Emma Macfayden and Chris Evans are high school sweethearts. They have been dating since Freshman year. After High School they moved to New York City, Chris wanted to be an actor and Emma wanted to be a singer.
They had a daughter and two sons. Riley...
I placed my gympack on the kitchen counter and get myself a bottle of water. Today I did some good training for the Reputation Stadium Tour that's starting next month. The kids are all at school so I got some alone time.
My phone started ringing. I haven't even sat down yet. It was Mrs Perch, not a fish, a teacher. Matthew's teacher.
I picked up.
"Good afternoon Mrs Macfayden."
"Good afternoon, is everything okay with Matthew?"
"He's in good health. But today he ripped a poster of the New York Jets off the wall when I was talking to another parent. I forgave him for that, he's from Boston. I get it. But then he wrote 'fuck school' on an assignment."
"Oh my god. I'm so sorry, one thing though. I'm not gonna replace that poster, I'm from Boston too."
"I get that Mrs Macfayden. By the way, I asked Matthew who taught him that word and his response was Uncle Hemmy. Do you know who that is?"
I chuckled before answering. "Yes, a friend of mine."
"Can you have a small talk with him?"
"Of course. Hemsworth probably didn't even notice it, he swears a lot."
"Alright, you don't need to pick Matthew up. But he will go home with a little more work."
"I completely agree. Have a nice day."
"You too."
And with that, she hang up. I ran my hand through my hair and sighed.
Chris Hemsworth you son a bitch.
Well at least it's not Ryan, that wouldn't have been pretty on 'screwing with kids their brains' record. Yeah, Blake and I have been keeping track of it.
I change out of my gym clothes into a white shirt, jeans and a flannel. I think I stole it from Ray. Yeah, I still steal my brother's clothes.
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Next thing on my list, call Hemsworth.
*Atlanta, third person POV*
The Marvel cast is on a break from filming End Game. Hemsworth was already done and got out of his fatsuit. Man did he sweat in that thing.
"Hello Mrs Hemsworth, did you do your skincare routine yet?" Scarlett asks with a smirk.
"Yeah, is it visible?"
"Sure sure."
Hemsworth plopped down on the couch between Evans and Scarlett. Evans is starting to come out of his shell a little bit, but he's not his usual self. He told everyone what happend, they weren't happy with him but they act civil around him.
