Eleanor's p.o.v

*February- Monday*

"How long are you going to be gone again?" I was hugging Chris tightly around the waist, people zipping past us to get to their gates.

"Only about a week, and I promise to call as much as I can, maybe even throwing a FaceTime in there occasionally. We'll just have to figure out the time difference." He squeezed me tightly when his gate number was called, preparing to let me go. "I love you."

"I love you too." He leaned down and gave me a kiss, slowly pulling away to board the plane. I watched him until I could only see his back, dreading the next week.

This would be the first time Chris and I had spent time apart from each other since we started dating, and now that we're living together it's gonna be weird wondering around that big house all by myself. Seb had offered to come over whenever to hang out, and when I walked into the silent house I knew he was going to be over here a lot more than he'd expected.

You'd think having lived on my own for six years would mean that I'd be fine for a week, but I'd gotten so used to having Chris and Seb around that I no longer liked being by myself. I threw my purse onto the table we had next to the entrance looking around at our messy house. We'd been gone so much over the holidays, then I began filming and Chris was both doing interviews for Winter Soldier and getting ready to film the next Avengers movie, so we hadn't had much time to clean.

With that thought, I tied my hair up in a messy bun and set off to clean the house. Music cranked loud, cleaning supplies in hand I started in our room since it was the messiest, slowly working my way around until I ended up in the work out room. As I was jamming out, dancing awkwardly with my broom, I knocked something over and scrambled to pick it up. 

Luckily it had only been one of Chris' bars that he used to lift weights, but when I went to pick it up I noticed a piece of paper next to it. I unfolded the note, letting my eyes skim what it said.

Hey Doll, I don't know if you'll see this, but knowing you you'll deep clean the whole damn house to distract yourself resulting in you finding this note. It's cheesy as hell, I know, but I'm a romantic and you know that. I just wanted to tell you that I love you so, so much, more than you could ever possibly know, and I'm missing you already my love. Since I'm already being cliche I figured I'd add something for you to think about while I'm gone, which just so happens to be my favorite thing about you. On our next call, I want you to tell me what you think I love most about you, and I'll tell you if your right or not. Think hard, it won't be obvious. Love, your Jellybean.

I grinned at his silliness, hugging the note to my chest for a moment. Once I'd finished cleaning the last room in our gigantic house, my mind riddled with thoughts of what Chris could possibly have chosen as his favorite aspect of me, I hopped in the shower to rinse off. Just as I'd gotten dressed my phone rang, and I hastily picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Hey Ellie Bell! How you doing?"

"I'm lonely, are you still willing to come over to keep me company?"

"Of course! I was actually calling to see if you wanted me to pick up something for dinner."

"Uh, yeah sure, why not. I honestly didn't realize how late it was getting."

"Cool, I'll be over in a few with food."

"Sounds good, love ya!"

"Mwah!"

I giggled as I hung up the phone, Seb always knew how to make me feel better. I set out blankets, pillows, and snacks just like I always do when Seb is coming over, laying out movies that I'd be willing to watch while he's here. That was something I appreciated about Chris, he knew that Sebby and I were nothing more than friends, and didn't mind him coming over even when he wasn't around. I can't stand guys that get jealous of your guy friends, it's so annoying.

Soon, a knock sounded on my door, and Sebby walked in pizza in hand. We sat down to eat, picking a random movie to start with while we ate, but once we were finished we began talking.

"So, how's the engaged life?" I laughed lightly, subconsciously fiddling with my ring.

"It's great, especially since we aren't going straight into wedding planning mode. I know eventually we will have to talk about it, but it's nice to have the commitment without the stress. How have you been Sebby, any special ladies?" Seb pushed my shoulder when I wiggled my eyebrows at him.

"Not really, I actually have been feeling a little lonely lately. I know I can come hang out with you and Chris anytime, and I know you don't mean to make me feel like a third wheel, but it's kind of inevitable that I will."

"Aw, Sebby." I reached out and rubbed his arm, his confession making me feel a little guilty.

