Part 3: Imagine staying up past midnight with Chris.
Dinner didn’t start at 8PM like you had planned thanks to the little detour to your bedroom. By the time the two of you managed to break away from each other and have dinner, it was 1:04AM; not that either of you were complaining.
Both of you were now in your kitchen devouring the last course of the degustation menu; dessert, which was your favorite. You were a little surprised that Chris was having dessert because you’d seen a few interviews where he’d stated that he wasn’t much of a dessert person, which was a bummer for you because your specialty was desserts. He said he’d rather munch on candy than cookies and cakes, but from the looks of things you’d changed his mind.
You watched him eat mouthful after mouthful of your tiramisu and smiled. You didn’t know if you were smiling because you were proud of converting him into a dessert person, or if you were just happy with the fact that- you were dating Chris Evans. You still couldn’t believe it was actually happening and you were a little afraid you’d suddenly wake up and realized it was just an incredibly vivid dream.
“Why are you staring at me?” Chris raised an eyebrow at you, his words muffled by the cake he had in his mouth. You chuckled softly and shook your head, lowering your gaze. “Did you want me to feed you, baby?” He scooped some up with his spoon and held it in front of your face. “Here.”
“I’m good,” you chuckled and pushed his hand away.
“C'mon,” he cooed and pushed the spoon forward. “It’s good.”
“I know, I made it,” you chuckled and pushed his hand away again. “I’m just really full.”
“One bite won’t kill you.”
“Stop!” You laughed and shied away from him as he tried to force another mouthful of tiramisu into your mouth. “I’ve already had enough to eat, Chris. If I eat anymore I’m going to puke in your face and that will not be pleasant.”
“No it will not,” he chuckled and lowered his spoon back onto his plate. “Can I just say,” he leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table and his chin in his palm. “You look very, very cute in my shirt.” He smiled when you did.
“Does that mean I get to keep it?” You teased with a cheeky smile.
“And what am I meant to wear?” He chuckled, gesturing to his bare chest. “This is all fine and good while we’re in your house but the second I walk out, I’m going to need something otherwise I’m going to make headlines.” You both laughed at that. “I can see it now,” he chuckled, “right across New York Times. Captain America leaves his girlfriend’s house shirtless, where’s his shield when he needs it?” He joked then threw his head back, laughing harder than before.
You weren’t laughing because you were still trying to process what you’d just heard. You felt your lips part slightly, stunned that he just called you his girlfriend. Of course you’d be glad to be his girlfriend, it was just something the two of you hadn’t discussed. It wasn’t until he stopped laughing and saw your face that he realized what he had just said. You watched his eyes widened as he choked on the air in his lungs.
“Uh- I didn’t- I uh- You see-” He rambled, using his hands a little too much which meant that he was beyond nervous; you bit back your smile. “I um- it slipped out um- We haven’t talked about it so- ignore me, I- I didn’t-” he cut himself off and spooned more tiramisu into his mouth. “Mmmmm,” he hummed then dramatically spoke with his mouth full, “dishisdemicious.”
“Chris,” you chuckled softly and reached over and placed your hand over his. “You can breathe because I’m not the kind of girl who’s going to freak out because you just called me your girlfriend.” He swallowed his cake and pressed his lips together. “Do you want to have the talk so we’re both clear about where we stand, and so you don’t do whatever you just did?” You teased him and he chuckled. “‘Cause I’m ready whenever you are.”
“Well then- do we really have to have the talk when it’s clear we both want this?” He asked rhetorically and you raised an eyebrow with a small smirk on your lips. “I mean- I just unconsciously called you my girlfriend after a week and you didn’t freak out,” he chuckled then jokingly added, “if that’s not soul mate level, I don’t know what is.”
“Oh my God,” you laughed.
“Yeah, I said it.” He purposely puffed out his chest and brought a proud smile onto his face to comically relieve the situation. You shook your head, trying hard to stop laughing. “I’m an eccentric, okay?” He pouted and turned his hand, palm into yours. “Ignoring all the weird stuff I’ve said about the matter,” his index finger drawing small circles on your palm, “will you please officially hold the title of being my girlfriend?”
“Mm…” You pretended to think about it even though you were already going to say yes. “I mean-” you scrunched your nose, making a face. “That sounds like a lot of commitment and- I don’t think I have-” You were cut off when he jumped up from his stool and grabbed you, tickling your sides. “Chris!” You shrieked with laughter, squirming away from his touch.
“This is blackmail-” You laughed as he continued tickling you, you were running out of space to move before you fell off your stool. “I’m going to fa- Chris!” He ceased tickling you and wrapped his arms around your waist before you fell, lifting you to your feet.
“Say yes.” He whispered softly, pressing his forehead to yours.
“Of course I’m going to say yes, you doofus.” You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck. “I don’t think I’ve ever been happier with a guy than when I’m with you,” you admitted then blushed when he kissed you tenderly. “We still have to talk about some things though,” you said when you broke the kiss.
“Like who’s the top?” He teased.
“No,” you chuckled. “Like how we’re going to make this relationship work when we both know we’re not going to compromise on geographical locations.” He pressed his lips together, wincing. “And let’s not even mention our crazy work schedules.”
“Will you stop worrying?” He chuckled. “We’re going to make this work because I’m in New York like- more than you’d think.” It was said unconvincingly but you smiled anyway. “I visit Seb a lot, there’s uh- photo shoots and press tours and interviews that I have to come out for, plus I’m fond of a restaurant called Clover.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you, smiling goofily. “The food is exquisite there, and the head chef’s an absolute doll.”
“So I’ve heard,” you agreed, smiling.
“We’re going to make this work, Y/N,” he promised. “Do you want to know whyyyy?” He asked in a sing song voice and you smiled, shaking your head 'no’. “Because I couldn’t possibly leave my best girl behind,” he told you with a smile; his tone so genuine that it made your heart flutter.
“In that case, Cap,” you smiled back. “I’m with you till the end of the line.”
Part 4 sometime soon. x