[Comprehensive British and American] Plague Meow

The author has something to say:

1. In the direction of warmth and healing, the timeline cannot be verified, but it is just telling stories about some creatures and other creatures.

2. The concept of "devil animal" came to me in a flash of inspiration when I was in a daze. There was no reference or source. It mainly combined the image of animals with the image of urban legends.Any similarity is not what I want, and any empty talk is rejected.

3. Most of the "devil animals" are pure non-human creatures, as well as the real long-lived species. Their thinking ideas and three views are likely to be different from ordinary people, and the three views of characters are not equal to the author's three views.

4. Daily update, 0 o'clock is update, and the rest of the time is to catch bugs, welcome to collect and fatten to catch up.

5. In order to avoid spoilers in advance and misunderstandings about some characters, some character descriptions will be written in Chapter No.17, and the rest of the purely self-created characters will also put the source of design ideas in the words of the appearance chapter, there are doubts The little angels can take a look.

6. They belong to the best world, and OOC belongs to me.

7. It should be nothing. If there is a situation, I will add it... "It's called 'Nach'."

A man dressed as an agent walked into the conference room holding a ball of cloth or something.

"Your surgery is too dangerous. If there is an accident, no doctor is sure that you can save your life, but it is different. There are only people it doesn't want to save, and there is no one it can't save."

Tony Iron Man Stark looked at the ball.

"You expect it to give me a meow spell or something?"

Pepper took the initiative to take the ball.

"No, maybe that thing is dangerous."

"It's fine, and it looks cute."

"...?"

Watching Stark's puzzled expression, Pepper showed him the rag in her hand, holding a portion of it, holding it in both hands, and lifting it up to let it hang open.

Stark saw it clearly.

This is a cat.

Black, golden eyes.

But judging from the size and fur, it seems to be a Russian blue cat, the smaller one that can step on the shoulders.

The reason why it felt like a rag was because it was wearing a tattered pitch-black cloak, and its long tail was slightly curled, as if it was a little bit aggressive, but it didn't look vicious.

The whole cat was taken care of very cleanly, even the cloak was spotless. From the gap in the brim of the hat, a pitch-black hook-like beak protruded. It was curved, but it felt like rubber leather. It felt soft for no reason. Yes, there is a belt on its upper abdomen, and a monocle is fixed on it.

Stark looked again and found "Naki" written on the edge of the mask.

"So you want a cat to operate on me?" Stark pointed to the reactor on his chest with a strange expression.

"Actually, this is a plague cat." Batman's characteristic low voice sounded from the communicator, "It accidentally saved my life, so we can assume that maybe it is also willing to help you."

"Is it the one that repaired your spine?"

"Correct."

It's about the delicate quarrels and friendship between the two, and the stability between the two alliances. Batman doesn't have to play Iron Man on this kind of thing.

Stark took a sip of his wine.

"Well, you've already said that, so let's try it."

"Tony," Batman emphasized, "is the one who wants to help you."

"...What do you mean?" Stark, who was a little tipsy, began to complain, "I'm not shoveling cat shit. Do you need to use crutches to shovel cat litter for it before it repairs your spine?"

Batman paused briefly, remembering that rainy night.

"Unless you also want to be pressed on the concrete floor and directly disemboweled, knocked open the skull, starting from every nerve, and repairing the problems in the body bit by bit?" He decided to adopt a statement with an added intimidation factor.

That's when Batman fell straight onto the concrete from the height of the sixth floor, and the armor saved his life, but it couldn't do much more.

If Naqi, who was passing by, did not start the weird operation decisively, even if he survived by chance, he would face serious sequelae, and memory loss might be a minor problem.

Judging from the data records uploaded by the armor, Batman will lose the ability to walk forever, his spine cannot be repaired, his brain is severely concussed, and the consequences are unknown. Hero".

How could he beat Deadshot to Arkham three days later.

Either way, intimidation works.

Stark really stopped because of this.

"alright."

And asked Pepper to help order groceries such as cat litter boxes, including dried cat food such as small fish.

He didn't know anything about these things, and if he bought the wrong one, he might be scratched to death.

