[Comprehensive] First Lady

That's why Steve was in the Stark Gallery.

It was hot in New York that day.Steve rides to the gallery, unobtrusively visiting in a baseball cap.He has several favorite works, all of which are painters.Judging from the introduction, this is a female painter.

Steve stood for a long time under the afterglow of the sunset, which attracted the attention of the gallery manager.

"The artist on this painting is good at mixed media," the gallery manager explained to Steve. "The way she handles the details is really fascinating. Look at the three-dimensional raindrops on the surface. It's a gel, The painter uses this to break the relationship between the picture, color and light, and pursue a richer presentation of color.”

Steve stared at the painting, feeling the familiarity, warmth, and love and hope that the painting brought to him.

The gallery manager went on to explain. "Compared with realism, the painter prefers Impressionism. She prefers to create a picture that is full of vitality, with a sense of abundance and introversion. Most of her works are processed from watercolors into oil paintings."

Steve frowned slightly. "I seem to have heard these introductions somewhere."

The gallery manager laughed. "Of course you did, sir. She was our former first lady and our most popular painter here."

Steve didn't listen carefully to what the gallery manager had to say.His head ached.

Where has he heard...someone said these things to him...at some... mall...

"Sir, sir?"

Steve came back to himself.

"Are you okay?" The gallery manager stared at Steve with concern.

Steve shook his head. "I'm fine."

Suddenly, the gallery manager's eyes widened.

"Mr. Rogers." The gallery manager called out Steve's last name, "Are you still alive?! What's wrong with you?!"

Steve made a silent gesture, signaling the other party to lower the volume.

"I was on an important mission and suffered accidental injuries." Steve gave the official answer, "I'm fine, thank you for your concern."

The gallery manager was still staring at Steve with a look of astonishment on his face, clearly saying that he didn't think Steve was doing well.

"Excuse me. Will you ever return to politics?"

"I don't think so," Steve replied. "I'm a soldier, not a politician."

The gallery manager nodded. "fair enough……"

Steve looked at him suspiciously.

The gallery manager looks up at Steve. "I'm guessing it must have been a pretty serious accident that brought you to where you are in such a short period of time," he said, taking a business card from his pocket and handing it to Steve.

Steve took the card.

"This is the painter's studio. She has a teaching course, if you are interested, you can visit it. It may be helpful to you."

Steve looked at the address on the card.Shuhe, this is the artist's name.

"She's Asian?" Steve asked casually.

The gallery manager watched Steve carefully.

"You really...yes, she is."

Steve didn't take long to hesitate.He took his business card and went to the painter's studio.

On the way he passed the former primary school.There are only ruins left there, which were bought by S.H.I.E.L.D., and passers-by are discussing that the previous purchaser of this land, Hayden International, was actually Hydra Enterprise run by Red Skull.

"It's a good thing Captain America stopped him."

"Yes, but he died too. I still can't believe it."

"I'm more worried. The captain died, so his family..."

Steve couldn't help turning his head back, trying to hear the conversation between the two passers-by clearly, but unfortunately the distance was far away.He has no family, his family is the Avengers, the army.

Steve arrives at the studio soon.

Shuhe's studio is in Brooklyn, close to where he grew up.Steve looked at the small building in front of him. Among the new buildings, this post-modern architectural style, low red brick house was particularly conspicuous.

He goes to the door.A group of kids ran out laughing and almost bumped into Steve.

"Be careful." Steve helped up the fallen child, and met the eyes of the middle-aged woman who came out with the child.

"Who are you?" The middle-aged woman frowned and looked at Steve suspiciously.

"I am..." Steve paused, and replied, "I heard that there are painting classes here, and I want to visit."

The middle-aged woman stared at Steve for a long time before turning her head and shouting to the person behind the door: "Ladies! We have visitors!"

Steve entered the studio with some embarrassment.

Almost all employees here are people of color.From the black aunt guarding the counter to the Asian interns passing by with plaster statues.

