[Comprehensive] First Lady

T'Challa scowled. "Do you know who it is?"

Holly pursed her lips. "Don't look it up, T'Challa. It's complicated, and I don't want to get anyone involved," she said, noticing Steve and the others approaching out of the corner of her eye, and quickly changed the subject. "I'm fine now. .I live in New York with my two cousins..."

"Holly."

Steve's voice came from behind.Holly turned back, took Steve's hand, and smiled at T'Challa.

"Besides, I got married just last month." Holly said, leaning on Steve's chest and tilting her head with a smile, "Steve is my husband. Didn't expect you and Steve to be friends too, what a small world."

T'Challa looked at them, raising an eyebrow slightly. "It's quite small. I often hear other people discuss you with Rogers, but I didn't expect it to be you."

Holly was taken aback.She wanted to ask T'Challa what that meant, but someone else joined the conversation, and Steve was nearby.People at the party were curious about how she met T'Challa.T'Challa is the prince of the richest country in the world. She is just a small employee in the mall and a talent teacher who teaches children to draw.No matter how you look at it, it doesn't match up.

"Wow. This could be a romantic love story," Clint teased.

"As long as Steve doesn't show up," Natasha said.

Everyone laughed.Including Holly, and Steve.

"Don't waste time on impossible hypotheses." Steve raised his eyebrows, wrapped Holly's waist, and let Holly lean against his chest.

"How would you know?" Ant-Man shrugged, "There are so many parallel universes, there is always one that you two never met."

Holly pressed tightly against Steve's left chest, turned her face sideways, smiled and shook her head at the others.

"No, don't guess." Holly said, looking at T'Challa, "I met T'Challa many years ago. My parents are scientific researchers and took me to visit T'Challa. country."

She raised her hand and compared her height in the air, "He was only this tall back then. And he was much thinner."

The others looked at T'Challa with a smile.T'Challa lowered his head and smiled wistfully.

"That was really many years ago. I still remember that you didn't like to tie your hair, and you wore little shiny pink leather shoes and a white veil skirt, and you chased a lion in the jungle with a scythe. You scared it to death. "

"Lion? Wait, let me get one thing straight. To chase, or to be chased?"

"Steve, you have found a good wife who can hunt."

"T'Challa! Didn't you say that it will always be a secret?"

The party ended with laughter and light.

Holly is drunk.Half asleep, she knew that Steve was carrying her back to the room.

"Why... aren't you drunk?" Holly murmured, when Steve put her on the bed, "You drank so much whiskey, it's... ten times as much as mine."

"Alcohol doesn't work on me," Steve said, pulling the sheets for Holly and smoothing her hair.

Holly felt Steve's touch longingly.His palms are thick and warm, giving people a sense of security.When his fingertips ran through her hair, Holly knew that she wanted to keep this man.

"It's not fair," Holly muttered.She wasn't sure if she was complaining about Steve's incredible drinking capacity, or if he always made her love him more.

Steve probably didn't hear clearly.He patted Holly on the head and moved away from the bed. "Have a good rest, I should go for a morning run. Today I will help you ask for leave."

"I was still on wedding leave. Am I reinstated?" Holly said to herself, slurring her words.

Steve didn't answer.He went to the closet and changed his coat.

Holly lay sideways on the bed, squinting to watch Steve undress.

"You want to go out?"

"what?"

"I don't want you to go. I hate when people leave early in the morning."

Steve stops.He turned his head and looked at Holly suspiciously.

"Sorry, Holly. What did you say you hated?"

Holly curled up on the bed, allowing more of her face to emerge from the pillows and sheets.

"I want you to stay," she said, looking at Steve, "I want you to stay with me."

Steve heard it.His gaze on Holly gradually softened.

"Okay. I'll accompany you." He said, pulled up his clothes, walked back to the window, sat sideways on the edge of the bed, turned his back to Holly and the window, turned his head, and smiled at Holly.

Holly curled her lips.She wrapped herself in the comforter and stared at Steve.This man has the most perfect appearance she has ever seen, every inch of skin, every muscle texture is so delicate that it seems to be sculpted by God.

And he is married.The target is her.

"Let's chat," Holly suggested.

"Of course." Steve smiled, tilted his head, looked down at Holly, "what do you want to talk about?"

Holly's eyes circled around the room.This was originally a single suite with a bathroom attached. Compared with the ordinary suites outside, the decoration, space, and equipment are much better.

"This is the best room I've ever lived in." Holly said, laughing, "Stark's technology is number one in the world. Why doesn't he have a mobile phone? I want a mobile phone produced by Stark Industries. Better have an oversized Stark emblem."

"Tony didn't make cell phones?" Steve's eyes widened in surprise, "I thought he made this product."

