Elizabeth Olsen's Bodyguard

Chapter 3

Y/N POV

You arrive at the party and Ms. Olsen tells you, that you're free until she calls you. You nod and watch, as she enters the big Mansion, that must be Robert Downey Junior's.
Jesus you are standing in front of RDJ's home? You never thought that something like that would have happen. But what are you supposed to do now? Here isn't really much around you. Robert seems to like to live in peace without noisy or loud neighbors. As you yawn, you realize how tired you are. Still feeling the jetlag, you decide to take a nap and get back in the car. In the army you learnt how to fall asleep whenever and wherever you want, because there wasn't always time for it. As soon as you close your eyes, you are already sleeping.

You wake up to the noise of someone knocking at the window. Rubbing your eyes, you open the door.
"Ms. Olsen? Are you ready to go?", you ask with a raspy voice.
"Actually no, not yet." Her breath freezes in the cold air of the night and forms little clouds. "I wanted to ask you if you want to come inside. I don't really want you to be in the cold for that long."
"Oh uh, that's okay. I'm used to worse. The desert can be freezing at night. Plus, I don't think I fit in well, I mean, it's a party for celebrities.", you answer.
"Noo, it's party for friends.", she replies.
"And I don't have any friends in there. Ms. Olsen, it's fine, seriously, I'm just going to turn on the heater."
She tilts her head. Then she reaches out your hand. Unsure of what to do, you take it. She shakes it.
"Hi, I'm Lizzie.", she smiles at you. "So here you go. We're friends now. Now get out of the car. I'm freezing." Before you could protest, she pulls you out and drags you to the front door.
"Just walk around and talk to some people. Most of them are already drunk, so talking shouldn't be a problem. You fought in a war, you are not afraid of a few celebrities, are you?" And with that she shoves you inside and makes her way back to her friends.
You stand there for a couple of seconds and then decide to wander through the house. It's huge, so there's a lot to see.

An hour later you are talking to some of the guests. You feel extremely underdressed, but the people here are actually nice.
"So, how do you know, Robert?", one of the men asks.
"I don't. I'm Ms. Olsen's bodyguard and she didn't want me to wait outside in the cold, so she brought me here.", you answer honestly.
"Bodyguard, huh? You're wearing a uniform. Did you serve?"
"Yes, sir. I was in the army for seven years, I spend three of them in Afghanistan."
"Wow, you can be proud of yourself. I think it's pretty brave to be in the military."
"Thanks sir, I-", your smartwatch vibrates at your wrist. You take a look and see that it's blinking red. Ms. Olsen must have pressed the emergency button. What the hell could have happened?!
"Uhm, sorry I have to go.", you excuse yourself and practically sprint out of the room. You search room for room and look frantically for Ms. Olsen. Finally, you find her in the corner of what it seems to be a billiard room. She stands there, a glass of champagne in her hand, laughing with her friends. No danger. What. The. Hell.
You walk up to her furiously. Out of breath from all the running you stop in front of her.
"Ms. Olsen.", you pause. "You must have accidentally pressed the emergency button on your watch."
"I told you, Lizzie is fine. And no, I did it on purpose. I want to introduce you to my friends.", she replies.
"It's an emergency button! I ran through the whole house looking for you! I – I was worried."
She realizes how upset you are and says softly: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you. I'll call you next time."
You nod. "Thanks."
Only now you notice the two women standing next to Lizzie, who witnessed your whole lashing out on her.
Wow, what a way to make a first impression. They probably think, you're crazy now. You scold yourself internally and clear your throat.
"Uhm, I'm sorry. It's just that there where I've been, an emergency alarm means a high risk of death.  And if you are not fast enough, someone's dead.", you try to apologize.
"It's alright. We get that.", one of the women says.
"Scarlett, Florence this is Colonel Y/l/n.", Lizzie introduces you to them, as if you didn't already know them. These three women are literally your favorite actresses.
"Please, just Y/N. If I can call you Lizzie, you should not name me by my rank in the army. Plus, I'm not in the army anymore, so there is no need for a title.", your glance shifts from Lizzie to the other women. "Nice to meet you.", you shake their hands.
"Likewise.", Scarlett says.
"Nice to meet you too.", Florence smiles.
"So, Lizzie told us, you came back from Afghanistan recently. How does it feel to be back?", Scarlett asks.
"I still have to get used to it. The city hasn't really changed in those three years, it's like I wasn't even gone. But I was and a lot has changed for me in this time. I guess, I just have to adjust to the city again. The food is a lot better here, so that's a start.", you chuckle.
Scarlett nods. "A friend of mine was in the Navy and when he came back, he struggled to get his old life back. He wasn't the same, he was, when he left. It felt wrong for him trying to be the same person again. But he figured it out. So, if you need any help, don't hesitate to give me a call and I can give you his number. Sometimes it's easier to talk to people, who experienced the same.", she offers.
"Yeah, thank you. Maybe I'll come back to that.", you reply, although you are almost a 100 % sure, that you won't do it. You hate talking about Afghanistan.
"So, you are all here to shoot a movie?", you try to change the topic.
"Yeah, I came back from the UK three days ago.", Florence answers.
"But don't you usually film in Atlanta?"
"I thought you don't really watch Marvel movies?", Lizzie asks.
"I said, I didn't watch all of them. But I would say the most important ones."
"Uh-huh. Well, you are right. We usually film in Atlanta, but we do some scenes here in LA."

You talk for a while longer, until Lizzie asks you to drive her home.
"I'm sorry again for earlier.", you apologize, as you open the door for her. "I didn't mean to lash out on you like that. I was just-"
"Scared?", she finishes your sentence.
"Yeah."
"It's okay, really, there is nothing you have to apologize for."
You nod and get in the car.
It was already well past midnight and the road was completely empty. You glance at the rearview mirror and take a look at Lizzie. She's looking out of the window. Her face lights up every time you pass a streetlamp and her long lashes cast a shadow on her cheekbones.
"I don't have to work tomorrow.", she states and breaks the silence.
"Okay.", you simply answer.
"I want to go shopping."
"Alright, shopping we go!"
You drive her home and make sure, that she's really inside the house, before you leave to your apartment.