#or the guy just getting up n leaving once seb emerges from the water

[killa-trav]

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[babyboibucky]

Project V: Pierced

Pairing: College!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky convinces you to get matching nipple piercings.

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, mention of oral, piercing pain lmfao, these two being dumbasses as usual

A/N: Maaaaaaaan, seeing Seb with them piercings really hyped me up to write shit lmfao

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“Let’s get matching something.”

Bucky proposed as he lounged on your bed, his notes against his chest. You just got out of the shower, a towel wrapped around your chest with water droplets dripping from your neck down to your cleavage. You saw how Bucky’s eyes followed the droplets until it disappeared into your towel.

“Matching what?” You asked and started applying lotion all over your body.

Bucky’s ears turned red as he watched your hands slide up from your calf up to your thighs, the hem of your towel riding up a bit to expose your skin beneath. You snapped your fingers right in his face and made a face, “My eyes are up here, why the fuck are you so horny all the time?” you complained.

“You’re in a fucking towel and I can literally see your pussy from here. Of course I’m gonna feel horny!” he defended. “Anyway, matching something. What do you think?” Bucky asked again, turning to his side as he watched you continue with your post-shower routine.

You shrugged, “How about bracelets? Rings?” you suggested as you slipped on your underwear.

“Too basic.” Bucky said.

“Matching tats?” you asked and then gasped when an idea struck you. “Get a tattoo of my pussy and I’ll have your dick inked on my butt cheek.”

Bucky deadpanned at you, “Are you for real?” he asked. “Also, I don’t want matching tattoos. It’s too common. And Steve and Sam got matching tattoos. We gotta stand out ‘cause we’re not just regular best friends.” he explained, finally sitting up on your bed.

You were now clad in a loose shirt and skipped on the shorts. Turning around to face Bucky, you placed your hands on your hips. “You’re just jealous that Steve decided to get matching tats with Sam and not you.” you teased and sat down next Bucky on your bed.

Bucky rolled his eyes, “Whatever.” he dismissed and thought about what else the both of you can get.

You were combing your hair when Bucky found himself staring at your tits, noticing your pebbled nipples straining through the thin fabric of your shirt.

And then had a eureka moment.

“Let’s get our nips pierced!”

-

“Can I still back out?” you asked, tugging Bucky’s hand as the both of you entered the tattoo parlor.

You refused to get your nipples pierced, you clearly remembered shooting that idea down as soon as Bucky suggested it. But Bucky, Bucky, Bucky...he had a way with his words and his tongue that made you cry out yes to his suggestion.

Fucking Bucky and his talent at cunnilingus. If that man tried to convince you to help him hide a dead body by eating you out, you would’ve started digging a grave as soon as he was done with you.

He was that good at it.

“Pussy.” Bucky teased.

“Using ‘pussy’ as an insult doesn’t make any sense because this pussy can take a pounding. You should know that better than anyone.” you spat back with a scowl.

Bucky frowned at you, “Okay, fine. I take that back. But no one’s backing out. C’mon, we’d be the coolest BFFs in town with these piercings.” he insisted.

You were about to retort back but was immediately cut off when a guy called both your names, confirming the appointment that was made a week ago. Bucky took your hand and pulled you with him further into the parlor, leaving you with no choice but to give in.

“Alright, so nipple piercings huh?” the guy asked. “Are we gonna do both...or?”

You raised your hand, “What’s the aftercare like?” you went straight to the point.

“Oh well, just don’t touch it for as long as you can. It takes about 6 months to a full year for it to completely heal. Wear a cotton bra or skip on it if possible. Try not to tug at the piercings so when doing the nasty, try not to include the nipples.” he explained so casually.

You turned to Bucky, “When doing the nasty, try not to include the nipples. You sure about this, Buck?” you asked, knowing how much Bucky loved playing with your tits during sex.

Bucky swallowed, “For how long should we avoid the nipple play?” he asked shamelessly.

“Couple of months to a full year.”

“Fuck!” Bucky hissed, ignoring how the piercer burst out laughing at his disappointment.

“So what? We still gonna do this or?” you asked.

Bucky pondered for a couple of seconds before letting out a sigh, “I really want us to be the coolest BFFs out there.”

-

The both of you decided to show off the piercings back at the dorm, wanting it to be a moment of surprise. The Uber ride was quiet for some reason, tension thick in the air.

“You screamed like a bitch back there.” you said, finally breaking the silence.

Bucky looked offended when he snapped his head towards you, “My pain tolerance is low, okay?” he excused. “And it really did hurt. At least I didn’t whimper like a whore.” he said.

