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Overview: You and Chris are going to see your daughter perform in her first talent show. Chris helped with her performance and its a little different from what you would’ve expected…

AN: Another Chris one for you guys! Now that Knives Out is coming out, I’ve had people desperate for more Chris, and this idea melted my heart. This is inspired by a scene from one of my favourite TV shows if you know it message me ;) Thank you for the support as always!

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“nononono” you panicked as you felt you ankle wobble dangerously. Running on cobblestones In heels was dangerous, and a broken ankle was the last thing you needed right now. You slowed down to an uncomfortable fast walk-jog, willing for your ankles to not snap like sticks. It had started to snow, the first time this winter, and you buried your chin into your scarf so to keep your teeth from chattering. The clock in the local church chimed 7:30 causing your head to whip up in alarm and your heel to skid across a particularly icy cobble. You felt your whole body move back and that gut-wrenching shot of panic flashed through your brain as you saved yourself at the last minute from falling. You felt your phone buzz in your pocket, the third time in the past half an hour. You fished it out and shoved it between your ear and shoulder, rounding the corner to beams of saturated yellow light “I’m here, I’m literally outside…… I’m fine love…..yes there was an issue at work that I had to stay for, but I’m here now……okay……I’ll see you in a second." 

Oak-field catholic school came looming out the darkness, brightly lit up with banners already hanging limply from the steady fall of snow. You skidded up the steps, taking two at a time, to almost trip and fall on the last one. You bag swung around on your shoulder and almost took out a grandfather walking behind you.

"I am SO sorry, Sir!” You gasped “Honestly If I’ve hurt you-”

“Swinging for the elderly?” A voice joked “I thought we said you wouldn’t do that anymore.” Chris was standing by the open door, smiling. He walked over, apologised once more to the old man and his wife, before turning back to you, shaking his head. He was wrapped up in a dark jacket over his favourite blue shirt, and his shoes had been cleaned, so they gleamed; he had obviously dressed up the occasion. His hair was still a little messy from a day of running his hands through it, and the sight alone caused you to sigh with joy.

“I’m an addict I couldn’t help it,” You joked. “Hi.”

“Hello.” He grinned. He pulled you in for a quick hug, planting a soft kiss by your ear. “How was your day?”

“I don’t want to talk about it." 

"Duly noted. Come on,” Chris kept his arm hooked around your waist as you both walked into the school “the show hasn’t started yet." 

"I thought I was going to miss her." 

"And that would’ve made you a terrible parent." 

"It would’ve.” It was good to relax and joke around after the day you’d just had, you could already feel the knot in your shoulders start to loosen. You said hi to Lina’s mum as you passed and nodded to Sister Margret, who jerked curtly back. The pair of you was just quickly catching up about to head into the hall when a small voice could be heard just behind to you. 

“Dad?" 

Connie had poked her head out the backstage door. She looked like she was going to be sick; pale skin, sweaty forehead, her nails bitten down to the surface. Her eyes were wide and desperate, and this caused Chris to run over and lean down on one knee. You watched from a distance; Connie didn’t like being nervous in front of you because she knew it caused you to become overprotective. You saw Connie shake her head and the words "I can’t do it,” be said before Chris lightly put a hand over her mouth. He shook his head and spoke soft words, moving the hand to then to bring her head forward so he could kiss the top of her head. Chris said something that caused your daughter to laugh weakly before she said something that caused a belt of laughter from him. He then pulled her in briefly, their cheeks squishing together as he hugged her tight before chivying her lightly towards the door. One last high five and then she slipped backstage again, leaving her Dad to run back over to you smiling.

“Everything okay?”

“yea she’s fine. Last-minute nerves. We’ve been rehearsing all day though so she knows what she’s doing.”

“I’m just looking forward to FINALLY seeing this secret performance,” you said as you entered the auditorium where rows of creaky chairs were set up facing the stage. The sound of a generic TV show single was on a loop through the speakers on either side of the stage, buzzing slightly with the increase of base every few seconds. The air of you headed to two seats in the third row on the inside end, meaning you had the perfect view without having to crane your necks. There was a pause while you both flicked through the programme and said hi to parents of friends and to say hi to that one hysterical fan (there was always one) before you couldn’t resist any more.

