Rainn and his recycled clothes. Mr Wilson always keeps his clothes a while and has reused them in productions over the years and in real life. Here we see his tie in 2009 with John at an awards show. Then below in a 2016 short movie he made, he brought his tie with him. Its good to sustain Rainn 😍♥️
This isn’t a movie review, but rather a reflection. There are no spoilers.
Excerpt:
“Watching A Quiet Place Part II is a movie-going experience unlike most. There are so many scenes where there is no sound at all. Where even your breathing can be heard by your neighbors, let alone the crunch of popcorn, or the swishing of your ice in it’s cup as you go for a drink of soda. You become so conscious of all the little sounds simply existing makes, which I think is a brilliant tactic for the movie. It places you directly into the bodies of the characters on screen, and it winds up the tension even more. You hold your breath when Regan does, your body tenses as she tries to so carefully pick something up without making a noise. It’s intense in the best way. ”
Summary: Chris trails Elsa to find out if the crew is safe or not.
Pairing: Chris Evans x OFC, John Krasinski x OFC
Word Count: 1720
Chapter Warnings: Angst, lying. After-effects of bank robbery/kidnapping. No John in this chapter.
A/N: This story contains a character who lost her hearing as she got older. I do work closely and regularly with the D/deaf community (I’m a sign language interpreter), but my own hearing problems do not involve significant hearing loss. It is not my intention to offend anyone, only to bring in a character with a quality I don’t see often in other fics. If you have questions about her, feel free to ask :)
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Elsa rolled her eyes as she looked through the fridge, deciding which leftovers would make the best supper. She had some time off from the bank to recover from her injuries, physical and otherwise, but that didn’t mean she had wanted to use any of her last few free days to do anything but cry or sleep. When she finally was able to pull herself out of bed and into the shower, she realized she needed to get in touch with her family and let them know about the robbery before it hit the news and got back to New York. Now, here she was on the phone with her mother; though she had reached her father first, Caleb Chapman quickly passed the phone over to his wife while he got in touch with a lawyer to make sure Elsa was protected against being pressured into any kind of questioning or other participation by the police. Margaret was on and on about how she knew something like this would happen, and Elsa should come back to New York right away.
“Something like this could have happened just as easily in Manhattan,” Elsa sighed, “there are a million banks across the country, I just happen to work at one that got hit. I’m all right, by the way, thanks for asking. MassGen has some really great doctors.”
Margaret huffed into the phone. “I figured if you weren’t fine, Elsa, you would have called sooner. But what if it happens again? What if you’re not fine?”
“I’m not going to be at the bank forever. The chances of this happening again are slim to none. Listen, I just wanted you both to hear this from me and not through the news. I’m fine, I don’t have to go back to the bank until next week.”
She closed the refrigerator door and realized she was going to need to go to the grocery store if she planned to eat any time soon. She rushed her mother off the phone and got herself presentable to do some shopping. Forgoing a list, she walked to the nearest grocery and found a cart.
After produce, she headed for canned goods. A can of corn on the top shelf was giving her particular trouble. Elsa could stand on the bottom shelf and reach it, but looking up made her head spin. An after effect of the concussion, she assumed, but that one small problem brought a million images of the bank robbery back to her.
She stood in front of the canned vegetables, willing herself not to cry. She stared straight ahead in an effort to regain her equilibrium, but not looking around meant there was nothing she could do but think about the yelling and the guns and the kidnapping.
“Can I help you reach something?”
Elsa turned too fast toward the person offering to help and nearly lost her balance. He reached out to grip her shoulders and keep her upright.
“Hey, hey, you okay?”
Elsa looked up and caught a set of very pretty blue eyes, framed by a handsome face and brown hair. As they both straightened up, she realized how tall he was. And athletic. Now her head was spinning, but not from the concussion. She sniffled and leaned against the shelf for support.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m sorry, I have a concussion, I was trying to reach for the corn on the top shelf, it made me dizzy, then I remembered everything that happened surrounding the concussion … I’m sorry. Now I’m rambling on to you about all of this.”
He reached up to the top shelf, retrieved two cans of corn, and placed them in her cart. He turned back to her and extended his hand.
“I’m Chris.”
Elsa smiled shyly and slipped her hand into his. It wasn’t so much of a handshake as it was him taking her hand in an attempt at comfort.
“Elsa.”
Chris nodded, his eyes roaming over her. She was suddenly very conscious of her appearance, but Chris didn’t seem turned off in the least.
“Nice to meet you. Listen, I only came here to get a couple of things. Why don’t you let me trail you while you finish, I’ll reach all the high stuff, and then I’ll take you for coffee.”
