Win A Date With Chris Evans

Sorry for cursing.

Authors note: I am fully aware that my time line with the movies doesn't flow but in my reality knives out happened before Endgame ✌️
Please vote if you read, because I love this story and I just hope you do too.

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"Hi, Jaime." Chris holds his arms out welcoming Jaime into a sort of awkward bear hug.
Fuck he smells so good. Are you sweating?  You feel like you're sweating. Oh god does he even want to be hugging you?
He stands tall fidgeting with the cuffs of his shirt, his pearly white teeth gleaming through his neatly trimmed dark brown beard with a little tinge of red speckled throughout.
"So...uh...I'm Chris," he clears his throat nervously, "its a bit of a circus out there with the paparazzi. Stick close, smile and we'll make into the limo in one piece."
"And then I'll have my wicked way with you" Fuck Jaime. Stop. You're too nervous anyway. Even if he wanted to ravish you in the back of the limo, you'd be dryer than the fucking Sahara desert down there.  You talk a good game but lets be honest here, the way you're feeling right this second you'd throw up on his very expensive suit and your vagina would seal up like vacuum packed meat.

Jamie didn't hear the rest of what Chris was saying, she just followed him as he grasped her hand leading her through the maze of flashing lights and loud voices.
"Look here!" Yelled one faceless photographer.
Another screamed, "over here!! Smile Chris."
Chris's chest began to tighten and so did hers, she could feel moisture grow in the clasp their hands. It made her feel uncomfortable. She wanted so badly to break his grasp and dry her hand on her dress. 
Suck it up Jaime. Who's sweat is it anyway?

Chris pulls Jaime by the hand to the door of the limo giving one last half hearted wave to the paps before holding the door open for her and sliding in too.
"Fucking hell." Jaime pants her eyes snapping wide, "sorry for cursing." She clamps her hand over her mouth.
Chris giggles, "its a fuckin' nightmare. I hate it but it has to be done. You were great!" He pats her hand gently, reaching over the black leather seats to the drinks cabinet pulling out a chilled bottle of Dom Perignon and two glasses "drink?" He arches his eye brow confidently, but the clinking of the glasses in his quivering hand expose his masked anxiety.
"Champagne makes me slutty." Jaime hums under her breath, and its no where near strong enough.
Almost as though Chris could read her mind, "Tequila?" He holds up a bottle of Patron.
Oh yes please. Now you're talking.
"Sure thanks." She accepts eagerly.
They take a few shots, perhaps a few too many but they were both in need of the courage.
"I'm so fucking sorry about this, I...uhhh...I'm sure you had someone else in mind." Jaime shuffles uncomfortably.
Chris gives an honest shrug, she wouldn't have been his first choice. He doesn't mean it maliciously, the opposite actually. These things aren't fun and if she is as big a Marvel fan as she appears she wont have time to enjoy the movie she may not even get to meet many of the cast, he feels sorry for her that she may have built this experience in her head to be something spectacular, but then again maybe it will be to her. But not to him. He hates them.
"Its not that...its just..." he stutters trying to be diplomatic.
Jaime hands him another shot, "its fucking weird Chris Evans...really fucking weird! I wanted to DIE. When I got the phone-call I cant even tell you, I wanted to yeet myself off my fire escape." Using her fingers to imitate herself falling to a splat on the sidewalk.
He grabs his left boob in a hearty guffaw, "geez Jaime, thank you!" He rolls around the seat laughing, "am I that intolerable...let me guess...Chris Hemsworth kinda gal?"
Jaime shakes her head wincing as the tequila burns her throat, "Chris Pine aaaayy."
Champagne shoots out of Chris's nose spraying the limousine as he explodes hysterically.