Various types of works are displayed on the brick walls, the ceiling is deliberately designed as a steel frame pipeline, and chandeliers made of cut glass wine bottles hang down.

Steve could feel a lot of eyes on him.Everyone is paying attention to him.

"Name?" asked the black aunt at the counter, not in a good tone.

"Steven Rogers," Steve replied.

Not an illusion.After Steve reported his name, the entire studio was silent for at least three seconds.

Steve isn't quite sure what's going on here.

"Rodgers?" the black lady repeated, her voice raised, "Steven Rogers?"

"right."

"You're kidding me. Are you Captain America? Former President? That Steven Rogers?"

"Yep."

The black aunt turned her head and looked at the other employees in the studio.

"He said he was Captain America."

"Yes, we all heard that."

Steve is increasingly unsure what this is about.It feels weird.

"Go and call out the boss! I can't handle this." The black aunt laughed and shouted, letting others pass the message.She turned her head and looked Steve up and down, "Mr. President, have you lost your memory?"

"I'm not the president anymore," Steve emphasized.

"Who cares, you'll always be our leader. What's wrong with your hair? Looks suddenly at least ten years older."

"Perform an important mission and encounter an accident." That's all Steve could answer.

While they were talking, the owner of the studio slowly walked down the stairs.

Steve turned his head inadvertently, and saw her, the mixed-race Asian female painter with delicate features, uplifting phoenix eyes and beautiful black hair, slowly walking down the stairs.

She was wearing a small light cherry dress, which was as perfect as a work of art.If God had Eve for him too, Steve thought, that woman would be her.

Steve didn't see them becoming the focus of the entire studio.He could only look at the woman intently, even greedily, as if she was the only one in the world.

"She's here." The black aunt spread her hands and walked away automatically, "Talk slowly."

Steve watched him approach.From her expression, Steve thought, she seemed to know him.Steve was a little pleased with the idea.

She stood in front of him.

Steve started to get nervous.

"Hello."

"Hello there."

"I'm Shuhe, the operator of this studio. My colleague told me that you want to visit our teaching courses."

"Yes, yes." Steve replied, feeling his heart beating faster, "Ms. Shu, hello. I... My name is Stephen Rogers. I came from Stark's gallery..."

Steve felt he needed to take a deep breath.He was almost at a loss for words.The tension is simply unreasonable.The only thing that can be explained is that he fell in love with this woman at first sight.

"You can call me Holly," Holly replied, curling the corners of her mouth in an indescribable smile. "I know, Steve. I got a call."

"Oh." Steve was speechless.Wait, she called him Steve?

Holly turned her head and faced the cubicle classroom on the first floor of the studio. "Which class do you want to take? Watercolor? Oil painting? Sculpture? Drawing? Or metalworking? We also have home decoration classes, are you interested in these?"

"What do you teach?" Steve asked back, looking at Holly unabashedly.Without thinking.

Holly turned around and smiled in surprise.

Steve turned his head away, feeling hot in the face.He knew he was being too direct, which was stupid, but he couldn't help it.

"Anyone else would have been kicked out by my colleagues if they dared to do this." Holly smiled, and she burst into tears, "Okay, I understand. You like oil paintings."

Steve turned back, stunned to see tears running down Holly's cheeks. "Don't cry." He couldn't help frowning, and subconsciously wanted to wipe away tears for the other party.

Holly didn't give him the chance to do so, and she turned and led Steve upstairs to the classroom.

That's when Steve noticed that Holly was pregnant.

This discovery literally plunged Steve into an ice bucket.He returned to the dormitory in a daze, not remembering how he left at all.

dinner time.

Steve was still concerned about the female artist he met in the afternoon. It was the first time he cared so much about a woman of the opposite sex, even more so than Peggy, and he only saw her for the first time today.

This goodwill is unscientific.

"Someone looks preoccupied," Natasha teased.

