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A/N (REPLIES NEEDED):
So I have finished writing the story! Which means my full attention for the time being goes to writing Madelyn’s story. However, I have a question for you all. Would you like me to just drop every chapter for the rest of the story tomorrow, or over the next few days? I’m still considering doing the sequel as well but that won’t come until Madelyn’s story is finished.

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𝐘/𝐍’𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

The early morning sunlight filtered through the hotel room’s thin curtains, casting a soft glow across the rumpled sheets. I stirred, a warm weight against me reminding me of everything that had unfolded the night before.

Slowly, I opened my eyes to find Scarlett already awake, her head propped up on her hand as she gazed at me with an expression I couldn’t quite decipher.

“Morning,” she said softly, her lips curving into a gentle smile.

“Morning,” I replied, my voice rough with sleep. For a moment, I stayed still, caught in the surreal intimacy of waking up beside her.

Her hair was a mess, falling loosely over her shoulders, and there was something about the quiet vulnerability in her face that made my chest tighten.

“Did you sleep okay?” she asked, her fingers brushing against mine where they rested on the pillow.

“Better than I expected,” I admitted, sitting up slightly. “This feels… surreal.”

“Good surreal?” she asked, tilting her head.

I nodded. “Yeah. But also… a little overwhelming.”

Scarlett’s smile faded slightly, replaced by a thoughtful look. “We don’t have to figure it all out right now, Y/n. I don’t want you to feel like… like I’m rushing you into something you’re not ready for.”

Her words were soft but laced with hesitation, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of the fear she’d tried to hide.

“It’s not that,” I said quickly, reaching out to touch her hand. “Last night felt… right. I don’t regret anything. I’m just… trying to wrap my head around where we go from here.”

She studied me for a moment before nodding slowly.

“I get that. And honestly? I don’t have all the answers either. But maybe… maybe we don’t need to know everything right away. We can take it one day at a time.”

“One day at a time,” I repeated, the words settling over me like a warm blanket.

She gave my hand a light squeeze. “That’s all I’m asking for. Just… give us a chance.”

Her vulnerability caught me off guard, and before I could stop myself, I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. It was tender, almost hesitant, but it felt grounding, like a silent promise.

When I pulled back, she was smiling again, her eyes soft with affection. “I could get used to this,” she murmured.

I laughed, the tension in my chest easing slightly. “Don’t get too comfortable. I’m still figuring out if you’re worth the trouble.”

“Trouble?” she repeated, her tone mock-offended. “I’ll have you know, I’m delightful.”

“You sure tasted that way last night,” I teased, slipping out of bed and wrapping the sheet around me as I stretched, quickly missing Scarlett’s attempt to swat me on the arm.

“Where are you going?” she called after me.

“To brush my teeth,” I said, glancing over my shoulder with a grin. “Unless you plan on hogging the bathroom like you hogged me last night.”

She laughed, tossing a pillow in my direction. It missed by a mile, landing harmlessly on the floor. “Watch it, Evans or I’ll be off limits.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I muttered, but my smile didn’t fade as I closed the bathroom door behind me.

. . .

When I returned, Scarlett was sitting cross-legged on the bed, scrolling through her phone. She looked up as I approached, her expression softening.

“Everything okay?” I asked, sliding back under the covers.

“Yeah,” she said, setting the phone aside. “Just checking the schedule for today.”

“Another packed day?”

“Not for me,” she said, her gaze flicking to mine. “I’m planning on staying right here for as long as I can.”

I grinned, leaning back against the headboard. “Skipping out on your responsibilities, Johansson? I thought you were the consummate professional.”

“I am,” she said, her tone playful. “But I think I’ve earned a morning off.”

“Convenient, I could think of a few things we could do,” I teased.

She nudged me with her elbow, her laughter soft and warm. “Shut up and enjoy the moment, Y/n.”

And so I did. For the first time in a long time, I let myself simply be.

. . .

The hallways of the convention center were a buzz of energy, the final day of Comic-Con in full swing.

Scarlett and I walked side by side, her hand brushing against mine occasionally as we navigated through the crowds.

Each subtle touch sent a ripple of electricity through me, a reminder of how close we’d gotten in such a short amount of time.

“You ready for the last hurrah?” Scarlett asked, glancing over at me with a soft smile.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” I said, adjusting the strap of my bag. “Although I’m starting to think you Marvel folks thrive on chaos.”

