When twenty-eight-year-old Sebastian Stan scores a huge role for Marvel's newest superhero origin movie, secretly dedicated to his best friend's cute obsession with the comics, both Sebastian and (y/n) meet "some guy" from Boston and (y/n) falls in...
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"The Russo's are gonna flip." I muttered as I stared at the tweet on (y/n)'s phone. She sat beside me in her SHIELD agent costume, going to do the introduction scene with Chris and Samuel in a few minutes. I rub my face in exhaustion.
"I told you."
I turn back at (y/n) and pout. "But I was hungry! It's not like we can just tear the costumes off..."
Okay, I admit. That was really irresponsible of me, and I take full blame of it. I groaned and buried my face into my hands. (y/n) lays a hand on my shoulder. "Hey, at least there's no picture. If there was... we're most likely to get fired." (y/n) joked dryly, plopping down beside me and crossing her arms. I turned to her and shook my head at her playfully.
"Again, you're exaggerating."
"Yeah, I am...." she sighed, looking back in another direction. Moments of silence later, she turns back to me, face a little brighter with a new found hope. "Maybe we can talk to Chris?"
I cock an eyebrow up at (y/n). "And what the hell is Chris gonna do?"
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"What were you girls even thinkin'?"
So... yeah...
Chris has got his ties with GMA. Yay. We had to excuse him from his costume fitting for it and he was pretty straight forward with his messages, all formal and... cold-ish. No one could know, or else me and (y/n) are really really screwed. I rolled my eyes at him as I pack up the rest of my things for fight rehearsal. "Just a late night drive out."
"That's where all the junk food came from?"
"Duh. Who else would want to ruin your diet?"
Chris face palmed, muttering a continuous strong of profanities, making me chuckle. I sling my duffle bag over my shoulder and give him a quick side hug. "I'll see you guys tonight."
"Isn't it your day off?" Chris called out as I continued my way out of the studio.
"Rehearsal. I'll be in my hotel room after, (y/n) has my number if you guys need me!" I hollered as I finally make it to the door, shutting it behind me.