"I heard the captain went to the gallery in the afternoon," Tony said.

Everyone looked at Steve.Steve looked up, sighing.

"Yeah," Steve replied, raising his eyebrows. "I went to the gallery, I went to the studio. What gossip do you want to hear?"

Everyone exchanged glances with each other.

"Cough." Tony cleared his throat, "It's nothing. What's your impression of Shuhe?"

"Natasha," Steve said, rubbing his forehead. "I know you're well-informed but, no kidding. She's pregnant, guys. She's married."

"Pregnancy doesn't necessarily mean you're married these days," Peter said.

"She's alone," Clint added quickly.Stare at the bisque.

Steve looked around his companions suspiciously.

"What do you mean by that?"

"It doesn't matter, I just care about you."

"No, you're weird. You know her?"

Suddenly some people are coughing and some people are busy eating.In the end it was Natasha who answered.

"She's a family member of one of our colleagues. Her husband left her, and that's a sad story that's best left alone. You know, some things are more sensitive. Now she's on her own with the kids, her career, and her life. It's pretty stressful."

Steve frowned, looking down thoughtfully.

Although it should not be, Steve calculated it very seriously.

Holly's pregnancy was estimated to be about six months. In other words, if she was the widow of a SHIELD agent, her husband would have left her for less than half a year at most.

This seems a little fast.

With hesitation, Steve began the lessons at Holly's studio.They are not one-on-one classes, in fact, there are not many opportunities for contact.Most of the time, Holly is haunted by the children.

Those little devils didn't care about Holly's pregnancy, some clamored for her to hug her, and some tormented her and asked her to run after her.Steve shuddered every time he looked at it.

And he didn't know until later that all the children who come to this studio are free to attend classes.

This made Steve have a lot more affection for Holly.

Steve's hesitation about this relationship only lasted until the second week.

When Steve stepped into the studio that day, he felt that the atmosphere was not right, and he was very happy.He quickly finds the source of the problem - all the children revolve around a teenager in red tights.

"That's Barry Allen from Midtown next door, commonly known as The Flash." The black aunt at the counter told Steve kindly, "He is Holly's first student, and he often comes here to visit her."

Steve's eyes moved from the large amount of snacks brought by the Flash to the large bouquet of colorful roses in front of the counter.

It's still in color.Steve thought dissatisfied.

Steve watched The Flash circle Holly all day that day.

all day.If you stick to Holly, you will stick to her. You can use it to act coquettish, cute, and handsome.

"What the hell is their relationship?" Steve couldn't resist grabbing an intern and asking.

"The Flash is after our boss. Can't you see that? It's obvious enough."

So Steve accidentally broke two painting knives.

Another two days passed.

As soon as Steve stepped into the studio, he felt that the atmosphere was very wrong, especially serious.All the children are very well-behaved, they walk well, they don't run, they don't make loud noises, they don't fight, and they don't do anything that makes Holly go crazy. They seem to be possessed.

Steve quickly found the source of the problem—all the children were dodging a tall man in a black robe and hood.

"That's an assassin. Holly called her Forest District." The black aunt at the counter kindly reminded Steve, especially in a low voice, "A real assassin, I'm not lying to you. Once when I was annoyed by the noise, I showed my Hidden Blade. From then on The kids were terrified of him after that.”

Steve looked at the other party's attire and nodded.Well, makes sense.

The assassin, who seemed to be an assassin, took special care of Holly.All day long, all day long, the assassin guarded Holly, just guarded.

"Isn't he chasing Holly too?" Steve couldn't resist grabbing another intern and asking.

"I'm chasing you. I can't see it though."

Steve felt that this time he couldn't vent his anger with a paint knife.He did not hesitate to compete secretly with the forest area.Use momentum.

The response was a sneer from Lin District.The kind full of disdain.

Steve broke his paint knife anyway.