She laughed, the sound light and easy. “It’s part of the job description. Didn’t Chris warn you about that?”

“Oh, he tried,” I said, smirking. “But nothing could’ve prepared me for this circus.”

As we approached the green room, Florence and Lizzie were standing near the entrance, deep in conversation.

The moment they saw us, their eyes widened comically, and they exchanged a look that screamed we need answers.

“Oh no,” Scarlett muttered under her breath, a small smile tugging at her lips.

“Good luck,” I said, giving her a teasing nudge. “Looks like you’re about to get interrogated.”

She rolled her eyes but didn’t deny it. “They’re relentless.”

“Have fun,” I said, my tone light as I nodded toward the group of people further down the hall. “I’m going to find Chris and the rest of the gang.”

“You’re abandoning me?” she asked, feigning betrayal.

“Only temporarily,” I replied with a smirk. “You’ll survive.”

She sighed dramatically but didn’t stop me as I walked away.

𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭’𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

“Alright, spill,” Florence said the second Y/n was out of earshot, grabbing my arm and pulling me toward the corner of the green room.

Lizzie was right behind her, her eyes narrowing as she crossed her arms. “What happened last night? You and Y/n walked in here like you’ve got some kind of secret.”

I opened my mouth to deflect, but Florence wasn’t having it.

“Don’t even try to play coy,” she said, pointing a finger at me. “We saw the looks. The body language. The vibes.”

“The vibes,” I repeated, raising an eyebrow. “Is that your professional analysis?”

“Don’t change the subject,” Lizzie interjected. “Something happened, didn’t it?”

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “You two are worse than paparazzi.”

“Scarlett,” Florence said, her tone half-warning, half-pleading. “Just tell us.”

“Fine,” I said, lowering my voice. “Yes, something happened. But it’s… complicated.”

Lizzie’s eyes lit up. “Complicated how?”

I hesitated, glancing toward the door to make sure no one else was listening. “We… spent the night together.”

Florence’s jaw dropped, and Lizzie let out a quiet, “Oh my God.”

“But it’s not what you think,” I added quickly. “We’re still figuring things out. It’s not like we’ve suddenly got everything solved.”

Florence tilted her head, studying me. “But you like her. Like, really like her.”

“I do,” I admitted, my chest tightening at the confession. “And that’s what scares me.”

“Clearly didn’t scare you enough to say no to that long cucumber did it?” Florence smirked earning a swat on the arm as Lizzie stifled a laugh and my cheeks got warm.

“Why does it scare you?” Lizzie asked, her voice softer now.

“Because I don’t want to mess this up,” I said quietly. “She means too much to me.”

Florence reached out, squeezing my arm gently. “Then don’t mess it up. It’s as simple as that.”

I gave her a wry smile. “Easier said than done.”

“Maybe,” Lizzie said, her expression thoughtful. “But it’s worth it, isn’t it?”

I nodded slowly, the weight of their words settling over me as I looked at Y/n across the room. “Yeah. It is.”

𝐘/𝐍’𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

I found Chris standing with Sebastian and Anthony near one of the backstage entrances, their animated conversation carrying over the noise of the crowd.

“Hey, there she is,” Anthony said, grinning as he spotted me. “Y/n, come settle an argument.”

“Oh no,” I said, holding up my hands. “I’m not getting in the middle of whatever this is.”

“Smart,” Sebastian said, smirking. “But you’re already here, so you might as well pick a side.”

I sighed dramatically. “Fine. What’s the argument?”

“Who’s more iconic,” Anthony began, gesturing between himself and Chris. “Me, or Cap over here?”

“It’s me,” Chris said confidently, crossing his arms. “Obviously.”

“Obviously,” I echoed, shooting him a teasing look. “Wow, modest as ever.”

“Don’t encourage him,” Anthony said, glaring at me playfully. “Come on, Y/n. You’ve got good taste. Who’s the better Avenger?”

I pretended to think about it, tapping my chin. “Well, you’re both great, but… Anthony’s funnier.”

“Ha!” Anthony crowed, pointing at Chris. “Told you!”

Chris groaned, shaking his head. “You’re supposed to be on my side.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” I teased, grinning.

“Unbelievable,” he muttered, but the corners of his mouth twitched like he was trying not to smile.

“You walked into that one, man,” Sebastian said, clapping Chris on the back.

As the banter continued, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Turning, I found Scarlett standing there, her expression unreadable.

