Start Over (Sebastian Stan x Reader)

Chapter II:You Found Me

It's been several years since you last saw Sebastian. Correction, since you last saw him in person. Shortly after his drunken confession, he had left to film another movie and that's when you decided to pack your bags and move away. You couldn't stand seeing his face every single day, knowing fully well that you were carrying his child inside you so you moved across the country, not telling him or any other neighbour of yours where exactly you had moved. Sebastian had tried to call you countless of times when he returned and wanted to tell you about his feelings for you, only to find your former home empty with no trace left of you. After ignoring his calls for a few days you changed your phone number, ultimately leaving him with no way to contact you and ask you what happened. You had given birth to a beautiful baby girl named (Y/D/N) shortly after, your best friend Amy helping you raise her as best as you two could with the occasional help of your parents. As happy and content as your life was you couldn't help but think about what could've happened if only you had told Sebastian about your pregnancy. Would he be here with you, being a perfect little family? Or would he have turned his back to you, ignoring you like you were ignoring him? You weren't sure if you wanted to know, all you knew was that you were proud of your little girl, seeing her grow up every single day, being there when she took her first steps, spoke her first words and holding her in your arms during the nights where she cried nonstop.

You hadn't been following Sebastian's schedule but you knew that he was promoting the newest Avengers movie due to all of the posters plastered all over your city, telling you he'd spend an entire week in your neighbourhood, doing interviews and whatnot. Grabbing your daughter's hand tighter, you hurried through the stream of people, trying to get to work on time after dropping her off at her kindergarten. Internally you cursed to yourself, thinking some choice words about the people blocking your way and bumping against you. Somehow you managed to escape the cluster of people and quickly picked up (Y/D/N) to rush through the last few streets separating you from her kindergarten when suddenly a tall man seemed to appear out of nowhere.
"Watch where you're going, would you?" you angrily yelled at him, looking into his face just for your breath to get stuck in your throat. There he was. Sebastian Stan. Actor. Celebrity. And the father of the little girl you held in your arms. A shocked expression covered both of your faces, his eyes wandering between you and your daughter, the gears in his head turning. Before he could say anything, however, you pushed past him, hoping he wouldn't be able to follow you and find you again.

Letting out a long sigh you sat down on your couch, relieving your feet from the constricting shoes you had been wearing at work all day before leaning back and closing your eyes, trying to relax a few minutes before you had to go and pick your daughter up from her kindergarten. Rubbing your temples, trying to relieve some of the pressure in your head, you stood up slowly, having a look at the clock hanging on your wall which told you that you needed to leave in order to pick your daughter up in time. You put on a pair of comfortable shoes before rushing out of the door, grabbing your keys and purse before locking the door behind you and making your way to the small kindergarten your daughter spend her days at.
"Mummy!" the little girl came running in your direction, falling into your arms before you twirled her around, hoisting her up on your hip while the kindergarten teacher, who just so happened to be your best friend Amy, approached you two, a smile on her face as she saw her best friend reunited with her daughter.
"How was your day, baby?"
"Great, Aunt Amy and I played catch," she said, a toothy smile lighting up her entire face.
"That's right. How about you get your jacket, (Y/D/N)?" Amy said causing your daughter to wriggle out of your arms to run and get her jacket.
"How was work?" she placed a hand on your shoulder.
"Stressful. I-I ran into Sebastian this morning before dropping (Y/D/N) off," you mumbled, afraid anyone was going to hear you since no one beside Amy knew who the father of your daughter was.
"Wait so he...he saw that you have a child?"-you nodded your head-"Fuck...well he's not a stupid guy from what you told me so he's gonna figure it out, (Y/N). Or he even has figured it out already."
"God, I know, I just hope he-" You got interrupted by your daughter running back in your direction, her jacket in her tiny hands.
"Well, then, let's go. Say bye, Aunt Amy."
"Bye, Aunt Amy," your 4-year old waved her hand while Amy waved back before mouthing 'call me later' to you to which you nodded your head.