It was true though, you did whimper like a whore getting fucked by three dicks all at once. You always thought you tolerated pain pretty well, getting a Brazilian was a regular thing for you and it never made you flinch. Nipple piercings though? Jesus fucking christ, you couldn’t even explain how much it fucking hurt.

You laughed sarcastically at Bucky’s rebuttal, “Better than screaming as if you were being pegged with no prep.”

As soon as you arrived at Bucky’s dorm, he scrambled to lock the door in hopes of Steve not coming home any time soon. He’d already seen you wearing Bucky’s boxers, he doesn’t need to see the both of you showing off your newly pierced nipples at each other.

“Okay. You ready?” Bucky asked as he stood in front of you.

“On three.” you said before starting off the countdown.

As soon as the countdown was over, Bucky reached for his shirt from behind, removing it at the same time you removed yours, followed by the thin bralette you wore underneath.

“Oh my god, we actually did it.” you snorted, looking closely at the ball closure ring that Bucky went for.

“Shit, I didn’t know you got straight barbells on yours.” Bucky asked, his eyes glued on your slightly red nipples. “Fuck, your tits look so good with piercings.” he grunted breathlessly.

You licked your lips and groaned at the confession you were about to make, “Look, I’m gonna be honest. I’m so fucking turned on right now.”

Bucky groaned, “Me too. Jesus, I thought I was gay because I got an erection when the dude pierced my first nipple. I mean, he was pretty handsome too.”

“I’m sure we can fuck but we just have to avoid the nips so just hit me from the back.” you said and quickly shimmied off your pants together with your panties.

Bucky rushed to remove his and went over to his bed, kneeling behind as you positioned yourself on all fours. You got so wet at the thought of Bucky’s nipples having piercings that you didn’t need that much foreplay to get ready. Bucky slid his fingers along your folds, gathering more wetness from your entrance before smearing it.

“Fuck, just get on with it!” you moaned and gripped the bedsheets tightly.

Bucky jerked his cock a couple of times before finally sliding easily into your cunt. He choked on his moan at the feeling of your velvety walls clenching around his hard cock. He had been hard too on the way home, no wonder there was tension in that Uber ride.

“Go fast and hard, I’m not gonna last.” you urged, pushing your ass back to meet Bucky’s thrusts.

Placing a hand on your neck and the other on your waist, Bucky fucked you the way you wanted. Thank goodness you started taking pills because Bucky didn’t have the patience to even put a condom on. He felt like he was going to nut as soon as his eyes landed on your pierced nipples, so perky and still swollen.

“Oh shit, fuck. I’m so fucking horny.” Bucky said, his jaw tensing as he watched your ass bounce every time he slammed back inside of you.

A couple more thrusts and your entire body trembled, a soft moan slipping past your lips when you came hard. Even without being touched, your nipples felt sensitive because of the piercings, the sensation only adding to your pleasure when you reached your orgasm.

“Shit, fuck. I gotta see those tits bounce. I can’t cum without seeing them.” Bucky said and pulled out to gently turn you around.

Now on your back with your legs spread open, Bucky slipped inside and continued to fuck you. His hands gripped the pillow beneath your head for leverage as he jackhammered you onto the bed, your hands finding purchase on his broad shoulders as you felt another orgasm approach you.

You lifted your head up to meet Bucky’s lips in a kiss, moaning into his mouth when you felt the tip of his cock kiss your cervix. Your vision blacked out momentarily when you came for the second time. Just as when you regained your senses, Bucky got lost in his own orgasm that he completely forgot about the piercings. He grabbed your left breast and pinched your nipple, your scream joining his loud moan when he came.

“Fucking hell, Bucky!” you cried out, the pain too much to bear that you also didn’t notice that your hand clawed at Bucky’s right pec with your middle finger getting caught in his piercing, accidentally ripping it out in the process.

“Motherfucker!”

-

“What the hell happened? Are you both okay?!” Steve worriedly asked as soon as he arrived at the ER of a nearby hospital.

Upon getting Bucky’s voicemail about rushing to the hospital, Steve panicked and went there as soon as he could. He had been Bucky’s emergency contact for a long time now and he was used to receiving calls from police stations due to how often Bucky got himself in trouble, especially when drunk. But Bucky calling, sounding like he was in immense pain, telling him that he needed to go to the hospital?

It was the first time it ever happened so it was understandable for Steve to panic like a husband who got a call informing him that his wife was going into labor.

You and Bucky exchanged glances, faces red from embarrassment before nodding.

“We’re good.” you curtly responded, scratching your neck.

“What happened?” Steve asked again, brows furrowing as he looked at you and Bucky alternately.

You nudged Bucky’s ribs with your elbow, widening your eyes at him as you urged him to do the explaining.

