Breaking Molds and Taking Names
Part 3
Warnings: none; minor character death Word Count: 3.3K Pairing: Chris Evans x reader
Part 2 Masterlist Part 4
3000 BC Ancient Mesopotamia
A cloaked figure is seen maneuvering through the back alleyways of a sleeping village. Stealthily, they moved across obstacles of crates and logs that had been in their path. Not a sound was made from them, all was still.
Although a full moon lay high in the night sky, the heavy spattering of clouds blocked out most of the light. Gaps led to the natural light to flow unfiltered and hit the ground below. Illuminating the unknown path that the stranger was taking, yet it seemed they didn’t need the extra help.
The sound of something snapping off in the distance halted the figure mid-step. Slowly and cautiously, they place their foot down and tried to mold themselves against the mud-brick wall. Trying to appear as insignificant as possible. As if choosing that moment, the sky darkened once more. Blanketing the world in darkness and giving this being their blessing to continue on their journey.
Removing themselves from the safety of the wall, the figure walked on. This time, hunched over and repeatedly throwing furtive glances behind them in caution. Making sure that they aren’t being followed to their destination.
Moments passed on in the same manner. The figure moving from alleyway to alleyway with no end in sight. That is, until they make a sudden right turn into a dead-end. The only thing inside the walkway was a single wooden door. Ominous looking as it was, the figure squared their shoulders and brought their fist up. Beating a specific pattern into the decaying fibers, the figure waits.
Patience led to agitation the longer the figure stood there. Foot tapping against the step they were stood on. Seconds pass on and the door finally crept open slowly. Just enough for the figure to slip in. Hurrying inside, the door immediately slammed shut and a small candle was lit up, being the only source for lighting.
Sersi is revealed then in the orange glow the candle gave off, having removed the hood upon her head. The area clear of danger allowing her to drop her disguise. Only to be quickly slammed into the door that she’d just entered from. A dark skinned man towering over her.
“Unhand me,” Sersi said through clenched teeth.
“Were you followed?” The man demanded of her. Seriousness clouding his face as he stared down at the woman.
“Of course not you ignorant fool. Now unhand me, I will not repeat myself again.”
He stared at Sersi a few heartbeats longer before ultimately letting her go and moving aside. “My apologies Sersi, I am only being of the cautious state. The humans have become restless as of late. I fear a revolt against the temples nearby are in the making.”
“Nonsense, Ajak. The humans are of no concern of ours, yet. I am most worried about the Deviants. Each century they grow in strength and numbers. And each century we lose one of our own. There are not many of us left on this planet Ajak,” she said while walking through what looked to be an unused homestead.
“I understand Sersi. With our home in the Northern ice lands destroyed, our ability to readmit ourselves to this Earth is nigh impossible,” Ajak explained while walking behind Sersi, candle in hand.
“With Prime Eternal Zuras and Thena gone on behalf of Kronos to apprehend Thanos and Ikaris mourning the loss of his son, we are dwindling in numbers. And now, with Makkari…” Ajak trailed off as they approached a small room.
A balding man with a look of displeasure sat looming over a heavily injured man upon a makeshift straw bed on the floor. Covered from head to toe in woolen cloth already being stained with his own blood. It appeared as though his bandages had recently been changed due to the alarming amount of used ones that surrounded both men. Disdain quickly imprinted its way on to his face as the bald man critically stared down at his patient.
Quietly, Sersi asks while kneeling down next to both of them, “How is he, Phastos?”
“Not well, I’m afraid to say. With his abilities preoccupied with the reconstruction of his arm and leg, nothing is blocking the spread of infection that has been running rampant within the village. Or the inherent blood loss he is procuring. The virus will take hold in his loose bloodstream and advance to his heart passage. If this keeps up, he won’t make it past daybreak,” Phastos clarified while holding the bridge of his nose.
“But how is that possible? We are Eternals, we are near immortal. How can something as insignificant as this, kill him?”
Though not together now, Sersi and Makkari had the title relation of lovers in the past. Centuries and infidelities on both sides led them to call it to an end 500 years ago. It wasn’t hard to miss the emotional conflict going on within her.
