[Comprehensive] First Lady

Holly couldn't help laughing when she saw Sam's grief-stricken look.She is painting with the children of Clint's family. Clint thinks this is a good opportunity for the children to learn art from professional painting teachers.

Steve came down the stairs and had just changed. "What are you talking about?"

Sam looks at Steve with a betrayed look.

"Why are you like this? You're not the only single." Holly said with a smile, turning to look at Peter and the twins.

"No, it's just me," Sam said, gritting his teeth. "Twins are twins, Peter and the boys! I'm going for a walk, leave me alone."

"Let's see if we can have an affair." Wanda teased.

Sam vented his anger by slamming the door.

Everyone else laughed.Steve shook his head helplessly. "Stop bullying too much, you kids."

Laura prepares dinner in the adjacent kitchen area.She glanced at Steve and said to Holly, "Holly, go out with Steve first."

"But we're only halfway there," protested the children.

"Yeah, we're only halfway through," Peter echoed.

Clint came over and patted the back of Peter's head. "Stop making fooling around." He turned his head and raised his eyebrows at Holly, "Go, go on a date. Buy a few more bags, and someone will pay for you."

"It's not me anyway," said Tony, who was sitting on the couch just after a video chat with Pepper. "Steve has his own salary! His own wife!"

Helpless and funny, Holly stood up and dragged Steve out. "I think we'd better leave quickly. Otherwise they'll keep talking about us."

"Okay," Steve replied. "Where are we going? Where do you want to go?"

Holly looked back. "Wherever I want to go, will you accompany me?"

Steve stares fixedly at Holly. "Of course. Forever."

Holly curled her lips.

Their first stop was Montmartre.

Holly has never been here.When she was a child, her concept of Paris was only art galleries and fashion shows.I became interested in Montmartre after watching Emily's Whimsical World a few years ago.That movie captures Montmartre beautifully.

They took the metro, neither of them flattered by the hellish smell of the Paris metro.Steve could walk across the piss-smelling platform holding his breath, but Holly couldn't.

"It stinks to death in here," Holly said, hugging Steve hard, burying her face in Steve's chest.

"What are you doing?" Steve wondered.

"Think of you as a mask. I found that I quite like the smell of you."

Steve blushed, turned his head, and pretended nothing had happened.Passengers who can understand American English are laughing.

Steve didn't say a word until he got out of the car.Holly hadn't figured out why Steve wasn't talking, and she almost thought Steve was having a fight.

They went to the Sacre Coeur.As soon as they got out of the subway station, they first saw a lot of tourists and fraudsters.On the left side of the road is a street stall where strange Parisians are playing small games, and on the right there is a group of black people who are forcing tourists to buy lucky ropes.

"Steve. Do you think they will find me?" Holly wondered.

Steve looked down, frowning at Holly. "Don't. Holly, don't..."

Before Steve could finish speaking, Holly left Steve's protection and walked forward pretending to be traveling alone.Before Steve could stop it, the group of blacks had already set their sights on Holly, an oriental girl, the silly white sweet sheep in their eyes.

Steve hurried forward and drove away the group of black people.When the black people saw Steve's lean and strong figure, and his unafraid of danger, they knew that they had hit the iron plate and scattered as quickly as possible.

"Don't leave my side," Steve scolded Holly, "that's dangerous. It's not fun."

"It's the romance and excitement of traveling." Holly said with a smile, "It means I trust you! Don't you always want me to trust you?"

"But that's not..." Steve had a headache.

"Not what?"

Steve looked at Holly, smiled wryly and shook his head. "Forget it. As long as you're happy."

The Sacred Heart Church was started in 1876 and completed in 1914. It is 80 meters high and is a typical Roman-Byzantine cathedral.

Today happens to be Sunday.There are a lot of people going to church on Sunday.

Holly mingled with the churchgoing crowd, leading Steve by the hand.She looked up at the statues on the roof and the candles on the windowsill, and listened to the priest on the podium explaining the Bible in French.

"Can you understand?" Steve asked.looked at Holly uncertainly.

"I speak French," Holly replied, smiling at Steve. "Surprised?"

Steve frowned slightly, noncommittal.

"Honey, your husband is disqualified." Holly half-joking, pinched Steve's cheek, turned her head, and continued to listen carefully to the pastor on the podium explaining the Bible.

Steve covered the cheek touched by Holly, and couldn't help looking at Holly in a daze.

The fact that Holly knew French was confirmed on the next trip, on their way from Sacred Heart Church to Abbes Square.

