Marvel Imagines

Chris Evans- Music

(Requested by @morgzlea)

You smile to yourself as your students pack up their instruments and slowly file out of the room. You're a music teacher at Juilliard, and one of the perks of being Chris Evans wife, you write most of the music for his movies.

After you've entered your office and sat down, you rub your swollen belly and dial Chris' number.

"Hey, babe. Everything okay? The baby too?" His voice sounds through your phone, making you smile.

"Yeah, everything's fine. I just wanted to call on the music for Civil War? The director told me to fax over the sheet music and download it-"

"You're pregnant, for Gods sake. You shouldn't be doing all of that!" Chris mutters.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine!" You assure him, spinning in your chair and facing the computer. "But I've got to get this piece done, I'll call you when I'm on the way home."

"Don't call and drive, Bryana. Can't you just come home now?"

"I'm a 27 year old women, I think I'll make my own decisions." You say, humming under your breath as you write down the melody on a music sheet.

"Bryana," He whines.

Rolling your eyes, you collect your music and stuff it into your bag. "I'm coming home, Chris. Stop being a baby,"

"Great! I'll see you soon, love you." He says cheerily.

"Love you too," You murmur, ending the call and begin to walk to your car.