Summary: You and Chris get into a huge fight that eventually leads to both of you breaking up.
A/N: Hello! This is my first time writing any fanfiction or one-shot so I’m sorry if this isn’t good enough. I really tried my best because I wanna participate in Emily’s (@my-emotional-self) writing challenge to celebrate her reaching 5k followers! All comments, suggestions, and criticisms are welcome. And who knows, maybe I’ll write another one-shot again in the future. I may have gotten a little too carried away, but the word count is 3389 or something hehe.
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It was at a Vanity Fair party four years ago when you first met Chris. Your childhood best friend, Elizabeth Olsen, brought you along as her plus 1 because she was tired of the Hollywood bullshit where most of the people are fake, so she opted to bring you to see for yourself what the Hollywood life she’s talking about really is. It wasn’t until the Avengers: Age of Ultron after-party that you and Chris actually got to talk to each other.
“Lizzie, why did you bother bringing me here? You know how I feel about these parties.” You said as Lizzie grabbed your hand and bring you towards the bar. “Two Margaritas, please.” She orders as you both sit on the stool. “Well, I needed to do something to get you out of the house. You can’t be sulking in forever.” She had that ‘duh’ face on and you just shook your head at her.
“Besides, it’s the first time in weeks that I even saw you shower.” She added as you rolled your eyes at her dramatic antics. Lizzie tends to be a drama queen ever since you were little. No wonder she became an actor.
“Shut up. We both know you just want me here so you can have someone to make fun of other people with.” She gave you a look and you both laughed at what you said.
“I have no idea about what you’re talking about.” She sarcastically denies as you both took a sip of your margaritas and continue to laugh. Suddenly a booming voice called her name and you both looked at that direction.
“Lizzie!”
“Chris!” She calls back as the guy practically runs over to where you were and hugs Lizzie. While the two of them continue to catch up, you were left to drink your Margarita all alone. You were lost in your train of thoughts when you hear Lizzie call out your name.
“Chris, this is y/n. Y/n, this is Chris.” Lizzie says as she introduced you to each other. You extended your hand but Chris brought you into a hug. “Sorry, I’m a hugger.” You laughed awkwardly and let Lizzie do the talking for the rest of the night. You didn’t think much of him yet since you just got out of a 5-year relationship. Besides, he might be one of those actors who thinks so highly of himself and is a total douche.
Three months after the Vanity Fair party was the Avengers: Age of Ultron premiere and after-party. Lizzie introduced you to pretty much all of her co-stars, and you didn’t care much but meeting Robert Downey Jr. is where you draw the line.
“Oh my god, Lizzie! I can’t believe I met Robert fucking Downey Jr!” You squealed when Robert was out of sight. You couldn't stop moving, you were so happy you met Robert.
“I know I’m so happy for you!” She says as she puts both her hands on your sides and tries to calm you down.
“And we’re at his house! For the after-party! I can’t believe it!” You continued to squeal as Lizzie laughs at you. “You should always bring me to these kinds of party.” You say as you grab her hand and skip towards the bar.
“And what kind of party is that?” Lizzie asks as she smiles at you.
“A Robert Downey Jr kind of party, duh.” You say as you both laugh aloud.
Eventually, at the party, Lizzie got crowded by a lot of people wanting to congratulate her on the success of the movie, so you decided to get your drink first and let Lizzie do her thing.
“One Margarita please.” You tell the bartender as you sit on the stool and bring out your phone to check up on your messages. Not really texting anyone but hoping that a particular someone will message you. It’s dumb, you know. It’s been 3 months, but you can’t help but hold out to hope.
“Y/n, right?” Suddenly a familiar voice brought you out of your trance. You looked up from your phone and saw Chris. “You sure do like Margaritas, huh?” He added as you just smiled at him.
“So, what are you doing here all alone?” Chris asked as he had his eyebrow raised. “Lizzie’s being crowded by people, so I decided to get a drink and just sit and try to take in all of what’s happening.” You shrugged and then took a sip of your Margarita.
