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This line if anyone doesn’t know comes from Tony and Fury’s conversation during Age of Ultron. The conversation where Tony says that the vision Wanda gave him, is the future. He blames himself. 

This is not just the end of the path the group started them on, Tony claims all responsibility. I started us on. This idea that Tony tries to push off the blame for his actions, is honestly baffling. Tony consistently accepts blame for other people’s actions. 

Let’s go through some of the movies and see where Tony takes responsibility. 

In Ironman 1 we see Tony Stark, talking with Yinsen in Afghanistan. He’s scaredd, confused, and in pain. Despite all of that, one of the first things he notices about his kidnappers, they have his weapon. Which he finds absolutely jarring because he only sells his weapons to the US military. 

He is absolutely shocked that these terrorists have his weapons, because Obidiah was the one selling to them behind his back. However, he takes responsibility for his weapons getting in the wrong hands, and sets out to personally destroy every stockpile of weapons.

He took full responsibility for something that was not his fault. 

What about Age of Ultron.

The entire movie in Captain America civil war, is Tony attempting to make up for what happened. Notice he again says my fault. He has taken every bit of blame, he doesn’t blame Wanda for what she did to him, or for what she did to help Ultron with his plan. He doesn’t blame Bruce for helping him study the scepter. He doesn’t blame Ultron because ultimately Ultron’s actions were his own, he was a sentient being. Tony takes all of the blame on his shoulders, and supports the accords as a way of preventing further tragedies like Ultron. 

Tony consistently accepts blames for things he was only marginally connected to. Other people expect him to, and he gets blamed for the actions of others regularly.

Example:

This man blamed Tony Stark for the crimes Howard Stark committed against his father. Tony is expected to pay in blood for crimes that are not his own.  

Or what about 

Who after years of planning, and evil deeds blames Tony for all of it. A drunk celebrity said he would talk with him and then didn’t. I understand maybe Aldrich was devastated, and dealing with depression. However, his crimes are still his own, he still chose to commit them. He has had years to get a good therapist, he chose to develop a serum that kills people, and causes them to explode. 

This is not Tony’s fault, this is Killain’s. He made the decision to be a villain. 

Now let’s look at some of the other Avengers accepting responsibility for their actions. 

Well, that doesn’t sound like accepting responsibility for unleashing the Hulk onto a city of innocent people, and completely disrupting Dr. Banner’s peace of mind. She has to have accepted blame at some point, Captain America wouldn’t let her get away with this type of thing, would he?

“She’s just a kid.” Oh, of course well at least he accepts responsibility for his own mistakes.

“Did you know?” 

“I didn’t know it was him.”

“Don’t bullshit me Rogers, did you know?” 

“Yes.”

Well he admits that he hid the truth for years after having his own lie waved in his face, not exactly taking responsibility.

What about Clint, he’s well known for considering the consequences of his actions. Mr. Clint “They’re considered.” Barton.

Oh no wait here’s another example of someone breaking the law and then blaming Tony for their own crimes. Wow the Aldrich Killian parallel I never wanted to make with one of my favorite comic book characters.

Now, all of the original team Cap is guilty of refusing responsibility for their crimes. What about Natasha? While we haven’t seen much of her origin Story she is supposed to be known for clearing the red off her ledger, and while we never see her take blame for much in canon, I blame Marvel’s shitiness with female characters and screen time. 

Or Bruce? Bruce is the only original Avenger we see taking blame for things other than Tony. He’ll take blame for any event the Hulk was involved in, that’s why he leaves at the end of AoU, because of Johannesburg. He still blames himself for breaking Harlem, despite the fight being necessary to protect people. 


Tl:dr this idea that Tony never accepts responsibility is really baffling to me, because team Cap never seemed to accept responsibility for anything they did wrong. Whereas Tony is constantly accepting blame, and working to improve himself and the situation. 

Request: You and Chibs have been seeing each other casually for a few weeks. You both decide to meet at the clubhouse after work for one of your usual hookups, but this time, he’s running late. You are tired, but decided to stick around to wait for him.. Even if you can’t keep your eyes open.

