[Comprehensive British and American] Life winners are fake

It is actually very embarrassing to expose one's inner thoughts bit by bit, just like stripping off one's own protective clothing, letting others touch one's soft spot without any cover.

So did Joey at first.

He only said a few words, then paused, his hands that were clenched into fists on his knees were loosened and then clenched again, but from the beginning to the end, his black eyes were focused on the person in front of him.

He relieved the discomfort of trying to express his heart for the first time in his heart, and continued to speak.

"How much do I want to do," he said with persistence in his eyes, "I want to know what I can do—"

"What can I do so that I can no longer be your burden, but can bear it for you..."

"You were never a burden to me, little Joey."

At first, Tony was still flustered by Joey's expression, but when Joey obviously wanted to talk to him about his inner thoughts, Tony's expression became much more serious, and he listened quietly until then, until he Hearing that Joey made himself a burden, Tony interrupted his nephew.

He wanted to bend down, but he hissed because the wound was pulled. Joey was startled by him, and hurried up by himself, only to see Tony, who was covering his stomach with his head down, quickly raised his head and blinked at him , with a palpable smile in his brown eyes.

It's as if he just did it on purpose.

Although Joey was a little dumbfounded, the uncomfortable feeling was subdued by Tony's behavior. When he was about to sit back, his face was covered by outstretched hands.

The temperature transmitted from the palm through the skin is as warm as the smile on Tony's face at the moment.

"You have never been my burden."

Gently rubbing the white and smooth skin with his thumb, Tony stared at him deeply, his tone was low, he spoke slowly and clearly, as if to let the big black-haired boy in front of him hear them clearly , always in mind.

"You are the biggest motivation for me to keep going." Tony kissed him gently on the forehead.

"Even if you didn't do anything, as long as you are still here, as long as you are still alive, it is the best help for me."

"..." Joey was silent for a few seconds, then raised his hand to cover the back of Tony's hand, and raised the corners of his pursed lips, "You are always so kind, Uncle Tony."

Even if I was hurt, just because I was in a bad mood, I was willing to say these words to me to comfort me, it's just...

As a result, before Joey could finish thinking, he felt his forehead being lightly hit, interrupting his thoughts.

But it was Tony who just collided with Joey with his forehead. He didn't use any force, and after doing so, he lowered his head and pressed against Joey.

The two were very close, and even when Tony smiled lowly, the touch of his breath on the skin was so clear that Joey couldn't immerse himself in his thoughts at all.

"I'm not so good, my dear little Joy."

"Because I didn't realize how uncomfortable my little nephew has been."

Tony said with a long sigh in his heart. He felt that his bottom line and his persistence collapsed in front of an overly cute boy named Joey.

"No matter what you want to know, as long as you want to know, I will tell you."

I can never refuse your request, my dear baby.

This is a rare time for the uncle and nephew to confess their thoughts to each other at such a close distance, probably because of this, for the two of them who are also male, it is true...it is easy to be embarrassed.

At least when Joey left his uncle's room, he felt that his face must be completely red, and he even wanted to cover his face and find a place to bury himself... No, this is the sea, maybe he should jump into the sea to calm down his face on the temperature.

Shame.

Tony in the room lay down on the bed with his forehead straight, his eyes in a trance.

When he recalled the scene at that time now, he felt that he was totally different from his normal self. Although he was a playboy and never lacked in sweet words, he never said such words in front of others.

Although the two people inside and outside the door couldn't bear to look directly at themselves because of this incident, they coincidentally did not regret what they did or said at that time.

For Joey, he was indeed a little stimulated by Tony's injury at that time, but at that time he just felt that he should be honest once, that he should tell Tony his true thoughts, and he felt that Tony would definitely answer him seriously, no matter what To refuse to inform or to admit.

The fact is indeed the case. Iron Man Tony has no bottom line in front of his nephew. He is not at all like when he fell into the hands of the enemy. As soon as Joey's 'cannonball' was fired, Tony didn't even have the idea of ​​hiding, and ran over to catch it, for fear that it wouldn't fall into his arms.

"you do this delibrately."

A certain man lying on the bed said quietly.

No one in the room answered him, Tony twitched the corners of his mouth, sat up from the bed again, looked at the battle clothes in the corner, and snorted, "You let him see it on purpose."

"Sir, you didn't give me an order to prevent people from coming in." The AI ​​butler explained for himself calmly.

This reason is well-founded and cannot be disputed.

Finally Tony just rolled his eyes.

When Peter finally woke up and opened the door of his room just now, the search and rescue ship sent a signal to inform everyone that they had arrived.

Joey was leaning against the fence and watching the people who put on the clothes run back and forth to prepare to disembark, but someone patted his shoulder. He turned his head and found that it was Peter. Before he opened his mouth to say anything, he was touched by Peter. forehead, and then saw Peter withdraw his hand and put it on his forehead.

"What are you doing?" Joey raised an eyebrow.

"Your face is a little red," Peter put down his hand, he tilted his head and said, "I remember that you did this before my body temperature dropped on the island, and you told me that you usually use this method to feel whether the other party has Fever and cold, I thought you had a cold."

It’s okay not to mention, but when Joey felt that the temperature on his face was going to rise again, he wanted to look away guiltily, curled up his hands in his pockets, and happened to touch something cold, subconsciously Take it out and stick it on your face to let yourself cool down.

When Peter saw what Joey was holding, his eyes lit up, and he took out a stone from his pocket with a smile, and leaned forward to touch Joey's face with it, with a brisk tone, "I also take with it!"

Joey turned his eyes, and after seeing the stone in Peter's hand, he remembered his experience on the isolated island. After getting out of danger and receiving Uncle Tony's promise, all the hard work seems to be beautified by his memory now. It has become a rare experience.

