[Comprehensive British and American] Life winners are fake

For Joey, this was a very unexpected meeting. When he saw the man standing on the deck turn around and stare straight at himself, he was even a little bit at a loss. How should I react.

But for Steve, this wasn't an accidental encounter.

He knew that Joey was resting in this room, so he stood here waiting for him.

At that time, when Joey and the others were rescued, Steve felt really happy that Joey was still alive, but after being happy, Steve found that his emotions were not only happy, but also mixed with complex emotions. The emotions are inside, which makes him not appear on the deck, but just stay in an unobtrusive corner, watching everything that happened on the deck from beginning to end.

He stood here very early on, leaning on the railing and looking at the vast sea, until he calmed down, until night fell, until he felt the sight behind him, and then turned around.

When he saw Joey, he took the lead and approached the black-haired boy. Joey just watched Steve walk up to him in silence, and then smiled at himself, that smile was the same as when we first met mild.

This smile made Joey's heartbeat stop for a beat. He couldn't help but look away, lowered his eyes slightly, and looked at his toes.

"good evening."

Steve's voice sounded in his ear, low and pleasant, and Joey pursed his lips, feeling that his throat was a bit dry, and held back for a few seconds before softly replying, "Good evening, Steve."

From Steve's point of view, he can only see the slightly trembling eyelashes of the black-haired boy, which are not long, but dense and neat, and the slightly raised arc is just right. After that reply, he pursed his lips again.

Joey didn't know that Steve was looking at him right and wrong, he just couldn't help thinking about it because of the sudden silence, his Adam's apple slid up and down a few times, hesitating whether to find something topic.

But he really didn't know what to say to Steve, and he was afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would ask him if you hated me already.

Joey covered his face in his heart. Just thinking about it, he could know how embarrassing it would be.

Steve, however, misunderstood his expression a little. He frowned slightly, seeing that Joey had kept his eyes downcast and not looking at him, thinking that his little friend really had resistance to him, So he took a step back, making the space between the two of them bigger.

Joey saw Steve's retreat from the corner of his eye, but he didn't let out the breath he was holding in his chest. Instead, he was even more blocked. He closed his eyes, and finally let himself raise his eyes and look at Steve.

Unexpectedly, those blue eyes kept looking at him, which made Joey freeze in place.

Steve laughed again, relieved, at least it meant that Joey was still willing to communicate with him.

"We haven't been in touch for a while," Steve said.

The originally stagnant atmosphere began to ease after these words came out. Joey controlled his desire to look away, looked at the expression on Steve's face, and finally confirmed that there was no disgust on the other side's face. Or alienation.

In the azure blue eyes that are as inclusive as the sky, there is a faint smile just like every time we met.

Joey twitched the corners of his lips, "Yeah." Especially when he encountered the time of the plane explosion this time, from being stranded on an isolated island to being found by his uncle, now he thinks about it, and now he has an illusion of being in the world.

"After knowing what happened to you, we were all worried about you."

"Thank you."

This was the first communication between the two people since that day. They leaned against the railing, staring far ahead, and the atmosphere was very peaceful.

Joey grabbed the railing and looked at the sparkling sea under the moonlight. He felt that even this was fine, and he told himself that at least it meant that Steve didn't hate himself because of his confession.

That's enough.

Joey: "I should go to Peter and the others."

Steve turned his head to look at him, "Okay."

He watched Joey let go of his hand, took a step back and was about to leave, his eyes flickered, and finally said a word, "...I remember that you haven't finished practicing your self-defense skills."

Joey suddenly looked up at Steve, his eyes were wide open, and his mind was in a mess. When Steve said this, it meant...

"We're still friends, right?"

"...Well!" Joey nodded, and he smiled, "Of course we are still friends."

Steve heaved a sigh of relief. He watched Joey turn and leave. He didn't let go of his hand holding the railing until he walked around the corner and his figure disappeared in front of him. Slightly concave down.

No one knew that Steve was actually a little nervous at that time, especially when Joey was silent for a few seconds, which made him even more nervous. Until Joey gave a positive reply, Steve tensed up. The nervous nerves were finally relieved.

Obviously, before the talk, Steve had already thought about what he wanted to say, and he even drafted it in his heart with a rigorous attitude. If it wasn't for the fear of missing the opportunity for Joey to come out, maybe Steve would really reply to him. The room found paper and pens, but all the preparations were useless after staying with Joey. At that time, Steve found that the words he had thought were like peanut butter eaten by eagle eyes. I searched all over and couldn't find anything, my mind went blank.

On the surface, the righteous and prudent Captain America is very calm, but in fact he is racking his brains desperately to find all the topics that can be used to ease their atmosphere.

Hawkeye and the others always complain that Steve's personality and daily life are just like his age, he is completely a staid nagging old man, but at this time Steve realizes that he is not capable of nagging under all circumstances Yeah, like just now, he had absolutely no idea what to say to make sure their relationship was indeed restored.

It wasn't until Joey was about to leave that Steve managed to hold back such a sentence, without even a bit of concealment, and asked the question directly.

When blurting out, Steve was a little annoyed.

Fortunately, it turned out to be good.

"How are you talking?" Natasha came out from the other side.

"Fine," Steve answered her, with a smile on his face and a lighter tone, "I don't think that will ever happen between us again."

"Oh?" Natasha raised her eyebrows, she always felt that things were not going well, "The relationship between you is—"

"He told me we're still friends."

Natasha: "... friend?" When saying this word, the ending sound even raised a little.

Steve: "Yeah."

Natasha: "Emmm, OK." She felt like she didn't want to say anything.

Oh, maybe this is friendship.

