CHRIS EVANS & SEBASTIAN STAN IMAGINES

Swipe Right|Chris Evans X Reader Part 2

The sun poured into the room around 8:30 AM, illuminating your scattered clothes and various liquor bottles on the hotel's carpet floors. Beside you, laid Robert in only his boxers, snoring away softly. You stretched out your limbs as far as you possibly could, relieving your body from the awkward sleeping position you had been in all night. You let out a yawn at the same time; tasting the awful leftover booze from last nights adventure on your tongue. 

You propped yourself up, grabbing your phone that was on the nightstand. (Yes, you got the good side of the bed.) "Fuck." You muttered, trying to turn it on. "Phones dead." 

You got out of the cloud-like duvet and scavenged the room for an iPhone charger. You checked your purse, Roberts suitcase, even the hotel closet; nothing. 

With a deep sigh, you slid on one of Roberts band teeshirts and walked out into the hall. (The shirt looked like a trendy dress on you.) 

Barefooted, you made your way down to the Lobby to ask for a phone charger. There was a polished looking young woman seated at the desk, typing away at her computer with long acrylics.  You approached her, with a groggy voice; "Hey would you guys have an I Phone charger by chance?" 

She looked up from her screen, then eyed you from top to bottom judgingly before responding to your question. "Hi there, did you have a current room with us?" She flashed her straight bleached smile. "I do, yes." You rubbed an eye impatiently. 

"Alright then, could I have the name it's under?" She looked like a flight attendant. "Mhm, it's Robert Downey." You continued.

With a few soft clicks, the girl got up from her seat. "I'll be just a moment, I'm going to check the lost and found. An android charger was it?" She wore a three-piece navy blue outfit, kind of similar to a sailors uniform. "No, it's an I Phone X actually." You smugged her. "Oops, hah, my bad." She acted dumb, what a terrible employee to have at the face of the company.  

She took more than a moment. 'Bethany' had been gone for nine minutes, you were beginning to feel the hard-cold waxed tiles on the soles of your nude feet. 

Another two minutes passed, and she arrived with a charger. "Here, I was able to find this one." She laid it on the counter instead of giving it to you. You faked a smile and grabbed it for yourself.  "Is there anything else I could help you with today, Mam?"

Mam? Who were you, her mother? She was really pulling your leg now. You tapped your chin theatrically. 

"Hm, could I get some mimosas sent up to my room?" You asked. "I'm sorry, but you'll have to go through Room Service to do that. The number is written on the phone on your bedside table." She gritted through her teeth softly. "Alright, thank you Bertha." You grinned, walking back. 

"It's Bethany!" She shot back. "Oops, hah, my bad!" You mimicked her, making the turn to enter the hallway. 

"Bitch." You muttered to yourself, arriving at the elevator buttons. "Pardon?" A voice came from behind you. You turned around, seeing a familiar-looking man seated on a chair with a newspaper in hand. "Huh?" You asked in return, zoning out. 

The man wore a white button-down long sleeve with small black dots all over, tucked in his tight black dress pants. With a leg propped up on his other comfortably, he showed off his brown leather shoes. You met his blue-eyed stare through his thick black glasses.

"You said the word bitch." He raised a thick brow. You watched him bite his pink plump lips in confusion. 

"Oh, yeah. I was...just talking to myself." You shook your head. "Oh, haha. I do that too sometimes." He laughed, taking off his glasses, and folding them into his side pocket. "It's good for you; unless you start answering yourself, then it's a problem."  Your comment made him laugh again.

You lightened up. 

 "That sure is true." He got up from the significantly small seat. He had at least a foot over you, the man measured a good six feet. You looked up to meet his addictingly beautiful eyes. "I'm Chris." He gestured for a handshake. "Y/N." You returned the gesture. "Y/N... you seem familiar." He crinkled his nose, to ease an itch. 

"I was just about to say-" You started. 

"Tinder." He snapped his finger in triumph. 

Your cheeks flushed. It was Chris from Tinder, Chris that had left you on read, god how embarrassing. 

His smile stayed on his face, you didn't know if he was mocking you, or was genuinely happy. 

You stood weakly, blinking quickly, trying to think what to say. 

"Hah... yep that's me." You once again faked a smile that morning. "I've got to say, you look way nicer this morning than you were on text last night." He giggled. 

You frowned, what was he talking about? He had left YOU on READ. You weren't the mean one, he was. 

"Um, you're the one who ignored me. I know the conversation wasn't really going anywhere, but that still isn't a reason to just ignore me. I was actually waiting for you to carry the conversation with one of your topics, you know I can't do all of the work." You poked his chest before pressing the up button.

"Uh, actually-" You cut him off immediately. "Don't 'uh actually' me. I know guys like you, I know what you are like." The doors slid open. "By the way, talking about the weather doesn't count as a conversation starter. It's boring." You disappeared into the crowd of people in the elevator. The doors closed and next thing you knew you were at your room again. You felt accomplished, telling off Chris like that. You felt like a bad bitch. 

You entered with your key that had been in your bra this whole time. You plugged your phone and called for the mimosas Bethany couldn't have gotten you. 

Robert turned to his side, yawning loudly. "Goodmorning." He grumbled. 

"Morning, want a mimosa?" You asked. "Oh, fuck yeah." He replied, stretching the same way you did. 

You both conversated about last nights adventures for a bit before your phone finally turned on. 

You grabbed it, checking your messages from Adele, your roommate, ignoring your brother. You quickly replied to her worried paragraphs, then tapped on the tinder app, seeing you had a notification. It was from Chris...

last night at 11:56. 

Chris: Weather like this means it's going to be a beautiful day tomorrow. Would you like to maybe go for lunch or coffee after my meeting? 

"BITCH!" You threw your phone in your suitcase across the room.