Holly quickly mastered the route.She only looked at the map once.

"We can choose whether to take the small train or not. In my opinion, the small train is for tourists. The terrain here in Montmartre is undulating, after all, it is a hill. I don't think we need... You are strong enough. You are Agents of SHIELD."

"What about you?" Steve asked, raising an eyebrow at Holly. "Can you walk?"

"I can't walk." Holly replied, throwing herself on Steve's back decisively with a smile, "If you can't walk, I will let you carry me!"

Steve caught Holly and deftly turned Holly onto his chest.He carried Holly around the side of the road.

"One more time! One more turn!" Holly slapped Steve on the shoulder excitedly.

Steve smiled and shook his head, hugged Holly's waist, and turned around again.

"It's so interesting!" Holly lay on Steve's chest, with her hands on Steve's shoulders, and she especially liked this game of going around in circles.

Steve pursed his lips. "One more turn?" he asked, looking at Holly with affection and anticipation.

"Yes!" Holly nodded.

Steve hugged Holly and turned around again.Their interaction, like a couple in a movie, attracted the attention of nearby tourists and pedestrians.Some videotaped them laughing and joking, others whispered in French.

"What are they talking about?" Steve asked.

Holly looked around at the crowd. "They thought we were making a movie," she said, jumping back to the ground and pulling Steve along.

Of course Steve could keep up with Holly.He can be much ahead of Holly.But he didn't do that.He wanted to be behind her, watching her smile and look back, her long hair flying in the air, and her royal blue skirt drawing beautiful and romantic arcs.

They settled for lunch at a bakery, which is said to have won the Best Bread Award in Paris.Holly went crazy when she saw the jams on the shelf, and couldn't resist buying a jar of each flavor.

"You like this?" Steve was surprised and curious.

"I love jam a lot." Holly emphasized, with exaggerated tone and dreamy expression.

"But I haven't found out about it for the past two months."

"Because I didn't let you find out." Holly said, raising her eyebrows slightly, "I'm afraid that my appearance of eating sweets will scare you away. I don't want my husband to leave me just because my eating habits are like ants."

Steve raised his eyebrows, unconcerned. "I haven't left you yet. Just don't force me to follow suit."

Holly smiled, but didn't answer, and asked someone to help them send the jam back to the manor.

They left with a few salty buns, which they ate on a roadside bench.

Steve watched in silence as Holly ate the entire jar of jam, served with a loaf of French bread.

"...it's really like ants," Steve said.

"Right." Holly shrugged, "Are you going to be scared away by me?"

Steve looked at Holly, then at the jam jar in Holly's hand.

Suddenly Steve reached out and took the jar of jam away.

Holly watched in astonishment as Steve started to eat the jam, the same way she did.

"It's so sweet." Steve frowned.

"Nonsense, that's jam!" Holly laughed, her eyes widening in disbelief. "Honey, can you tell me what you're doing?"

Steve barely swallowed the jam. "Well, I can't let you get high blood pressure and diabetes because of too much sugar intake." He said, glancing at Holly, "So, this is the way I can think of."

"Help me eat the jam?" Holly laughed.

"Just laugh." Steve had no choice but to continue to swallow the jam.

Holly stopped laughing with difficulty.She stared at Steve for a while.

At that moment, she thought; who cares, no matter what this man steals, kidnaps, coaxes, cheats, or robs, she will keep it for herself.No one can take it away.

"What?" Steve put down his spoon and looked at Holly.

Holly smiled, shook her head, pushed Steve's hand away, leaned forward, and kissed Steve without warning.

This kiss, after Steve realized it, became more than just a taste.He pushed the jam and the bread away, put one hand around Holly's waist and put the other on the back of Holly's head, deepening the kiss.

It took nearly a minute for Holly to separate from Steve.

Steve looked dumbfounded and reluctant.He stared closely at Holly's lips, and asked breathlessly, "I want to know what that meant just now."

"I kissed you," Holly replied without changing her face.

"Yeah, of course I knew it was a kiss. But you, but why did you kiss me?"

Holly's eyes widened in surprise, and then, from uncontrollable laughter, it turned into real laughter.

"Holly!" Steve was bewildered and helpless, "Stop laughing. I'm serious."

"God. God. You actually asked me this?" Holly shook her head again and again, after taking a breath, she raised her head and gently stroked Steve's face.

Steve can only stare at Holly.He couldn't hide his uneasiness.

"You like me?" Steve asked.Bite the bullet.