Background: You and Scarlett Johansson used to be married. You are currently Engaged to Elizabeth Olsen.
Male Reader. Chris Evans little brother because why not. Chris is 40. Scarlett is 37. Lizzie is 33 and you (Matthew) are 35. Rose is 7.
Word count: 2021
Warnings: Mentions of Death, Drugs, Alcohol and Verbal Abuse.
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Matthew POV
"Hey Rosie Posey." I greeted the small child. She was sat at the snacks table on set alone. "Where's mama? Or Colin?" I asked her confused why she was alone.
"Mama's filming and daddy's gone to his work." Daddy. That hurt.
"Okay. You want to hang out with me till mama finishes?" I offered. She quickly accepted and we spent the rest of the day hanging out. We did things like stole Sebs ice cream from the freezer, we took Chris' shield so when he went to get it for his scene he couldn't find it. We gave it back eventually but it was funny.
Eventually Scarlett was finished with her scenes.
"Hey Rose. You gave fun with Matthew today?" Scarlett asked taking the child from me protectively.
"Yeah. I love Matty! Can we hang out more Matty?" She asked with puppy eyes.
"Another day Rosie." I smiled at her. She cheered making both me and Scarlett smile widely. "Hey, Scar. Can I talk to you? Without Rose around?" I asked. She nodded and asked Chris to watch Rose while we talked. He understood and took her back to his trailer while Scar and I went to mine.
"You have her call him Daddy?" I asked quickly getting straight to the point once we got in my trailer.
"Yeah." She replied as if it were obvious.
"He's not her dad." I replied with a pissed off tone, and rightfully so.
"He's more of a dad to her then you ever were, Matthew!" She said quickly matching my pissed tone.
"Only because you didn't let me! I wanted to be there but YOU didn't allow me. I wanted to see my little girl grow up and you pushed me away!" I countered.
"You couldn't look after yourself, let alone a child!" She shouted. It was quiet for a moment. "Sor-" I cut her off.
"You're right." I swallowed hard. I sat on the couch next to her. "I wasn't able to look after myself but even when I was and I tried to prove that to you, you still kept me away from her. Why? Why couldn't you just give me a chance? Let me see my daughter and do normal things a father does?" I asked now in a calmer voice.
"Because I was scared." I replied looking at her lap. Playing with the rings in her fingers.
"Scar." I started making her look at me. "I know I hurt you. I never ment to, believe me. But I would never hurt Rosie. In no way. No on purpose or by accident. Not physically or emotionally." She looked back down. The silence was deafening. "I assume she doesn't know?" I questioned.
"No. She knows Colin isn't her real dad but she doesn't know you are. We talk about you though, I never named you personally but she asks about her daddy. She asks to hear stories and asks what you were like. A few weeks ago she asked if you left because you didn't want her. I told her that you did want her but you had to leave for grown up reasons." She told me. I smiled at my daughter's interest.
"You ever plan on telling her the real reason I left?" I quired. She nodded.
"Yeah. When she is old enough to understand then I'll tell her."
"I have to assume that Colin knows. The guy really seems to hate me. Rightfully so. I would hate me if it were the other way round."
"Yeah, he knows. He knows all of it. But he doesn't hate you. He doesn't like you at all but hate, no. You're still Roses dad she he'll never hate you." She paused for a moment. "Does Lizzie know?" I shook my head no. "None of it." I shook my head again. "You have to tell her, Matthew. Your marrying her. She has a right to know."
"What am I supposed to say? 'Oh yeah. By the way Lizzie. I have two kids. The older one, my son, died and when he did I got addicted to drugs and alcohol and abused the mother of my children and my ex-wife who also happens to be one of your best friends'?" I said quickly and angrily, pacing around the room.
"You what!?" I head a new voice from behind me. It made me stop pacing around.
"Shit." I said quietly to myself but no doubt they both head.
"I'll let the two of you talk." Scar said dismissing her self.
"Scar." I called her name before she left. She turned to face me. "I am truly sorry. You never deserved that, nobody does. I really wish it never happened." I said genuinely.
"I know, Matt. I'm sorry too. It's okay though. It happened and now we are moving on." I nodded my head in agreement.
"Will you think it over? Please? If not for me then for her?" I begged. She nodded her head with a small smile and left.
I sat down resting my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands.
"Please tell me that's not true." My fiancée begged. I stayed silent giving her her answer. "It was Scarlett?" I nodded. "Will you tell me what happened?" I nodded again.
These will all be flashbacks of events leading up to this point
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January 2012:
"Matthew?" Scarlett called through the house. We had been dating since 2011 when I met her when my older brother Chris was working on Avengers with her.
"In the living room, baby." I called back.
"Can you come here?" She asked. I quickly made my way up to our room to find it empty.
