prompt: Maybe something with prompt nine where Chris (Evans) gets home from a really hard day at work and he's really angry and maybe hits a wall or something and he scares the reader really badly so she locks herself in the guest room. Maybe with a really fluffy comforting ending?
prompt 9: "God I'm so angry I could just hit someone."
warnings: angry chris, scared reader, angsty at the beginning but fluffy ending, pet name (baby)
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Chris wasn't the kind of guy who got angry very often. Or, at least, he didn't express his anger that often, not in a physical way. No, he was more of a clipped tone, cold shoulder, passive aggressive sort of guy. You'd never heard him raise his voice in anger before. In celebration? Sure. In moments of passion? Of course. But anger? Never.
So, when he came home, shouting about some stupid thing that had happened while he took Dodger for a walk, it shocked you. You'd never seem him like that before. Never had you experienced the huffs and the puffs, the wild eyes, the red-tinged face as he shouted, spit flying from his mouth. You didn't know what he was upset about, but you almost didn't want to know. You didn't like this side of him, not one bit. And then he said the words that made you want to run and hide.
"God, I'm so angry I could just hit someone!" he snapped, his fist slamming down on the kitchen counter, the dishes you were trying to wash rattling at the force.
And you did. Run and hide.
You weren't sure if he actually meant what he said but, as the only other person in the house, you weren't about to see if he did mean it. You ran up the stairs in the guest bedroom, slamming the door shut and clicking the lock, before sliding down onto the floor. You clutched at your heart, taking deep breaths to try and steady yourself, bring yourself back down from the panic.
But when you heard Chris's footfalls a few minutes later, the calm you were starting to feel again shot back up into anxiety. He jiggled the doorknob, before sighing as he realized he couldn't get in.
"Hey, baby, can you let me in please?"
He sounded...not angry, anymore. Like himself, but sadder, apologetic.
"You're not gonna hit me?" You didn't mean to ask it, but your panic was making you spiral, and you supposed knowing the answer to that was the only thing that would determine if that door got opened or not.
"No, I'm not. And I never should've said that. I promise I didn't mean to scare you. I was just upset about someone tryin' to take Dodger while we were on our walk. But I was so wrong for taking it out on you. Please, forgive me. I wanna make this right."
You looked up at the doorknob, shifting, before reaching up and unlocking the door. On the other side, he twisted it and pushed it open, before sinking onto his knees in front of you.
"I'm so sorry, baby. I didn't mean to lose it...I don't ever want to be like that, 'specially not around you."
You leaned forward, snaking your arms around his neck, burying your face in the crook of it, inhaling the calming scent of his cologne. "It's okay. I-I just got spooked. I know you'd never do anything to hurt me."
"Good," he said, kissing the top of your head. "Because you're everything I've ever wanted, and I never want to lose you over something so stupid."
You looked up at him, smiling softly. "How 'bout we go put on a movie and cuddle? Have a nice night in. Watch Oliver and Company."
