A/N; I'm not sure what I think of this chapter, I kind of feel like I wrote myself in a corner here, but I'm sure there will be a surge of inspiration soon! Please let me know what you think!

I wasn't sure about what to do while I tried to not listen to what was happening in the room on the other side of the door that just shut closed. I didn't want to hear anything I shouldn't, but was also very curious what he would say.

As it turned out, it didn't take long before he walked out again, phone in hand and a blank expression on his face. "She didn't pick up. Went to voicemail, but not quick enough for the phone to be off, and not long enough for automatic voicemail. She cancelled my call, five times."

Luckily, before I could say anything, his phone rang, and he jumped back into the room, softly closing it behind him. The only thing I heard him say was "Hi Mish, I'm so glad you called me back, I'm not sure...." And then the door closed.

I sat on the couch, not wanting to make too much sound, but also not listening to the conversation, I noticed the time on my phone, it was now 10PM, which meant that I had been in the room for around 3 to 4 hours, I couldn't even remember properly.

I went to grab my earphones from my purse, and scrolled through YouTube, that is always a great way to make time go quickly. Not so much if you're waiting for an unknown amount of time though; I was constantly distracted, checking how much longer the video was, checking the time to see how long Chris had been in there already.

He seemed to take forever and sadly the videos couldn't distract me very well which made the time go even slower than when I would normally have to wait for something. In reality it was only slightly under half an hour, and many many half-watched videos, later when he walked out. His face not giving anything away until he sat back down next to me, letting out an incredible loud sigh. He visibly relaxed as he started to talk.

"She said she understands, I started to tell her about the kiss, and she hardly seemed surprised, which was very surprising to me, but she told me she was in almost the same situation; in an elevator and everything. She hadn't gone through with it, but she was functioning on more sleep, and less alcohol, than me, so she actually understood it very well somehow." Her confession made me very happy he told her. To have this off his chest and not get much backlash was something he really needed.

"She even said she was so glad that I told her, because it also proved to her that I will never lie or keep things from her. She told me that she'd had some time to think about everything, and she might have overreacted and was glad every time I had called her or sent her a text, even if she hadn't shown me that, or showed me she was still alive..."

I pulled him in a hug before asking the most important question, "So, what was the verdict?" making him smile about my word use. "She wants to keep trying. And she would actually love to meet you, took me up on the offer to fly her out to the London premiere. I don't really want to wait that long though. Might just offer a weekend in London next week, we have a day and a half off, and I just can't wait to see her anymore."

I completely understood but was also afraid he might pull her in too much, too soon; being flown out to London for a weekend was one thing, but being flown out twice in two months seemed a little over the top.

"Are your sure you want to throw so much money towards her, let me finish I know what you're going to say" I added as I saw him start to interrupt me, "Not because I doubt she is worth it to you, but because it might be a little much for her!" That was of course the exact thing he had wanted to say.

"You're probably right, I'll have to think about it. I don't want her to think I expect her to just drop everything and come see me, but I really do want to see her. Maybe I tell her it's an option if she wants to, and if not, I'll just see her later. Have to survive with calling and texting..." The adult, and seemingly thought through answer surprised me; "Who are you and what did you to with Chris Evans?" I asked him, glad we were able to joke around again.

He smiled at me, "I know, that sounded really grown up, right! Not sure where that came from. I'm just really glad I talked to her again, and so glad she took everything well." I hugged him tight again before sitting back on the couch as Chris sat down next to me.

"I'm so glad you didn't freak out Ava, I really am sorry about, you know..." He was still ashamed, which was understandable, and we had to figure out how to deal with telling all the others.

"Do you have any idea how to come clean to the rest?" I asked Chris, hoping he knew them well enough to know how we should fill them in. But when I looked at him, I saw confusion and uncertainty back in his eyes. "I wish I did, but I really don't. How about we just watch a movie now, and then have breakfast tomorrow and talk about it? I could really use some distraction from... from, from everything really."

