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Her Friend Dodger

by Yinx1

Chris Evans x Black plus size reader. Reader is in her mid 30s, Chris late 30s.

Chapter Warning: OOC/AU, Fluff, Angst, Language, Lemons Galore ⛔️ TRIGGER WARNING: Physical and Verbal Abuse of spouse and children! 18+ readers only please. You do not have to read if you do not want to. ⛔️

Author’s Note: This is written and loosely edited on my phone. I own my mistakes. Not beta read. Please do not copy or repost my work. Gifs and photos are not mine.

Catch Up: HERE

Synopsis: The more you know. (Italic conversations are in Yoruba.)

Word Count: 10k+

Chapter Seventeen 🫥

♡︎。✧.・゜Waiting Room Regulars゜❤︎・.✧。.・

Chris looked at his phone with a worried expression on his face as he sat in the makeup trailer. He grimaced watching the three blinking ellipses on your part as he asked you for the daily update.

You had been consistent with the daily updates and either a morning and nighttime daily call. But this past week in a half had gone by without any daily calls. And when he left a message you would text back an hour or so later with the answers to the questions he had left on the voicemail. It was past concerning now getting to the level of frustration.

Something was wrong.

He unknowingly blew out a frustrating sigh. His co-star, Jamie Lee-Curtis glanced over at him from her own phone.

“What’s wrong, son,” she smirked getting into her character.

Chris shook his head, silently cursing himself for airing his grievances publicly. “Nothing, it’s nothing.” He said quietly slowly tearing his eyes away from the mobile screen. He smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes.

Jamie glanced at the privacy screen on her on-screen son’s phone. “Girl troubles?” She said knowingly looking back into Chris’s eyes.

Chris pressed his lips into a thin line, he questioned if he should mention you to her. “Something like that,” he mumbled keeping your situation close to his chest. “Sorry if I was bothering you.”

Waving off the apology, Jamie reached over patting his arm. “If you need a few minutes,” she nodded to his phone, “I can hold off Rian for a while.”

Looking at his phone then back at her, Chris smiled appreciatively before exiting the trailer.

His mother picked up two minutes later. Chris told her all he knew, of your situation which wasn’t long, then waited for a response.

Linda gazed at the beyond worried expression on her eldest son’s face. He wouldn’t be satisfied until he saw you in the flesh. “Is there a way you can take a couple days off to go see her?” She asked gently.

Chris rubbed the back of his neck anxiously, he had never asked for a break during filming. He didn’t know if it was something one could ask for.

“You can say its is a family emergency, since she is your wife and her mother is in the hospital.”

Chris grimaced, and began chewing on the inside of his cheek.

“Look this would be a first in your over fifteen year career in the industry that you would need personal time during filming.” His mother began when he hesitated. “Some things, some people are more important, like Y/N.”

“Of course she is, Ma, it’s just if I leave, reporters or paparazzi may get wind and I promise Y/N I would keep her out of the limelight to the best of my ability. I won’t break that vow. With leaving set-”

“You’re leaving set?” Rian Johnson asked startling Chris to a point he almost dropped his phone and let out a YELP!

Rian could be the third Evans brother with the jump scares.

He grabbed his chest as his heart palpitations calmed back to normal. Chris glanced from his mother’s nodding encouragement to the director. He opted for the truth.

Rian clasped a hand on his shoulder. “I can push your filming off for a week and a couple days.” He said in all sincerity. “Though I’ll need you to stay late and go over a few scenes today.”

Chris smiled. A wave a relief swept over him and the anxiety that had started to creep in, dissipated, “Thank you, I will be you number one on the press tour for this. Thank you so much.”

Rian let go letting Chris go back to his call. “I’ll hold you to that, Evans.”

✧。.・✭

The room was cold, they always were you remember. The pale puke green walls with off-white chair rails and frozen grey tile floors took you back to a place you had wished you had long forgotten. It was all too familiar but not it a comfort feeling. You sighed going back to your lounge chair and pulling back the handle so it reclined.

Looking over at your mother; the heart monitor beeps, it annoyed you the first few days but three in a half weeks later it would lull you to sleep. Not something you wanted to be able to go to sleep to.

Your father had really done a number on her this time. The bruising and swelling of her face made her almost unrecognizable. Her chart had read: a collapsed lung, four broken ribs, both eye sockets cracked, cheekbone and sternum heavily bruised with hairline fractures, right arm and left leg broken in multiple places. That didn’t mention the internal bleeding and brain swelling that left her in a coma.

Now, almost a month later the swelling had subsided but she was in an induced medical coma for the internal healing and pain. The black and purple bruises had faded to a greenish blue yellow.

She was healing and that was a good thing. When you first arrived you could barely look at her, now she was starting to look like her old self even with the bandages. You sigh putting the memories out of your mind, deciding not to cry today as you had almost everyday since you arrived.

Pulling the blankets over your shoulders snuggling down, you flip through channels on the tv, settling on a TVLand marathon of I Love Lucy.

The silly, fiery red head could still bring a smile to your face even in this dark time.

Your phone rings it’s Chris. He had made a habit of checking in at least five times via a short conversation, while texting almost hourly. You had gotten him down to five calls when you had first arrived it was every hour on the hour. Now a few weeks in you just decided not to answer and just listen to his voicemail and text him back.

Right now, keeping this part of your life hidden was becoming more difficult. It was better to keep your communication with him in text, short and brief. One so you could read over it before hitting send and two so that you had a reference to what you said before wouldn’t contradict what you were saying now. And three, Chris could tell your feelings from just your voice.

The man was a nuisance with that gift.

It was eerie at first when you started to date him, now it was annoying on your part that you couldn’t disguise your voice with him.

