off of his chair.

          “Clint!” Came the scream again, this time audible.

          You made eye contact with everyone, the Avengers minus Tasha were on the main floor hanging out, so the scream could only come from one person…

          The elevator doors slid open revealing a red faced Natasha.

          “I know what you did!” Nat hissed, walking forwards and shaking her finger at your brother, who was sitting on the armrest of the couch.

          “Uh…What did I do?” Clint asked his face looking just as confused as everyone else, but then again, Nat didn’t get mad for any old reason. And there was also that fact that Clint always seemed to be pulling a prank- with or without Loki and Tony- or pushing Nat’s buttons, either intentional or not.

          Your brother glanced at you for an explanation and you gave him a, ‘what did you do?’ look. He stuck out his tongue in return.

          Clint turned back to Natasha, who started to threateningly stalk towards him. Clint, wide eyed, took small, calculated steps back.

          “I know what you think of me!” She screamed furiously at him.

          A pink immediately spread across Clint’s cheeks and it wasn’t hard to tell why.

          Clint had liked Tasha for what seemed like forever. He was way too wimpy to tell anyone his feelings towards the assassin. However, you already knew that the crush was mutual,  but both had threatened you with horrible things if you told, so you had kept quiet. Even if you had kept quiet however, it didn’t mean it didn’t frustrate you to no end when you saw the obvious signs.

        Your brother, thinking that Nat knew about the crush, was blushing and acting embarrassed because he thought Tasha was upset and furious with him about liking her, but it wasn’t the case.

          He swallowed, “You do?” Clint asked, his voice shaking slightly, a fragile look on his face, and a bead of sweat running down his neck.

          The archer looked over at you, slightly glaring, assuming that you had told her, but you were just as confused as he was and shook your head, shrugging; silently telling him it wasn’t you and you didn’t know who told her. When Clint realized you were telling the truth, his face softened, but the confusion in his eyes intensified.  

          “Hell yes I do!” Natasha yelled and stormed towards him, poking him in the chest hard with every step and every word. “I know what you said!”

          If Clint was confused before, he was utterly lost now. “Woah-woah-woah-wait!” Clint said, grabbing Nat’s wrists before she could hit him. “What are you talking about?”

          Her eyes narrowed and she took Clint’s hand roughly, ripping him towards the elevator.

          Nat!” You tried to call to her, but your pleas fell on lost ears as she continued to storm onwards. You sighed and got up to follow.

          Everyone was curious as to what Clint had done, so they too got up and trailed behind. The elevator stopped on the pet floor, everyone looking at Nat to see if she had the right floor, but she continued to glare at the doors, waiting for them to open.

          While you were looking around at the others, you noticed Tony trying to hide a smile. Suspicious, you narrowed your eyes at him, but quickly turned to Nat walking out of the elevator and exclaiming, “This!”

          Chatter Box was sitting on the couch, her finger pointed at him, the dumb bird ripping fluff from inside the couch.

          “Uh… Natasha,” Steve started. “It’s just Chatter. I don’t think Clint told him to rip up the couch.”

          “That’s not the problem Steve!” She stated annoyed, “It’s what Chatter said, not what he’s doing.”

          “Nat…” Steve said, drawing her name out, his tone telling her she was being ridiculous.

          “Just you wait!” She shouted, interrupting him. Her voice lessened to a gentler tone, “Chatter?” The bird cocked its head at her. “Tell them what you were saying.” Tasha demanded, her tone slightly growing hard as she crossed her arms over her chest, a look of determination on her face.

          “Tasha is fat!” The bird squawked loudly making everyone’s eyes widen and blink in surprise.

          “See!” The assassin yelled, her hand angrily pointing to the bird. Tony's snickering earned him a glare from the redhead.

          “How does this have anything to relate to the archer?” Loki asked in a bored tone.

          “Because he,” Nat started, giving a still confused Clint an icy glare, “Is the only one that the bird is ever around! Birds repeat things that they’ve heard and Clint was probably talking about me behind my back and the bird overheard it!”

          Clint took a step towards her, his hands up in a peaceful gesture. “Nat… I didn’t say that, I promise!”

          “Really?! Clint, you are the only one Chatter comes close to! You're the only one he could have overheard it from!”

          Your brother made a sound of disbelief and was going to argue his side, but he never got the chance.

          “Don’t tell Nat!” Chatter screeched. “Promise Daddy Clint not to tell!”

          An angry red flush came on Nat’s face. “How do you explain that?!”

          “Daddy Clint?” Bucky asked, looking over at Clint with amused eyes.

          “Shut up!” Clint growled at him while Bucky just gave a small laugh, shaking his head.

          “Do you want me to prove it even more?” Nat asked, fire in her eyes. “[Name],” You turned upon hearing your name. “Try to pet Chatter.”

          You looked warily at the bird. “Why?”

          “Because it will prove that the bird won’t let anyone, not even Clint’s sister, come near him.”

          “[Name], you don’t have to do that,” Clint told you.

          “That’s what a guilty person would say,” Tony muttered.

          Natasha crossed her arms over her chest, looking at Clint. He finally rolled his eyes, “I’m not guilty. I would never say that,” He said confidently.

          “Alright [Name],” Bruce said, your eyes turning to him. “If Chatter Box bites you, then I guess we know Clint’s guilty.”

          “Yeah, [Name],” Tony laughed, “Go ahead.”

