Again, Uni is super busy... I try to write as much as I can, publishing new chapters as I finish them, don't know how long until the next one.

After a few hours, and probably a little too much wine, we went to our own rooms, to get some sleep before the next busy day. As I made my way to my room, I heard the guys chatting and laughing in Chris's room. I was glad to hear he was having fun, as nervous as he was earlier.

The next day was great again, I spent more time with Chris, but also with the girls, who had really included me in their group. During the panels and photo and signature ops, I walked around the halls and backstage, walking into the different marvel actors in their wing, having a coffee together from time to time. This way I got the spend time with all the different actors throughout the day.

Even though everyone was nice to me, especially Chris, Sebastian and Tom Hiddleston made a point of being nice to me, flashing their million dollar smiles as soon as they saw me, insisting to get me coffee, or something to eat. I knew why Chris was being kind, I had helped him, and he got me involved with the whole press tour in the first place, but the other two, I wasn't sure I wanted the extra attention, a little afraid to give them any mixed signals that would hurt them later on. Luckily I already had been pretty clear about my intentions early on, so I really wouldn't be the one to blame.

Not that I minded, I had thought about those smiles so many times, and to see them directed at me was a dream come true. I was strangely good with my words around them, and all other famous people who joined my phonebook these last few days. I had expected to be way more nervous, but they were all so nice, kind and included me in everything they did.

That night, there was a cast dinner with the Russo brothers and Kevin Feige where I was not allowed to join, Chris and RDJ argued that I could be trusted, and was part of this press tour. I waved it away, saying it was to problem, I could entertain myself for a night, and they had already done so much for me.

So that night, I made my way through Rome, on my own. It was quite a bit different from walking in the big group; there was no one looking at me, or even in my direction, with the biggest eyes they could. I saw all the tourist traps that we couldn't see earlier and walked into a small pizzeria for dinner.

Crazy enough, someone did recognize me as I sat down, and asked if she could join me. Since there was really no reason to say no, and I had gotten used to always having someone to talk to around, I accepted, and we started talking. I told her as much as I thought was smart and left any details out.

She seemed very interested, which I totally understood; I would have had the same reaction if it were the other way around. She asked very specific questions, like what is was like to hang out with these people, who I spent most of my time with.

I tried to keep my answers as vague as I could, without blowing her off completely. The wine we had with the dinner was probably not helping my closed-lipness though... But overall, we had a great time together.

After dinner, I walked around a bit more, enjoying the historic atmosphere before I went back to the hotel. I figured the cast wouldn't be back from dinner yet, so I shot Chris and Scarlett a message saying I was in my room. Neither seemed to read or even receive the message, so I went to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up from the sound of someone banging on my door. I jumped up and opened the door, to see the worried face of Scarlett before me. "Ava, what did you do last night? Did you talk to anyone?"

I looked at her in confusion, "What do you mean? I had dinner with a girl who recognised me, we talked a bit, but I made sure to not give her anything important. Why do you ask?" I asked, worried of her facial expression.

"You really have to be careful who you talk to, there is an article about how you got swept off your feet by the famous Chris Evans, joining the press tour. This is not something we need in the press, neither do you actually; she made it seem like you're some kind of prostitute, along for the ride to... well, you can fill in the end of that sentence..."

She finished as she showed me her phone. I saw the article and with every word I read, I got angrier and sadder at the same time. "I'm so so sorry Scarlett, I thought she was just being nice... Everyone must be so mad at me now... are they mad? Are you mad? Are they kicking me off the tour? That would be totally fair. I can't believe I walked right into her trap... She seemed so nice too!"

I looked at her with fear in my eyes and the look she gave me, was one of understanding and strangely enough, not disapproval. "We've all made these mistakes... we, probably I, should have warned you about this. People try everything to get a good story, they will change your words and fit them to whatever looks best for them. This is not your fault, and no one blames you for it." Her words made me feel only slightly less bad; I still messed up big time and for me it didn't really matter; no one knew who I was, but for the cast, and especially Chris, this was indeed press they definitely did not need. Chris! What if the Vancouver girl reads it!

"We will have to issue a statement, some of us, or some of the others, will post some pictures on social media, showing the world that you are a friend of everyone in the cast. And most importantly, you certainly will not be kicked off the tour."

Her words made me feel much better, but it didn't make me look forward to seeing the rest. Thankfully, Scarlett thought this through, and as she took a step back, a concerned Chris looked at me. "Hey, I figured you'd want to talk for a bit?" He asked me as he and Scarlett walked into my room,

"Chris, I'm really so sorry. I was just talking to her, she never said anything about an article or even writing anything. I can't believe a made such a mess for you all." He closed the distance between us and pulled me in a tight hug. "It's not your fault, she took advantage of you. As Scarlett said, it's happened to all of us. Now you have all of us to get back at her.

"The studio will sue her for not saying she was interviewing her, and now that you know, you will be more careful when you're talking to someone. We trust you, we heard about the whole thing as we finished dinner last night and discussed the situation. No one blames you, they were all worried about how you would take it. I had to promise to lead you in the breakfast room with a smile on your face, or they will fire me." He finished with a wink.

I looked at him with confused but thankful eyes; there was no way they would forgive me so easily. "Thanks Chris, that means a lot. Are they really not mad?" He and Scarlett laughed, this time it was Scarlett who answered me "You might expect some jokes from Mackie and Seb, but in general, there will be no words about the article. It's just not important enough to spend your time and energy on Ava, it's in the past now. We just wanted to make sure you hadn't read it somewhere yourself and freaked out without us there to make sure it isn't that big a deal."

Chris joined her "we all have more than enough pictures with you that makes sure everyone sees the article is not true, you are part of our group." They smiled at me as I took a big breath in. However, before I could exhale again, the human whirlwind came into my room. "Yooo can the Mackattack join this group session goin' on? Looks like fun here!"

The moment got lost, which I was kinda glad about, Mackie always managed to take my thoughts off of anything complicated.