It was exhausting, but you knew Chris wouldn’t be able to handle your family or what your secret was. So you tried and failed to put on your normal voice.

“Hey.” You say quietly, not feeling like talking at moment.

“Not good, eh, Butterfly,” He says softly. “You okay?” Chris could automatically tell you weren’t your usual self. “How’s mom doing? Any changes?”

Shivering you glance over at your mother’s breathing tube, “I’m fine. The swelling is gone from her brain. But they still have her in a coma because of the pain.” You hadn’t told him the cause of why your mother was in the hospital or what was wrong besides her being in a coma for pain.

“Oh that’s good the swelling has gone down.” Chris said looking on the brighter side of things. “I have a week break coming up as they get some new sets ready…”

You shake your head, sitting up on your arms anxiously, “No…no it’s okay…my brother and sister will be in this afternoon.” You say in a distraught voice.

Chris sighs, “Look, Y/N, I know you are in Boston at Boston Memorial in fact.”

“The hell, Christopher!” You cry into the phone sitting bone straight in the chair. “Are you out of your bloody mind!? Fuckin’ stalking me!”

He ignores your outburst, “Find My Phone works wonders, Wife, I’ll be there tonight.”

Your heart drops as your mind goes frantic as it switches gears from anger to fear, “Chris, please don’t come.” You whisper; standing and begin pacing the room.

Still, Chris continues, “Your family is hurt, Y/N, you are an extension of them. I’ll be there tonight. What’s the room number and ward?”

You shake you head frantically as everything you kept hidden began to expose themselves, “Chris…please,” you sniff pleading softly feeling tears come to your eyes, “please don’t come. If you love me you won’t come.” You pulled to only card you had left to play.

There was silence from a fleeting moment, you could feel the coldness radiating from the phone.

“Ward and room number,” he said firmly, “now, Y/N. I’m not going to ask you again.”

The sob you held in releases as you gave the information to him, then hang up without waiting for a reply. You ignore the callbacks and texts knowing you will get an ear full once he sees you.

Why couldn’t he just let this be? Let you figure this out on your own with the family you never wanted him to see. Why couldn’t he just leave well enough alone?!

Your brother is the first to arrive around five hours later dress to the nine in his marine uniform. His tall 6’8 frame bends down to enter the private room.

Brendan is your older brother by ten years, he has light brown skin and storm grey-brown eyes. He probably outweighed Chris by at least a hundred pounds of pure muscle. As mean as he looks he is sweet at heart. He protected you and your sister when your Dad was looking for someone to hit when mom was down, taking the worst of it.

Brendan wakes you up. You smile sadly at him and he picks you up as if you weigh nothing into a bear hug. It had been three years since you had last seen him.

You had lost some weight from the stress to only eating hospital food and walking a few laps around the physical therapy track when your mother’s four walls began to close in, suffocating you. And as per usual, the boobs were the first to go, along with some of your ass. When you lost weight it was never in the spots that you wanted to loose weight in like your knees, thighs, or your arms.

“It’s gonna be okay, Y/N.” He says setting you down. “The police are looking for Dad. But…when was the last time you showered?” Taking a step back, “You gonna stink up my uniform.” He waved a hand in front of his face, teasing you.

You shove him hard, though it was like pushing a brick wall, genuinely laughing for first time in a month; the smile going to your eyes, which were sunken in. Then sniff under your arms it had been a month. “I took some bird baths in the sink.” Your brother would always bring the light into the dark of times.

“Well they aren’t working anymore.” He pulls out his wallet and hands you an extra key card before telling you the hotel and room number.

You thank him then ordered an Uber; picking up your bag you head out.

Your sister arrives a few minutes after you leave. Mira is your older sister by three years. She has reddish brown skin, curly dark brown hair and onyx black eyes that could rival Ben Barnes. She is two inches taller than you with a thin frame to match. A stay at-home-mom of four kids and a fifth one on the way. Her very pragmatic way of thinking made her the first to leave home by the way of marriage at eighteen to what you and your brother called a suga daddy. But Harold impressed both of you by being a loving loyal husband and a devoted father. Mira wanted for nothing.

You were jealous that she could easily trust a man after growing up in the environment you all did.

The two of them hug before sitting down in the available chairs.

“Bastard really did a number on her this time.” Mira sighs gazing at their mother.

Brendan nods. “I have a few contacts making sure he’s on the no fly list. Buses and trains are another thing. But I think I can work something out that will stick this time.”

“You should have let his ass die when we were kids when Y/N...” her voice trails off as a nurse comes in to check vitals.

Brendan nods greeting the nurse a and they both received the updated information on their mother’s vitals. “Look I’m on leave for at least a month to take care of her but looking at her chart she’s going to need long term care. I can’t be away that long and you live in a whole five states away.” He hands Mira the chart after the nurse leaves.

Your sister flips through shaking her head sadly, “You think Y/N could help out? She did do a good job last time.”

Brendan shrugs and is about to answer when there’s a knock on the door and it opens to Chris Evans walking in with an overnight suitcase and a beautiful intricate shaped glass vase of sunflowers.

“Errr…hi,” he says nervously looking around the room not seeing you. He glances at the room number. “Is Y/F/N, Y/L/N here?” To make sure he’s in the right spot.

Brendan steps to protect his younger sister. “Who is she to you?”

Chris pulls out his iPhone 6s to the home screen showing both of your siblings a photo of him kissing your neck as you look at your ring grinning, both your dogs visible in the background, “She my fiancée.”

︎♡︎Chris♡︎

Chris sets the vase on the side table then his bag on the floor. “I’m sorry I don’t mean intrude, Y/N said she was here. I’m Chris Evans.” He offers a hand to each sibling, they each shake it apprehensively.