Arriving back home you were greeted by a sight you didn't expect, Sebastian Stan standing in front of your door, nervously fumbling with his hands while awkwardly shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Your daughter had been leaning her head against your shoulder by the time you reached your front door so she didn't notice the stranger at first, however, you did. Shocked by the sudden appearance of your former neighbour and friend you halted in your steps, drawing Sebastian's attention to you whose eyes immediately drifted to the little kid in your arms. You knew you wouldn't be able to move past him, the hallway too small for that, so you had to face him and actually talk to him.
"Sebastian..." you said, a tight smile on your lips as you did, walking up to him.
"(Y/N), I-"
"Come inside to talk, I don't want my nosy neighbours to hear this."
He moved out of your way so you could unlock your door, letting him step inside as you let your daughter down after you pulled off her shoes and jacket, letting her run into her room where you knew she'd play with her toys while you usually made dinner.
"What's her name?" He watched after the little girl, seeing her run through the hallway of your small apartment.
"(Y/D/N)...her name is (Y/D/N)."
"How old is she?" Sebastian asked, looking at the pictures that hung on your walls, pictures of a two-week-old baby up to a recent one you took when she lost her first tooth and held it up with pride.
"She turned 4 a few months ago," you answered and stood beside him, a small smile stretching over your face as you looked at the pictures of your daughter in her various life stages. Sebastian's head snapped towards you, clearly knowing that he was the father of the little girl.
"So...she's mine?" You nodded your head in response, not trusting your voice enough to give him a proper answer. His hands ruffled through his hair in expiration as he sat down on your couch.
"I'm a father, I-I have a daughter..." he mumbled to himself, not quite believing what was happening.
"Why didn't you tell me?" He didn't sound angry, instead, he sounded genuinely curious and like he just wanted to understand the way you acted.
"I was scared, Seb...you were still with Margarita when I found out and then you told me you were going away for filming again, I just-I was afraid I was either going to ruin your career or you were going to hate me and ignore me so I just packed my bags and moved here. I made some few friends and one of them helps me a lot with (Y/D/N), she works in her kindergarten," you explained, trying to stay calm and collected but all those emotions had been bottled up inside you for years now and it felt like a great relief to finally let them go.
"She's beautiful, just like her mother," Sebastian said softly, placing a hand on your knee. You couldn't help but smile at his words, looking in his direction just to see a sheepish smile on his face.
"If it's okay with you I'd like to be a part of her life. I understand if you don't want that but at least let me help you somehow, please, (Y/N)," he begged, his hand squeezing your knee slightly.
"It'd be great for her to have a father...and I really missed you," you muttered the last part, afraid to maybe scare him away.
"I missed you, too," Sebastian admitted, leaning closer to you.
"I only have about one month of press tour left, would it be okay with you if I visit you after that?"
"I'd love that," you breathed, your faces only inches away by then.
"Mummy?" the voice of your daughter startled you, causing Sebastian and you to jump apart, your face heating up in embarrassment.
"What's up, love?"
"The pencil doesn't draw anymore," she pouted slightly as you took the coloured pencil from her to sharpen it for her.
"Here you go."
"Thanks, mummy." She hurried back off into her room, causing you to look at the clock only to realise that you needed to hurry up if you didn't want her to go to bed too late.
"Let's order something," Sebastian suggested from the couch before you could run off into the small kitchen, seeing how stressed out you were.
"I can't-"
"I'll pay for it, sit down and pick something," he chuckled slightly as your dishevelled look, taking your hand and pulling you down onto the couch.
"You stress yourself out too much, (Y/N). I can't imagine how hard it must've been, being a single mum for all those years. I'm here now, I'll help you, you don't need to carry the world on your shoulder anymore."
You visibly relaxed at his words, knowing you weren't asleep after all and that you finally care about yourself as well for once. All these years you had put (Y/D/N)'s need above everything else, and you'd continue doing that until the day you'd die, but now all your responsibilities were shared with another person and you found yourself happy after all that you nearly ran into the actor that day. Sebastian had managed to flip your life upside down several times now, but you were confident that this would be the last time. From now on, things were looking up and you couldn't be happier about that.