[Comprehensive] Daily life of superheroes

It was already dawn when I returned to my residence in Brooklyn.

The morning in this remote residential area is quiet and gloomy. Last night's snow piled up a thick layer on the road, and painted the black floor tiles into a cold white.

Ke Ke's face was slightly tired, and she took off her glasses with one hand and rubbed the bridge of her nose.

Tony Stark, the ragdoll cat, is draped in her other arm, sound asleep in the thermal iron.

In fact, her hand is very sore, because he is very heavy.

After running around all day and night, her belly was empty, especially when she thought that there was still a mouth waiting to be fed at home, she felt a little stressed.

After all, I have read many books in the past, but none of them taught me how to take a shortcut in life.

Ke Ke put her glasses back on, and walked up the stairs on her snow-wet leather boots.

There is no elevator.I hate sitting in a Muggle iron box, a bunch of people are crowded together, going up and down, without a sense of security.The stairs were still made of wood, and she liked the creak when she walked up them.What's more, the rent of a house with only stairs is relatively cheap.

Live on the third floor to the left.

Before taking the key to open the door, Ke Ke put her ears on the door to listen to the movement, but there was no sound at home.

She was a little bit suspicious, fearing that the one inside would be caught by revealing her identity, so she quickly unscrewed the lock.

The chain of the anti-theft lock clattered against the edge of the door, making a harsh sound.

Going in is the living room.

The layout is small, with a shoe cabinet next to the door, a low table and a sofa facing the TV in the center, and a few books and two cat bowls scattered on the floor covered with long woolen blankets.

only these.

"Steve?" Coco called cautiously.

The puppet cat's ears moved.

No one responded.

"Steve!"

Ke Ke was really in a hurry, and hurried into the room, with Iron Man's tail in her arms flicking and flicking with her movements.

Fortunately, when the door was closed, I accidentally caught a glimpse of something weird on the door panel.

The boulder hanging in her heart fell so fast that she felt powerless for a while.

There is a cat hanging behind the door.

A silver tabby American shorthair cat with glossy skin, plastered into a thick wallpaper, motionless.

His body undulated slightly, his breathing was even, and he clearly fell asleep in this weird and difficult position.

Worthy of being Captain America.

Steve Rogers is probably the most positive-minded superhero ever to become a cat.

A while ago, she brought her home until now, and she has not given up on exercising for a day, even if she is a cat, she must be a strong cat.

He asked Coco to add a bar behind the door, where he did pull-ups every day.

It was only because of poor spirits today that I was captured by sleep.

Coco kicks off her boots and puts Tony on the sofa for slippers.

Tony opened his eyes slightly to look at her, and then looked around, knowing that he was at her home, so he continued to rest.

She went over to touch Mei Short's back: "Steve?"

Mei Short was shocked by the touch, and immediately woke up, but forgot that she was holding the bar, only felt that her arm was sore, her claws slipped, and the whole body fell into her arms.

The lake-green eyes seemed to fall into a dream, startling a large number of fireflies.

"I'm sorry." Steve apologized hurriedly, his mind was confused, and he hesitated for a moment before trying to figure out the beginning. "I'm a little sleepy today."

"No need to apologize." Ke Ke put him on the sofa, "here."

"Stark." Seeing the white ball, Meishou's green pupils opened wider and wider, circling around the sleeping puppet cat, "It's really him, so cowardly."

He was actually very happy.

The superheroes who are lost everywhere are either imprisoned or down, and most of them are the key monitoring objects of cats. It is better to see you safe and sound than anything else.

So looking at such a Steve, she will feel that what she does is worthwhile.

Coco sneaked into the kitchen to make breakfast for the two of them.

The timing was right, the freezing spell had expired, and the chicken was just thawing.

When she went out with the steamed chicken breast, she found that Tony was awake, and two cats were fighting silently in the living room.

It seems that the battle is fierce, the puppet is crushed by Meishou and bites its neck and cannot move.

