Nuan Nuan Saves the World [Comprehensive British and American]

Peter feels very bad.

It wasn't because of the indiscriminate disaster that he lay down in the hospital for several days with a high fever and was almost considered to have burnt out his brain.

Nor was it because a classmate told him that he missed the Tony Stark speech that he had been looking forward to for half a year during his disappearance.

Not to mention that he was terrified by being questioned by the FBI agents, while honestly telling his story of adventures in the cat kingdom while worrying about whether he would be sent to a mental hospital.

Well, in fact, all of the above annoyed him, but it wasn't enough to annoy him to the point where he is now.

Peter sighed again, leaning against the street lamp and staring at the floor tile at his feet in a daze, as if he could see a flower from the floor tile.

Of course he couldn't see the flowers. His gaze moved up a little bit, followed the joints of the floor tiles and stuck to the floor-to-ceiling windows in front of him, and stared at the floor-to-ceiling windows in a daze.

The days in New York, which can already feel the warmth of spring, are getting longer, and the sun has illuminated the whole city brilliantly at seven or eight o'clock. The sky is as clean as washing, with only a few faint clouds hanging high, and the air is full It belongs to spring, belongs to the atmosphere of budding, and that kind of silent vitality quietly blends into the wind, air, and sunlight, stained with even the solemn and elegant copper signboards, solid wood containers, and those glass cabinets that flow with moist luster. All the bone china tea sets in the store showed an indescribably refreshing atmosphere, and accompanied by the rich aroma flowing from the store, there were crisp jingle sounds in the ears.

Like a symphony that belongs to the morning.

Peter squatted down holding his head in pain, trying to stop the cheerful crackling sound in his head, not to recall the picture that appeared in his mind together with the sound, the broken glass and ceramics all over the floor, delicate A teapot spout and a teacup handle fell to the east, and the broken glass lay dead on the ground, reflecting the door lock that was twisted off by his slap, the sofa that was tilted in half, and the shock that was shaken off by him. The staff lounge with a large wall.

Every time Peter thinks about it, Peter feels that his poor savings, which are almost nothing, have grown little wings and fluttered away from him, as well as his precious collection of scientific instruments, Iron Man, who has saved money for half a year The limited models have also turned into broken glass and broken tea sets all over the floor, flashing and shining in the sun, showing his face full of poverty.

What's worse is that he suddenly realized that he had already caused countless troubles to Chris not long after he started work, and even implicated him in going to the police station once. Thinking carefully, the kitten he rescued was also Chris. He has been paying medical expenses, so he can eat expensive canned cat food in the pet hospital and enjoy the luxurious VIP ward. Peter once secretly glanced at the ward price list of the pet hospital, and consciously sold himself. He might not be able to afford the kitten A day's hospitalization fee.

What made him feel most guilty and uneasy was that even though he had caused so much trouble to Chris and caused so much loss, Chris never meant to ask him to compensate him or to fire him. I visited him and gave him a few days of absenteeism as paid vacation, so that he could take a good rest and pay attention to his health and not rush to work. He also said that if he had any difficulties at home, he could talk to him—God knows if it wasn’t for Peter, he really yearned for college The campus can't wait to just pack and sell himself to Chris, and it also makes him feel less conscientious and embarrassed to go in even squatting at the door of the store.

However, at the same time, he was a little worried whether Chris felt that he was too troublesome and young and incompetent. It was only because of his gentle and kind nature that he was embarrassed to fire him. Maybe he had long wanted to hire an honest and capable new employee to replace him. He, and then hoped that he would be more sensible and resign and leave early.

"Peter?" Just as Peter was struggling to speak, he suddenly heard a familiar voice from above his head, and when he raised his head, he met Chris's eyes. For some reason, before he opened his mouth, he shivered subconsciously, as if being caught by something. The beast stared at the general and his hair stood on end, but there was nothing unusual when he looked around.