“Congratulations on the movie, by the way.” You tell Chris as you raise your glass to him.
“Thanks! What did you think of the movie?”
“I’m not a comic book fan, but I really enjoyed it. Great job.” You put your two thumbs up together and Chris laughed.
“No, really. What did you think of it?” he insisted.
“I really liked how the team worked together and I loved how Captain America lead the whole Avengers.” you replied.
He had this smug look on his face so you decided to tease. “But Iron Man is still my favorite.” He laughed so loud that he even put his hand on his chest and he almost fell back. He had a hearty laugh, and you found yourself smiling for no reason.
“Speaking of the movie, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be entertaining your guests? I’m sure they’re dying to hold a conversation with you.” You say as you gesture to the roomful of people. Funnily enough, an unfamiliar face showed up to congratulate him about the success of the movie. So you went back to drinking your Margarita and using your phone.
After a few minutes, you were scrolling through your Instagram when a voice startled you, “What’s with your phone? Why are you so busy with it?” You looked up and saw Chris looking at you with a puzzled face.
“I don’t really know anyone here except Lizzie.” You trailed off. “Hey! You know me.” He said with a hurt look. “Oh do I now?” You teased and he laughed again.
You spent the rest of the night talking to each other, casually making jokes here and there. You didn’t seem to mind since you enjoyed his company. You don’t know why Chris chose to talk to you instead of basking in the glory of fame and success, but that’s Chris; he never chose to value such trivial things. As your conversation went on, you found out how much he adores his dog and how much he hated being away from his family.
A party’s not the ideal place to connect with someone but things happened, and you don’t find yourself questioning that night further.
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You were already in bed, staring at the ceiling because you couldn’t fall asleep not knowing what’s happening to Chris. You’ve texted him multiple times but he hasn’t replied to any of those. You started to worry about him and think of all the worst things that could happen, thanks to your anxiety.
You hear the door open and heard shuffling. "Must be Chris." You mutter to yourself as you made your way to the living room. There he is, Chris, on the couch, drunk again. He and the boys went out to celebrate the last day of filming for his upcoming movie.
You walked towards him and noticed he had kiss marks on his neck and shirt. You got taken aback by what you saw and couldn’t even distinguish what you’re feeling right now. You just know that you have to clean and take care of Chris.
"Chris," You said as you lightly tap his face, trying to wake him up. “Chris,” You say again as you try to help him up sit on the couch. You walk towards the kitchen and grab him a glass of water and an Advil. “Chris, wake up.” You lightly tapped on his face again as you try to make him drink water. He opened his eyes and downed it all in one big gulp.
Ever since being back in Boston to film for his upcoming projects, he had been out lately with his friends, going out almost every night. Thank God Scott was also here and he would go with Chris at night. He would usually text you updates about what’s going on, so you don’t really worry about Chris going out. What you worry about, however, is his excessive drinking and the girls that throw themselves at him. It wasn’t until one night when Scott texted that he saw Chris making out with a girl. When you found out, you were sure you’re going to leave Chris, you swore to yourself you were never going to tolerate cheating again, not after what your ex did.
But when he came home, you became conflicted. A part of you wanted to leave him for what he did, while another part of you wanted to stay because of all the good things you’ve done together and because you didn’t want to waste your 3-year relationship.
"We need to talk." You told him, as you looked him straight into his eyes, looking for the Chris you know. You’ve been holding off this conversation, but in his drunken state, you realized that you’ve had enough.
"Not now, y/n." He said as he massaged his temples. He reeked of beer, his hair was all over the place, and his clothes were a mess. He avoided looking in your eyes, and it only made your heartache.
"We really need to talk, Chris." You said once again as calmly as possible. You were starting to get pissed with what he’s doing.
"I said not now, y/n." He said through gritted teeth. By now you were starting to lose your patience. This conversation has been long overdue.
“If not now, then when Chris?” You asked as you look him straight into the eyes.