“We uh...werippedouteachothersnipplepiercings.” he murmured to himself.

Steve frowned, “I didn’t catch a word that you said.”

“We ripped out each other’s piercings by accident.” you repeated, clearly and slowly this time.

“Did your earlobes get ripped off or what?” Steve asked, taking a closer look at both your ears.

Confusion washed over his face when he noticed that your ear piercings were still intact and that Bucky didn’t even have his ears pierced. Steve straightened up and crossed his arms over his chest, looking at the both of you like a reprimanding father.

“What did the two of you do this time?”

A nurse stepped into the scene and offered Steve a kind smile before turning to you and Bucky, handing over a prescription.

“Make sure to follow the instructions when applying the ointment and both your nipples should heal properly.” she explained before walking out.

“Nipples?!” Steve gasped out.

Bucky sighed but shrugged in response, “At least we’re the coolest BFFs out there with matching nipple piercings.”

-

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[whitewolfmoving]

Boston Burning Part Two

Explosion

Summary: Over breakfast, Nika recounts the events of the fire for Chris; afterwards, he reminds her that she is anything but useless.

Warnings: description of fire emergency, description of fire-related injuries, description of being trapped in a burning building, slight angst, description of non-sexual nakedness

Word Count: 2218

A/N: Chapter two is here! I had so much fun writing this chapter and developing Chris and Nika's relationship. For the sake of this part of the series, Chris and Nika's dynamic is just as important as Sebastian and Nika's dynamic. Happy reading!

Waking up in Boston the next morning was a breath of fresh air for Nika. While she couldn't get her mind off of the fact that she was out of work until her body healed, she had accepted the fact that she was pretty much on a paid vacation. And Chris had upgraded from his small studio apartment in downtown Boston to a fully furnished three-bedroom condo close to the firehouse since her last visit, so at least she wasn't putting him out.

It'd been days since she last talked to her brother, and Nika was more than content to continue her stay in Boston without his hovering. They had always been close, but Sebastian could be a bit overbearing at times, which was the last thing she needed right now. She wouldn't feel guilty for not checking in with him — she was a big girl,  she didn't have anything to feel guilty for...

The scent of fresh waffles wafted through the air, finally pulling Nika out of bed. She stretched, grabbed her hearing aids from the nightstand next to her bed and shoved them in the pocket of her pajama pants. No use putting them in before she was ready, sounds of the early morning were a little too  overwhelming for her and Chris knew sign anyway.

"Hey, there she is! Morning, Honeybee," Chris exclaimed once Nika had made her way downstairs. He pointed to his ear when she sat at the island across from him, she shook her head. He gave her a knowing smile. "I wondered when breakfast would get you out of bed."

"Not just any breakfast… I only get out of bed this early for your waffles." Nika laughed, stealing a strip of crispy bacon from the platter.

"How are you feeling? Sleep okay?" Leave it to Chris to make sure she was as comfortable as possible with her arm in a sling and bandages inhibiting movement even if it weren't.

She shrugged. "Slept okay for the most part, your guest bed is really comfortable. My wrist is sore but manageable, my shoulder and chest hurt more than I care to say."

Chris frowned. Nika was always an unstoppable, immovable force to be reckoned with; for her to admit to being in pain, even a little bit, things had to be worse than she'd originally let on. He took the last waffle off of the iron and set it on the platter with the others, then nodded to the dining table. "Go sit. I'll bring juice and your meds. Let's eat, then we'll see about relieving some of the discomfort on your chest and shoulder, okay?"

Nika had to hand it to him, Chris's hovering was much different than Sebastian's. Her brother often forgot that she was a grown woman who could take care of herself, that she didn't need him constantly looking out for her every second of the day like he had when they were kids. But Chris opted for a more hands off approach to everything — unless she outright stated that she needed help, he let her do her own thing for the most part. Coming to Boston was definitely the right choice.

As they sat down at the table, Nika slipped both hearing aids in and turned them on, setting the volume lower than usual since it would just be her and Chris. She took a deep breath and sighed, adjusting first thing was always the worst part. Once the ringing in her ears died down to where it was bearable, she smiled up at him.

"Why do you always make waffles and bacon my first day here?" she asked, dragging a strip of bacon through the syrup on her plate and plopping it in her mouth.

"Why do you always defile my prize-winning bacon like that?" Chris countered, scrunching his nose up in mock disgust.

"Because you make that face right there," she said, giggling around a mouthful of warm waffles.

"Because you smile that smile right there," he replied sincerely.

They'd had that conversation a billion and one times before, and each time their answers were the same.

