[Comprehensive British and American] Plague Meow

Stark had a nightmare that night.

The content is a hallucination he encountered when he was at the worst time of poisoning.

That night he struggled in a nightmare, fell into suffocation, woke up and got up to drink water, at the moment when he drowsily swallowed the cold water, his eyes glanced at the bottom of the dark cup abruptly.

He saw a pair of eyes.

Those were a pair of strangely protruding pupils, which were looming at the bottom of his favorite glass, where the water swayed.

Stark slowly remembered that this was a glass, and its bottom was almost pure and transparent.

So, what is this dark mass?

Stark's heartbeat almost stopped, he even forgot to blink in shock, and forgot to do something to resist, just staring at the other party.

It was long enough for him to remember all the details of those pupils.

The protruding eyeballs are yellow and full of dirt, and the pupils are small like melon seeds with pointed ends.

The head is huge, and there seems to be a slender body cruising in the infinite abyss behind it.

The cold feeling spread along the liquid in the water glass, touched his lips, drilled into his mouth, and went deep into his throat. The feeling of unidentified creatures wandering triggered the urge to vomit, as well as strong nausea.

Danger.

dangerous.

Something has to be done.

He knew he was going to drop the cup, but he couldn't move.

The body seemed to no longer submit to his control, and the cold fear had overcome everything.

Even the whole world began to groggy, and the darkness covered it.

Stark knew that he was about to fall into a coma, or even die quietly inexplicably, and that his body would not be found until the next time Pepper pried open his door in unbearable anger.

Think about your poor circle of friends.

Funerals are bound to be ugly.

Stark wanted to pull a wry smile, but couldn't even do that.

"Meow."

softly.

Stark sat up suddenly from the bed, muscle spasms and shortness of breath, the soft bedding could not comfort him, and he felt the cold sweat all over his body in the confusion.

You can see the metal-colored cup on the side of the bed, and there may be about one-third of the liquid in it. After that day, he switched to a stainless steel cup to replace the broken glass.

"Nach." He called the name hoarsely.

Natch sat in darker, darker shadows.

"Meow."

"I'm fine, it was just a, nightmare. I wasn't in the right spirits during that time."

Natch shook his head slightly, but Stark couldn't see clearly in the dark.

A moment later, Natch jumped onto Stark's bed, and without giving Stark a chance to chase it away, the soft pad of flesh touched Stark's cheek lightly.

Sweat clings to hair.

This human looked miserable, like a little cub who couldn't find shelter on a rainy night.

"Meow." Go to sleep.

Natch purred softly.

The sound resonated in its throat, and Stark could only hear a little bit vaguely, but he felt a strange sense of security, and his body began to relax. A warm torrent came from the cat's paw pad, and he was caught Wrapped by it, he couldn't help curling up, leaning against the kitten, and fell asleep drowsily.

Naqi froze for a moment, and looked back at the human being hugging his lower body.

It stretched out its sharp claws, but seeing the steady breathing of the human being, it retracted its sharp claws again and lay down.

Forget it, just one night.

Naqi glanced at the stainless steel water cup on the bedside, curled up into a ball, and fell asleep with his abdomen close to Stark's head, using his warm body to help him dispel the ice in his dream.

Stark slept soundly the rest of the night.

"Oh my God, this is great, I think I can live another 30 years without surgery." Stark, who was lying on the bed, let out a happy hum.

Then realize what's missing.

What about cats?

Why didn't you wake yourself up?

Look at the time, it's past 8 o'clock, but yesterday I scratched myself at 07:30.

Feel it carefully again, it seems that something is wrong.

The quilt was warm, and there was something very soft about it.

!!!

Stark quickly lifted the quilt.

It was a black mess, the cloak and the cat were inside the quilt, wrinkled and messy, the cat's hair was all raised up, curled up in a mess, very wonderful.

Stark petrified for about a few seconds, pulling out an awkward smile.

"morning?"

Naqi squinted his eyes, stared at this daring human being, thought for a while and decided not to argue with him, jumped onto the side cabinet, lay down and began to lick his hair.

Stark hurriedly got up to wash up, and then went to the living room, very well-behaved.

"Huh? Where's my breakfast honey?"

Naqi glanced at Stark in disgust, took a farmer's bag, and ignored him.

Well, obviously there is no delicious breakfast today, and my "snail girl" chose to skip work today.

