Avengers: Endgame premiered earlier this evening, and Chris Evans has finally made it to his hotel room for the night.
He starts thinking of a certain Romanian sweetheart, specifically how sparks fly between them, and he nearly jumps right out of h...
"I am only a spark: Make me a fire." ~Amado Nervo~
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I'm no longer Captain America. The shield has been passed down to the next sentinel of liberty, the next man out of time.
That thought, it's jarring, but now I can really, truly breathe.
I sigh in relief as I open the door and step into my hotel room, ready to head to bed after such an emotionally draining premiere.
I play the evening through my head as I shrug off my suit coat and loosen my tie.
Endgame was a dazzling success. It was a wonderful night. Everyone was there. I cried at least six times.
A moment stays at the front of my mind even after I toss my phone onto the bed and stretch out on it, staring up at the ceiling.
I find the edges of the moment and pull it into focus, so I can properly appreciate it.
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Those stormy-ocean eyes.
That sharp jawline.
His gently-tanned skin.
The way his eyes lit up when he turned and saw me weaving through the crowd, my eyes locked on him.
How tightly he hugged me when I finally made it to him.
The sparks dancing between us.
It wasn't something new, not something we haven't experienced before, but it's suddenly become a hell of a lot more noticeable to everyone around us.
Scarlett, Jeremy, Mackie, Robert, basically everyone that's involved in our lives— they see the sparks, and it's been the topic of several conversations.
There's been some pressure for us to "come out," but the thing is, neither of us know what exactly is going on.
We aren't sure if it's because we know each other so well, or if it's a sign that maybe there's something more between us that we haven't explored yet.
I'm not turned off by the thought of exploring with him, in fact, it's the exact opposite, and I can't help but get lost in my daydreams and fantasies from time to time.
I'm also pretty set in my belief that I'm absolutely in love with him, so I'm not even trying to hide my emotions at this point.
It's just, well, we haven't quite talked about it directly, because neither of us want anything to be forced. We've both been fucked over by rushing into relationships or letting the public consume and spit out our relationships.