“Just not now, y/n! I’ve had too much to drink!” He raised his voice at you and it made you jump back. He has never raised his voice at you in your 3 years of being in a relationship, not even once, so his sudden reaction startled you.
“That’s the exact reason why we need to talk, Chris! Your drinking has been a problem!” He scoffed at your words and he rolled his eyes. His attention was somewhere else. He clearly didn’t want to have this conversation right now.
You couldn’t take it anymore, you had to bring it up. “When are you going to tell me that you've been cheating on me?" You raised your voice a little as you looked at him.
He whipped his head to face you, “Cheating on YOU?” He said, eyes wide, definitely in shock at what you just said.
“Yeah! Scott told me everything. He told me he saw you making out with someone,” You looked at his neck and shirt and saw the kiss marks again. “And judging by the kiss marks on your neck, I don’t think he was lying.”
“You’re believing Scott’s bullshit? Really, y/n? Really?” He shook his head as he clenched his jaw.
“Yes, I believe him! He’s your goddamn brother, for christ’s sake! He’s only looking out for you, Chris!”
“Why do you to need to look out for me? I’m a grown-up man, I can do whatever I want!” He stood up and he was now towering over you.
You stood up and look him in the eye, “Is that really a question?”
"Bullshit, y/n! You’re acting like an overly attached girlfriend!” He screamed as he turned his back on you.
“WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?! I can’t believe you just said that to me! What the fuck, Chris!” By now you were fuming with anger. How dare he say that to you. He turned to look at you and you stared back at him.
“I’ve been holding off what I felt for such a long time because I wanted to give you time, I thought that you’d maybe come around. You know damn well that I’ve been in this position before and you promised you wouldn’t do such a thing. But now, look at where we are.“ You say as you throw your hands in the air. When you opened up about your ex to Chris, he told you that he would never do that to you, that you would never experience being hurt by him.
“And whose fault is that?” His eyes narrowed at you as you look at him with wide eyes.
“What exactly do you mean by that?”
“You never have time for me anymore.” You were about to respond but he cut you off.
“I used to look forward waking up in the morning because I know you’d be there right beside me, but now I wake up to a bed all by myself because you already left for work. And then when you get home from work, you’d be tired and just go directly back to bed. Didn’t you ever think that I needed your presence as well? That I needed your attention? Why do you think I always hang out with the boys every night? Now that I’ve finished my projects, I’m left all alone in this house by myself.” Chris said, his eyes glaring at you. Your heart clenched inside, it felt like Chris was ripping your heart out from your chest. You never knew he felt that way.
Tears were starting to form in your eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me that?”
“I’ve been trying to tell you! But whenever I wanted to talk, you’d always brush me off and you’d go directly to bed because you say you’re tired.” You both stood there, staring at each another, tension filling the air.
“Ok. You want my attention? I’ll give it to you. You have it right now.” Chris just looked at you as you waited for him to say anything.
“Why aren’t you talking?” Chris stayed silent as he stared at you.
“Do you think you’re the only one who has a career to maintain? Just because I’m not a hotshot actor, you think my job is not that important?” Tears were now falling from your eyes.
“I never said that.” Chris just put his hands across his chest and stared at you.
“It pains me to leave you all alone in the house all day, but I have a job and I have to work hard because I have dreams.” More tears started rolling from your eyes. You can’t stop it. You feel like your dreams for yourself are getting in the way of you both.
Chris stayed silent, but he was fixated at your hands. Your anger was boiling through you. You had your hands clenched in a fist, so tight that you felt your nails digging through your palms.
“Here we go again with your insecurities,” Chris said as he rolled his eyes. Your mouth dropped open, as you couldn’t believe what just came out of his mouth.
“Insecurities?” You asked all confused, raising your voice a little. You stared at him as you wonder where this is all coming from.
