Chris Evans Imagines

Chris Evans: Everything Happens For a Reason

"Alright, back to places, everyone! Let's quickly wrap this home and get some rest," director Anthony Russo instructed everyone.

You sighed and took a small sip of water. It was only two in the afternoon, but you were already feeling sore, and it felt like it had already been a long day. Actually, it had been a long week, constant callings here and there for interviews, fan conventions for your amazing but sometimes scary fans, and filmings that had been filling up your schedule with no rest. You were feeling a little burned out. Nevertheless, you went back to your place where you were about to do a jump stunt along with your co-star and secret boyfriend, Chris Evans. Because of your packed schedule and, obviously, Chris's full schedule since he was much more of an upscale actor than you were, it had been a while since you and he had some alone time to yourselves. You were both beyond grateful that you got a project to work on together so that you could at least see each other despite the very full week. But that didn't mean you both got to fulfill each other's desired cuddles.

"You ready?" he asked casually while adjusting his harness to get in a more comfortable position.

"Yep," you replied, smiling, and Chris gave you a slight squeeze on the shoulder.

"Is everything alright? Nothing is pinching you?" Julia, the stunt and props assistant, asked you while double-checking your harness.

"Yeah, everything is good," you assured Julia, and she gave you a small smile, stepped back, and gave director Anthony a thumbs up.

"Alright, lights, camera, action!" he announced, and the cameras started rolling. You and Chris started running, putting up a fierce face, and as you saw the platform coming to an end, you readied yourself for a long jump while keeping up your pace. But oh dear heaven, something must have gone wrong with the harness while you were running. Too late! You took a jump and felt the harness pitch your thighs, and the hook attached to your right hip disconnected, leaving you to fall faster and crash on your right. Fortunately, there was a thick mattress to support your fall. However, you fell too quickly and unbalance that you felt the shift of your weight on your right hip.

"Cut!" Anthony shouted as he realized what had happened. "(Y/n), are you okay?"

"(Y/n)!" a wide-eyed Chris quickly stood up from his fall and approached you. "I'm fine," you said and tried to shake it off, but as you tried to push yourself up, you fall back down. "Shit."

"Dear god, you are not fine," Chris said with stress in his voice.

The staffs started to swarm over you, and it was getting embarrassing. Not only did you cause a whole scene while filming with perfectly safe equipment, but it seemed like the filming had to be pushed because you either sprained or bruised your hips and perhaps your thighs.

"Can you stand up?" Chris asked you as he guided you upwards.

You hissed while trying to stand up, definitely feeling the pain on your hips and your left ankle. How the hell did your ankle get affected? And you became an action star for some reason, christ.

"I don't think she can go on like this," one of the staff members said out loud, loud enough for the directors to hear him.

You felt terrible. Now everything had to be pushed because of you. The time, the energy, and money, dear god why was this happening.

"No, I think I can still film this scene. I just have to fall anyway. I am fine, really," you insisted, not wanting to delay the shooting because of yourself.

"Quit being ridiculous. You can't even stand by yourself," Chris said, gripping your arms tighter for more support.

"I am not. We can't push the filming because of me."

"It's fine, (y/n). You look in so much pain. We'll try to wrap up scenes with the others, and we can just use stunt doubles. Chris, you should go get some rest too. We'll call you when we need you again," Anthony assured you, but his voice was strained.

"I am so sorry, everyone," you apologized before leaving the set to your trailer with Chris guiding you all the way.

You both entered your trailer, and you sat on the couch, feeling a tiny bit better because of its softness.

"I am so sorry, (y/n)," Chris apologized while rubbing his hand on his face out of frustration.

"What for?" you asked, confused.

"I am the reason you're hurt," he explained with his face filled with guilt.

"What?" you asked dumbfounded. "I fell the wrong way. That's why I am hurt. I must have positioned my lower body the wrong way, and the harness slipped."

"No, but as we were falling, I tried to grab you instinctively, but you slipped out of my hands, and I think that's why the harness went wrong."

"You tried to grab me?" you questioned him. "But I did not feel anything. If you grabbed me, I must have felt something."

He shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe you didn't feel it cause you were falling or the damned costume is too thick."

He sighed deeply and positioned himself in front of you, and lowered himself to a squat. He grabbed your hands, which were not at all small but in his, it was tiny and played with your fingers. "I am so sorry."

"Stop apologizing. I am fine. It's probably just a bruise, plus you grabbing me shouldn't have had a big effect on the harness," you tried to assure him.

He didn't say anything and just stared at your fingers while playing with them and his face was plastered with guilt and regret. You smiled sadly and lifted his chin upwards so that he could face you. "I am okay, I promise."

You then gave him a peck on the lips. That seemed to have reassured him a little bit because he smiled, but it was only momentary because he went back to playing with your fingers.

"Come sit down beside me," you patted the empty space on the couch.

Chris reluctantly stood up and sat beside you, and you shifted closer to him. You tried not to wince at the pain when you were moving so that your overprotective boyfriend wouldn't stress himself to death. And thank god he did not notice because he was busying playing with his nail over the stress.

"I told you I'm fine," you said and linked your arms to his and placed your head on his shoulders. Chris relaxed a little with your skinship but still continued to shake his legs.

"You know, the more you stress about it, the more in pain I will be," you said, and Chris looked at you with more worry on his face. "You stressing hurts my fragile heart."

You gave Chris a cheeky smile, and he had no choice but to smile along. It was a good line, a classic, always will be.

Chris pulled you in closer, and it seemed that he was less stressed about the whole situation. Maybe he finally decided to believe that it wasn't his fault that you were hurt and that you were really fine. Although you probably needed to head to a doctor or at least apply some hot compress on the pain. But for now, this was okay. You felt instantly better in his arms. You were both sweaty and sticky from the heat of the set, but it was nice to be cuddled in his arms.

That's why they say things happen for a reason. You needed to get hurt so that you and your boyfriend could finally have some cuddle time that you both needed. Recovering from your hopefully not-so-damaged hip would be a problem for future (y/n). 

A/N: Hello, everyone! It's been quite a while since an update and I apologize. I've actually been focused on editing the previous chapters because when I read them I saw so many errors. I am hoping they do not have errors anymore but if you guys do spot one please feel free to comment or DM me! I feel this chapter is really short but cute heheh :)). Anyway, this was another request from cevansmarvel and I hope you guys enjoyed it as well. 

Requests are open again because I've finished editing the chapters for now. Lastly, the amount of support in this fiction has been so amazing; we're already at 34.k reads and 439 votes :0. Thank you guys so much! Please stay safe, wear a mask, and wash your hands :)).