[Comprehensive British and American] Life winners are fake

The warm atmosphere in the car is slowly flowing.

When Tony said this, because he thought of the scene of Steve and Joey together, his eyebrows could not help but frown, and his expression was a little subtle, but his tone could indeed hear the sincerity inside.

"uncle."

Joey couldn't help laughing, he called Tony, and when Tony frowned and looked at him, he suddenly leaned forward and hugged Tony who was sitting in the driver's seat.

This was a bit too sudden for Tony, and he opened his hands at a loss, not knowing where to put them for a moment.

After a while, he pursed his lips tightly, with a tense face, and slowly dropped his hand on the back of the person in his arms, patted it, cleared his throat, and coughed, "Are you acting like a spoiled child to me? Little Joey?"

Joey rested his chin on his uncle's shoulder, looked at the snowflakes flying outside through the somewhat blurred car window, the corners of his lips curled up, and he tightened his hold on Tony's hand, and then let it go quickly.

As a result, when he leaned his upper body back to the co-pilot seat, he found Tony's hands stopped in mid-air, and he tilted his head, "Uncle?"

Tony put his hand down calmly, pretending to be nonchalant, and just now he planned to pat Joey on the shoulder again, but the embarrassing thing that ended the short hug before leaving his nephew didn't happen.

The car started again, and for about two or three minutes, Tony, who was trying to keep calm, finally couldn't help but said, "Just now..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Joey understood it, knowing that Tony was talking about the hug.

He smiled and said, "I just think that uncle is really kind."

That's why I can't help but want to hug this relative who is very reliable most of the time, but occasionally a little arrogant.

……

Although there was a lot of excitement on the Internet because of Joey's confession video.

However, this is not the same as the last incident.

Homosexuality in country M is nothing to make a fuss about, it's just a confession. If it weren't for Joey being Iron Man's nephew, no one would pay attention to this kind of thing at all.Netizens teased the blond man for a while after finding out that the identity of the blond man was ordinary, but because more interesting things attracted attention, the popularity only lasted for less than a day before it began to decline.

This is good news for Joey, at least he doesn't have to face the reporters' stalking and interception. As for the paparazzi...he is actually a little used to it, anyway, it is impossible for them to photograph anything special, let alone what they imagined. The kind of world-renowned photos.

The day before Thanksgiving, Joey received a party invitation from his classmates. He glanced at it and probably understood the reason for the party.Although the school will be closed for Thanksgiving, the one-week holiday is too short for international students, so they often do not return to their home countries, and local students will specially hold parties and invite them to come and play.

After thinking about it, there was nothing to do anyway, so Joey replied a text message saying that he would go there at that time. He would probably stay for a morning, and then he would go home in the afternoon to prepare Thanksgiving food with Joe's mother.

The time soon came to Thanksgiving, and by the time he felt the meeting place, the atmosphere was already very lively.

He walked through the crowd, looked around, and walked to the table with food. Considering that he was not very hungry, he just grabbed a drink.

The colorful lights on the ceiling were flickering, and there were chattering and laughing voices everywhere. Joey occasionally exchanged a few words with familiar classmates, but he stayed for a long time, because the room was too hot, so he went to the corner and took off the The scarf was hanging on the hanger, and before he could turn around, he was patted on the shoulder.

"Peter?"

This familiar way of greeting made him call out the name, but when he turned around, he saw the smiling Peter, who also held a glass of drink in his hand, but there was still snow on his head. , Joey guessed that he should have just arrived not long ago.

The two of them walked to the window and leaned against the wall. Peter said with a smile, "I saw you as soon as I came in."

"Then your eyes are really good." Joey squinted at him. You must know that he was standing in the corner just now, and he could see all of this, unless Peter has clairvoyant eyes, so even though he said so, But the tone is very perfunctory.

"Hey, don't you believe it?"

"No, of course I believe it. After all, you are Spider-Man, aren't you?" Joey's lips curled up. He lowered his voice and said with a smile, "You are always different from us."