“You always talk about wanting to be successful, but can’t you do it without trashing what I do for a living? You always find a way to invalidate my passion.” Chris said as he threw his hands in the air and the look of disappointment is evident on his face. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You didn’t know that this was affecting Chris as much as it affected you. You never thought it would be possible since Chris never said anything about it.
“If you had problems with this bullshit in the first place, then you shouldn’t have chosen to be with me.” Chris pointed out. You felt your heart shatter with his last words. Your heart was physically aching and you felt like you were losing air.
"It’s because I care for you! I can’t leave, because I love you." Your voice broke, barely whispering the last words.
His eyes narrowed at you as he continues to have his arms across his chest, “So you admit it. You want to leave?” You looked into his eyes and all you could see was disappointment.
“I did, a lot of times.” Chris scoffed at your words. “So many nights have passed where you come home wasted, and I couldn’t even talk to you about my day. But, every morning when I wake up to your face and see the Chris that I fell in love with, I’d eventually forget about wanting to leave you. You’d engulf me in a hug, all freshened up, and I wish I could stay there longer because it was you. But then you’d get up so quickly to go back to work. Where does that leave me?”
“I would rely on those mornings because I was hoping you’d come back, not just in the morning, but every fucking waking moment of my life. Because honestly what the fuck is this?” You gestured to the both of you as you shake your head.
“Then leave.” Chris said in a monotonous voice as he continued to stare at you.
It took you a few moments to register what came out of his mouth. He wanted you to leave. You were prepared for this moment to happen, but still, nothing could stop the physical pain in your chest. You wanted to move but your body was frozen in shock.
You stared at Chris, waiting for him to take back what he said, but he didn’t seem to change his stance so you walked towards your shared room and grabbed your suitcase, filling it with your clothes from the closet. You didn’t even bother arranging your clothes in your suitcase, you just recklessly dumped your clothes inside.
You stood up, ready to leave. As you were on the way out, you saw a picture hanging on the wall. It was your favorite picture of you and Chris, he was the one taking the picture as you kissed his cheek in the middle of Times Square. You couldn’t help but smile at the memories it brought back.
With one final look at the room you’ve shared for almost two years, you finally made your way out to the living room. Chris was still there, his head was down as he fidgeted with his hands. He looked up when he heard the door close and he saw you with your suitcase. He stared at you and you looked back at him as you make your way into the living room.
As you were on your way to the door, you hear him say, "Where are you going?" You looked at him and said, "I’m leaving." in a monotonous voice. You continued to walk straight towards the door, not even looking back when suddenly you feel two strong arms engulf you in a hug.
“Please, don’t.” You hear his voice break as he hugs you tighter. “Chris, stop.” You say as you try to pry away from him. You then hear him sniffling and feel his tears soak the back of your shirt. “Chris,” you trailed off as you try to remove his hands from your waist. You couldn’t help but let your tears fall as you try to break free from Chris.
You couldn’t take it anymore, “Chris, enough!” You scream making him startled and let go of you. You turned around and looked at him. What you saw was possibly the most painful thing you’ve ever seen. Chris’s face was full of tears and all you could see in his eyes were sadness and pain.
“I’m sorry.” You tell him as you wipe his tears with your thumb.
You grabbed your suitcase and made your way to the door. "Are you really doing this?" He asked as he followed you behind.
“I’ve had enough, Chris.” You looked back at him and all you could see were pain in his eyes. You wanted to stay, and just be with him again, to never leave him.
"It’s what’s best for us, please try to understand.“ You told him as you grab a hold of your suitcase. You walked out the door and you heard footsteps follow you outside. As you go to your car, you see Chris standing at the doorframe. Before you went in your car, you gave Chris one final look. You gave him a half-smile and you see his eyes still with tears, pleading for you to stay.
You go in and start your car. You don’t even know where you’d go and who’d be awake at this hour. While you drive away from the house, you look at the rearview mirror and see Chris, now sitting on your porch, his hands were on his face. It pained you to do this and see him like this, but you know that it would be for the better.
