#chirs evans x oc

[captsstevengrogers]

The Blind Date

Summary: Blind dates are horrible. Right? 

Author’s Note: Happy Birthday, @whiskey-cokenfanfic! I hope you like it! 

She wasn’t sure why she had agreed to this. When her best friend, Maria, had suggested setting her up on a blind date, she had initially laughed it off. That was a week ago. Somehow she ended up sitting in a restaurant waiting for Maria’s neighbor’s brother to show up.

She knew nothing about the blind date other than the fact that he was wearing a blue button down shirt. Something that his brother had apparently forced him to wear claiming blue was his best color. It was all the information that Maria had supplied her with. She had been even less helpful while she was getting ready for the blind date.

“Can I just cancel? I don’t want to deal with people today,” she had asked Maria while getting ready. “Blind dates are just awkward. All first dates are awkward. And while I love you, I don’t trust your taste in men for me,” she added when Maria had laughed lightly.

“It is way too late to cancel, sweetie. And he is exactly what you said you wanted in a guy. He seems amazing,” Maria argued with a small smile, grabbing the shoes they had laid out for the date. “At least that’s what I’ve been told,” she amended quietly.

“You’ve never even met him, Maria,” said sighed, defeated. Going on a blind date with her best friend’s neighbor’s older brother was not exactly her idea of fun on a normal day. Add in the fact that she had had a terrible week at work and was still only a couple months out of a bad breakup and it was last thing that she wanted to be doing.

“I trust Scott. And you should keep an open mind. It won’t be as bad as you think,” Maria suggested with a shrug.

“It won’t be that bad,” she mocked. “It’s always bad. Men are trash and I don’t want to deal with another one.”

“Look, you need to trust me this one time. And I promise, if you need me, I will be only a text away,” Maria compromised as she moved to leave the apartment. “And I probably wouldn’t lead with ‘men are trash’. Save that for the second date,” she added before closing the door behind her.

She had been sitting at the table, reserved under Maria’s name, for ten minutes when she heard him clear his throat. “I’m sorry to keep you waiting. Have you been here long?”

“Not really. I --” she stopped, looking up at her date. “You’re Scott’s brother?”

“That’s me. And you must be Scott’s neighbor’s friend? I’m Chris,” he answered with a smile, taking a seat across from her.

“I know who you are,” she responded with a laugh. “I mean, you are a recognizable person. At least now I know why Maria didn’t mention your name, Chris Evans.”

He just laughed and shook his head. “I think Scott is actually the one to blame for that. It’s not the first time that he’s tried to set me up with somebody. Usually being set up with Captain America scares people off.”

“I can’t imagine why. Unless they were really dedicated to Team iron Man. Or they hate America,” she responded with a laugh of her own. “And I promise I am neither of those things.”

“So not really dedicated to Team Iron Man? Just run of the mill dedication then?”

“I do have a soft spot for Iron Man. Especially now with everything from the last movie. But I have always been on Tam Cap. Even got a Captain America tattoo,” she shrugs. “Which probably explains why Maria and Scott didn’t tell me who you are.”

He looked surprised for a moment before collecting himself. “You have a Captain America tattoo? I think that’s a first for me.”

She smiled before showing him the tattoo on her left arm. A small Captain America shield with the words “No, you move--” written above. “It’s my favorite quote from the comics. I was a little hurt that it was given to somebody not named Steve Rogers in the movie, though.”

“So, you’re a Captain America fan. And clearly you know about me,” he said with a small laugh. “What else should I know about you? Pets? Family? Work?”

“One dog, Zeus. I rescued him a few years ago. Yes, I do have pictures of him if you wanted to see them,” she answered, earning a laugh. “Two siblings, one brother and one sister. Parents are divorced. And I am the Director of Marketing for the Museum of Fine Arts,” she listed off. “Other than that, there’s not much to know. I’m kind of boring, at least according to Maria.”

“I doubt that,” Chris responded seriously. “Everybody has their life outside of work. So what do you enjoy to do that Maria might find boring?”

She thinks for a minute, pondering her answer. “I enjoy watching sports. I go to a lot of hockey games with friends. I used to watch a lot of football but I’m a jinx,” she responded earning a smile. “Every time I watch my team, they lose. I just can’t do it anymore. Couldn’t even watch the Super Bowl because of it.”

“Please don’t tell me you’re a Rams fan,” Chris said with a shake of his head. “That would ruin things.”

“No, not a Rams fan. Big Patriots fan. Mostly by mistake,” she responded with a small laugh. “My dad is a Giants fan. He told me to root for the men in the red, white, and blue when I was three. During a Patriots-Giants game,” she explained, reading his confused expression.

“Now that isn’t boring. Do you watch all Boston sports now or are your other teams in the New York area?”

The conversation continued for hours, flowing easily between the two until long after they both had finished eating dinner and dessert. It was something that she hadn’t expected but was everything that she had secretly wanted the date to be.

It wasn’t until three hours into the date when she had to stifle a yawn that either of them checked the time. “It’s getting late,” Chris started with a frown. “I probably shouldn’t keep you out too much longer, you have work in the morning.”

“I do have work in the morning,” she responded with a frown of her own. “I should head home and should probably respond to Maria’s thousand messages. But I had a really nice time.”

“Don’t act so surprised. I make excellent company when I’m trying to impress my beautiful date,” Chris complimented, hand raised to his chest in mock offense. She couldn’t help but blush and look away. “Hopefully I can see you again soon.”

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It was late the next afternoon when Maria burst her way into her apartment. “I haven’t heard a word from you since I left here before your date. Want to complain to me over dinner?”

“Can’t,” she said with a smile as she bent down to put on her shoes. “I’m going out with Chris again tonight.”

Maria stood there, confused for a moment before breaking into a smile. “What happened to men are trash? Wasn’t that what you said to me a mere 24 hours ago?”

“Maria, I can’t go back to yesterday because I was a different person then,” she said with a smile.