[Comprehensive British and American] Plague Meow

Natch has a certain desire to explore human beings.

Coincidentally, these humans are also full of curiosity about Naqi.

For Naqi, this is the best situation. It doesn't need to force these two-legged beasts to submit, but just let them do some painless scans to get the information they want.

It can legally open their bodies, in exchange for treating their ailments, carefully observe those organs and bones that are different from their own, and even down to the flow direction of each blood vessel.

Natch licked his paw.

As long as the twolegs are completely voluntary when they are opened by it, it does not count as touching the rule line.

"Meow."

Natchy yelled at the metal instrument spinning back and forth.

"Oh, don't be afraid." Stark, who was looking at the panel, immediately shifted his attention, leaned over to feed the small dried fish, and comforted him, "It's just giving you a beautiful ray bath, and we will know about you soon It's my little secret, baby~"

Naqi ate the small dried fish slowly.

Coincidentally, the Batman Twoleg also said the same thing.

But later?

It probably took another seventy or eighty scans before giving up.

Very persistent, very patient, and worth studying.

Natch narrowed his eyes, ready to see how long Stark could last.It's just that it didn't expect that Stark is so unique and always likes to set off different fireworks.

Scan in person?nonexistent.

What is the intelligent AI butler system used for?Isn't it just for tossing meow at this time!

Stark, who had begun to develop good physical habits, yawned and went back to sleep, leaving behind a dumbfounded Naqi and a room full of innocent manipulators.

He actually left just like that, as if he had temporarily forgotten about the little black cat.

Natch: ...

The little black cat showed a dull expression and tilted its head slightly, as if it was very confused about the situation.

This human being, forgot it here?

How dare he? ? ?

Naqi suddenly had a feeling that this two-legged beast could be remembered by it for at least 1000 years, the kind that turned around and went to dig the grave.

For this reason, the little black cat groaned heavily and began to lose its child's temper. It easily scratched the mattress of the treatment bed with its sharp claws, causing the cotton wool to fly away.

What Natch doesn't know is that Stark isn't far away.

Behind the monitor, Stark, Captain America Steven Rogers, and Fury watched the monitor screen together.

Stark watched the kitten demolishing the house in the picture, not only not angry, but excited.

"When no one is around, cats will have their own little emotions, just a little bit childish, look, how cute."

The captain who has never raised a cat has reservations.

Stark, who was in a good mood, didn't bother with him, and took a sip of milk before going to bed.

"Don't think I don't know, you are observing me as a sample," Stark stretched out his right index finger, pointing faintly at Fury, "but it's okay, I'm in a good mood this time."

I don't know who is more childish.

Fury feels a headache, but this team has been difficult to lead, and he has a headache, he is used to it.

"The first observation sample is Batman's second Robin, the second sample is Batman himself, and you are the third." Fury reminded lightly.

In the first test, he couldn't catch him at all.

"It's just that the second Robin fled away because of personal emotional problems. He left Gotham with this cat, and his whereabouts were unknown, so that he missed the first-hand information." The chief added.

This guy always stands extra straight when Captain America is around.

Inside, Batman is following up.

"It took the second-generation Robin to the League of Assassins. I suspect that its ability has something to do with the Lazarus Pool."

At this time, several alliances have already begun to communicate with each other.

After the Avengers became completely independent, Batman's information began to be passed on in the Avengers in an unrecorded form. It was just a matter of secret identities. The Avengers kept each other secret by default. Lianhe has no right to ask the other party to disclose it to itself.

But they still know about the "Pond of Lhasa Road".

I also know that the current Red Hood is the second Robin who was tortured and killed by the clown.

"It's not the same." Stark denied, "The pool of Lazarus will make people fall into madness, but Naqi's ability is the opposite. It can calm people down and continuously relieve mental stress."

"Maybe it exists as a pool to restrain Lazarus?" Steven was completely guessing.

There are always antidote herbs near poisonous snakes.

Steven's guess is not groundless.

"It's just been there, and it wasn't born there." Stark objected.

Even Batman is silent.