Super fierce.

Ke Ke pretended not to see it, pulled the slippers and put the bowl on the small table in front of the TV, and said, "Eat."

In that room, Steve was distracted by her coming out, his mouth was slack and he was about to answer, but his eyes blurred, he was flipped away by Tony's hula, and received three cat punches on his chest.

"Hey!" The captain wanted to press him again, "Are you serious?"

The puppet cat nimbly dodged and ran to Ke Ke: "Who is serious with you." Immediately occupied the cat bowl that seemed to have a lot of meat.

As for the unknown conversation before the fight, they were tacit to each other without mentioning a word.

While the two cats were eating, Ke Ke took the clothes and went to the bathroom to take a bath.

The hot water washes away most of the fatigue, and after eating hastily, I return to the bedroom refreshed.

Tony and Steve were placed in another small room.

She opened the desk drawer and took out a large, thick black notebook.

The initial page of the large hard-bound notebook has a simplified version of the table of contents, the first half is covered with newspaper clippings and photos, and the blank corners are neatly filled with notes.

Coco turned to a new side, dipped the quill in some ink, and began to write today's diary.

She is not a chatterbox, and only records the main events in a few sentences.

"Uptown Manhattan, Tony Stark√."

After much deliberation, there was nothing to add. She put down the quill pen before it was warmed up. According to her usual habit, she turned back to the first page and read the biographical information of the person she had collected from the beginning.

In the photo attached to the newspaper clipping, the middle-aged man in black frowned deeply, turning his face away as if impatient to face the camera.

She watched intently, unaware of a short shadow slipping into the open door behind her.

A woman's bedroom is not feminine at all.

Tony wrinkled his nose in disgust.

He paced back and forth in the room for a while, walked around to Ke Ke's bed, and suddenly jumped up, Da Bai Tuan was unexpectedly light as a swallow, and easily fell into the quilt.

Ke Ke noticed something, turned around and saw that Iron Man was being rolled on his face, he couldn't help feeling a little headache, and went to tease him: "You can't sleep with me."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he got close, he was as cunning as a loach, quickly turning over and flying out from under her arms.Ben was about to fly to the desk, but after all he underestimated his own weight and would have reached the edge of the desk. If the cat's paws hadn't caught it in time and hung it in the air, it would have fallen.

She began to wonder if he had ADHD.

Tabby Meishorn ran in after hearing the sound.

Steve knew who was playing the demon when he saw the chaotic scene inside: "I told him not to come in."

"These photos can move." Tony climbed up to the table on his own, and was surprised when he saw the moving photos in Coco's notebook. The cat's paw wanted to touch them, "You have paper gifs."

The dishonest hands were quickly caught.

Coco thought to himself, superheroes are just Muggles after all.

"For us wizards or witches, it's normal for the photos to move."

"Is he the next person you're looking for?" Tony narrowed his eyes, "I don't know him."

Ke Ke didn't expect him to ask this question, and his brows relaxed slightly, which didn't stop him from continuing to stare at the photo.

"He is my idol." She suddenly felt a little depressed, "He has passed away."

Steve walked forward silently.

The meat pad is stepping on something, and looking down, it is a small card.

He pulled the corner of her skirt: "your things."

Ke Ke leaned over to pick up the card, and said "ah", her depression was diffused a lot: "I almost lost it!"

Save him the comfort.

"And what is that?"

"Chocolate Frog Commemorative Edition." She smoothed the card lovingly and clipped it back to the cover of the notebook. "I bought a lot before I got one with that person's photo, but I only collected one."

So very precious.

"Who is he?" Steve asked curiously.

"Former Headmaster of Hogwarts and Head of Slytherin House."

"Master of Potions, Half-Blood Prince."

At the end of Ke Ke's speech, the flying spirit in the gray pupil seemed to change irresistibly, trying to break through the lenses of the big round glasses.

It's an honor to pronounce the name.

"Severus Snape."