The world is declining, and people's hearts are not old.Steve is kind of on fire, though he's in no position to be angry.Holly is just a widow!What's wrong with this group of people chasing after a newly widowed pregnant woman like this!

As the time spent in the studio grew, Steve saw more ulterior motives of the opposite sex trying to get close to Holly.

Steve endured it for a week and couldn't take it anymore.

He decided to do something about it.

The first move.

after class.

"I'll help." Steve offered to help Holly hold her daughter.Little, sweet Dorothy.

Holly looked at Steve in surprise.

"is it okay?"

"……sure."

Dorothy lay on Steve's shoulders, rubbing her face against Steve's clothes.The baby stared at Steve for a while, then suddenly.

"Daddy?" Dorothy called, tilting her head and opening her eyes wide.Those blue eyes were so familiar to Steve.

"Ugh." Steve was embarrassed.He glanced cautiously at Holly to confirm that the other party did not have any reaction to collapse, and then he was relieved, confused and pleasantly surprised.

"Sorry." Steve apologized half-heartedly to Holly. "This was an accident. I didn't mean anything else."

Holly just looked at him.just watch.Kind of enigmatic.

Steve was getting nervous again.What does this look mean?

"It's okay." Holly smiled, her tone relaxed, "She doesn't hug people very much, and she doesn't yell."

And then Steve has been haunted by that statement for at least two nights.

What does it mean not to yell.He doesn't understand.

...Could it be that Holly's ex-husband also had light hair and blue eyes?

The second trick.

Before Class.

"I'll help you."

Steve took the initiative to help Holly tidy up the classroom and make the children in class obedient.Holly is seven months old and needs more rest.

One time Holly was preparing paint.Steve walked over and subconsciously took the paint from her hand.

"I think you should suspend the class." Steve said, forgetting his position for a moment, while arranging the paint and neatly putting it into the storage compartment.

Holly looked up at Steve in surprise.

"Oil paint is poisonous, you are pregnant." Steve glanced at Holly, frowning, a little serious.

Holly stared fixedly at Steve.Just look at him.

Then she started crying.

Steve was at a loss for what to do.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry," he could only apologize desperately, and hurriedly took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe Holly's tears, "Don't cry, I did something wrong, I'm sorry."

"Of course you did something wrong," Holly choked out, and punched Steve, "but I don't want your apology!"

"Ugh." Steve was even more flustered.This is?What?Condition?Don't want him to apologize?What should he do?And this fist hurts a bit...

In Steve's panic, Holly threw herself into his arms.

Steve could only tell himself that this was a momentary out of control pregnant woman.Don't think too much, Steve, calm down, you have to calm down.

It's almost time for class.Some students entered the classroom one after another.They looked at Holly who was crying bitterly, and Big Steve, who tried to comfort Holly but it was no use, were all stunned.

It is taken for granted that Holly cannot attend class in this situation.The rest of the studio asks Steve to take Holly home.Feeling uneasy, Steve took Holly away.

"where is your house?"

"What about the Quinjet machine?"

Steve fell silent.What level of agent is Holly's widow, and the residence needs to be kept secret enough to drive a Quinjet machine to go there? !

Remaining a gentleman, Steve sent Holly to her door.He watched as Holly carried Dorothy into the room, the lights came on, and the room was dim and warm.

Steve turned slowly and returned to the Quinjet.

Maybe he still wants real family.The military and teammates cannot replace wives and children.

Or rather, he wanted to be Holly's family.He wants to take care of Holly and protect Dorothy.

He wants to be Holly's husband.

However, the day after Steve confirmed his resolve, the Vision gave him horrifying news.

"Captain, you have a wife. If you want to develop relationships with other opposite sexes, I have to remind you that it is illegal and immoral."

Steve choked on milk in horror.He is having breakfast.

"What did you say about me?"

"You're married, Captain. Didn't someone tell you about it?"

No.Absolutely not.

After Steve was shocked, he started looking for anyone he could find.

Coincidentally or not, everyone went on a mission, except Tony.

