Stay {BWWM} C.Evans

Chapter 4

"Answer, please answer." Simone muttered.

"Hey! You've reached Chris, sorry I can't – [beep]."

"Chris? Hey, it's Simone – again, um, so I'm in Denver. My plane got struck by lightning and we had to make an emergency landing. I'm so fucking pissed. There's a layover here for like, eight hours and—oh you're calling me, never mind." Simone pressed the green button to answer and sighed in relief.

"Baby? Where are you? Your flight was delayed?"

"I'm in Denver! The plane was struck by lightning."

"Holy shit, baby I'm so sorry I got wrapped up in a meeting then I rushed outta here to get to LAX in time to pick you up and you called like six times. I'm sorry." He groaned. "How long are you in Denver?"

"Eight hours." She replied, rubbing her eyes.
"Apparently the powers that be don't want me to see my boyfriend."

Chris chuckled on the other line. "Is there a private place with WIFI you can get to so we can Skype?"

"Yeah – where are you?"

"On my way home." He said. "I'll Skype you in ten?"

"Sure."

Simone ran into one of the private waiting rooms, paying the ten dollar fee for her first hour then setting up her macbook. She brushed her hair out a little bit and fixed her hair and waited patiently for the little call notification to pop up. When it did, she grinned like an idiot and pressed accept. Chris was staring down at his laptop screen with a furrowed brow.

"Do I have you?" He asked.

"Yes I'm here."

"Hello? Oh, wait. Now do I have ya?"

"Hello!"

"There we go, hi baby." He grinned. "Sorry, my volume wasn't on."

"S'okay," She yawned.

"Poor thing, I'm so sorry."

"It's okay. I just thought I'd be curled up in your bed by now. I'm so tired."

Chris stared off in the distance for a moment. "Hold on a minute."

"Wha—oh, okay."

He got up and went off screen, and Simone stared at a comic book portrait of Captain America hanging on the wall in what she assumed to be his living room. She didn't know how he was able to maintain two homes at once. Her phone beeped and she glanced over to it, seeing a picture of Tyler curled up in bed and cradling his Captain America plushie. She smiled.

"Hey, I'm back." He said.

"Look at what my sister sent me, I'm sending it to you."

He nodded, fishing his phone out of his pocket just as it vibrated. "That's adorable." He chuckled. "I miss that little guy."

"I think he misses you too." She said. "What did you disappear off for?"

"Oh I uh," He laughed. "So I've sent cars to pick up people before but I've never sent a plane."

"Excuse me?"

"I got Marvel to send you a private jet. It should be there in like an hour and a half, can you hang tight?"

"Chris, no." She told him in disbelief. "You did not do that. How much does that cost?"

"Ten grand." He said. "I'm paying five thousand, they're paying five thousand. It's fine."

"It's not fine that's so much money!"

"Simone, honestly. I just want you here and the thought of you spending the night in an airport all alone freaks me out. Please. Just let me do this for you."