“Oh my dear,” Phastos says while glancing at Sersi with pity, “though you may be thousands of years old, there is still so much for you to learn.”
At that moment, Makkari gave out a shout of pain from his spot on the bed. Sweating profusely, his skin glistened in the flickering candlelight due to his fever. Having tried to curl himself into a ball, Phastos and Ajak moved quickly to stop his actions and hold him in place.
“Makkari please! You must lie still! Moving will spread the infection farther along and kill you faster,” Phastos yelled out.
Makkari’s only response being that of a painful holler.
“What can we do for him?” Sersi asked, resolutely to the side.
“Short of putting him out of his own misery? There is nothing we can do. It is all up to him now, whether he survives or not.”
Daybreak had broken through the village. There was a chill in the air that had been brought in by the night. Sersi sat atop the stone step, alone, and outside of the house she had stayed the night in.
It was as Phastos had predicted, Makkari had not survived the night. His cells had taken care of replacing his outward limbs, but the inside of his body…
It was left to perish and fail.
In a way, one could construed this as some form of morbid poetry about Earth and its fill of colorful inhabitants. Though Sersi did not care for the connection at the moment. Nor could she focus when a strange orange formation appeared in front of her. At least until it had started fizzing and growing.
Standing up quickly, she looked even more startled when the form grew twice more. Looking more like a doorway than the small circle it had begun as.
And then it opened.
Unsure of what to do, Sersi stood there dumbfounded as a man proceed to walk out of the peculiar door. Brows furrowed, she noted the strange garments he had been wearing. Gone was the armor of hide and leather straps that she had grown used to seeing among the human men in the village. Or the hair that resembled the dark feathers of the bird of prey out in the desert area.
Instead, the man before her had hair like that of the sun. Yellow and bright. With eyes so blue that they could rival both the Euphrates and Tigris rivers. His armor, a strange material that conformed to his being like a second skin. She may not have been a vestal virgin but this was too much even for her. The shield on his back was something she was familiar with. It meant that he was of the warrior kind. And yet the star that had been emblazoned on both his shield and chest had led her to believe that he had been sent from the cosmos.
Or a messenger of the Gods.
Pulling the cloak she wore closer to her person, Sersi also noted how tense he seemed. The confusion clear to the eye as he looked at his surroundings. Until his gaze landed on her and his entire demeanor relaxed immediately.
Approaching her slowly, the golden haired man acted as if he were handling a wild animal. Cautious of an attack yet prepared for anything that may happen.
“…Sersi?” he questioned, unsure of himself.
Taken aback by his knowledge of her, Sersi could feel her eyes widen in shock.
“Sersi, my name’s Steve Rogers,” he began while slowly approaching her. “I know you don’t know me doll, but you will.”
“You may put your arms down Steve of the Star-Wielders. I will do you no such harm.”
“Yeah, after what you did to Buck’s arm? I’ll take precautions,” he chuckled out.
“I am sorry?” Confusion lacing her words.
“Ah, nothing, forget I said anything. Listen, you may not know me now, but you’re gonna have to trust me on this. I have something I need to give you.”
“And why must I trust you Star-Wielder?”
“Because I…”
As he tells Sersi his information, a voice is heard from behind him, on the other side of the portal.
“I can’t keep this thing open for much longer Steve. Hurry it up, would you?”
The scene focuses back to Sersi and Steve.
“Well then,” Sersi says alight with astonishment. “I suppose I have no choice now. What is it that you wish of me?”
“I need you to watch over this for me,” he said while holding out an iridescent necklace to her.
“A gemstone jewelry piece?”
“Yeah,” he says softly while looking from the necklace to her.
“And for how many moons must I look after this?”
Steve now stood in front of the Eternal woman. He was just a head’s length taller than she. Which was a surprise to her, human men were just able to reach her height. And yet this man towered over her, like some Eternal. But she knew deep down that that was not what he was. He was human.
“Until you see me again,” he said while gently placing the glittering piece in her upturned palms. Confusion seemed to be permanently etched onto her face as he grinned down at her.