Steve rushed into Tony's basement angrily, and pulled Tony out of a pile of parts that couldn't be seen.

"What are you doing?!"

"Why? Stark, why didn't you tell me that I'm married?"

Facing Steve's angry questioning, Tony's reaction seemed too slow, or even leisurely.

"You didn't ask again."

Tony's answer made Steve angry.

"Okay. Good. I didn't ask." Steve took a deep breath, resisting his urge to punch something, "Then you're still making fun of me and Holly? Explain to me."

"Oh." Tony nodded, and took a few steps back cautiously, "I'm going to ask your wife about that."

"Don't pass the buck. I really get mad."

"I didn't, Steve. It's not my fault, it's your fault."

Tony dropped the wrench, suddenly getting angry. "Steven Rogers, who do you think is the most hurt by this? She didn't want you to run at all, you broke your word. She was shot while pregnant with you, she was nine months old, and she was just recovering from the wound You gave birth under the circumstances. Do you think she still has a way to bear that you forget her? It’s me, it’s better to treat you as dead.”

"She wants someone, Steve. You think she needs you to take charge? No, she doesn't. She's strong, independent, and only your love can break her. She has two older brothers who can protect her, Tcha Ra treats her like her own sister. She doesn't want you to go to her just to be responsible. She wants you to be with her because you love her."

Steve was speechless.

He couldn't argue with that; Tony was right, he was angry now, not out of love for his unimpressed wife.He will be responsible because of the sense of responsibility, but this... will not be what the other party wants.

But he still does it.

Tony glanced at Steve, still a little angry.He walked to the table, picked up the coffee and poured it down.

Steve hasn't recovered yet.

"You go and see her first," Tony said, putting down his mug heavily.He glanced at Steve, and told Jarvis to send the address to Steve's cell phone.

Steve leaves Tony's office in silence.

Tony stared at Steve's back.Tony breathed a sigh of relief when he was sure Steve was gone and wouldn't look back.

"You bastards!" Tony grumbled, turning to the nearby screen, "sneak off and throw the stall at me."

"You are good at acting. ’ James’ face appeared on the screen.Next to it is Natasha and others.It seems that they are not really busy with the task.

Tony snorted coldly. "Will Black Widow's acting skills be worse than mine?"

"The point is whether he went to see Holly.Will he go? 』

"Of course. He's totally taken off by me. And he's not suspicious at all."

"Uh...I don't want to interrupt you, but, guys, what do you think the captain will do when he finds out the truth...? ! 』

There was silence.

Steve was really bluffed by Tony, and he didn't realize it until he was driving a long way out.

Anyway, he drove out, so let's go and have a look.Steve thought so.He had to find each other and discuss their future.

There was a pair of rings on the car, and Jarvis said it was their wedding ring and asked Steve to wear it.Steve pocketed the ring absently.

As the car drove closer and closer to its destination, Steve felt more and more that something was wrong.Why does it seem like... you came here yesterday?Steve looked suspiciously at the surrounding roads.

Yes, that's right, it's very close to Holly's house.

Steve wasn't sure what was going on but... if his wife and Holly were neighbors, it would be a little tough.

Strangely, the map shows that there is only one residential house in this area, and this residential house is encrypted, and only the ninth-level agent of SHIELD and Jarvis can locate it.

This is so weird.

Steve had all sorts of horrible guesses in his mind.He really wasn't sure what was going on now, and the excessive anticipation filled him with fear.

All of this disappeared the moment Jarvis guided him to Holly's house.

"...Jarvis."

"Yes, Captain. 』

"Are you sure you went right?"

"Yes, I'm sure.This house is owned by Mrs. Rogers, your wife. 』

Only then did Steve realize that he forgot to ask Tony his wife's name.But that doesn't matter anymore, he thought, it's not a problem anymore.

He got out of the car and walked over the fence and the stone steps in front of the cabin.