"Why don't you go in?" Peter saw Chris's long eyelashes trembling and curling slightly, and the early morning sunshine in New York fell from the thick eyelashes into those pale ice-colored eyes, and the ice shattered into pieces in an instant. The spring water melted, and the soft smile slowly opened from his eyes, making him relax unconsciously. Those entangled brain holes and the momentary uneasiness just now were thrown out of the sky together. When he came, he thought about it. The stomach's apology and explanation turned into a bright smile in the end, he jumped up and blinked those dog eyes with innocent and cute special effects: "I will definitely work hard!"

The young man smiled like a warm little sun, and the blood that shone on Chris seemed to have dissipated a lot. The curve of Chris's lips deepened a little, and a rare truth was added to the hypocritical and perfunctory softness in his eyes. He folded up his sleeves to cover up the blood stains on the cuffs, and said in that usual gentle tone: "Welcome back."

So Peter became happy, grabbed his brown hair, which he had combed neatly in the morning, and ran happily to open the door. His feet seemed to be spring-loaded and jumped up and down. If he had a tail, he would definitely be swaying behind him now.

"I'll take a break." Chris tilted his head and covered his mouth and yawned. Instead of sitting on the chair behind the counter as usual, he nestled in the sofa by the French window, with his eyes half-downcast and his arms propped up wearily. The head, the eyelashes cast a shadow over the eyelids.

Chris is somewhat tired these days. After all, he has to clean up the matter of Peter. He has basically been fooled by BAU. It was out of his control, he just disposed of a few Hydra strongholds based on the documents tampered with by His Majesty Casey, added actual evidence to the documents, and by the way regained the sense of crisis that was about to be abolished by his leisurely life.Chris realized that he had been unconsciously slacking off a bit too much during this time, and he hadn't noticed when someone walked into the door of his house. He had to practice his hands to get the feeling back, so as not to be stabbed at home one day died.

hiss--

Chris frowned and adjusted his posture so as not to press down on his ribs that were still aching from being kicked. To be honest, the secret weapon of Hydra, the Winter Soldier, hits people really painfully. Chris feels that his ribs are out of ten Ninth, it was cracked. It is estimated that there will be bruises all over the body after taking off the clothes, which will never disappear in ten days and a half months.

But the Winter Soldier is definitely not having a good time now. Chris knows the effect of the few small spells he threw out. Dealing with this kind of mental spells for over-brainwashed soldiers can at least make his memory confused. Last half a month.

Peter peeked at the way Chris was frowning, and tried his best to wring out the rag to wipe the glass in front of the store. His strength was extremely light, because for some reason recently, his strength had increased a lot, and he couldn't move it at all. Moving things can be easily moved by raising his hand. He unscrewed the faucet several times when he woke up in the morning. In order not to add new debts to his compensation list, he practiced his control for a whole day yesterday before he dared to come to work. , Now I try my best to take it lightly and move carefully, for fear of breaking something.

After wiping the glass shelf, thank God he only accidentally knocked over a teacup and successfully intercepted it in time by relying on the soaring reaction speed and strength these days, wiped the cold sweat from his head and walked into the staff lounge to change clothes formally start work.

Just like the brand new glass cabinet outside and those newly replaced tea sets, the staff lounge has also been redecorated, and the wall is pasted with elegant wallpaper. Although the sofa has changed its shape, it is still the same plush It looks soft, and even the plush pillow on it feels great to the touch. Peter couldn't put it down and rubbed it several times before opening the locker to change clothes.

The clerk’s uniform in the locker has not wrinkled because it has been stuffed in the locker for several days, and it is still neat and ironed, as if it has been carefully washed and ironed. Peter looked around at this familiar yet strange room while changing clothes. Suddenly, his eyes must have fallen on another locker not far from him—that locker was used by someone.

Recently, his sharp intuition told him that, even though the locker was tightly closed, there was no difference between that locker and those next to it, but Peter was able to detect some indescribable strangeness from that locker, and clearly told him Someone just recently used this cabinet.