Contains: Fluff

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It had been a long day at work for you, it was one of those days where your feet were sore and the only thing you wanted was to crawl into the bed, or that was what you wanted until you got a text from Chibs asking you to meet him after work for a drink, and some of your usual fun. You two had been seeing each other for the past few weeks after you brought your car into TM for an oil change. It was the only place you trusted to bring your car, you had been going to them for a while now and had always seen the scotsman around the place. He had been in the office the day you brought your vehicle in, finally giving you two the chance to officially meet. You both ended up hitting it off, and he called you a few days later as he had gotten your phone number off one of the files in the office. It had been 3 weeks and things were going pretty well between the two of you, the only real problem was that the both of you stayed fairly busy. He was always out on club business, and your job in retail always had you on weird hours. Sometimes Chibs would come by the store to see you when you weren’t busy, but it was rare that you had a minute to yourself at that place.

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Imagine long distance with Chris.

A/N: Hello, this is Part 1 of Chapter 2 - Little Ways Away. Now I know I’m jumping into the next chapter of the mini series, but I just don’t have inspiration to write anything else. This chapter’s going to be a bit of an emotional ride, so there’s my little heads-up. You can read the related mini series, and the first chapter of this spin-off here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini Series Spin-off, Chapter 1 ‘Unexpected Reader’ - Masterlist)

Ava smiled when she heard your phone ringing from her bedroom; the set ringtone told her that Chris was finally calling. You’d been waiting a while for his daily phone call now, a mishap on set pushed filming back a little which was why he was late. It’d been a rough couple of months for you with Chris being away, business picking up at the Italian restaurant where you worked part time, and your school’s workload piling on. It was almost suffocating, everything that was going on in your life.

As it turned out, that week you took off from school to go spend some time with Chris was a terrible idea; you got back and found yourself overwhelmed by everything you missed out on. Two months later, you felt like you were still trying to catch up. But that was the thing, you just felt that way because it was all in your head. It was always all in your head, which was why your mom, your best friend, and your boyfriend were always so worried about you; you were too much of a perfectionist to give yourself a break. You were an incredibly intelligent and diligent student who was ahead of the class despite being in Boston, but your mentality after returning back to Los Angeles without your boyfriend ruined your stride. So here you were; overworked, sleep deprived, and stressed beyond belief.

So Ava was glad to hear ‘Under The Sea’ coming from your phone, she knew you’d benefit from hearing from your sweet, loving, and reassuring boyfriend. Up until Chris came along, your mom and her were the ones to reassure you. With them, it didn’t always work- you’d still doubt yourself and let your anxiety chew away at your brain. But with Chris? He had a way with you that no one understood, it was like he had the handbook; he always knew what to say and when to say it. It was sickly sweet, and it was proof that soulmates do exist.

Ava waited a while and felt her eyes narrow when the song didn’t stop playing. She closed her MacBook screen then walked outside, sighing when she found you asleep at the dining room table with Dodger at your feet. You were surround by your textbooks, assignment notes, class timetables, work schedules, and other bits and pieces. Ava guessed you were trying to plan out your week again and fell asleep after overwhelming yourself. It was typical Y/N, every Sunday evening you’d sit and plan your whole week like life was just going to do what you wanted it to. She walked over and held a finger up to her lips when Dodger looked up at her, whining slightly. She gently pried your phone out of your hand; breath held when you stirred. She let out a quiet sigh when you remained asleep and answered the call, walking a distance away before she spoke because the last thing she needed was to disturb your much needed rest.

“Um…Hello?” Chris’ voice came through sounding confused at the lack of your chirpy greeting; you always answered with “oh Evans, my Captain. To what do I owe this pleasure?” Always, every call, without fail- unless he caught you while you were half asleep then it wasn’t so chirpy and coherent. “Sweetheart,” he chuckled softly, “are you there or is this your cute butt I’m talking to?”

