CHRIS EVANS & SEBASTIAN STAN IMAGINES

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1940's

[How it all started]

You were dressed to the nines.  Your attire made you feel like a diamond in this neighborhood. Black leather heeled boots, an authentic fur coat, matched with satin gloves and pearled jewelry.

Your husband was a rich businessman, who wasn't at home most of the time. He traveled from towns to states, countries to continents. Leaving you alone at the mansion, stuck with the maids and butlers.

Ever since you turned nineteen and got married, you haven't gotten a job since. It was fun at first, having a break; but now it was just exhausting. There wasn't anything to motivate you. Obviously, you tried out hobbies; like painting, knitting, writing... Even pottery.

It's as if nothing was joyful anymore, just plain and bland.

You were searching for a toy. Preferably a young man, to simply entertain you. The practice of monogamy was in question. You were never the type to commit adultery before but you had grown so eager for love and affection.

The folks of Brooklyn knew you well.

Mr. (L/N)'s wife, known for wealth and beauty.

You walked on the sidewalk, passing familiar faces, ocasionally flashing a smile. Some even stopped to start conversation, it was a sweet gesture.

You nuzzled your nose further into your jacket collar, it was awfully cold for October. A faint mist drizzled from the sky foreshadowing some rain, yet, people were as jolly as they could be.

You saw a young couple walk out of a small coffee shop.

They both had bright smiles, blushed cheeks and wore that loving look upon their faces. The blonde boy opened the door for the small brunette, smiling. She stepped out taking his hand in hers,  swinging their clasped limbs lightly.

Your lips pressed into a straight line; you remembered when your husband used to treat you like that. Even though you were only twenty-three, it felt as if your marriage was dead years ago.

Face unreadable, you walk into the home-owned shop. The odour of sweet pastries and caffeinated beverages welcomed you into the cozy atmosphere. Your mood got better by the second. Padding towards the counter, you were greeted by a redhead.

"Hi, what can I get you?" She asked politely. Your eyes scanned the menu, everything looked good. You tapped your chin, humming a familiar tune.

"I'll have a cup of (Favourite Tea), and a piece of (Favourite Pie)." You pulled out your wallet. She pressed the pistons, taking your offered money and returning you the change.

"It'll be ready in a few minutes." She smiled. You walked over to an empty table and sat. The person behind you was a dark-haired male with beautifully defined features.

"What do you mean I don't have enough money?" He spoke. The redhead had an apologetic look on her face. "I'm sorry sir, but that amount doesn't cover the taxes." He sucked in a breath. "Seriously?" He said in a bit of an angry tone. Embarrassment was written all over his face.

"I'll pay." You said, pushing your chair back in. The pair looked at you, a smirk played at your lips. "What?" The man asked, blue eyes gazing into yours.

"I'll pay. I have too much money anyways." You tossed a twenty dollar bill on the counter. "Are you sure?" The cashier asked. "Yes." You grinned, not looking away from the man.