They sat in silence for a few moments before Chris waved to get her attention. The distant look in her eyes told him that she'd been somewhere else, and he could already guess where. He poured a glass of orange juice and handed it over to her along with the medication she needed to take that morning.

"Do you wanna tell me about it?"

"Would you believe me if I said I don't?"

"Nope. You forget I know you just as well as Seb does. So, come on, out with it."

Nika exhaled deeply. "Dispatch routed Squad, Truck, and Engine to a four-story house fire on Main. By the time we got there, you just knew we only had enough time to get everyone out before the flash. Mackie and Nova went to vent the back and clear downstairs, I went up to the top. The main floor was clear, the second floor had two. Mackie got them out and I kept going to the third floor, it was also clear. Finally reached the top floor and called out, the smoke is so thick by this point that I can't see not two feet in front of me."

"Why didn't you wait for Mack or Seb?" Chris asked. He could tell where the story was headed before Nika had even started speaking again; a burning desire to kick the ass of whoever had done this to her welled up in his veins, but he held it at bay so she could finish.

"Sebastian was off for the night. We had to clear the building before the ceiling came down, Chris. What else was I supposed to do?" She wished he wouldn't look at her like that. She swallowed past the lump in her throat and continued. "I cleared the front bedrooms, the nursery, the bathroom. I kept calling out but no one responded. I made it all the way down the hall, the heat was unbearable, the smoke was dark and bitter. I could see just enough, and I only had one more room to clear when Chief Jackson made the call to evacuate, saying it was gonna come down. You don't have to tell me twice, you know? Me and Bas have been in enough flashovers to know when to get the hell out of Dodge.

I turned to leave, head back the way I came when the door to my left burst open. A body landed on top of me out of nowhere. He just kept shouting at me, saying someone had to pay for ruining his plan and that it was my lucky day. I kept trying to get him off of me but he wouldn't budge, he just kept looking up at the burning ceiling and counting down. He grabbed my helmet, my mask… I couldn't breathe, I couldn't call for help."

Chris reached across the table and took Nika's hand in his, giving her an encouraging squeeze. There was so much he wanted to say, but the words wouldn't come.

"The only thing I remember before waking up in the hospital is the whole thing coming down on top of me. I blinked and the guy wasn't there anymore; it was just me, alone, under piles of burning debris. I could feel the flames eating through my gear, burning away my skin. And I couldn't do anything except lay there helpless. Just before I blacked out I heard Bas calling me."

"What did he say?"

"What he always says whenever I'm too far away, Întoarce-te la mine, Micuță. And then I woke up in the hospital with a broken wrist and second-degree burns on my shoulder and across half of my chest. If anything else happened between the house coming down and me waking up in the hospital, I don't know."

Chris's fingers opened and closed around Nika's. He didn't have the words to express the mix of emotions running through his body, all he knew was that he wanted to get his hands on the man from the fire and make sure he didn't get to walk away again. He blew out a long breath and looked across the table at her.

"You can stay here for as long as you need to," he offered.

Nika stood, awkwardly clearing the empty plates from the table with one hand. "Thanks. But I don't know how to do this. I'm a firefighter, I don't know how to just be a regular person. Right now, I'm completely useless."

Chris couldn't believe what he was hearing. The pain etched on her face and laced in her voice was unbearable. He wanted nothing more than to take it away, and give her back that sense of purpose she always found in her career, but how could he? Until she'd fully healed, there was nothing anyone could really do. He couldn't imagine the thoughts going through her head.

He took the plates from her hand and set them in the sink, then led her from the kitchen to the bathroom. He may not have been able to change what happened, but he could help her relax.

"What are you doing?" Exhaustion settled deep within Nika's bones. It'd been the first time she'd told anyone what all she remembered from the fire, and she couldn't help feeling like she had screwed up somehow. Why else would someone have been able to get the jump on her so easily? Why else would she have gone down without a fight?

Chris stepped up behind her, positioned her in front of the mirror, and gently pulled her hearing aids from her ears. When she protested, he held his hands up signaling her to wait.

"The woman standing in front of me is far from useless." He grabbed the hem of the t-shirt she'd worn to bed, gently lifted it over her head and carefully pulled it from her injured arm. The unsightly bandages stuck out on her chest like a sore thumb, and he watched as she wrinkled her nose at her reflection in the mirror.

He slowly pulled the bandages away, the skin underneath was raw and bruised. She stood before him half-naked, a look of annoyance clouding her amber eyes.

Chris gently washed over the back of her shoulder and across the right side of her chest with warm water, careful not to agitate the wound too much. Nika's skin was warm to the touch, he often said it was because she had fire in her veins. He looked at her in the mirror as he rinsed the soap from her chest. "She's strong, she's courageous, she's stubborn, she's wild, she's a total badass."

