[Comprehensive British and American] Plague Meow

"Swipe la la la—"

Naqi rested his chin on Stark's palm, and squinted at the human who dared to hide in Elizabeth's circle, and couldn't care less about the three who bathed it behind.

Bruce felt that there was a joke, and encouraged Stark with his eyes to continue to attract hatred.

Stark's expression began to twist subtly, looking like he wanted to summon the armor on the spot and punch Bruce in the face.

Anyway, Iron Man's hate is really, really steady, being tossed and tossed until it's completely washed out, and Natch doesn't divert his gaze.

When Steven approached with a towel, Stark slipped away decisively.

The jet-black little black cat was wrapped in a fluffy creamy white bath towel.

Steven wiped its belly, Bucky played with its tail, and Bruce wiped its ears with the end of a towel.

Naqi's golden pupils revealed a trace of laziness, and then he half-closed his eyes with a "grunt".

"Enjoy it very much?" Bruce laughed.

"Meow~" It's okay~~

And moved his head, motioned Bruce to wipe the other side for himself.

At this time, Stark, who was shrunk behind the bathroom door, poked his head out again and asked, "Did you forget to cut your nails?"

Naqi froze for a moment, and showed his nails.

The four two-legged beasts looked at the sharp claws that were shining with cold light, and fell silent in unison.

After a long time, Steven coughed lightly: "I think it's okay, no need to cut it."

"I thought so too," Bucky agreed.

Bruce continued to brush his hair in silence.

Satisfied, the little black cat raised its neck and enjoyed the service of the Twolegs, and soon it was half-dried. Stark brought a new dry blanket, and took Naqi into his arms. into the living room.

"Meow?" Naqi looked around in confusion.

"I heard that cats are afraid of hair dryers." Stark muttered while continuing to knead the little black cat lying on the new carpet, "Try it?"

Bruce pressed Natchy's back with one hand, and licked down along the spine, until the whole cat was limp, and then with the other hand, he quietly moved over with the hair dryer, and turned on the smallest gear, letting the cat Warm air blows out.

Naqi, who had become a puddle of liquid, instantly swelled back and narrowed his eyes.

It is certainly not afraid of a hair dryer.

But it also doesn't like "buzzing" things too much.

So the little black cat patted it with its paw.

Bruce calmly returned the fragments of the hair dryer to Stark and said, "It seems that he doesn't like it."

Obvious.

OK, next.

Stark was not discouraged.

Next up is the dryer.

Natch: ...

I thought of the salt-baked cat at sea, I thought of Magneto, and I remembered the thing that was photographed in the basin.

"Meow--!"

The cat straight down turned into a jet-black stegosaurus.

"...Whoa, what did I do?"

Stark raised his hands high and stepped back.

Left in front of him was the body of the drying box with only fragments remaining.

Naqi also seemed to know that he was too angry, curled his tail and "squeaked" twice, leaned over and rubbed Stark's pants as a comfort.

Stark looked down at his stained pants, pained and happy.

Bucky and Steven also followed the living room and stopped to watch not far away.Both of them knew that they had nothing to do with small animals. If Bruce and Stark couldn't handle it, they would just go up and make trouble.

"What?" Bucky asked lip-syncing.

Steven didn't know what to do, he could only shake his head.

On the contrary, Stark's mind was extra active, and he immediately had a new idea.

"We use Little Sun."

"?" Bruce cast a questioning look.

"The hair dryer is too noisy, and the dryer is a confined space." Stark didn't know what happened on the X Academy cruise ship, so he found an explanation for himself, "The little sun is different, the magic house warming tool, if you don't Vibration [-] is not noisy, and many cats like to lie in front of the little sun and blow the warm air."

Sounds really good.

So Stark pointed to Steven.

"Old popsicles, it's time for you to play."

The little sun doesn't sink, but Stark is happy to order the coolies.

And it doesn't matter to Steven and Bucky, probably to these two old popsicles, no matter how much the three parties seem to be different in age, Tony Jr. is also Howard's child, their child generation, and these two obviously don't plan to find each other again. The old Popsicle who spent his whole life was also happy to spoil him.

Sometimes it is really suspicious that it is their attitude that makes Stark feel more and more unhappy seeing them.

The more unhappy, the more childish the approach.

The more childish the approach, the more the two popsicles treat him as a child.

Vicious circle.

But these three people are also enjoying it.

Soon the little sun was placed in the middle of the living room and began to work silently. The four of them also changed into cool clothes and surrounded the little sun and the cat.

The flammable carpet had been removed, and Natch squatted on the ground, looking up at the little sun.

From its point of view, it looks like a white wall with a faint yellow light, steaming hot air, accompanied by a little bit of hot wind blowing on its face.

satisfaction.

The little black cat narrowed its eyes and bowed down.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief seeing its little whiskers being shaken by blowing.

"It's time to turn over." Stark reminded cheerfully.

Natch: ...

Silently turned around, facing the little sun with his buttocks.

warm.

Comfortable.

