Only You | T.Holland

You said you wouldn't talk about my fat feet!

I was sat in the hair and makeup trailer with Robert next to me getting his special effects makeup put on to make it look like he had been beaten up.

Today we were filming some scenes on Titan where we fight Thanos.

"You know, I worked it out. During the entire time filming this movie, I've spent a total of 39 hours in hair and makeup. How crazy is that." I spoke to RDJ as my wig was fitted onto my head and I continued eating the burrito I had picked up from craft services.

"Can you imagine if I added up the time I'd been in hair and makeup through the ten years?" He laughed as he titled his head to the side for the makeup artists.

"I can't believe it's been ten years since the first movie. Must be crazy for you." I closed my eyes as I was asked so I could have a bruise painted onto my face. They added the darker colours under my eye and put on some fake blood to give the idea I had a busted lip.

Me and Robert continued our joking around in the trailer, not even leaving once the stylists were finished. We were running early anyway, the costume department were still steaming everyone's costumes.

The door opened and more laughter could be heard and Chris and Seb walked into the trailer.

"Hey kid!" Chris yelled, walking over to me and hugging me from behind.

"Hey bro" I stated simply as I rolled my eyes at the childish nickname. "Come to get that awful beard taken care of?" I sipped on my water bottle and watched as he now rolled his own eyes.

"Don't lie, you like my beard."

"Suits you, Evans." Robert joined in, sending a flirtatious wink to Chris and blowing him a kiss mockingly.

I stood up and let somebody take my seat and get ready. Chris tried to jump in but I held my hand out to stop him.

"No. It's for Sebastian, I don't even like you." I told him with a straight face as Seb smirked and sat in the chair, waiting to have his wig fitted.

"Don't be like that, Carter. Everyone knows I'm your favourite brother." Chris laughed as I walked away and headed for the door to the trailer.

"Hmmm, debatable!" I yelled back as I shut the door behind me and headed to wardrobe. 

I pulled my phone out to see if I had any notifications I had missed while getting ready. I had a few texts and twitter messages but nothing major. I also had a missed call from Lucy, so I quickly called her back.

"Hey, Carter." I heard her chirpy voice call through the phone.

"Hey, what's up?" I asked her as I dodged past all the crew members carrying pieces of equipment.

"I got a call from your publicist earlier today and the press tour. She said that since she represents a lot of the marvel cast, she's sending you all in groups this time and at the moment it's looking like you'll be touring with Robert, Benedict, Pom and Chris Pratt for the American leg."

"Well that make sense, I have a lot of scenes with them." I shrugged my shoulders to myself as I opened the door to the trailer and greeted the stylists waiting with my costume. "I'm just in wardrobe right now, are you on set?"

"I'm at craft services right now, but I'll be there on set in like 25 minutes."

I said goodbye to Lucy and put the phone down on the side table.

"Right, lets get into this thing." I laughed and I started taking of my sneakers and my socks.

I started up a conversation with the wardrobe ladies as I have done since the day we started filming. It takes a total of thirty-five minutes to put on my suit with all the layers and attachments, so it's best to have a chat and pass the time.

"Also! I'm arranging a night out, it's on Friday and it's like a pre-wrap party." I told them as they zipped up lower half of the suit.

"A pre-wrap party? Why not just wait until we wrap?" Suzie asked, walking over to me from the vanity with my belt in her hand.

"Because I'm 21 years young and need any excuse to drink?" I shrugged my shoulders and laughed. Suzie clipped the belt into place and it sat snuggly on my waist, defining my figure.

"Fair enough." She laughed. "Right, you need to take off your top now." She said as polite as she could - no matter how hard she always sounded so abrupt when asking the cast to take off the their clothes. It's awkward at first  but when you're changing in front of them everyday, you become pretty comfortable.

"Take a girl to dinner first." I laughed as I pulled off my tank top and laid it on the side, leaving myself in only my black bra.

I slid my arms into the sleeves that hung in front of me at my hips and waited for the ladies to tell me to start pulling the sleeves up. I turned around, knowing the next step of getting ready was to remove my strapless bra in order to make the suit look sleek and seamless.

My bare back was quickly exposed and I leant my head forward so that my wig was in front of me and couldn't get caught in the zipper.

"Hey, do you guys have my- oh, um. My - uh- my bad."

"Relax Tom, it's nothing you haven't seen before." I sighed as the girls pulled on the suit to ensure it all sat in the right places.

"Woah, okay!" I heard Chris' voice call before I heard a slapping sound, followed by another one. "And let's just address the fact that that was way to much information about my little sister's love life. Like, I could've gone my whole life without knowing that, FYI."

My suit was zipped up so I turned around to see my brother covering Tom's eyes as well as his own.

"Don't be a baby, Chris." I rolled my eyes and watched as he simply stood still with his hand over his eyes like a child. Tom did the same, not bothering to try and move my brother's hand.

"I'm dressed, you can take your hand away now." I laughed  as Chris slowly removed his hand from his face but not from Tom's.

"I don't think I want him to see you, not after what I just heard." Chris slowly lowered his hand before crossing his arms over his chest.

"Anyway, I came looking for my boots because they weren't in the prop trailer." Chris asked.

"Yeah, I was going to bring them to you after I was dressed." I looked down to see what he was wearing on his feet instead of his boots. "Seriously? I told you to stop wearing my slippers! You've got fat feet!" I groaned and slumped my shoulders. They were my new pink fluffy slippers that had a picture of a unicorn on them that a fan had given me at a recent press event.

"You said you wouldn't talk about my fat feet!" He covered his face with his hands trying to avoid everyone's gaze.

Tom stood next to him, trying his best not to laugh. He knew that Chris still wasn't his biggest fan after what happened between us.

Chris grabbed his boots before storming out like a child with a pout on his face. I couldn't help but laugh at him, as did everyone else in the trailer.

The laughter died down and soon enough it was back to an awkward silence once again. I hated that I'm partly to blame for this tension on set - through my entire time with the cast, including the times I would tag along with my brother, I've never known the set to be so quiet when situations like these arise.

"I'm just going to get my cape and then it's all yours." I told him quietly. He opened his mouth as if to say something but then decided against it and closed it again, simply replying with a nod of his head and looking to the ground.

I picked up my cape and thanked the ladies before heading towards the door. My left hand gripped the door knob, but something made me stop and turn around.

"I'm arranging a night on the town, on Friday. You should come." I told him simply.

"Oh! Uh- ye - yeah! I'd love to - I mean - if you're okay with that."

His stumbling never failed to give me butterflies.

"Yeah, of course. It's a cast thing, Harrison is welcome too." I gave a small smile before walking out and letting the door close behind me.

What have I done?

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