Avengers Imagines

Three Words ~ Chris Evans part: 2

Autumn is coming early to Boston - which given the winter last year could be a really bad sign. You loved winter but there was a limit to your love as you discovered last year. You close the appartment window and gave the cat a rub as he jumped up on the windowsill to look out over the street. You'd love to have a dog but not in the small appartment you currently have. It wouldn't have been fair. Though you miss East like crazy. Sometimes Chris would let you babysit East if he was in town but busy filming or something. Moving back to your small kitchen to continue making cookies, a knock on the door stops you short. Walking over, you open the door to a dishelved looking Chris. You didn't know he was coming into town. "Chris! What a suprise! Do you wanna come in?" You ask, noticing he has his backpack slung over his shoulder and he has his suitcase with him. He came here straight from the airport? "Yeah (Y/N), we need to talk." He says, setting his bags aside and walking in. He seems slightly agitated. "Is everything alright?" You ask, closing the door and turning to face the muscular man pacing trough the small living room. "We need to talk." He says again. "Okay, about what?" You ask, moving to the kitchen to turn the oven off. No reason to forget it while you are dealing with whatever this is. "This." Chris says, holding up a worn piece of paper. It is folded several times and for a second you aren't sure what it is until the slight aging to the bonding paper brings back a memory.

"Oh god." You whisper. "Yeah, that sounds about right to me." Chris says, nodding. All those years ago, when you were going with  the Evans' clan to send Chris off on his flight, you had painstakingly wrapped his gift for him. You didn't really know what to give him, so you'd gotted him a copy of 'The Places You'll Go' by Dr. Seuss. It seemed appropriate at the time. What also seemed appropriate was a long handwritten letter expressing your feelings for your friend as he went to start his new life in Hollywood. But why - after all of these years - was this coming up now? Licking your lips you try to think of the best way to go about it. The letter was years old now, but you still have parts of it comitted in your memories. "Care to explain this?" He asks, leaning against the back of the couch but not sitting down. "Chris." you say gently. 'That letter is how old now! Why are you so upset about it? I mean... It's been years. We've seen eachother a billion times since I gave you that book..." Because I only found it last night." Chris responds. That makes you shake your head in shock. "What? You didn't open your gift until last night?" Your voice sounds hurt, and rightfully so because you are. Sure it was a stupid gift, but you thought he was your best friend.... "No, ofcourse not. I opened it on the plane, hell before take-off. I cracked it open but after reading the first page I felt like I was gonna run out of the plane and go back home so I trew it in my bag."
"So the letter..." You continue. "Fell out when I was packing last night." Chris supplies. He holds the raggedy letter up again. "So I repeat, what the hell (Y/N)?" "Chris listen...." You say as your brain struggles for words. "There are three words." He quotes, reading a small passage of tge letter. "There are three words on the tip of my tongue but they won't be spoken, nor sung, or whispered to anyone. These three words belong to you, and you alone." You feel your face flush red in an almost unbearable embarresment. "And while you go start adventures anew, make new friend, start a new life - know that though you won't wait for me, I'll wait for you."

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