When twenty-eight-year-old Sebastian Stan scores a huge role for Marvel's newest superhero origin movie, secretly dedicated to his best friend's cute obsession with the comics, both Sebastian and (y/n) meet "some guy" from Boston and (y/n) falls in...
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She notices me after managing to put the piece on and walks over to me, keeping the 'friendly' distance. "I'm so glad you grew out your hair." she says.
"What's the headpiece for?"
"Just a tech touch. Holographic Starktech, supposed to help me aim better with my trusty rifle." she winked at me playfully.
I nodded my head in understanding, the small smirk on my lips faltering as I noticed the various pins in her hair and the faint smell of hairspray. Even with her hair down she'd be able to do her stunts, but she hated wearing hairspray as much as she hated wearing wigs... but I don't think she'd mind because what's exciting about this shoot is that she's going to be on a motorcycle, her specialty, this would help her a lot.
"Stan, let's go!" someone yells for me, cars and trucks rumbling to life as everyone rushes in with the light stands and cameras.
"Alright doll, I'll see you later." I wave at (y/n), who gives me a grin and a whisper of 'good luck' before I walk into the car.
Showtime.
⚠️ Spoilers to "Captain America: Civil War" ⚠️
General POV:
In his dark blue, armored suit with his shield on his arm, Steve stands in the middle of small apartment in an abandoned building. He looks around it, noting the mattress on the floor, adorned with disheveled covers, the apartment covered in various bits of worn, cheap looking furniture. The kitchen and bedroom are in the same room. Steve finds a notebook on top of the fridge, underneath a few energy bars, picking it up and scanning through it. There are tabs of varying colors sticking out from amongst the pages, words scribbled down, newspaper clippings and a few torn pages of books, some with colorized pictures of the war.
"Heads up Cap, German Special Forces, approaching from the south." (y/n) says through the radio. Steve presses two fingers on his comms, replying.
"Understood. Keep post Siren."
"Roger."
Bucky's standing behind Steve as he slowly sets the book down, seeing him through his peripheral vision, slowly turning around to face the brunet with a gentle approach, shoulders relaxed but stance firm. "Do you know me?"
Bucky stares at him, no emotion playing on his features, but he's tense. "You're Steve. I read about you in a museum."
"They've set the perimeter." Sam says.
Steve looks back at Bucky. "Hey, I know you're nervous. And you have plenty of reason to be. But you're lying."
"Look, I wasn't in Vienna. I don't do that anymore."
"They're entering the building."
"Well, the people who think you did are coming here now. And they're not planning on taking you alive."
