[Comprehensive] First Lady

James and Tony exchanged a glance.

"She's not a secret agent. Steve, you know Fury won't like this. Your identity and job can't be revealed, and you must have something to hide from her," James reminded.

"And...you're going to tell me now," Tony went on, "that you have an ordinary man's fiancée, and you're going to start living together next month, but you're just going to use this marriage to kill the enemy Are you not really planning to spend the rest of your life with the other party?"

"No." Steve raised his voice, emphatically, "I want to help her, Tony, I have to protect her. A citizenship certificate will make it easier for her to find a job in the future, and she won't have to worry about being deported. I can use my husband's In name, protect her at close range and find suspicious objects."

"But you really thought about using this marriage to draw out enemies, didn't you?" James asked.

Steve fell silent.He couldn't deny it, even though it was just part of the plan.

"If she finds out someday..." Tony began.

"She won't find out," Steve interrupted quickly. "I have to keep my identity a secret, right?"

"I'm just assuming." Tony raised an eyebrow.

"I'll protect her." Steve frowned.

James and Tony exchanged another glance.The two patted Steve on the shoulder at the same time.

"You take care, Steve. Our spirits will not be with you."

Anyway, they are married, and Fury can't do anything if he is upset.At the time, Steve thought so.

They will move into their new home in three days.Everything is going according to plan.

The next morning, Steve went to pick Holly up.They had breakfast together on the top floor of Holly's apartment.

Holly and Steve sit across from each other at the picnic table.Breakfast was placed on the table, and it was sunny today.

"So, we should move in together now," Holly said, eyeing Steve as she stirred the cereal with a spoon, "or the INS would be suspicious, right?"

"That's right."

"Then let's look at the house first, decide what furniture to buy, and then go shopping?"

"That's a good proposition."

"I think we should sleep in separate rooms. If there are two rooms. What do you think?"

"As long as you don't get caught?"

"Let's say we have different schedules, and husbands and wives may not share the same bed every day. This is normal. We can convince them."

"Of course. Even if there is only one room, I can sleep on the sofa."

"To be fair, we take turns sleeping on the sofa. In addition, maybe we should make a living agreement, distribute housework, and try not to disturb each other's daily life."

"Just do it."

"By the way, which color furniture do you like? I'm interested in dark greenish gray and black."

"Coincidentally, me too."

Holly put down the spoon.Steve looked up.The two looked at each other and smiled in the warm breeze and the morning light at the end of autumn.

Of course, cohabitation must have a cohabitation agreement, especially now that they can only be regarded as roommates—— Holly thought so.

Brooklyn.

Standing at the door of the new house donated by the government, Holly looked at the space configuration in the house and remained silent.

22 pings.The only compartment is the bathroom.Everything else is open.Not counting the two central pillars.

Get through the whole thing.

"There are no walls," Steve said.frown.

"Yeah, no walls," said Holly.take a deep breath.

The two looked at each other.

"Hmm... You should be concerned about privacy, Steve." Holly asked tentatively.

"Of course, of course." Steve agreed immediately.

"At least the kitchen must have a wall? Otherwise, the oily smoke will come out and stick to the floor?" Holly continued to test.

"We can build one ourselves," Steve continued, agreeing.

The two looked at each other again.

"So... we have to add bricks and tiles to the shopping list?"

This is probably a preliminary consensus; Holly thought with relief.

Why does IKEA have a restaurant attached to the floor.

Because you will spend the whole day in this building, even two days, three days, more.The most frightening thing is that you will be full of beautiful visions for the future of your family while you are shopping.Steve thought, when comparing two computer desks.

"Wait, I noticed this computer desk, its cabinet... is empty at the back?!" Holly said, squatting in front of the cabinet door on the lower right of the computer desk, raised her head, and waved to Steve.

"Empty?" Steve squatted down and looked into the wooden cabinet.

"Look." Holly stretched her hand into the wooden cabinet to confirm that the wooden cabinet really didn't have a back.

"We'll have to nail one up ourselves? What design is this?" Steve frowned.

"Some kind of smart corner-cutting." Holly raised an eyebrow.

Steve laughed.He turned his head, and was about to respond to Holly's teasing, when Holly turned around too, and the two of them were in front of the wooden cabinet door, in this small place, close to each other, facing each other.

He could see the reflection in Holly's eyes.It was him and only him.

Holly blinked her eyes, then looked away first.

"Looks like we shouldn't be here," said Holly.

