[Comprehensive British and American] Plague Meow

Luckily ZKR didn't resist the cloak too much.

At first, it would keep turning its head and trying to shake it off in circles. After several failures, it gradually forgot about the cloak, and concentrated on returning to Naqi.

It looks like a huge snow-white glutinous rice dumpling wrapped around a small black sesame dumpling, nestled together on a huge black-bottomed plate.

It looks very delicious.

Jason felt a little hungry.

"I'm going to get a can of beer, what would you like to drink?"

"Meow."

"They drink the same as you, and so do I." Damian's translator went online.

Jason raised his eyebrows, slipped to the kitchen, and came back with three bottles of beer, a bag of dried squid, a bag of salty cheese sausage, and a bottle of baby calcium milk.

"Todd! Do you want to die?!"

Damian jumped when he was hit by the little calcium milk.

The calcium milk was trampled when the two were chasing, the beer can was burst, and the shredded squid and cheese sausage danced in mid-air. Naqi thought for a while, jumped up and grabbed a shredded squid, and smashed it to the side of ZKR on the dog's face.

ZKR opened his mouth and bared his teeth, the rough tongue came out from the gap between the teeth on the side of the dog's face, and quickly swept away the shredded squid.

flick.

When the old butler opened the door, facing the mess, the smiling Jason and the expressionless Damian, Ah Fu said he was very calm.

"Do you want to blame our little Naqi this time? Masters?"

Both of them choked in unison.

"I think it's a problem with the new friends this time." Damian stood up straight, with his hands behind his back, not at all bear-like. "Our Zacker hasn't gotten used to the new environment yet."

The old housekeeper glanced at Bai Chai.The blank mask was like a desolate and pessimistic abyss, but the old housekeeper was unmoved.

Bai Chai tilted his head innocently, and gently shook his curly tail.

"Well, I hope it can get used to it quickly, and you should go on patrol, Master Damian." The old butler showed a serious smile, and turned his head behind the door.

With the sound of the door closing, the two breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hurry up and clean it up, idiot."

"Say one more thing! I'll beat you first, believe it or not?"

On the central stall, Naqi yawned, turned lazily, and turned into a side-lying position, with his head raised, almost bent to the angle of his back, looking up at the two two-legged beasts.

Bai Chai had already finished a whole serving of shredded squid, and belched out of satisfaction.

Immediately after packing up, Damian set off to do hard work for Batman.

Jason sat on the lazy sofa, picked up a book and flipped through it, and patted his thigh with the other hand.

"Come up?"

Naqi raised his head and looked at him, then got up and stretched his waist, jumped up, stepped on it, and made sure that the toughness of the inner thigh muscle was in line with its claws, and then he lay down and quickly Roll into a black ball.

Bai Chai also followed, lying at Jason's feet, and seemed to have fallen asleep.

Jason, Jason lasted for about 10 minutes before the book fell to the ground.

They slept straight from the second half of the night to the morning, until the eastern morning light, the gentle light pierced the glass, and invaded the room where the curtains were not drawn.

The eldest brother who was rushing home from Bludhaven just happened to encounter this peaceful scene.

The little black cat opened its eyes and glanced at the person at the door. Dick raised his left index finger and gave a slight "shh", so it yawned lazily, lowered its head and continued to sleep.

The eldest brother closed the door lightly, but did not see his second brother open his eyes.

"I thought he was calling us to dinner."

It's actually time to eat too.

Naqi sat up, gently scratching the fabric on Jason's lower abdomen with his front paws, and sat on his lap for a lazy version of a lazy waist, before jumping to the floor and going to the restaurant through the dog door, I don't know what ZKR, who woke up in time, followed closely behind.

"Hey, you guy, you don't care about me when you sleep well, right?"

Jason happily stretched himself out, yawned and followed to the restaurant.

This is a meal, breakfast.

A serious breakfast.

"Cheers to our long-lost morning dinner?" Dick smiled and patted Natchy's head.

Natch nudged him.

"Meow."

Everyone raised their glasses to this morning in turn.

The only ones who are used to getting up early here are Damian and Tim who are reading books, plus Dick, a social animal. Everyone else loves to sleep and can't wake up. Bruce is still energetic. He pushed a piece of tuna to Nucky, and asked: " What does it eat?"

He asked about ZKR.

