Imagine embarrassing yourself in front of Sebastian and Chris.
A/N: This is a request from @california-grown I tried to steer towards Seb, but I couldn’t help myself. 😆
Sebastian had the habit of going for a run every morning whenever he was back home in New York. His runs may not have been at the same location each day, but it was always at 5:00AM. Chris had the same habit wherever he went; 5:00AM runs to keep his body finely tuned. Since Chris was in New York for his broadway show, he stopped running alone and ran with Sebastian instead. The two friends liked running at the crack of dawn as there were less people up and about. They didn’t have to worry about fans or paparazzi chasing them down, they could just be. You had that same want, to just be without eyes on you. You weren’t famous, just a girl who liked being alone. And each morning, you’d wake at 5:00Am to go on a bike ride. You enjoyed biking through your favorite city, and you did so before the city came to life so you wouldn’t have to deal. You seemed to be good at embarrassing yourself in front of strangers, and apparently you were better at it in front of famous actors. You didn’t know it yet, but you were about to find out. Unfortunately for you, Central Park didn’t just cater to your 5:00AM needs.
You liked listening to music when you rode, and seeing as there wasn’t anyone else around when you rode- you played it out loud on your little portable speaker. As you paddled through the park, you sang along to Ne-Yo’s version of ‘Friend Like Me’. You were a total Disney fanatic with playlist upon playlist of soundtracks and covers of said soundtracks from all your favorite Disney movies. Your thoughts easily drifted off with the melodies as you sang, hummed, or mouthed along to the music. Like today, you were so lost in the music that you didn’t notice Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans running in the opposite direction towards you.
Now those two weren’t just actors, they were two of your favorite actors. Just yesterday, you were knee-deep in a Captain America movie marathon which then transpired into a Sebastian Stan/Chris Evans movie marathon. You watched ‘The Bronze’, ‘The Martian’, ‘What’s Your Number’, and ‘Gifted’. It was almost ridiculous how much you admired them both. In fact, you’d been been dying to have a run-in with Sebastian Stan since you moved to New York. Now there they were and you were too busy singing to notice. That was until-
“Nice song choice.” Chris called, smiling brightly as he and Sebastian jogged towards you.
The first thing you did upon hearing another human’s voice was immediately stop singing. The second, you returned to reality and noticed how handsome the two approaching were. Even at a distance with their faces hidden under the shadow of their baseball caps, you could tell. The one who spoke to you was in a black NASA cap, and the other who was yet to speak was a navy blue Todd Snyder cap. Now these were their trademarks items, items you should’ve noticed considering you were in their fandom. But no, once again you were too busy to notice; this time too busy dying of embarrassment because someone had caught you belting out while riding your bike. You were lucky you had a fairly decent voice otherwise it would’ve been even worst.
“Thanks,” you mumbled.
“Have a good day,” Chris said as they jogged past you.
“You too,” you nodded in acknowledgment. “Oh my God,” you mumbled under your breath, wincing. You were about to speed up and paddle as far away from them as you could when realization washed over you. Was that- You glanced over your shoulder and saw that Chris was doing the same with a wide smile. “Chris Ev-” Before you could get his name out, you lost control of your bike.
“Oh fuck!” Chris cussed as he saw you crash your bike, flying over your handle bars and into a bush. Sebastian glanced the way Chris was looking, eyes wide with concern when he saw your bike on the ground. “Shit shit shit,” Chris ran over to help you with Sebastian right on his heel. “Hey, Genie.” He didn’t know your name and you’d been listening to ‘Friend Like Me’; it seemed appropriate. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” You whimpered as you curled up into a ball, covering your face with your hands. The fall was painful, yes, but it didn’t compare to the pain of your new found embarrassment. “Just- um- just leave me here.” You said, and immediately, almost simultaneously- Chris and Sebastian cocked their heads, eyeing you with a lot of confusion. “Fuck me,” you cussed at yourself under your breath, wincing when you realized they’d heard you.
“Doing it behind a bush might lead to an arrest, don’t you think?” Chris joked as he held out his hand; Sebastian snickered, walking over to your bike to pick it off the ground. “C’mon,” Chris beckoned for your hand with a quick bend of his fingers when he saw you peeking at him through your fingers. “What kind of guy would I be if I just leave you here?”
“A guy who doesn’t want to embarrass me more than I’ve already embarrassed myself?” You answered then managed a soft chuckle when Chris laughed, reaching down to grab the hand you wouldn’t give him. “Thanks,” you said when he helped you to your feet. “This is not how I imagined my first meeting with Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan to go.” You admitted, drawing chuckles from both guys.
