Nuan Nuan Saves the World [Comprehensive British and American]

Today's Clark Kent ended his day's work earlier than ever.Although he usually ends very early, in most cases he would dawdle for a few minutes after get off work symbolically before getting up and leaving, instead of feeling restless and fidgeting a few minutes before get off work like today, and when it was time to get off work He jumped up from his seat with his backpack in his hand, and with that impatient look, it's no wonder that colleagues passing by would tease him about whether a beautiful woman has an appointment.

Of course, the beauty is not a beauty, but she is indeed beautiful, lively and charming. Not only does she fascinate Superman, but also makes almost all superheroes fall in love with her bright sea blue eyes.

When Clark arrived at the Avengers Building, the whole building was eerily quiet, and even Peter, who was the liveliest (hua) lively (lao) on weekdays, spoke softly and gave up the way of moving up and down with spider webs. Honestly walk up the stairs.

Without further consideration, Clark easily found the source of why everyone was so light-hearted - Captain America's shield, which he never misplaced on weekdays, is now lying alone on the table with its upside down, and it's a bit funny inside There are small powder blue coral fleece blankets piled up in the middle of the blanket, and the dark smoky gray cat's pointed ears are faintly exposed in the folds in the center of the blanket, and there is a soft and delicate purr in the throat.

Rao!No one would have the heart to wake up such a sleeping kitten. Clark even felt that the sound of his footsteps when he entered the door was a bit too loud. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but float up a few centimeters. It seems that it is a crime to make any sound that disturbs the little kitten's sleep.

"It just climbed in on its own, you should have come earlier, God, it's so cute." The Flash ran to Clark at a slow but light enough speed, and took out his mobile phone to touch it. Clarke showed him the picture he had just taken.

——The innocent Captain America just wiped his shield as usual, while the little kitten who seemed to be wrestling while walking clumsily stepped on his knees and grabbed the shield and crawled inside.

Looking at the picture, it is obvious that the brave and fearless Captain America doesn't know what to do with this overly soft and overly bold little guy. He is at a loss and even holds the shield in his hands for fear of dropping it. He puts the shield on the table like a bomb Only then did he heave a long sigh of relief, and put on a straight face, trying to reason with the little milk cat who nestled in the shield and got down on its knees to coax it out of the shield.

But Captain America's pervasive ideological education is not of much use to a little milk cat, it can only make it yawn greatly, open its cute and innocent blue eyes and roll over its belly, instantly making Steve. Mr. Rogers coaxed him so obediently that he forgot about the shield, and even took a blanket to cover the kitten in case it fell asleep and caught a cold.

Not to mention Captain America, even Batman, who happened to pass by and was dragged by the Flash to finish watching the video, felt soft-hearted towards those big, round blue eyes full of weak, pitiful and helpless, and Clark was even more so by the end of the video. A soft and milky "Mia" is so sweet that you can't find it, and you want to steal the cat home every minute.

"Bat?" He was fascinated for a few seconds by the tender pink flesh pads of the little kitten exposed from the coral fleece blanket, and found that Batman, who had already gone out, turned his head and walked towards Mr. Stark's office. He couldn't help it. asked suspiciously.

"Remember a little thing." Batman replied in his hoarse and indifferent voice, his integrity and solemnity made the people present have no doubt that Tony proposed that night that he was involved in the operation of spending countless money to replace Captain America with a new shield. .

To be honest, Steve couldn't help but feel deeply dumbfounded when he saw his new shield, which had been upgraded by an unknown number of times with new materials of alien technology added to Tony's plan.

"I also want to thank you, little guy." He affectionately rubbed the little milk cat squatting in his shield and licking its paws, and easily touched the tip of its tail from the top of its head along its back.

The wide palm that belongs to the warrior almost covered the whole kitty. After touching it twice, the little guy opened his mouth and bit on his fingers a few times, but the little deciduous teeth did not pose any threat to the quadruple defense of the super warrior. Instead, his center of gravity was unstable and he fell on his back in the shield. Steve seized the opportunity to touch the fine and clean white fur on his belly that looked like the first snow in winter.

Ye Yi, who was passing by, took a pityful look at Captain America who never knew why he was bitten and scratched by the kitten, and took away the ultra-luxury cat litter that Tony bought at a high price and never used it once.

Speaking of which things for pets are so expensive these days, although Tony didn't care much and said that he could give them to him directly, Ye Yi insisted on paying the money, and it hurts when he thought of losing a single-digit deposit, but thinking again Thinking of Jason's ruthless attitude of not releasing him from the phone blacklist until now, Ye Yi honestly took this expensive cat litter that has never been used in the world and went back to curry favor with his younger brother.

At least leave him the weekly cookie QAQ

It’s been so long since he’s gone back, and he hasn’t eaten Ah Fu’s cookies. Don’t you think it’s too inhumane? Little Wings QAQ

Ye Yi wanted to hold Peter and cry bitterly.

Nothing else, just that Peter just happened to pass by him.

