#((say there's a reporter there on the red carpet and decides to humor the twins by asking them who they're wearing tonight))

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35. You make me feel safe. Summer x Chris if it’s not too late 😊

A/N: CLEARLY, I do not know how to do these prompts because this thing....is two....thousand....words.

I hate myself.

I really hope you see and like this, anon! 

"I think I’m going to be sick."

Summer gripped the counter of the face board in her townhouse, looking over at her manager. "Is it too late to back out?"

Mercedes rolled her hazel eyes. "A little, yeah."

"Shit," Summer cursed, closing her eyes and waving off the woman. "I’ll be fine. Just-give me a few minutes."

"Summer, we’re already-"

"Please."

She sighed and nodded. "Of course."

When Summer realized Mercedes was out of the bedroom and out of hearing distance, she started to do deep breathing.

"You can do this, Summer," she reminded herself. "You made it through Comic-Con. You can do anything. You a boss ass bitch, bitch, bit…..” Her thoughts drifted to the anxiety that accompanied her first Comic-Con appearance. "Shit."

She started to pace back and forth, holding her dress up so that it didn’t brush against the floor.

"And why the hell did I not wear pants?" She groaned with frustration. "Now I have to worry about tripping on my own damn two feet."

She looked over at her phone, grabbing and unlocking it as she read over the last few texts she had with Evans.

"I should have agreed," she murmured, reading the one where he asked for the eighteenth time if she wanted to arrive with him so that she wasn’t alone.

Like an idiot, she’d declined, citing that he couldn’t hold her hand everywhere, and she’d be fine.

Clearly, that was not the case because she was seconds away from ditching the whole thing altogether, contractual obligations be damned.

Tonight was the L.A. Premiere for Age of Ultron, the night where the world would finally see the MCU’s introduction of her character, Storm. Not only was she worried about fandom and critical reactions, but she was experiencing moderate anxiety just thinking about having to walk the red carpet.

They were far from her favorite. She’d started to hyperventilate at the New York premiere of 4AM, and skipped out entirely on the red carpet at the Oscar’s that year.

If not for the alcohol she’d drank during the pre-party, she probably would have hurled or fainted during her acceptance speech that night.

So yeah, Summer didn’t have the best track record when it came to that damn knockoff Aladdin carpet.

She just wished she’d thought more about how stressful this would be for her prior to the premiere.

Even if she wanted to call or text Evans, it was too late. He was already there, probably giving a drunk interview to some poor reporter.

He’d been smart to get drunk a couple hours before so that he wouldn’t be completely buzzed.

"Fuck it," she murmured, gripping her phone and hitting the light switch as she walked out. "Cedes, is it too late to-" Summer stopped in the middle of the hallway and in her sentence.

"Christopher?" He was talking to Mercedes who turned around and stepped to the side, not wanting to get in the way of the two. "What? Did you and Evans decide to do the whole twinning thing?" She joked weakly. His suit was a light gray, sharp, the blue tie a nice contrast to the designer ensemble, and a compliment to his beautiful blue eyes. His hair was short, and he was growing out his facial hair again, something she’d expressed she liked on him. Bottom line, the man looked good.

"Never mind.” She walked over to him, craning her head up and crossing her arms. "What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be on your way?" Again, before he could say anything. "Shit, I guess I should be too. I’m coming. I swear. I just….my brows!" She gestured to them. "They out here looking like second cousins twice removed. The ghetto."

She shook her head. "Something happened to my first outfit, so we had to go with my backup, and I’m not sure how I feel about it. I feel like it doesn’t flatter my shape, and my boobs! Dude, it’s suffocating them. I couldn’t even wear a bra." Her eyes widened. "Shit, can you tell? You can. Can’t you?" She pressed her fingers against her temple and turned away to head back in her room. "That’s it. I have to chan-"

"Summer." He spoke firmly, reaching for her arm and slowly spinning her back around. Summer finally took note of how he was looking at her, like he was in a trance, like he couldn’t take his eyes off of her even if he wanted to.

She frowned, suddenly uncomfortable with his lingering gaze. "What? Why are you looking at me like that? Stop being weird. I’ll call the SWAT team."

He ignored her remark and moved closer, grasping her hands in his. "Summer-"

"I know my name, Christopher." She rolled her eyes. "Tell me something that I don’t know."

"I don’t think I’ve ever been rendered speechless by a woman, but I honestly cannot tell you what the fuck you just said in the last five minutes because I can’t get over how beautiful you look."

Her jaw dropped before she faltered with a quiet reply. "I was just insulting you and…babbling, I suppose."

"So nothing important," he said plainly. She glared and hit him in his chest before he moved his hands to her hips and pulled her into him. "Sweetheart, do you want to go tonight?"

She shrugged and looked away. "I’d like to not get arrested by the Marvel police."

