Marvel Imagines From DeviantArt (Requests Closed)

Party Crashing (Chris Evans)

Warning: 4020 words

And thank you so much to those of you who requested !! I'll try my best to do all of them ! :3

guise I'm closing the requests until I complete my pending ones , sorry if you wanted to ask for one ! 

plus my school started rip ;-;

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Music was echoing through your house, the screaming of multiple 21 year olds contributing to the sounds that were starting to give you a headache. You were only several years older, but thinking back on your own days at University, you couldn't remember ever drinking as much as your niece and her friends did now.

Your apartment was located in Manhattan and your niece had begged you for nearly a year if she could throw her birthday party at your apartment. You were hesitant at first, but you had been young once (you still were of course, but having a grown up job made you a lot less childish) so you had agreed. On the condition that you'd stay to keep an eye on your things.

So now here you were, standing in the door opening of you bedroom, looking at your niece's friends while they were getting drunk. It actually brought a smile to your face. You had been as careless as they were at that age. Now you had to worry about the book you were writing and if it was going to be as successful as your first, all the while you were still working at a marketing firm every day.

'[Name]!' you niece called out for you.

You were awoken from your strain of thought and looked at your niece coming over to you. A drunken blush colored her cheeks.

'Indio is also coming and he's bringing his father and a friend. Is that okay?' she smiled, looking at her phone and taking a sip from her drink.

'Indio?' you asked, wondering who'd name their child that. You didn't know most of her friends, even though she always talked to you as if you did.

She nodded. 'You know! Robert's son...'

You still had no idea who she was talking about, but you just told her it was fine. If they would turn out to be trouble, you could always kick them out of your apartment.

You walked back into your bedroom, looking at the clock on the wall. It wasn't even eleven o'clock yet and you already felt tired. If you weren't afraid your niece's friends would break your house down, you would have put on your pajamas and gone to bed. Unfortunately they had already broken several glasses and knocked picture frames of your table. You couldn't leave them alone for even a second.

When the doorbell rang and no one answered you sighed. Couldn't they do anything? You made your way towards the door, but your niece beat you to it, opening it and revealing Robert Downey Jr., his son Indio and Chris Evans.

You stood there in the middle of your living room, looking at the three men entering the room. No way!' you thought. You knew your niece went to the same college as Robert's son, but you didn't know they were friends and you definitely hadn't put two and two together. But here they were. In your house. With Chris Evans... You pinched yourself to see if you were dreaming. You weren't.

You wanted to walk over to them to welcome them in your home, but a shattering sound came from the kitchen, which caught your attention immediately.

'Not again,' you sighed to yourself, rushing over to the kitchen, seeing two guys standing over broken glasses. You knew it didn't help to get angry with them, but you couldn't help but give them an angry glare. They had also knocked over an open bottle of wine, the red fluid running over your kitchen counter and onto the floor.