He glanced over at the bed. When his Y/N said her mother was in the hospital he had thought she was sick. Not that someone had beat the shit out of her that she looked nearly dead. He’d have to talk to his Y/N about how half truths are still lies and he wouldn’t tolerate them with her. Chris turned his attention back to the siblings.

“She was. I sent her to my hotel room to get cleaned up. She’s been living in this room for almost a month and was a bit rank.” Brendan said in all honesty. “How are you dating my baby sister?” he crossed his arms over his broad chest.

“Not dating, Breny, engaged.” Mira corrected with a scowl on her beautiful angular face. Stepping from being hid behind her brother, her Cupid-bow lips turn into a sneer as she looked Chris up and down in disgust.

“It’s actually a funny story how we met-” Chris began with a slight smile.

Mira held up a hand, stopping Chris mid sentence with a look that chilled his blood. “I’m sure it’s a nice story but question, why are you here? You’re not family.”

Chris shoved his hands in his front pockets, and he thought Naya was the tough one to win over. “To support Y/N. I could tell over the phone she wasn’t at her best and a bit overwhelmed, so here I am to help however I can.”

“How long have you been with my sister?” Brendan asks still apprehensive about an A-list celebrity dating…no engaged to his baby sister. That tidbit he would need some time to wrap his head around.

You were a severe introvert you had a select few you called friends and you barely if dated. Yet somehow were engaged to Captain America? He wished Mira had waited because he needed to hear this tale.

“Hmmm well I knew her for about four months and we started officially dating about four months ago and been engaged for almost two more-” He took a few steps back as Mira was suddenly in his space.

“You’ve only been dating six months and you are now engaged!” Mira asks her black eyes narrowed. “You get her pregnant, Bìlísì funfun?!”

“Mira, you’re one to talk.” Brendan counters with a raised eyebrow at his sister. “But seriously did you knock up my sister?” He turned his attention to a taken aback Chris, his voice dangerously low.

“Ah, aláwo funfun lóyún. bayi bar o gbalaye nik,” she waved both her brother and Chris off as she turned to go sit down in the window seat.

Chris held up his hands in defense his face flushed as his brain translated Mira’s words. Right now wouldn’t be a good time to tell them he had started his fluent level class in Yoruba.

“No, she’s not pregnant, though we are trying. I mean we are going to be married. I’m just here to support her.” He said truthfully. “Look I didn’t mean to cause trouble for her or you. I was just looking out for her and make sure she okay.”

Mira eyes remained narrowed at him as she crossed her legs to match her arms.

Chris placed his hands back in his front pockets as he watched your siblings size him up. He chuckled nervously. “Again, I don’t want to overstep…just tell me where I can find Y/N, please.”

“She’s at my hotel room,” Brendan gave him the hotel name and room number.

“Brendan!” Mira hissed hurrying over. “We don’t know him from Adam!” She shoved the burly tower of a man.

Her brother stumbled sideways a step before straightening up.

Brendan shrugged, “He has pictures, Mira, plus if he ever hurts Y/N…” he stuck out his hand for Chris to shake, “they will will never find his body and I have the United States Marines to cover for me.” His grey eyes stormy as he judged Chris.

Chris stood his ground giving your brother’s hand a squeeze. “Thank you for the room number. I’ll bring Y/N in tomorrow for an update.” Chris let’s go nodding politely at Mira takes his bag and leaves the room.

“Why didn’t he ask about Mama? I found that odd; didn’t you?” Mira asks once the door snapped closed, going back to her side of the bed to sit in the chair.

“Probably wanted Y/N to explain…admirable. Show he has merit, doesn’t want to get information second hand.” Brendan says sitting down. “He seems like a good guy… hope he can handle this family’s baggage.”

“If he can be like my Harold, then Y/N has found her a good one.” Mira said taking the remote and turning on the TV.

❤︎You❤︎

You take a very long shower along with washing your hair, then decide to soak in the jacuzzi tub to relax and destress. Your phone rings twenty minutes into your bath to see Chris calling. Ignoring it, you didn’t need to hear his voice now. Then the constant knocking at the door told you that you would be hearing him sooner than later.

Sighing heavily, you get out the tub and unplug the drain. You wrap a large fluffy towel around you to open the door, leaving it wide as Chris marches in looking for your bag, finding it he looks over at you.

“I don’t like it when you ignore my calls and texts, Y/N. Especially in this kind of situation.” He says firmly walking over to you only for you to move away.

“Y/N…? Look I got us our own room.” Chris ran his hand through his hair, stopping himself to give you space.

He noticed as you got dressed you had lost an ample amount of weight. Which meant you weren’t eating or weren’t eating correctly, along with the stress and anxiety of the situation your parents had put you in. Chris hated that for you, wishing he had pushed you more to reveal more about your past so he could be present for you.

You turn away from him and quickly finishing getting dressed, “I don’t want to talk about this ever with you, Christopher.” You say sternly picking up your bag.

Chris crosses the room quicker than your can move, he takes your bag, “Yeah that’s not going to fly in our relationship, Y/N. Your brother and sister are watching over your mother now, giving you the night off. You are going to get a decent meal in you and a good night sleep in a bed.” He grabs your hand firmly and leads you out.

The room is two floors up. Chris opens the door and lets you go in first. Apparently it’s a suite with a living/dining room and small kitchenette and adjacent bedroom and bathroom. Dinner is already setup and waiting. You know it will be a fight to get anything out of you and aren’t looking forward to it at all.

You wash your hands and sit down waiting for Chris to join you. He does after a few minutes. He pulls your chair close.

“So you wanna try that not talking to me about this again?” He asks opening the containers of authentic sushi your favorite and putting an ample amount of it on your plate along with fried rice.

