[Comprehensive British and American] Plague Meow

You are not a balloon and don't need to float.

You will go home, and the way is not here.

There was a voice reminding him in the dark, so Bucky took a sharp breath of cool air.

There is the smell of the sky, the smell of the grass, the earth and the unique feeling of Wakanda. The fog was dispelled, and Bucky's thoughts slowly returned to this place.

"Bah~~~"

Bucky heard the three-turn bleat from the sheepfold not far away.

What followed was a severe headache, spinning, and the urge to vomit, forcing Bucky to lie on his side and curl up, gasping for breath, to deal with the deadly pressure in his chest.

Natch leaned over and licked it.

The soft pink tip of the tongue rolled away the sweat and negative emotions.

Bucky pressed hard on one temple to get himself up quickly, and then sat up, propping the lawn with his hands, obviously still a little dazed.

"what happened?"

"Meow." You attracted ZKR.

cried Natch.

Too bad Bucky couldn't communicate with it.

Not being able to communicate is a fatal injury. Naqi gave up after meowing a few times, flicked his tail, and walked towards the sheepfold with kitten steps, flicking his tail.

Bucky: ...

Suddenly I felt rejected.

Damian, who didn't know when he came over, stretched out his hand and pulled Bucky up, comforting him heartlessly: "Actually, it's normal for people not to be able to communicate with cats."

Bucky: ...

It was only the second day, and he was already too tired to talk.

When the fence of the sheepfold was opened, piles of white marshmallow balls were bleating.

Bucky took good care of them, fed and drank well, and each one was so clean that Damian took out a lamb from inside and shook it in his arms with a happy expression on his face.

And Naqi has already chosen his "mount".

The black cat jumped on the sheep's back and buried itself in the furball.

"Meow?!" Naqi was taken aback.

These sheep are all fluffy and thick, but in fact they are fluffy and soft. As soon as they landed, their limbs and hooves disappeared, and the whole kitten only had its head and cloak outside.

Natch was dumbfounded.

Bucky opened the fence wider and let the sheep out.

Normally, someone would come to help him, but today, considering that there were strange animals around, Bucky used Damian as a shield and declined the kind help of those people.

Instead they sent two horses, which were tied by the sheepfold.

Bucky looked at Damian with a sullen face and got on the taller black horse, then looked at the sorrel mare next to him, which was obviously prepared for children, and remained silent.

He even doubted that the filly could carry him at all.

After reciting "Children are too young to fight" [-] times, Bucky led the mare and walked slowly, following at the end of the flock.

The ZKR in the front didn't know what skill Get was, and ran to the front to help drive the sheep away. It seemed to have its own repulsive force, which made all the sheep instinctively stay away.

In some ways, ZKR is the perfect sheepdog.

It was also very excited and kept flicking its tail.

Look at Natch again.

The little black cat was lying on the back of the sheep, with more than half of its head missing, and almost only two ears sticking out, plus the cloak, if it wasn't for the wrong size, Bucky would definitely think it was a cat. A lurking Batman.

"Come down if you're afraid." Bucky held out his hand to it.

After two seconds of hesitation, Natch jumped onto the back of Bucky's hand. There was almost no weight in the moment he took hold of Bucky. In a blink of an eye, the kitten had slipped over his arm and reached the shoulder. With a curl of its tail, the whole cat was Squat down.

Dogs, cats, people and horses.

In the distance that Bucky couldn't see, there was a Damian galloping on a super excited horse.

Bucky smiled and shook his head, and continued to lead the mare slowly.

The flock of sheep stopped at a pasture not far away, and ZKR was lying on the side to guard the flock. His usual ears were now standing up alertly. It can be said that he was very dedicated to his duty. Naqi jumped down and rushed. Ki yelled a few times, and started to get in among the sheep, and looked back halfway to make sure that Bucky knew to follow.

Bucky, who suddenly felt like a primary school student, followed silently.

In the center of the flock was a layer of tarpaulin, with a picnic tablecloth on top, and a dark food box in the middle. Damian stepped on the back of the sheep and jumped in, opening the food box.

"Sandwiches and...milk? Are you messing with milk?" Damian murmured, obediently wiping his hands with a sanitizing wipe.

Then there's Bucky.

"We just finished breakfast two hours ago."

"Meow."

"Then you have to eat too." Damian translated.

"..."

What else can Bucky say?I could only obediently sit down and wipe my hands, then picked up the sandwich and took a bite.

Sideless bread, fresh lettuce, reduced-salt ham, and a soft-boiled fried egg.

The egg didn't have any earthy smell, the egg white was a complete oval shape, and the orange-yellow egg liquid overflowed and flowed along the edge of the bread. The situation suddenly happened. Bucky obviously didn't expect this, so he took a second bite out of desperation. He swallowed a large amount of egg yolk in an instant. Fortunately, the eggs were warm, otherwise his mouth would definitely be scalded and blistered.

Damian licked his fingers too.

"It's so light." Then drink milk.

"Meow."

