[Comprehensive British and American] Plague Meow

Iron Man can't keep skipping work.

After making sure he was mentally strong enough, Fury called Stark out.

Natch squatted in front of the glass window, watching the cloud tail left by Iron Man soaring into the sky, watching the cluster of flames continue to rise, and was soon engulfed by the pure-colored clouds.

The weather is fine today.

Natch yawned and decided to sleep.

Then, it smelled the scent of dried fish.

The kitten's nose twitched, and it raised its head slightly. Before opening its eyes, it followed the scent to look for food.

Smelling the smell, the dried fish was right in front of his face, but after turning his head left and right several times, he couldn't find the dried fish.

Natch was puzzled.

It does not dream.

The little black cat opened its eyes with a little confusion, and saw in front of it, very close to itself, a human with a one-eyed eye patch looking at him.

It looked at the man with nothing but fingers that smelled of dried fish.

Natch: ...

The little black cat silently turned its body direction and chose to face the opponent with its buttocks.

Fury: ...

No one knows what one person and one cat talked about that day and how they communicated. When Stark came back, he found that the surveillance at his home had been hacked. The door was open. all over the world.

Stark:! ! !

He hurried up and reached out to grab the little black cat into his arms.

Fury showed an indescribable expression.

"What did you do? It's a cat!" Stark demanded.

The little black cat in his arms rolled over, poked its head out, and looked at the human being with its head raised, as if it didn't expect the other person to suddenly reach out and hug him in his arms.

Stark quickly rubbed the cat's head down with his other hand.

Contrary to Fury's expectations, this time Stark did not yell and lose his temper, nor did he have other stress reactions, but declared his rights very seriously: "This is my company, my home, there is no With my permission, even you have no right to come in. And this is my cat, don't touch it."

"Meow." I'm not your cat.

Stark was excited and failed to achieve telepathy.

Now he is very calm, but he can't stay calm for too long.

The existence of Fury itself can evoke too many memories. Even if Stark's spirit has recovered a lot in the past two days, he can't keep calm. Soon his breathing began to intensify, and some stress including cold sweat and muscle spasm Reactions followed.

Naqi thought for a while, raised his little paw, and lightly pressed it on Stark's chest, the blue reactor.

Metal can't replace the skin to convey the soft and fleshy touch of the little claws, but Stark remembers how beautiful it is. With the slight pressure from the claws, Stark's chest rose and fell from violent ups and downs to gradually calm down, and soon recovered With a normal rhythm, his physical condition quickly stabilized.

Stark blinked his eyes in confusion, and asked, "What's the rush you came to find me in this way?"

Like a reasonable person.

Fram's silent evaluation.

In fact, everyone knows that Stark is a reasonable person.

New energy development, angel investment with sufficient consideration, free guidance for college students to invest, development of technology for the alliance, research and anti-this anti-that armor again and again.

Tony Stark, he's always been a great guy.

Too bad it was too good.

Geniuses are always sensitive, but they always receive more attention and doubts.

"There is news that you are going to have an operation," Fury leaned back on the sofa in a relaxed and non-threatening posture, "I hope you know that everyone is very concerned about this matter."

Stark hacked everyone, and Fury was the least likely to irritate Stark compared to other people who had been on the battlefield, quarreled and fought.

"Oh..." Stark reacted, took out his phone, and cleared the blacklist.

Fury couldn't help but look outside.

Ok.

The sun is where it belongs.

"Has the date of surgery been set?" Fury jumped off the subject.

"Good question," Stark was stopped by the question, looked at Nucky who was purring softly in his arms, and then lifted the cat up: "Come on, ask it for me."

Natchy curled his tail, wondering why these twolegs always liked to hold themselves high.

It wriggled out of Stark's arms, grabbed a piece of paper, and scratched it with its nails. With a harsh sound, three horizontal bars appeared on the paper.

"It seems that the operation will be performed in 3 days." Fury tentatively said.

Natch nodded.

Stark rewarded his little black cat with real dried fish: "Nach, you are awesome."

As a kitten, Nacky didn't understand Twoleg's complex show-off psychology, and he had already begun to wonder if the human's brain was broken.