"Scar?" I questioned. I headed crying from the bathroom, so I went over to the door and knocked. "Scar? Baby? Can I come in?" I head a small yes followed by a sniffle. I opened the door and she was leaning against the wall crying. "Baby, what's wrong?" I said hugging her. She didn't reply. She put her hand in the pocket of her hoodie and pulled out a small stick. I instantly knew what was going on.
"What am I going to do?" She asked.
"That's your choice but I'll tell you what in going to do. If you chose to have the baby, that's okay. I'll still be here and I'll support and look after you both. If you don't want it that's okay too. I'll still love you the same." I kissed her head lovingly.
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August 26th 2012:
"What's his name?" Scarlett's mom asked impatiently. I got lost in the sleeping baby in my arms. He had his mom's hair and nose but my eyes, lips and face shape.
"Asher Steve Evans." Scarlett said sleepily from the bed next to me.
I pressed a light kiss to her head and whispered quietly, "He's perfect, my love." She made grabby hands for the baby so of course I have him to her.
"I want another one." She said looking at him. "I don't want him to be an only child. He needs a friend to play with." She said with a smile.
"We'll talk about it, baby. Sleep for now."
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December 2013:
"I'm not the best at speeches and big romantic gestures so I'll try and keep this short. You are the most amazing woman ever, Scarlett. I love you so much. You have brought me my son, soon my daughter too. I love you will ever fibre of my existence. Will you marry me?" I asked hopefully.
She nodded her head with tears in her eyes. A quiet "Yes." was all that could be heard.
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August 30th 2014:
"Asher, this is your little sister. Rose." Scarlett said in a soft voice to the two year old boy.
"She's so small." The boy replied observing his sister. "Can I hold her, mama?" He asked.
"I'll help." I said sitting my boy on the chair, then gently placing my daughter in his arms, supporting her head with my hand.
"I'll protect you forever, Rosie. No matter how far away from you I am." He whispered to his younger sister.
Scarlett and I looked at eachother smiling. The pair were bound to be a force to be reckoned with.
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February 2015:
"I'm sorry Mr and Mrs Evan, he won't have long. There isn't anything we can do to help him. I suggest letting him have fun before he goes. Make the most of the last month or two."
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April 22nd 2015:
"Asher Steve Evans was a happy boy who won the heart of everyone who met him. He left us too quickly. He deserved more. To his family, we all give our condolences." Robert Downey Jr spoke of his Godson at his funeral.
My son. Gone. Never to hear his happy laugh again.
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July 2015:
"We're have you been?" Scarlett asked. 2am. That's the time I got home.
"Out, you don't have to monitor my life." I grumbled.
"Are you high again!?" She shouted.
"So what if I am! What are you going to do about it?" I shouted going into the kitchen, she followed me through.
"I'm your wife, Matthew! We have a daughter who needs her father and I need my husband. We don't need this high, drunken idiot!" I lost it and threw the glass I had in my hand on the floor.
"Do not call me an idiot! You are worthless and a whore! You have no right to call me an idiot, slut!" (I hate myself for writing this but it's just part of the story. It makes me feel so horrible though!) I slurred in her face.
"Get out. Get out of my house and sort your life out!" She pushed me out the front door, into the rain, and locked the door behind me.
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September 2015:
"Matthew! You got mail!" Scott shouted from downstairs.
I opened the envelope to find divorce papers and a small note.
Sign these and I'll take care of the rest. Have a good life, Matthew.
I signed them and sent them back to her home address.
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March 2016:
"Let me see her!" I shouted at Scarlett.
"No! Absolutely not! You have no legal rights to her! As far as she is concerned you are not her father!" She shouted back.
"Because you haven't let me see her in seven months! She's a baby! She'll have no idea who I am just let me see her!" I argued back.
"No! Get out of my house before I call the cops, Matthew." I begrudgingly left.
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Present:
"Wow. That's a lot to take in." Lizzie said quietly.
"You still want to have a future with me?" I wouldn't blame her if she said no and left. She thought about it for a moment.
"Yes. I do. Because you made those mistakes and now you're fixing them. You won't make them again, I'm sure. I can see how bad you feel for that and how sorry you are. I can see that you're trying to be there for Rose and I understand why you're scared to have more children. We can work through that though. I never got to meet Asher but he sounded amazing. I'm sure he and Rose would have been amazing siblings." She paused for a few minutes. She was so supportive and understanding. Anyone else would have left without a second thought. "I'm proud of you for owning up to your mistakes and trying to fix them. And I'm proud and greatful for you telling me this. It's probably really difficult and I understand why you didn't tell me sooner." She cuddled into my side. "I'm not going to leave you though, Matthew. I love you." She whispered quietly.
"I love you too."