Chris Evans/Sebastian Stan Imagines

The Breakdown

A/N: sorry for not updating in a while, I've been having school and finals and we're moving and it's been more than crazy busy. Anyway, this is a Chris Evans one-shot requested by PandaPro, and I hope you like it :)

~ TOH
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You're late. Again. It's not as though you want to be at your job, but you have to pay the bills somehow, and temping at this law firm was the best you could do. You quickly navigate the streets of New York, squirming between people and ducking under gesturing arms, case files in hand. You hear a screech of tires and look back to see if anyone is hurt, and you ram straight into someone. Your files fly everywhere, floating to the ground, or drifting away on a breeze. You turn to look at your scattered papers, tears welling up in your eyes.
    "I am so, so sorry," the man you ran into says. "I'm gonna help you pick these up, I swear."
You can't move. All of the pain and stress and anxiety that had been building for the past few months came bubbling up, and you start sobbing right there in the middle of the street.
    "No, don't cry, I'll sort this out..." The man starts grabbing the fallen papers and putting them back into the folders while you still stand there crying. You don't know how long you stand there, but suddenly the man is standing next to you, holding the files out to you. You wipe your eyes with the back of your hand and look up at him. He smiles worriedly, and places the files into your hand.
    "I'm sorry I ran into you and then made you pick up my files... It's just that I hate my job and I'm going to get fired and I barely have enough to pay rent, let alone eat, and my best friend was killed by a drunk driver and I miss her so much, and..." You choke out before bursting into tears again. To your surprise, the man pulls you into his arms and hugs you tightly. You cry into his chest, but you immediately start to feel better. When the tears stop falling and you relax your breathing, he pulls away slowly.
    "I know how rough things can be sometimes, and I want to help you get through this. Let's get you to work. After you're fired, we can look for your new job, maybe one you actually like. How does that sound? Oh, I'm Chris, by the way," the man smiles down at you. You nod slowly, wondering why he would want to help you.
    "Thanks for everything, Chris. And I'm (Y/N)," you smile weakly back at him, and the two of you go to work.