Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan Character Imagines

Help Chris Evans Pt. 3

WARNING: Slight smut, curse words, fluff, hotness, cuteness. P.s. gimme a break i haven't wrote much of anything like this before bare with me i promise my writing doesn't suck that bad. This one is gonna be hella long..........

After Anthony and Sebastian left it was just me and Chris. Oh god it was just me and Chris. What was i supposed to do? What was i supposed to say? Hey it's been real I'm gonna get my stuff and find a way back home? God no, but i needed to say something at least! "So, Chris," i hesitated why the fuck did i hesitate? Chris looked up from behind the fridge door pulling out a bottle of water. "Yeah Ally?" he said softly those blue eyes are gonna kill me.... fuck what do i say now?! "Uhm, so what do you do for fun around here when you don't have friends over?" That's lovely Allison just fucking lovely "Well," he stated ",usually I'm either out or here at home with Dodger on my phone or watching t.v. but that's before you came into my life so, i don't really know." he spoke giving out a deep sigh as he walked back over to the couch and sat down with myself still in his comfy chair. "We can play a game?" i said looking up at Chris as he gave me a quizzical stare. "Or not that's totally fine."I shyed away pulling the large hood over my head to cover my reddened face. He just laughed standing up to pull the hood off of my face. "No, that sounds like fun. What game did you have in mind?" as he pulled my shield from my face to look at him i stared for a second before my eyes trailed down to my lap. "Well, we don't know much about each other, so i figured we can play a game sort of like twenty questions. But we each take a turn asking each other questions. No, questions off limits. Total free reign of the questions each of us asks." i spoke with eagerness in my voice hoping he would play along. The room was silent for all but a moment before Chris sat back down in his respected seat and gave his answer. "That sounds like a fun game, let's play." i was so ecstatic Chris decided to play along.

"Okay ladies first! What exactly do you do for a living because your place is amazing!" i asked with a huff letting my arms fall on my covered legs. Chris took a second to respond as if i would be scared or grossed out by his profession. "I'm an actor." he stated, i cocked an eyebrow at him. "An actor? Really? I don't believe you. Prove me wrong Evans." i said as i crossed my arms, he laughed his gorgeous laugh that i so loved to hear. "No it's true! I've played on the first Fantastic Four movie as Johnny Blaze, and my more recent role as Captain America in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, i swear!" He laughed as i nodded my head. "Of course you did Evans. I believe you. Kinda figured a bachelor living in this kind of apartment house had to either be a lawyer, business man, or an actor. Anyways it's your turn to ask me a question." as i pointed to him he seemed to have a question ready for me. "Why do you sometimes call me by my last name?" Chris asked i don't know if he was perturbed by me calling him by his last name or just curious. "Well, my dad was a colonel in the U.S Army and growing up he would always call us kids by our last name when we were in trouble or even if we did one little thing wrong. He wasn't the best dad, he sure as hell wasn't father of the year either but he was a damn good colonel to the Army. I guess he just wanted us to follow in his footsteps. I guess my dad really drilled it into my brain"I said as i tried to look anywhere but at Chris. "Seems almost fair." he stated, my turn. "Do you have any of your own movies we could watch?" i asked and almost instantly Chris' eyes grew wide and his cheeks and nose changing to a crimson red, "Oh hell no most of my movies that i have done are really embarrassing. I do not and will not keep any of my movies in my house ever!" he retorted almost collapsing from embarrassment i couldn't help but laugh at him. "Okay i just asked jeez, besides there's always Netflix or hulu." i laughed even harder as Chris sighed in defeat. "Alright but just one for tonight and that's all!"Chris jokingly pointed his finger at me with a big goofy grin plastered on his face as i leaned back in my chair bellowing with laughter. "Oh my god, okay your turn Chris." i calmed myself down and wiped the tears from my cheeks preparing myself for him next question. "Okay here's one that i want the truth for." i suddenly got nervous about the next words that wee about to spill from him mouth. "Why are you always trying to cover yourself up? If you have scars or something like that it-" I instantly cut him off. "No, i don't have scars, or well not a lot of them actually they aren't very visible to the naked eye anyways you'd really have to be looking for them to see them they are so old. The reason besides that as to why i always try to cover myself up is cause. I'm not really.. i... i don't have... confidence in myself, i guess, I'm fat, too big to fit into nice clothes, my chest is too big, my hair isn't long and wavy, I never look good in any photo I've ever taken. I'm not the girl the guy gets at the end of the movie. I'm always the bridesmaid never a bride. I can't tell you how many of my friends have gotten married over the last few years." Tears start to well up in my eyes; a few start falling as i continue my explanation to Chris as i hear him shift his weight off of the couch and walk towards me. "I'm not desirable to anyone at least not for a long period of time, i hate the way i look even in sweatpants and a t-shirt. I just hate myself Chris, everything that i am, i used to not be able to get up out of bed i was so depressed in my teenage years. I- I-' Chris cut me off by kneeling in front of me and using his right hand to cup my cheek and his free hand to grab my hands in his. "Ally shh, shh, I'm sorry i shouldn't have asked such a deep question like that and I'm sorry, Look at me." he took his left hand and put it under my chin for me to look into his eyes, we were only inches apart and only knew each other for a day but i felt a spark fly between us again as we locked eyes, his deep blue orbs boring into my pale baby blues. "You are desirable, you are not fat, you are healthy, scars or not, you are beautiful in every which way. Long hair or short, it doesn't matter, red or blonde, who gives a damn." Chris wiped away the few stray tears on my cheeks as he continued. "Any man would be one lucky son of a bitch to have you, and be there for you no matter what happens. You can look good in anything you wear you just have to own it! You are worth it Allison and don't you dare let anyone tell you different!" He stated as he kept his eyes locked with mine. I felt him start to lean forward as did i and before either one of us knew it, our lips were locked together moving in sync. It felt so right i thought it felt right with Michael but boy was i totally wrong. As our lips moved against one another it felt as though time had stopped and it was just us alone in the universe.