Dilemma | A Chris Evans, Ransom Drysdale, and Steve Rogers x Reader Fanfic

Econ 101

You laughed hysterically at the terrible joke Steve just told you. He had his awkwardness, but his kind, charming aspects made up for it.

"I told you! I'm not a comedian." Steve joined in your laughter before settling in his seat.

"Clearly... So, Steve, why are you in my art history class? I thought it was mainly for undergraduates." You questioned him before taking a sip of the hot chocolate he bought you. He claimed it was his way of saying thanks for saving him a seat in class.

He took a sip of the tea he bought for himself before answering, "Well, it's kind of a funny story. But, basically, I am really into art. I enjoy all the different styles of art and artists and how they varied by country and time period... So, I had enough free time in my schedule. Why not take an art history class?"

"Oh, wow, that's great!" You checked your watch. "Oh, no. I should probably start heading out. My next class starts in a couple of minutes."

"Oh, which class?" Steve asked.

"Economics 101 with Professor Lamina," you told him and began packing your stuff.

"Lamina in Schoening Hall? I love him! I wanted to be a TA for his class, but the position was already filled. I can walk you if you'd like." Steve smiled.

"I would love that," you smiled back. With that, the two of you began to walk across campus to your next lecture hall.

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"Well, thanks for the walk and the hot chocolate. See you next class?" You nervously clutched the art history textbooks in your hands.

"For sure. Save me a seat again next time?" Steve gave a hearty chuckle before saluting you and walking away.

You laughed along before walking into the auditorium. It was slightly packed with students already, considering the class started in 10 or so minutes. You observed the room for any empty seats and found one towards the front.

There was another person nearby, but he was sitting in a chair close to the professor's desk. You assumed it was Professor Lamina. This man was wearing a long coat with a floral scarf wrapped around his neck, along with tattered, brown, leather Gucci loafers. He had sunglasses on, so you couldn't really tell what he looked like. But, he had brown hair and a stern facial expression.

You didn't realize how long you were staring at him until he seemed to sense your gaze and look up at you. He took off his sunglasses, revealing his piercing blue eyes. You let out a little gasp, quickly ducking your head as you made your way to the front row.

You sunk into your seat and waited for him to start class. You heard him scoff before returning to the book at hand. He seemed very familiar, but you couldn't quite place where you've seen him before.

A couple of minutes passed. Students were continuing to chatter and fill up the rest of the lecture hall. Class was going to start soon, so you took out the materials you needed.

"Okay," a booming voice entered the room. You looked up to see the man from earlier standing up. He began to take off his long coat, underneath was a white cable-knit sweater. From faraway, you couldn't tell but his sweater had a couple of holes around the neck. "I'm not Professor Lamina. The name's Ransom Drysdale. I'm the teacher's assistant for this class."

His eyes observed everyone in the room as it fell silent. There was a collective tension when people began to realize who Ransom was.

"Isn't that Harlan Thrombey's grandson?" Someone whispered to their friend beside you.

So that's where I recognized him from... Before you could ponder on Ransom's presence, the actual Professor Lamina walked into the room.

"Ah, I see Ransom has already introduced himself. Hello, everyone. I'm Professor Lamina and welcome to Economics 101! Let's get started with the lesson plans for today. Ransom, could you pass these papers out?" Professor Lamina was a tall, dark-skinned male. He had gorgeous hair and was dressed in a rather casual outfit for a professor. He seemed chill.

Ransom began making his way around the room, handing out stacks of paper at a time to each row. You were sitting at the edge of the first row, so when he got to your side of the room, you grew nervous.

You smiled at him as he counted how many papers to give to you. You looked up hesitantly to meet his eyes, which with he was staring intently at you.

He smirked when you looked away, feeling heat rising to your cheeks.

He's even more good-looking up close... You thought to yourself.

"Here you go, Y/N." His husky voice was like music to your ears. He set the stack of papers in front of you and walked away to go back to his seat.

You thanked him almost inaudibly and passed the papers to the person next to you. You looked up to catch another glimpse of a Ransom and noticed that he was looking too.

You gulped and quickly engaged yourself in the paper Professor Lamina was discussing.

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Your last class was finally over and you could rest for the day. You began packing up yourself and headed for the door. You found yourself stuck in a crowd of people, all trying to leave through a tiny door.

"Excuse me," a familiar voice said from behind you. That same voice belonged to Ransom. He placed his hand gently on your lower back to move past you.

You froze in your spot, prompting other students to lightly jab you forward. You shook what just happened out of your head. Ransom Drysdale was quite the celebrity around here, and you could see why. He was charming, mysterious, and quite handsome.

But, something made you feel uneasy about him. You couldn't exactly pin down what it was, yet the way he would look at you was odd...