He remembered what Natasha had said.Before he saw Holly again.

"She's a family member of one of our colleagues. Her husband left her, that's a sad story, and now she's on her own with the kids and career..."

The flower garden in the front yard is not in order, but it is also full of vitality and self-contained interest.This three-story cottage is made of white bricks and black tiles. The trees planted on both sides are higher than the eaves and stand in the center of the courtyard.

A swing made of white hemp rope hangs from the branches, and bright red roses climb on the hemp rope.Blooming white roses are climbing along the Victorian window frames. On both sides of the wooden steps in front of the door, wax flowers, ball chrysanthemums, and chamomiles are waiting for the flowering season.

Steve stood in front of the door, took a deep breath, and took another deep breath.

Everything became clear.Whether it's Tony's attitude, Natasha's intentional or unintentional hints, Peter's deliberate guidance, suggestions from partners, and other people, the gallery manager, Holly's studio colleagues, everyone has something to say, everyone sees concern with implicit anticipation when looking at them.These details, which he had always held doubts about before, were all clear.

Steve holds up his hand.Someone opened the door from the inside.

It's Wanda.Her eyes widened, staring nervously at Steve.

"Who are you looking for?" Wanda asked.

"Is she in there?" Steve asked back.

Wanda hesitated for a moment, and made way for Steve to enter the door.

Steve stepped inside and looked around at the cabin's interior furnishings.

"You remember?" Wanda followed Steve closely. "You really remember?"

"No, no." Steve shook his head, looking across the living room, "but—"

"Wanda, who?"

Footsteps came from the direction of the kitchen.Wanda and Steve looked at the same time.

Holly turned away from the oven with the baking tray in hand.Her eyes reflected Wanda's cautiousness and Steve's disbelief.

Suddenly, Steve smiled.

Dorothy rushed to Steve in her walker. "Daddy!"

"Baby girl. Miss me?" Steve picked up Dorothy and kissed the baby's face.Smiling, almost holding his breath, he walked slowly towards Holly.

Holly didn't hold the pan steady.Steve caught it with his other hand in real time.

Steve stops in front of Holly.Holly looked up, pursed her lips, and stared at Steve.

"Wait," Holly said, wiping her tears with her hand, taking off her gloves, and trying to lift the corners of her mouth.

Steve looked at Holly tenderly.

"Sorry. Did I scare you?" he asked.

Holly laughed and cried too.She covered her mouth and wiped away tears.That's what Steve said when he first walked into the store. "But you don't remember it, do you?"

Steve lowered his eyes, unable to deny it.He held Dorothy with one hand, and put the palm of the other hand on Holly's cheek, and gently rubbed Holly's skin with his thumb.

"It's funny that less than two hours ago I was terrified I'd never see you again," Steve murmured, carefully remembering every detail of Holly's face, her eyes, her expression. , her tone of voice, her emotions at the moment, "When Vision told me that I was married, the first thing I thought of was you, because I just decided to risk everything to win your heart."

"I told them not to talk." Holly replied, looking at Steve, pursing her lips slightly, "I don't want to put pressure on you. I don't want you because of responsibility—"

"I know." Steve put his finger on Holly's lips to stop her from continuing, "I know it all. I knew it all when I came here. It's like God decided that I belong to you, I Belongs to you forever, in love, no matter how many times I do it again, I will always fall in love with you.”

"You complete me, Holly."

Steve said, putting Dorothy on the counter.

Dorothy sat down obediently, observing her parents with wide-eyed eyes.

Steve pulled the wedding rings out of his pocket.

"I guess I've been forgetting to give this to you," he said, taking Holly's hand.

"Will you wear it for me? Once again, marry me. As God bears witness, our marriage will never change until the Kingdom of Heaven."

Holly lowered her head, covered her mouth, and wiped away her tears.

"Don't leave me," she said, letting Steve put the ring on her. "You've had me since you first saw me and said hello."

---they will lr--