HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRIS EVANS!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRIS EVANS!

The Speech

Chris x reader (plus surprise Marvel dad!) 

Rating: T

You knew it was cliché but, today had been perfect.

 With a content sigh escaping your lips, you took a sip of the champagne that was placed before you. The simple action caused your engagement ring to move under the light, catching your attention as you then focused on the new band that was just added hours ago. The smile on your face grew as you slowly retracted your hand, placing it atop your white dress as you began to fiddle with the ring, pulling it off to read the inscription once more. Before you could turn it over and see the engraved letters, Chris’ hand stopped you, leaning close to whisper the words softly in your ear.

“You’re in my arms,” He paused, taking a moment to take off his own ring and place it in your hand, showing you the inscription that accompanied yours.

“And all the world is calm.”

As his hot breath hit against your skin, you blushed, quickly putting your ring back where it belonged before moving onto his lap. His arms immediately wound themselves around your waist, pulling you flush against him as he continued to whisper in your ear.

“I love you so much Mrs. Evans.” With that, he kissed your shoulder softly, breaking the embrace briefly to put his own ring back. You smiled, savoring the moment as you turned to kiss him softly.

Well, you savored it until the squeal of the microphone filled the air, forcing you and the most of the guests to cringe at the noise.

“Excuse me. If I could just get a moment of your time…”

With a shake of your head, you chuckled, letting your father take the reigns to finally reveal the speech he’s been bragging about for months. With the insistence that it would be the best, he demanded to be the first to speak, earning the full attention of everyone to say what you hoped wouldn’t be too embarrassing.

“Hi. My name is Paul Rudd, (y/n)’s amazing father. I just want to start off by saying (y/n) and Chris…you’re welcome. Without me, you two wouldn’t be married.” He paused, patting himself on the back while the rest of the guests laughed.

“We all know Evans over here is the self-righteous Captain America. About three years ago, I was asked to be in Captain America’s third film, Civil War. Naturally, I had to accept due to my Marvel contract but on a personal aspect, I was ecstatic. I mean, this guy is Captain America! You think that fanboy moment in the film was scripted? Hell no! That was all me.”

Chris laughed at the memory, squeezing you tighter in the process. You couldn’t help but chuckle as well, rolling your eyes at your dad as he took a moment to let the laughs from the crowd pass before starting once more.

“Anyways, back to the point. (Y/n), my marvel obsessed daughter, begged to come with me on set. Of course, I agreed.” There it was, the start of ‘embarrassing (y/n) Rudd…now (y/n) Evans.’ On the projector behind him, Paul pulled up a picture of you, dressed head to toe with everything Marvel themed. From the Captain America t-shirt to the Iron Man themed shoes, it seemed only to add to the excited grin on your face as you stood beside the Avengers poster at the theaters. With a groan, you looked down, a deep blush spreading across your cheeks.

Yes, you still wore all of those things but did they really need to make an appearance at your wedding?

“Sorry (y/n). You know I had to. Besides, can’t everyone see how happy she was here? She was just going to see the movie then. Imagine how excited she was when she was actually on set?” He paused, laughing to himself before shaking his head, trying to get to the point of his whole speech.

“One day, I had insisted that (y/n) try on the Ant-Man suit. It was great. It was way too big on her but she still couldn’t help but be excited, pretending to act like my character, Scott Lang. Being like any generic dad, I had to get a picture. As I ran off to get my phone, Chris came over. The big idiot thought (y/n) was me. Granted, the helmet was on but come on man! She looks nothing like me!”

Once more, he pointed towards the screen, showing the picture he took later on. With the suit still on, you posed for the camera, trying to act heroic, as you had seen many of your superhero idols do.

“Dad!” You blushed as you realized that you yelled aloud. You moved one hand, covering your mouth in shock as you saw everyone turn to look at you.

Paul, trying to help, raised his hands in defense and brought the attention back to himself once more. “I’m sorry (y/n). That’s the last picture. I promise. Besides, I don’t want any distractions for the rest of the story. Let me tell you everyone, this is where it gets good.”