“Mind if I steal you for a minute?” she asked.

The guys exchanged looks, but I ignored them, nodding as I followed Scarlett toward a quieter corner of the room.

“What’s up?” I asked, my voice low.

She hesitated, her gaze flickering to the floor before meeting mine. “I just… wanted to check in. See how you’re feeling after last night.”

I smiled softly, the sincerity in her voice easing some of my nerves. “I’m still okay. Are you?”

“Yeah,” she said, her lips curving into a small smile. “Better than okay, actually.”

The warmth in her gaze made my chest tighten, and for a moment, the noise of the room faded into the background.

“Good,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Her hand brushed mine, a fleeting touch that sent a spark of electricity through me. “We’ll talk more later, okay?”

“Okay,” I said, my heart racing as she stepped away, leaving me standing there with a thousand thoughts running through my mind.

. . .

The drive to Chris and Alba’s house was filled with banter, Chris making dramatic proclamations about being the most loved Avenger while I continued to ignore his arguments.

I hit post on Instagram as Chris continued talking to our driver. I smiled to myself looking at the carousel I’d put together.

𝐘/𝐍’𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭

♡ 1.6M likes | 140k comments
Tagged: chrisevans, chrishemsworth, robertdowneyjr, imsebastianstan, anthonymackie, scarlettjohansson, elizabetholsen, florencepugh
ynevans: San Diego was fun and chaotic all at once, practically their personal photographer📸♡

chrisevans: Okay but you had fun so no complaining
→ynevans: shut up Christopher, I’m not complaining 🙄
→ anthonymackie: The siblings are fighting again! Got my money on Y/N 🥊
→ chrisevans: I’ll take the shield back
→ imsebastianstan: Mackie, you’re gonna let him talk to you like that?

elizabetholsen: Aww I made it ♡
→ ynevans: Of course you did, obsessed with you 🙂‍↕️
→ elizabetholsen: Flirting with me openly, dangerous 😏
→ ynevans: Can’t help myself 🥵
     → florencepugh: LMAO this is so much funnier because of who’s sitting next to me right now
       → user1: SPILL THE BEANS
       → user2: She’s definitely talking about Scarlett
       → user3: Oh to be friends with them

alba.baptista: I’m just glad you’re back, I missed you 🥹
→ ynevans: But obviously I was dying without you 🥺😢
→ chrisevans: What about me?
    → alba.baptista: … I love you
    → chrisevans: Wow, more excited to see Y/n, I see how it is 😤
    → florencepugh: I don’t even know why you’re surprised Christopher 💅🏻

scarlettjohansson: These are so cute ♡
→ ynevans: I wonder why🤭
     → user4: WHAT DOES THIS MEAN
     → user5: ARE YOU TWO DATING

dylanobrien: You just love stirring the rumor pot lol
→ annashumatee: she can do as she pleases, also that street pic is cute 😌

robertdowneyjr: Y/n tell your brother to stop looking at me like that 🤨
→ chrishemsworth: You were interrupting our picture
→ robertdowneyjr: Shut up Point Break

user6: ARE YOU DATING SCARLETT

user7: I would hate to be Madelyn rn and seeing these pictures
      → user8: Y/n isn’t beating the cheating rumors
       → user2: She totally cheated, Madelyn is just taking the high road
      → user7: It’s kind of gross to be honest
      → ynevans: It’s kind of gross how you’re speculating about my relationships. Madelyn and I split for our own personal reasons, there was no cheating, no scandal, I still adore her and have love for her. Go find something else to talk about and get your pathetic asses off of my page.
      → madelyncline liked ynevans’s comment.
     → user3: Guess she told y’all lmao
     → user6: MADELYN LIKED HER COMMENT

When we finally arrived, Dylan and Anna were already waiting in the living room, sprawled across the couch with takeout containers scattered on the coffee table.

“Took you long enough,” Dylan said as we walked in, his voice dripping with mock impatience. “I was starting to think you got lost at the airport.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Chris said, waving him off. “Don’t start.”

Anna perked up when she saw me, her eyes lighting with excitement. “Y/n! How was it? Did you survive the Marvel madness?”

“Barely,” I said, flopping down on the couch beside her.

Dylan smirked. “I told you those people are nuts.”

“Not all of them,” I said, my cheeks warming at the thought of Scarlett.

Anna noticed immediately, her eyes narrowing. “Wait a second. What’s that look?”

