Y/N! Don’t do this! We have to be at set in an hour and it’s gonna be a long
day for both of us if we don’t quit yelling at each other.”
“No, you have to be at set in an hour! I should already
“Then just go!”
“Fine!” You slammed the door shut behind you, leaving Chris
alone in your shared home. Stress was high in the Evans household, to say the
least. Captain America: Civil War was just wrapping up shooting, and both you
and Chris were crumbling under the added pressure, him being the star of it and
constantly worrying over if it would do well or not, and you being the
co-producer of the movie and also worrying if it would do well or not. They
were never big fights, just small, meaningless ones that quickly escalated.
They always resolved themselves at the end of the day though.
You flashed your badge and smiled at a security guard who was
roaming the set, watching for any fans that had somehow jumped the fence to get
in. “Hey, Y/N!” Kevin waved you over and you gave him a small smile and walked
over to him and a couple of the special effect editors. “Check this out, we’re
giving Ms. Maximoff her powers!” You watched as the familiar red aura began to
float between Elizabeth’s (or Wanda’s) hands. You couldn’t deny it, adding the
special effects when everything begins to finish up is your favorite part. You
smiled and praised the editors and began to walk away when Kevin jogged up to
you. “Hey, you okay? Where’s Chris?”
You slumped your shoulders, “Chris and I have been fighting a
lot lately, nothing serious, but with the added pressure of finishing up the
movie, tension’s been a little high. I’m surprised neither of us have gone to
live with a friend for a day or two. He’s on his way, though.”
Kevin winced, “Ouch, sorry Y/N. Do you need some time off?”
You quickly shook your head, “No, no! Working is exactly what I
need so I don’t mope around all day. I’m just looking forward to wrapping this
up and doing the press tours and interviews.” You smiled.
“Well, lucky for you, there’s only two more weeks of this, and
if the stress starts getting too much to handle, take a day off, Y/N, you
deserve it.” Kevin said with sincerity. You smiled and thanked him, and went on
your way to talk to Anthony and Joe about the plan for today.
“We’re doing the helicopter scene with Sebastian and Chris,
taking a lunch break, and then starting the airport scene with Chris,
Sebastian, Paul, Elizabeth, Jeremy, and Anthony if we have time. It should be a
short day. Speaking of Evans, where is he?”
You groaned at Chris’s irresponsibility, and excused yourself
from the brothers to call him.
“Hello?” Chris’s voice rang through the line.
“Where are you?” You all but seethed at him.
You heard him scoff.
“Relax. I’m five minutes away. I brought Dodger to
doggy day-care. Not that you would rememb-.” You hung up on him before he could
finish that sentence and shoved your phone in your pocket.
You were walking around the cast and greeting the cast
when all of a sudden, a hand smacked your ass. You sharply turned on your foot
and saw Chris towering above you, with his signature smirk and boy, did you
wanna slap it off of him. You smiled stiffly at him, trying to be civil
(hah, get it?) with him in front of all your co-workers. “Joe and Anthony need
you, you’re late.”
“What am I shooting?”
“Helicopter scene with Sebastian.” He bent down and
gave you a kiss on the cheek, placing one hand on your belly and the other on
the small of your back. “Kiss-ass.”
“Only if you want me to!” He yelled, walking away to
“Are you sure I can’t take my shirt off for this?”
“Chris, no, it wouldn’t make any sense.” Joe said.
Chris dramatically rolled his eyes at him and laughed, getting back into
position. You and Kevin were situated on your chairs right next to Joe and
Anthony. You watched Chris as his biceps flexed with the “pull” of the
helicopter, but it didn’t go unnoticed, because when they called cut, he sent
you a flirty wink. You flipped him off and Kevin laughed beside you.
“Damn, you’re really giving him hell, Y/N.”
“He’ll get over it, I decided to be nice and record
the Pats game for him while we’re at work,” you checked your phone. “And it
looks like they won, so he’ll be in an even better mood. I’m going to go grab
lunch, do you want me to bring you back something?”
“You got it.” you began to walk away, ready to get
something in your stomach when Chris stepped in front of you. You looked up at
him with an expecting look.
“I have a proposal for you, or us.”
“I’m pretty sure we did this 4 years ago.” You said, holding up your wedding ring.
“No, not that kind of proposal, something else.”
“I don’t wanna hear it right now, we’ll talk about it
tonight.” You tried side stepping him but he grabbed onto your arm and when you
looked back at him, he looked desperate.
“C’mon baby, please. We’re both tired and stressed, we
need a vacation. I say we go back to where it all started. We’ll either find
some time off now or wait until shooting’s done and we can head up to
“I’m sorry, Kanga-what?” Robert piped in, seeming to
get caught up in word that just left Chris’s mouth. You laughed at his confused
“Kancamangus Highway, it’s in New Hampshire, it’s
famous for its scenery, that’s where Chris and I met,” you laughed. Robert mumbled a small ‘oh’ and curtly
nodded, before heading on his way again. “Anyways, you were saying?”