"Okay, I want fried fish for lunch. It's the one you made for Red Hood before, and it will bloom." Damian didn't know which ancient level of flying vinegar he was eating, and began to order.

"Meow." That one is called a squirrel fish...

"it's the same."

Bucky couldn't help interrupting their cross-species conversation and asked, "...can you understand it?"

"Animals' voices are full of emotions, and their body language is also systematic. Only some communication in terms of smell is difficult to achieve, but in fact, as long as they try a few more times, they will actively avoid those ways that cannot be communicated." Damie Ann looked contemptuous, "Is it difficult?"

Bucky: "...not bad." His face was paralyzed.

Naqi looked at Bucky, tilted his head and thought for a while, and then "meowed".

This time Naqi seemed to say something strange, Damian's expression was a bit puzzled, and he asked, "Why do you have buns for dinner? Is there anything here that makes you think it's buns?"

Natch, however, just cocked his neck and flicked his tail.

It is said that the afternoon tea is heavy cheesecake and evaporated coffee.

Bucky: "..."

He began to doubt Natch's professionalism, and determined that he had evidence that Natch was definitely not caring for patients, but raising two little pigs.

No, let's doubt Damian first.

Can the message just now be conveyed through "body language" and "emotional voice"?

Bucky's face was paralyzed, he already wanted to call Steven, and told the other party to come over and take the cat away quickly, let him go whoever he likes, anyway, don't look for himself as a shoveler.But when Bucky took another bite of the sandwich in his hand, the sticky egg yolk stimulated his taste buds, and he felt that he could last a while longer.

But why milk again...

Bucky looked at the cup of warm milky white milk, blew off the top layer of milk, and began to think about life.

I don't know if the wine I put in the cellar can survive the cat to leave...

Thinking of this, Bucky put down the milk, took out his phone and texted Steven: [Will it ban me from drinking? JB]

Of course, Bucky didn't like drinking much, it was just a way of venting stress, and alcohol was easy to keep drinking because he got used to it, and he couldn't stop drinking.

No purpose, no reason, no feeling.

When I was drunk before, my brain was empty and free, but now there is only emptiness left.

The phone vibrated, and Steven sent a reply.

[Don't even think about beer, Naqi thinks that drinking too much beer is bad for your mental state. SR】

After a while, another one came: 【You don't drink much at first, so take this opportunity to quit. SR】

"..."

Bucky stared at this text message, as if he was staring at his biggest enemy. It is true that he is not addicted to alcohol, but this does not mean that he can stop it if he stops.

"Hey..." Damian called out.

When Bucky looked up, the side of his face was directly rubbed against a ball of plush.

a sheep.

Chewing grass, butt towards him.

Bucky suffocated for a while, and elbowed the sheep away. As a result, Naqi rolled out of the wool, and the black one didn't know how it did it. can not tell.

At this moment, Naqi fell into Bucky's arms and shook his hair.

Bucky stiffened, looking down at the little black cat that landed on his lap.

Damian was happy to see him like that, but this little kid couldn't even be happy, he smiled like he was snorting coldly, reached out and hugged Naqi into his arms, and quickly formed a black coal ball, He began to tear the bread into strips again, and fed them to the little black cat bit by bit.

"Do you want to take two sheep back to raise?" Bucky asked casually.

Damian turned his head away: "Not at all."

Bucky didn't believe Damian's nonsense at all, so he looked around and said, "You only ate eggs and ham. The lettuce was for the sheep, and the bread was for the cat." He liked it so much, why did he say he didn't want to take it back?

While Damian was moaning about repudiation, Bucky was talking about something else.

Bucky looked at Natch: "Steven told me you never allowed Iron Man to be picky in any way."

This is the thing that really makes Bucky unbelievable. Nucky doesn't care about Damian's obvious picky eating behavior, but he has to drink a glass of warm milk in the morning as an adult.

Bucky deeply felt the unfairness of the world.

"Meow." Natch glanced at Bucky while eating the bread.

"I don't need Naqi's treatment, but you need it very much. You must know that a healthy diet is the first step to take care of your body. As for me? I am very healthy." Damian added his own complaints while translating .

"..." Bucky decided to change the subject: "I heard that Naqi saved two members of your family."

He just asked casually, but Damian didn't expect that Damian would actually start telling a story.

"Red Hood? He's doing whatever he wants, killing himself."

Damian snorted contemptuously, but he didn't have a nasty tone, just a habitual smelly mouth. He licked his fingers and continued.

"The second time, Batman fell from a high place. Theoretically, those equipments must be able to protect him in most cases, but at that height, even if the Batplane falls straight like this, it will definitely be smashed to pieces. We all I heard the sound of him hitting the ground heavily, the sound of bones breaking, and the sound of a large amount of blood spilling from the lungs."

When these things were mentioned, Damian's expression was very blank, and he didn't seem to contain much emotion.

"We also heard cats meowing, and at that time it was just a stray cat that was startled. It should have been Catwoman, then Stephanie, and then the rest of us."

Having said that, Damian's expression twisted a bit.

"And then, to me, that's the beginning of our story."

With that said, Damian looked at Naqi.