On the contrary, Peter was a little embarrassed by what he said. He coughed a few times and denied, "Actually... Actually, it's not like what you said. Except for my strange ability, I am similar to everyone else."

Joey was amused by him, he lightly bumped Peter with his shoulder, his eyes curled up, and he said briskly, "Hey, is our superhero shy?"

Peter took a sip of the drink to let the heat on his face subside a little, and then he said, "It's not shy." He thought for a while, and his tone was a little more serious, "Actually, I'm a little bit shy compared to those seniors. Insufficient, not to mention Mr. Stark, he has no superpowers, and he has become a particularly powerful superhero just by relying on his own brain."

"It seems that you really admire him, Peter." Joey smiled, his body relaxed, and he said very naturally, "Actually, I am like you, I also like and admire him very much."

Peter couldn't help turning his head slightly, and secretly looked at Joey.

There was a warm smile in the eyes of the black-haired boy, "He always... always has a lot of burdens, although sometimes he is a little naive, and although his relatives worry about his safety, but——"

He said softly: "He is worthy of everyone."

The lively atmosphere around him seemed to be cut off. Peter saw only the faint smile on this person's face. He looked at it and laughed along with him, and the thoughts he held in his heart faded away.

Anyone who frequently surfs the Internet or likes entertainment news probably knows that Joey likes men, and he even confessed to a man.Peter actually knew about this earlier than everyone else. After all, he had tried to make Joey happy at that time, but it was purely from the standpoint of a friend.

Now that he also likes Joey, when he saw that video, to be honest, Peter felt a little complicated.

When he came to the party and saw Joey, he really wanted to ask him if he really didn't like this person anymore.

But now, Peter suddenly felt that there was actually no need to ask this question. Could it be that he would retreat because of this? No, Peter knew very well that he would not.

He clenched his fist in his heart. Anyway, as long as Joey is still single, it means that he still has a chance.

"Are you hungry?"

"Ah, what?"

Peter, who was suddenly interrupted and didn't hear clearly at all, looked blank.

"I mean, do you want something to eat?" Joey asked patiently again.

Peter thought for a while, "Well, I'm actually not too hungry."

"Okay," Joey shrugged, and he handed the drink in his hand to Peter, "Help me get it, I'll go to the dining table to get some food."

Peter took it immediately. He stood still, holding two glasses of drinks in his hand, and kept looking at Joey until he squeezed into the crowd and his back disappeared from sight. Then he looked away.

He adjusted his standing posture, took a look at the drink in his hand, and found that Joey and he both chose orange juice. Just as he smiled because of this coincidence, he heard a sentence in his ear:

"...that's disgusting."

This sentence was incomplete. If it wasn't because his hearing was beyond ordinary people, he might not even be able to hear these few words, but the smile on Peter's face stopped. Look in the direction.

There were several people between the owner of that voice and Peter. Through the faint gaps in the crowd, Peter could only see a male.

When he began to concentrate and listen consciously, he captured everything the other party said.

The brown-haired boy in long sleeves was standing with his friends, his cheeks were pitted, obviously the kind of acne marks common in adolescence, which made his original ugly appearance even more ordinary, As he spoke, there was a contemptuous smile on his face.

"That's right, he's really a sensationalist, this disgusting sexual orientation, to be honest, if he doesn't have that rich uncle to back him up, I absolutely want him to know that people like him should prostrate under us underfoot."

When he said this, he paid great attention to it. From time to time, he would look at the surrounding environment, and lowered his voice, because they deliberately stood in the corner, and the people around him were talking to people they knew well, so naturally they didn't pay attention to here.

Because of this, this person became more and more at ease.

"It's just the scum of society. I really can't imagine how such a dead homosexual would have the nerve to appear in school." When he said this, there was an expression of disgust on his face, "If I were him—"

"Then I'll just take a gun and kill myself."