Is there a new clerk?

Peter guessed in his heart, buttoned his shirt, pulled his vest and tied himself a not-so-perfect bow tie in front of the mirror. I walked out of the staff lounge after making sure that there was nothing wrong with it, and after a few seconds of mental construction in front of the glass cabinet, I took out the tea sets inside and wiped them one by one with a clean and soft flannelette.

He likes to do this job very much, especially if he spends ten minutes doing it before opening the shop in the morning, it always makes him calm and concentrated slowly, without being disturbed by too many thoughts.

Chris was still dozing on the sofa by the window, probably because his clothes were wrinkled when he came back from a long distance, and his hair was not combed as neatly as usual, but a few strands of hair were left hanging on his forehead. Peter narrowed his eyes slightly, and with the help of his excellent eyesight, he caught a not so obvious ear hole on Chris' pinna. It was not the earlobe but the pinna. The location of the pain caused Peter to shake his hand and almost drop the teacup in his hand. Holding the handle of the teacup, he unconsciously noticed this little discovery.

What would it look like if Chris wore earrings and the like? He couldn’t help but fantasize about it. He didn’t come back to his senses until he was reminded by Chris. He looked at the handle of the teacup in his hand that had been separated from the teacup without tears. "I'm sorry, I will compensate... and the things I broke before, I will also compensate."

Although that may make him destitute overnight.

"I'll remember to deduct it from your salary." Chris twisted his stiff neck, "I'm going to change my clothes, and you will entertain the guests first."

"I see." Peter said, hesitantly asked again, "Are there any new employees in the store? I saw that a cabinet has been used."

"Well, he will come a little later." Chris looked at his watch, thought about it, and then smiled and comforted him, "Don't worry, you will like him."

Peter nodded, "I will get along well with him."

Since Chris said what he said, it shouldn't be a difficult person to get along with.

While thinking about it, the young man carefully counted the inventory in the tea pot. Suddenly, he heard the door of the staff lounge slamming twice behind him. He turned his head, only to see that the door was opened a little, but there was no one there. Things tugged him before he lowered his head, and saw a fluffy white ball sweeping past his feet, lightly jumped onto the container and sat upright, his dark blue eyes were as deep and clear as the boundless deep sea, tilting his head to look at Peter .

In an instant, Peter felt an arrow shot straight into his heart, causing his heartbeat to speed up, his blood pressure to rise, and his breathing to be short of breath. His eyes were stuck to the cat with its gorgeous long hair and beautiful blue eyes, and he couldn't move it away. He wanted to pounce on it and rub it. The long-haired body buried his face in his soft stomach and rolled on the ground, then struggled to knead the pink and tender little pad - definitely pink, Peter swears by his dynamic vision!

The young man who was thinking this way rushed forward with the action power that matched his age, no matter what three seven 21 was first, as a respect, the serious and dignified cat was caught off guard by his hand, and hurriedly slapped Peter on the face Stamping, rolling and crawling, he rushed down the container, and hid behind Chris who had just walked downstairs in shock.

"Chris, do we have a cat?!" Peter asked excitedly with starry eyes.

"This is a new clerk in the store." Chris coughed twice and moved a few steps to the side to reveal the cat behind him, "Captain Fidel of the Cat Knights, you should have seen it."

"Captain Fidel? That's a good name—" Peter's smile froze halfway through the sentence, and he suddenly realized who Captain Fidel was. He stared at the cat at Chris's feet with his eyes wide open. With just the right amount of light gray pointed ears and dark gray tail pointed, Captain Fidel, who is so beautiful that no friends can see the solemn and cold posture of the human figure, sat upright, cleared his throat and said hello.

"Mia—"

No matter how soft and tender it sounded like a coquettish cry, Peter raised his hands to cover his face, feeling that the world view he had finally rebuilt collapsed again.