Knives Out is honestly such a great movie (I’m not saying this just because I’m a fan of Chris). All the twists and turns in the movie are amazing! It had me laughing, gasping and saying “Oh My God” during THAT scene of Chris Evans in a sweater. Perfect set of cast for a perfect movie. Everyone made the movie great for how everyone acted. I loved Ana’s character, and how she gave life to Marta is a job well done. Same goes with Chris & Daniel’s character, they did their characters so great I wouldn’t have imagined anyone else playing their characters. Everyone did great, everyone (cast & staff) made the movie great. I love everything about the movie, from the cast, to the plot, twists & turns, and all the jokes & other quirks here and there. Knives Out is definitely one of my favorite movies now. Knives Out should be watched with the biggest crowd, so all of you could gasp & laugh at the same time. The way Rian made it blows my mind. I aspire to be like him in the future. Bravo to Rian Johnson for a great movie! 👏🙌 #KnivesOut
So ever since the Avengers 4 Set photos have been released (last January I think), I saw the photos and I've had this theory about it ever since. The theory wasn't really that clear until I saw a post on twitter (go check out @captainmxrvel, her theories are the best) with the similar theory as mine, and watched the movie, making the theory more plausible.
If you haven't seen Infinity War, I suggest you DON'T read past this because it might give away something from the movie.
I warned you.
So let's start with what happened in Infinity War. Doctor Strange saw all the possible outcomes for the fight/battle with Thanos. He saw over 14 million outcomes and there was only 1 time where they won the fight. He also said to Tony that he wouldn't trade the Time Stone for either Tony or Peter's lives, but he did anyway. Tony was on the brink of dying, so Doctor Strange did that thing he knows is right, thus giving the Time Stone to Thanos and sparing Tony's life. He also said to Tony that, "There was no other way." Meaning things needed to happen in order for them to win.
Then we have these Avengers 4 Set Photos which shows 2012 Avengers Era, with long-haired Thor, beaten up Loki, and Captain America with his shield, no beard, and his Avengers uniform. It could be a flashback, but then, an older looking Tony Stark (or Infinity War Tony) and Ant-Man are there. They also have this weird tech thing on their hands. Which brings me to the theory.
Remember in Civil War when Tony introduced the BARF (Binarily Augmented Retro-Framing) tech, which hijacks the hippocampus to clear traumatic memories? Yes, the battle in New York caused PTSD to Tony (please refer to Iron Man 3).
Then we have Hank Pym, someone who is smart and can do things. Basically, with the help of BARF and Hank Pym's technology, time travel isn't really impossible in Avengers 4. This explains why an older looking Tony Stark (or Infinity War Tony) and Ant-Man are together with the original Avengers (2012 Avengers). The weird tech thing they're wearing on their hands are possibly the time travel tech Hank Pym and Tony might've made/invented. Tony and Scott might've travelled back to either warn the Avengers about what might happen in the future, or help them secure 2 infinity stones during the battle in New York (Mind and Space), and possibly go to wherever Thanos is during Avengers.
ADDITION: Bruce Banner, Shuri, and Rocket are also alive and we all know how smart they are. They may brainstorm (Bruce, Shuri, Rocket, Tony & Hank) to create the Time Travel Device.
ANOTHER ADDITION: IF YOU’VE WATCHED ANTMAN AND THE WASP ALREADY, AND YOU’VE SEEN THE LAST PART AND KNOW WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT... It might be possible that Scott is stuck in the Quantum Realm (unless he does what he did in Antman and bring himself back to the real world.)
I don't know what's going to happen in Avengers 4 nor am I saying this is what's going to happen. This is just a theory so don't hate me for it. If you have the same theory as me, or if you want to add something about this theory, feel free to message me and I'd be glad to talk to you more about this.
Hey guys! It’s almost October and I’ll be attending ACE Comic Con Midwest! I’m gonna be going to photo ops on saturday but I will be attending all days of the event. If you wanna meet up and hang out or something, don’t hesitate to message me or leave a reply here.