Nika snorted, rolling her eyes. The burn would leave behind scarring along her collarbone, breast, and shoulder blade. Nothing about her currently seemed anything like what Chris had described. "Don't be stupid, Evans."

"I'm serious." Chris used a clean piece of gauze to pat the area on her chest and shoulder dry before bandaging it up again. He moved her hair off to the side and kissed the top of her head. "I see the woman who survived a freak accident, I see my best friend. She may be a little broken, a little bruised, a little scarred. But you are anything but useless, Nik. And you'll get through this."

"Being a firefighter is all I am, it's all I have," she explained sadly. She put her hearing aids back in and followed Chris from the bathroom.

"Somehow I don't think that's right, Nik. That's not all you are."

"And how would you know? You've never done anything else a day in your life either, Chris! You live and breathe being a firefighter just as much as I do."

"Maybe. But you're also my best friend, you're Sebastian's annoying kid sister. And you're a great chef, for one. You have other things you like to do in your down time. It's not the end of the world."

"Those are hobbies. Firefighting is my life. Without it, I'm nothing."

"You're talking as if you've already been told not to go back."

"We both know Bas won't want me to go back. The call was too close."

Chris sighed and pulled Nika into a hug. He didn't have the answer this time, but he wouldn't leave her to figure it out on her own.

Nika thanked whatever god was listening that she'd cried out all of her tears in the hospital bed. And maybe Chris was right. Just because she couldn't work right now didn't mean she wouldn't ever work again. And maybe the time off would do her some good, give her a chance to see what else was out there beyond the fast-pace of firefighting.

But when she thought of what the future had to offer her outside of the firehouse, that scared her more than rushing into burning buildings did. Firefighting lived in Nika's veins.

"Hey," Chris stepped back so he could look her in the eyes. He brushed a stray strand of hair from her forehead and smiled. "Whatever happens back home, you know you always have a place here at 64."

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Boston Boys [Part Nine]

Summary:  John helps Aurelie track Chris down.  Pairing: Chris Evans x OFC, John Krasinski x OFC Word Count: 1660 Chapter Warnings: Gun violence, gunshot wound, angst.  Square Filled: The entire series (well, bits and pieces of it) will fill my Crossover square for @marvelfluffbingo​​. A/N: This story contains a character who lost her hearing as she got older. I do work closely and regularly with the D/deaf community (I’m a sign language interpreter), but my own hearing problems do not involve significant hearing loss. It is not my intention to offend anyone, only to bring in a character with a quality I don’t see often in other fics. If you have questions about her, feel free to ask :)

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By lunchtime, Aurelie still hadn’t slept. Chris’s phone was going straight to voicemail now, and a casual drive by the shop told her he hadn’t shown up to work yet. Her other step-siblings were there; Scotty wouldn’t have minded her stopping in but Shanna and Carly certainly would have been less than welcoming. She was set to meet John at his bar for lunch, so she picked up a couple sandwiches from the corner deli and snuck in the back.

“Hey, you,” John greeted with a smile, leaning over the desk to kiss her.

Aurelie couldn’t manage more than a small smile in return. She gave him his sandwich before tearing into hers. She checked her phone often and no matter what conversation John tried to start, her answers were quick and short before they fell back into silence.

“Everything okay?” he finally asked.

Aurelie set down her sandwich and ran a hand through her hair. “I’m sorry, I know I’m distracted. Not a great lunch date.”

John shrugged. “It’s all right. Wanna tell me about it?”

She chewed on her lip, deciding how much she should include him in things like this. She was pretty sure she trusted him, but that didn’t mean the rift between the two families went away.

John reached across the desk to hook a finger under her chin and direct her eyes to his. “It’s just me, Aurelie. Let me help you. Whatever it is, let me help you.”

With a ceding nod, she licked her lips. “Seb came into the trauma room last night - he was shot twice. Random bar parking lot altercation, of all things. Anyway, I texted Chris as soon as Seb headed to surgery, he never texted back. I haven’t heard from him at all, and he hasn’t been up to see Seb.”

“Maybe he’s staying away to keep heat off the situation.”

Aurelie shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. PD is always suspicious of my family, but not enough that Chris would stay away from something like this. I’m sure the same for you. And … there’s more.” She leaned back in the chair. “He went to see RDJ yesterday, and that was the last time anyone heard from him.”

John leaned back in his chair, too, rubbing his hand over his chin. “Nothing?”

Aurelie shook her head. “And now his phone is going directly to voicemail. I’m not going to lie to you, Johnny -- it’s taking everything in me not to march into Downey’s office right now and demand to know where my brother is.”

