[Comprehensive British and American] Plague Meow

Stark lay down on the operating table, looked at the warm yellow light above, and began to think about life.

"What about the shadowless lamp?"

"Meow." I don't need it.

Natch had his full attention on the operating table, clutching the strap between its tiny fangs, trying to tie it around Stark's wrist.

Stark: ...

"is it necessary?"

"Meow!" Yes.

Stark couldn't help asking a series of questions: "You think I will run away? So what are you going to do to me? So that it will make me want to run away?"

"..." There are a lot of questions.

Naqi licked the tip of his nose and jumped onto the operating table. Starting from his toes, he stepped on Stark's pure white socks. When Stark moved his thumb doubtfully, he started to move up and stepped on Knees, continue to go up.

When the soft pad was pressed against his lower abdomen through the shirt, Stark didn't want to talk anymore.

"You have this charm, right?" Stark rolled his eyes as if giving up, and moved his body, "You are so confident."

While talking, he began to put belt buckles on his limbs and waist. The final buckle only needs to be pressed down, which can be done independently with the cat's claws of the little black cat.

The belt is the kind with built-in safety protection, with a built-in layer of velvet, no matter how violent the struggle is, it will not hurt the skin.

weird feeling.

At this time Natch came to his chest, and his front paws pressed against the reactor.

Stark almost choked.

"Take it easy, honey, this is not the place to sharpen your claws."

This is crazy.

Stark thought in a trance.

When he lowered his head, Stark met Naqi's pair of golden pupils. The light here is relatively dark, and its pupils are slightly dilated, turning into a rounded spherical shape.

"how……?"

As soon as a syllable came out of his mouth, an attraction grabbed Stark's nerves.

Very gentle pull.

Stark was in a trance for a moment, and before he was alerted, he was pulled into a black pure dream.

"Meow."

Good night, humans.

Stark fell into a deep sleep, but he still felt something. It wasn't the kind of physical intuitive feeling, but light and slowly rising like a balloon. He saw Naqi squatting on his chest, lowering his head and sticking out the tip of his pink tongue, licking licked paws.

This……

Tried to speak, but couldn't make any syllables.

Tony Iron Man Stark, who thought he had seen big wind and waves, took half a second to calm down.

So this is out of body?

He seemed to be in a state of a little drunk, daring, not only not afraid, but observed with interest, watching Naqi raised his head, and shook back the hood of his cloak, revealing the black crow's mouth mask underneath.

On weekdays, only a mask with a crow's mouth protruding out finally revealed its true colors. The mask that looks like rubber leather is actually very hard to cover its head, leaving only a little gap for the two ears. It symbolizes the eyes, and the slightly drooping crow's mouth half-covers above Naqi's right eye.

At this time, the entire mask is still uncovered.

Soon, Naqi lowered his head, shook his body left and right, and put the mask on.

At the same time, the temperature of the surrounding air began to drop.

Under this circumstance, Stark's temperature sense seems to be more sensitive, and very slight changes in temperature will also stimulate his sensitive nerves. In fact, it probably dropped by about 1 to 2 degrees.

The light also dimmed.

Stark was slow to realize that the only light in the room was just to comfort him as a patient. For Naqi, the light was not needed.

In a dark world, a small lamp becomes the only light.

With the only light source, Stark finally understood how the little black cat was operated.

In fact, he wasn't sure if that counted as Natch performing the surgery himself.

11:59:59.

The little black cat closed its eyes and lowered its head. At this time, a thick black fog began to overflow from the end of the cloak, and the dark crow-billed humanoid long-clawed creature vaguely wrapped in it, which was cold and strange, making people tremble. , Just by unconsciously glancing at it, an invisible force will instantly drag people into the ice cave.

The strange thing is that it's not actually a scary thing.

Just like Stark felt.

Not fear.

It's something else that's more intriguing.

"Oh, you're awake." The voice was low and hoarse, as if he was questioning, or talking to himself.The voice was loud: "It doesn't matter, you just stay there and watch."

Stark froze for a moment before realizing that it was Natch talking.

"Little one?" Stark whispered.

He realized he could make a sound.

No, this is different from a simple dialogue, but another kind of communication on a spiritual level, which is closer to sensory contact or the collision of sonar systems.

It is more honest and unpredictable than ordinary contact.

A faint low laugh.

"No, you're not ready for this," whispered the humanoid in the black mist.

What are you ready for?

What the hell is Natch going to do?

Before Stark could express his doubts, the strange sense of connection disappeared. It seemed that Naqi had unilaterally blocked him, making him make a sound, but nothing could receive it.

