Sebastian Stan

Second contact

The night was short. I could not sleep with nervousness. The breakfast consisted of some fruit and coffee. My stomach totally cramped. But the lecture went well. I was so happy when it was over. The questions were okay too. Lunch is not difficult in the stomach. I stand next to my poster and look around. The first hour is over and as expected, nobody came by. Someone waves to me. A guy with baseball cap and sunglasses. I recognize the person. Approach him. "Sebastian? What are you doing here?" He smiles at me. "Hey. How was your talk?" "Good. Nobody booed at me." I smile. He smiles widely. "What are you doing in the evening?" "Why?" "I try to ask you out." My face blank. "What?" I shake my head. Laugh nervously. See how he gets sad. "No. no. no. I'm only surprised. What do you want to do?" He smiles again. "Maybe, we have diner in my room and look some movies." "These sounds wonderful and relaxed." "Time?" I'm thinking. "Let me think. After this session there are some more talks I want to hear. I think I will be free at 7 o'clock." He beams. "I pick you up." "Nice. I'm looking forward." I turn around. Somebody stands on my poster and looks around. I turn to Sebastian again. "I have to leave. We see us at 7." I go back to my poster. Give him a wink again. He smiles at me and leaves. I talk to my visitor.

Shortly before seven there is a knock on my door. I open it. An unknown young man stands in front of me. "Hey. I'm Ben, Mister Stan staff assistant." I'm a bit stunned. "Nice to meet you, Ben. I'm ready in a second." I take my phone from the charger and the key card from the holder. Pull the door shut behind me. We go to the elevator. The way is not far. The suite is one floor above my room. Ben opens the door with his own card after a knock. "Have a nice evening." I smile at him. "Thank you." I'm standing in the anteroom. The suite is huge. "Wow." Sebastian comes from one of the next room. "Hey. You are here. Nice to see you." He hugs me. Is freshly showered. Smells like amber and patchouli. Very spicy and stimulating. Wears blue jeans and a simple shirt. White sneakers. I'm not much better. Blue shoes. Black jeans. Over my shirt a simple hoodie. "Your suite is impressive. Your closet looks like a portal to Narnia." He smiles. He takes my hand. Lead me to the living area. "Take a seat. What do you want to drink?" "Water is okay." I sit down on the sofa. "I have juice. Or when you want to drink some alcohol. Say what you want." I raise my hands placatingly. "Relax. Water is okay. When I drink alcohol I want to do something stupid." He grins. "Example?" "Um. I want to cuddle the whole world and say everybody that I love them." He grins wider. "In this case, I'll order a bottle whine." He winks at me. I raise my left eyebrow. "What do you want to eat?" "Pizza. Or burgers and fries." He grins. "Pizza with what?" "Mushrooms and ham." "You made quick decisions." I smile. "Normally not. But I'm hungry. The day was very exhausting. I need food and a rest." He smiles mildly. "I order our food. And you sit and breathe. " I stretch. "That sound makeable."

After the pizza we sit together on the couch. Everyone has a beer in their hands. He is watching me. "I have to make a confession." "What?" "I was at your talk." "Really?" "Yeh. You were incredible. Smart. Persuasive. Strong." I'm blushing. "Thank you." "And your poster. I looked after the session. It's amazing." I smile. "When you like it, you must see my other one." He grins. "You are very impressive and smart." "Oh smart people do stupid things." I smile at him. "Example?" "When I was a student I burnt my hair." I pull on my pony. "With a bunsen torched." He looks at me wide-eyed. "Really?" "Yes. And after my diploma. I had an accident in my lab. I set paper in flames and I was so shocked that I tried to turn-off with alcohol." He looks at me with a pale face. "Nothing happens. Both times only smelled burned. No insured or material damage." I knead my fingers. "How I said. Smart people do stupid stuff." He grins. Shake his head. "You are really incredible. I like it." I shrug. "I know. Either you love me or you hate me. This is normal." I take a puff out of my bottle. He smiles again. He has the remote control in his hand. "What do you want to se?" "I do not know." He leans toward me. "Did you see gossip girl?" "Nope." "Once upon a time?" "Not my kind of series." He is confused. "Maybe Spread?" I shake my head. "Gone?" "Sorry." "The Martian?" "Not yet." I chuckle into myself. But do not point outward. "What is your favorite movie?" "I have three. Dogma with Ben Affleck and Matt Damon. Hackers with Jonny Lee Miller and Angelina Jolie and The Hole with Laurence Fox and Keira Knightley." He smiles. "These are old." "I know. I looked them when I was a teenager. And I like them." "What was the last film you saw in the cinema?" "I think it was the first avenger - civil war. With you as the winter soldier." His face totally derails. "What?" "Yes." I smile. "What?" It's getting wider. "Moment. You know me?" "Yey. At the beginning I was not sure. But when I heard your name and your voice, there was a click in my brain and since this moment my inner fangirl is screaming." I put the beer bottle back on the table. "And I think the g-spot is reached. Time to go." I get up. Go towards the exit. "Moment. Why did you say nothing?" I turn around. He is standing in front of his sofa. Looks confused and sad. I put my hands in my back pockets. Sway with my feet. "You are so kind and nice. You love your fans. I did not want you to feel stalked or worse. I want to give you the opportunity to be normal. Only an other hotel guest. Like me." He comes up to me. Stroke my upper arms. "But you are not normal." I sigh. "I know." "Please. Don't go. I like you." I blush. He smiles. "OK. Than I take another seat."