“No, don’t do that,” John pleaded. “Listen -- I’ll put some of my guys on it, all right? I’m sure he’s fine. Robert needs him too much to take Chris out.”

Aurelie’s eyes watered at the thought, but she only nodded. While John made the necessary calls, she cleaned up her part of their lunch mess, leaving his sandwich out for him to finish. Her appetite was gone.

John sat back down to finish his sandwich after the calls were made, watching her as though she might explode at any moment. She shook her head.

“I know you think I’m crazy. I know how you feel about my brother. You have to understand -- Chris is the one thing, the one person I have to rely on. When my hearing really started to go, he was the only person in my family who learned to sign. I communicated through him, pretty much solely, after my cochlear surgery. I’m fine on my own, but I don’t know how to be in a world where my brother doesn’t exist anymore.”

“Chris is fine, he’s gonna be fine,” John assured, taking her hand in his. “Nevermind me and your brother -- that’s a whole other thing. Finding him is important to you, and I’m gonna help you do it. All right?”

Aurelie ran a hand through her hair and nodded. “Yeah, all right.”

A full twenty-four hours after he arrived, Chris finally forced himself to leave Elsa’s apartment. She had called off from work for the day, and he had been perfectly content to waste the day with her. They spent hours in bed, cooked together, watched movies together. Checking his phone didn’t occur to him even once when he was with Elsa, and he cursed himself when he realized the device had gone dead.

He stopped at the gas station to fill up his truck and grab a pack of cigarettes. He invested in a car charger so he could catch up on any messages he missed, but he wasn’t prepared for the onslaught of notifications when the phone had enough battery to power back up. Before he pulled away from the pump, he read through all of the text messages. There was no point in listening to his voicemail, he knew what was going to be there.

He peeled out of the gas station lot and headed straight for the hospital. He couldn’t believe that Seb had been near death and he hadn’t been there. Visiting hours were already done for the day -- or not started yet, depending on how you wanted to look at things -- but he could always finagle a way to get what he wanted. If nothing else, Chris decided, he would grovel to Aurelie and see if she could get him in to see Seb.

His sister was already waiting for him at the entrance between the parking garage and the hospital. Chris knew that look on her face; he was really in for it.

“How’d you know I was gonna be here?” he inquired, signing since he was coming from a distance.

“Fuck you, first of all,” Aurelie began, signing right back but moving her hands with fury. “Do you know how long we’ve been trying to get a hold of you? Do you know how fucking worried I was?”

“I’m fine, Aur--”

She pushed him back, hard. “Do not give me that ‘I’m fine’ shit. The last anyone heard from you, you were going to see RDJ, and then you fell off the face of the earth. And where were you? Hanging out with your little girlfriend. Are you fucking kidding me?”

Chris held out a hand in a feeble attempt to calm her down. “How do you know where I was?”

Aurelie shook her head and put her hands in her pockets. Signing was something she had always shared with Chris, and she didn’t want a part of it right now. “I can’t believe you. I really can’t. She must be something really special.” With a sigh, she motioned into the hospital. “Seb is in SICU. I’ve got you on the visitor list, and Scar is gone for the night. You should be fine to go up and see him. He’s awake. He’s been asking for you.”

Well, that pierced him to the bone. Not to mention the fact that Aurelie was fighting tears. She never cried, in front of anyone. He had really let her down this time -- something he had promised time and time again he would never do. He reached out to pull her into a hug, but she stepped away. Knowing it was best to leave well enough alone for the moment, Chris walked through the automatic doors and made way for Seb’s hospital room.

Chris had stayed late the night before, into the wee hours of the morning, which made Elsa exhausted. She considered calling off another day, but she didn’t want to waste a personal day. She was going to be running on coffee and fumes until the bank closed at five.

“I’m running late, what’s up?” she answered her ringing phone on her way out to her car.

“Hey, it’s me.”

Chris’s voice was tired and something else. Sad, maybe? “Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s gonna be fine.” He blew out a deep breath. “Next time I’m there, remind me to keep my phone charged. I missed a bunch of calls and messages, and a big family emergency. My brother -- ah, fuck. My brother was shot. He’s gonna be all right, but that wasn’t so sure in the beginning. I let him down, I let Aurelie down. I seem to be doing that a lot lately.”

The tone in Chris’s voice told Elsa that this man who had taken her by complete surprise was losing that confidence that had seemed to ooze out of him when they had met. She dropped her things in the car, started the engine, and then stopped.

“You’re not letting her down. She loves you -- you’ve told me before how close you two are. How were you supposed to know something was gonna go wrong? Chris, you do everything for them and you took a day off. What’s really so bad about that? Take some deep breaths. Seb is going to be fine, the situation was handled. You can’t blame yourself for everything. You can’t take on all of the responsibility.”