Fury thought about this weird atmosphere: "Are you protecting it too much? Even if its saving behavior is true, it still can't prove its purpose of saving people."

Another moment of silence.

Stark took a sip of the ginger ale.

The carbonic acid filled the mouth and exploded the taste buds. There is almost inaudible spiciness under the sweetness. As Naqi said, it is not inferior to wine.

Stark licked his lips to absorb the remaining sweet taste, and said, "No matter what its purpose of saving people is, at least the act of saving people is true."

Obviously, Iron Man is on Naqi's side. As long as Naqi doesn't do anything harmful, even if the other party is really suspicious, he won't act first.

"I agree." The US team felt that Stark's idea was correct, and was even surprised that Tony would think so, "I'm sorry, I always thought you were the kind of person who always had to over-prepare in order to sleep well."

Stark raised his eyebrows: "You're talking about the black masked bat on the opposite side, right?"

"Dark Masked Bat": ...

Batman was too lazy to argue with Stark, so he went offline decisively.

Fury took the inspection materials in one hand and left, and the US team chatted a few more words.

"how are things?"

"good."

"Have you quit drinking?"

"Don't talk like my dad." Stark rolled his eyes.

Steven was amused, and patted Stark on the shoulder kindly.

Stark rolled the boss's eyes again.

"If this operation is successful, let's lure it to meet that 'Bucky'."

Steven froze because of this sentence, blinked his eyes, as if he couldn't believe it: "Oh, well, of course, Bucky has always wanted to talk to you, there should be something between him, me, and us. Have a good talk."

Stark felt that his forehead was starting to feel stuffy, and immediately raised his hand: "No, not now, I'm not ready."

Although a little regretful, Steven agreed, and we will talk about it next time.

After Steven left, Stark looked up and smothered the rest of the ginger ale.

"Damn it."

The kitten in the surveillance screen had already fallen asleep, so Stark went over, picked it up carefully, and sent it back to its kitten nest, and put a plush that looked like a slap-sized mouse in its arms Toy.

Naqi woke up inevitably, and looked up lazily at the busy humans.

"Do you think I should find a 'friend'?" Stark asked in a trance.

Should it?

At least Natch felt the question was redundant.

"Meow."

Of course, humans.

Your spiritual value is so low, you should improve your social degree.

Humans are completely different from us.

As a social creature, even for the sake of my poor spiritual value, I should keep at least 1~2 friends who can talk about things with confidence, and preferably have more than two healthy social circles.

Naqi is very serious about conveying his consciousness.

For any patient, as long as he is willing to receive treatment, Naqi will wholeheartedly provide help, and will never just focus on the reactor, regardless of other problems.

"Meow~"

I'm going to turn you into a healthy Twoleg.

Stark was amused, and couldn't help rubbing Naqi's little head, which made both of Naqi's ears lie flat.

"Little thing." He murmured affectionately.

The little thing narrowed his eyes.

Tony Stark's operation time was finally set to start at 11:59:59 p.m., and what Natch meant was that it was going to be no more than a second.

Why 59 seconds?

Even if the operation is to be performed at night, why can't it be 12 o'clock?

On the day of surgery.

While others expressed uneasiness about this, Stark stroked the back of the little black cat, stroked the folds of the cloak, and accepted the situation calmly.

"Just tonight, huh?" Stark touched Natch's crow's mouth mask with his lips.

The Twolegs were getting bolder.

"Meow."

Natch said it was true.

Stark prepared the sterile room and sterilized surgical tools, while Naqi squatted aside and watched.

It doesn't need these things, but in order to give Twolegs a sense of security, it doesn't mind a little more harmless props piled up next to it during the operation.

Natch's only requirement is that he be unaccompanied by others.

And as far as Batman is concerned, in fact, little Natch is more generous than it is.

"It doesn't matter if you want video recording or monitoring, it doesn't ask, maybe it doesn't understand these things? Or maybe it just doesn't care about our little tricks at all."

When talking about this, Batman also gave a cold snort.

"How did it operate?" Stark was curious.

"..."

The old bat was damned silent.

No!often!Can!suspect!