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sudsevans · a day ago
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CHRIS EVANS at Disney World.
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sersi · a day ago
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FAVORITE CHARACTER MEME: Steve Rogers + Captain America: The First Avenger [1/5 Movies]
“While editors were frantically cutting Iron Man and The Incredible Hulk at L.A.’s Tribeca West offices, [Kevin] Feige was also thinking about Captain America. As a huge fan of The Rocketeer, he was trying to secure Academy Award winner Joe Johnston to direct Cap’s first adventure. Standing in the parking lot at the corner of Bundy and Olympic, Feige had a revelation about how to solve a problem with The First Avenger’s development.
Initially, early creative discussions had determined the first half of the movie should see Cap battling enemies during World War II. Then he goes on ice. The second half would see Cap getting thawed in the present day. Feige was concerned that this structure didn’t allow the audience to get to know the most important thing about Captain America: Steve Rogers.
With The Rocketeer in Feige’s mind, he started to consider that maybe the movie should just be a full-on World War II movie, and that Rogers shouldn’t go on ice until the very end. In the early drafts, there was no focus on a skinny, everyday Steve Rogers; the story was fully committed to a super soldier getting frozen in the forties, and then fighting evil in the present day. Feige, in collaboration with [Jeremy] Latcham, realized instead that the entire film needed to put its spotlight on a thin kid with a lot of heart. And then give him powers.” - Tara Bennett and Paul Terry, The Story of Marvel Studios: The Making of the Marvel Cinematic Universe
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rogersevans · a day ago
The Moment
Summary: The moment Frank Adler realised he was hopelessly, irretrievably in love with you.
Notes: 18+ Minors DNI
authors note: i got this idea after seeing @twerkforambrose’s gifted gif set, especially the last one. so, thank you for the inspiration. i wrote this at 4:30am this morning, so i hope you guys enjoy it.
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Frank Adler was a difficult person to read, always had been. He grew up in the shadow of his sister, her unique intelligence and witty personality commanding the attention of every room she entered. 
He learnt that keeping quiet gave him the easy, laid back life he so wanted. 
Not to be bothered by his mother’s pestering or belittling. 
The news of his sister ending her life came in the early hours of the morning, he was awoken by the shrill ring of his mobile. His mother’s wails blaring through as he held the phone at a distance. 
On one hand he was angry at his sister, now that she was gone their mother had no one to focus her passive aggressive pursuits on except him. Until Mary turned 7. Frank knew the moment he met her in delivery room 7 years ago that she would take after her mom in every way. Evelyn knew this. Their one eyed cat, Fred, knew this. And he was determined to make sure that she didn’t get her claws hooked into his niece. Not like she did with his sister.
You had appeared in his world like a glitch. All of a sudden you weren’t there and then in a blink of an eye, there you stood. Despite all his attempts to send you running you stayed. By his side and squeezing his hand the way when you knew he was stressed or annoyed, keeping him calm and never relenting. 
The first time he thought of loving you was fleeting. 
Scared that it was too soon.
Scared you were too good for him. 
But he couldn’t ignore the way his heart swelled as you protected and defended them, without even a second thought. The world slowly regaining its colour after being in the dark for so long, you at the centre of that.
Evelyn had shown up, an ever-growing and demanding presence in all your lives. She didn’t like you, that much was clear. Thought Frank could do better. Didn’t like that you encouraged Mary to be herself, to attend a normal school, surround herself with kids her own age. You helped Mary find her voice, something Evelyn hated when the kid discovered the confidence to tell her grandmother ‘no’.
You had made a point to stay out of the family drama, not to insert yourself. Whenever she turned up on Frank’s doorstep you would scoop Mary up in your arms, Fred normally following closely behind, and take her out into the backyard. It had become such a norm that when Evelyn turned up today Mary was by your side before she stepped her Jimmy Choo heel across the threshold. And you had planned to take Mary away, you had every intention to do the right thing. 
But the bleach blonde older woman was making that hard, her insensitive comments setting your teeth on edge, practically grinding them in irritation. Frank had clocked the way you lingered, the way Mary was pulling at your hand. But it was like you were stuck, unable to move because you knew if you did you would take one giant step to give her the smack she’s been asking for since stepping foot inside.