“Are you going to give me ANY hints about what she’s doing." 

"Nope.”

‘Nothing at all?“

"It’s a surprise." 

"Should I film it?" 

"Oh absolutely,” there was a glint in your husband’s eye that for some reason caused you to become suspicious “we’re never going to want to forget this." 

You wanted to ask more, but then the lights went down and a thunder of applause. One of the sisters was standing just by the stage with a microphone in one hand and a notebook in the other, from which she read out "Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Oak-field’s Talent Extravaganza. Now, please put your hands together for Alice and her jumping juggling friends." 

******* 

"She’s next, she’s next!” You squired in your seat with impatience, excitement starting to bubble in your chest. Chris handed you his phone, and you set up the camera, propping it up on your bag so the performance could be filmed. “I’m nervous, why am I nervous she’s doing the show not me. Oh gosh, I’m panicking-”

“Hon she’s going to be fine!” But he still reached out and grabbed your hand, squeezing it in reassurance. His jiggling knee also gave it away that he too was feeling a little nervous, and that oddly calmed you a little. 

The lights went down once more, and there was a smattering of polite applause. Lina walked out first, her smile full and confident, strutting over to her spot with rehearsed purpose before standing with her hand on her hip, poised. Connie, with her smaller physique and her curly hair already coming loose from her ponytail, gave the image of someone who was more reserved and shy. You watched her eyes rake the crowd before she caught your eye. You gave her a small wave; Chris lifted his arm so his thumbs up could be seen over the group. This reassurance caused Connie to nod in determination, before gripping her hand onto her hip, smiling widely. A click of the stereo and the slightly tinny sound of an old Judy Garland song started to play. This granted a nod of approval from Sister Margret. A very devout woman of the church who before the show had sent a list of songs and artists that were “recognised as inappropriate and would therefore not be tolerated.” She was also a massive Judy Garland fan and had, therefore, lacked hesitation when putting the girls into the show. The CD stuttered, then the tinny backing track to “somewhere over the rainbow” rang out through the old speakers. The girls started their routine, slowly swaying back and forth, little voices sweet and nervous but to you the loveliest sound. You beamed widely, tears already clogging your eyes and pride burst through your chest. Everyone else saw the charm in it too; the grandparents in front of you cooed at each other about how cute she was. You wanted she lean over and say “she’s my daughter,” but that would distract you from the show. 

A couple lines in, however, the music scratched, stuttered, and then stopped. The hall was silent. Both girls stood in stage, looking at each other and then back out into the audience. Your heart lept into your mouth. You tried to catch Connie’s eye, but this was causing you to panic more. “We have to do something,” you hissed to Chris. 

“Just wait." 

BAM! Bass blasted out of the speakers, shuddering the ground. Both girls grinned widely before throwing off the big jumpers they both wore, to reveal t-shirts decorated with flashing stars to match the socks they both pulled up to their knees. Horrified, you heard the lyrics to an all too familiar song.

'I was like

Good gracious- ass is bodacious 

Flirting to show my patience 

I’m waiting for the right time to shoot my steez….’

And without hesitation, both girls started dancing perfectly in time, jumping, sliding and turning, never missing a note as they lip-synced along. There was a roar of noise from the audience, a mixed response of anger and howling laughter. You turned to Chris, who was roaring with laughter, rolling back and forth on his chair, clapping loudly. 

"You taught our daughter the lyrics to Hot in Here by NELLY?”

“But,” Chris had to collect himself for a second he was laughing so hard “but doesn’t she look great!”

“CHRISTOPHER!" 