“Please don’t make me, Chris.” You look at him imploringly. “There is just somethings that I don’t want you to know…my family is one. You promised when we got engaged….remember.”

Chris’ jaw ticked, yes he had promised but you hadn’t been truthful in telling him why. You not presenting all the facts made his promise null and void in his mind.

He set your overflowing plate down and began on his. “Yeah like I said before, Y/N, your family is now my family…this isn’t your every day family drama of who took what without asking. So my promise doesn’t apply here, talk now, Y/N.” He says sternly.

Your shoulders slump as you stare at your plate for a few minutes before you start, closing your eyes you steel yourself.

“Pop is an abusive prick even more so when he was drunk. Mom took the brunt of it, though I was five when he went after me the first time…my brother Brendan protected Mira and I from the worse of it, still I suffered a broken arm, cheekbone and more stitches than any kid should ever have to my name before the age of ten.”

“He went to jail when I was six…maybe seven, only because a nurse at a hospital recognized us and put two and two together. He went away for about two years; Pop was sentenced to ten but good behavior got him out early. Barely two years.” You open your eyes, shaking your head and scoffing in disgust.

“American judicial system put to fine work.” You push around the food feeling Chris’s eyes never wavering from your profile.

“Mom took him back of course. It was okay for about a year…if that…maybe, then he started again on her. Brendan took me and Mira with him to live on the base. Mom was left because she keeps on making excuses for him. She still does…and well now you know where it has got her,” you sniff just realizing you were crying.

“Fuck,” you say quietly pushing at the table to get up but Chris doesn’t let you. Why was he being so mean?

“I need a fucking tissue!” You glare at him lashing out.

He hands over the box from the bathroom. You take a few and blow your nose. Then push your plate away trying to get up again.

“You need to eat, Y/N. Real food. So either eat or I’ll feed you.” Chris said in a quiet firm voice, his body preventing you from moving you chair back to stand. “Either way you’re not getting up from this table until your plate is cleared.”

“I fucking hate you,” you mutter stabbing at the food with your fork.

“I know.” He kisses the side of your head as you ate your first bite.

A few hours later just finishing up a TV movie when Chris stands stretching, his shirt riding up so you can see a glimpse of his belly tattoo, then offering you his hand.

“I’m not tired…I’ll be there when I am.” You say simply flipping through channels trying to find something else to watch.

Chris snatches the remote from you and turns off the tv. “You may not be, but I am. Let’s go, Y/N.” He offers his hand again.

You fold your arms glaring up at him, “No! I’d rather sleep on this couch than with you right now.” You watch his blue eyes darken.

Placing his hands on his narrow waist, Chris sticks his tongue on the inside of his cheek,“You are coming to bed with me now, whether on your own feet or over my shoulder.” Chris warns you.

You laugh harshly, glad that you are a curvy and heavier than the other women he has dated. “You can’t pick me up; only my brother c-can…” you squeal when Chris does exactly what he promised to do.

You are dumped unceremoniously on the bed then pressed into the mattress as Chris covers your body with his.

“Listen, Y/N, and listen well, I’m only going to say this once. We are together now, and will be for the foreseeable future whether you are my wife or not. That means whatever we are feeling we tell each other. Family business and all, no more half truths, it’s still lying and you will not do that with me. Got it!”

You nod franticly seeing his blue eyes darken to red. “Yes.” You whisper.

Chris removes himself from the bed and turns taking off his shirt as he walks over to the chest of drawers. He toss you the night shirt and bonnet you brought. Then heads to the bathroom.

You take off your clothes placing them in a pile and tug down the shirt over your underwear and place your kinky hair in a bonnet. You get into bed sitting up waiting for Chris to come out. He does a few minutes later in just his boxer briefs tossing his clothes in the pile with yours.

He gets into bed and notices you playing with your engagement ring.

“So that whole I can tell you ‘no’ and you respecting it was just some bullshit.” You mutter.

Chris cups your chin gently turning your face to his as your eyes meet, “You can tell me no to sex, Y/N, and I’ll respect it. But you not putting yourself first just to one up me will not fly. You’ve been in that fuckin hospital room for a month straight. You needed a good meal and good night sleep in a bed. So yes I’m going to override it.” Chris lets go of your face.

He turned off the light. “Now let’s go to sleep. I bought some food so I can cook you breakfast in the morning.”

You sigh begrudgingly, snuggling down, turning away from him. Even if he was right you wouldn’t be the one to thank him. You feel his arms pull you close to his chest and a soft kiss on the back of your neck as he held on to you tighter than usual.

“I love you, Y/N. And I going to do right by you, whether you like it or not.” He spoke softly his breath tickling your neck along with his fuller beard.

You still, but before you can stop yourself, “I love you too…thank you.” Slips past your lips. You intertwine your fingers with his you feel him give them a squeeze. Your eyelids feel automatically heavy the next thing you know you are in a deep sleep.

。✧.・゜The Truth…The Whole Truth゜❤︎・.✧。.

Chris wakes up first enjoying the feeling of you in his arms again it had been too long. He snuggles if possible closer, had slept peacefully practically tucking you halfway under his body. Thinking back to you explaining your family’s past. It actually explained a lot of your behavior towards him these last months that you two were exclusive. Chris gently intertwined your fingers with his, letting out a low growl as a different more enlightened look back revealed so much about you.

You did have a valid reason not to want to go out with him in the first place. Being raised in an abusive household could make you one of two things: wary of relationships or in an abusive relationship continuing the cycle. You were the former, and last night proved to him you still thought of him that way. He needed to put an end to it; to make sure that you were never afraid of him or thought of him in that way ever.