“Sweetheart,” he tried gently, his hand falling to the small of your back, his thumb rubbing small circles against it. 
“You know what,” you started, easing out of both Mary and Frank’s grip. “I’m sick and tired of hearing you drone on about how Frank needs to the ‘right thing for Mary’, how what he’s doing for her isn’t enough-”
“It isn’t.” She simply argued back but her face never changed, not even a flick of emotion as she gave you a glance over, her stare disapproving.  
“Putting her in an environment that she isn’t used to is? Taking her away from the only family she’s known is? Using her intelligence to get what you want?” With every question you took a step closer to the blonde, your tone never wavering. “Frank, take Mary out of the room because what I’m about to say she shouldn’t hear.” Your eyes never leaving her.
You could hear the shuffle of Frank grabbing Mary and the soft click of the door opening and shutting, knowing he’d taken her into the back garden. 
“I’m dying to hear what you have to say.” She sarcastically baited you, and you fell for it.
“You’re so concerned with pushing your beliefs onto your granddaughter, the same you did with your daughter and look where that got you. Your daughter hated you so much that the only way she knew to escape you was by ending her life.” You knew your words were harsh, uncalled for, but you needed this woman to understand that as long as you were around Mary was protected.
Frank had left Mary on the swing, Fred in her lap as she stroked him, lifting him to snuggle her face against his fur, something she did when she felt anxious. Now stood in the kitchen, one eye on the window that displayed Mary in the yard and the other on the door that lead to the living room. But he didn’t need to be in the room to hear you, the walls were thin and you spoke with such conviction that he wouldn’t be surprised if Mary could hear you.
“I may not be married to your son, but they’re my family. I adore them both. Hell will freeze over before I let you get your claws into that little girl,” you watched as she scoffed, her perfectly manicured fingers falling to her hips. 
“Please, you’re just someone my son is using to keep his dick warm at night. A mere after thought. You have no say.” Her words were like poison, spoke with such certainty.
“Maybe.” You shrugged, unfazed by her insults. “Try it.” You threatened, leaving Evelyn confused. “Continue your pursuit of putting her in college, continue your pursuit of taking her away from Frank... I dare you.” The last three words sent a shiver down Evelyn’s spine. The darkening of your eyes made it clear you weren’t past psychical violence. “I’d go to the ends of the earth to protect them both, especially from you. And if I didn’t believe that Mary needs all the family she can get around her, you’d be out of this house and on your ass quicker than you can blink.” 
Frank stood there shocked, blinking at nothing as he processed your threat to his mother. No one had ever stuck up for him like that, not since his sister. Your relationship was only five months old but in that moment he could see a future with you. The bigger house, the white pickett fence, maybe another cat or even a dog, he could practically feel the gold band that would sit on his ring finger one day burning his skin. 
He loved you. 
But he pushed the feeling down to the pit of his stomach, he couldn’t tell you that, it was too early and he didn’t want to scare you away. You meant too much to him. Plus, Mary would kill him if he messed this up, he’d never hear the end of it. 
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The second moment he felt that all too familiar feeling explode in his chest was a month later. It was in the dead of night, the room dark with the exception of the street lights peaking through the blinds. 
His room was filled with your soft and quiet moans as you slowly rode him. 
Watching you throw your head back, your hair cascading down your back and tickling his thighs, as you rotated your hips in the way that drove him to the point of no return. Your eyes locking onto his when you lifted your head back up, like they were searching his soul, memorising every single part of it. 
Giving his chest a gentle push until his back hit the soft mattress, you slowly following, chests pressed together as you grabbed both of his wrists, holding them above his head. 
“Frank,” you whined quietly when his hips thrusted, pushing himself further into you at a slow pace.
A deep growl rumbled in his chest, you could feel it, sending vibrations through your own. You were close, he could feel you clenching around him, tight and warm. 
“Fuck, sweetheart.” He moaned out, your eyes never leaving each other, wriggling one hand out of your - not so tight - grip and cupping your cheek, holding your face close to his. Noses nudging against each other. 
The realisation that this time felt different, every nerve ending in his body tingling with every touch, hit him hard. It’s normally quicker, louder and harder. He was giving you everything, his entire being. He’d never felt so vulnerable and yet so connected to someone. The warmth bloomed in his chest, his heart now increasing with speed for an entirely different reason. 