"That’s not what I asked you." There wasn’t an ounce of humor in his voice or face, a rarity. She didn’t really know how to respond to that, which is why she stayed quiet. "If you don’t want to go, we won’t go."

She looked up at him. "We?" Summer sighed. "Are you crazy, Chris? Can you imagine what kind of trouble you’d be in-"

"Don’t worry about me, Summer," he quickly dismissed, moving his hand to cup the back of her neck. "So again, I ask you, what do you want to do? And I want the truth, Summer."

Summer processed his question. A part of her wanted to go. She’d worked so hard for almost two years, and she deserved to see the product of all her hard work. It was just…she may have underestimated what that product would involve.

Comic-Con was very different from the red carpet where she’d been under constant scrutiny, cameras flashing, being bombarded with questions.

"Hey. Look at me." Summer blinked a few times as she realized she was crying and starting to hyperventilate. He pressed his lips to her forehead and wiped her tears. "Focus on me."

"Don’t tell me what to do, Aussie," she murmured as he kissed her temple one last time before pulling away.

"Get undressed," he instructed, starting to loosen his tie. "God that thing was tight."

"Christopher-"

"I’m sorry, why don’t I see clothes dropping?"

"That’s it. I’m calling Chris Hansen."

————

"Does this count as bestiality?"

"Wh-what the hell kind of porn do you watch to even know about that?"

"I’d much rather participate." She quipped a brow. "Okay, that’s not what I meant."

Summer laughed and shook her head, further burying herself in his chest, his arm tightening around her. "And stop talking. It’s about to get good.“

"That’s what you said three episodes ago, and-Jesus, are they about to fuck in the morgue?" Summer’s smile widened as she looked up at his mortified expression. "What kind of sick show is this?"

While almost all of LA was at the premiere where she and Chris should have been, they were lying in bed in her place as she forced him to watch one of her favorite shows, Beauty and the Beast.

At first, she couldn’t take her mind off how much trouble they were going to be in. She was as good as fired, and he was going to be replaced with Liam. That was one of her theories. There were many, all of which Christopher only laughed off, kissing her forehead and rubbing her back as he assured her that he’d take care of everything.

It was….strange. How easily they meshed, how comfortable he made her feel. All of the medications in the world couldn’t do for her anxiety what one smile or warm embrace from the Australian could do.

“You know, most of the guys I’ve dated couldn’t understand why I can’t just “get over” this “anxiety shit.” She admitted with a sad chuckle as Chris bit back a cruel remark, replacing it with one not as harsh but equally appropriate.

“Fucking dumbass.”

“That’s what I said,” she smiled and shrugged. “Among…other…crude… and especially cruel things.”

“They deserved it.”

“Agreed, Mr. Hemsworth.” she laughed before licking her lips and taking a deep breath. "Christopher."

"We can finally watch Game of Thrones?"

"Don’t make me stab you."

"Such violence," he sighed, watching how she kept trying to inch closer to him, her body practically on top of his as she laid her head on his shoulder. "Don’t tell me you’re getting soft on me, July."

"It’s so different with you," she whispered, absentmindedly walking her fingers across his defined chest. "You…you make me feel safe." Summer looked up at him with a crooked smile. "Must be an Australian thing."

She gasped as he flipped them, hovering over her, gently kissing her neck. "Or something else."

She chewed on her bottom lip. "Now who’s getting soft?"

He chuckled. "Is that the American word for it?"

"Punk, sucker, loser, sap, chump, pushover,” She listed, taking a shaky breath as he grabbed her wrists, placing them above her head. "Shall I continue?"

"If you wish," he agreed, his eyes softening. "All of them and more….I’ll gladly be for you. Always." She smiled warmly as he ghosted his lips over hers.

"Always is a long time."

"Not when I’m with you."

She lifted her leg, brushing her thigh against his hip. "I am a bit greedy."

He smiled wryly. "Among other things."

Summer felt her stomach knot as she finally found the courage to stop beating around the bush. "And yet you still love me." Chris’s eyes widened slightly. He wasn’t expecting her to directly address his admission so soon. "You better, Hemsworth. I don’t fall in love so easily, especially with Australians."

"Have you been with any other Aussies?" He dropped his elbow to the bed, going to brush his fingers against her forehead.

She pretended to think, flipping them so that she was on top. "I only have eyes for one." He smirked. "God, he was so good in The Hunger Games."

Chris growled, lifting his hand to the back of her neck. "You know I’ll only take but a few more of these references to my brother."

"Do they bother you?" She teased. "Would you like me to stop?" Summer dropped her mouth to his ear. "Make me."

In a second, they’d switched positions again, but this time, he had her on her stomach before he roughly pulled her onto her knees. Summer braced her hands against the mattress when she felt his hand wrap around her throat and moaned as his hand came down hard on her ass.

She smiled.

"Gladly."

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