I didn't know why I was here. Why I'd let my friend Scarlet drag me to this club... I hated being around this many people, so I'd burrowed myself into a corner table as I slowly nursed my second, or third? I wasn't even sure... but it was Jack and Coke. She was out on the dance floor, somewhere. I'd lost sight of her almost an hour ago, so I picked up my glass and gulped down the rest of the liquid, cringing at the strong taste. I stood up from the booth, wavering on my feet a bit and gripping on to the edge of the table for support "I can do this..." I muttered under my breath after a moment, finally gathering myself enough to pull away. Scarlet could find her own way home...
"You here alone?" A man's voice broke the silence of the street, where I had sat myself down on the curb as I waited for a cab to drive past.
"Fuck off..." I was in no mood to deal with a creep right now, and I ran my hands up and down my arms, trying to warm them up. If I had known it would be this cold tonight, I would've brought a jacket with me. I leaned forward, holding my head in my hands, my eyes closed as I willed the impending headache to at least wait until I got back to my apartment to plague me. This was the exact reason I hadn't been drinking alcohol lately, my body just couldn't handle it anymore. Even in my current state, I picked up the presence of someone sitting down next to me and my eyes snapped open to find the same man that had spoken to me earlier sitting to my right "I'm really not in the mood buddy..." I moved to scoot away from him, my body immediately tensing up when he threw his jacket around my shoulders.
"I'm not gonna do anything to you." My fingers gripped as tightly as they could to the edges of the leather jacket after I mumbled a quiet thank you under my breath, and neither of us said anything else for a few minutes. I chose to concentrate instead on the way our breath hovered in the air around us, the way it resembled cigarette smoke... In the back of my mind however, my thoughts were jumbled, as I wondered why this random person was being so nice to me...
"Hey Chris, is that you? I was looking for you inside and..." I turned my head, to find none other than Sebastian Stan looming over us and my heart began pounding in my chest. Chris... he'd said Chris. That meant... "Who's this? A new lady friend?"
"I am... really... sorry about the way I acted earlier." I had just told Captain America himself to fuck off... I moved to give Chris his jacket back, just as a cab pulled up to the curb "I think that's for me..." I stumbled as I slowly stood up, my senses still fuzzy from the alcohol I'd been drinking that night. How much had I really had to drink? My breath caught in my throat when I felt a strong hand grabbing onto my right arm to steady me. His fingers were warm, and if I hadn't already been nervous before...
"Hey. You alright?" I looked up to find a smirk crossing over Chris' face. That perfect, sideways smirk I had always loved... Jesus. Get ahold of yourself. Sebastian was soon steadying my left side and they both helped me into the cab "I'll give you my number, so I can get that jacket back tomorrow."
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I could barely recall actually getting home, so when I woke up in my own bed, still dressed in the previous night's clothing, including Chris' jacket...
"Never again..." I swung my legs over the side of my bed, my head instantly ringing in pain. My hands moved to the pockets of the jacket, and I felt a small piece of paper in the right side... I trembled as I uncrumpled the scrap of paper, and I rubbed my eyes with my left hand, trying to convince myself that I was reading it correctly. His name was written across the top, followed by 10 numbers. He really had given me his phone number... along with a barely legible note that asked me to text him as soon as I woke up. So, ignoring my better judgement, I fumbled for my phone and entered his number into my contacts, labeling him simply as 'Cap'. Before I could type anything to him though, I heard a loud knock on my front door.
"Who the fuck is at my apartment this god damn early I swear on my life if..."
"Natalie it's Scarlet... I need to talk to you." I scowled as I unlocked the door, but held it so she could barely see me "Look I understand you're angry but."
"You disappeared last night. I'd never been there before and you left me at that table. Alone..." She sighed, standing back a little from the doorway "So yeah. I'm fucking angry with you..."
"I said I was sorry Nat... can I please come in this feels so awkward..." I gave in, of course I did, and unhooked the final chain on the door and waved her inside, almost slamming the door behind her before stomping into my kitchen and leaning against the counter after turning my coffee machine on "That's not your jacket..." Scarlet muttered under her breath, her fingers wrapping around the steaming hot cup of coffee I'd just pushed towards her, and I finished stirring the sugar into my own cup before answering.
"His name is Chris. And while I was outside, waiting in the cold, he let me borrow it. I'm supposed to text him so he can get it back, which I was in the middle of doing before you showed up..." I shouldn't have still been so upset with her for what she'd done the night before, but...
"That looks like the jacket Captain America wears at the end of the first Avengers movie..." I finished off my cup of coffee and sat my cup down in the sink, putting my hands back in the jacket pockets, even taking a deep breath before I ultimately decided not to tell her that it really was his "Nat? What can I do to make up for last night?"
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I'd asked Scarlet to leave, and then instead of texting Chris about his jacket after taking it off, I had collapsed onto the couch and fallen asleep for another few hours, only waking up when my phone buzzed on top of the coffee table. It was just a message from my boss, Alex, asking if I could come into work on short notice later today, so I grumbled under my breath and shot a quick text back to him saying that I would be there. I quickly jumped into the shower, and then grabbed a clean set of clothing out of my closet. Chris' jacket seemed to stare at me from across the room as I grabbed my phone off the charger and locked my door. I would text him later...
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"So. I didn't expect to see you again so soon..." Sebastian smirked as I poured him a glass of whiskey and sat it down on the small napkin in front of him.
"I could say the same about you..." I turned around and busied myself with cleaning the last few dirty glasses and placing them back where they belonged under the counter. Sebastian had walked into the bar I worked at right before we were set to close... Last call had been roughly an hour ago but I'd made an exception for him, because I honestly wanted to ask him a few questions "Can I ask you a few things Sebastian?"
"Shoot doll."
"Is Chris, well, is he..."
"He's single. But it happened recently so he's still pretty broken up..." Sebastian trailed off, his fingers fidgeting with the edges of the napkin under his now empty glass, shaking his head at me when I asked if he wanted a re-fill "So last night when he let you borrow his jacket, that was... I don't even know. That thing is special to him..."
"Yeah I realized..." I leaned back against the rear counter, Alex had just waved goodbye to me after locking the door behind himself. He knew I could take care of myself and I didn't expect to be here too much longer anyways "I was going to text him earlier today when I woke up but... I guess I got nervous, because of who he is."
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Call Me Yours
Fanfiction"There is nothing in this world that makes me feel the way I do when you kiss me..." •I mostly use song titles from The Brevet for my chapters. They are an absolutely wonderful, insanely talented band!