He didn’t answer right away, but Elsa knew he was there -- she could hear him breathing. She said nothing, just gave him the time he needed to process what she had said.

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry to call you now, I know you’re trying to get to work.”

“Hey, don’t apologize. You’re there for me, I’m there for you. Whatever this is, that’s how it works. Okay?”

“Okay.” He let out another breath. “Maybe sometime we can discuss what this is, where we see it going.”

He sounded optimistic now. “Yeah, I would really like that. You gonna be all right?”

“You kidding me,” Chris scoffed, “I’m the shit, babe.”

Elsa laughed. “All right, good deal. I’m gonna get to work, but I’ll check in with you later.”

“Thanks, Elsa.”

“Anytime.”

She disconnected the phone and put the car in reverse to get out of her parking spot. Despite the somewhat tense nature of their phone call, Elsa couldn’t get her smile to stop.

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Boston Boys [Part Nine]

Summary:  John helps Aurelie track Chris down. Pairing: Chris Evans x OFC, John Krasinski x OFC Word Count: 1660 Chapter Warnings: Gun violence, gunshot wound, angst. Square Filled: The entire series (well, bits and pieces of it) will fill my Crossover square for @marvelfluffbingo​​. A/N: This story contains a character who lost her hearing as she got older. I do work closely and regularly with the D/deaf community (I’m a sign language interpreter), but my own hearing problems do not involve significant hearing loss. It is not my intention to offend anyone, only to bring in a character with a quality I don’t see often in other fics. If you have questions about her, feel free to ask :)

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By lunchtime, Aurelie still hadn’t slept. Chris’s phone was going straight to voicemail now, and a casual drive by the shop told her he hadn’t shown up to work yet. Her other step-siblings were there; Scotty wouldn’t have minded her stopping in but Shanna and Carly certainly would have been less than welcoming. She was set to meet John at his bar for lunch, so she picked up a couple sandwiches from the corner deli and snuck in the back.

“Hey, you,” John greeted with a smile, leaning over the desk to kiss her.

Aurelie couldn’t manage more than a small smile in return. She gave him his sandwich before tearing into hers. She checked her phone often and no matter what conversation John tried to start, her answers were quick and short before they fell back into silence.

“Everything okay?” he finally asked.

Aurelie set down her sandwich and ran a hand through her hair. “I’m sorry, I know I’m distracted. Not a great lunch date.”

John shrugged. “It’s all right. Wanna tell me about it?”

She chewed on her lip, deciding how much she should include him in things like this. She was pretty sure she trusted him, but that didn’t mean the rift between the two families went away.

John reached across the desk to hook a finger under her chin and direct her eyes to his. “It’s just me, Aurelie. Let me help you. Whatever it is, let me help you.”

With a ceding nod, she licked her lips. “Seb came into the trauma room last night - he was shot twice. Random bar parking lot altercation, of all things. Anyway, I texted Chris as soon as Seb headed to surgery, he never texted back. I haven’t heard from him at all, and he hasn’t been up to see Seb.”

“Maybe he’s staying away to keep heat off the situation.”

Aurelie shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. PD is always suspicious of my family, but not enough that Chris would stay away from something like this. I’m sure the same for you. And … there’s more.” She leaned back in the chair. “He went to see RDJ yesterday, and that was the last time anyone heard from him.”

John leaned back in his chair, too, rubbing his hand over his chin. “Nothing?”

Aurelie shook her head. “And now his phone is going directly to voicemail. I’m not going to lie to you, Johnny -- it’s taking everything in me not to march into Downey’s office right now and demand to know where my brother is.”

“No, don’t do that,” John pleaded. “Listen -- I’ll put some of my guys on it, all right? I’m sure he’s fine. Robert needs him too much to take Chris out.”

Aurelie’s eyes watered at the thought, but she only nodded. While John made the necessary calls, she cleaned up her part of their lunch mess, leaving his sandwich out for him to finish. Her appetite was gone.

John sat back down to finish his sandwich after the calls were made, watching her as though she might explode at any moment. She shook her head.

“I know you think I’m crazy. I know how you feel about my brother. You have to understand -- Chris is the one thing, the one person I have to rely on. When my hearing really started to go, he was the only person in my family who learned to sign. I communicated through him, pretty much solely, after my cochlear surgery. I’m fine on my own, but I don’t know how to be in a world where my brother doesn’t exist anymore.”

“Chris is fine, he’s gonna be fine,” John assured, taking her hand in his. “Nevermind me and your brother -- that’s a whole other thing. Finding him is important to you, and I’m gonna help you do it. All right?”