          Slowly, your eyes turned to the bird that almost looked evilly back at you. You swallowed and walked up to the bird, holding your [Right or Left] finger with your other hand, close to your chest. “H-hey Chatter,” You said and slowly drew your hand closer to pet him. At first Chatter Box seemed to be doing great until, at the last second, when you were about to touch him he bit your finger really hard making you retract your hand with a slight startled scream.

          “Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch,” You said shaking your hand then looking at it to see that there was decent size cut out of it, blood dripping out. “Ouch,” You said again, frowning at the cut.

          “Here,” Loki said immediately after he saw the cut. He gently, yet quickly, took your injured hand in his left, placing his right hand over yours, closing his eyes and muttering something under his breath. Your eyes widened as he did so, looking up at his closed eyes, shocked and blushing from the contact. When he finished, he removed his hand, making you quickly look down at it and see that the cut was gone.

          You blinked a few times, examining your finger before you finally looked up to meet forest green eyes. “T-thank you,” You managed to say, surprise clear on your face at how quickly he reacted to healing something so small. You knew that he could heal people, both small wounds and large wounds, as you’d seen him do both before. But you never thought he’d react so quickly to heal something on you that could be healed in a day. He’d healed a broken leg, a bruised back and a few broken ribs in one sitting when Tony purposely made Bruce Hulk out and the Hulk threw him across the room. Tony, the idiot he was muttered, ‘Worth it’ under his breath when he was lying on the ground in pain. When he had healed people in the past, however, it had been rather large wounds as he preferred not to use his magic on small wounds that could heal quickly. You couldn’t help but be surprised that he would heal something so small when he never did to anyone else besides himself.

          Loki nodded to you, acknowledging your thanks.

          “How do you explain that!” Natasha told Clint, her eyes holding flames.

          Clint opened and closed his mouth a few times but couldn’t explain anything.

          Tasha’s eyes narrowed again at him and stormed towards him, her fist raised while Clint shielded his face. Before her fist collided, Chatter took that moment to speak again.

          “Thor has girl hair!” Chatter screeched, making everyone turn to look at the bird. “Barbie Thor! Barbie Thor!”

          Loki and you both looked at each other then tried to muffle your laughs.

          “Brother Barton!” Thor exclaimed, “I do not have a maiden’s hair! How could you dare say such things?”

          You and Loki couldn’t hold in your laughter and soon you were laughing full out with Tony. Bucky and Steve were trying to hide their laughs as well, while Bruce just rubbed his temples, knowing no good could come from this.

          “Thor I didn’t-”

          “And now you’re making fun of Thor too!” Nat accused.

          Clint shook his head, his eyes growing wide. “No, no, no-”

          “Steve wears tights!” Chatter Box sang. “Freedom, freedom, freedom! All I hear! All I hear! No more America! No more!”

          This time it was Steve’s turn to get upset. “Clint making fun of me is one thing, but making fun of America, the land you live in, isn’t.”

          “What? But I never-”

           Chatter only continued. “Buck Tooth Bucky! Buck, Buck, Buck Tooth!”

           By this time you, Loki and Tony were dying of laughter.

           “Loki is as cold as ice! Frosty, frosty! Blue boy, blue boy!”

           The God of Mischief immediately stopped laughing, “That was not humorous,” He stated, his eyes narrowed.

           “Come on Lokster,” Tony nudged him, “Lighten up!”

           “[Name]’s hair is a rat’s nest!” Chatter screeched.

           You were shocked and glared at Clint, “Why would you say that?” You asked him furiously.

           “Wait a second,” Bruce said, stepping forwards. “Clint wouldn’t say anything about [Name]. Something’s not right here.”

           Chatter Box started to list off numerous things about the Avengers, and a realization started to go off in everyone’s heads when they heard what Chatter was saying.

           Everyone’s eyes turned to Tony who was still laughing historically, holding his stomach as he was bending over.

           “Tony…” Bruce said, making Tony look up and wipe a tear from his eye.

           “What?” Tony asked, trying to control his laughter.

           “Chatter didn’t say anything about you,” Bruce said, tapping his foot, his arms crossed and looking at Tony. Immediately Tony looked at the ground and swore.

           “I knew I forgot something,” He muttered.

           “So it was you!” Clint yelled, pushing through everyone. “You tried to make me the bad guy?!”

           Tony looked at him wide eyed and looked at everyone who was still pissed by what Tony had done. “Uhh…” He bolted away towards the elevator and started to press the close button repeatedly. “Close, close, close.” He yelled, trying to get away before everyone strangled him.

           It was a race towards the elevator, trying to get to Tony. But at the last second, the doors closed in your faces.

           “He is so dead when I catch him,” Clint growled.

           “Stupid elevator,” Natasha said, then kicked it. “We lost him.”

           Loki smirked, “That’s not entirely true.”

           Everyone looked at him and he smirked widely before turning to the elevator and holding his hands out, closing his eyes and muttering something under his breath. You flinched when you heard screaming come from inside the elevator. “No! No! NO! Go down! Go down! Stop! No! NO!” Everyone jumped in surprise when the elevator dinged and showed Tony, plastered against the corner of the elevator, his eyes wide from fear and frozen to the spot. “I can explain.”

           “Too late!” Nat hissed as she raced towards him while Tony cowered.

           “Not the face!”
Chatter Box likes to repeat what he hears. And the Avengers don't take crap from anyone, let alone a bird.
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Parrots are the best birds in the world lol. 
Also, this fanfic reminds me of a Hetalia insert where the reader was a Cockatoo and, was swearing and, being annoying in the meeting room. it was funny!