Shooting Starr

The Oscar's

I had no idea how Liz talked me into going to the Oscars with her, but here I am, her plus one. Never in my life; would I have thought, my cubicle in the office for the Los Angeles Times, writing a blog on makeup would have brought me this far.

Finally the ceremony had come to a close, some celebrities were still standing around joking, and talking about plans for the rest of the night. Liz was chatting with another costar that I didn't recognize, when someone grabbed my elbow.

"Excuse me, let me just squeeze past ya." I turned to look at the man, and I swore I was going to burst into a pile of mush. As tall as I could have imagined, Chris Evans in all his perfect tooth glory. Why the hell did he look so perfect, and I bet any money he looked this good all the time.

"Steve- I mean, oh gosh that's embarrassing." I wanted to kick myself for being such an idiot, you finally meet your favorite superhero, and you fuck it up. Nice one Gwen.

Chris instantly brightened as he laughed way harder than he should have, seeing him do the whole breast grabbing thing in person was insane. I've only ever joked about it with my friends, to actually be starting right at him, and seeing it is totally different.

"It's okay, it happens all the time, I've been playing Steve for quite a while, so I understand. What's your name?" Chris asks me, he casually puts his hands in his pockets, damn him for looking so good just by breathing.

"Gwendolyn Starr, with two Rs." I say, I hold two fingers up leaning to one side trying to look cool, Chris let's out another chuckle nodding his head.

"Well it's nice to meet you Gwendolyn Starr with two Rs, who did you come with?" Chris asked, it didn't occur to me I was just standing there looking like a lost child.

"Oh! I'm here with Elizabeth, I told her not to bring me, but she's very good at convincing." I shrug trying to remain cool, Chris is an unexpectedly relaxed kind of man, and very talkative.

"Olsen?" He asked. His eyebrows raised in confusion, Henry Cavill had walked by saying hello, slapping his hand on Chris' shoulder. He laughed it off, pounding fist with his friend, then he turned back to me.

"Yes! Ha, I guess I should have clarified that, Lizzy left me here all alone to fend for myself." I joke as I kick imaginary dirt on the floor with my heel, Chris crack up in a small fit of laughter again. This caught Elizabeth's attention, when she turned to see her former co-star chatting up her friend she got curious.

"Lizzy did not leave you to fend for yourself, Lizzy is right here." She grabbed my hand and pulled it to her face affectionately, I smiled back at her, she was such a sweet person. Chris eyebrows shot up watching our interaction, I couldn't help but laugh.

"We're not together, we've been besties for quite a while though." I giggle a little, a sign of relief washes over his face, "Oh! I didn't know Liz had such pretty friends." Chris joked, now I felt absolutely crazy because I knew this man was not flirting with me. I laughed nervously, when an image of Daisy's face crossed my mind, I could practically hear her shouting at me to get away from her man.

"Yea Chris, let's not suck another one of my friends into your bachelor lifestyle." Liz pushed me to the side moving us out the row of chairs, then we heard a shouting from behind us.

"Yoo! Avengers meet up!" Anthony Mackie shouted from the front near the stage, his voice was undeniable, Anthony always sounded like the cool uncle at a barbecue.

"Chris Evans, man oh man, lookin 'fly brother." Anothy complimented his friend, Chris raised his arms up high above his head matching Anthony's energy. When he made it to us, he dabbed Liz first, fist bumping her lightly. When he turned to me, he paused, I smiled and waved like an idiot, he shook my small hand gently. My god he was fine as hell, Anthony Mackie was one fine Black man in deed.