Ours - Taylor Swift WLW Romance Fanfiction

Chapter 22: Captain America

Ava and Taylor were huddled around the coffee maker, bleary-eyed and yawning, when the sound of a door opening caught their attention.

They looked up just in time to see Ron slipping out of Kyle's room, his hair messy. Ava's eyebrows shot up to her hairline, a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"Well, well, well," she drawled, leaning back against the counter and crossing her arms over her chest. "Look what the cat dragged in."

Ron froze, his eyes widening like a deer caught in headlights. "Uh, morning," he mumbled, shuffling awkwardly into the kitchen. "Any coffee left?"

Taylor bit back a grin, grabbing a mug from the cabinet and filling it with steaming liquid. "Plenty," she said, handing it over to Ron. "Looks like you could use it."

Ron took the mug with a grateful nod, avoiding Ava's knowing gaze. But Ava, being Ava, wasn't about to let him off the hook that easily.

"So," she said casually, inspecting her nails. "Good night?"

Ron's cheeks flushed, his grip tightening on the mug. "Please don't, Aves," he said, his voice strained. "It's been a long night."

Ava's grin widened, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, I bet it has," she purred, waggling her eyebrows suggestively. "A long night of fucking or actually loving?"

Ron choked on his coffee, spluttering and coughing. "Jesus, Ava," he gasped, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "It wasn't like that. We were just talking, actually."

Taylor raised an eyebrow, exchanging a skeptical look with Ava. "Just talking, huh?" she said, her tone teasing.

Before Ron could respond, the sound of another door opening echoed through the apartment. They all turned to see Preston stumbling out of his room, his eyes wide and his face flushed.

"Erm, guys," he said, his voice high and tight. "Just... just pretend you haven't seen what's about to happen, okay?"

Ava frowned, exchanging a confused glance with Taylor. "What's going on?"

But before Preston could answer, another figure emerged from his room... and jaws dropped all around.

There, standing in the doorway, was none other than Chris Evans himself, looking unfairly gorgeous in a rumpled t-shirt and jeans.

"Morning," he said casually, as if it was completely normal for him to be standing in their apartment at 8am on a Sunday.

For a moment, there was only stunned silence, everyone staring at Chris with varying degrees of shock and disbelief. Then, suddenly, Ava let out a whoop of laughter, clapping her hands in delight.

"Holy shit, Pres!" she crowed, her eyes dancing with glee. "You actually did it! You bagged Captain fucking America!"

Preston's face turned an alarming shade of red, his eyes darting nervously between Chris and his friends. "I didn't... we didn't... it's not like that," he stammered, waving his hands frantically.

But Chris just chuckled, stepping forward and slinging an arm around Preston's shoulders. "Relax, Preston," he said, his voice warm and amused. "I think the jig is up."

He turned to the others, his smile wide and friendly. "Sorry for the surprise, guys. Preston and I were just... catching up."

Taylor bit her lip, trying and failing to hide her grin. "Sure, catching up. Like Ava and I catch up?"

Chris laughed. "Something like that," he said, winking at her.

Ava, who had been watching the exchange with barely-contained excitement, finally couldn't hold back any longer. She bounded forward, thrusting her hand out to Chris with a manic grin.