"That dream last night. It has troubled me for a long time." While eating a nutritious breakfast takeaway, Stark chatted with the black cat who was concentrating on licking its fur. "Is that also your ability?"

Naqi nodded in agreement, and continued to lick his fur.

It has been moved to the edge of the window sill, basking in the sun comfortably, and the cloak that has been tossed by Stark all night and has become miserable has also shaken off its wrinkles and slowly flattened.

"You can cook and housekeeper, you can sleep peacefully, and you can heal diseases. What else can you do?"

"...?" Naqi didn't seem to understand the question.

It thought for a while, raised its head slightly to indicate Stark's direction, and then slightly accentuated "meow".

Stark felt safe.

"You can protect me."

Natch nodded.

Stark's eyes gradually became full of suspicion.

"I'm not picky," he wiped his mouth, propped his chin and looked at the little black cat, "You look a little bigger than my palm, even though it's been a miraculous two days, But it is too difficult for me to accept that you can protect me and perform surgery on me."

In this regard, Naqi just expressed that he knew this with a peaceful look.

In the torrent of time, this is not the first human being to think what to do, nor will it be the last.

It doesn't understand, but it knows that this is a normal human thinking.

The Batman I met before was a strange human being. When I piled up the evidence, even if the truth was absurd and ridiculous, the other party could calmly accept it.

Natch even suspected that Batman's mental problems were more serious than he had diagnosed.

"Meow." You are fine and normal.

Stark felt the compliment.

Being praised by his attending doctor, Meow, he didn't know whether to cry or laugh, or whether to laugh or cry.

"Are mutants a disease?" Stark asked.

This sudden question was out of Natch's preparation, and it subconsciously shook its head.Batman asks the same question, none of them are mutants, and Natchy doesn't understand why they should care about that.

"That's not bad."

Stark muttered.

Today's Stark also successfully arrived at the company.

The employees of the company have already begun to think about whether their boss has been imprisoned by others, as it is often written in novels, on the surface it is still the same person, but the inner core has been replaced by someone.

Or maybe Mr. Stark has finally gone mad and is about to jump off a building?

There was so much turmoil among employees that Pepper had to spend more time managing them.

Stark is also on the big head.

He couldn't understand what these people were thinking, didn't he just work hard for two days?As a Stark, he just sits in the office, is it weird?

Ok? !

Very strange.

At least Pepper thought so.

Stark rubbed his forehead in frustration, and suddenly missed Nucky a little bit.

Natch, whom he missed, was squatting on Stark's bedside table, and the innocent stainless steel cup was still there, with a shallow layer of water at the bottom of the cup, which was left over from drinking last night.

Natch's eyes were fixed on the glass that reflected the surrounding scenery.

It is getting closer and closer, with its head vertically above the mouth of the cup, and gradually descending in height.

Soon, its beard stuck to the edge of the cup, and after a while, its entire head got in, only the tips of its two ears were squeezed out due to lack of space, trembling.

After a few seconds, the stainless steel cup began to shake violently, as if something was struggling desperately inside.

Naqi then pulled out his head.

There is one more in its mouth.

snake?

something like that.

The head is very big, the rear end is slender, the body is brown-black, and there are some huge black markings, which look like a belt, and the head is the part of the belt buckle.

The big-headed snake was bitten by seven inches, and now it hung its head listlessly, as if admitting its mistake.

Natch spoke up.

"hiss--"

The snake gave a warning sound, but instead of coiling up, it turned its head and rushed back to the water glass. It crashed into the mouth of the glass, as if it had entered a black hole. In the chaotic sound of "shua la", it disappeared without a trace. Only that shallow layer of water remains in the water.

The cup was crooked and twirled, but in the end it failed to overcome the gravity and turned over completely. The water flowed out. Although the amount was very small, it still wet the pillow next to it.

Naqi blinked, probably feeling that this matter had nothing to do with it, and he didn't intend to take any other actions. Instead, he occupied Stark's big bed and stepped on the soft and messy quilt. Then he got down on the ground, began to lick his paws, touched his face, and tossed his hair seriously.

When Stark came back, he saw the overturned stainless steel cup.

"Should I be glad I've given up the habit of using a glass in my bedroom?"

Newly promoted shit shoveler, Tony Iron Man hasn't been to work for a long time Stark asked, crossing his chest.

"Meow."

Naqi raised his head from under the quilt, showing innocent little eyes.