Chapter 5
Tony Stark, formerly a genius billionaire and currently an unfairly fluffy cat, had come to an important realization.
He could communicate with the Cloak of Levitation.
It had started subtly. The Cloak had always been a strange, semi-sentient thing, so Tony hadn’t thought much of it when it started hovering near him more often. But then, after another full day of lounging in the Sanctum, Tony had thought something very specific—
“Man, I could really go for some chicken right now.”
—and behold, the Cloak had floated off, nudged Wong in the kitchen, and brought him a plate of food.
Tony had stared at it, tail flicking. The Cloak had hovered expectantly, as if waiting for confirmation that it had done a good job.
So Tony had tentatively thought, Uh… thanks?
The Cloak had wiggled in delight.
That was when Tony knew.
Somehow, somehow, this enchanted piece of fabric could understand him.
And if it could understand him, maybe he could use this to his advantage.
A Few Days Later…
Tony had spent the last twenty-four hours testing his newfound cloak-telepathy.
The results? The Cloak wasn’t just listening to him—it was actively helping him mess with Strange.
If Tony wanted Stephen’s chair, the Cloak would yoink the Sorcerer Supreme right out of it.
If Tony wanted something from a high shelf, the Cloak would lift him up like a tiny, floating king.
If Tony wanted to play a prank, the Cloak was all in.
And today, Tony was feeling particularly mischievous.
He stretched out on the study’s rug, golden eyes gleaming, and thought at the Cloak, Okay, buddy. New mission. We’re gonna steal Strange’s coffee.
The Cloak wiggled eagerly.
Across the room, Stephen was reading, his coffee cup resting on the table beside him.
Tony twitched his tail. Now.
The Cloak zipped forward, yanked the coffee cup into the air, and hovered it just out of Stephen’s reach.
Stephen didn’t react at first. He simply turned a page in his book, reached for his cup… and grabbed nothing but air.
He blinked.
Slowly, he looked up to see his coffee floating in front of him.
The Cloak gave a little shake, as if teasing him.
Stephen exhaled through his nose. “Really?”
Tony, lying innocently on the floor, purred.
Stephen narrowed his eyes. “I know that’s you,” he muttered at the Cloak, snatching his coffee back. “And I swear, if you keep encouraging that cat—”
The Cloak flicked itself at him like an unimpressed slap.
Tony let out a smug mrrp.
Stephen shot him a glare. “You are the most infuriating animal I’ve ever met.”
Tony gave him the slowest, most condescending blink of his life.
Stephen groaned and took a sip of his coffee.
The Cloak wiggled in delight and draped itself protectively around Tony, like a cocoon of fabric and mischief.
This was the beginning of a beautiful partnership.