His companion laughed at his words, and the brown-haired boy laughed too, laughing, and his shoulders suddenly sank.

He turned around impatiently and found that it was someone he knew, Peter Parker, this guy who was good friends with Joey, and of course Peter didn't know him.

Peter's expression was serious, and he said, "You should apologize."

"What?" The boy raised his eyebrows.

"You should apologize for what you said," Peter said lightly, "I heard everything."

The boy was a little guilty and flustered at first, but when he noticed Peter's stature and saw Peter's not-so-high figure, he felt relieved. This guy was half a head shorter than him, not to mention that he still had him friends around.

He approached Peter and said viciously, "If you don't want to be beaten, you should know what to do." He even clenched his fists, making a threat, and the friends behind him also came up and surrounded him Peter.

"So you're not going to apologize?" Peter stared at him closely, with no expression of fear on his face beyond the boy's expectations.

The boy sneered, and said disdainfully, "Why should I give disgusting—"

Before he could finish his words, his eyes flickered, followed by severe pain in his abdomen, which made him cry out in pain!

Joey held a plate in his hand, which contained some snacks. Although Peter said before that he was not hungry, Joey still took food that suited the tastes of the two of them. After drinking two unfinished drinks, Peter was not here.

He was a little puzzled, and was thinking about where Peter had gone, when he heard the exclamation of the people around him. They seemed to have seen something, and subconsciously took a few steps back. Stepping back to the window, away from the crowd, he heard someone call Peter.

Joey's body, which was leaning against the wall, immediately stood still. Without thinking, he stretched out his hand and pulled the person in front of him away. While saying sorry, he squeezed in. As for the plate he took earlier, he had already put it on the windowsill.

When he got to the front, he happened to see Peter avoid a man's fist, then throw him over his shoulder and hit the ground.

Around him, there were several groaning boys with painful expressions, all of them clutching their stomachs.

Joey: "...what happened?"

Peter immediately turned his head and met Joey's slightly frowning brows. Subconsciously, Peter shrugged and said lightly, "I just heard them say some bad things, and then they wanted to beat me up, so I had to fight back gone."

He didn't want Joey to know what these people had said, so he deliberately vagued it.

Joey was indeed as he had hoped, thinking that Peter had had a conflict with these people. Just as he was about to say something, a brown-haired boy lying on the ground twisted his expression and uttered a sentence with difficulty:

"You...you are just a poor bastard who clings to someone's thigh, Parker..."

Peter was not as angry as the man thought, but stepped over the group of people on the ground, trying to pull Joey away, but Joey came over instead.

He squatted down, smiled and said to this person, "You say it again?"

The brown-haired boy glanced at Peter at the side, then looked at Joey, and said, "Isn't he doing this because you have a rich uncle? He's just a follower. I'm afraid he is just like you. It's a sissy who likes men, why don't you change your personality—"

Joey frowned slightly, understanding something.

He stretched out his hand, grabbed the man's collar, and stood up slowly. Under the exclamation of everyone, he actually picked up the boy just like that. He smiled at the man and looked at him without hesitation. He punched him in the face, then threw him over the shoulder just like Peter had just done.

Afterwards, he clapped his hands, looked down at the boy, and said coldly, "If you think your mouth is too dirty and needs to be cleaned, you can continue talking, I don't mind seeing your mouth again in the future Time, let you understand what is polite."

After finishing speaking, he looked around at the boy's friends, his eyes were so sharp that people couldn't look directly at them. After they met his gaze, they couldn't even look directly at them, so they immediately looked away.

The students who hosted the party apologized to Joey and Peter. No one who knew what happened would think that it was Joey and Peter who were at fault.

"I also have to say sorry to you, after all, we almost messed up this party." Joey said.

"No, no, in fact, I think it's good to know their true colors because of this," said the classmate. "Actually, you don't need to leave. Everyone knows that you are not wrong. Those people have been kicked out. I will I will never invite this person to any gathering with my friends again."

Joey still rejected the other party's kindness.