"It’s a great song! Look, they’re just coming up to the chorus.” You turned back in time to see you, daughter, mouth the lyrics I am getting so hot right now, imma take my clothes off before throwing herself into a cartwheel. You were so shocked you burst out laughing, and then you couldn’t stop. It was brilliant, they’d obviously spent hours on it. The audience was loving it too, most of their classmates cheering them in next to their slightly shell shocked but amused parents. The Sisters, on the other hand, looked horrified, Sister Margret was shaking in her seat, her face so stern it looked as if her forehead was about to crack in two. She started to feverishly whisper to the sister next to her. She jumped out of her seat and scurried behind the speakers, desperately trying to unplug them. Connie and Lina kept going, never missing any lyrics or steps. The speakers were eventually cut off, and the hall erupted into thundering applause. Chris stood up, whopping and pointing proudly at his daughter. “That’s my girl! That’s my daughter!” You laughed at his yells of pride and stood up with him, clapping widely. The lights went up, and Connie’s eyes went straight to the pair of you. She was blushing, but when she saw you, she beamed and waved. A sister grabbed both of them by the shoulder and frog-marched them off stage to a waiting Sister Margaret. She beckoned Chris over too, and for the first time, Chris’s jubilation faltered. 

“I think I’m about to get told off." 

********

"Again,” Chris said for the fourth time “I am so sorry for getting you into trouble honey.” Connie poked her head up from her giant bowl of ice cream.

“It’s only a week of no break times Dad. Besides, it gives us time to learn our next dance.”

“Next dance?” You frowned.

“Lina’s older sister wants us to do another dance for her birthday, to a song called s&m?” Connie shrugged “should be fun." 

Chris’s eyes widened, but you shook your head. Maybe not tonight. Instead, he went up and refilled all your ice cream pots, putting on so many reeses pieces the ice cream was lost. It was Connie’s favourite though, and she squealed in delight before tucking in once more. 

"But I’m proud of you.” Chris threw his arm over his daughter and brought her into his side, her head barely reaching his shoulder. He kissed her head and smiled proudly towards you “didn’t she do amazing?" 

"You did amazing,” you smiled. 

Connie blushed once more. “Lina was better at the dancing than me." 

"Are you kidding? You got moves, kid! Just like your mother,” Chris winked, this time causing your cheeks to tinge pink. Praise and jokes were exchanged until it was time for them to go, the streets cold and icy with snow. Although she was nearly 9, Chris hooked Connie by her armpits and swung her onto his shoulders, one hand holding onto her wriggling foot, so she didn’t fall off. The other handheld yours, making sure he kept close to you as you gingerly walked in your heels to the car. The snow was still falling in from the sky, and it stuck to your coat and to Chris’s beard and made Connie look like a little old woman, her hair was so white. She squealed in delight not caring, sticking her little pink tongue out, trying to catch any snowflakes. It was the perfect image, and you feel your heart warm, seeing your small family together. 

'I haven’t done something yet today,“ Chris suddenly said. 

"What?" 

Chris stopped you for a second to lean in and give you a quick kiss, his lips warm and slightly cracked. He broke then there was another, and then he brought your intertwined hands up to his lips to kiss your hand, where your matching wedding bands knocked against each other. There were flecks of white clinging to his eyelashes, and his eyes glittered from the string of lights everywhere. "I love you both so much.”

“I love you too." 

"Love you three times !” Connie smiled. You both chuckled and continued to walk towards the car “Love you four times” Chris retorted. 

“Love you five times." 

"Six times.”

“Ten times.”

“A hundred times." 

"One Gazillion and three!” Connie yelled, her smile triumphant. 

“Wow. One Gazillion and three,” Chris smiled to you “we’re pretty damn lucky." 

You squeezed his hand. "We really are." 

Overview: Going to a premiere together, you and Chris document the night with a disposable camera, keeping moments just for you. 

A/N: HELLO! I have been MIA for the past 2 months, I am aware of this and I’ve hated it. However its been a really big time for me, I’ve officially started University studying Creative writing and Publishing! I am loving it so far but its been so busy, with surprisingly little time to do my own writing. I am however powering through and have planned ahead a few more imagines so please stay with me I’m trying i SwEaR!