“Steve!” the ambiguous voice called once again.
Sighing, Steve brought his face down and left Sersi with a peck to her cheek. Her face quickly becoming engulfed with embarrassment. No man had done that to without her having to have had initiated something first.
“Oh and Sersi?” Steve called out from where he stood half inside, half outside of the portal.
“Uh…yes?”
“I like fondue.”
And with that, the portal closed, leaving Sersi alone once again. The sun had ascended higher into the sky and the songbirds had come out, enjoying themselves to their hearts content. The village itself had begun its morning mechanisms from its slumbering self as well.
Sersi blinked down at her hands, sure she’d just dreamt of the whole thing just now. But no, the iridescent necklace remained in her palms, winking at her in the sunlight. She brought the jewelry piece to her chest and stared forward once more, unsure if what just happened.
“He likes what?”
“AND NOW, HERE’S YOUR HOST, JIMMYYYYYYY FALLOOOON!”
The crowd came to life as the live band played an intro song for their main host. Jimmy Fallon walked on stage and waved out towards the audience. Face alight with glee at the reaction he was receiving.
“Hi! Welcome! Have a seat, have a seat! Welcome, to the show! Thank you very much, please have a seat. Thank you so much everyone. Welcome to the show!”
As he begins talking, the roar of the crowd quiets down enough for him to get control of the entire show.
“Thank you and welcome to the Tonight Show, I am your host Jimmy Fallon. We have an amazing show planned tonight. Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N are here with us to discuss their new movie Captain America: Celestial Core,” Jimmy tried to say over the roar that once again sprung up with his excited audience members.
“Amazing right! Then Blake Shelton joins us to talk about his new album and an interesting sushi dinner we had together. And tonight’s musical guest, amazing artist, Post Malone! Let’s give our guests a big hand and let’s get this show on the road!”
You stared on as Jimmy Fallon –THE Jimmy Fallon - began his introductory skit. Oh god, you were nervous again.
When your manager said that she’d gotten you an interview lined up, you thought it was gonna be something of a smaller scale. Like a one-on-one type of thing.
Nope.
Nothing would have prepared you for something like this. LIVE! This was going to be in front of a LIVE studio audience. For it to go on LIVE TV!
A part of you knew that it had to be rehearsed and recorded first before going on air, but the semantics of it all wasn’t really important to you at the moment. Honestly, you were an actress, interviews came with the territory! You knew that when you started this endeavor! So why did it always make you freeze up?
A stagehand made their way to you, clipboard in hand. Writing something down on the board, he said to you, “Alright Miss. Y/L/N, you and Chris will be going on stage in about 10 minutes.”
“Call me Y/N, please,” you could hear yourself say faintly. Even to your own ears you sounded a bit off.
“Are you ok?” The stagehand questioned while looking up from his scribbling to look at you worriedly.
“Um…”
“I’ll take it from here Lance,” a voice said from behind you two. You both turn and see Chris standing there with a drink in his hand. Lance, looking visibly relieved, rushed off to continue doing his job.
“Here, drink this,” Chris says while holding out his cup towards you. Without even thinking twice about it, you grab the offered item and swallow the liquid straight back. Only to pull a face as soon as you were done.
Chris, obviously, was laughing at your expression.
“Did you just give me whiskey?” You asked disbelievingly.
“Jameson, to be exact,” he chuckled while nodding at you.
“…Where did you even get that?”
“I have my ways.”
You look at him with a deadpanned look before saying, “You bribed a stagehand didn’t you.”
He freezes up before averting his eyes and waving his hands around. Embarrassed at having been caught. “No, no! That’s not the point!”
“And what is?”
“That you need to relax and just chill for a bit. Everything’s gonna be fine.”
“Oh yeah? And how would you know that?”
“I’m Captain America,” he starts, placing his hands on his hips, striking his superhero pose. “I know many things. Just like I know you being fine is one of them,” he goes on to try to explain while expertly waggling his eyebrows up and down at you.
