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“Y/N.” His Majesty says.

You feel the edge of his fingertips against the small of your back and you jerk away from his touch.

He takes his hand back. A sorrowful sigh warms your side.

He’s almost curled around your back like an oversized cat, keeping his hands to himself but he’s eager to look at your face.

What he’s trying to see you’re not sure. Your angry expression? The pain in your eyes? The way you do that thing with your mouth when you’re furious?

“My sweet, I’m sorry. Please believe me.” He begs.

Once again, he tries to touch you, this time he places his whole hand on your back.

“Don’t touch me.” You say, nearly breathless. “I’m not ready for touch.”

You make it clear and pull away from him again.

He quickly takes his hand back and raises it a little so that you can see it.

“Okay, darling. Okay. I won’t touch you.” He looks like a big puppy. Large storm blue eyes giving off as much innocence as they can while you seethe.

You glare at him. “Do you have any idea what that felt like?”

He looks down at your hands, balled into fists around the sheets of your bed beside your thighs.

“I can-”

“You can’t.” You shake your head. “You can never know what it feels like to be lesser than. Inadequate. And then find the woman who makes you feel like that in your husband’s bed.”

“My husband?” Steve asks, smirking up at you.

“This is not the time to be making jokes!” You raise your voice, caring not that Peter can hear you.

The other guard switched off with him after all the screaming in the hallway.

Steve cowers. “Right, yes. You’re right. I’m an idiot. I’m sorry. A complete moron.”

You give him your back again, arms crossed over your chest as you let your anger settle.

“Am I a game to you?” You demand, agony slipping through to coat your words with ire.

“What? No. Of course not, my flower!” Steve insists.

He moves around you, sliding off the bed to squat in front of you, his hands find your wrists and you glower.

Quickly he takes his hands back and places them just beside your knees instead.

“I’ve said that I’m sorry so many times, I think the words are beginning to lose their weight.” Steve nods slowly, reading your irritation accurately.

“You’re not wrong.” You bite. “So, why don’t you stop doing things to be sorry for?”

“I’m trying.” He leans forward, nearly putting his forehead against your lap, but he doesn’t lay it down. You can feel the disappointment radiating off him. In himself. “I’m trying so hard to do right by you, but I do everything wrong.”

“Not everything.” You counter. “Your grand gestures, they're lovely but I can do without those.”

“You didn’t like the pavilion?” He worries.

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“So have you thought about my little proposal?”

Daniel’s eyes had to drag up from the floor to meet theirs. Of course he thought about it. He didn’t have any choice. But he knew they were going to be unhappy with his answer. So it clogged up in his throat, keeping him safe for just a moment longer.

They didn’t look amused. Fingers laced together on their desk, they raised a brow at him and said, “Well, Daniel?”

Summary: Your brother, Sebastian Stan, is taking you for a little vacation and internship scouting with him on the set of Captain America: Civil War. On the trip, interesting friendships are made, and Spider-Man doesn’t stay your least favorite superhero.

Characters: the entire Marvel Cinematic Universe cast, Anthony and Joe Russo, Stan Lee, and mentions of the other MCU movie directors

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: thank you to every reader for making it through to the end with me and putting up with my crazy update scheduling. I hope you all enjoyed reading Winter Break as much a I loved creating/sharing it. (:

PART SEVENTEEN

Two years and six months later.

  “I can’t believe this is actually happening.”

“Me neither,” Max says, standing to the side of you while she agrees with Forest. Damon has his arms around your shoulders, chin resting on the top of your head like a limp monkey as you text your brother.

“I haven’t been able to believe it since I got the internship,” you chuckle, glancing up from your phone. Damon groans, having become comfortable, and begrudgingly moves himself away to flop away onto Chris, the high school grad not Evans, curling against the already sleeping boy’s shoulder.

“Where’s Timothy?” Forest asks, looking at you in the mirror.

“You mean Tom?” you correct him.

“Spider-boy,” Forest compromises, and Max rolls her eyes at him.