Not wanting to let you go Chris gives you a squeeze noticing that you barely move. Concluding that you must be exhausted. Burying his face in the nap of your neck he breathes in deep taking in your scent. Concluding that he couldn’t go long without it, so he needed to figure out a way to take it back with him when he started to film again.

Tucking a few strands of your hair back under your bonnet, Chris kisses your lips then gets out of bed to shower. “I love you so much, my Butterfly.” Chris says barely and leaves for the kitchen.

Chris takes out eggs, breakfast sausage, and raisin bread he weighed his options and decided to try his hand at grits. Mykal had told him that it was your favorite.

In thirty minutes your breakfast is carried in. Chris sets it onto the side table before kissing you awake.

“Mmmm, something smells good.” You yawn opening your eyes, rubbing the crud out of the corners of them.

“Great, I tried my hand at grits…” he hands you over the bowl.

After your take a bite, “Well grits are just something you will have to work on,” you say gently trying your hardest not to make a disgusting face at the undercooked gritty texture, “Everything else is up to your usual perfect standards.”

Chris gets up, knowing your tells well, “What does it need?” he asks leaving the room.

“To be cooked more. Unless it says five or ten minutes on the box, grits need to be cooked for at least twenty, and you salt your water or milk if you want it creamier!” You call after him.

He comes back with his own plate. Settling up close next to you. “Noted.” He hands over a small salt and pepper shaker.

You kiss his bearded cheek, “Thank you, Husband, for breakfast…and for last night.” You add you grimace as you begin moving the food around your plate. “It…it’s just don’t want you know about my family. Not that I’m ashamed, I just don’t your pity. It took years for Mykal to treat me like a normal person…I don’t want nor do I need that from you.” You confessed avoiding his gaze.

“I understand that it was apart of the things you said you didn’t want me to know about.” Chris put his plate on the side table and took yours from you.

Moving the food around in the bowl choosing his next words carefully. “I did worry maybe even pitied you. That time you told me about your brother, the way your eyes looked as you talked as if the simple memories of him were painful to say.”

Chris sighed mournfully, “Talking with, Mykal, Amber and Naya how tight lipped they were about your past. I could tell they knew but it wasn’t their place to tell me. So I waited, because I knew sooner or later you would tell me. But you didn’t until you had to.” He blew out a frustrated sigh through his nose, when he tried to catch your eyes. “I hate that you wouldn’t share it with me until your back was against the wall, Y/N.”

His heart dropped as you silently refused that courtesy.

You watch him gather up a bite on the spoon as he continued as he fed you. Carefully not to get the undercooked grits on the spoon. “I won’t say I don’t care because I can’t. I need you to know you can trust me, Y/N. That you trust me enough to share everything with me. I don’t like learning about you second hand, from your friends and family…or visits to hospital rooms.”

“I get why you kept them hidden. When I saw your mom…” Chris voice trailed off, clearing his throat softly then changed the subject. “Your family dynamic was exhausting you, Y/N. And in my book that doesn’t go over well it will end up taking a toll on you…you have lost weight, Butterfly. Your family is still a part of you but you still need to put yourself first, okay?”

Chewing slowly as you stare at the bowl, trying to let his words sink in. “Still, Chris, I wish you hadn’t of come.”

Chris sighs not knowing how to kick you out this cycle. Maybe if he gave you hope of a brighter future and not dwell on your noir past.

“If I hadn’t you’d probably still be in that hospital room sleeping on that couch eating hospital and vending machine food…not only do you have to take care of yourself for you, but we are trying for a baby…make a family of our own, Y/N.”

You nod, then look at him for the first time, taken aback at the tears the welling in his soft blue eyes. Your heart palpitated before dropping into your stomach. You had never made anyone cry before, let alone a man. Silently admitting to yourself that if Chris was your forever, not giving him the benefit of the doubt and not telling him about your family was a misstep on your part.

“I’m sorry for not telling you, Chris,” you watch him dry his eyes on the collar of his shirt. Looking away, you continue, taking off the fidget bracelet he had given you. Opening and closing it, the seamless motion calmed your anxiety some.

“I have walls up that have kept me safe for a long time. My family is my business.”

Chris placed a large hand over yours stopping you from fidgeting. He put down your bowl of food on the side table, “I’m your family too, Y/N. You can’t keep us separated, we are one. From now, until you tell me to go, which I pray you never do. I don’t want you to feel that you can’t tell me something in fear I will leave you or put hands on you.”

As he said that he saw glimmer in your eyes that told him there was more to what you had told during dinner. Placing his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. His heart yearning for complete devotion and trust with him as he had with you. “I swear unto you until my dying breath there is nothing you can’t tell me that will make me want to leave you, Y/N.”

Your stomach lurched, your gut telling you to spill but your mind. It was always your mind. Telling you not to trust him. You gaze at his face, “Not even me telling you I hate you like I did yesterday?” You ask seeing a small smile appear on his lips. Giving in to your negative thoughts.

“Like you meant it, huh?” Chris jested as he opened his eyes to yours. Seeing hopefulness in yours. As if wanting to give him everything, he would be patient. You would tell him soon.

Chris cupped your nap bringing your lips to his. Good lord he had missed your kisses. He groaned on his own, as he backed out of the touch, licking his lips. Forcing his body not to take control, now wasn’t the time.

“No,” you answered flushing.

Chris pecked your lips, “I know you too well, Y/N,” he thumbed your lips lovingly, “Just as long as you are not indifferent with me; you can hate my guts all you want.” The corner of his mouth went up in a lopsided smile.

You nod, returning his smile with a small one of your own.

“Good, now let’s finish breakfast, I promised your brother that I will bring you in for an update.” He said picking up your bowl and gathering a bite.

“I’m sorry for not telling you about mom. I guess I went into protective mode like so many times before. She never wanted strangers to see her like that. And now if she ever wakes up she would be pissed off that that’s how you first met her.”

