Just a Hair Stylist - Chris Evans story \\✔️

Chapter forty-one

You could tell Sebastian was intrigued by your problem. And by the way he kept side eying you, he was curious to know why you couldn't just back out of the whole HYDRA shirt situation. You wished you had been able to explain more before Chris made it back to the table. Now that you had opened that particular can of worms, it was just begging to be spilled. You were a little anxious, sitting next to Chris, chewing on the inside of your lip when he wasn't looking but Sebastian was. There had to be a way to pull this off and keep you in both Frank and Chris' good graces.

After your meal, you stuck with the team and followed along with the herd of security, organizers, and reps for the day to the next photocall. The sky was a little cloudy, dimming the background, but you had a good view of the platform set up over the water of one of the rooftop pools. You felt a little sorry for the guys in the humidity. Ohh, the irony of hating the heat and being inches from a refreshing pool they can't use. You had to admire them, in a way, though. They took like champs, although you couldn't fathom how Joe was wearing a fucking coat and didn't keel over right there.

Before he took his place on the stage, Sebastian tugged at your elbow, leaning in to your ear. "Hey, I got an idea. We'll talk," he winked, with a small nod.

Oh, thank god. Bless Sebastian Stan.

You and Sebastian shared a couple looks in the elevator on the ride back downstairs. You were dying to hear his idea, because you had none of you own. On the walk over to the fan experience and blue carpet event, you dropped back to the rear of the group. Chris and Joe were absorbed in conversation and you used it as your distraction to fall into step with Sebastian. He watched Chris for a long minute before he tipped at the waist to speak to you quietly.

"So, it's like a t-shirt, right?" he checked. "Like, you can wear it under another shirt or something, and no one would notice?"

"Yeah," you confirmed, in your own hushed tone.

"Okay," he nodded. "So, put it on under a sweatshirt or something and meet me at the gym."

"The gym?" you questioned.

"Yeah," Sebastian shrugged. "You said he has to be in the picture, right? But you didn't say he has to know about it. There's a whole wall of mirrors. You take a selfie with him in the background and then cover back up and boom- your pic for Frank."

Your heart swelled and face lit up, as you grasped your hands at his elbow by your side. "Thank you," you gushed. "You're a genius."

Sebastian arrogantly scoffed, "Of course, I am." and bent his arm for your hand to find the crook of his elbow, as you praised him with a pet of his velvety soft jacket sleeve.

Chris looked back over his shoulder, sending a smile and quirking up a brow at Sebastian leading you with his arm. "What are you two up to?" he asked, seeming to suspect some kind of mischief, according to his tone.

Sebastian took his hand off the top of yours, throwing it up and looking completely offended. "Why are we always up to something?" he challenged, giving Chris a scathing once over. "You've got issues, man." Sebastian tutted, adding a shake of his head and a disapproving, "That's not right."

Anthony cackled like a hyena, dropping his shaking head as he walked and put a steadying hand for himself on Chris' shoulder. Chris just smiled, shaking his head, his eyes set on yours. You smiled back, with an innocent shrug. Be cool. Chris turned back around and picked up his conversation with Joe, who was chuckling as well. Sebastian patted his hand on yours at his elbow again.