The four two-legged beasts just stared at each other with bated breath, watching the little black cat turn left and right, and its tail curled up again. During this period, it lowered its head to lick its fur from time to time, and soon it became symmetrical.

"There's still a belly," Stark reminded.

Naqi was confused for a while, and lay down on his side facing the little sun.

……

It doesn't seem to be able to roast the belly.

Steven walked behind Natch, saw the little black cat leaning against the floor and turned its head, "meow" looked at him with a question mark, and said, "I'll pick you up and roast you."

That's a good idea.

Naqi agreed with a sweet "meow".

So Steven supported Naqi's forelimbs and picked it up, only a short distance from the ground, so that the cat's belly faced the direction of the little sun and roasted it.

Naqi's hind legs squatted firmly on the ground without moving, and the whole body was stretched.

Under the baking of the little sun, the hair on the belly gradually recovered from the tugged state, and became fluffy and soft. It trembled with the warm wind, which made people feel weak.

It's just that Naqi felt that something was not right.

It twisted hard, freed itself from Steven's grip, and turned its back on the group of Twolegs that were staring at its belly.

Steven showed an innocent expression, and the other three playboys understood in seconds, and looked away one by one.

"So Natch is a female cat, shy?" Steven was puzzled.

For other people, Naqi can still be angry, but Captain America is too upright and pure. If he asks a question, he really doesn't understand, which makes Naqi have no temper, and he explained: "Meow."

I have no gender.

We don't need to reproduce, and we don't have the concept of gender.Even if there are occasional manifestations of sexual characteristics, it is just a simple imitation and has no practical significance.

However, my human form is male, which probably has something to do with the fact that there were not many walking female doctors in that era.

"Why didn't you say that before?" Bruce asked.

"Meow?" Don't you think it's impolite to entangle gender?It's not about getting married, why do you ask me about my gender.

The little black cat curled its tail and complained solemnly.

……

The three dudes don't know how to explain it.

If cats have the same intelligence as humans, they will definitely not take their female cats to bed out of basic ethics.

However, Naqi didn't understand, and he didn't care if he understood.

The little black cat shook its fur, and finally raised its head and dried its chin, making sure that every strand of fine hair on its body was fluffy, and then stretched out contentedly.

A black sea cucumber is already in place and starts to lick itself.

Is it an instinct to re-smell yourself?

Licking and licking, it stopped quickly again, and now it smelled a bit like Damian. Thinking about the little kid who watched Jason sucking up his milk, it seemed unacceptable?

Stark has already started to think about other questions: "What's for dinner later?" Of course, he asked Nucky.

The little black cat raised its head and looked at the Twoleg.

"Meow???"

Do you want me to make dinner after washing? ? ?

One paw down.

As the strong wind swept away, Stark subconsciously stepped back and bumped into Bruce, but he still couldn't avoid the change in the hairline, and the two hairs were slowly falling down.

Stark couldn't hold back his breath.

"Okay, I'll make dinner."

Dinner was set for a barbecue.

Washing the cat is too tiring, everyone unanimously decided that we need to eat some good supplements today.

Only Naqi stared at the large plate of barbecue with heavy oil and salt and sprinkled a lot of black pepper in an unfriendly manner. After a while of silent luck, he turned around and brought a basket of vegetable leaves for them to eat with.

I squatted aside and licked a can of tuna.

During this time they were discussing some things.

Where the economy is in turmoil, where the bad guys are acting like demons again.

Natch was not interested.

It strives to make the Twolegs go to bed early and get up early to be healthy. It has already got rid of the nature of a feline night owl. After eating, it starts to feel sleepy, and jumps to the sofa to take a nap.

In a daze, I felt like I was hugged by a pair of strong hands.

There were whispers of quarreling.

"I can take it back to sleep, and today it is agreed that I will take the cat away." Bruce's voice.

Stark immediately protested in a very low voice: "Did you fall asleep without seeing it? Come pick up the cat tomorrow, and I will take it to sleep tonight."

"..." Bruce seemed to be lucky, but he couldn't hold on for too long.

"I'll be there tomorrow morning." Emphasized.

Stark seemed to roll his eyes, and smiled smugly: "Okay, Naqi can definitely wake up with me."

As for Bruce?That's not necessarily the case.

In fact, the two of them have been investigating each other for a long time. Stark has almost confirmed that Bruce Wayne is the Dark Knight of Gotham, and Bruce has long known that Stark guessed the truth, but no one intends to expose the truth. Laminated paper windows.

This is a silent tacit understanding.

Just like this time, the two of them exchanged glances.

Bruce compromised.

"Nine o'clock in the morning." Set a million alarms and he also got up.molar.

Stark didn't care: "It's up to you, remember to ring the doorbell." There is no meeting tomorrow, and he will be at home.

Natch, who didn't want to wake up, arched his body, which attracted the attention of Twolegs, and Stark carried it back to the bedroom.

Warm beds, warm kittens.

Stark sighed contentedly.

"Good night, Natch."

Gently kiss the tip of the small ear.

The tips of the little black cat's ears trembled:

"Meow……"

good night...fufu...

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