“This is actually her cute best friend you’re talking to,” Ava quipped and Chris chuckled. “Sorry, Cap, but your girl’s passed out at the table.” Ava heard Chris sigh and began to explain to him what he already knew had happened. “It’s Sunday so she-”

“Overwhelmed herself by planning her week again,” Chris finished for her and Ava noised confirmation. “God, I leave her for two months,” he commented with a weary chuckle. “Other than her usual Sunday activities, how’s she doing? I feel like I have to ask you because she’s not going to tell me the truth about anything bad. Every time I ask how she’s doing, she says she’s fine but- if she’s falling asleep while planning her week, things must be a little chaotic.”

“A little, she’s stressed. But-” Ava looked over at you with a small smile; she wished you’d let up a little. “When is she not?” Chris nodded in agreement, a weary eye roll was used. “But she’s okay, I mean- she’s a tough nut to crack.” Both your best friend and boyfriend chuckled at that because it was true; they’d seen you persevere through so much. “Dodger and I’ve got her sorted, don’t you worry.”

“Thanks, Ava.”

“I’m going to have to hang up on you though, I don’t want to wake her up. She really needs her sleep, she asked for an extra shift at the restaurant and that’s in an hour so- Let her sleep?” Ava made it sound like a question, but it was more of an order; Chris said nothing because he knew what his options were. “I’ll tell her you called so she can-”

“What time is it?!” You shot up from your quick ‘rest-of-the-eyes’, worried you were late for work. You scrambled for your phone then looked up and saw it in Ava’s hand. “Is that Chris?” You asked and she nodded, walking back over to pass the call to you. “Hey, sorry.” You said into the phone, then mouthed a “thank you” at Ava, who nodded and went back into her room to give the two of you some privacy. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I’ve just been really tired lately.”

“There’s really no need to apologize, sweetheart,” he told you. You held the phone to your ear with your shoulder as your hands started to fiddle with the pieces of paper in front of you. “You’re busy, I get it and it’s fine. I just want you to take care of yourself, please.”

“Yeah, the weather’s been lovely,” was your response because you didn’t actually process anything Chris said to you. You were too preoccupied, scribbling all over your planner to listen and respond accordingly. “A little warm, but perfect for my afternoon walks with Dodger.”

“Step away from the table, Y/N,” he instructed in a firmer tone and you found yourself dropping the pen you had in your hand. You took the phone back in your hand as you stood up and walked over to the couch where you couldn’t fiddle with anything; Dodger followed, settling by your feet. “How are you, really?” He asked, surely with furrowed brows of deep concern. “I know you don’t want me to worry, but lying to me- that’s even more worrying.”

“What did I lie to you about?”

“Every time I call and ask about you, you tell me you’re fine-”

“And I am-” you interrupted.

“I just talked to Ava and she tells a different story,” he cut you off and you huffed, wishing your best friend would just keep your struggles to herself. “What’s going on? What’s got you so stressed out? It can’t be school, you’re doing so well.” You sighed because you wished you knew. “What can I do to help? Ava said you’re asking for extra shifts, do you need-”

“I don’t need your money, Chris,” you stopped him before he could offer and he sighed. “I’m fine, honestly,” you let out a laugh to lighten the mood. “I’m just- I miss you and not having you around is affecting me a lot more than I thought it would. So don’t worry, I’m fine. School’s great, work’s good, my financial situation is perfect so- don’t worry about me, okay?”

“That’s like telling water not to be wet, darling,” he chuckled and you smiled. “You promise you’ll tell me if something’s up?” You nodded, 'mm-hm-ing’ your response. “That you’ll keep things honest between us?” Another 'mm hm’ left your throat. “That you’ll ask for money if need be?” He winced as he said that because he knew he was trying his luck; you were one of those 'make-my-own-way’ girls. “Y/N?” He quizzed when he heard nothing come from the other end.

“No,” was all you said.

“I can afford to support you,” he reminded you.

“And I can afford to make my own way,” you retorted.