"Don't feel bad, you and Chris are great for each other, and I'm sure my match is out there too, I guess I'm just tired of waiting is all."  The conversation kind of fell off after that, neither of us knowing what to say. It wasn't long before I was drifting off to sleep with my head leaned on Seb's shoulder.

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*Two days later- Wednesday*

They'd just called it a day for filming on the Diamondback movie, telling us that we were getting close to being done, when Megan caught me staring at my phone for the umpteenth time today. She threw her arm around me, looking down at my phone as well.

"You're staring at that thing like it has answers to life's most perplexing questions, are you waiting on a text from lover boy?" My heart dropped a little at her words, the anxiety I've been feeling building slightly. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"He hasn't called or texted since he left. He promised he'd call everyday. I know I'm probably overreacting, but it's just not like him to break a promise, and I didn't think anything of it yesterday, figuring it was a matter of time difference. Now though.... I just don't know." Megan pulled me into a hug, rubbing my back softly.

"I'm sure it's nothing babe, he probably just hasn't found time yet."

"Not even to send me a quick text saying he was alive?" I knew I was being childish, but this just wasn't like Chris at all.

"Guys don't think about doing stuff like that."

"Chris does!" I twiddled with my ring, which had become a nervous habit lately, beginning to pace back and forth. Before I could say anything else, my phone chimed and I ran to pick it up.

Jellybean😍❤️💍- Can't talk rn sorry, love you!

"Okay, I've seen how you two text, and that is a little strange, normally he's so disgustingly romantic I want to puke." She was right, Chris rarely ever sent me short texts like that, and there was always an i before the love you, because let's be honest, there's a difference.

"A-at least he texted, that's all that matters." Megan looked like she was going to say something, but decided against it and nodded.

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*Two days later- Friday*

"And that's all he's texted you the entire time?" I sighed, throwing my arm over my eyes to keep from tearing up.

"Yes Mama Evans, it's just so unlike him. I hate involving you, but I didn't know if maybe you knew something I didn't, or if you had advise or something." It was her turn to sigh, a moment of silence passing over the phone.

"I don't know what to tell you sweet girl. Have you tried initiating any conversations? You know, texting him?"

"A couple times I've asked how it's going, but that's it. Should I try again? Maybe try calling?"

"If he doesn't contact today then yes, you should. I just can't believe he's ghosting you." I swallowed the lump in my throat, forcing a laugh at her joke. "Well, I've got to go sweetheart, let me know how it goes."

"Okay, Mama Evans, will do." With that the line went dead, and I rolled over to look at Chris' empty side of the bed. "What's going on with you Christopher Evans."

The day dragged on, not a word from Chris . I tried texting, calling, and Skyping, but didn't receive an answer to any of them. If he didn't pick his damn phone up he was going to have a lot of explaining to do when he got back.

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*Three days later- Monday*

Chris never said anything other than that one short text the whole week. Anyone else and I wouldn't have cared, hell, my own family barely talks to me anymore and it doesn't bother me, but him ignoring me broke my heart. 

Seb was pissed since he was the one having to deal with my breakdowns, and I was a little worried about Chris surviving the ride home since I'd sent Seb to pick him up for me. I know it's childish, but I couldn't find it within me to be nice to him just yet, not until he explained himself. The funny thing was, if he had sent me simple things to say we were okay I would've been fine, but I felt like he was mad at me or something, and that's why I've been freaking out. I didn't want to lose him.

I heard yelling outside, and pulled the curtain aside to see what was going on. Sure enough, there stood my fiancée and my best friend locked in a heated argument. I quickly put on some shoes and rushed out the door, standing between them just as they were starting to progress towards each other.

"Hey! What's going on?" I asked Seb, still not ready to look at Chris.

"This dumbass doesn't know what he did wrong!"

"How the hell is that my fault!?" I could imagine the vein popping out of Chris' neck right now, but wouldn't turn to see if I was correct. Seb stepped forward once again.

"You don't get to treat her like this! Not her! She deserves better than this, and if you can't see that then you don't deserve her!" Seb's words shocked me, and I finally turned to look at Chris. Nothing seemed to have changed over the week other than the fact that his beard was gone. He looked hurt by what Seb said, also turning to look at me. When our eyes met, it was like a screen had been lifted and his face fell.