“We find a space in our schedules, head up there for a
couple days or a week. We can spend the days by the rivers, splashing around or
reading, we’ll find a hotel for the nights and take advantage of the
continental breakfast in the mornings. Let’s just go back to where it all
started; where we started.”
It was around 11 p.m. when the car skidded to a stop.
You looked at your friend, Lisa, who had been driving and she groaned. “I think
the car just died.” You looked at her incredulously.
“Are you serious? We’re on a highway in New Hampshire,
5 hours from home and 32 miles from the nearest gas station. Tell me your
phone’s at least alive.” She looked at her phone.
“Nope,” she said, popping the ‘p’. “Alright, let’s
just stay calm, we’ll get out of the car, sit on the hood and hopefully someone
will drive by and help us.”
“Or murder us.”
“You always have such a positive outlook.” You rolled
your eyes, you were tired as hell and wanted nothing more than to get back to
your hotel, which was off the exit of the excessively long highway.
“Where even are we?”
You guys sat on the hood of the car for what felt like
an hour, even though it had only been twenty minutes. You slapped your friend’s
shoulder when you saw headlights, but quickly stiffened up just in case they
weren’t exactly friendly with you. A truck pulled up next to you and the
passenger rolled down his window. “You guys need any help?”
“Our car died and our phones are dead, so clearly
death is a common theme tonight if you decide to kill us.” Lisa laughed. The
guy laughed, too.
“Well we won’t kill ya, but we can help,” You stared
at the guy’s face, he looked so familiar, but you couldn’t place where you knew
him from. “Chris?”
The driver and passenger got out of the car and each
of them shook your hands, the passenger introducing himself as Sebastian, and
the driver introducing himself as Chris. “It’s nice to meet you, even if it
isn’t under your ideal circumstances.” Chris said to you. You smiled.
“Trust me, I don’t mind. I’m Y/N.” Chris smiled back at you and
Sebastian came up behind him, patting a hand on his shoulder.
“Triple A said they can’t have someone out here until
at least another two hours.” Chris winced at his friend’s words.
“Well, we’d hate to leave you out here by yourselves.
Have you guys had anything to eat?” You and Lisa shook your heads. Sebastian
and Chris looked at each other.
“There’s an all night diner about 10 miles back, do
you guys want to grab something to eat until someone can pick up your car?”
Lisa spoke before you could, and with one look at her, you knew exactly what
she was doing. She was practically undressing Sebastian with her eyes and you
swear he had been doing the same.
“We’d love to.”
The diner was mediocre, but it was better than sitting
outside by the car and waiting for someone to come and get you. Sebastian had
let Lisa charge her phone using his car charger, and your phone was still dead
in your pocket. As Sebastian and Lisa talked, Chris looked over to you. “So
since they’re so wrapped up in conversation, what do you do?”
“ I actually just graduated college with a masters in
theatre production. I start an internship at Marvel Studios. I’ll be working
for Kevin Fiege and hopefully it’ll go from there.”
“No way.” Chris laughed.
“I’m Chris Evans, you’ll be producing my movie,” your
jaw dropped. “Captain America, at your service, ma’am.” You and him laughed.
“Well it’s an honor, I’m very sorry your first
impression of me will go along the lines of pissed off at my friend and looking
for a ride,” You smirked at him and he returned it. “So should I know him as well?” You whispered, leaning
forward on the table, not wanting Sebastian to hear and seem rude to him.
“That’s Sebastian Stan, he’s from a lot of movies,
you’ll see him in my movie too. He plays Bucky Barnes.” You nodded slowly.
“Is he in Hot Tub Time Machine?” You asked, kicking an
eyebrow. Chris laughed and nodded his head. “I knew he looked familiar.”
“Well have you seen me anywhere else?” You stared at
him long and hard. You had seen him somewhere
else. Where had you seen him?
“You were in the Fantastic Four movies. And I believe
you were also in Scott Pilgrim vs. The World.” Chris nodded.
“I was in more, but I don’t expect you to know them.
Maybe we can talk more about that over dinner one night, you know, after you
have a running car.” He laughed.
You blushed, but with a certain new-found confidence,
“Dinner it is, trying to get on the producer’s good side?”
“Well you don’t see me asking Kevin Fiege out on a
date, so maybe you’re a special one.” You smiled slyly at him.
End of flashback
“Call it a done deal.”
“Is the car packed up?”
“Dodger’s at your mom’s house?”
“Did you make sure we have the hotel reservations?”
“Yes, you need to stop worrying. I got this.” Chris
said, placing his hands on your arms and looking down at you.
“Says the guy who can’t tie his own tie,” You mumbled,
lifting yourself into Chris’s truck, a hand slapping your ass as you climbed
up. He closed the door once you were fully inside and came around to the
driver’s side, easily sliding in next to you. “You know, you really should be
more considerate of your wife’s height, not everyone can be 6 feet tall.” He
laughed at your complaint.
mean when you don’t have coffee.”