“I know,” he sighed. “I’m just reminding you, in case you get sick of working while studying.” You smiled because he reminded you every chance he could, and while you did appreciate his offer- you couldn’t take it. You knew how it would look and you didn’t want it to look like that, perhaps when you were his wife and not his nineteen year old, student girlfriend. “Are you sure you don’t need anything, baby? Can I at least pay for Dodger? He is living with the two of you, I can-”

“Baby, no,” you chuckled, reaching down to pat your boyfriend’s cute dog who you were more than happy to support for nine months. “Right now, all I need from you is your maximum effort to make Infinity War absolutely amazing.” He chuckled softly, nodding. “Then I need you to come home to me and Dodger because we miss you,” you felt your eyes well as you told him that.

“I miss the two of you too,” his own eyes watered as he reached for the Polaroid photograph he kept on his desk in his trailer. The photo was of the three of you, the morning after you got together; you had a copy too which you kept in your planner. “I’d count the days, but that’s just going to make us both sad.”

“Yeah,” you chuckled with limited humor.

“I’m going to let you go,” he said and you felt yourself sigh. “You need some rest before you go to work,” he explained his leave and you nodded in agreement, running a hand through your hair. “I’ll call you tomorrow and have an actual conversation, okay?”

“Okay,” you nodded.

“I love you,” he ended the conversation like he always did, smiling despite how much his heart ached for you. He wished he could be there with you, hold you and tell you things were going to be okay because you clearly needed that. You lied about being okay, and he knew you were lying, but you were going to work and he didn’t want to put you in a bad mood by calling you out. He was going to save that conversation for another day, when you didn’t have classes or work to go to or worry about.

“I love you too,” you responded then stayed silent until you heard the dial tone. He hung up and you did the same, putting your phone aside. You sighed and buried your face in your hands, only looking up when you felt Dodger nudge his head into your leg. “How do you do it, Dodger?” You asked the pup, cupping his furry face in your hands. “How do you survive without Chris for months on end? Because it’s hard, like- it’s really fucking hard,” you chuckled to stop yourself from crying. Dodger licked your face when you bent over to kiss his forehead, making you smile. “Yeah, I know I’ve got you and Ava.”

Nine months; two down and seven to go.

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Part 2

Imagine browsing through your keepsake box with Chris.

A/N: Part 2 of Memory Lane, yay! It’s a little longer than usual so get comfy. Here are the links to the previous parts: (‘Memory Lane - Part 1’, ‘Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts and Baby Fever - Masterlist’)

You sat on the bed, browsing through your keepsake box filled with your life’s memorabilia. You couldn’t really call it your life’s memorabilia as it mostly consisted of mementos from your relationship with Chris; from the moment the two of you met until- well, now. There were other- some important, mostly trivial- bits and bobs: baby photos, old birthday and holiday cards, concert tickets, out dated passports filled with travel stamps, the key to your first apartment, etcetera; basically anything that reminded you of the best times of your life went into that box.

You enjoyed collecting things; you’d been collecting little mementos since you were a little kid. You’d been called a hoarder numerous times by several members of your family and friends, but you didn’t care. It was nice to be able to look back at different times of your life and reminisce; it also helped you feel less alone when Chris was away, and vice versa. It had also become tradition for the two of you to bring something back for each other, to add to the box after being away for work. Your last trip to London had you bring back a sweet postcard and a miniature black cab, whereas Chris added to the collection his air ticket- the one that brought him home to you a week early- and a miniature Captain America shield; a token from the cast and crew congratulating the two of you on your son.

“I’m curious.” You looked up as Chris exited the bathroom, wiping his hands with a towel. “Why didn’t you just call a plumber about the sink?” He raised an eyebrow and you shrugged. “So you’ve just been living with a leaky sink for five months? That’s very unlike you, Miss Perfectionist.” He teased and you chuckled.

“It only broke the other night,” you defended your perfectionist trait. “I was going to call a plumber, but then Captain America popped up on my doorstep.” You smiled when he chuckled, draping the hand towel on the back of a chair. “God,” you leaned into him and rested your head on his chest when he sat down and wrapped an arm around you. “I’ve missed you so much that I don’t even care that you’re all dirty from fixing the sink.”