“He’s with Downey and Chris Pratt,” you tell him, and Forest’s eyes go as wide as saucers.

“Chris Pratt is coming?”

“Deforest, he was in the damn movie,” Max says. “Of course he’s going to be at the premiere.”

“Okay, shut up Maxine,” Forest replies snarkily, and she smacks him in the arm for using her real name.

“Sebastian is wondering if you’re all excited to see Infinity Wars,” you say, and Forest’s jaw drops.

“Of course we’re fucking excited!” he exclaims. “Zoe Saldana is going to be within twenty feet of me the entire night!”

Max gives Forest a look that he doesn’t see, and you laugh. “That’s a yes then.”

There’s knocking on your apartment door, and you stand up, walking away from your seat at the kitchen table to the entrance of your place.

“Hey there, Director,” Chris Hemsworth grins at you, reaching to embrace you.

“Hey Hemsworth,” you reply, smiling, and hear a sharp gasp from behind you.

“Holy shit,” Max whispers, eyes as wide as Forest’s had been moments before.

“Come in,” you say, letting him step into your apartment. You’d become friends with the older man when you’d visited the set of Doctor Strange and Thor Ragnarok earlier on, and had fun adventures pranking your brother and the two other Chrises with Hemsworth between filming and co-working with the Russos, Scott Derrickson, and Taika Waititi on directing each of the up and coming movies. “These are my friends Max, Forest, Damon, and Chris Pavlone.” You gesture to each of your four friends in turn, and Hemsworth chuckles when you point to Chris and Damon.

“Not another Chris,” Hemsworth says, and you shrug your shoulders. “How many is that now?”

“Hemsworth, Pratt, Evans, Pine, and Pavlone,” you count off on your fingers, chuckling. “Too many.”

“Well,” Hemsworth says, checking the watch on his wrist. He’s dressed in a black suit and a silver tie, his still long hair tied up in the back of his head with a few strands hanging loose. “We should get going here soon. The Toms are waiting for us.”

“I thought Holland was with Pratt and Downey,” you reply, raising an eyebrow.

Since the premiere of Captain America: Civil War, you’d comfortably adjusted to calling the Marvel cast members by their last names when there were multiples of them, just in time for Infinity War filming too, where there were at least two Chrises in the same place and two Toms running around somewhere else on set.

“He was, until Sebastian decided to go with Evans and Anthony Mackie and Rudd,” Hemsworth tells you.

You grin, upon hearing your boyfriend had escaped from Pratt and Downey at the last minute, and turn back to your friends. “Ready to go?”

“Hell yeah!” Max responds eagerly, grinning at Hemsworth. She had his autographed Thor: The Dark World poster hanging above her bed back in her dorm room in Michigan, and in addition to that, Tom Hiddleston’s signed copy of the Thor movie. Hiddleston had been a good friend as well on the set of Ragnarok while you shifted back and forth between it and Doctor Strange – when you weren’t pranking him at least.

Forest wakes Damon and Chris, who start at the sight of Hemsworth in front of them, before composing themselves and fixing their hair. You’d gotten the four of them hooked on Marvel during the last few months of your senior year, and had brought Max to the premiere of Guardians of the Galaxy: Volume Two the year before. Since then, they’d become nearly as obsessed as you were about the MCU.

“I wish Jamie could have come,” Chris sighs as you all take the elevator down to the apartment building’s lobby.

“Me too,” you respond truthfully. You’d discovered Jamie was moving to Cuba a few months ago for her association with GreatNonprofits Charity, to help out with things in Haiti. You didn’t really know the details since she didn’t share them, but she hadn’t made any real attempt to reach out to you whenever you tried. Distant as she may have been from you, you still missed her presence occasionally now that it was just the five of you.

“Jamie?” Hemsworth asks as the elevator doors open.