It was four hours into the car ride, you had your feet up
on the dash and was happily sipping on your iced coffee you had gotten from the
Dunkin Donuts you had just passed. You looked over at Chris, who had one hand
on the wheel and the other on your thigh. He caught you staring.
“How long it’s been since we’ve done this; got away from
everything for a bit.”
“I believe the last time we did this was our honeymoon.
Which was 4 years ago. It’s been awhile, huh?”
“We’ve been quite the busy couple.” You said, a small
laugh escaping your lips, you continued looking out the window, enjoying the scenic
views of New Hampshire. It was late August, the leaves were just beginning to
change and it was the perfect temperature, especially for New England. You
smiled when you saw the exit for Kancamangus Highway and a rush of memories
came over you.
You and Chris were
sitting on the edge of the bed of his truck, watching as Lisa and Sebastian
were really hitting it off. You sipped at the beer that you guys had bought
after your late dinner, and Chris spoke up. “So, how far are you from home?”
“Trying to get rid of
me already?” I laughed. “But about 5 hours. We live in upstate New York, we’re
staying in a hotel off the exit.”
“We could’ve driven you
back there if you wanted, that’s no problem.” Chris laughed back.
“Well, I was going to
suggest that, but the way Lisa was eye-fucking Sebastian, I knew that was out
of the question. Besides, you’re not all bad company.” You nudged him with my
shoulder. He smiled.
“Do you have a
“So I can do this.” And
then his lips were on yours and yours were on his and wow did he have good lips.
He pulled you closer with his hand wrapped around the back of your neck and one
gripping your hip. When he pulled away after what felt like only a moment, he
looked at you for any sign of doubt or disinterest. When he found none, you
were the one to pull him back into you, twisting him over your body as you
leaned back into the bed of the truck.
The kiss was quickly getting
heated until you heard Sebastian yell, “How come they’re kissing and we’re not?”
You pulled away and laughed at how Sebastian was pouting and watched as Lisa
pulled him in harshly. Chris shielded your eyes.
“At least we didn’t
End of flashback
You were pulled out of your thoughts when you heard Chris’s
door slam shut, only for yours to be opened twenty seconds later. He grabbed
your hand and helped you down from the obnoxiously high truck. You looked
around, breathing in your surroundings. He had brought you to the exact spot
your car broke down, with the small clearing in the woods that opened up to a
shallow river with rocks lining the sides. God, it was even more beautiful in
broad daylight, you and Chris had only seen it at night, but it was certainly one
night worth remembering.
Your husband set up two beach chairs on the rocks,
directly overlooking the river. “Do you think it’s moose season?”
You shrugged, “Do moose even have a season?” You sat down
in the rainbow striped beach chair and let the sunshine warm up your body. You
didn’t realize how cold your skin was from Chris blasting the A/C. He sat down
beside you and took your hand, bringing it up to his lips and kissing the
“Man, have I missed this.” He breathed.
“Missed what, exactly?”
“Traveling with you, getting away with you, having date
night whether it’s at a 5-star restaurant or on our couch watching a movie in
our pajamas. I miss you. I’m sorry we’ve been fighting so much, we both have a
lot on our plate but I think we take for granted that we’re on the same boat as
far as movies go. You’re my best friend, I couldn’t ask for anyone else to
share these experiences with and man, am I lucky to call you my wife. I love
you, Y/N.” You smiled and bit your lip, leaning over the arm of your chair and placing
your hand on his.
“I love you too, Christopher Robert Evans.” You gave him
a long, sweet kiss and when you pulled away, you guys sat in a comfortable
silence. Holding each other’s hands as you watched the sun sink under the
horizon until darkness enveloped you.
“You want to head to the hotel, get settled for the
“Sure.” You grabbed the beach chair and folded it up,
walking back to the truck to throw it in the back. Chris did the same with his,
again helping you into the passenger seat, closing your door, and getting into
the driver’s seat. He put the key in the ignition and the car didn’t roar to
life per usual.
“How crazy would it be if the truck died this time
around?” You widened your eyes at him, watching as he stared at you with a look
you couldn’t quite read before he burst out laughing. “I’m kidding! I put the
wrong key in!” You slapped his thigh and rolled your eyes at him, but you
couldn’t hide your smile at his joke.
You stood in front of the mirror in your hotel room, the
short satin robe hugging your curves, but hanging open in the front, showing
the black lace bra and underwear. You tousled your hair and touched up your
makeup. You even shaved your legs. Your eyes flicked to the door when you heard
it being unlocked, and you leaned against the large pillar that was placed 10
feet in front of the door and crossed your arms. Chris walked in with large
brown paper bags.
“Hey babe, I got Chinese takeout from down the street,
they even had that weird chicken you- woah.” Chris finally looked up from the
lock on the door.
“Remember how we said we were both a little stressed?”
You smirked at him. Chris slowly placed the food down on the counter, and
within seconds had your legs wrapped around his waist, kissing the tops of your
breasts as he walked you two to the bedroom.
“Have I mentioned that I missed this already?”
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