“I’m not that dirty,” he chuckled, pressing his lips to your hair.

“Dirty enough,” you retorted playfully and he chuckled again. “Did the Russo brothers really let you go early, or did you lie and sneak off?” You looked up at him and asked. “I mean- Infinity War’s a huge movie, there is no way they could afford giving you pre-leave.”

“I may have told them you were going into labour early,” he said with a wince. You laughed because you knew he was joking. “No,” he chuckled. “They really let me go early. Remember when I FaceTimed you the other week? Seb came in because they were looking for me?” You nodded. “Well, they wanted to move my scenes forward so I could film them all and get home to you. Seb wasn’t lying when he said everyone was working double time,” he told you and you smiled. “The code word on set was Baby Cap. Whenever anyone got distracted, we used that to remind everyone that I had a pregnant wife waiting on me at home.”

“You work with some amazing people.”

“Yes I do,” he nodded. “I think it helps that you know Kevin Feigi and are friends with most of the cast, I feel like they were doing it more for you than me.” He admitted and you chuckled. “You know, if think about it-” he chuckled, “Marvel’s played a huge part in making our relationship what it is. I mean- we wouldn’t have even met if it weren’t for Captain America.”

“Remember how we met?” You asked and he nodded, chuckling. You sat up straight, leaned forward and reached for the Starbucks paper coaster that you’d scribbled your award winning screenplay ideas almost seven years ago.

“I remember how grateful you were when I gave you your coaster back,” he chuckled, taking the coaster from you. “I can’t believe that I was the reason you got that Oscar. You really should be more careful with your ideas,” he bopped your head with the coaster and you giggled.

“Can you believe it’s only been seven years?” You asked as you took the coaster back from him, smiling at your mini mind map that probably made no sense to anyone else who looked at it. “It seems like a lifetime ago.”

“Really?” He rested his chin on your shoulder. “'Cause I can remember it like it was yesterday.”
• • • • • • • •
Chris smiled as he watched the pretty girl in the red knitted scarf from the counter; you were furiously scribbling away on a paper coaster. The more he watched you, the more adorable he found you. You were clearly in the zone, working on something important, yet somehow you still had the time to pause to scrunch your face at the orange Gummi Bears and pick them out from the bag. He chuckled when he saw you pinch a red one from the bag, squishing it between your thumb and index while smiling to yourself.

“You’re definitely going to win me an Oscar.” You whispered to your coaster then smiled, drawing a small doodle of yourself holding an Oscar at the bottom of the square. “So cute,” you giggled to yourself then stopped when your phone buzzed.

Chris raised an eyebrow when he saw your eyes widen. You scrambled to your feet and frantically gathered your things, pushing them off the table into your open bag. You were in such a rush that you didn’t notice your coaster had not made it into your bag, but onto the floor instead. As you rushed out of the door, Chris saw the scribbled coaster on the floor. He picked it up and rushed out to look for you but you were gone, he sighed and glanced down at the tightly filled square. He smiled when he saw what you were working on, it wasn’t because he understood what you were writing- it was because your notes were visually appealing; your handwriting was cute and neatly printed, and everything was color coded. The best part about that small card was your doodles, the girl with the Oscar catching his eye. He didn’t know if he’d ever see you again or if he’d ever have the chance to return it to you, but he was definitely going to hold onto it just in case.
• • • • • • • •
You poked at your salad and sighed; your appetite completely gone after realizing you’d lost the coaster you’d scribbled your ideas on. You could probably remember some of what you wrote but it wasn’t going to be as good as it was the first time. You sighed again and heard Kevin chuckle; you looked up and winced when you realized you were being a total bummer.

“Sorry Kevin,” you chuckled softly. “I’m not being good company, am I?” He chuckled and shrugged, not wanting to agree with you because he didn’t want to hurt your feelings. “I just-” you huffed. “There were some really good ideas on that coaster and-” You cut yourself off, groaning. “I should’ve just written it in my phone like I usually do but I just bought these really cool pens and- You know what,” you cut yourself off. “It’s fine, I’ll come up with something else.”

