[Comprehensive British and American] Chaoying table pets change all over

Regardless of what Tony was thinking, Tang Maomao's face was greasy after eating, and he began to lick his hands while sitting on the chair.

Steve's eyes were sharp and his hands quickly grabbed it: "Don't lick."

He pinched the back of Tang Su's neck so that Tang Su could only hang his limbs, and was carried into the bathroom honestly, and his face was wiped with a wet towel.

Halfway through wiping, Steve stuffed the towel into his hand, and said softly, "Try to wipe it yourself."

Holding the towel, Tang Su meowed in confusion, and looked up at him, as if wondering why he didn't continue wiping.

The two of them stared at each other, Steve compromised, sighed helplessly, held Tang Su's hand together, and taught him: "Like this, wipe your face clean with a wet towel, don't lick it."

"You can't lick." Tang Su repeated, tilting his head in doubt, and the big ears on the top of his head limply: "Why?"

Steve looked at him and couldn't help but pat his head: "Because it's dirty, licking it is bad for your health, just like you can't lick your tail."

He thought that Tang Su would only maintain this state for a week, and said, "If you feel uncomfortable, you can wash it off yourself, or find me and Tony, and don't lick it casually."

Tang Su meowed half understandingly, seeing that he had wiped himself clean, before Steve put down the towel, he got into his arms and rubbed his head against his chest muscles.

Rubbing and making a purring sound.

Steve couldn't help but took a step back, pushing his back against the sink, and for a moment had the illusion that there was no way out.

The cat in his arms is too clingy and close, which makes him always at a loss, but looking into the other's eyes, he can't help but condone those behaviors.

Tang Maomao rubbed in his arms for a while, but before he got a pat, he couldn't help but raised his head and meowed, grabbed Steve's hand and put it on his pointed ear, self-reliant.

Steve recovered from his inexplicable daze, and squeezed the cat's ears with a smile.

It's because he thinks too much, Tang is just a cat now...

Before he finished thinking, Tang Su suddenly leaned over again, licked his chin, and then rubbed affectionately on his neck.

Steve stiffened.

He tore off the cat stuck to his chest, and said sternly, "I told you not to lick it casually."

Tang Maomao was suddenly murdered, his face was aggrieved, and the corners of his eyes immediately turned red: "But you are not dirty."

After he finished speaking, he uttered a series of mi-wows again, and buried his head in Steve's chest and couldn't get up.

"Don?" Steve was afraid that he would cry, so his arm froze in mid-air for a moment before it landed on the boy's back. After a few seconds, he felt that something was wrong, so he moved his position to touch the big tail.

But this time the tail was not touched by him. When he touched the left side, the tail moved to the right side, and when he touched the right side, the tail swung back to the left side again, obviously angry.

It can be said that it is angry, but it is better to be coquettish. No one is angry while hugging each other tightly, with their ears pricked up, looking like they are trying to coax.

Steve was in a state of desperation. Of course he wanted to coax the cat, but he had to change his habit of licking others casually. In the end, he could only wrap his arms around Tang Su's waist and admit his mistake in his ear: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have hurt you. .”

Before he finished speaking, Tang Su's ears trembled: "Really?"

"En." Steve nodded, and just as he was about to continue, Tang Su spoke again.

"Then let me lick it again."

Steve paused: "No."

Before the cat got angry again, he speeded up his speech: "You can't lick other people, there are bacteria on the skin, it's not clean."

"And this action is too intimate to do casually."

Tang Maomao looked at him with wide eyes, his vertical pupils shrank slightly, and after a while, his ears drooped down: "Do you not like me?"

He lowered his head, rested his forehead on Steve's plump chest muscles, and whined a few times with his pitiful little milk voice.

Steve was exhausted coaxing the cat. Although the cat was angry, the paws were stubbornly and firmly pressed on the chest muscles and would not be taken away. They just stopped stepping on the milk, obviously in a normal mood.

"When the cat likes you, it will gently lick you." Tony was watching the fun, and said in a strange way: "It's normal for the old Popsicle not to understand cats. Look at you and make sweetheart cry."

In fact, Tang Su didn't cry, he just stuck to his chest muscles with a sad face, and couldn't tear it off.

"It's not that I don't like you." Steve paused for a long time, then said in a compromised way: "Next time I won't attack you."

"Can I lick it?" Tang Sumi asked whiningly.

The man stood stiffly on the spot, as if he had made a difficult mental construction: "Yes."

"No!" Tony exploded, fished the cat away, and pointed at him: "I knew you didn't mean it!"

Steve felt wronged.

If Tony hadn't been watching the excitement from the sidelines, he wouldn't have done this to coax the cat.

When they looked at each other, Tang Su leaned over and licked Tony's face lightly.

Then the two of them put Tang Su on the small padded bench outside, and began to teach him why he couldn't lick other people.

