Chance ~ Chris Evans

24. Booking the flight

When I opened my eyes after I woke up I noticed Chris looking at me. Once he noticed my eyes were open he smiled at me.

"Good morning," he told me quietly, I smiled at I closed my eyes lazily again. I hummed in response, which made Chris chuckle.

"Come on sleepyhead, we have flights to book," Chris told me before he got up and went to the bathroom. I huffed and tried to stand up, keyword: tried. My muscles in my legs were stiff and ached. I groaned before I got up and took some clothes, ready for a hot shower. I walked into the bathroom, knowing Chris would be brushing his teeth I immediately went to the shower.

"A bit stiff?" Chris laughed once he was finished brushing his teeth. I groaned at him in response, which only made him laugh harder.

"This is your fault," I told him as I started to wash my hair. Chris had started to trim his beard.

"I really thought you weren't protesting yesterday though," Chris chuckled, I, again, groaned. After my hot shower I got dressed, brushed my teeth and walked out of the bathroom, to Dodger who was waiting for me outside the bathroom.

"Hey buddy, were you waiting for me?" I smiled to the dog who immediately jumped up and down. I sat down on the ground so Dodger would stop jumping. The dog immediately started to lick my face.

"Dodger!" I laughed, Dodger barked in response. Chris was standing in the kitchen but came out once he heard me laughing.

"Come on or I'm going to book our flights and hotel without you," Chris smiled, I quickly stood up, but failed. I retried and slowly got up and walked over to the kitchen where Chris was looking at some flights to Brussels.

"Does it matter which flight we pick?" Chris asked me, I shook my head.

"No it doesn't, you just have to make sure we land in Brussels. Dusseldorf is quite a long drive," I told him, he nodded his head. As soon as he had chosen our flights he went looking for a hotel, but since he doesn't know which city we were staying in, he had no idea which area to look for. I quickly took the laptop and went looking for hotels in the area of Antwerp.

"We'll have to take the train to Antwerp since my sister can't drive just yet and I don't have a car," I told him, Chris didn't like the idea but understood where I was coming from.

"So an hotel in Antwerp?" Chris asked me, I nodded my head.

"A friend of my aunt has an apartment, she usually rents it out to couples for a couple of days, maybe we can sleep there instead of an hotel?" I asked him, Chris quickly agreed and I made the call. After everything was confirmed I texted my sister, telling her when we would arrive in Belgium and where we would sleep.

We would leave New York next week and return the week after that. We booked last minute because Chris had to leave for the press tour the week after we would return, I hadn't heard anything from the Russo brothers so I thought I was staying home. I didn't mind staying home although I was going to miss Chris a lot. Chris promised me he would call the brothers this week to ask if I really couldn't join them on tour, not that I thought they would let me. After I texted Poppy I saw Chris was calling someone so I started to make us lunch, it was almost 1 pm anyway. When Chris ended his call he joined me at the table.

"Still as stiff as this morning?" he asked me before he took a bite of his sandwich.

"Not funny, you could've warned me," I told him, Chris smiled.

"Sorry," he told me with a big goofy grin.

"That's the least you could say," I smiled at him.