The Christmas Con (Chris Evans x Reader)

Chapter 6

"There. All done," Chris said proudly, placing a final stone on his completed snowman's smile.

You stuck a carrot into your own snowman before inspecting his handiwork. "Not bad. Although his coal button eyes are a little off center and his nose is crooked."

You reached up to straighten them, but he slapped your hands away and spread his arms and legs to block his snowman from you. "Don't touch my frosty. He is perfect just the way he is and I love him. Soulless uncentered black eyes and all." He gave his snowman a big hug making you and the kids laugh.

"Listen, Elsa, if I have to freeze my tail off out here, then you could at least do me the courtesy of making his nose straight," you giggled, reaching under his arms to fix it. He grabbed you around the waist and spun you away, holding your arms down as you struggled in his strong grip.

"No touchy, babe, or there will be consequences," he warned in a teasing voice as the kids started gathering around, abandoning their own snowmen.

"Oh, yeah? Well you know what this means, don't you?" You said, relaxing your stance so he unsuspectingly started to loosen his embrace. You winked at the kids who started running in opposite directions, knowing exactly what was about to go down. Breaking his hold and taking off after one group, you scooped up a snowball and nailed him in the chest as he stood in surprise. "Snowball war!" you yelled.

"It's on!" He shouted back, quickly running behind a tree with a few of the other kids.

You hurried to help your niece prepare a few snowballs as the first line of fire came in from the trees.

"Come out and face us like girls, you jellyfish scaredy cats!" She shrieked, catching you off guard by her fierceness as she stood up and charged the tree line with a warrior cry worthy of Wonder Woman, flinging snowballs as far as her little strength would allow.

"You heard our commander," you declared, raising a fist full of snow to the rest of your group who were bouncing in anticipation. "Attack!"

Your merry band of children took off with yells and cheers as Chris' army ran out of the trees whooping and hollering with your best friend in the lead. He shot you in the butt as you bent to collect more ammo and laughed, running away as you chased after him.

"Get back here, Christopher!" You bellowed after him. The snow was to slippy for you to properly run but he wasn't being as cautious.

"You'll have to catch me first, babe!" He shouted over his shoulder with a beaming smile. He watched you high step through the snow, throwing snowballs at his retreating figure. Suddenly, his legs flew out from under him with a yelp and he seemed to hang in the air for a few moments, arms flailing, before he thumped on the ground with a loud oof.

"Chris!" You shouted, worried he injured himself. Dropping your remaining snowballs you hurried to where he was lying in the snow. When you reached him, you saw he was holding his chest and groaning. You kneeled down and gingerly touched his arms and legs.  "Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?"

"Just my pride," he chuckled. You helped him sit up and he dusted snow off his coat. "I think I won the battle."

"Possibly," you mused. You smirked and sneakily grabbed a handful of snow. "But, I'll win the war." He gasped, stunned as you smashed the snow onto his chest pushing him back on the ground.

You were laughing at your victory when he grabbed you around the waist, pulling you down on top of him with a surprised squeal.

"You think you're so cute, huh?" He growled. Adrenaline was coursing through your veins as his arms held you tight to him, allowing every inch of him to be pressed against you. You gulped in excited anticipation, as he gazed up with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Seeing as you like to play dirty, angel, let's see if you like this," he muttered huskily, the deep timber of his voice distracting you.