Aurelie ran a hand through her hair and nodded. “Yeah, all right.”

A full twenty-four hours after he arrived, Chris finally forced himself to leave Elsa’s apartment. She had called off from work for the day, and he had been perfectly content to waste the day with her. They spent hours in bed, cooked together, watched movies together. Checking his phone didn’t occur to him even once when he was with Elsa, and he cursed himself when he realized the device had gone dead.

He stopped at the gas station to fill up his truck and grab a pack of cigarettes. He invested in a car charger so he could catch up on any messages he missed, but he wasn’t prepared for the onslaught of notifications when the phone had enough battery to power back up. Before he pulled away from the pump, he read through all of the text messages. There was no point in listening to his voicemail, he knew what was going to be there.

He peeled out of the gas station lot and headed straight for the hospital. He couldn’t believe that Seb had been near death and he hadn’t been there. Visiting hours were already done for the day -- or not started yet, depending on how you wanted to look at things -- but he could always finagle a way to get what he wanted. If nothing else, Chris decided, he would grovel to Aurelie and see if she could get him in to see Seb.

His sister was already waiting for him at the entrance between the parking garage and the hospital. Chris knew that look on her face; he was really in for it.

“How’d you know I was gonna be here?” he inquired, signing since he was coming from a distance.

“Fuck you, first of all,” Aurelie began, signing right back but moving her hands with fury. “Do you know how long we’ve been trying to get a hold of you? Do you know how fucking worried I was?”

“I’m fine, Aur--”

She pushed him back, hard. “Do not give me that ‘I’m fine’ shit. The last anyone heard from you, you were going to see RDJ, and then you fell off the face of the earth. And where were you? Hanging out with your little girlfriend. Are you fucking kidding me?”

Chris held out a hand in a feeble attempt to calm her down. “How do you know where I was?”

Aurelie shook her head and put her hands in her pockets. Signing was something she had always shared with Chris, and she didn’t want a part of it right now. “I can’t believe you. I really can’t. She must be something really special.” With a sigh, she motioned into the hospital. “Seb is in SICU. I’ve got you on the visitor list, and Scar is gone for the night. You should be fine to go up and see him. He’s awake. He’s been asking for you.”

Well, that pierced him to the bone. Not to mention the fact that Aurelie was fighting tears. She never cried, in front of anyone. He had really let her down this time -- something he had promised time and time again he would never do. He reached out to pull her into a hug, but she stepped away. Knowing it was best to leave well enough alone for the moment, Chris walked through the automatic doors and made way for Seb’s hospital room.

Chris had stayed late the night before, into the wee hours of the morning, which made Elsa exhausted. She considered calling off another day, but she didn’t want to waste a personal day. She was going to be running on coffee and fumes until the bank closed at five.

“I’m running late, what’s up?” she answered her ringing phone on her way out to her car.

“Hey, it’s me.”

Chris’s voice was tired and something else. Sad, maybe? “Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s gonna be fine.” He blew out a deep breath. “Next time I’m there, remind me to keep my phone charged. I missed a bunch of calls and messages, and a big family emergency. My brother -- ah, fuck. My brother was shot. He’s gonna be all right, but that wasn’t so sure in the beginning. I let him down, I let Aurelie down. I seem to be doing that a lot lately.”

The tone in Chris’s voice told Elsa that this man who had taken her by complete surprise was losing that confidence that had seemed to ooze out of him when they had met. She dropped her things in the car, started the engine, and then stopped.

“You’re not letting her down. She loves you -- you’ve told me before how close you two are. How were you supposed to know something was gonna go wrong? Chris, you do everything for them and you took a day off. What’s really so bad about that? Take some deep breaths. Seb is going to be fine, the situation was handled. You can’t blame yourself for everything. You can’t take on all of the responsibility.”

He didn’t answer right away, but Elsa knew he was there -- she could hear him breathing. She said nothing, just gave him the time he needed to process what she had said.

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry to call you now, I know you’re trying to get to work.”

“Hey, don’t apologize. You’re there for me, I’m there for you. Whatever this is, that’s how it works. Okay?”

“Okay.” He let out another breath. “Maybe sometime we can discuss what this is, where we see it going.”

He sounded optimistic now. “Yeah, I would really like that. You gonna be all right?”

“You kidding me,” Chris scoffed, “I’m the shit, babe.”

Elsa laughed. “All right, good deal. I’m gonna get to work, but I’ll check in with you later.”

“Thanks, Elsa.”

“Anytime.”

She disconnected the phone and put the car in reverse to get out of her parking spot. Despite the somewhat tense nature of their phone call, Elsa couldn’t get her smile to stop.

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