Crisis diverted. As you begged your heart to calm its erratic pace, Chris helped, rubbing your arms lightly as he began to leave kisses along your neck. As you melted into his embrace once more, you sighed, whispering your gratitude to your husband before turning back to your still talking father.

“-was going on and on about the scene we just filmed. Then, as he started talking about the next scene, relaying the information of what was to be done, (y/n) just played along. Meanwhile, I was watching from afar, trying the best I could to not laugh as my daughter succeeded in tricking the gullible Chris Evans. Finally, she lifted the mask, a smirk on her face as she finally spoke to the man. A man, might I add, who she had a big crush on since his first film as the star spangled super soldier. I’ll never forget what she said. I mean, how could I? Without waiting, she placed a hand on her hip, looking him straight in the eye, and said…” He paused, copying what you had done before finally lifting the microphone and saying your retort word for word.

“Man, for being Captain America you’re not very perceptive, are you? But it wasn’t the words that killed it guys. It was Evans’ face. His eyes widened, his mouth dropped open, and I’ll admit it for you Chris, he blushed the deepest shade of red I’ve ever seen! He began to stutter, apologizing to (y/n) until he finally began to laugh. Classic Chris laugh too. His hand went for his left boob as it finally sank in that he, the infamous prankster, was tricked. As an apology, he asked her out for dinner, had to go through her protective father, and here we are! So (y/n), Chris…you’re welcome.”

He laughed alongside the crowd as he moved to the bag that you didn’t notice was beside him. With the bag now tightly in his hand, he beckoned for you to come over, forcing you away from Chris. With a proud smile, he brought the microphone to his lips once more, his voice growing soft as you could see the unshed tears building in his eyes.

“(Y/n), I give you a hard time but I couldn’t be more proud of you. You went from my little girl to a grown lady with a goal to change the world. And I know you will. You’re smart, kind, and anyone would be lucky to know you. All I want is for you to be happy and I know you found that with Chris. He’s a great guy and I know he’ll take of you.” With a kiss to your cheek, he finally pulled away, making a dramatic bow to the crowd to hide the emotions you knew he was trying to suppress.

Before he could leave though, you pulled him into a tight hug. You tried to hide your own tears but the crack in your voice was proof enough as you spoke to your father.

“Thank you dad. I love you.”

A small choking noise escaped his lips as he quickly reciprocated your hug, pulling you in tight as he whispered the last phrase back to you. Finally, he pulled away, pushing you towards your husband before he no doubt went to another room to calm down. Well, not before slipping the bag into your hand though.

You quickly went back to Chris’ open arms. With no hesitation, you tried to the best of your ability to straddle his lap. Your hands going to his cheeks, you pulled him close for a kiss as his own hands started to soothingly rub your back. Finally pulling apart, he smiled, wiping the tears that had finally landed on your cheeks as he spoke softly.

“You know he’s right. Without him, we wouldn’t have met.”

He leaned down, reaching for the bag and placing it on your lap. With shaking hands, you reached in, pulling out the Ant-man helmet that started it all. With the new reminder of how you met Chris, you let out a choked laugh as you nodded, running your hand over the mask before meeting Chris’ eyes. Unable to find the words that you wanted to say, you simply nodded again before pressing your lips to his once more.

Thank you Dad.

Happy Birthday Chris Evans! (June 13th, 1981)

You’re Perfect

Steve Rogers x Reader

Rating: T

Author’s Note: Yeah...I suck at titles. Sorry about that... On the bright side, this is my first completed request! 

Despite what some people said about the man, you loved working for Fury. Well, except when he forced you to handle paperwork.

A frown on your face, you struggled to balance the countless papers that rested in your arms, all waiting to be filed.  Each folder holding information to countless missions, leads on suspicious individuals, and background checks on recent recruits would need to be reviewed, relayed to F.R.I.D.A.Y, then placed into the cabinets that were already filled to the brim with manila folders identical to the ones you were about to add to the mix.

One day, you would be able to convince Fury to abandon this old-fashioned method. They were working with Tony for God’s sake. He would be all for throwing out the system. Plus, the Avengers and those working for them could benefit from escaping this time wasting task. Cursing once more at the man, you finally stopped, catching sight of the all too familiar broad frame of your boyfriend.