Still holding shredded chicken (roasted with the alcohol lamp in Stark's laboratory), he happily tried to lure the kitten from Superman into his arms.

Wait, didn't he just be Captain America, why is he now Superman?

Ye Yi couldn't even blink his eyes to react to the flying speed of the little milk cat, and the fast-changing Chris Ben cat didn't even bother to react. Anyway, these superheroes are neither serious nor serious. As for the guy who likes to grope, there is not much difference between Captain America and Superman. The palms are bigger than his head, which makes him have a fear of being headshot.

[…Are you getting a little too used to it? ] While the system was desperately trying to fix the bug, it still couldn’t help but secretly complained. Chris’s reaction was too calm, but people couldn’t help worrying, not only worrying about whether Chris was stimulated to have some psychological problems, but also worrying about it. Will he face Chris's merciless revenge in the future?

"Meow..." Chris didn't even bother to care about his stupid system, biting the shredded chicken that Peter handed over, licking his lips, the soft look made the little curly hair on Clark's forehead tremble , but still failed to bury his head into the warm and soft fur belly against the kitten's claw attack naturally and fearlessly like Peter.

The so-called hairy belly dies, and being a ghost is also romantic.

Today's Peter, still has cat paw prints on his face and a bright smile that is too stupid to see when he comes home.

And he used his paws to greet more than [-]% of the superheroes who tried to attack his tail and belly. Chris was finally able to enjoy a quiet night wrapped in his own blanket at night.

In fact, he is not too repulsed by being touched - after all, he is just a little milk cat now, isn't he, a kind of almost cold part of his nature allows him to accept what happened to him without any extra emotion? The changes in himself were like he accepted the system, women's clothing, and other bad settings without any fluctuations, and accepted all the good or bad things that this fucking world imposed on him.

It's not that he lacks emotions. Chris is sure that his perception of emotions is normal. He just has a slightly higher threshold of perception of various emotions than normal people.

Whether it is happiness or sadness, even shame, guilt and anger need a little stronger stimulation to appear.He has always had good control over his rationality and rarely loses control.

This is not a bad thing.

Chris nestled in Captain America's star shield and blinked sleepily. The kitten's body made him intermittently energetic and intermittently sleepy. It only took him three to five seconds to give up on being with himself. Fighting against his tiredness, he curled up in the blanket and closed his eyes.

……

The dream came softly and unexpectedly. Chris, who was a little accustomed to his milk cat form, reacted a bit before realizing that he was in a dream. The hazy mist was coming and going, and the door in front of him was ajar. He recognized it at a glance. It's Tony's private theater built in Stark Tower. The clean and bright door reflects his current appearance, but it's a blur that even he can't see clearly.

[Has entered Tony Stark's exclusive fluorescent spirit]

It's not fun to enter the dream world when the system is buggy, but there seems to be no other choice at the moment.

Chris clenched his fist and pushed open the door in front of him.

The picture was already showing on the screen, Tony leaned on the sofa with a face full of boredom and almost wrote "Boring" on his face, when he heard a movement from the door, he raised his head, and greeted him very naturally, "It's really nice to be here today!" Night."

The first time is raw and the second time is familiar. This is the third time. Tony didn't even want to waste a little extra surprised expression. He rubbed to the side to make room for Chris, put the popcorn bucket in his hand in the middle and complained: "Fortunately, I specially prepared popcorn to review my heroic appearance. I didn't expect this time to be... What is this? A teaser clip of a soap opera?"

What was shown on the screen in front of them were scattered fragments that had nothing to do with Tony - the kind that were so fragmented that they couldn't connect the plot at all, coupled with the shaky and chaotic perspective, all the characters who appeared were mosaic and couldn't see clearly. , the same ordinary and repeated daily life.To say it was a teaser clip of a soap opera would be a compliment.

Tony grabbed the popcorn and threw it into his mouth, and his attention had already drifted to the sky, but Chris looked at the clearest full-screen mosaic picture, which was more than [-]% of the monitoring level, and he seemed to be able to see it from there. As if seeing something in the color blocks all over the screen, he stared at the screen without blinking.

He could indeed see something.

Because this messy thing is his memory.

His long, scattered, chaotic and upside-down memories may belong to another world.

Now there are only these color-block-like things left, interspersed with images that may only be slightly clearer for a second or two-because he has long forgotten most of the things.

This is Tony's dream, and it's Chris' dream as well.

The dream reflects Tony's memory, and it also reflects Chris' memory.

So they can all manipulate this dream, conjure up a bucket of popcorn and two cups of Coke, rely on not getting fat in the dream, add a large box of pizza full of donuts, and turn the single sofa into a lazy one that can lie down. man chair.

Fucking system bug.

Chris saw the movie theater on the screen, which was exactly the same as the movie theater Tony saw in his first dream, but this time there was only a protagonist with a blurred face, mechanically stuffing a lot of popcorn into his mouth .