It wasn’t a question, and Elsa liked that about him. He was so sure, so confident — two things she was severely lacking at the moment. Her balance seemed to have returned, so she took him up on his offer. The last few days had been pretty shitty, but maybe things were looking up now.
Chris trailed Elsa around the store, making small talk and asking her questions about herself. He figured if she was going to make him, it would have happened the second she spotted him in that grocery store aisle. She didn’t mention anything about the circumstances of her concussion, but he attributed that more to the trauma than to Elsa connecting him to the trauma itself.
Once they were out of the grocery store, they walked to her apartment building. He waited on the sidewalk while she put her cold things away. She came back down within a few minutes, recovered from her small breakdown at the grocery store and just glowing. Chris hadn’t been thinking about things like pretty girls when the robbery happened -- then, it was just about getting the job down and getting out. The longer he looked at her, the worse he felt about the robbery.
Soon after arriving at the coffee shop, they were seated; Chris with a black cuppa and Elsa with a cup of tea with lemon and honey. She sat with her back to the wall, watching the door carefully and so tense, Chris wondered what she was waiting for.
“Expecting someone else?” he asked.
Elsa shook her head slowly and apologized. “I’m paranoid, is all.”
Chris frowned. “Any reason why?”
Her eyes glazed over again but she didn’t actually cry. “I don’t want to trouble you with my troubles. But thank you for asking.”
Acting on instinct, Chris reached over and covered her hand with his. “I wanna know. You’re not troubling me.”
She took a deep breath and considered him before sipping at her tea and leaning back in her chair. “I work for Boston Private. A few days ago, there was a robbery. They came in masks and they had guns. The code is sent to a different teller every day, and that day, I had the code. I did what they asked, I opened the safe, but someone pressed the alarm. They thought it was me, one of them shoved me into their van. Tied my hands behind me, blindfolded and gagged me. I don’t know how long we were in the van, but they dropped me on a curb. One of them, he told me I was going to be okay, that no one was going to hurt me. He told me to sing my favorite song, and then take the blindfold off. So, I did, and then I managed to nudge the blindfold and gag away from my face, and I screamed for my life.”
Chris was suddenly seeing the whole thing happen from her side of the robbery. He knew they had hurt her, but this … his heart was breaking and he was nearly sick to his stomach. He said the only thing he could think to say.
“What song did you sing?”
“‘Hey Jude’,” Elsa whispered. She cleared her throat and took another drink of her tea. “My dad used to take me to his office downtown when I was a kid and had days off of school. The mornings were always quiet, but in the afternoon, when he really got going, he would hum it or sing it. I listened to that song for years before I actually heard The Beatles sing it.”
Chris gave her half a smile. “Classic. I’m sorry that happened, Elsa.”
She chuckled and shrugged. “It wasn’t your fault, but thank you. You know, this is the first time I’ve left my place since I got home from the hospital that day. You’re brave to be seen in public with me while I’ve still got these stitches.”
“You’re beautiful,” Chris assured, putting every bit of confidence into the statement. “And if you told me all of that to scare me off, it didn’t work. Will you have dinner with me tomorrow night?”
Elsa’s cheeks turned a brilliant pink, a perfect hue that excellently complimented her brown eyes. “You want to have dinner with me?”
“Absolutely.”
“I’d really like that.”
“Great. Pick you up in front of your place at seven?”
“I’ll be ready and waiting,” she promised.
“Good.”
They finished their drinks with lighter conversation, reaffirmed their date for the next night, and then parted ways.
Back at the barber shop, the entire crew was anxiously waiting for Chris to return. Scarlett had been the first to jump at the chance to tail Elsa and figure out if she was talking to the cops, if she would recognize them around the neighborhood. Thing was, Scar wasn’t the best with girl talk anyway, and Chris didn’t trust her to act responsibly if Elsa at all hinted at speaking to the cops and/or recognizing Scarlett. If she recognized Scarlett, surely she would recognize the rest of them.
“We’re in the clear,” Chris announced, as soon as Shanna and Carly were out of earshot. Seb, Scar, and Scotty all breathed a sigh of relief. They made an agreement not to take a hostage again, no matter what, and moved on to their customers.
He wondered if he should mention that he was going to continue seeing Elsa, but decided for the time being it was better not to say anything. Maybe things wouldn’t even go past the first date; furthermore, he wasn’t going to risk a scene in the middle of the shop in front of his sisters. He would concentrate on the shop for a while, maybe find a place on his own, move out of the place he was currently sharing with Scotty and Seb.
Don’t get ahead of yourself, his mind warned him. Chris didn’t listen. Elsa already had him thinking about the possibilities.
