Win A Date With Chris Evans

The Holy Trinity

A/N- HELLO! I hope you are enjoying this because I love writing it. Hope its not boring you!  If you can, remember to vote. I love you 3000.

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Jaime had waited impatiently for years to see Avengers Infinity War... and now she was one of the very first to see it, she watched it sitting beside Steve Rogers and Tony Stark themselves, Jeremy Renner and Chris Hemsworth had a popcorn fight with her, Mark Ruffalo even asked to take a selfie with her! Someone should really tell him that he is famous. Scarlett Johansson picked kernels out of her hair in the bathroom, and if Jaime was being completely honest that was the one thing she'll cherish for the rest of her life. 
...but she wasn't able to enjoy it. And now...she wouldn't even be allowed to talk about it, she sighed heavily as she handed over the signed NDA (non disclosure agreement) to Roxanne who in turn handed it to one of the Russo brothers interns. 
She wiped tears away from her eyes, emotionally stunned by the movie.  Oh god how can she wait for the next one now? And it will be even longer because she has seen this one early.

Fuck Jaime, you really didn't think this through.

"Whats up Jaime, did you enjoy the movie, was it everything you hoped for and more?" Chris elbows Jaime playfully.  He is awestruck with how comfortable he is with her; he dreaded this evening.  He wholeheartedly regretted agreeing to the competition the second he said yes but being here with Jaime doesn't feel like a chore... not now anyway.  It feels like he has always known her, she has slotted into his life perfectly.  Shut up Chris, you've known her for 6 hours.

"Am I allowed to talk about it with you? I won't go to Marvel jail will I?" she sniffles wiping tears and snot on the back of her hand.  Chris reaches down to one of the seats and hands her a serviette.
He tilts his head perplexed "Marvel jail?" throwing his hand up asking for one second while the cast members line up for the cast photo.
"yeah, where they send Tom Holland and Mark Ruffalo for spoiling the movies."
Chris lets out a hearty guffaw clutching his chest, "that's not a thing." he makes off towards the cast who are readily posing.
"Its definitely a thing." Jaime mutters under her breath, watching him walk away.
"She's cute Evans." Scarlett whispers out of the side of her mouth smiling as the photographer snaps the picture.

Jaime stands awkwardly with the other dates feeling a little bit like a fraud and largely out of place, they are all actually in relationships with the cast. They live this life, Jaime is just a cling on. A groupie. Anxiously fidgeting with her dress she looks around the room, this was an amazing experience but its almost over now. The effects of the alcohol wearing off, and realisation hits hard.
This was fucking amazing, but don't get attached. You are a fan girl. This isn't your world. And he doesn't actually like you.
"Drink?" A shiny silver hip flask is shoved under her nose, Anthony Mackie stands waving the container filled with liquor around teasingly.
Fucking hell oh my god fuck.
"Sure...thanks Mr uhh...erm..." her hand trembles as she reaches out for the flask.
Get a grip. You are embarrassing yourself you idiot!
"Mackie is fine." He grins softly, watching amazed as Jaime glugs the entire thing.
The warmth of the coconut flavoured rum sliding down her throat with ease. She was honestly so thankful that it wasn't vodka or scotch. Or she might have thrown up all over his shoes.
She catches her breath, "thank you Mr Mackie,"
He explodes into hysterical laughter, "cut the Mister please...just Mackie will do." He shakes his head gesturing to his assistant who rushes over and fills the flask with more liquor.
"You're pretty tall for a girl." He stands on his tip toes trying to assess Jaime's height, looking at her feet to see how much of an extension she's been given by her heels.
Her brows furrow slightly feeling exposed and self conscious, oh here comes the vomit... "and you're pretty short for a superhero Mackie." Fuck! Word vomit. Thats worse than actual vomit. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck.
"Ouch Mackie!" Sebastian Stan slaps him on the shoulder, he stands next to Jaime a good 2-3 inches taller, and wraps his arm around her shoulder. Giving the top of her arm a gentle squeeze.
Oh. My. God. Moist...very moist.
Stop it Jaime!!!!
"Five eight?" He asks politely, Jaime nods too afraid to attempt to form any sort of word, just incase.
Sebastian licks his lips before smiling cheekily at Anthony who passes around the flask again.
"You're coming to the after party right?" Anthony quickly changes the subject his big brown eyes burning into her flushed cheeks, "Marvel hired out the whole place its gonna be sick!" He pokes her stomach playfully.
Grabbing hold of his tie she tightens it jokingly around his neck to fight him off, he grabs his throat dramatically gasping for breath.
"I think I'm gonna go back to my hotel, order pizza and rethink my life choices after that movie. I've got some serious emotional damage to unpack no thanks to you guys!" Both men burst into intense laughter. Finding this kind of interaction with a fan refreshing. But also there is just something so likeable about Jaime.
"Nahhhh, you're coming to the after party! And if Evans doesn't take you as his date, imma take you as mine." Mackie pulls her in for a hug. Jaime's stomach literally doing somersaults.
Sebastian pulls him off, "I'll fight you for her!" And they start sparring in the middle of the theatre.
Oh holy shit, am I a puddle? I feel like I am a puddle? Or at least I have made a puddle. Clean up on aisle 6!
"Excuse me Miss, are these idiots bothering you?" Chris joins in prancing around in a circle throwing fake punches, the three of them giggling and dancing around like frat boys.
Its the holy trinity. And I have three holes.
The three men snap their heads round and begin to stare you down.
Shit. Did I say that out loud?
"After party!" Sebastian walks back towards her his hand extended palm facing upwards, he licks his lip grinning devilishly.
Oh fuck me. Literally.
"After party!!" Mackie chants as he dances backwards towards her twerking his round backside in her direction.
He really knows how to use those hips, wear me down. Grind me.
Chris spins on his heel falling down to one knee at Jaime's feet reaching up for her hand taking it in his own, "Jaime Collins from Iowa...will you do me the greatest honour and go to the after party with me?" He raises an eyebrow his beautiful smile extends across his entire face.
Swoon.  I'm done. Literally dead. I've died.
I'm also pretty sure I just came.

"Fuck it! After party!!"  She guzzles the rest of the contents of Mackie's flask.
Please do NOT make a fool of yourself.