One-shot Collection: Chris Evans

Comic-Con. (Chris/Reader) - Requested

OK so, I decided to merge two different requests from 'morgzlea' and 'WhalesandNarwhales' together because I thought of a kick ass idea for it: Hope you enjoy! I also tried something different with the narrative, tried to write it as though the reader was involved, rather than just having a female character.
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It had been a long press tour. You knew that getting involved with MARVEL would come with a big deal of press and red carpets, but until you were in the midst of it, you hadn't realized how tiring it would be. All of the movies you'd done were much smaller in comparison to a MARVEL franchise.

Chris had been with you almost all the way though; he'd been so supportive of you getting the role as the leading villain for the third Avengers film, and being able to star in and present the film to the world alongside your boyfriend had relaxed you immensely.

Today was a huge cast Q and A at Comic-Con, but unfortunately you didn't have your partner in crime; Chris had been called away at last minute, so you'd be braving your first Comic-Con appearance alone. Still, You had Hiddles, RDJ and a few of the other cast members to fall back on if you got over anxious.

You took a deep breath, hearing everyone's names being called out, as your cue to walk onto stage. You walked out and waved shyly at the screaming crowd, making your way to your allocated seat.

"Unfortunately, Mr Chris Evans couldn't be here today..." The host announced over the microphone "He was called away suddenly when he was backstage."

Most of the crowd 'aw'ed or made some sort of 'boo' noise, but were quickly hushed as they were aloud to start asking questions. You were asked a few, trying not to blab on too long or give the most boring answers, and so far you thought you'd done okay.
Then a young looking girl raised her hand in the air, waiting patiently as a microphone travelled to her.

She directed her question towards you "Um, so this is a bit of a personal question, I'm sure everyone knows that you and Chris have been dating for a long time... But, have you guys ever talked about getting married and kids and stuff? And, how do you think your future kids might feel about watching their mom beat their dad up on screen?" The girl giggled.

You chuckled at the randomness of the question "uh... This is intense..." The rest of the panel laughed along with you "I guess I-". Your reply was cut short as you suddenly heard the crowd roar, averting their gaze away from you. You turned to investigate what they were all squealing at.

Chris had just jogged onto stage from the side entrance, he was wearing a smarter outfit than before he'd left earlier; dressed in a simple but casual navy suit and tie. He grinned as he walked closer to you, stopping before your feet and getting down on one knee.

Both of your hands flew to your mouth as Chris pulled a box from his jacket pocket. He made sure he spoke loud enough for the microphone's to pick up, saying your full name whilst opening the small ring box.

"Will you marry me?"

The whole room was 'aww'ing and cheering. Your eyes started to fill with tears, so much that you could hardy speak; all you could do was nod ferociously. He slid the ring onto your finger, and as soon as he had you took the opportunity to pounce on him, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck as you sobbed happily into his shoulder.
He held you tightly. Burying his face in your neck, and away from the crowd, he whispered in your ear, "I love you."