The temperature on his face dropped naturally, and his cheeks were no longer flushed. Instead, he chatted with Peter about that time in a natural manner, with a relaxed smile on his face.

"Tsk."

Natasha, who saw this scene in her eyes, crossed her chest, sighed, turned her head to the man beside her with a smile and asked, "Is this called a token of love?"

Steve: "...don't talk nonsense, Natasha, they're friends."

Natasha: "A friend like you?"

Steve also knew about Peter when he was chatting with Joey before, so he naturally knew about the relationship between Joey and Peter, so he nodded without thinking, "Yeah."

"It's not certain," Natasha raised her eyebrows, she asked, "Does this boy have a girlfriend?"

Steve thought about it for a while, and said with uncertainty: "It seems not."

"Oh, no—" Natasha touched her chin, her voice was elongated and meaningful, but she didn't continue.

Steve couldn't help but glanced at her, hesitated for a few seconds, because he was a little concerned, he still asked, "What are you thinking?"

Natasha scoffed inwardly.

——Oh, friendship?

However, Natasha did not show anything unusual on the face. After Steve spoke, she said solemnly, "Joy likes boys, and he is still single now. Similarly, this boy is also single-Steve you Don't deny it, I'm just assuming it first-I think he has a good chance of knowing about Joey's sexual orientation, and since he is still Joey's friend, at least it proves that he is not homophobic."

"And they have experienced this kind of life hanging by a thread this time, which can at least deepen their relationship."

She analyzed in an orderly manner, "They all look pretty good, and they are about the same age. Even if they have different hobbies, at least there are things that match each other's preferences in terms of personality or other aspects, and they both have a relationship in that isolated island where they are dependent on each other. I think they are likely to have a good impression of the souvenirs they took away.”

Steve: "..."

He listened to Natasha's words with a frown, until the other party's voice just fell, he did not agree and said, "Natasha, you have to control yourself, and you can't always think of this aspect so easily because of your usual hobbies. "

Natasha: "...cap."

"what?"

Natasha smiled at him, though it seemed murderous.

"No wonder you've been single."

Steve: "...Huh?"

Captain America was at a loss. He was like a big dog with innocent eyes open. He didn't understand why he was suddenly attacked by Natasha.

"I think you can keep going, cap." Natasha said softly, blessing him with a smile, and then walked away from him without looking back.

The dislike was obvious.

Steve, who was standing there, was very puzzled. He glanced at Natasha's distant figure, thought for a while, and walked out of the corner.

Spider-Man Peter never lacks topics, he can always talk a lot in a short time with his fast and clear speech, but he knows that Joey will never bore himself because of this, so he is very relaxed , until he saw Joey's expression change slightly, his eyes shifted, and he looked behind him over his shoulder.

Peter also turned sideways and looked over.

It was still night at this time, except for the bright moonlight, it was only by the light on the boat to see the surrounding situation clearly, Peter saw the man who was walking towards them through the light.

It was very strange, at least Peter didn't know this person, but judging from Joey's performance just now, it was obvious that the other person was someone his little friend knew.

"Joe?" Peter turned his head and asked with dewy eyes, just as Steve stopped in front of them.

"Ah, um..." Joey seemed to have just recovered, he coughed, and hastily smiled, "This is my friend Peter," and then he looked at Steve, his eyes quickly staggered , and turned to Peter, "He is my neighbor, and also... and my friend, Steve."

"Hello, Peter."

"Hello."

The two greeted each other briefly, and Steve said, "I hope you don't mind me interrupting your communication."

"Of course not," Joey said, he smiled, and he no longer looked as uncomfortable as before, "What's the matter with you, Steve?"

Peter glanced at Steve, then at Joey, and felt something was wrong, so he didn't speak.

Steve opened his mouth, but got stuck for a moment. He found that he had no idea what to say, and just walked over subconsciously.

After holding back for a while, Steve finally talked about a topic, "How is your body?"

"I didn't suffer too much damage," Joey said. He turned his head and put his hand on Peter's shoulder before he said, "But Peter, he will have a good rest this time when he goes back."

Peter: "I think I'm almost fine."

After the topic ended, the atmosphere fell into silence for a moment.

Apart from what Peter was observing, Joey and Steve were trying to find something to talk about, but not long after, a ring rang, and it was Steve's phone.

Steve wanted to hang up, but after seeing the caller ID, he frowned and let go. After saying sorry to Joey and Peter, he stepped aside and picked up the call.

The phone call didn't last long, and it ended in less than a minute.

Steve was going to find Natasha immediately and return to S.H.I.E.L.D., because there was another urgent task, but when he was about to leave, he suddenly thought of something and turned around.

"Joe." He called the black-haired boy's name, and when the boy looked over, Steve gestured to the phone in his hand and smiled.

"Twitter and phone calls are fine."

"..."

Joey was stunned for a moment, he didn't quite understand what Steve meant, and said with some hesitation: "...you mean, contact?"

"Ah."

"..." Joey licked the corners of his dry lips, and he unconsciously clenched the cool stone in his hand, "...OK."

After waiting for his answer, Steve left in a hurry.

Joey stared at Steve's back, and he didn't look back until the other party disappeared from sight, but he was immediately taken aback by the face approaching in front of him.

"What are you doing, Peter?" Dumbfounded, he put his hand on Peter's face, trying to push him away.

Peter followed Joey's strength and tilted his head back without struggling, his mouth moved.

"Is it this person?"

Because Peter was talking with his lips against his palm, Joey felt a little itchy, so he immediately withdrew his hand and rubbed it, so he didn't listen carefully, and said casually, "What?"

"The person you like, is he?"

Joey heard clearly this time, and when he looked over, he met Peter's serious face.