At that moment Stark felt a strong loneliness.

But soon he couldn't care less about the hypocrisy of the feeling.

The humanoid creature whose entire head was covered by a crow's mouth mask spread out its hands, and its slender claws rubbed against each other. There was no sound, but the harsh sound of metal rubbing against each other could be felt.

Oh My God.

That long needle-like thing is at least as long as a small arm!

It just cut into his body along the gap between the ribs.

It slides, cuts.

No blood or anything else that would be detrimental to a child's physical or mental health.

This is an operation performed in another dimension entirely.

Fragments that are barely visible to the naked eye are singled out before it's the turn of the blue reactor.

Naqi didn't know if it was a long needle or the part with long nails and scraped lightly around the edge, and then picked it up lightly, and the whole reactor popped out, and rolled pitifully onto the tray prepared beside him, which had already fallen into him. The receiver in the flesh followed suit.

They were impossibly clean, not a drop of blood on them.

After completing these tasks, the long needles did not leave in a hurry, but danced delicately and slightly.

Stark lowered his head and found that the hole in his chest was being slowly filled up. The hole in the visible bone was very scary. Inflammation and other problems had troubled him for a long time. The hole had lost its color and looked pale instead, but soon, the new Layers of flesh cover it, and then the skin wraps around it.

After only a few seconds, the cavity completely disappeared, leaving only the white skin like a newborn.

This is awesome.

Stark's genius brain was dulled for a moment.

……

No, wait!This is not right.

Stark stared at that piece of skin, that skin that didn't match his healthy complexion at all, that white and tender skin that seemed to be broken by blowing bullets.

What made him even more "horrified" was that the guy didn't intend to stop, and the slender needle continued to wave on his body.

His scars and other minor ailments have been repaired.

Stark looked at the "white spots" all over his body and felt hopeless.

day!

the cat!

Stark suffocated.

He didn't even notice that the surroundings gradually began to brighten, returning to the normal lighting level, and the slightly lower temperature also returned to the normal standard room temperature, under the control of the central air conditioner to ensure the most comfortable human body.

A force gently pulled Stark's spirit.

"Come on, I'll take you back."

Said the vaguely humanoid creature in the black mist.

Then Stark felt himself sinking.

A complete sense of security like the fetus in the mother's womb.

"Meow."

With a soft meow, Stark opened his eyes.

He subconsciously glanced sideways at the time, it was exactly 0 o'clock.

Naqi was lying on his chest and licking his paws earnestly, and the black mist and the humanoid creature with a crow's mouth mask seemed to be just a strange dream he had just had.

Stark stood up immediately.

Caught off guard, Naqi was overturned by him, and thanks to the cat's excellent skill, he didn't roll to the ground. After landing firmly, Naqi raised his head and let out a puzzled "meow".

Stark's attention was on his chest.

OK……

This tender newborn skin was not a dream of his.

"Look at what you did!" Stark pointed to the super obvious white and tender circular mark on his chest, "Why is it such a color?"

"Meow?" Why not?

It seemed that Natch didn't understand Stark's frantic performance.

Is it possible to do a whole body whitening...?

Naqi thought very seriously.

Stark shuddered suddenly.

"No, stop! Don't give me those messy thoughts," Stark grabbed the little black cat out of survival instinct, thought for a while, and hugged it in his arms, "You really You bastard cat! You don't understand the charm of men at all."

Naqi tilted his head slightly, as if he didn't understand why he should know that.

Stark suddenly lost his temper.

"Forget it, you're just a 'little kitten', why am I telling you this?" He muttered, touching his chest, "I'm really not used to it. Make a chest protector, and then store the nanotechnology in the Here, how about it? After all, most of the immediate Achilles’ heels of people are here.”

In a blink of an eye, Stark was thinking about other things again.

The little black cat obviously doesn't care much about these things, it just let out a lazy "meow" and responded very well.

"

As long as you feel good too. Stark smiled, "Oh my god, this feels really good, I should reward you with two dried fish, right?" "

As he said that, Stark, who was actually in a good mood, carried it back to the living room, and unexpectedly found that there were quite a lot of "staying" guests tonight.Fury, Captain America, Black Widow, and Hawkeye are all there.

"Sure enough, I'm a heartthrob."

Before everyone spoke, Stark calmly poured himself a glass of beer-colored ginger ale.

As a result, the greetings that were just about to be spoken were stuck in their throats. Everyone's expressions changed from implied worry to relaxed to "convex" quickly. For a while, they didn't know what expression to use to face this lively Stark.

"Anyway, congratulations."

Captain America said.

Stark cracked a smile.

"Congratulations."