Chris Evans Oneshots

Pop Quiz Sunday

Summary: Is Chris smarter than a sixth grader? Natalia finds out.

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Hanging out with a Science teacher on a Sunday night was dangerous. Especially when said teacher rejected a dinner date invite because she had spent majority of the weekend with her new boyfriend, resulting in being unprepared for Pop Quiz Monday.

Never did Chris think he would find himself sitting on the floor with an empty pizza box and beer bottles littering the coffee table beside him, getting quizzed by a very hot woman; like he had somehow gotten transported back in time to his middle school days. He briefly wondered if Mrs. Henderson still wore those low-cut blouses that drove his hormones wild.

Natalia sat cross-legged on the area rug with the color coded binder that was gold in the eyes of any teacher splayed open on her lap. She was grinning, eyes sparkling like diamonds, as she fired another question at him.

It was his fault for uttering an arrogant remark.

"Final question. What are comets often called?"

Chris passed a hand over his chin, the bristles of his trimmed beard scratching his skin. "Ah, fuck, I know this." He hummed in deep thought for a few seconds too long, the question echoing inside his head as he pondered the correct answer.

Natalia rose her brows, impatiently awaiting his reply. "Tick-tock, Evans." A dirty look found its way directed at her. She let out a short giggle before stating, "You're the one who thought being a smartass was funny."

"I clearly regret it now!" He shouted with a laugh.

"Tick-tock."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah...keep ya pants on." Scratching the back of his head, his lips puckered. What are comets often called? Seconds later, his eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. He snapped his fingers as the answer spilled out, "A snowball!"

It took everything in her not to jump up and dance. Victory was hers.

"Wrong!" Natalia declared with far much too delight than necessary.

Her triumphant cackle that cut through the air paired with Chris's protests.

"What?! You're cheating!" His voice rose in accusation. "There is no possible way that's wrong."

Natalia erupted into a fit of giggles at his dumbfounded speech. "I am not cheating! You're the student here; I'm just the teacher. And it is wrong."

"Well, then," he spluttered. "You're - you're ... mean! You're praying for my failure." When she tipped her head back to let out an evil laugh, Chris quirked a brow, a smile playing on his lips. Would the somersaults in his tummy ever stop their performance? He hoped not. "You are a mean teacher, Miss Rodriguez."

Natalia stuck her tongue out. "Deal with it."

He chuckled, then jutted out his chin towards the binder. "What's the answer?"

"The correct answer is dirty snowball."

Chris huffed and threw an incredulous reply with his hands flapping through the air, "I said that!"

"No," she began, a highly amused expression etched across her face, "you said 'snowball'."

Granted he was half right, but she couldn't very well give him the full credit. She was never easy on any of her students and she wouldn't start now. Especially when he had thought he could actually win this when she challenged him.

"Man, you're just-" Chris shook his head with a humorous laugh, "pure fucking evil."

Natalia shrugged, agreeing. Her gloating smile was audible in her voice. "Perhaps, but that doesn't change the fact that you got it wrooong."

Chris sniggered, one that was self-deprecating. "I cannot fucking believe this."

"Believe it, baby."

"What's the score?" He asked, peering over at her sheet.

Natalia bowed her head to check. Using her pointer finger, she tallied it up from memory while humming. "Seven out of ten."

He cursed under his breath. "Shit."

This time, Natalia didn't hold back the little victory dance from her spot on the floor. Chris rolled his eyes, despite being completely enthralled by her enthusiasm. "Correct me if I'm wrong-"

"You're wrong," he shot without missing a beat.

Natalia laughed and smacked his knee. "But did you or did you not insist you could get all ten? What did you say? Ah, yes... it would be 'easy, peasy'."

Chris pouted and crossed his arms in front of his chest; he was so dramatic it made her giggle uncontrollably. "Shut up."

Natalia couldn't help but find his sore loser attitude adorable. She normally couldn't stand that in a guy. Evidently, she couldn't stand it on every guy but this one.

Smiling, she pretended not to notice the way her heart began to gallop wildly in her chest when his piercing eyes met hers. "Well, Evans, the results saaaay..." She looked on expectantly, the smile on her face growing larger when a mock scowl overtook his handsome features.

"I am not smarter than a Miss Rodriguez' sixth grader."