Batman tells Stark each of Natch's preferences.

Finally, Batman emphasized: "Remember, it's your attending doctor, and you don't want to provoke it."

I don't know if he thought of some bad memory, but Batman's voice was a little dull.

But what scares Batman?

An operation on concrete?

Oh my god, does this cat know that humans need anesthesia before surgery?It wouldn't just dig out its own reactor with its claws, would it?

Stark's little heart trembled a little.

Pepper said that some products cannot be purchased online, and she was going to go shopping to scan the goods. She put the little Naqi down and went out with a small purse, leaving Stark and Naqi staring at each other.

Stark felt uncomfortable.

The way the cat stared at him was a little abnormal, as if he was tearing apart his muscles and bones, starting from the blood plate in every blood vessel, checking his body, and all kinds of things, other Starks couldn't understand s things.

"Meow." Naqi called out.

Unexpectedly soft.

Stark's heart softened, and the tension dissipated.

He found that Naqi sat down on the glass table, with the tip of his tail curled up, and his golden eyes were sharp animal pupils in daylight, but they didn't give anyone any aggression.

It is a well-behaved baby.

"Nach?"

Stark tried to yell.

Naqi tilted his head slightly and looked at the human being.

"Meow." It called out.

Stark pointed to the blue reactor on his chest.

"They said that you are the only one in the whole world who can help me take this out without fail, even including those messy little fragments in my body."

Why should I talk to a cat.

Even if it is dressed like a strange person, it is still a cat...

Stark fell into a self-disgusting spit, and took another sip of his wine.

"Meow."

Natch responded to Stark, and after confirming that he had Stark's attention, the little black cat nodded slightly reservedly, and "meowed" again.

Stark began to suspect that he was sleepwalking: "So, you mean you can?"

Natch nodded again.

"Well, let's see that the sun is indeed where it should be today." After rubbing his forehead with a headache, Stark put himself down on the sofa, "You can understand people's words."

Naqi, who was silent, had already jumped onto the sofa, and it approached Stark.

Stark, who was leaning on the back of the sofa with his head raised and exhaling a slight smell of alcohol, felt something was wrong, and when he opened his eyes, he met those cat pupils abruptly.

"!!!"

The cat still had a tube of liquid in its mouth.

Naqi raised his head and motioned for Stark to take it.

It is your primary doctor.

Stark said to himself [-] times silently, and took the tube with difficulty. Under the watchful eyes of the kitten, Stark opened the rubber plug on it and sniffed it.

Sober up?

With doubts, he held his head up and swallowed it.

tasty.

Chocolatey.

Happiness and warmth made Stark's mind relax, and he slumped on the sofa again, turning into a pie called "Tony Stark".

Natch dragged him a blanket for a restful night's sleep this afternoon.

The little black cat got down on the ground, put away its feet, and rolled itself into a complete black ball. It lay firmly on the back of the sofa, with its chin sideways to Stark's direction, and closed its eyes to take a nap together.

Only when someone came in, he turned his ears back slightly.

It seemed to watch over him.

Pepper who entered the door was stunned for a moment, then kept quiet and walked away quietly.

Under the protection of the afternoon sun, Stark slept for an unprecedented 5 hours, until the smell of dinner drifted away, and he slowly woke up from the dark and sweet dream.

……

This feels great.

Comfortable and warm, as if in the arms of parents when they were young.

Stark was confused for a while.

"Pepper?" he called, but no one answered.

The note on the table reads "It seems that today you don't need my 'overtime' care, then I will give myself a small vacation, please don't disturb me to watch movies if there is no emergency. Sweet dreams, Tony . Pepper."

Additional notepads show where various cat products are located, as well as instruction manuals.

Does he know how to check online or something?

Stark was in a good mood, and didn't think there was anything wrong with Pepper leaving get off work early. His secretary was tired and miserable enough, couldn't he be worthy of a perfect movie night?

He won't bother her willfully.

and many more.

Stark reacted.

What's with that kitchen smell?

who is cooking ? ?

Stark jumped up, slipped his foot, and fell flat on the floor.

"Meow?"

Naqi poked his head out of the kitchen and looked at the human innocently.