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Word count: 2300 (ish) 

The room was a bustle of chaos. Makeup artists holding fistfuls of brushes, publicists talking tiny phone or typing away on computers, the smell of dozens of Starbucks coffees fuming the room. You had to pause for a moment, try to be the calm in the storm as everyone around you patted, and prodded and cooed. In the grand scheme of things you weren’t even the priority, but you were the date, the girlfriend, and that was just as important. Photographers and reporters will swarm to you like wasps to coke, and so how you looked meant everything. “How’s the dress, honey?” Sierra the seamstress asked. She was crouched by your feet, sewing the last of the details onto the hem. You turned to look in the mirror behind you. The soft teal material billowed around you so as. You moved the trail looked as if you were stood in water, the tulle then wrapped around your waist to rest just over your heart. The silver pendant and rings you wore shimmered in the light as the diamonds stood out against your skin. When this had started you had insisted that you wouldn’t be the centre of attention, it’s not your night after all, but you allowed yourself this moment to awe at your reflection. Looking like this was a rare treat, one that not many people got to experience. You ran your hand gently over the material, smiling softly. “it’s beautiful,” you whispered.

“You look, beautiful darling,” Gianna the designer’s voice boomed over the noise. With her platinum hair hairspray into a helmet of gravity, red lipstick and pointed green glasses, she looked oddly like Rita Skeeter. It was something that you found thoroughly amusing and had to keep pointedly saying her real name. “You’ve done such an amazing job, Gianna,” you smiled “It looks incredible.” Gianna smiled and reached out to grab your arm lightly “YOU look incredible Y/N. He’s not going to know what to do with himself. Now,” you both turned back around to look at your reflection. Gianna shifted the dress slightly and then put both her hands on your shoulders “remember, if anyone asked, you are wearing Me. Okay? ALRIGHT, WE’RE MOVING!” The room snapped to look at you, and suddenly hands were reaching out, a wave of painted nails and hairy knuckles, helping off the sand and starting to direct you towards the door. At one point you almost tripped over your dress and you heard Gianna yell “Someone hold onto her train for goodness sake!”

“oh wait!” You grabbed the disposable camera next to your purse, checking that there were enough photos. This past week you’d been using this to decorate your new office, and tonight you wanted to remember how you looked, unedited and honest. You then made your way out of the room and into the suite next door. If your room had been chaotic this suite was as if there was a national crisis. It was so busy it was almost impossible to move, and people had to yell to let you through. Most people are smiling or doting on how lovely you looked, but you saw a couple of people roll their eyes or pay no attention to you at all; you were only an accessory to them after all.

But all doubt shifted from your brain when the last people parted and you finally saw a glimpse of him. His back was to you, looking in a full-size mirror just like the one next door, but you didn’t need to see his face to already feel your heartbeat wildly.

“Um, Mr Evans?”

“Scott I told you,” Chris’s charming smile widened, a hand on the interns back,” call me Chris.” Scott’s cheeks flushed pink with delight, but was able to hold onto his professional facade as he continued “Your publisher is asking when you wanted the car to come around.”

“Whenever works best for the driver.”

“Of course Mr Ev-Chris” With one pat on the back Scotty scuttled out of the room, hurriedly muttering into his earpiece. Chris turned and stopped when he saw you. His face changed to one of childlike awe, his eyes looking you up and down as if this was the first time he was seeing you. He tried to find words to say, and when he couldn’t all he could do was clap a hand to his chest and take a step back. “Wow.” Everyone laughed. He walked forward and lightly kissed you on the cheek, wrapping you up in his arms. “you look beautiful,” he whispered into your ear. Hugging back you smiled “so do you.”

“Well that’s just a given,” he joked. He squeezed you around the waist, and you could tell he didn’t want to be this restricted, by the way his hands moved slowly up and down your body. He pulled away for another moment to look you up and down, his eyes shining with sheer joy. For a second it was as if it was just the two of you, but that moment was fleeting as Chris’s usher coughed loudly. “the car is ready for you Mr Evans.”