“What look?” I asked, playing dumb.

“The one you just had,” she said, pointing at me. “Spill. Something happened, didn’t it? She was on your post so—”

Before I could answer, Dylan leaned forward, his face lighting up. “Oh my God, something did happen. Did you and Johansson—”

“Dylan!” I exclaimed, cutting him off as my face turned crimson. Alba looked over, wide eyed as a smile spread on her face.

“What? I’m just asking,” he said, grinning like the cat that got the cream.

Anna gasped, grabbing my arm. “Wait, are you serious? You and Scarlett—”

“It’s not what you think,” I said quickly, my voice high-pitched and defensive.

“Oh, it’s definitely what I think,” Dylan said, leaning back with a satisfied smirk. “You’re blushing, Y/n.”

“Am not,” I muttered, avoiding their eyes.

Anna’s grin widened. “Oh, you so are. What happened? Details, now.”

I hesitated, glancing toward Chris, who was busy grabbing snacks out of his cabinet. “Keep your voices down,” I hissed.

Dylan, Alba, and Anna exchanged a look before leaning in conspiratorially. “Okay, now you have to tell us,” Dylan said.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “Fine. We… kissed.”

Alba let out an excited squeal, clapping her hands. “I knew it!”

“And?” Dylan prompted, waggling his eyebrows. “What else?”

“None of your business,” I said, shooting him a glare.

“Oh, come on,” he said, laughing. “You can’t drop a bomb like that and then leave us hanging.”

“Let’s just say things got… intense,” I said vaguely, my cheeks burning.

Before they could press me further, Chris walked in, holding a mug of coffee. “What’s intense?” he asked casually, glancing between us.

My stomach dropped as Dylan opened his mouth, clearly ready to spill.

“Nothing!” I said quickly, cutting him off.

“Oh, it’s not nothing,” Dylan said, grinning like a madman. “Y/n was just telling us about her night with—”

“Dylan, don’t you dare,” I warned, my voice sharp.

Chris froze, his eyes narrowing as he looked at me. “Her night with who?”

Dylan, being the little devil he was, wiggled his eyebrows dramatically. “Oh, you know, just a certain someone who rhymes with Marlett.”

Chris’s eyes widened in horror as the realization dawned on him. “Oh, no. No, no, no.”

“It’s not what you think,” I said quickly, holding up my hands.

“Lalalala, I can’t hear you!” Chris said loudly, clapping his hands over his ears as he turned and bolted for the stairs.

Anna, Alba, and Dylan burst into laughter, and I buried my face in my hands.

“I hate all of you,” I muttered.

“I think you just scarred my husband,” Alba laughed.

“Shut up, you don’t hate us,” Anna said, grinning. “You’re just mad because we’re right.”

Dylan nudged me playfully. “Hey, at least we know she likes you back.”

“Yeah,” I said softly, a small smile tugging at my lips. “She does.”

For all their teasing, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for their support. Because for the first time in a long time, I felt like things might actually work out.

. . .

𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭’𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

It had been about a week since we’d left San Diego and I really hadn’t had the chance to see Y/n. The soft glow of the candles I’d arranged flickered gently in Y/n’s living room, casting a warm light against the walls.

Chris had been surprisingly helpful—or maybe not so surprising, given how invested he seemed in our relationship.

He’d let me into Y/n’s apartment with a wink and a teasing comment about not breaking his sister’s heart.

“No pressure,” I murmured to myself, adjusting one of the pillows I’d set on the floor.

I stepped back to take in the setup: a cozy picnic laid out on the coffee table with all of Y/n’s favorite foods, a bottle of wine chilling in an ice bucket, and fairy lights strung along the wall for ambiance. It wasn’t extravagant, but it felt right—intimate and thoughtful.

Hearing the jingle of keys outside the door, I quickly positioned myself by the kitchen counter, pretending to be casual even though my heart was pounding.

The door creaked open, and Y/n stepped inside, her expression shifting from tired to utterly confused as she took in the scene.

“Surprise,” I said softly, stepping forward.

Her eyes darted around the room, taking in the candles, the food, the lights. “Scarlett? What’s… what’s all this?”

I shrugged, trying to play it cool despite the nerves bubbling under my skin. “Chris let me in. I thought you could use a quiet night after the press event.”

Her lips parted slightly, and I could see the disbelief—and maybe a touch of awe—in her expression. “You did all this for me?”

