Three's A Crowd

Forty Nine | Days With Sebastian Stan, Captain Rogers, and Agent Celastiel

Sebastian's POV:

It's Chris and (y/n)'s last day in Boston before they have to fly for London to finally wrap up the new Avengers' movie and while I'm not doing anything really important, I'm staying at the Evans'. Lisa insisted that I did so I wouldn't have to be lonely back home. Mama and (m/n) had to head back to NYC too, catching a flight with Carly and the fam. All the couples and kids had to go back to LA and New York cause apparently, school is more important than spending time with your very cool uncles and aunts who they rarely see anymore.

Uncles and aunts who they would see again in due time, but its rare they get to see them altogether, but that's not a valid reason for them to skip school so in conclusion...

School is important.

Right now, it's just me, (y/n), Chris, Scott, and Lisa in the house. Maddie and Kristen had school and wouldn't be back until one o'clock and Shana was working, so Scott or Chris would have to take the drive.

It's a peaceful noon, sun's not too bright, just a right amount of warmth for the end of September, fairly cloudy outside with the trees starting to shift a bit in color since we're nearing October. I had lighten up a pumpkin spice scented candle earlier, setting the mood. Unfortunately, the 'mood' sent (y/n) and Chris both to sleep; Chris' head rest on my lap while (y/n) rested her head on my shoulder, hand cradling an open book on her lap.

Chris' intention for the rest of the day was sleeping, (y/n) thought that finishing off (y/f/book) again would help her stay awake and make her last day in Boston more... productive.

That didn't really turn out as planned.

I couldn't move much, but it was a surprisingly comfortable position. East had been coming back and forth for the past few minutes trying to fit in the human puzzle but he couldn't seem to lay in a comfortable spot on the couch, so he decided to take the single couch chair right beside us.

"I'm still tryin' to figure out how you three fit in that couch so well..."

I slightly shift to see Lisa coming from the kitchen with a bowl of purple grapes. I chuckle softly as she stands above the couch's backrest, lowering the bowl to offer me some.

"Poor things... they both look so tired."

I chuckled softly, carefully setting my other arm on the backrest over (y/n)'s head as I set the book down for a moment. "The kids woke us up at two AM to say goodbye. These two decided to drive them. I slept in the van with Stella, (y/n) drove, Chris took another vehicle."

Lisa hummed as we continued eating the grapes in comfortable silence, just watching as both (y/n) and Chris doze off. Chris lets out a heavy snore, which startles (y/n) so much that she moves her hand to hit whatever's making the noise, only to hit me. Lisa laughs. "I'd take a picture, but that would ruin the moment."

I shook my head playfully at her comment, looking down as a little smile tugging on the corner of my lips at how funny it would be to have captured what just happened. I wouldn't mind a picture for safekeeping... but I guess just having it burned to memory makes it even more special.

And funnier.

"Don't worry, I got it!"

And then there's Scott with a smug look slapped onto his face with his phone held up to eye-level, walking through the front door in a haste with Kristen and Maddie trailing behind him, keeping up with their over ecstatic uncle.

I reach behind me and take the pillow I had behind my back, throwing it at Scott. "You're such a dork."

"Aw c'mon, you just don't like being called cute," Scott laughs as he tosses the pillow to another empty chair, bringing the girls to his front. "Girls get in there!"