“Thank you,” Chris reluctantly let you go, but only for a moment to turn back to the mirror once more. He went to reach out for your hand but a hoard of people had split the two of you apart. It was okay, you reminded yourself, you knew there would be moments of tonight where Chris would have to be just Chris, it was something you two had talked about before tonight. Instead, you clicked the dial on the disposable camera and snapped a couple of shots, Gianna insisting on getting a couple of you so she could have one for her records. Then you were gently pushed once more out into the corridor but this time were escorted to take the wide marble imperial staircase to the hotel’s foyer. As you were at the top of the stairs Chris was halfway down the stairs, listening to his publicist. “Chris!’ You called. He looked up, his smile once again ad you waved the camera briefly. “Smile!’ The camera flashed and you both chuckled, You winding it up again and taking another one, although this time you’re sure you got the publicist’s scowl. “Come join me!” He called. The publicist tried to say something but Chris ignored him, making everyone wait whilst you awkwardly pushed past people on the stairs until you were by his side. This time he was able to reach out and intertwine your hand with his. “You ready?”

“Of course.” You both smiled, and then the procession continued, down the corridor outside into the cold February air. There was already flashes of cameras waiting outside but the pair of you quickly stepped into the car, which zoomed off down and joined the late traffic of London. You both were able to breathe a little easier, and this time he didn’t have to be restricted as he was before. Grabbing your hand once more he gently pulled you over so you were sat next to him, one of his arms looped around your shoulders, his fingertips gently drumming on your collarbone. He peppered a couple of kisses on your temple, then picked up the disposable camera. “Okay just stay where you are.”

“Why?” You laughed.

“because I want one photo of you now, one that only we will see. And no matter what photos of us are taken, we’ll have one each of us, and they’ll be the ones that we care about.”

“If that wasn’t you saying that I would have cringed so hard at that.”

“Just smile.”

So you did, the flash bright and blinding for that second. He took a couple more, including one of you laughing at a comment he said. Then it was your turn, so you took a couple of him. You already knew they were going to be your favourite photos him, and suddenly this plastic camera was the most important thing you owned.

“We’ve arrived Mr Evans,” the driver informed from the front, and the car crawled to a stop. You could already hear the screams of fans and the yells of photographers, and Chris turned once more to you. “You nervous?”

“No.” And it was true, now you were here you were surprised at how calm you were. “I’ll be here if you want me-“

“Well you are my date so I guess that’s a yes?”

“You’re hilarious. I’ll be there for photos and stuff if you want me, but If not then that’s fine.”

“I want you there. If you’re good I will be too.”

There was one more pause, one more moment of calm. “I wish I could kiss you right now,” he laughed “but If I smudge anything right now you’ll never leave this car.”

“There’s time for that after,” you winked cheekily.

“ah of course. And 5 Guys.”

“It is the tradition.”

Chris kissed your intertwined fingers “I love you.”

Hearing that still made your heart flutter “I love you too.” And together, you stepped out, into the chaos.

The green carpet winded through hoards of people, staining the usual grey of the London pavement. As the film was based in the 60s the lights were all vintage spotlights, brass and stained with age, and gorgeous jazz music crackled through speakers covered by fake vines and greenery. Behind the barriers, the crowd roared as first Chris stepped out and then opened your door for you, holding onto your purse with the camera stowed safety away as you gingerly shimmied out. As a couple, you started to walk by the wall of paparazzi, but yous stopped when you felt the dress tug underneath you. “ I think my shoe is stuck,” you called over the yells of “CHRIS! LOOK THIS WAY!”

“Hang on.” Without hesitation, Chris got down on his knee and carefully shifted your skirt until he found the tell caught around your heel. As he gently started to untangle it he jokingly tickled the soft skin by your ankle, causing you to laugh loudly.

“Stop it.”

“Stop what?” Her mocked innocence, but he did it again, you laughed harder, this time teetering a little on the other heel. Before you could even be scared to fall Chris was back on his feet, grabbing your arm and pulling you close, your arm naturally wrapping around his waist. “Honestly,” his sarcastic eye roll matching his teasing tone “I can’t take you anyway.”

