“What the fuck are you doin’ here!” You ran towards your best friend at full speed, knowing he can take your impact easily.
“Chris! I missed you!” Your voice was muffled by the neck of his Cap suit.
Chris kissed your hair, holding it flat with his large palm. His arm was wrapped around your waist, keeping you lifted off the ground, and stuck in his arms.
“I missed you too, Honeypot.”
You had flown down to surprise Chris while he shot Civil War in Atlanta. He’d been moaning for months about how he was so bored and homesick that you decided to shut him up. For a little bit, at least.
Setting you back on Earth, he bared a grin when whilst holding you away from his body. He was looking for any change to your appearance since he’d last saw you, which was five months ago. A lot can happen in five months, and Chris was always so diligent in knowing every detail of your face and appearance. He could spot your hair cut an inch shorter, or you wore a new outfit. It was nice to have a best friend who took notice in the effort you put into looking presentable.
“Well, what are you fuckin’ doin’ here? When’d you get in?” Chris slung one arm over your shoulder and guided you towards the crafts table, where a selection of decorous food was lying.
“Lisa ringed me the other week beggin’ me to take spring vacation to come visit you! I guess I was the only one fit to shut up your whining and begging.” Chris chuckled and nodded in acknowledgment. He knew he had been on the, rather, complaining side in his tone for the last few months. He just missed his family so much. He missed seeing Miles, Lucy, and Noah. He missed not being able to go to his parent’s house on Thursdays for spaghetti dinner.
“Like always, she was right. You are the only human being beside her that could make me feel like I’m home with just your presence.”
You felt so much love for your best friend, and now you felt even more. He was so sweet and benevolent in nature. He’d been that way since the day you met him, 26 years ago. He was just a scrawny 9 years old, terrified to go down the slide on the playground. You were an adventurous 8-year-old and told Chris he could hold your hand while going down the slide together. He agreed and ever since then you two have held each other’s hands through the worst of times and the best of times.
“It can’t be! No way!” Booming from across the lot, you saw Mackie waving his hands frantically at you while jogging over. There had been a companion with him, a brunette you had only heard about before. The brunette didn’t join Mackie when he ran over to you, though. He just set foot in a slow pace walk, almost looking uneager to meet the mysterious best friend of Chris’.
Anthony pulled you into a big hug when he finally reached you and Chris, both pigging out at the table of goodies. “Big Mack! How goes it?”
He shrugged nonchalantly, “Not too bad. Livin’ good down in A.T.L., aren’t we Evans?”
“You are, Mr. Life of The Party.” Anthony gawked at Chris and slapped his shoulder. “Don’t try and pretend that you ain’t out at the clubs, talkin’ to the ladies, now. We don’t wanna be tellin’ lies to our friends now do we?” You giggled at shook your head, turning back towards the donuts.
You held a chocolate glazed one to your mouth when you heard an unfamiliar voice from behind.
“I wouldn’t if I were you. Those have been baking in the sun for a good fifteen hours.”
Sebastian had his blue eyes cast towards you, with a warm smile upon his lips. Chuckling nervously, you agreed and laid the donut back on the tray.
“Thank you. Wouldn’t have wanted to catch food poisoning my first day here.” Sebastian just broadened his grin that, swear to god, was twinkling in the sunlight. He stuck out his hand and you met him halfway.
“Y/N. Chris’ best friend.”
Ever since that moment, you had been hooked to Sebastian Stan. Hopelessly, carelessly devoted to a man who didn’t even know you felt so much towards.
Apparently ‘Big Mack’ from the Wilson Atomatoys factory is named after “Big Mack”
Pryor, who met the staff at Bethesda Studios while battling relapsed
leukaemia at the NIH in Bethesda. He died Dec 27, 2015, aged 21.
or ‘Big Mac’ is the name of a My Little Pony character. This could be coincidental but Big Mack is found in a factory that used to make little horses…
They were kissing off camera. Yeah they were macking big time off camera. Dragging their lips all over each other. Bryan would yell ‘CUT!’ and it was like 'Bryan the camera isn’t even on them.’ All those scenes where you think that Will is sweating, it’s actually just Mads’ drool all over him.
Aaron and Scott saying it how it is in regards to Madancy/Hannigram
Also, in 4x18, I just really need to see Jemma discovering Mack in the Playground and plowing him over in a hug, sobbing, and even though he doesn’t know her, he wraps her in a big Mack bear hug and it helps her regroup to kick some ass.