Tang Maomao was so sleepy, he held up his finger and swore that he would never lick it again, so he was let go. Tony also rewarded him with a small dried fish.

"With Tang's state these days, someone might take the opportunity to steal his phone." Steve frowned as he looked at Tang Su who was sleeping heartlessly while hugging his tail.

"It's good for my sweetheart to stay here for five days." Tony said, and he thought about it again: "It might be boring if he doesn't go out all the time. Let him get in touch with his peers."

Steve, who was about to ask who was his age, looked at him and called Peter.

Soon, Spider-Man in tights flew over with spider webs, lying on the outside of the window, sticking his head out, full of energy: "Mr. Stark, did you call me?"

"You can go through the front door." Tony opened the window.

Tang Su woke up from a light sleep, her confused eyes glanced around, and quickly settled on the red Spiderman.He got up from the sofa, squatted with bare feet, narrowed his eyes slightly, and bent his upper body.

Peter saw him, his eyes rested on his ears and the huge tail, and asked hesitantly, "What's wrong with Don?"

"Spelled by Loki." Tony said, "I called you this time because I want you to..."

Before he could finish speaking, Tang Su who was on the other side of the sofa jumped up suddenly, as if flying, with his big tail fluttering in the wind, he jumped from the other side of the room to Peter who was on this side.

However, he was cut off halfway through the flight, and Steve, who was standing halfway, subconsciously reached out and fished the cat into his arms.

"Meow!" Tang Su struggled unwillingly: "Little spider!"

Steve held the cat down, thoughtfully: "He might have taken you as a prey."

Peter's unbelievable face: "Prey??? Why?"

"Probably because you are Spider-Man." Tony also felt the same way: "Bugs can play in the cat's eyes."

The big white eyes on Peter's hood opened and closed, and he took a step back silently.

"Be good." Steve pinched the cat's ears and smoothed the fur: "That's Peter Parker, not a spider, so you can't play with it."

Tang Su raised her head to let him scratch her chin, purring in her voice, very well-behaved.But after hearing this, I still couldn't help retorting: "It's a little spider!"

Peter quickly took off the hood, revealing a little brown curly hair, and leaned over to explain: "It's not a little spider, it's Spider-Man."

Then Tang Su slapped his paw on the head.

It didn't hurt and didn't use much force, but the soft feel was very popular with Mao Mao, his eyes lit up, and he began to rua spiders.

Seeing that he didn't look like he was really going to "play" Peter, Steve let go of his hand with confidence, and turned to Tony: "Didn't you mean your peers?"

"There are not many superheroes who are about the same age as Sweetheart." Tony shrugged: "Do you want me to give others a chance to abduct cats?"

That is impossible.

"Don will complain again when he regains consciousness that you think he's a child." Steve couldn't help laughing.

Peter on the other side was about to be thrown to the ground by Tang Su, and he stretched out his hand in vain, hoping to be rescued.But the two people in the room ignored him, so he could only stretch out his hands and imitate Steve's way of rubbing the cat's hair and ear tips, trying to smooth the fur, and making the usual coaxing voice of small animals: "Good cat, be good .”

Tang Su pressed his hands on his shoulders, flicked his tail back and forth, and finally chose to wrap it around Peter's waist.

The big tail feels really good to the touch. Peter couldn't help touching the second and third after touching it once. When he came back to his senses, he had already combed the fur several times.

Tang Su leaned lazily on him, flicking her tail.

"Someone from the X-Men side came to me." Tony looked at the two of them leaning together, they seemed to get along well, and hugged his hands together: "Xavier suggested that sweetheart and Peter patrol together."

"That Professor Charles? When?" Steve frowned slightly.

"Use it here." Tony pointed to his head: "Say it involves sweetheart's ability, so there is no danger of being discovered."

He just mentioned a little bit, and then lowered his voice: "You also know Sweetheart's character. Xavier said that he can help other people with Peter, which will strengthen his sense of bond with people and benefit his mental health."

Steve thought for a moment. "Does he want Don to be a superhero?"

Tony shook his head and nodded again: "Basically, whether you want to become a superhero or not depends on Sweetheart's own wishes. Now I just want him to do something every day that makes him feel that he is needed."

"That's fine." Steve sighed softly.

Back then, Tang Su would abandon his world so easily and stay here because he thought he was not needed, so it didn't matter where he was. If he could change his mind, it would be great.

It is conceivable how lonely and lonely a person would be if he thought that he was not needed from the bottom of his heart.

Just as he was thinking, there was a sudden wail from Peter's side. He turned his head and saw that it was Tang Su who bit his finger fiercely.

Peter carefully withdrew his hand, looking at the tooth marks on his fingertips, he wanted to cry but had no tears.

Next time I see Maomao yawning, I will touch the little fangs out of curiosity.