Naqi jumped onto the table, grabbed a baked ham from Jason's basin, and fed it to ZKR.

"Let me do it." Damian's hands were itchy, and he offered to contribute his ham, and ZKR ate it with his tail flicking.

Dick also joined in the fun. He put his fingers together and put the sausage in the palm of his hand. Seeing that ZKR was not refusing anyone, he ran to him and flicked his tail. He stretched out his tongue from the side of the dog's face and ate the whole sausage. It was swept away, leaving only a subtle sharp touch in the palm of Dick's hand.

This Baichai was still a little aggressive, and ran to Tim's feet in inertia, wagging his tail.

Tim: "It seems we can get along well." And handed over his sausage.

Bruce is next.

Bruce stared down at the dog.

Bai Chai: ...

Cowardly, he returned to Naki and squatted down.

"Yes," Bruce recognized Tim's words: "It seems that we can get along well."

In a corner that belongs to Wakanda.

It was getting dark by this time.

In the deserted pasture, only the sheep's cry of "baa baa" echoed. According to this person's own request, there was absolutely no other human beings in this area except him.

The one-armed man came in and drank water.

Dressed in sackcloth, he doesn't look energetic. He has thick dark circles under his eyes. His expression is erratic and his energy is not concentrated. It seems that half of his soul is floating outside his body, making people wonder what he is paying attention to.

An apple is placed on a wooden square table in the center of the room.

There is no problem with its position facing the door, but on the other side, there is a small opening sneaked out.

Seeing this person pick up the apple, he stared blankly at the small two die marks.

"What the hell are you?"

He muttered to himself.

The neighing of the horse came instead of the knocking of the door.

"James." Someone called out.

So the man went out and got a letter in a white envelope from the courier. He sat down on the wooden chair by the window, opened the envelope skillfully with one hand, and began to read.

Dear Nan.

Wrote it at the beginning.

"Steven." Bucky repeated the signed name in a low voice, sighed, and shook his head as if smiling, "Never know how to spell the word 'give up', right?"

At the same time, in the dimension he couldn't hear, the laughter of "Jie Jie" echoed from time to time, as if twitching, it sounded a bit like the laughter of a little boy, accompanied by madness and hoarseness.

He is James Buchanan Barnes.

The assistant and best friend of Captain America Steven, he will call him "Bucky" or "Nan".

When he was young, Bucky also believed that the friendship between the two would last forever. After surviving the war, they would attend each other's wedding, and if he was lucky, he could also attend each other's funeral.

Steven is too emotional, if he can choose, Bucky doesn't want Steven to attend his funeral.

It's a pity that they have been separated for a long time, so long that Bucky almost forgot those agreements, that is, that idiot Steven is still holding on to it, and even risked committing a felony to arrange for him to escape the shell, and then help him get rid of it. The monitoring was transferred to the remote and mysterious place of Wakanda.

Bucky read a page twice. It wasn't because he saw things and thought about others, but simply because the content of Steven's letter was too abstract, so that Bucky suspected that when he broke his brain, he couldn't understand it. .

He knew that Steven had never given up trying to heal his broken arm, beat him and scolded him, but Captain America's tenacity and stubbornness broke out at the same time, and he decided to spend his life with him, and Bucky couldn't do anything about it.

But what about "Little Black Cat"?

A trace of confusion gradually appeared on Bucky's rounded face, obviously unable to associate the cat with his treatment.

There was also a sketch inside the envelope. Bucky looked at it. It was a strange cat in a cloak. It was quite small. It looked like it could easily stand on a person's shoulders. It had bright eyes.

"It's pretty." Pretty is really pretty.

Steven's sketching level is very high, and he draws the little black cat vividly. If he is not paying attention, he feels that the kitten in the painting is about to jump out and make a pleasant purring sound.

Maybe some creature on the magical side?

Bucky shook his head, he didn't like the magic side too much, those mages were too weird and changeable.

After drinking the ale wine in his glass, Bucky got up and went to work on the sheep pen. There was almost no electronic equipment here, and there were no wires on the other side of the sheep pen, so he had to get it done before dark.

After Bucky's footsteps were swallowed by the dirt and grass, a small round thing turned out from behind the wine glass, poked its head, and crawled onto the sketch.

It hugged its round belly and smiled "Jie Jie Jie".