“I would never judge someone for what others did to them, Y/N. She’s my mother now so you won’t have to do the protecting all by yourself.”

You gave him a small grateful smile,“Thank you for saying that, Chris.” Sighing somewhat contented, “I probably need to get back to see if there are any changes.” You begin to get out of bed.

“Not until you are done with breakfast, my Butterfly.” Chris pulls you back over closer to him.

You reach for your plate when Chris backs it away, “I like feed you.” He held out a full spoon, “Let me.” His blue eyes twinkled.

You roll your eyes and opened your mouth.

✧。.・✭

You and your fiancé arrive in your mother’s hospital room two hours later. Chris having to walk a few steps away from you to avoid being noticed. Once in the room he takes off his classic navy baseball cap, he shook the hand of Mira and Brendan while you hugged your siblings.

“So you are really engaged to Captain America?” Mira said in an impressive tone. “I was sure the white man was lying.” She gives you a strong hug while eyeing Chris suspiciously.

“We don’t lie in our relationship, Mira. Y/N and I promised each other to always tell the truth.” Chris said in perfect Yoruba, gobbsmacking both of your siblings.

Mira back out of your hug crossing her arms she looked Chris up and down. “He must love you, learning Yoruba isn’t for the faint of heart.” Mira addressed you but dark fiery eyes remained on Chris. Impressed that he didn’t look away. “Harold only learned when we wanted the kids to be bilingual.”

“I do,” Chris assured her, he glanced over seeing you blush all the way to your ears. “Hope to say those two words to her real soon.” He smiled taking your hand leading you to the small two seater to sit.

Dressed in civilian clothes, Brendan looked over Chris in a new light. “So it really is that serious then?” He asked Chris, “You really are engaged to my baby sister.”

Chris chuckled as he sat on the arm of the sofa you sat in, “Like I said, I wouldn’t be here to support Y/N if I didn’t love her. And a part of that is being a bilingual father to our future kids.” His eyes caught Mira’s, “Just like Harold is to yours.”

“Just like Harold is to yours,” Mira muttered mockingly, as she stared disgruntled at your fiancé.

“Any changes?” You ask changing the subject as your sister sat next to you on the small love seat.

Mira shakes her head, tearing her coal eyes from Chris to you, “No, the doctor says if they don’t see any changes by next week they recommend taking her off life support.”

You eyes widen, as you gaze over at your mother, your breath caught, as you can’t seem to breathe. Your mind far from what was being said in the room. Mira’s voice seemingly fading away to a low murmur.

Chris listened intently taking the the clipboard with the report on it, when Brendan offered it. Heart sinking as he read. “Is there anything we can do for her?” He asks your brother and sister.

Brendan sighed, folding his arms across his broad chest, tearing his hazel eyes from his mother to your fiancé, “The doctor said it’s entirely up to her. It’s all on her power to live.” Shrugging, “Early this morning, they stopped giving her the meds that kept her under. She should be conscious by tomorrow morning.”

Standing, Chris walked over handing him the clipboard, then leaned against the wall allowing the siblings to discuss their mother development. He watched you carefully as you fell silent as your brother and sister talked over what the doctor had said. Chris sees you nod not liking how silent you had become. You stand abruptly, startling him.

“I need some air,” you say leaving the room in a hurry. You could feel Chris behind you before you felt his hand on the small of your back.

You turn to stop him. “Alone.” You can tell he is about to override your request. “Please, Chris.” You look up at his concerned face.

Chris searches your features, “Fine,” he grunts disappointed. Letting you go, though following at a good distance.

You found an empty outdoor terrace just as the tears started to stream down your face. Sitting down on a bench placing your head between your legs, trying to prevent yourself from hyperventilating. But it doesn’t stop the hard and painful sobs that escape your mouth before clasping a hand over to muffle the sound.

You could smell your future husband before he sat down besides you. Chris rubs your back and stays quiet as you catch your breath.

“What does alone mean, Christopher,” you try to shrug him off sitting up, hastily wiping your cheeks.

“I know, I know… just wanted to make sure you were…”

“I’m fine, can you please…” you beg him, clinching your fist tightly feeling your nails dig into your palm. You stare straight ahead, “I promise, if I need you I’ll let you know.”

Reluctantly, Chris gets up. You glance up at him open his mouth but shuts it. He nods before walking back inside. You sigh knowing Chris was just trying to look out for you, but you needed time to think and decide what you should do to best help your mother and siblings.

Opening your fists to the light cuts your nails made on your palms. You curse knowing Chris would be livid once he notices them. Smoothing out the redness to the best of your ability, you take out your phone and scroll through the contacts to find one named Pops. You press call.

Being the youngest it was always you that got tough jobs done; this time being no different. You just had to make sure no one could stop you this time.

It rings and rings until an answering machine comes on telling you to leave a message.

“Hey Pop. I’m here with mom, Brendan and Mira.” You pause fisting your hand again. “I…I just want to talk. If you can meet me at Luimere at seven tonight my treat.” You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “I’m not angry I just want to talk.” You pause, “I love you.”

Hanging up, you press the phone to yours lips, now the question was how to have Chris let you out of his sight so you can go meet your father. You wonder if Mira would help cover for you.

She doesn’t. Her excuse was that you shouldn’t lie to Captain America. You wanted to strangle her, especially when you accost her about her not liking Chris.

“True I hate his guts, but he loves you, and is extremely devoted to you. Plus if you take him with you he could protect you from him.” She said wisely. “You don’t know what mood you are walking into with that man.”

Mira had stopped calling her father Pop long beforehand. Telling you that he had lost the honor of being called Dad once he put his hands in her for the first time.