With a small grunt, you set the files on a nearby desk as you approached the meeting room he currently sat within; ready to wait outside and surprise the man you haven’t seen in days. He wasn’t supposed to be home until tomorrow, previously pulled away to yet another country who needed help defeating you knows what evil lurked nearby. Your entire demeanor changing as you took in the sight of the man who held your heart, you watched as his eyes skimmed what was undoubtedly the next mission that required Captain America’s attention.

Yet as your (e/c) eyes finally reached the blue ones you’ve been begging to see since Sunday, you frowned at the hardened expression that took over his complexion. Different from the one he often used when he entered the work place, you frowned, glancing towards the woman who was speaking at the other side of the room.

Her lips moved quickly and you thanked Fury for the extensive classes he provided for your training as one of his agents. With your added disadvantage of being eighty percent deaf, the time originally intended for an agent to grow accustomed to the patterns of the team were quickly set aside for the importance of understanding others in a time effective manner.

Besides, it wasn’t like you didn’t know the way Fury liked things preformed. You did work with him before he brought you into this project.

As your eyes quickly followed the movement of her lips, your face began to grow pale. Despite the words she uttered, you stayed rooted to the spot, taking in each of her words as she continued to convince Steve of her decision regarding the next mission…with you.

“Sir, what I’m trying to say is that (y/n) may not be the best choice for a mission with these set of qualifications. Not only will the team be separated and unable to communicate through face to face contact, the automated systems that were created to avoid sign language is not fast enough for this purpose.”

The agent caught sight of your presence, sending a subtle smirk your way as she continued her speech despite the glare that Steve sent her way. With a newfound confidence, she continued, her lips exaggerating each word as if to ensure that you would understand it.

“To be honest Captain, this mission requires strenuous activity and given the…physical…appearance of (y/n), this may not be the mission for her. I’d rather worry about the goal at hand rather than worry if my comrade jeopardizes the team by falling behind.”

You weren’t naïve. You knew that many people talked about you and the way you looked. Their need for gossip lacked a target as soon as they reached the real world, unable to find easy victims outside a typical school setting. But you were never fazed by their attempts to lower your self-esteem. With the confidence you found in your skill set, you had avoided their attempts to bring you down. But this? This was stripping you of the one thing you took pride in, questioning how effective it would be in a team that you dedicated your life to.

With a frown, you shook as you took a step back, your eyes beginning to fill with tears and expose the hurt that accompanied the agent’s lack of trust in your abilities. Not bothering to pick up the files that you previously set aside, you quickly escaped to the floor that you shared with the super solder.

Without a second glance at the meeting room, you didn’t catch the way Steve finally reached his breaking point. His hand slammed against the glass, forcing it to chip as he slowly stood, glaring at the agent that dared questioned you. He stalked closer towards her, her own feet stepping back with each one of his until her back hit the wall, leaving her as easy prey to her superior.

“Agent (y/n) has always been a major asset to the team. Unlike your false sense of superiority, she has the integrity to remain in the same position as new recruits when she could clearly advance by several ranks. If you are as concerned about her performance as you say, perhaps someone can show you her previous accomplishments so you can understand her importance. Unlike you, she can not be replaced.”

This bitter version of Steve continued as his eyes hardened, experiencing hurt for you without the knowledge that you witnessed this attack yourself.

“Additionally, agent (y/n)’s weight is none of your concern. How she looks does not define her personality and capabilities. If you fail to see that, that is your own lack of ability but I will stand to have this in the team. Report to Fury immediately and inform him to review the footage from the meeting and he may do as he sees fit. That is an order recruit and if this task is not accomplished, I will do it myself. Trust me, you don’t want that.”

With that, Steve jerked away, heading towards the door of the room without a second glance to the shocked and terrified woman he left behind. His breaths came labored as he slammed the door shut, the glass beginning to shatter as he hastily made his approach towards the elevator. With the intent of finding you immediately, he tried to push aside the emotions that erupted from his recent conversation to instead find solace in your embrace.

As his fist slammed against the button for the specified floor for the two of you, he willed himself to calm down. With quick paces across the small tiled floor of the elevator, his hands ran through his hair, pulling against the roots in a feeble attempt to relieve some of the stress.