“I’m sure you will, and I’m certain it’ll be better.” Kevin tried to comfort you. “Your parents called me the other day,” he began and you rolled your eyes, biting back your knowing smile. “Hence why we’re having lunch,” he continued with a light chuckle. “They’re worried about you, Y/N.”

“Of course they did,” you chuckled. “Why else would a busy man like you schedule a lunch with me when you’ve got a Captain America movie to make?” You quizzed and he chuckled. “I’m perfectly fine, Kevin. I’ve just been too busy with work to call or fly home.”

“Or socialize in any way,” he added and you sighed because you’ve heard it all before. “Y/N, you’re a successful twenty-four year old screen wright in Hollywood. You are constantly being invited to red carpet events and after parties with actors and directors and producers who could be perfect for you. Just pull yourself away from your laptop, put on a dress and go meet a guy.”

“My parents seriously called you to tell me to get a boyfriend?”

“I was the only one in the neighborhood,” he shrugged then smiled when you chuckled. “I care about you, kid. I want to see you happy, and though I know your work makes you happy- you need more than work. You’re twenty-four but you won’t be forever, it’s time you start thinking about your future.” You opened your mouth to protest but he cut you off, “personal life wise, not career wise.”

“Fine,” you chuckled. “If it’ll make all of you feel better, I’ll start looking for the love-” You were cut off when a oddly familiar male voice called out. You and Kevin looked up and you realized why you found the voice so familiar, it was Chris Evans; otherwise known as the actor who dawned the role of Captain America.

“It’s you,” Chris smiled at you- much to your confusion- as he strolled over with Robert Downey Jr.; he and Kevin looked about as confused as you because you’d never met Chris Evans before. “Who would’ve thought I’d run into you here.”

“You know him, Y/N?” Robert asked you with narrowed eyes.

“I know he’s Captain America but- I’ve never met him before,” you answered. “I’m sorry, have we met?” You asked Chris; he shook his head, chuckling. “But you know me?” You asked, the confusion increased in your voice.

“Yeah,” Chris nodded. “And I think this belongs to you.” He passed the coaster over to you and you face lit up, making Chris smile. “I didn’t fold it ‘cause you look like the kind of person who would find a crease annoying.” You looked up at him and chuckled. “I didn’t think I was going to run into you so soon though.”

“And I didn’t think I was ever going to see my coaster again, let alone have Captain America bring it to me,” you told him with a light laugh. “I was a little lost without this, it’s kind of my next project. So thank you,” you nodded gratefully at him.

“Save the thank you for your Oscar speech,” Chris responded and you were slightly taken aback by his vote of confidence considering he didn’t know anything about you. “I don’t know what you’re writing but- I have a feeling it’s going to be a winner.”

“Just like this pairing,” Kevin mumbled under his breath, smiling at you and Chris; Robert had the same knowing smile on his face as he glanced between the two of you. The two of you would’ve noticed if you weren’t so busy smiling at each other. “Why don’t you two join us for lunch?”
• • • • • • • •
“Who would’ve thought that one lunch would change our whole lives?” You asked Chris as he rested his hand on the swell of your belly, smiling. “And add another life to this world.” You rested your hand on top of his, both your wedding rings glistening in the sunlight.

“Me,” he said softly. “I knew from the moment I laid eyes on you that you were going to change my entire life,” he told you and you felt your eyes well with tears. “I was going to hunt you down with that coaster, like Prince Charming hunted Cinderella down with the glass slipper. You were something special, Y/N. I didn’t have to know you to know that, I could feel it.”

“You know I’m meant to be the writer in the relationship, right?” You quipped and he laughed. “I love you,” you told him as you leaned in, your lips inches away from his. “More than I’ll ever love another being.”

“Remember that when our son comes along,” he whispered then kissed you.

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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.”

“Chris-”

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.