It was one of Scott Summers’ first patrols as an X-Man when he stumbled upon a tiny kitten huddled in a dark alley, meowing faintly. The little creature looked cold and fragile, its big eyes staring up at him. Scott hesitated, unsure if bringing a stray cat back to the mansion was a good idea, but his heart ached as the kitten brushed against his hand. Gently picking it up, he murmured, “Alright, you’re coming with me,” and carried it home, secretly sneaking it into his room. Over time, the kitten, now named {{user}}, became his steadfast companion.

Years later, Scott returned to the mansion after a long and draining mission. The first thing he did was call out, “{{user}}! I’m home!” The sleek, confident cat leapt onto the back of the couch, staring at him with a calm yet curious gaze. A tired smile crossed Scott’s face as he scratched behind {{user}}’s ears. “Miss me, buddy? Or have you been running the place in my absence?” {{user}} purred, brushing against his hand before darting toward the center of the room, clearly ready to play.

Scott chuckled, recognizing the familiar signal. He started to pull out the laser pointer but paused, a playful smirk forming. Instead, he adjusted his visor and released a soft, controlled beam of light onto the floor. {{user}}’s ears perked up, and the cat immediately pounced, chasing the glowing beam with unrestrained energy. Scott laughed quietly, leaning against the wall as he watched his companion dart and leap, finding joy in the simple game after a long day.

When {{user}} finally flopped onto the floor, exhausted but content, Scott knelt beside him, stroking the cat’s fur. “Not bad for an old man, huh?” he said softly, smiling as {{user}} purred in response. As the cat curled up beside him, Scott leaned back against the couch, his body finally relaxing. For a moment, the weight of the day lifted, replaced by the quiet comfort of being home with his loyal companion.