“An old friend,” Max tells him, seeming to have calmed herself down. She’d met a few of the celebrities over the last two, nearly three, years that you’d worked with, but her studies at Michigan State College had prevented her from visiting you more often. You started going to NYU last year in the fall, and had been able to successfully intern with the MCU directors while studying to be a director yourself. It was convenient too, since a few of the premiers and most sets were in New York.

Outside the lobby doors, you can see a long black limo pulled up, and Tom Holland standing in a black suit outside the door.

“Tom,” you grin, and walk ahead of the others. Outside, the air is warm, the summer evening perfect for the premiere later on.

“(Y/N).” He lights up when he sees you, and hugs you tightly, pressing his lips to yours in a way that had become undeniably familiar.

“Hey Tommo,” Max greets him from behind you, and he releases you, hugging your best friend and kissing her cheek before shaking hands with Forest and Chris Pavlone. Tom and Damon didn’t get along like you had wanted them to, and you had reluctantly accepted it, but they both took the high road and gave each other nods of acknowledgment.

“You’re looking more like a man tonight,” Hemsworth teases the younger actor as he gets into the limo.

“And you’re looking less like an Asgardian,” Tom replies, chuckling and placing his hand on your back before you climb into the vehicle after your friends. Inside, Tom Hiddleston gives you the best side hug he can, smiling widely. You can see Max mentally restraining herself from fainting beside the Loki Laufeyson actor.

The drive to the venue is loud and entertaining, and even Damon laughs at a story your boyfriend tells from the filming. This is certainly not your first time at a first viewing of a Marvel movie, but every time you went, you could feel yourself becoming more and more determined to keep doing this for the rest of your life.

The laughter and thrill of it through the night combined with the pride of the crowd would fill you with just drove you further.

When the limo finally slows, and you can hear the shouts and hollers of the fans outside, you take a deep breath and kiss Tom Holland again.

“Ready for it, love?” he asks, minding the fabric of your dress as you pull away from him.

“With Spider-Man at my side? I’m ready for anything,” you joke and he pecks your lips again as it becomes his turn to get out.

His hand reaches for you as screams cry his name, and you clasp it, heart beating fast as cameras flash instantly, seeming right in your face. You move along, behind Max and Forest, who have Damon and Chris Pavlone in front of them, people screaming your name and then your brother’s when his limo pulls up after yours drives away. The Marvel cast is in front and behind you, grins all around and talent all over the red carpet.

“Hey,” Tom says, leaning down to get close to your ear so you can hear him as you approach the place where all of the paparazzi are yelling and taking photos with the sponsor billboard behind the cast. It’s your turn, and you walk with Tom in front of them, smiling and glancing up at him as he taps you again.

“I love you,” he says, and your smile widens, and a blush rushes to your cheeks as the cameras take photos of every moment.

“I love you too,” you respond, and he kisses your forehead, posing with you for the first time since you two had walked up to the wall, before moving you both along.

“Hey Little Stan!” Mackie shouts, moving towards you with his wife not far behind.

“Mackie!” you grin, and hug him tightly before doing the same with his wife.

“I’m so excited for this!” he says, putting his arm around his wife again.

“Come on Anthony,” she speaks up, bidding you and Tom goodbye before tugging her husband towards Scarlett and her husband.

“I feel like there’s more crazy people here than civilized ones,” you say to Tom as you’re spotted by a camera lady and her matching camera man.

“Who are you calling crazy?” Tom chuckles.

You don’t get the chance to reply, because the reporter has reached you and is speaking to you.

“Miss Stan, how does it feel to be attending your sixth MCU movie premiere as a working director’s intern?” the lady asks, putting the mic in your face. You glance at Tom, who squeezes your hand, before talking.

“It feels fantastic,” you say, looking between her and the camera. “I didn’t think I’d ever get to attend one of these as a part of the movie.”

“What about Sebastian? How does it feel to be out of his shadow?”

You raise an eyebrow. “Sebastian doesn’t have a shadow.”

The woman seems to catch your cold tone, because she refocuses onto Tom, who isn’t as friendly as he could have been after her comment. He answers a few questions before your brother is coming towards you, throwing his arms around you.