Steve snapped back to himself. "Yes, of course." He quickly stood up and pulled Holly up.

People nearby are all paying attention to them.Steve is embarrassed, and Holly is obviously too.The two pretended to be nonchalant, held hands and quickly left that area. When they reached the next area, Holly suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Steve asked, looking down.

Holly shook her head, knelt down, held back her voice, and laughed. "Oh my god, I was so stupid just now!"

That's probably what made him like Holly more--Steve thought.Somehow, he wanted to laugh too.

So far so good.

During assembly, Holly couldn't help but secretly stare at Steve's back.He took off his upper body clothes, revealing his strong and sturdy chest, wearing only low-rise jeans, frowning slightly, and locked the cabinet.

God.She almost wanted to be the one in his hand.thought Holly.

Steve turned his head knowingly.Holly quickly pretended to be fine.

"Do you need my help?" Steve asked.

"Uh, no." Holly shook her head and continued cutting her glass bottles.She wants to make the chandelier herself.

Steve nodded, and couldn't help but secretly stare at Holly's profile.She tied up all her long hair, revealing her white and tender back neck, wearing a cotton shirt with a loose collar and the same loose sports shorts, looking beautiful in spring.

God.He almost wanted to be the saw in her hand.Steve thought.

Holly turned her head knowingly.Steve quickly feigned concentration.

Is cohabitation a good or bad thing?The two were distressed at the same time, thinking about this matter.

They jointly decided to build a wall to separate the kitchen, separate the bedroom from the public space with a whole wall of bookcases, and put a sofa bed next to the small studio.

"This way the bed separation should not be too obvious." Holly nodded, satisfied with her idea.

Steve was noncommittal.God knows the immigration agency will never send anyone... and dare not.

"Life pacts left." Holly turned and looked at Steve.

"Uh... every month, or maybe every few months, I'll be away from home for a few days to a couple of weeks," Steve said, carefully watching Holly's expression.

"Oh." Holly frowned, looking around Steve's luggage suspiciously and strangely, "Why? I thought you were...an illustrator?"

"Did I tell you about this?" Steve was surprised.He never said such a thing, did he?

Holly nodded towards the easel and painting utensils that Steve moved to the new house, and turned her eyes to Steve's letters spread out on the dining table, "Sorry, I accidentally saw the returned submission you sent to P Agency. Why don't you use email? They stopped accepting mail submissions long ago."

"Uh..." Steve said hesitantly, "Actually, that's my part-time job, and I have another more formal job..."

"What?" Holly tilted her head slightly, her eyes wide open, waiting for Steve.

Now, Steve has three seconds to think about how to explain this misunderstanding without creating another misunderstanding without letting Holly know who he really is.

one second.two seconds.three seconds.time up.

"Yeah, I paint," Steve replied, with super-skilled acting.

Holly raised her eyebrows, revealing that she really did.

"Don't worry, I won't ask too many questions." She turned around and continued to organize the bedroom. "We don't have to share the rent. After deducting the consumption of the past few days, there is still 16 to spend on daily expenses."

"When I find a job, I will share half of the utilities and food bills. I do laundry twice a week, and I start the fire to see if I have a holiday. The taboo is, don't make the bathroom smell musty, keep the bathtub clean, and don't throw clothes around. Cups and plates are not allowed to pile up. I am your roommate, not your maid."

Steve breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time felt a little headache and helpless.

How should he let Holly know the truth...and before that, he had to let Holly understand that he liked her and that he was different from other ordinary men.

On the first day after the cohabitation started, everyone was very polite.

Holly doesn't walk around in her pajamas.Steve doesn't walk out of the bathroom topless after taking a shower.

During the first week of cohabitation, everyone remained polite.

Holly doesn't leave the bedroom with a mask on.Steve doesn't come home at two in the morning with beanbags and boxing gloves on his shoulders.

The first month after the start of cohabitation.

Sometimes, Holly would find some strange things in the bamboo basket next to the washing machine.

Tight, tight, tight, skinny-looking tights, bullet-punched leather jackets, scorched jeans.

…How much money does Steve owe anyone?Holly thought worriedly.

Sometimes, at any point in time, Steve would see Holly wearing nothing but a strappy top, shorts just past her hips, curly hair and a green, pink, black mask, swiping her phone while talking Move around the house.

...Did Holly think of him as a man?Steve thought worriedly.

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Oh my god, how many more days do I have to last? When I think of the end of the schedule, I have to return the goods, and the two warehouses that I can't finish, I want to cry otzz

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