You weren’t fucking, you were making love. “I...” 
He’d almost said it, almost told you he loved you in the throes of passion. But he didn’t want you to think he was only saying it because he was currently balls deep inside you. He didn't want you to question it. Not when so much was a stake. 
Your breath hitched in your throat at his almost confession, you thought he was going to say it, tell you he loved you. You wanted him to, desperately. You loved Frank. You had for a while and you only felt yourself falling further into that pit. It consumed you. Frank had such a hold on your heart that you couldn’t break even if you wanted to. 
You had tried to tell him, hinting to it like tonight because you were too scared he’d reject you or tell you it’s too soon. You thought making love to him would give you any inclining that he felt the same. And it did.
When you saw his eyes light up when you came undone around him. Releasing the hand you were still holding and using both to hold his face. Foreheads pressed together, noses nudging and breaths fanning over each others faces as his hips chased his own high, releasing his seed into you with one more push. 
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The third time came over him hard, never leaving after that, finding a place to settle in his heart, slowly taking over.
Mary wasn’t happy, she’d had a bad week at school. She wasn’t having the best of luck at making friends, knowing they made fun of her when teachers weren’t looking. Not to mention that she was adjusting to a routine she wasn’t used to. Change wasn’t something she welcomed lightly.
You and Frank remembered how she responded when you started to become more present in her life. Locking herself in one of Frank’s customers boats... For seven hours. It took you coaxing her out with the promise that you would follow a schedule, it wasn’t that Mary didn’t like you, she adored you. But change made her nervous and when she was nervous she would act out, not knowing how to handle to overwhelming feeling. 
This was one of those times. 
You had noticed the burden building on her over the course of the week, you had tried to ease it by planning out the week after school with her, letting her pick the meals you would cook for dinner. Mac and cheese most nights, much to Frank’s dismay. 
Frank was kneeling in front of his niece, her arms flying around as he held her arms gently. It only took one mention of Frank suggesting something different for dinner, not being able to bring himself to eat more mac and cheese, and the floodgates opened. 
“I hate you!” She screamed. “I hate you for making me go to school! I hate school!!” The sound of her small palm connecting to his cheek made you both freeze. Mary continued her assault to his chest, her tiny fists pounding it as tears streamed down her cheeks.
You watched as Frank started to loose his temper, his patience slowly waining thin, the grip on her arms starting to tighten. It was only when he felt your hand rest on his shoulder that he relaxed. Giving it a quick squeeze, signalling for him to stand and he did, letting you drop to your knees in front of Mary.
“Pumpkin,” you started, your voice soft like velvet as you expertly dodged her fists, that was still flailing around. “Excuse me.” Your voice now stern. “You’re going to hurt someone pumpkin,” your voice soft again once she stopped, letting her hands fall to her sides. Frank’s heart imploding at the nickname you’d given her months previous. “I know you’re angry, I know. I was bullied in school when I was your age, it sucks.” She just nodded her head in agreement. “But, what you don’t do is hurt the people who are trying to help you. You slapped Uncle Frank, what makes you any different from the bullies?” You asked, your voice still soft but now firm as you spoke, her eyes widened at your question.
“I-I didn’t-” her bottom lip started to tremble, eyes starting to well up as she looked up to Frank. “I didn’t mean to hit you,” she now looked at you panicked. “I didn’t mean to hit him! I’m sorry!”
“Listen,” your hands now holding her face, your thumbs wiping away her tears. “You’re not in trouble, you were angry and needed to get it out. That’s fine, but next time may I suggest screaming into a pillow? It works wonders, I promise you.” When she saw you smile at her she let out a small giggle through her tears, nodding her head again. “Now, I know you decided mac and cheese for dinner, but I don’t think Fred is going to survive another night of the cheesy goodness- don’t think I don’t see you feeding him when you think we’re not looking missy.” Using your thumb to boop her nose, making her giggle more. 
Fred sitting on a chair at the table wasn’t something you were both overly happy about, but it got you through the phase of Mary not eating. Him sat beside her encouraged her to eat, wanting dinner to go without a hitch.
“He likes it, it’s his favourite!” She pointed out, her smile growing wider.
