Imagine doing the long distance thing with Chris.
You sat on the set of your new movie waiting for your boyfriend to pick up your FaceTime call. You had to cancel your daily Skype session yesterday because the filming had taken longer than expected, therefore clashing with the set time you and Chris had decided on; 10:30AM Boston time. By the time you wrapped, Chris had somewhere to get to and couldn’t make the call. So here you were, making up for lost time seeing as you weren’t due for your next scene for about an hour.
“Bonjour Captain.” You greeted Chris when his face popped up on your screen. “Est-ce que je vous dérange?” You giggled softly at his bedhead and wondered if he only just got out of bed; the shirt he had on should’ve been a giveaway that he’d been up for hours and just didn’t brush his hair; he slept without a shirt most of the time and wouldn’t bother with one until he was ready to seize the day.
“Just because you’re in Paris doesn’t mean I too suddenly understand French.”
“I said,” you chuckled softly, “am I disturbing you? ‘Cause you look like you just rolled out of bed. I know you might be depressed 'cause I’m not around to put a smile on your face but come on, Cap. It’s two thirty where you are,” you teased.
“I’ve been up for hours, thank you very much.” He quipped and you laughed then covered your mouth when you heard a crew member shush you. “Did you just get shushed?” His voice softened into a whisper, afraid he’d cause you to get another shush.
“Yeah, I did,” you chuckled softly. “The things I’m willing to go through for you.”
“Like I haven’t been shushed because of you,” he laughed. “They more than shushed me the last time you visited the set,” he reminded you and you bit the inside of your cheek to stop from bursting into laughter. “By the way, you’re not allow on set while I’m working anymore.”
“Please,” you rolled your eyes. “Kevin loves me, so does Joss and the Russo brothers. As long as they are involved with Marvel, which is now until the end of time, I’m always going to be allowed the set.” You said and he chuckled, nodding in agreement.
“I miss you,” you told him.
“Tell me something new,” he smiled.
You’d been away from him for two months now, and you had another four before you could fly home to him. You were excited to spend time him, definitely. You couldn’t wait to sleep beside him and wake up to him kissing you; you were pining for those late night conversations in the kitchen while the two of you shared a pint of cookie dough ice-cream; you were ready for the morning walks you two would take with Dodger; you were even craving those Sunday afternoons where you’d pretend to enjoy the football game though he knew you hated it.
You were excited, yes, but there was that part of you that was dreading all of that. You knew a week after you returned, it was going to be his turn to leave for his job; the latest Marvel movie, 'Avengers: Infinity War Part 1’, and that was going to be six months of you being in the comfort of your shared home and him calling you from his sets, trailers, and hotel rooms. You were dreading spending time with him because you knew from experience that having even a second with him made it harder for you, just like it was incredibly hard for him when you left two months ago after the two of you had four work-free months together.
Long distance was something you two- after decades of being in the industry and three years of dating- were used to by now but that didn’t mean it was easier. There were days where- even just thinking about it- broke your heart; the loneliness and the isolation. There were nights where you’d call sobbing and he’d just let you cry into the phone until you fell asleep, and vice versa when he had a particularly bad day. There were the missed birthdays, anniversaries, and holidays that both of you would have given anything up to relive but this time, as a couple. Then there were the red carpets and A-Lister events you two have had to walk alone or attend solo because the other were caught up somewhere on the other side of the world; it usually led to exclusive stories claiming it was over and you or Chris had move on with another actor or actress you were seen with at said party or event.
You could still remember the fiasco with the very taken Sebastian Stan after you were seen together at a New York fashion show. His girlfriend, Margarita- a good friend of yours, found it hilarious. The two of you even joked at the double date dinner that perhaps swapping seats would change the headliner to 'Captain America and The Winter Soldier, sharing more than just a shield’; you had all laughed at that.
Long distance was always going to be difficult. Anyone who had ever done it had told you that, but they’d also told you that if the person was the right one- it was going to worth it, and with Chris, it was. Both of you were sure after the first date that the other was the one you could see the rest of your life with, and a promise was made that you’d persevere no matter how hard it got.
“How’s the movie going?” He changed the subject because he knew you’d start tearing up if you two got too in depth about the subject of missing each other. “I’m excited to see it, I can tell you’re going to beautiful already. Look at you,” he teased, “my pants are getting a little tight.”
“You’re an idiot,” you chuckled softly.
“Your idiot,” he reminded you and you smiled. “Anyway, how was the production meeting yesterday? Did you finally get a premiere date? Is it…” He trailed off with a hopeful gleam in his eyes which quickly faltered when you shook your head.
“It’s in the beginning of April so you’re most likely still going to be filming.” You told him with a small smile; you saw his head drop and heard a sigh. “It’s okay, babe. This makes us even then,” you tried to lighten the mood with a joke. “'Cause when your premiere comes around, I’m going to be stuck filming my next movie.”
“I don’t like how you’re in such high demand,” he pouted.
“I don’t like how you’re in such high demand either,” you retorted with a similar pout.
“Maybe we should quit,” he suggest with a small quirk of his lips; he was joking of course, he loved his job as much as you did. “We’ve got enough money to last us if we live simply. We could sell everything and hit the road with a truck and a caravan,” he said and you chuckled; it had been an idea sitting in the back of his mind since he went on Anna’s podcast. “I think it’d be nice to catch a break from Hollywood, don’t you?”