"Oh my god..." He placed a hand over his mouth, tears welling in his eyes. "I-I never called did I?"

"No, you didn't. All you sent was ONE shitty text. What the hell man?" I closed my eyes to steady myself, letting Seb take the lead for the moment.

"Doll I... I don't even know what to say. I'm such a dick." He reached out to me, but Seb placed a hand on his chest.

"You're gonna have to do better than that pal."

"Sebby, it's fine." Their heads snapped in my direction, since this was the first time I'd spoken. "Actually, it's not fine, but you don't have to defend me, I can do it myself. Thank you for picking him up."

"Of course Ellie Bell, anything for you. Do you want me to stay?" I thought for a moment, then shook my head. "Okay, I'll see you later then."

I watched as he drove off, silently walking back to the house when he was out of sight. Chris followed, trying desperately to get me to answer him, but I ignored his attempts just like he'd done to me this past week. My little game lasted for a while, it lasted through him setting his stuff down, through him doing his laundry, through me making dinner, through us eating dinner. I kept it going until just before he was about to turn the light out for us to go to bed.

"Sucks doesn't it?" After recovering from his momentary shock, he shook his head.

"What sucks?"

"Being ignored." He closed his eyes and sighed.

"Yeah, it does. I'm so sorry, I've just been on my own for so long that I didn't think to call or text."

"You couldn't have at least answered?" I sat up straight, all the pent up anger I had finally releasing. "I thought you were pissed at me for something! I thought you'd had time to think about it and decided that you didn't really want me anymore! I thought I lost you Chris! Do you know how much that hurt? How panicked it made me feel to think that I might've lost the best thing that has ever happened to me just like that? And to make it worse, I didn't even know why I'd lost you! It was hell Chris! Absolute fucking hell! And you caused it."

Tears streamed steadily down my face as I gritted my teeth. I didn't realize just how upset I was until now. My breathing came in gasps, and I realized I'd worked myself up to a full blown panic attack. I gripped at my chest, trying to relieve the pressure there, feeling as if I couldn't breath because of it. Chris tried to reach out and hold me, but I held my hand up to stop him, carefully climbing out of the bed and walking out of the room.

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*Three days later- Thursday*

Chris and I had barely spoken since my incident. It wasn't nearly as hard as I thought it would be to avoid him even though I was living in the same house as him. Between me filming, and him hitting the press tours and such we were both out most of the day, we no longer ate dinner together, and I'd moved back into the guest bedroom for the time being. One might say this was our first official fight, and I hated it.

Seb offered to let me stay with him, but I knew I couldn't let it get that bad over something that should've been small. When people start moving out it makes everything that much more serious, and I wasn't willing to do that. 

Lisa had been the true saving grace through this since she knew Chris better than anyone. We had frequent phone calls consisting of her telling me he'd come around while I sobbed for her to listen. I don't know what I'd do without her. I was currently watching the trailer that the Brothers had just released for Diamondback on my laptop, one headphone in one out so I could still hear what was going on around me.

Just as the trailer finished I heard a light knocking on my door. None other than Christopher Robert Evans himself leaned against the doorway, looking like a god.

"May I come in?" I nodded silently, shifting on the bed to make room for him. "I saw your trailer, it looks awesome, you already have tons of people fawning over you."

"Thanks." My voice came out in a whisper. "What are you doing in here, Chris?"

"I came to say I fucked up, bad, and I want to make it right. I don't know how, so you'll have to tell me. I'll do anything though Eleanor, I need you back doll. I understand now what you went through, and you're right, it's torturous hell. I miss you." I looked into his tear filled eyes for the first time since that night, any lasting animosity fading away as I got lost in their blue.

"Okay." I shifted so that I was leaning against him, closing my eyes at how good it felt to be in his embrace again. "I forgive you."

"Thank god." He pulled me into a long overdo kiss, spending the rest of the night making me forget why I was ever mad in the first place.

(A/N- Well there you go, their first fight. What did you think of it? Was it too petty? Lol comment and vote.❤️)