“I do make a good mac and cheese, it’s a secret recipe that I’ll have to show you one day.” you watched her eyes light up at your promise. “But why don’t we settle on something different tonight? We’ll let you pick, from the book and everything.”
“Really?!” She squealed when you nodded. “Ok!” 
Within seconds she was running towards the kitchen before stopping dead, you and Frank watched as she turned on her heels and marched over to Frank, tugging his shirt for him to kneel down, which he did. 
“I’m sorry uncle Frank,” she whispered before throwing her arms tightly around his neck. “I didn’t mean to hit you, I’m really sorry.” Leaning back to kiss the cheek she slapped.
“It’s ok squish.” He felt his heart swell at her apology, it was rare that Mary apologised for her behaviour, as kids do. But here she was, in his arms and holding tightly, like she was scared he’d leave if she let go. Apologising. 
You did that. And he couldn’t stop himself from looking over her shoulder at you, still in your crouched position and a broad smile now stretched across your face. 
No one had ever been able to defuse Mary like that before, you’d always let him handle her outbursts, never wanting to overstep your mark. But the way you asked him permission silently before doing so made him happy to back off and let you handle it. He would’ve normally lost his temper with her, both of them shouting at each other until she stomped off to her room. Leaving dinner an awkward occasion. 
When Mary had disappeared to the kitchen to get the recipe book you both stood and Frank took your hand, bringing it to his lips as he brushed light kisses over your knuckles. “That was amazing, you’re amazing.” 
“It was nothin’,” your shrugged as your stomach fluttered at his praise, making the warm feeling bloom in your chest at the feeling of his soft lips against your knuckles. 
He could feel the words forcing themselves up his throat, like word vomit. It’s like he wasn’t in control of the notion as he stared into your eyes. Then you had to rest your hand against his cheek, didn’t you? He leaned into your touch, it burning his skin in a fantastic way, setting his whole body alight. Your touch made him weak, made him nervous and the battle within him was lost. 
“I love you sweetheart,” he heard your breath hitch, watched as your eyes searched his for any hint of uncertainty, but there was none, not when it came to you. “I’ve loved you for a long time, longer than I realised. I love the way you smile,” his heart fluttered as you smiled, right on cue. “I love the way you stick up for Mary, like she’s your own. How you stood up to my mother-”
“You heard?” You gasped when he nodded.
“Hell yeah I heard, it was sexy as hell, took everything in me not to take you up those stairs and fuck you.” He bit his lip as he brought you against his chest. “I love how your cheeks blush whenever I pay you a compliment, no matter how big or small.” He said, poking the apple of your cheeks with his index finger. “I love the way you laugh, or how you say my name when I’m buried-”
“Frank!” You scolded lightly, looking over your shoulder to make sure Mary wasn’t within earshot, giggling when you felt his lips trail wet kisses along your jaw and down your neck. 
“I love you, you’re it for me.” He repeated.
Now looking deep into his blue, ocean like, eyes, you reached up onto the tips of your toes, your arms snaking around his neck and your lips ghosting over his as you spoke. “I love you to, Frank. You’re it for me to, you and Mary. My entire world. It consumes me, a tie I never want severed. You have my heart Frank Adler.” Was all you could get out before Frank’s lips smashed against yours, the force knocking you slightly but the hold he had on your hips held you there. 
“Finally!” Mary spoke up, breaking the moment between you both. “Me and Fred had a bet that you would chicken out,” her eyes narrowing in on Frank. “And we’d have to do it for you... I owe Fred a fish.” She grumbled, making you laugh out loud and Frank shake his head as you both watched her walk past you and over to the table where she sat with the recipe book. 
“That reminds me,” now turning to face you both, still in each others arms, a look of concern flashing across her face. “Where can we get a fish?”
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dailybuckybarnes · a month ago
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SEBASTIAN STAN, CHRIS EVANS Behind the scenes of ‘Captain America: The First Avenger’ in 2010
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unearthlydust · 2 months ago
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CHRIS EVANS The Red Sea Diving Resort (2019)
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sharonscarter · 3 months ago
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Let’s not make this about me. Chris Evans as Johnny Storm in FANTASTIC FOUR: RISE OF THE SILVER SURFER (2007)
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