"No, Stark Industries doesn't." Holly shook her head, "Stark Industries mainly produces arms. It started in the past few years... Well, it should be said that it started slowly after Tony Stark announced that he was Iron Man. Transformation, production of home appliances, vehicles, and various software, but so far I have not heard that they are planning to manufacture mobile phones.”

Steve nodded slowly. "oh……"

"You look like you have something to say." Holly raised an eyebrow.

Steve purses his lips, looking like he's trying to suppress a smile. "I think it's not too far before Tony releases the mobile phone." He said, taking out his own mobile phone from his trousers pocket, "Because...my mobile phone was made for me by Tony."

Holly's eyes widened, she sat up, and reached out to grab Steve's phone.

Steve smiled and asked Holly to take the phone.

"Oh my God!" Holly exclaimed, turning the black phone over and over again, "No wonder! I just said how beautiful your phone is! I have always liked the shape of your phone, and the back !There's a Stark symbol!"

"Which color do you like?" Steve asked.

Holly put down her phone and stared at Steve with wide eyes.

"If I say I like blue with gold, will Tony Stark dislike my aesthetic? I want blue with gold and green, kind of like your eyes."

"No, he won't." Steve raised an eyebrow, "Because I'll tell him it's a Valentine's Day gift from me to my wife."

Holly's face lit up with joy.She lunged at Steve, cheering, "Thank you! I love you!"

It was accidental.It was a total accident.A string of dirty words ran through Holly's heart, the first second after she blurted out her confession.Damn.God.

Fortunately, Steve didn't seem to notice her strangeness.

"Oh." Steve frowned, "I think you like Tony's phone more."

"Haha, you understand me." Holly jumped off the bed with a smile, turned around quickly, and changed the subject to cover up her embarrassment.

"So... you can not only draw, but also play the guitar?"

"Small interest. Bucky taught me."

Holly glanced at Steve and walked over to the closet, looking back and forth between Steve and the guitar hanging on the wall.

"Bucky? You mean Natasha's boyfriend? Speaking of Natasha, I'm surprised that Natasha is also your roommate. Why is Tony Stark renting this place to so many people? He doesn't seem to be lacking These rents."

Steve pursed his lips and looked away. "Well, you just think he's a genius, a billionaire, a playboy, and a philanthropist. I personally prefer that he likes us to accompany him, but he can't admit it."

Holly smiled. "You guys are great friends," she said, taking the guitar off the wall and holding it to Steve.

Steve froze. "what?"

Holly raises an eyebrow, letting Steve hug the guitar. "I want to hear you play. I can sing."

Steve takes the guitar blankly.

Holly sat down at the low table across from Steve. "Okay. I'll start."

"what?"

Steve was even more dazed and a little panicked.Holly laughed, with her hands flat on the side of the low table, she tapped the table regularly with the inside of her knuckles to beat the beat.

"I like this song very much. You must have heard it." Holly said, humming the lyrics softly after the first eight beats, "Closing time, one last call for alcohol, so finish your whiskey or beer. Closing time, you don't have to go home but you can't stay here..."

Steve's expression changed from confusion to a smile. He bowed his head and plucked the strings, and looked up at Holly.

"I know who I want to take me home. I know who I want to take me home, take me home."

Holly sang the last word.Steve puts his hands down.

"Semisonic's closing time." Holly said the band and the title of the song, "I'll tell you, you must have heard it. I often play this song."

"You still say it's a song to drive away guests." Steve smiled and raised his eyebrows.

"Yes." Holly nodded, opened her eyes wide, and made a funny expression that couldn't be more agreeable, "You know, when the mall is closing, but the customers won't leave, swipe their phones over there, and pretend to delay you Sorry off work, or just pretend not to know, we all want to sing this song for those people.”

Steve smiled and shook his head. "But you still love your job."

Holly spread her hands. "When I can concentrate on being a painter, I will quit my job in the shopping mall."

"You don't want those kids? They love you so much. I saw them send you Easter cards."

"You mean the card made out of eggshells? That's cute."

The two looked at each other and smiled.Suddenly, Holly lowered the corner of her mouth.

"Actually, I'm only really secure when I'm with my kids," she said, looking into Steve's eyes as if she were looking into the distance.

Steve frowned slightly.

The author has something to say:

The cabinet sister reappears in the article every day.Guests who do not want to leave.Played in the rest area all night, and shouted for shopping when we were about to close.Strange, can't you buy it first and then go to the side to take a selfie...??

Complementary translation.

Closing time, one last call for alcohol, so finish your whiskey or beer. Closing time, you don't have to go home but you can't stay here.Closing time, you don't have to go home, but you can't stay here

I know who I want to take me home. I know who I want to take me home, take me home. / I know who I want to take me home

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