We're sitting on the couch again. "How do you manage to be so quit? When I saw my child hero I walked in a fridge." I smile. "I know the story about Robert Redford. On the set of the first avenger - winter soldier. " He nods. "I think, I'm a good actress." Put the second beer bottle to my lips. "You are amazing." "But I have to be honest. To see how you became more and more desperate because I saw none of the movies or series you listed, that was so funny." He stared stupidly. "You looked like a puppy, which walked in a door. Yey, just like that." "You are mean." He laughs. "Did you saw only the civil war movie?" "It was the beginning." He raises both eyebrows. "Yes?" I smile at him. "OK. You deserve a little ego caress." I turn off the beer bottle and sat cross-legged across from him. "One of my buddies had the idea to look the civil war movie. I tougth by myself. Okay, why not. I look for information about the plot. Bucky Barnes - Who is Bucky?" He grins. "Peggy died. Who is Peggy? Bla bla bla. Daniel Bruehl as the villian. I yelled. We go to the cinema." He smiles. "So in the afternoon. I sit with my friends and a big bowl of popcorn in the movie. After some time I screamed - Who the fuck is the guy with the metal arm?" He laughs. "My buddy whispers to me - That is the winter soldier. I turned my head to him and spluttered - That is the winter soldier. Holy fuck." He grins. "After the movie I looked at wikipedia who played the winter soldier." I point to him. "Sebastian Stan. I do not know him. Where he played? And I saw - the first avenger - Captain America. The first avenger - winter soldier." I look frustrated. "And I tought. Fuck, there are six movies between them. Somebody tries to force me to look the avenger movies in a chronological sequence." He smiles. "And so I started watching the marvel movies. And it is a shame. The movies are good. Really good. I do not expect that." He smiles. He grins. "To see you in the uniform is a big turn-on." He licks his lips. "I cried when you felt from the train. I know you would survive, but in this moment I cried." He moves closer. "And after the movie I understand why Steve Rogers flew in the ice. He's trying to end his own life." He sees the moisture in my eyes. "I'm sorry." I take off my glasses and rub my nose. Blink away the tears. "Hey. It's okay." He smiles gentle at me. Take my left in his rights. Rub his thumb over my bale. "I have a really big question for you." I look at him with wide eyes. "Yes?" "Team Iron or Team Cap?" I laugh. "At the beginning of the movie I was Team Iron Man. I love this guy. After the movie I was Team Cap. And after all Marvel movies I was Team Bucky." I smile at him. He smiles back. "Good answer. Really good answer." I smile. I look at the clock. "I should go. It is late. And tomorrow are some more sessions I want to participate." He follows my gaze. Still has my hand in his. "What will you do after your sessions?" He looks at me from the side. "After the last poster session my turn will be over. And until now I planned nothing." He grins. "Come after your session to our movie studio. You can meet the other ones. And when you like we can spend more time together." "Wow. This sound wonderful." He smiles. "You will get a permission at the security desk. Come when you are ready." I rise. He too. "It was an incredible evening. And I look forward to tomorrow." He guides me to the door. Hug me goodbye. "I'm waiting for you." Kiss me on the cheek. I leave his room and go back to my own.