She kissed your forehead then turned walking over to Chris offering him a handshake of tolerance. Mira wouldn’t accept him until she throughly grilled him of his intentions.

Thing was you didn’t want Chris anymore involved than he already was. Your mind wandered as you were lead out by your fiancé.

Chris wraps his arm around your shoulders. “So what were you and Mira chatting about?”

You scoff, “Why are you so nosey?" You counter looking up at him.

Chris shrugged gazing down at you, his eyes wandering to your lips before coming back to your eyes. “Just curious. Got a handshake, next is a hug. Think she’s warming up to me. She will be calling me over to babysit before the week is out,” he jested. “What do you want for dinner?”

“How about we go out.” You suggest as you both get to the car Chris had rented.

Chris notices your nervousness at Luimere watching the entrance for someone. It mustn’t be your siblings because they had given you the night off again. “Who are you watching for?” He inquired looking at you over his menu.

You look over at him, “My dad.” You says after weighing your options to lie. You watch his eyes go wide then darken in anger.

His brow furrowed, “The fuck is wrong with you, Y/N?!”

You flinch cursing yourself as you did. “Don’t yell at me,” you hiss narrowing your eyes at him, “besides I don’t know if he’ll come, Chris. I left a message.”

Chris saw the flinch and had cursed himself as he grimaced, he hadn’t meant to yell. Mentioning of your father caught him off guard.

“I’m sorry I yelled, Y/N. But that’s doesn’t answer my question,” Chris said in a calmer voice. “Why would you invite your dad after what he just did to your mom?” He tried to reach for your hand but you moved it away to stand, watching you check your clothes to make sure they were alined.

Chris looked up to see an older black man that looked just like your brother approaching your table. Remembering your mother’s age from her chart, your father was in his mid sixties. Taking to his feet, Chris stands close yet slightly in front of you.

“Looks like you got yourself a slice of wonderbread, Butterball,” your father Gary says dryly as he sits down across from you.

You feel Chris’ eyes on you. You dare not spare him a look unless you’d loose your nerve.

“You can sit.” Gary says quietly smiling smugly at how well you are still trained. He gestures to your seat.

Automatically you sit down, you notice that Chris had pulled your chair closer to his. He placed an arm around your shoulders his other hand covering both of yours on the table in a protective way.

“Pop, this is Chris…Chris Evans.” You say quietly keeping your eyes on the table cloth. Trying to be a little more brave you look up at your father. You hadn’t seen him since Brendan had moved you and your sister out. You felt like your ten year old self as you automatically touched your right cheek he had broken, you lower your eyes again.

You whisper, “Chris, this is my father Gary.”

Your father holds out his hand. Chris looks at you before looking back at your father.

“Why are you looking at her, boy? You need her permission to shake a man’s hand?” Your father’s smirk getting under Chris’ skin.

Reluctantly, Chris and Gary shake hands. You place a hand on Chris’ thigh as he begins to shake with anger.

“Pop, I called to tell you that mom should be out of her coma tomorrow.”

Gary picked up the menu, “Mmmm, she is sure taking her sweet time. Been a month with no home cooked meals.” He turned the page. “I think she’s doing this on purpose…wanting me to starve.”

“Purpose!” Chris scrunched up his nose in disgust. “You beat the mother of your kids so bad she was in a coma and you think she’s staying under on purpose?!”

“Chris,” you whisper nervously, noticing a few nearby patrons turning to look at your table.

Your father shrugged, “Trust, Evans, Y/N’s mother is a fine actress when it comes to hospital stays. She has walked off far worse.”

Chris squeezed your hand stilling himself to remain seated and not throttle your father in public. Now if he could be him outside and alone…

“How do you know my daughter, Evans?” Gary asked changing the subject, ignoring how uncomfortable he made you both.

“She my fiancée.” Chris said curtly in a low tone.

“Humph,” Your father’s steely cold gaze looks back at you, “You pregnant?”

You shake your head no, “No…no sir.” .

You watch him turn back to Chris “Then why are you with her? She an easy screw, like her sister?” He asks jerking his thumb at you.

“Mira is not slut,” you say catching your father’s eyes.

“Married the first man that paid attention to her at eighteen, that’s the definition of slut, Y/N, I taught you better than that.” Gary tossed the menu down sitting back matching your glare. He smirked when he saw tears start in your eyes.

“Maybe gold digger suits her better,” his eyes flicked to Chris’ face, “or maybe you won that title.”

You exhale hard through your nose, “I’m not a gold digger and you didn’t teach us shit,” you counter.

Gary’s onyx eyes flash red reminding Chris of Mira’s. He pointed a long boney finger at you. “Watch your mouth, you little cunt, before I slap respect back into it.”

You feel Chris gaze as tears come to your eyes you look away. “I got what I needed,” you whisper more to yourself than to him, as they begin to stream down your face, you wipe them way hastily. “He will never change.”

“Your mother thought she could change me…still have to set her straight every now and again.” Gary rolled his eyes admonishing your bluntness. “You thought I’d change after that stunt you pulled when you were a kid? Nah, made me realize I shouldn’t have spared that rod at all when I got out that last time.”

Chris had had enough as he stands pulling you up with him, “This will be the last time you speak or see her. Same goes with her mother, I will be filing a restraining order against you from our family,” with that he pulls you out the restaurant.

“Your family! You known her less than a year! You that confident with what she has to offer, Evans,” Gary called after the two of you. “The bitch is a gold digger just like her mother!”

✧。.・✭

You could feel the anger radiating off your fiancé as he places you in the car reaching over fasten your seatbelt, something he has never done. You glance over at him as he pulls out of the parking lot. The knuckles on his hands turning white as he gripped the steering wheel.