He also saw a small living room that was exactly the same as Tony's second dream. In the picture, he seemed to have fallen asleep lying on the sofa, but his facial features were still blurred and he couldn't distinguish his face.

That's right, he can't even remember his last name, who he looked like at that time.

That is a story that is too far away, so far away that it happened in another world and another universe.

Another world, another universe, in a non-figurative sense.

"Oh my god..." Tony groaned at the dizzyingly shaking camera, and commented rather bitterly, "I'm almost sick of watching it, can't I just fast-forward and go straight to the end?"

"The end is coming soon." Chris stuffed a piece of popcorn into his mouth calmly, most of the things he had forgotten in his brain, but the final ending still remained in his brain, "he died."

Although he himself does not remember the specific details.

Theoretically, he thinks he should remember it, but because the time is too long, it is long enough to dilute all the detailed memories.

That feeling was even so thin, so thin that when he saw himself who had finally landed after spinning around—probably himself, he couldn’t see his face clearly, but he felt that it should be himself, because he landed in the wrong place, and he hadn’t yet landed. When Faying came over and was shot in the head by a man with a half-covered face and messy hair when something happened, he could still add a narration in his heart with an almost terrifying calmness.

——The unknown so-and-so unfortunately died in the first second after time travel.

—was shot in the head by the Winter Soldier, Hydra's chief assassin.

- Game Over.

What you see from the fallen perspective is an American street scene in the 70s and [-]s. The scream of the woman stopped abruptly after only a moment, and the scene suddenly turned to the poor victim who was shot in the head.

Tony couldn't help cursing because of the sudden clarity of his bloody head.

The screen went black.

The whole world went dark in an instant.

It was like a bucket of paint pouring down from the top of his head, so dark that he couldn't even feel his own existence, so that Tony felt that the only ball that appeared on the screen because of being shot through the head at close range was full of blood. Feeling safe, he tremblingly wanted to hold something and even unconsciously built an armor with his consciousness. His eyes were glued to the mass of blood, and he felt in a daze that the mass of blood was wriggling like life in the darkness.

No, it's not an illusion, but it's really wriggling slowly and with difficulty.

The fuzzy face became clear amidst the bloody squirming. The dark gray hair, lips lacking in blood, and bland but inexplicably sharp eyebrows and eyes lined up bit by bit with someone Tony knew.

That's Chris's face.

It was also familiar to Chris, his own face.

There seems to be no surprise that what is on the screen is my past self.

He saw the news that his own system happily swiped through the panel, telling him that the bug had been eliminated, but before the message he swiped out disappeared from the panel, Chris saw that the diamond column suddenly lost more than half of the numbers.

The unspeakable ancient mysterious power spreads around Chris, intertwining dreams and reality. The red and black liquid drifts in the dream like mist, extending into the picture in front of you.

At the same time, new news flashed across the panel.

Garbled characters, data streams, broken and unorganized words, his own stupid system screamed in panic that there was an alien invasion, but Chris knew clearly that it came from another system that belonged to his past on the screen in front of him.

The past and the present were entangled and collided here by the red and black fog, and Chris couldn't tell for a while whether he was standing in front of the screen or in the screen.

Even if the current self is shot in the head, there are countless ways to solve the problem, but for the self who has nothing in the past, resurrecting from death is tantamount to fantasy.

What finally realized this Arabian Nights is the system that belongs to the past itself.

There is no system as stupid or useless as it is now, discarding almost all the data flow as energy fusion to repair the dead body, and the incompetent and stupid one who was pulled back from the abyss of death As a price, he sacrificed almost all of his memories belonging to another world.

The face is a product pieced together by the system using data, and the body is a materialized existence after energy is condensed. It is uncertain whether a soul that has been repaired from the abyss of death can still be called a human being.

Chris silently looked at his own face that was difficult to piece together in the picture. He saw his figure in the open, empty, confused and light-colored eyes. Continue to ask like a child babbling: "I... I am... Who am I?"

Then he heard Tony subconsciously reply: "Chris, Chris Elf."

The image on the screen is washed away by the solid red-black liquid, the past time overlaps with the present time, the boundary between reality and dream is blurred, all time is parallel at this point, and the light of reality shines into the illusion of the dream.

who am I?

Chris... Chris Elf...

At that time, when I just woke up, my brain was empty, and the first scene I saw in my opened eyes was another self standing in front of me, existing like a hallucination.

The past him and the present him seemed to merge into one in the suddenly shattered time, washed into the bottomless memory by the torrent of time.

Tony looked at the light that suddenly lit up around him and subconsciously took a step back. He felt that he had bumped into something soft like jelly. He turned his head, but was instantly horrified and frozen like a frozen statue.

I must be crazy.

Tony thought.

Otherwise, how could he see his parents who had been dead for many years standing behind him.

Then he remembered it was a dream.

Then he remembered the short scream he had just heard at the end of that crap movie.

It was his mother's voice.

The world is crazy.

Tony thought, under the armor, his eyes suddenly became moist and hot.

Like weeping.