Chris and Co. Oneshots

Rollerblading Hero - Chris Evans x Reader

Warning: Language! Very minor injury! Fluff!!! Barely edited!

Running. How the hell do people find running enjoyable. It was literally hell. Your lungs burnt, your feet ached and it felt like you were about to pass out or vomit.

Why did you decide to do this today? Oh yeah because your therapist said it would help. All the endorphins and that shit. What a bunch of bollocks, you doubted she'd even run a day in her life.

You were just rounding a corner in the road when you tripped over your foot. You managed to catch yourself with you hands to stop you from hitting your head but the impact was still jarring.

"Fuck" you muttered as you crawled over to a nearby tree sitting with your back against the trunk.

You sat for a minute or so as you recovered from the fall. Catching your breath waiting until you had the energy to stand back up. In the meantime you just watched the world go by, your attention being caught by the sound of skates approaching.

Glancing over your brows furrowed when you saw a man approaching wearing rollerblades being pulled along by his dog. As he approached and whizzed past you realised with a start that you recognised the man. It was Chris Freaking Evans. You knew he lived in this part of the world but in all the years you lived here you'd never seen him before.

Nope this couldn't be real. What had actually happened was you didn't catch yourself when you fell. You had hit your head and you hadn't just seen Chris Evans the man who you'd spent all of yesterday rewatching as he did the puppy interview video, multiple lightyear interviews, specifically the be honest one. This was all a concussion induced dream.

"Hey you alright?" You heard someone call out.

Glancing over you saw Chris himself skating back over to you, dodger trotting besides him.

"Yep I'm definitely dreaming" you mutter shaking your head, hand running over your face making you wince since they were still sore.

"Huh?" Chris asked as he comes to a stop in front of you.

"This isn't real, you aren't here skating past on your rollerblades and I'm actually passed out a couple miles back after falling over and whacking my head" you explain still not believing this was real.

Chris chuckles gently "well I promise this is real and you aren't passed out, but it does look like you need those scrapes cleaning up" Chris says nodding down to your knees and hands.

You blinked a couple of times staring up at him in disbelief "fuck" you mutter when you realise he was telling the truth.

Chris laughs once more before sitting down and pulling off his skates. As he stands back up he holds out his hand for you "c'mon my place is just down the road lets get you cleaned up" he offers.

You shake you head "no, um no I'm good, I'm fine" you tell him.

"Hey no c'mon, be honest those scrapes look pretty bad" Chris says his accent slipping out, making your heart skip a beat.

"Yeah" you mutter not realising you actually spoke.

"Good now c'mon" Chris smiles holding his hand out closer to you.

Unable to say anything, which is good because you didn't trust yourself not to say anything super embarrassing, you took his hand. As soon as your hand met his you knew this definitely wasn't a dream, especially when he easily helped you up.

"Can you walk alright?" Chris asked his arm moving around your back to support you.

"Um oh um" you mutter trying to take a few steps wincing as pain shot through your knees "not really"