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The red carpet is bustling with celebrities, press and staff. Chris's assistant Roxanne pushes and pulls Jaime in every direction, getting her to where ever she needs her to be. Which, thankfully is by mostly by Chris's side, except when he is taking the cast photo.
If she weren't so overwhelmed by the whole thing it really would be a dream come true.
Holy fucking shit! Robert fucking Downey Jr is less than three feet in front of you.
Chris HEMSWORTH!!!  She squeals internally.
Sebastian Stan approaches Chris as he stands proudly by her side Sebastian leans in to him for a hug and they exchange a little laugh.
"This is Jaime Collins shes a huge fan, Stan." Chris pulls her forward.
Jaime stands wide eyed and mortifyingly star struck, "I Stan you Stan hehe." She blurts out. Fire building in her cheeks as she recoils and dies.
Oh my fucking god Jaime...why can't you just be normal.
He takes her hand and brushes a soft kiss on the back of it, "nice to meet you Jaime."
Dead. Bury me. RIP.
He slaps Chris on the shoulder, "you guys have a good night." He wiggles his eyebrows before being ushered away down the red carpet by his assistant.
"Why am I such a dick?" Jaime cringes into her hands, the right one she'll never ever wash again.
Chris dips his head trying to conceal his hilarity, "it wasn't that bad, Stan." He nudges Jaime's side with his elbow, "C'mon, we're about to be interviewed." Chris smiles as tall red head in a cerise gown sashays towards them extending a mic as a camera man follows.
Do not saying anything stupid. Do you understand?
No more stupidity from you Jaime Collins you fucking tit.

"I'm here with Chris Evans and Jaime Collins, winner of the controversial Win A Date With Chris Evans competition...Chris this is a little different for you.  How do you feel?"
Chris smiles brightly leaning down into the mic, "well I mean it's a little out of my comfort zone...but luckily Jaime is really easy going," he wraps his arm around her waist, Jaime's heart stops as his fingers wriggle on her side, "we've had a few laughs on the way here. Its gonna be a great night!"
The interviewer nods respectfully, "Jaime," taking her by surprise, Jaime's eyes widen in fear.
Be cool. Don't fuck this up.
"You look stunning! How do you feel?" Asking kindly as she thrusts the mic in her face.
"I feel great, I was a little worried y'know you never expect to win these things." Jaime you are rambling like a twat. Slow down. Breathe.
The mic hangs in front of Jaime, "how's your day been leading up to this?"
Seriously, another question.
"I so wasn't prepared but Chris's team turned up at my hotel. And they prepped primed and designed me, and here I am." Chris slides his hand into Jaime's raising his arm, forcing her to do a twirl.
Fuck off Chris Evans please don't do that shit.
"And when you got that call what was going through your mind? You must have been so excited." The mic is offered back to you.
Oh god lady, please leave me alone.
"No no no! I was both terrified and excited. Mostly terrified though. I really regretted the extra glass of wine I had the night I entered the competition."
Chris gives her hand a reassuring squeeze  sensing her anxiousness, "but I mean c'mon it's Chris Evans...fucking look at him!" She clamps her hand over her mouth, "oh. Sorry for cursing." Jaime laughs nervously blushing, praying that its her last question as she slowly dies inside.
Chris steps in "we've had a few jokes about the whole thing, and a few drinks for courage. I think its gonna be a fun night." He chuckles in a calm attempt to smooth things over.

"Are you going to introduce her to the cast?" The mic is shoved underneath his mouth.
"Well she's already met Sebastian," he glances coyly out the side of his eye as Jaime stares into space, "Jaime's a huge fan, this is her night so absolutely I will! They'll be lucky to meet her."
Why is he so fucking adorable. Give this man a fucking Oscar.
Roxanne loops her arm through Jaime's startling her slightly, but shes so grateful for her. "Time to go Jaime.  You okay?" She whispers leading her off the red carpet and towards the theatre entrance.
"I'm such a dick. I have made a complete cunt of myself out there." Jaime whines, tears forming in the back of her eyes.
"Nahh looked like you were killing it." Roxanne hands her to an usher who shows Jaime to her seat.

Chris prepares to say goodbye to the red head leaning in to kiss her on the cheek.
"Chris, it must help that shes cute though." The mic dangles inconspicuously around his mouth, "will there be an after party?" She winks flirtatiously.
"Whoah!! I see you!" He points to his eyes and gestures back to her, "I'm pleading the fifth on that one." He presses his index finger to his lips, turning on his heel and following in line with the cast to the theatre.