The cameras were loving this, flashes happening so much that your vision was blurred slightly by purple blotches. You could see enough to smack him lightly with your purse before kissing him lightly just bit the ear, where the shimmer lipstick wouldn’t be seen as much. You both then complied and stood for photos, looking at different angles, always close holding hands or arms around each other’s waist. At one point Chris whispered the lyrics to the song playing in your ear, and once again you could feel your cheeks flush pink. He loved that too, so continued to whisper the words of Frank Sinatra and Paul Anka in your ear, meaning every word but enjoying the way you physically melted. He continued to do this to you throughout the night too, putting his hand high up on your thigh during the movie or commenting in interviews how gorgeous you were, dragging you over and telling everyone how amazing Gianna had been with your dress. At one point he accidentally called her Rita and you both burst out laughing, leaving the poor interviewer looking politely confused, before awkwardly avoiding the subject. It was a night of Champagne and compliments, the deposable camera documenting it all. Some photos were taken with fans too, including an amazing one of a fan so overcome with emotion with Chris posing for a photo she burst out sobbing just as the flash went. Many introductions and how did you meet conversations were exchanged, so by the time you both crawled back into the car 5 hours later, your throats were dry and feet sore from walking.

“I’m starving.” He didn’t even have to say and the car was already pulling back into the traffic, a call ensuring asking for food delivery to be delivered to the hotel. As you rested against Chris, you heard him humming some of the songs from the premiere. His voice buzzed gently through his body into yours, causing you to become almost warm. His shoulder was warm from where he’d worn a jacket all night, now off and on the seat beside him, the smell of his cologne lingering only slightly. To you it was one of those moments where everything seemed to be that little bit softer; the flashing light from the passing street lights, turning the back seat momentarily orange. The material of his shirt, the way his chin rubbed against your now dishevelled hair. The way he continued to hum his love songs, knowing that they were all for to you. Everything in that moment was real, a moment that only you would have. Knowing that you smiled into his chest, allowing his arms to wrap around you, your joint humming filling the car with its warmth.

Overview: Your kids are dressing up as Superhero’s for school and Chris is surprised when someone is missing…..

A/N  New Chris guys!! Another request, I'm still working through the list don't worry but feel free to keep sending me requests for anything you want. Hope you guys enjoy this one thank you for all the support :) 

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“Kids!” You yelled up the stairs “You better be down here in two minutes or I’m eating your breakfasts.” 

There was a thud and a yell, but then a small “we’re coming!” Could be heard. The baby squished into his high chair crowed in response. You turned thinking he wanted something, but he was too occupied with squishing toast with his hands. 

“Honey, can you make sure that Eli actually eats that? I cant keep feeding him animal biscuits five times a day.” Chris looked up from the book he was reading, eyes slightly dazed, then turned and smiled at his son. With one hand he gently unhooked his sons grubby fingers and wiggled the toast strip in front of his mouth “Come on little man.” Eli scrunched his nose in protest, but a little more coaxing from his Dad caused him to giggle and start eating. Chris’s eyes crinkled with pleasure. 

You rewarded Chris with a large cup of coffee and a brief stroke through his messy hair. He leant into the touch like a cat, humming slightly, then jerked his head slightly. “I’m too sleep deprived right now for that.” 

“i know how you feel. ” You crouched by your youngest child and peppered kisses all over his cheek, causing Eli to squeal and blow spit bubbles. “It’s worth it though,” you cooed. “KIDS! YOU BETTER BE READY!”

“So today is superhero day?” Chris said “At least this time you don’t have to worry about last minute costumes.” He paused and then smiled widely “Are one of them dressed up as me?”

“um-“

“DADDDD! WE’RE READY!”

Chris dropped the paper on the table and shifted his seat so he and Eli were facing the hallway. “alright, let me see your costumes.” 

On that cue there was a thundering of feet and the twins came skidding into the kitchen. They stopped and posed, hands on hips and grinning with glee. “What do you think Dad?” Joni giggled cheekily. 

