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Chapter One
You put your hand in your bag to grab your phone out as you felt it vibrate. You feel a little flutter in your stomach as it is not in the spot you believed it to be. You turn your coffee cup outwards so to not to spill it on yourself and continue to walk as your eyes are in your bag to look for your phone. Then you feel it – like you stepped into a semi-soft brick wall.
“Holy fucking shit,” You let out rather loudly before you realized you said it as it seems like the man came out of nowhere. “Oh my god, I am so sorry,” You say to the man in the hat and sunglasses partly for bumping into him (but hey, he felt so good to bump into, he was so nice and tall compared to your short stature) and mostly for cursing like a sailor.
“You know, Captain America would probably not like the language coming out of your mouth.” He responds; you could hear the smirk on his face. A small and quite huh escapes from your mouth, forgetting you are wearing a shirt that has a circle; half of Captain America’s shield, half Bucky’s arm.
You let out a little giggle at the language reference and check your coffee cup noticing you had hardly any spillage. And, your phone, you finally found it! “You’re right, he probably wouldn’t. I’m such a bad ass. Pretty sure Bucky would get a good laugh, though.” You look up and finally have a good look at the tall, strong stranger you bumped into. It was him. Sebastian Stan, your Romanian God. You bite your lip, not wanting to be awkward and fangirl on him in lower Manhattan. You barely whisper, almost in prayer, “Oh…Oh my.” He hears you, regardless of the quiet tone.
He raises an eyebrow and smiles, knowing you realize it was him. “I’m guessing you’re a fan?”
“Of course,” You blush, and lower your eyes and bat your lashes. He loved how you could blush and get quiet, despite the first three words he heard come out of your mouth. Sebastian was intrigued to say the least and pondered asking you for your number, but did not want to do it outright. He asks your name and you give it willingly. He notices your phone in your hand and devised a plan to possibly get the number.
“Want to take a picture?” You both ask at the same time. You both laugh. “Sure,” Again at the same time. You open your phone to get to the camera. You notice the text from one of your friends reporting that they’d be about 15 minutes late. You set a reminder in your head to give them big hugs for texting you at the right time, for if they had not, you may not have bumped into Sebastian.
“You know full well this going on Instagram, right?” you smile bashfully. Sebastian laughs genuinely. God, you want to bottle up his laughter and save it for a sad day, you think.
“I’d be disappointed if it wasn’t,” he responds to you with a smile and a glimmer in his eye.
“Mind if I tag you in the picture?” You ask with a sly smile.
“Does that tag come with your number?” He asked, kicking himself mentally for a somewhat cheesy line.
“Mr. Stan, you are a smooth man.” You flirt right back. You try getting a good angle with your phone to get both you and him in the picture, but Sebastian is about a foot taller than you and this proves to be an issue.
“Need help there, little lady?” he notices your difficulty with your role as photographer.
“To answer both of your questions at one time; yes.” You hand your phone to him. He pulls you into him, not into a full hug, but a little more intimate than just a side hug. He snaps a couple of pictures of you together when he gets a good angle of you both. All you could think of was how warm and kind he appeared in interviews or with other fans and how true it seemed of him in person. You think, even if you do give him your number and he doesn’t ever call or text, you have a kick ass story to tell friends about that one time you met Sebastian Stan. After he takes them, he gives you a tight squeeze and hands back your phone.
You rattle off your number as he inputs into his phone. He presses send in order for you to have his. You are kind of surprised; you thought he would have a private line. You contemplate saving him as Romanian God, but you settle on Seb.
“I better go, I have plans to meet up with some friends.” You tell him, as you notice the time. You smile up at him and he smiles in return. He had just made your day, damn, probably more like year.
“Bye.” You both say to each other.