Your only response was to look at him incredulously while placing the cup down on an empty table that was nearby. All the while ignoring his double entendre and keeping your face from flaming up.
“Come ahn,” he said while following you, his Bostonian accent coming out in full force from the shadows. Making your own eyebrows shoot up and a small smile creep onto your face. Absolutely amazed at how cool and easy going he was with you.
A little too skillfully, he casually brought his arm up and draped it across your shoulders.
“All’s I’m saying Y/N, is that you rocked the CCSD panel and you’re gonna rock this interview too.”
Scrunching up your face, you just had to point something out, “Chris, I fell flat on my face that day. And then you made fun of me right after!”
“’Made fun of’ is such strong wording Y/N. I would say it was more of uh…heckle, really.”
“Heckle my ass, Evans!”
Chris Evans couldn’t stop the chortle of laughter that escaped him even if he tried. Not that he could help it, Y/N always found a way to make him laugh. Whether she knew about it or not. It’s just what made her special to him.
A fact that he wasn’t ready to share with anybody just yet.
Reigning in his laughter, he was able to calm down enough to say, “Maybe so. But the actual Q&A segment, you did a spectacular job for it being your first time on something like that! I was proud of you.”
Subtly, he began to move the two of you closer to the gap in the curtains that led to the stage. His plan to distract Y/N long enough to be lured on stage had worked perfectly.
Although, her downing his drink and automatically knowing it was whiskey was a bit of a surprise to him. He knew that she enjoyed a few drinks here and there from the wrap party they had for the movie but this made him curious. Now he wanted to see what other secrets lied underneath that nervous girl exterior.
Maneuvering them to the designated space, Chris looked at Y/N once more. She wasn’t a short girl by any means. Usually she came up to just about his chin, perfect height to rest his head on hers. Whenever he felt the need to, obviously.
Which had been often while on set. And even now.
But the heels she was wearing tonight, though not that high, had brought her up to his nose.
“Yeah right, you probably say that to all the girls,” she said jokingly with a roll of her eyes.
It took him a split second to remember what it was he had said last.
“What! I am offended! Does this look like the face that would lie to you?” He said while pulling a face at her.
“Yes! That’s the exact same face you made during break one time and then you nicked my granola bar!” She said with total seriousness, flicking his nose in the process.
“Hey!” He yelled out while rubbing his nose.
Instantly she breaks and is cracking up in his arms and Chris couldn’t help the warmth that resided in his chest at that moment. Joining in on her laughter, he’s vaguely aware that Jimmy is speaking to the audience again.
“Welcome back from the commercial break! If you’re just joining us, great, we’ll try not to make you fall asleep. Our first guests don’t really need an introduction but it’s nice to give them one anyways. One of them goes around toting a shield everywhere he goes and the other can transform it into anything she wants with just a flick of her wrist.
You snapped back to reality. Only this time you were less nervous than before. A soft bump to your head and a squeeze on your shoulder reminded you that Chris still had his arm around you. Glancing at the man, he gave you a genuine smile that you couldn’t help but return.
“You ready?”
“Got anymore whiskey?” You jokingly asked.
Grins break out on both of your faces as he shakes his head in response.
“Well shit, guess we have no other choice then,” you said while squaring your shoulders and somehow managing to wear a determined look on your face.
Feeling the chuckle coming from Chris, you’re frozen in place when you suddenly felt him place a kiss on your head.
“Please welcome my good friend Chris Evans and his lovely co-star Y/N Y/L/N!”
“You’re gonna knock them dead,” he whispered before leaving you to go on stage and is met with the roar of the audience.
Not giving yourself time to dwell on the fact that your face was burning up, you quickly followed Chris on stage. The audience being just as loud for you as it had been for him.
Part 2 Masterlist Part 4
a/n: So what I’m trying to achieve with this story is combining both the movie and the IRL aspect. The italicized part at the beginning will be the movie and the normal font is regular life. Let me know if it’s ok like that or if you’d want me to do IRL one post then Movie scene the next post. I kind of like it like this though becuase I haven’t seen anyone else try it out this way.
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