“Seb,” you grin, and he kisses your temple quickly before flashing a smile at the camera.

“Come on, (your first initial),” he says. “Joe and Anthony want a photo with you.”

You look back at Tom, who nods his head. “I have to find Zendaya and Downey,” he tells you. “I’ll find you before we go in.”

Your older brother takes your hand and guides you through the clumps of the cast back towards the paparazzi infested part of the red carpet where you can see the Russo Brothers laughing with each other.

“Here she is!” Sebastian calls over the loud voices, and you walk up to the brothers, and they put their arms around your waist and shoulders.

They greet you and you stand with them for a few moments, talking about the premiere and who you’ve seen and who you’ve brought along (Forest had hugged Anthony before introducing himself) before they’re walking with you towards the movie theatre entrance.

“Remember to walk up onto the stage,” Joe reminds you as you pass under an air conditioning vent. You nod before venturing away from them, looking over the heads of the famous crowd for Spider-Man.

“Tom?” you call, and Hiddleston turns around. “Not you Tom.”

He pouts, but points towards your boyfriend standing with Zendaya a few feet away.

“(Y/N)!” Zendaya grins, wrapping her arms around you.

“Hey Zen,” you smile in response, before pulling away. “You look gorgeous!”

“So do you!” she compliments. “God, I love that dress.”

“Thank you,” you beam, running your fingers through the fabric before looping your arm through Tom’s. As she walks ahead, you say to Tom, “I have to go up to the front.”

“I know,” he nods, kissing your temple. “I’m so excited. Is it going to be awesome?”

You wink at him. You’d already seen the movie last week when the editing department had finally finished and the Russos had called you to come in after hours, and it was easy to say you’d been blown away by it.

You walk around the Agents of Shield cast, waving at Chloe Bennett and Brett Dalton when they notice you looking at them, and Tom squeezes your hand.

“Are you going to be okay up there?” he asks when you both notice the crowd start to settle and the Russos take the stage.

“Hopefully,” you reply, and he holds your hand until you’re too high for him to touch on the stairs.

You join Anthony and Joe on the stage, heart pounding in your chest as you look out onto the theatre’s visitors. You can pick out your brother in the near middle, and the rest of the Team Cap sitting near him, with Team Iron Man a row or two away (yes, they still take sides). The other MCU movies and TV show attendants are clumped around, easy to pick out when you remember their faces and names.

“Good evening!” Anthony calls out, voice booming from the microphone. There’s a loud reply, and you can’t help but smile. “We’ve been waiting for this night since we heard about getting the opportunity to direct this movie.”

Joe takes the mic from his brother, and smiles at the crowd. “We spent a lot of time and hours editing and adjusting camera angles and the film itself, but it was really the gigantic cast that made it possible in the first place to have anything to make a movie with.”

He passes the mic to you, and your heart beats too fast for you to identify the start and end of a beat.

“We dedicate this movie to the people who helped to make it,” you say, voice evening out as you speak, “and to everyone who didn’t get to be in it, but still was a great part of it. Some of your characters died, and some of them had to live on, and some of you had to stand by and watch it happen. A lot of our characters have had great development, from just a thief or a lawyer or even a homeless person to one of our heroes.”

Anthony takes the mic back from you and prepares to introduce Stan Lee as the crowd applauses your three-way speech.

“We also dedicate this movie to one of the people who made our heroes in the first place – Mister Stan Lee,” Anthony says, swinging his arm out towards the old man.

You get ready to exit the stage, and Tom takes your hand as Stan Lee begins his speech.

“You were amazing,” he says, resting his forehead against yours.

“Thank you,” you grin, trying to catch your breath. He kisses you, soft and decent for the crowd behind you both, and pulls away, smiling. Chadwick Boseman winks at you when you glance around.

“You want to watch a movie?” he jokes, and you chuckle, but nod your head, going along with his joke.

“Sure,” you reply, taking his hand in yours as you walk up the aisle. “Why not?”

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