Chris Evans One Shots and Imagines

Chris Evans Reads Fanfiction

"Hi can I get a cappuccino please?" I asked the woman behind the counter.
"Sure, I'll bring it right over", she replied, starting on the order i had momentarily requested.

I was in Boston for a couple of days, sight seeing, trying to decide what I should do in life.

I always wanted to be a writer, but like all things it was difficult to understand where to begin exactly. I hoped this city would help inspire my future. I laughed mentally.

"Here you go, miss" the kind lady gently put the hot steaming cappuccino in front of me on the table.
"Thanks" i smiled up to her, wrapping my cold iced fingers around the hot cup.

As I allowed the hot coffee to cool down, I took out my pad and pen and put it down in front of me, deciding to make a story plot of my next fanfiction. I haven't wrote about Captain America for a while. I'll start there, I thought to myself searching endlessly for an empty page to start writing.

Blanking out the world around me, I delved deep into my thoughts, imagining myself in a situation with captain America, and began to write from there. Jotting down sentences in no particular order, just had to describe my scenario

I was caught in the middle of a battle, wrong place at the wrong time type of thing. Cars flying, buildings exploding, people dying. I was hiding behind an overturned car, as an enemy charged towards me. Suddenly hearing this loud thud above me, it was a tall, muscled guy in a spangly outfit, holding his shield above me, shielding me from the enemy. As he dealt with the enemy, throwing his shield numerous times, watching in amazement as it boomeranged back to him, he turned to me. "Are you alright ma'am? Let's get you to safety" he said hoisting me up with one arm, slowly draping my limp arm around his neck. I remained speechless. "Thank you for saving me Cap" I said as he guided me through the mess to the curbside where medical assistants were waiting, treating the wounded. "Anytime" he saluted running back towards the warzone.

"Uh excuse me? Do you mind if I sit here?" A guy stood in front of my table, clearing his throat, I came back down to earth and looked at him confused, looking around the coffee shop and saw it had indeed filled up with people. I nodded, and cleared my throat as I shuffled awkwardly in my chair. The man smiled, "thanks, There's no other tables..." he chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck. I noticed subtle details about him, his perfectly trimmed beard, the baseball cap and sunglasses he was wearing and his blue plaid shirt. I wondered why he was wearing sunglasses in the winter. There is snow outside right now.
He cleared this throat again, looking straight ahead at me. I felt my cheeks become warm as I realized I was in a dream state looking right at him. I chuckled nervously
"Ah that's fine" I finally said after an awkward pause, "its fine" I whispered.
"You're a writer?" He asked looking at my notes on my pad, I had written almost a full page before I was interrupted.
"Oh.. I don't know?" I questioned, "I mean, I like to write but I write fanfiction" I shrugged, sipping my coffee.
The man nodded, "fanfiction? Who do you like to write about?" He asked curiously
I blushed harder, nobody has ever been so interested in my shit writing before
"Captain America mostly" I giggled shyly, looking down. This was so embarrassing.
"May I read it?" He asked, holding out his hand. I nodded skeptically and passed the notebook to him.
I sipped my coffee slowly, carefully trying to read any expressions from what I could see on his face, he kept a smile on his face which only made my nerves tingle with anxiety.

He passed the notebook back to me and sighed, "that is great writing. I'm sure captain America would be proud of that" he smiled at me.
I chuckled, taking the last few sips of my coffee.
"Dont freak out" the man said, removing his sunglasses. My eyes went wide and my mouth agape as I almost drop my cup
"Hi I'm Chris" he chuckled at my expression, holding his hand out for a handshake
I nervously put the cup back down and extended my hand out of politeness
"(Y/...Y/N)" I stuttered, my breath catching in the back of my throat
"Nice to meet you (Y/N)" he said tapping the table with his fingertips. "Do you have Twitter?" He asked curiously, taking out his phone
"Uhhh...yes...yes I do..uh why?" I asked making a mess of my words, overwhelmed with nerves. I wasn't even sure if I fell asleep and this was a dream
"Well, i wanna follow you so i can read your stuff when you've uploaded, you're a great writer and I just love reading fanfiction. I love people's imaginations" he smiled.

I gave him my Twitter handle and sure enough he followed me.
"Oh my God thank you so much" I said a bit more surprised than I intended to sound, the last thing I wanted to do was fangirl like crazy
"I look forward to talking to you" he winked, standing up and putting his sunglasses back on.
"I have to go though, it was great meeting you. Maybe we can DM later and you can send me links to your works" he smiled, I nodded. Still convinced I fell asleep in the coffee shop, and the was a dream plot for my next fanfiction.

I gathered my thoughts, everyone around me was starting to leave. I looked down at the notebook and saw Chris had left his signature on the bottom. My heart raced and skipped many beats making me feel slightly nauseous. I packed up my things and decided to head back to the hotel

I took a long thoughtful hot steamy shower to warm my body up from the cold. Still thinking about the coffee shop, still believing I was asleep. There's no way Chris would ever read fanfiction right? I was paying too much attention to my thoughts in my head.

I pulled back the covers and climbed into bed, letting out a satisfied sigh as my head hit the pillow. I checked my phone for the last time tonight and had a notification of a message on Twitter, from Chris Evans. My heart jumping up my throat and exiting my body it felt like, it felt like my soul had left my body. I couldn't function my fingers. I eagerly opened the message
Chris Evans
Hey, just wanted to say thanks for letting me sit with you in the coffee shop. It was a pleasure to meet you and hope you got back safe? Looking forward to reading your work. Chris

What was I supposed to say to that?
Y/N
Hey Chris! This feels too much of a dream. I can't believe this happened. I'm safe in my hotel room thank you for caring! Y/N

I mentally scolded myself, copying his style of writing. I normally rely lazily to people. Ugh cringe moment.

Soon enough my phone pinged with a new notification
Chris Evans
You're adorable (Y/N). This is real. Do you wanna hang out tomorrow? I could give you some ideas about your story?

I smiled to myself, replying yes to his question.

I turned my phone on silent, putting it on the table next to the bed, closing my eyes and falling into a deep undisturbed sleep.