How dare they insult his girlfriend. And in front of him? If they were that descriptive to his face, he cringed at what they were saying about his doll when he was away. With one swift punch to the metal walls, he grimaced as a dent was made on the once pristine interior.

Tony was going to kill him.

Yet as the familiar ding of the elevator finally reached Steve’s ears, he shook the small worry aside as he swiftly entered the room, his boots squeaking against the newly waxed floor. With a hope that he would find you curled up in your small alcove, reading whatever new novel you chose to indulge in that week, he froze as the soft sound of your cries filled the room. The forced noise bounced against the walls, holding him captive in his spot as the fear of what could have happened to his strong girlfriend plagued his thoughts. Without thinking any further of the ‘what-ifs’, he rushed into the bedroom, slamming the door open as his blue eyes quickly surveyed the room for you.

A breath of relief left his lips as he quickly found you on the bed, your face pressed against the pillow as your body shook with the sobs that escaped your lips. Your hands pressed the pillow to cover your ears, as if to cover your disability, making him frown as he slowly approached. He sat beside you, his weight shifting the bed with his movements and causing you to finally snap your head up to look at Steve’s concerned expression.

His hand touched your cheek softly before he pulled you to sit besides him. After a failed attempt to wipe away the tears from your face, his frown deepened as he hastily began to sign his concerns. You then hid from his gaze, looking down at the light blue comforter while signing the few words that were needed.

“I know what she said about me.”

Your sobs grew more intense as your hands dropped to your lap, beginning to twist together as you forced yourself to avoid whatever Steve would say. Would he be upset that you were spying? Would he…agree with the agent? The thought left your body numb as you thought about the man you loved expressing his lack of confidence in your ability as well.

Before you could spiral into the dark abyss of your mind, he softly moved your chin so you could face him once more. His hands moved through the air as he quickly shook his head, trying to resolve the issue before you made any drastic decisions because of the words of one silly agent.

“Doll, she was so wrong.” He paused. With one kiss to your trembling lips, he bit his own, trying to remember one sign before embarking on his impromptu speech.

“You are one of the best agents here. Anyone is lucky to have you as their ally and if they can’t see that…screw them.” You began to crack a smile at his what you knew to be intentional slip of language. You mouthed his signature phrase at him before closing your eyes, taking a deep breath before going back to pay attention to his words once more.

“I don’t know what that agent was talking about but you’re perfect. No one cares about your weight. No one cares about you being deaf. All they care about is you. Don’t you see? Natasha loves how you’re willing to spar with her. Or how you can always be the shoulder she needs when the mighty Black Widow feels down. Tony loves the way you rush to help him with his latest experiments, helping him fix the problem before an ever bigger issue arrives. Bruce loves the way you don’t treat him like a monster. Clint loves how you can find him no matter where he hides. I can go on but (y/n) don’t you see? These little things, combined with your skills as an agent, are so important. You’re the factor that brings the team together, filling the gaps to create a unified team that won’t self-combust in the middle of a fight. We need you. We need you more than you know.”

“I-“

“I need you. I don’t need just Agent (y/n) though. I want all of you. I love the way you don’t obey orders. Yes, it drives me insane but you’re so independent. I can trust you to make the right decision…even if its not the one I made. You’re strong. You’re smart. You know me inside and out. Doll, I wouldn’t have been able to make it in this century if it wasn’t for you.” Once more, Steve paused, a small smile slowly beginning to make an appearance as a soft chuckle escaped his lips.

“And I can’t begin to express how the little things you do wins my heart over and over again. Like the way you wake up early just to see me after my runs. You don’t care how early it is. You’re quick to greet me with a smile and a cup of coffee.” He didn’t need to go further. He proved his point. With that, he dropped his hands, mouthing the rest of the words as he slowly pulled you in to give you a much needed kiss.

“I love you my perfect girl.”

You’d still have to work out this problem of self-doubt later. You’d still have questions about what transpired after the meeting. You’d still need to be reassured but for now, this was enough. With your hands tangled in his hair and his lips moving gently against your own, you felt wanted. Needed.

You felt perfect.

Happy Birthday, you precious Dorito. 😙