“At least you know we’ll remember you.” Chris teased, gently picking the small twigs and dried leaves from your hair. You blushed, sweeping your slightly grazed hands on your yoga pants. “Do you need to sit?” He asked when he saw you try to take a step and wince. “C’mon Genie,” he carefully draped one of your arms around him while one of his wrapped around your waist. “Let’s get you to a bench.”
“What’s your name?” Sebastian asked, pushing your bike as he followed behind the two of you. “I think you’d much rather we use your name than ‘Genie’, right?” Both smiled when you laughed softly, introducing yourself as Chris sat you down. “Well, Y/N. We’d introduce ourselves, but I have a feeling you already know who we are.” They tried not to laugh when Sebastian said that. It didn’t take you long to work out that they knew the reason you’d crashed your bike.
“Can we please pretend like I didn’t crash my bike because I saw Chris Evans?”
“I would, but I don’t think I want to,” Chris smiled. “It’s quite flattering, I mean- that’s the kind of thing you see in movies.” He teased and you buried your burning face in your hands. “I never thought I’d get to experience that in real life, I can check that off my bucket list now.” He shot you a quick wink when you looked up; your cheeks turned a deep red and you bit back your smile. “In all seriousness,” he chuckled, descending to his knees in front of you. “Are you okay?” He washed his gaze over you, trying to look for injuries. “Do you need to go to the hospital?”
“I think she just needs a first aid kit,” Sebastian interjected and you nodded in agreement. You both shared a look, trying not to laugh at Chris’ dramatization of your fall. “Is your place far from here?” He asked you and you shook your head, pointing in the direction of your apartment block. You lived about fourteen minutes away, at the Lennox Hill Apartments. “Do you mind if we walk you back?”
“Do I mind?” You laughed. “Um- no, that’d be like a- a weird dream come true.” They both laughed. “But you don’t have to, I’m honestly fine.” You got to your feet, trying to prove to them you were fine so you didn’t take up more of their time. “I can wa- ow!” Chris caught you by the elbow before you fell again; it appeared you’d hurt your ankle. “It’s noth- ow, ow.” You couldn’t even put pressure on your right foot, so it clearly wasn’t nothing. “I’ll be fine.” You forced a smile, trying to tear up at the searing pain in your foot slowly making its way up your leg.
“You’re very stubborn, aren’t you?” Chris observed, the corners of his mouth quirked.
“Stubbornness is probably my most prominent attribute other than clumsiness, yes,” you nodded.
“You’re also very cute, so,” Chris chuckled, forcing your arm back around him as he looped an arm around you waist. You couldn’t believe Chris Evans had just called you cute; your smile reached your eyes as he made you lean against him. “Let me know if the pain’s too much,” he told you as the three of you started walking in the direction of your apartment block.
“Why’s that?” You raised an eyebrow.
“So I can carry you, silly,” he as a matter of fact.
“Yeah,” you laughed nervously, “I’m not going to let you do that.”
“Why not?” Sebastian teased with a smirk. “Wouldn’t that be another weird dream come true?”
You felt your lips part as you tried to think of something to say to defend yourself from Sebastian playful teasing, but you couldn’t think of anything. You always thought you were witty, and that you could be if ever you met them so you could leave a bit of an impression. But nope, you were not witty; you were a dumbfounded, blushing idiot.
“Leave Y/N alone, Seb,” Chris reached over you and smacked his friend’s arm, laughing.
Sebastian looked over at Chris, smirking at him behind your back. His eyes asked if Chris was going to do the same after they got you safely back to your apartment, or if he was going to ask for your number and take you out. Sebastian could tell you’d left an impression with your pretty face and adorable singing. You wouldn’t have crashed your bike if Chris didn’t turn around, and he’d only turned around because of you. Chris wouldn’t admit it, but he was glad you crashed your bike.
“Lennox Hill Apartments, right?” Sebastian asked and you nodded, eyeing him curiously as he got on your bike. Before you could ask what he was doing, he explained, “I figured I’ll check if your bike is still working. Anyway,” Sebastian threw another smirk Chris’ way. “See the two of you back there,” he called as he rode away.
“Is Sebastian Stan what you expected him to be?”
“I never really expected either of you to be anything but nice, so- yeah, I guess so.” You looked up at Chris and raised a brow when you saw he was already smiling at you. “What?” You asked then chuckled when he shook his head. “Yeah, right,” you bit playfully. “You’re probably coming up with an anecdote based on today’s incident,” you accused, making him laugh.
“I was actually wondering if you’d have breakfast with me, but okay,” he shrugged nonchalantly, laughing when an “oh” escaped you. You didn’t know how to come back from that. Was there an offer, and could you still accept it or would it be weird now? You realized it was the former when he asked, “how do you feel about pancakes?” He smiled when you did, nodding.
“I love pancakes.”
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