Three's A Crowd

Sixty Three | The Thrill of Cameras and Red Carpet Whispers

"Oh god, this dress is gonna be the death of me." I chuckled nervously, my hands pressed against the full length mirror in Chris' office space in his place... in LA... well that rhymed well. Lisa, Carly, Shana, and I were getting ready for the worldwide premiere of Avengers: Age of Ultron, Sebastian, who drove me here, was downstairs and Chris was in his room getting ready himself. The Evans ladies were currently downstairs, taking pictures and doing makeup, looking absolutely stunning while I stood here in insolation looking like I was constipated. "I look like Jell-O wrapped in yellow seaweed." I mutter under my breath, dropping my head down.

"Jell-O could not have looked anymore gorgeous wrapped in seaweed, the hell are you talking about?"

I turn back around to see Chris by the donning dark blue striped slacks and a blue tie, my eyes following the glass in his hand.

"Don't flatter me." I point an accusing finger at him. I furrow my eyebrows together and immediately walk over to him, shaking my head in disapproval of the glass he had his fingers wrapped around. "You should not be drinking right now." I tut, taking the glass away from him and downing the rest of it, the burn of Scotch swirling down to my stomach, scrunching my nose at the sudden burn. "You've had Scotch this whole time?"

"I still have like, half a bottle in my room, it's fine." he tossed his head back to gesture his room. I cross my arms, staring back up at him, his eyes immediately straying away from mine. He was sweating a little bit and gosh, if that didn't worry me already then the very, very faint sound of his heartbeat in this thankfully closed room had done the trick.

"Chris, I can hear your heartbeat right now, are you okay?" I half-whispered, pressing a hand to the middle of his chest, which was indeed pounding beneath my fingertips, squeezing his arm with the other hand as some type of reassurance.

"Movie premiere jitters, honey, I'll be fine." he mutters, leaning down and resting his chin on my shoulder, smelling like Scotch and his normal scent. He presses a kiss on my shoulder, and I can feel him breathe in relief, eyelashes brushing against my skin. "I just wanted to stay in today, is that so much to ask?"

"They're in the house, honey, they're gonna know." I warn him softly, letting him stay in this position, feeling his heartbeat slow down while I rub his back comfortingly.

"They're not gonna know..." he mumbled, nosing my neck, causing me to flinch and let out a laugh. I run a hand through his hair, hair caught in between my fingers as I smoothened them back, tucking back a little stray strand back to the side of his head.

"What happened to being careful?"

"Come on, I'm nervous as fuck... the TV downstairs isn't helping."

I laugh again. "Well a good thing about this premiere is that Lisa, Shana, Carly, and me are gonna be there, and we're gonna be just fine..."

"How about, you just walk down the red carpet with me and..."

"Mmm... Sebastian did the same thing in 2011, I said no. You're gonna be fine." I coo, patting his back while he sways us side to side, muttering a childish 'I hate you'. "No, you don't. Just be the Captain America we all know and love."

"(y/n)? You in there hon?" Lisa called from below, footsteps advancing up. Chris lifts his head up and groans.

"Yup! I'm still here!" I say, pulling away from Chris, pretending to fix his tie. Lisa opens the door at the right moment, peeking her head in. Chris waves at his mom before walking over to the mirror to fix his cuffs and belt and whatever he could fumble with.

"I overheard you not... liking the dress. What's wrong?" Lisa asked, her hand on my shoulder as she helped me straighten up. The thing about this dress was that it was perfect fit, as if it were tailored just for me but... I don't know, with how well it fit, I was looking for what didn't fit in and my insecurities were just getting to me and everything just seemed to look... wrong with this dress on me.