I nodded, taking a tentative step closer. “I wanted to do something special. You’ve been on my mind a lot.”

She blinked, her bag sliding from her shoulder to the floor as she stepped further into the room. “Scarlett, this is…” She trailed off, her gaze softening. “This is amazing.”

Relief washed over me, and I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. “I’m glad you like it,” I said, my voice quieter now.

I reached out, my fingers brushing hers as I took her hand. “Come on, sit down. Let’s eat before it gets cold.”

. . .

We sat on the floor surrounded by pillows, the atmosphere easy and light as we shared food and stories.

Y/n looked more relaxed than she had all night, her laughter coming freely as we bantered back and forth.

“Chris practically shoved me in here,” I admitted, twirling my wine glass between my fingers. “He’s ridiculously invested in us, you know.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, grinning. “He’s always trying to play matchmaker for me.”

“Oh, really?” I teased, raising an eyebrow. “And what would you tell him?”

“I’d tell him to mind his business,” she said with a smirk, popping a piece of bread into her mouth.

I chuckled, leaning back against the couch. “And yet, here we are. Guess he had the right idea after all.”

Her eyes flickered to mine, and for a moment, the playfulness faded into something deeper. “Here we are,” she echoed softly.

The silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable, but it carried a weight I couldn’t ignore.

Setting my glass down, I shifted slightly to face her. “Y/n,” I began, my voice steadier than I expected, “I’ve been thinking a lot about us. About what this is. What I want it to be.”

Her brow furrowed slightly, her fingers toying with the hem of her sweater. “And what do you want it to be?”

“I want to do this right,” I said, my words deliberate. “I want to be here for you, in every way that matters. I know I’ve made mistakes, but I’m not that person anymore. I don’t want to run. Not from you.”

She looked at me, her expression a mix of vulnerability and hesitation. “Scarlett… that sounds great, but it’s not that simple.”

“I know it’s not,” I said quickly. “I don’t expect it to be. But I want you to know how serious I am about this. About you.”

Her gaze softened, and I saw the walls she’d built up over the years waver just slightly. “It’s not easy for me to let people in,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “Especially after…”

She didn’t finish, but she didn’t need to. I knew what she meant.

“I don’t want to hurt you again,” I said, my hand reaching out to cover hers. “And I’ll do whatever it takes to prove that.”

Her fingers tightened slightly around mine, and for the first time, I saw a flicker of hope in her eyes.

“You’re getting good at saying the right thing, you know that?” she said, her lips quirking into a small smile.

I leaned in slightly, my voice dropping to a playful whisper. “Comes with the job.”

She laughed softly, the tension in her shoulders easing as her smile widened.

. . .

Later, as the candles burned lower and the music softened, we found ourselves curled up on the couch.

My arm was draped over the back, her head resting against my shoulder. It felt natural, effortless, as if this was exactly where we were meant to be.

“Scarlett,” she said, her voice breaking the comfortable silence.

“Yeah?”

She hesitated for a moment before looking up at me. “Thank you. For tonight. For… everything.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” I said softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I wanted to do this. For you.”

Her eyes held mine, and the air between us shifted again, the tension from earlier returning but in a way that felt… different.

“Y/n,” I murmured, my fingers brushing against her cheek.

Before I could finish, she leaned up, her lips capturing mine in a slow, tender kiss.

It was soft at first, almost hesitant, but as her hands found their way to my waist, the kiss deepened, and all the unspoken emotions between us seemed to pour out in that moment.

Her fingers tightened slightly, pulling me closer as I moved to straddle her lap.

My hands slid up to her shoulders, tracing the curve of her neck before tangling in her hair. The heat between us was undeniable, every touch, every kiss leaving me breathless.

Her hands settled on my waist, her grip firm but tender as she guided me closer.

The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of us, tangled together in the warm glow of the candles.

“I missed this,” she murmured against my lips, her voice barely audible but laced with emotion.

“Me too,” I whispered, my hands sliding beneath the hem of her sweater to rest against her bare skin.

Her breath hitched at the contact, and I couldn’t help but smile, my lips trailing down to her jawline. “You’re incredible, you know that?”

Her laughter was soft, breathless, as her hands moved to the small of my back. “And you’re trouble.”

“Maybe,” I admitted, my voice low. “But you don’t seem to mind.”

She didn’t answer, but the way she pulled me closer spoke volumes.

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