CHRIS EVANS & SEBASTIAN STAN IMAGINES

The Defect Series

Who's starting a series? Me!

"That's a wrap!" Anthony Russo, the co-director of civil war shouted to his actors. "Phew! It's about time." Robert said wiping his forehead. "Today wasn't that bad, I think yesterday was worst." You nudged him with your elbow taking a drink from your water bottle. "You only had a dozen lines today, (Y/L/N)." He sassed and pushed his aviators to the bridge of his nose. 

"Whatever Downey," You rolled your eyes and closed your bottle, picking up your coat and costume. "You guys did a phenomenal job on the thirtieth scene," Joe said standing up from his director's chair.  

"Thank-you." You politely said, following him towards the dressing rooms. "I think Chris was slacking off a bit. Something's bothering him but I can't put my finger on it." He mumbled, loud enough for you to hear. "I think he's just having one of those days." You brushed it off, waving him goodbye as you entered your dressing room. 

Your light gray color-coordinated space was decorated with fan art and posters that your loyal followers sent to you. You sighed admiring the masterpieces you had received. "I'm so lucky." You muttered to yourself. 

"Lucky that the Russo brothers absolutely adore you?" A voice came in from behind you. There was Sebastian, leaning cross-armed against the door frame, still wearing his Bucky makeup. 

"Pfff, shut up emo." You laughed, walked up to him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Are you laughing at my awesome raccoon eyes?" He looked down at you. "Maybe, maybe not." You laughed. 

"Anyways, how about you, Chris and I go out tonight?" He said as you walked to your vanity mirror pulling out your makeup wipes. "Sure, what are you thinking...Pizza?" You looked in the corner of your mirror showing Sebastian. 

"It's like you can read my mind." He chuckled and sat on your couch that you had in the room. "I'm a psychic." You grinned evilly. Your phone started vibrating, resonating loudly against the wooden bureau. The caller ID showed Chris, so you answered. 

You clicked the speaker phone button. "Hello?" You automatically said. "(Y/N)!" He shouted through the phone. "Chris, what's up?" You felt a wave of nervousness hit you. "Come to the set, it's an emergency!" You heard screams from the other line. "What the fuck!" Sebastian got up frantically. "Let's go!" You ran past him making a bee-line towards the set. "Guys come quickly!" Chris shouted in the phone, but you two were long gone from the dressing room. 

You made a few sharp turns and arrived at your destination where the crew and cast were huddled together. Chris's eye caught you the two of you. "They're alive!" He said relieved enveloping the both of you in a hug. "What the fuck is going on?" Sebastian asked. "The fucking zombie apocalypse is happening that's what!" He said. "Wait what?" You cocked your head to the side slightly. "Zombies don't exist, is this some sort of prank?" You chuckled. 

He gave you a wide-eyed look. "I'm not fucking kidding (Y/N)." He said in a death serious tone. There was a loud thumping noise coming from the emergency exit door. "Shit, they're here!" Robert shouted. The crowd scattered in their own individual paths leaving the four of you standing at the same spot. "We need to find something to kill them with." Robert rolled up his sleeves, throwing his sunglasses to the side.  "Like what? I don't even fucking know if the shit in the movies will work!" He panicked. "Well, it's worth a try. Any Walking Dead fans here?" He asked grabbing the tool box that was placed to the side. 

"We could use shovels or guns but where do you have those lying around?" You swallowed. "Here, take this." He handed you a massive wrench that could knock out just about anyone. He passed Sebastian a chain-saw and Chris a hammer. "There might only be a few around here, well fight em' off then take a car and get the fuck out of here." He ordered holding his ax. "What about the others?" Seb asked teary eyed. "They are gone now, out of our responsibilities." Robert closened to the door. "Ready?" He gave the three of you a look. "Ready!" You shouted in unison.