……

Joey found Peter's room after asking a few people. He knocked on the door and no one responded. He guessed that Peter was still sleeping, so he didn't continue to knock on the door to disturb Peter in the room. Instead, he found someone to ask Uncle Tony. Where, and then found the past.

When he was about to walk, he saw the waiter carrying something into his uncle's room, and when he was only a few steps away from the door of the room, the waiter came out again, just in time to see Joey, so he smiled politely at him and wiped his uncle's hand. Passing by, Joey walked to the door, and when he raised his hand to knock on the door, he found that the door was not closed tightly, and there was a gap.

Originally, Joey intended to keep knocking on the door to remind the people inside, but before his knuckles could be snapped, he heard a hiss from the crack in the door.

"Sir, you need to be treated as soon as possible. Your wound is severely dehiscated and needs to be stitched again."

Wound?Stitch?

These few words made Joey hold his breath subconsciously. He knew that this kind of behavior was not good, but he still stood at the door and listened.

"I see."

In the room, after the waiter put down the dinner and went out, Tony lifted up his clothes again. He frowned tightly, looking at the open wound on his abdomen, and then bit the corner of his clothes with his teeth, so that his hands could Free it up, and then take the gauze and medicine on the side to deal with it simply for yourself.

There were no painkillers available during this process, so after the treatment, Tony's forehead was already sweating, and his face was a little pale, but he didn't groan.

For him, although such a wound is serious, it is still within the range he can bear.

However, the wound on the abdomen can be treated, but the wound on the back can't. Tony let himself lie on the bed, stretched out his hand and hooked his fingers at the steel suit standing in the corner, obviously his face was not very good, but he still had a smile on his face.

"Help me with this, J."

The originally dark eyes of the battle suit lit up, obviously being re-controlled, but the AI ​​steward did not immediately control the suit to come to Tony's bedside, but reminded: "You should ask other people to help you, battle suit No matter how flexible it is, it will touch your wound when dressing the wound and bring you pain."

"I can't do that."

Tony, who was lying on the bed, pressed the pillow, and when he heard this sentence, he immediately denied it.

His tone sounded casual, "I'm not used to exposing my weaknesses to others."

"I don't think that's the only reason, sir."

"Okay, okay," Tony curled his lips, because he was the only one in the room, he became a lot more casual, and it was easy to say some things that were pressed in his heart, "I admit, I'm more worried that this matter will go away from time to time." It was exposed in other people's mouths, and it was finally found out by Little Joey."

"Hiding it up is not a good idea, sir, maybe little Joey would like to know more about it. This is the result of my calculations." The AI ​​butler said seriously.

Tony rolled his eyes angrily, didn't take it seriously at all, and just urged, "You're so talkative, J, hurry up and bandage me up."

This feeling of exposing the wound to the air can easily make people feel uneasy, at least for Tony, especially when the conversation between the butler and him is a topic that he wants to avoid, it is even more urgent want to end.

The sound of the steel suit walking was obvious, and thus covered a deliberately light footstep. Tony didn't notice it. When he felt the bedside sink, he only thought it was the AI ​​butler controlling the suit.

The wound on the back was obviously a penetrating wound, as if something had penetrated directly from the abdomen, breaking through the back, and the wound was stitched up with special medical thread. It should have been scarred, but at this moment it could be seen With the situation of being pulled apart, the wound that was close to healing was injured again, which seemed a little scary.

But the person looking at the wound was not frightened, but stretched out his hand. His fingers trembled and hesitantly fell to his back at a very slow speed, careful not to touch the wound.

Tony was taken aback by the icy temperature that obviously didn't belong to metal. He originally thought that some inexplicable person broke in, but when he turned around with his body supported, he saw that it was his dear little nephew.

My dear little nephew was sitting by the bed, looking at him with red eyes.

Tony blurted out: "...I can explain."

"...Let's deal with the wound first."

During the process of the wound being treated, Tony felt as if a nail had been placed on the originally soft bed, which made him flustered, especially when Joey didn't say a word during this time, Tony My heart was even more flustered.

Things that you want to keep secret are suddenly exposed to those who want to hide them, what should you do, urgent, wait online!

That was the only thought on Tony's mind at the moment.

"All right."

Say the word in a slightly nasal voice.

Tony felt a sigh of relief, but then brought it up again, because this ordeal is over, and there will be a bigger one to come!

He watched his little nephew silently put away the gauze and medicine, his mind was spinning rapidly, thinking about what to say, until Joey pulled the chair next to the bed and sat down, his eyes were red. Looking at him, Tony's heart beat!

coming.

"I……"

"This wound opened again because of me, right?" Joey said.

"Do not……"

"When I was still in Country Y, I called you that night, and you were hurt, right?"

"actually……"

"You keep it from me because you don't want me to feel guilty about it, don't you?"

"No……"

"I'm having a hard time," Joey said.

He hung his head, put his hands on his knees, gradually clenched into fists, and spoke in a low voice.

Tony never saw Joey like this, he just felt like his heart was being pulled, and he reached out to touch the soft black hair, wanting to comfort him, I would do this, it was always because I wanted to.

"You..." He opened his mouth and wanted to say something in a low voice, but Joey interrupted him again.

He raised his head, the redness at the corners of his eyes became more and more obvious, just as he said, this incident made him very sad, but he did not shed tears.

He didn't want to look so weak, because if he cried out, he was really getting further and further away from his own ideas.

What he wanted was not Uncle Tony's pity, but to be someone his uncle would trust.

He wanted his uncle to feel that he could be trusted.

"What makes me feel uncomfortable is not that you are hiding it from me, Uncle."

His chest was obviously heaving with emotion, and he looked at the person in front of him seriously.

"What makes me sad is that I can't help you."

"You're Iron Man, you're invincible against them."

"But you are the one I know, the Tony Stark who can laugh, get angry, and get hurt."