Chris looked, took a second, then his face slacked in horror. “Why is Harry dressed as Iron man?” 

Harry pulled the plastic mask off his face to reveal a scrunched up look of humour “Because Iron Man is the best!” He thrust his arm out, pew pewing right at Chris’ chest. Eli gurgled happily. You fought back a smile and went back to slicing up banana “We watched the first Iron Man so he could practise.” 

“But-but” He seemed to be buffering “he’s not captain America.” 

“Captain America sucks.” 

“you take that back young man,” Chris swooped and hoisted his eldest up over his broad shoulder, a high pitched squeal of terrified glee. “Try and fight your way out of this now.” 

“Robert could,” you joked. 

“i would throw Eli’s soggy toast at you but I’ve been banned doing that In front of the kids,” Chris pointed a finger warningly in your direction. “And stop wriggling you’re tickling me,” he spoke over his shoulder, his voice edged with laughter as he squirmed under his sons touch. Harry continued to poke at his Dad’s waist until Chris had to drop him, harry running over to play with Eli instead. 

“Hey Dad,” Joni ran around the table so Chris could have a better look at her costume “What do you think of mine?”

“You look great,” Chris smiled at his daughter’ elaborate doctor strange costume, biro facial hair included “but wouldn’t you want to dress like Daddy? Captain America was the first avenger.”

“Technically Captain marvel was the first avenger,” you pointed out. Chris Shot you look of betrayal.  “Joni you’d look so good.”

“Are you saying I don’t look good now?” Joni’s eyes went wide, and her voice grew small. You and Chris caught eyes over her head and you shook your head in a don’t you dare warning. Chris turned back to his daughter and pulled her into his side, rubbing her arm as if she was cold. 

“you look amazing sweetheart.”He pulled her up onto his lap and quickly kissed her forehead “I love the beard. I should teach you how to shave.” He pretended to shave Joni’s chin and that caused her to giggle lightly, mirroring him by running her hand all over the light stubble on his Jawline. You mouthed thank you and Chris winked quickly, grinning. The twins started clambering for their food and for a moment the conversation was diverted to cereal choices and contents of sandwiches. Harry kept picking up the orange juice and trying to make it explode, although this ended with Eli’s hair matting with juice. 

It seems as if Chris had led it go. “Harry can you pass-“

 “-How about if I give you one of the real shields?”

“Chris!”

“Only one of the small ones!” He reassured. 

“Our son is 6 there’s no way he’s going to be able to carry your shield around.” 

“But he’s dressed as IRON MAN!” 

“And he worked all week on his costume so be nice.”

“And what about Joni? Doctor Strange isn’t even that good. OW!” Chris turned to his smirking daughter “Did you just throw a banana at me?” 

‘Kids, go get your shoes on, we’re going to be late.” 

“I need to do something before we go,” Chris was unclipping Eli from his highchair, pressing him close to his chest and he hurried out of the kitchen.

“Chris?” You called “what are you doing with my son?” 

“I’LL BE ONE MINUTE!” He yelled running up the stairs. You bundled kids in coats and bags, did a last minute fix of Joni’s costume, took photos to tease them in the future years, and we’re just about to buckle them up in the car when Chris came running back. His eyes were gleaming as he proudly held his son out like he was presenting him on top of pride rock. 

“You didn’t.” 

“Yes. I. Did.” Eli squirmed with joy, smacking his hand against the mini captain America helmet that has been  rammed onto his head.  He was so chunky with the armour Chris was struggling to clip his seat belt in. “You had to give him a shield too?” You smirked. 

“What? He has to look the part.”

“He just threw it at his sister.”

“He’s really committing to the role!” 

You wrapped your arms around his chest and kissed him briefly “You’re an idiot.”

Chris rubbed his chin softly against your head for a moment, blocking out the chattering of children for a split second and being themselves, not just the parents. ‘i love you too.” 

“DAD! DAD ELI JUST THREW UP ON MY COSTUME!” Harry’s furious shriek broke the moment. 

Chris chuckled with pride as you turned to clean the mess up. “Thats my boy.”