He walked down the street with Peter, his feet creaking on the snow.

"sorry."

Joey raised his head suddenly, and said in surprise, "Why do you say that?"

Peter pursed his lips, "If I hadn't made the first move, I wouldn't have—"

"Do you feel regretful?"

Peter shook his head immediately, raised his hand and scratched his cheek, and muttered, "I don't regret hitting that face hard at all, I just feel..." He glanced at Joey quickly, "I just feel that if Do it again, and I'll call him out on the lawn and beat him up so it won't interfere with your participation in this party."

"Good idea," Joey smiled. He gave Peter a thumbs up and winked. "I'm like you, and I don't regret punching him."

The two looked at each other, then laughed in unison.

"Peter—" Joey called him, his brows and eyes curved, and he smiled lightly, "Thank you."

Peter's ears were visibly red.

"No, you're welcome." He stammered.

I like you, so how can I hear someone slandering you.

……

When Joey returned home, he saw the four snowmen at a glance, and the most eye-catching one was probably the snowman wearing the miniature Iron Man helmet.

When he walked into the room, Tony was sitting on the sofa. Unlike the more upright sitting posture of Joe's father beside him, he looked particularly lazy and relaxed, with his legs crossed. Joey only walked a few steps beside the sofa. He had already Pressed the remote control to change several stations.

Thanksgiving is a time for family gatherings.

Therefore, Tony did not stay in his luxurious house standing on the coast, but came to Joey's house.

When he heard footsteps coming to the sofa, he raised his head lazily, raised the corner of his lips to his nephew and smiled, "How are you playing?"

"It's okay." Joey said.

Because I have to prepare Thanksgiving food later, after Joey answered this sentence, he went to his bedroom, prepared to change clothes, and came down. Just as he took off his coat, he heard a knock on the door. , so he went to open the door in a black turtleneck.

Standing outside the door was Tony, "Can I come in?"

"of course."

Joey said so, and then walked to the wardrobe, and while choosing the clothes he would wear later, he asked curiously, "Uncle, what are you going to say to me?"

Tony came over to tell Joey about taking him out after Thanksgiving.

When he was on Twitter before, he replied to Joey and would take him to see more interesting places. Tony didn't forget about it.

With his back turned to Joey, he walked to the desk while talking, and suddenly heard a knocking sound, and his eyes fell on the window.

……

When Peter and Joey separated, his light footsteps revealed that he was in a good mood. Originally, Peter planned to go home directly, after all, he was going to spend Thanksgiving with his aunt and the others.

It's just that when he was about to cross the road, he was attracted by a couple passing by, and his eyes involuntarily fell on the bouquet of roses in the arms of the girl.

At this moment, Peter thought that he never seemed to have given Joey anything.

His body reacted one step ahead of his brain.

Turn around, take a step, and enter the flower shop on the side of the road.

One minute later, Peter excitedly hugged the orange rose in his arms and ran towards Joey's house. When he arrived at the door of Joey's house, he stopped, wandering around, and then his eyes suddenly lit up. , Thinking of it, he just seemed to see the light in the window of Joey's bedroom.

For Spider-Man Peter, this height is nothing at all.

With a light jump, he stuck his whole body against the wall, then poked his head out, looked at the closed window, stretched out his hand that wasn't holding the rose, and tapped on the window lightly.

Peter was a little nervous, more looking forward to it. Many thoughts popped up in his mind, thinking about how Joey would react and how he should answer.

He didn't make him wait long, and Peter felt that it only took two or three seconds before the window was pushed open from the inside.

Before seeing clearly, Peter put the rose on the window sill, and then looked over with bright eyes, and opened his mouth and said:

"Joe, I—"

In the next second, as if his throat was stuck, the voice disappeared.

Peter stared wide-eyed at the people in the window.

Behind the window, Tony glanced at the beautifully blooming roses, then slowly raised his eyes, and looked at Spider-Man who was holding his nephew's window.