“I think you’d be bored if you didn’t get to put on your Cap costume,” you told him and he chuckled. “Just like I’d be bored if I didn’t get to be someone other than myself. I know you’re sick of long distance, baby. I am too but- we love what we do as much as we love each other. Giving one up to do the other easily when we can do both with a little work is lazy and stupid,” you quipped.
“I know,” he chuckled. “Forget I asked.”
You heard Dodger’s bark and you felt your smile grow.
“I guess he heard your voice,” Chris chuckled and descended to his knees so Dodger could be in the picture. “Look, buddy.” Dodger’s tail wagged excitedly. “Who’s that? Who’s that?” He pointed at the screen and you smiled, giving the puppy a small wave. “It’s Y/N, isn’t it?”
“Hi buddy, hey Dodge.” You cooed into the microphone and he barked. “I’ve missed you too, bud.” Your gaze fell back on your boyfriend who was happily patting his puppy and you felt tears well in your eyes. “I’ve really missed you too.” Both you and Chris heard your voice quiver; he turned to you with narrowed eyes and you cleared your throat. “I’m fine,” you assured him, smiling.
“Are you?” He sent Dodge away and got back onto his feet. “You look like you’re about to break and we can’t have that while you’re still working.” You took a slow, deep breath and turned away from the screen. “You need to stay professional, okay? Y/N, hey. Look at me, sweetheart.”
“I can’t,” you shook your head.
“Then hang up,” he instructed. “Hang up and call me later.”
“No,” your head snapped back to the screen. “I already missed yesterday’s call, I’m not going to cut today’s one short. I still have a while until my next scene so- let’s talk. I’m fine, okay?” You assured him and smiled despite how much you wanted to cry. “What have you been doing? What did you do yesterday?”
“Nothing unusual,” he answered. “I spent the day with the kids at the playground then took them for a little too much ice-cream.” He said then chuckled when you shook your head. “Yeah, I can’t take them for ice-cream by myself anymore.”
“How are the kids?”
“Excited for you to get back,” he told you with a smile. “I know one particular kid who would give anything to have you back right now.” He referred to himself then pressed his lips together when he realized he was doing the opposite of distracting you from missing him. “Sorry,” he winced.
“Don’t be,” you chuckled softly.
“Hey, um-” His gaze darted away from the camera for a moment and you narrowed your eyes at his sudden fidgety movements. “I have to go,” he told you and you felt your frown deepened. “I forgot I had something to catch and um-” He looked back at you and smiled. “I’ll talk to you soon, okay? Real soon, I promise.”
He hung up on you before you could finished and you huffed, a little annoyed with his abrupt goodbye but mostly sad. You let your annoyance and anger fade when you deduced that he probably had a meeting and forgot to budget his time again. You pulled up your Twitter app and tweeted some of your fans while you waited to be called on. You heaved a sigh when you saw the time; 8:36PM. Filming was supposed to last another four hours so you were in for a long, long night. But hey, at least you could sleep in until ten tomorrow morning.
• • • • • • • •
The sun poked through your curtain and you felt the warmth of its rays on your face. You hummed and turned away from the window to face the inside of your fairly empty king size bed. Your eyes fluttered open for a brief second and a blood curling scream escaped your lips when you realized you weren’t as alone as you thought.
“Fuck!” The bearded blue eyed plaid wearing man jerked back and nearly fell off the bed. It took you less than a second to realize it was just Chris, your dork of a boyfriend; you quickly caught his arm and pulled him back in. “Holy shit,” he grabbed his chest where his rapidly beating heart was. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”
“Me?!” You scoffed and laughed at the same time. “You’re the one who broke into my hotel room and climbed into bed with me! I thought I was about to get murdered by some crazy lumberjack.” You said and laughed harder when you saw him pressed his lips tightly, feigning annoyance. “Oh you know I love you in plaid,” you cooed and wrapped an arm around his neck.
“I know,” he chuckled, pulling your body closer to his. “I’ve missed this.” He whispered, holding you tightly against him and pressed his lips to your neck; you giggled as his beard tickled your skin. “This definitely made the nine hours of travel time worth it.”
“You travelled nine hours to come see little old me?” You pulled your head back so you could look him in the eye; he nodded with a wide smile. “How long have you had this planned?” You asked and his smile turned smug.
“Since Monday.” He informed you and you shook your head, slightly amazed he managed to keep it a secret for six days; he could never keep anything from you for more than an hour. “I could tell you were going to break sometime this week and I wanted to be by your side to hold you when it happened. It was hard, babe. I wanted to tell you the second I bought the tickets,” he admitted and you both chuckled.
“Chris, thank you for coming out.” You felt the tears prick your eyes. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” You told him and he smiled. “Honestly after you hung up on me yesterday,” you poked his cheek and he chuckled. “I nearly broke, but I didn’t 'cause I remained professional. But I’m glad you’re here now 'cause I was definitely going to have a sob in the bath tonight if you didn’t show up.”
“We can still have the bath,” he suggested flirtatiously and you giggled. “But you’re definitely going to be too preoccupied to have that sob.”
“I love you,” you told him.
“I love you too,” he smiled and kissed you.