Otherwise, when you take the reactor, open it to have a look?

Inexplicably, Stark felt a chill.

But looking around, there was nothing unusual.

Natch looked at Fury.

"Meow?"

It's asking when the human is leaving, Stark needs a retreat, no visitors.

Fury, who got a satisfactory answer, didn't intend to stay for a long time. At this time, he felt the subtle expulsion from Naqi mentally, and simply said goodbye: "Good luck."

good luck?

Stark jolted the kitten.

"My luck is pretty good now, right? Baby."

I'm not your baby.

Naqi looked at Stark and didn't directly express his opinion. Instead, he rubbed the human being with the tip of his tail.

In the evening they had a seafood dinner.

Natch squatted across from Stark, looking down at the open crab claws.

Generally speaking, cats cannot eat a lot of seafood, which is not in line with their diet structure, but Naqi is not an ordinary kitten, and it doesn't matter how much he eats.

It gnawed off the claws of a whole crab.

Stark slowly sliced ​​the lobster meat on the plate, wrapped it in cheese, and delivered it to his mouth. He never took his eyes off Naqi. He watched the little black cat's claws suddenly elongate, easily separating the claws of the crab. With a thick and hard shell, the crab meat was picked out slowly, and then licked with a pink tongue.

Thieves and thieves are ruthless.

You should know that the crab is about 12 catties, and the pliers are about the size of a little black cat.

It can cut open with a single swipe of its claws.

Gee.

Stark pondered this, shoving a tablet in front of Nucky.

"Can you spell words?"

Naqi looked at his claws that still had crabmeat hanging on them, and chose to tap the virtual keyboard of the tablet with the tip of his tail.

[Yes. 】

Stark drank his red wine to calm himself down.

"We haven't talked about my condition yet. My body knows itself, I'm healthy and ready for surgery, why wait three days later?"

Natch eats with his paws and replies with his tail.

[Spiritual value is too low.I can heal you, but my abilities can also affect you.If you force the operation, it is very likely that you will go crazy during the operation. 】Nach looked up at Stark, it deleted the previous words, and re-entered: 【Low spiritual value will attract things from another dimension. 】

Human beings are inherently fragile glass.

How can you throw it on the floor casually?

Natch grunted a little.

Something from another dimension.

In the past, demons and ghosts belonged to another dimension. Later, the super-tech aliens in the depths of the universe belonged to another dimension. Later, parallel visitors belonged to another dimension.

What now?

Stark thought they were all of them.

Anyway, it was something he didn't want to understand at all, but had to learn to deal with it, or even surpass it.

Naturally, Stark thought of the water glass.

"My nightmare, just that cup, that day's thing is also something from 'another dimension'?"

【It's very curious about you. 】

"Of course, Stark has always been charismatic." Oh no, that's not the right idea.Stark was almost choked by his own narcissism, and changed his words: "Where did I attract it? I will change."

Natch tilted his head.

【Your 'uneasiness' and 'pain' attract it, and what fascinates it the most is those past pains. 】

Stark stopped cutting the fish, took a vegetable salad from the side, put the tuna on it, and stirred.

"No, there is no 'uneasiness' and 'pain', as for the past, it is just the past."

Self-denial is also a big problem.

Natch made a note.

Cat isn't going to discuss this in depth with Twolegs.

Natch lowered his head and continued eating.

Before the formal operation, they still had three days to get along with each other. Stark didn't intend to waste it. Taking advantage of the digestion time after dinner, he took the kitten into his arms.

"I'm sure that bat did that to you too, right?"

Natch looked up suspiciously.

But soon its doubts were dispelled, because it saw the inspection equipment.

Yes, Batman did.

A bunch of young people were also called to watch.

They study it.

Natch lay prone on the couch, letting the machines scan him.

This kind of thing has been done at the first sight of these two-legged beasts, and of course it will not mind the temptation of these two-legged beasts. For Naqi, this is just a kind of dog sniffing each other. Explore and communicate.

"Meow."

The cat flicked its tail modestly.

The slow tone proves that it is in a good mood.