At the stop light he grabs your hand and kisses your palm, “I’m so sorry I pushed you about your family, Y/N. It was…is a sore subject and I should have respected that. I…I over-stepped and I apologize. It’s just my family are so close…I even told my mom the day I lost my virginity.” He chuckles darkly. “That man has the audacity to call himself your father…” he shakes his head. “I’m sorry.”

You nod wiping away tears from your cheeks. “It’s okay.”

“No it’s not.” Chris pulled into the back of a Target parking lot. He shut off the engine. His hands shook as he punched the steering wheel twice. The anger at your father and himself taking over.

You take his hands in yours. “You asked me why?” You saw him nod. “I…I need to see him for myself to finally let go of that part of my life…I needed closure that for some asinine reason I didn’t want as a child.”

Letting go of his hands to wrap your arms around your midsection. “I should have done…” looking out the front windshield, “…as kid, maybe you and I wouldn’t have this void of trust between us.”

Taking a deep shaky breath you began tell the hardest part of your past to your fiancé, “Just before Brendan moved us out…Pop had did a number on mom and Mira. Mom had a broken eye socket and Mira two broken ribs. I was lucky to have been at Mykal’s that day.” You say watching a couple kiss before getting into their car and driving away.

Your voice barely above a whisper, “When I returned I knew it wasn’t gonna end well for my family...my brother would be burying three bodies soon. There had been too many close calls, too many trips and extended stays at the hospital, and way…way too much blood.”

You shudder looking at your hands and began to rub them. “So much blood,” you murmur, “so much blood.” Wrapping your hands around yourself as you remembered the formula your mother taught you and your siblings to get blood out of your school clothes.

Closing your eyes you recall that day so boldly in your mind, “I was ten the commanding officer of Brendan’s squad told the police involved. ‘You and your justice system failed her and her family. You will not press charges against a child defending themselves and family. Or else your whole office will be tried in military court.’” You wiped your eyes.

“Back in that day…hell even now, in order for domestic violence charges to stick the abused needs to file charges. My mom never did…she just kept on welcoming him back.” You frustratedly say through gritted teeth. “Again…and again, and fucking again.”

Chortling with disgust, “I didn’t see another way out of our situation. The people that were supposed to help had failed to protect my brother, sister and me.”

Licking your lips you tremble, reminiscing as if it was yesterday, “So I brought Pop beer, after beer, after beer, and pour glass, after glass of whiskey. When he passed out I slit his wrists hoping he bleed out. But little did I know Brendan had told his commanding officer, Barnes, about us.

“Barnes’ home situation…he had grown up similar to us so he and Brendan came to take Mira and I away. Long story short they caught me just as I slit his second wrist. The marines took over. They locked my dad up for the full ten years he was supposed to serve plus another five for making my mom temporarily blind in one eye and breaking my sisters ribs. Locked him in a military prison.”

“We were moved to base and received counseling. Mira and Brandon took to the therapy immediately. Probably why they were able to move on a find joy in their lives. I stopped after a couple of weeks. I hadn’t seen my father since, until today.”

“So…” you look back at Chris for the first time since beginning your story. Through a stream of tears that littered the front of your shirt. “Do you hate me?”

He looked at you in awe then in confusion. “Why would I hate you?” His brow furrowed.

You take off your engagement ring to hand it back to him. “Because your former fiancée is an attempted murderer?”

Chris smiled, replacing the ring back on your finger. “More like badass protector of her family.” He kissed your forehead, “I could never hate you for protecting yourself and your family especially after the system failed you.” Chris cupped your face in his giant hands, thumbing away the tears. “Only made me love you more if that’s even possible.”

You shake your head cautiously, “What if my past makes it to the press, Chris? I could ruin your career…you could be blacklisted,” you begin to take off the ring again.

Chris stops you, “If they do then we will out the whole story. Tell the world how the US justice system protects abusers and punishes the victims. I will be right by your side, Y/N.”

Cupping your chin he raised your face to his. “I told you, until you tell me to go you are stuck with me.” He places tender kisses on your eyelids, “I vow that to you, Y/N.” He kisses your forehead before placing his against it.

You swallow hard as you look into his eyes and saw nothing but the truth in them. “You sure?”

He kissed your lips deeply, “Positive. My love for you grew ten times just now. I know you’re willing to do anything to protect yourself and your family you couldn’t be a more perfect wife and mother.” Chris kisses you again, cupping your head in his hands.

“I now get why you never wanted me to know…I’m the first person you ever told it to right?”

You nod, “Mykal knows everything , because we grew up together. Amber and Naya maybe a little from what I’ve shared with them over the years. But as for dating yes, Chris, you are the first.”

“Your life experience didn’t scare me away, Y/N, nor will it.” Chris places his face to yours nuzzling it. “I wish I had known you then so I could protect you. But I know you now and will do everything in my power to protect you. I promise you I won’t let this happen to you ever again. You have my solemn vow, Y/N.”

゜❤︎・.✧Chapter End♡︎。✧.・゜

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Author’s Note: Phew, well that was a chapter huh. Forgive me for not making a May update. I just wanted to make sure that this fork in the road was the best I could get it. I hope you enjoyed what was behind Y/N curtain and hope it didn’t take you by surprise. I try to leave breadcrumbs when I write of the person backstory so when the reveal finally comes it is less of a shock and more like we been knew. Anyway so where do Y/N and Chris go from here? Well I can tell you it will be much brighter, since July is my birthday month. Hoping to post on said day but don’t hold me to it. Thank you all for reading and special thanks ☺️ to those that like and reblog or share my story. And a virtual hug to those that comment it really means a lot, and helps get the next chapter out sooner. As always if you would like to be tagged let me know via this post or send a message to the inbox and you will be added for the next update. Until July, TTFN 🤗

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