He pleaded me with his eyes, obviously needing a break after a stressful day. "Yeah sure, sounds great. What do you want to see? Any preference? Ohh I'll order some snacks! They have something amazing here, called 'bitterballen', I'm not sure what they are, but it's something with meat, and it's fried!" His eyes went wide and started sparkling with wonder and anticipation. "How come I didn't know that?? That sounds amazing! We need that. We cannot go without any longer!"

His enthusiasm about trying new snacks completely cut through the tension from earlier. I called room-service, the person on the phone seemed confused by the question how many 'bitterballen' we would need for a snack during a movie, this was probably common knowledge in this country.

When I convinced her to give me an estimate, "But miss, I have no way of knowing how many you would want to eat. And if you order too many, they might get cold by the time you eat them." She then told me to just get a dozen and if we wanted more after, we could always ask for more.

This sounded like a great plan, especially the 'order more' part. We both had no idea what to expect in flavour or size, even though the number of balls gave a bit away on the size part, and when we finally found a movie to watch, which seemed to take forever with the Hotels supply as well as Netflix and online streaming at our display, we finally settled on an unknown comedy; I had noticed that it was hard to pick movies to watch with actual movie stars; they either starred in them or knew people they couldn't watch for good or bad reasons.

"Are you sure you don't trust me to put 'Political Animals' on? You said you hadn't seen it before, and it's pretty great!" I knew he would say no, but I had to try again.

"Ava, you know the answer, I can't watch Seb as a depressed drugs addict, I would cry every time he got on screen!" Chris told me, only half joking, as he pressed the play button.

About 10 minutes into the movie, there was a knock on the door; the 'bitterballen' and wine had arrived! Chris jumped up, took the tray form the staff and tipped her. She was professional enough to not freak out when Captain America himself opened the door, but I could see her freeze and drop her jaw when she realized who was in the room.

As he signed the check for the room service, she recovered from her initial shock and she, understandably, couldn't stop herself from asking for a picture; "Mr Evans, I am sorry to ask, and understand completely if you think it is unprofessional and you can obviously say no, but would you mind taking a picture with me?" Even though I couldn't see it, I could imagine the softness in his eyes as he answered, "Yes, of course no problem at all! Ava," he turned to me," would you mind taking the pic?"

The girl beamed with excitement when she noticed that not only did he want to take a picture with her, but he was willing to put some effort in it as well! "How is my hair? Am I presentable?" Chris asked me before turning back to the girl, making me laugh at him; "Oh God, you know very well you always look more than presentable." I answered, making the girl laugh, as I ran my fingers through his hair, fixing the few loose strands.

"I'm so happy you found someone mister Evans, I hope you will be very happy together!" The girl stated, causing us both to tell her the truth; "Oh no, we're just fiends" "We're not together, just enjoy hanging out together." "I need her to ground me sometimes."

The honesty of his comment made me smile more as I heard the girl apologise, "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to assume anything but, you know, normally when people stay together in a hotel room, well, you know..."

Her cheeks reddened as she realised her mistake but Chris quickly jumped in; "No worries, we completely understand! Now, how about that pic huh!" He stood next to her and flashed his million dollar smile as the girl stood there with a shit eating grin on her face as well. As soon as I gave the phone back, Chris asked her to wait to post it; "If it's not too much trouble, could you hold on to the pics until we are gone? It would be... well probably quite disturbing really, if everyone knew in what Hotel we are staying, you know."

He pleaded her with his eyes, causing her to freeze again, and understandably so. She took a few moments to stare in his eyes, her heart probably beating as fast as it ever had, before blinking a few times and taking a small step back, "Yes, yes of course, I understand, I'll wait a week or so to post them. Thank you so much mister Evans."

Chris couldn't let her go without complimenting her English; "you know, I've heard that the Dutch are mostly very well educated on the English language, but you probably speak it better than quite some of us Americans, don't you think so, Ava?"

The colour raced to her face, "I, erm, well, I, oh, thanks?" Chris immediately dropped his shoulders, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable..." He said with a small voice.

"Oh, no, I just, I'm not really used to compliments, I tend to get nervous, don't know what to say and stuff. But, thanks, we get classes at school from first class, when we're 12, and it probably helps that all our tv shows are not dubbed so whenever the tv is on, its normally in English with subtitles; it really helps." She was silent for a moment before continuing; "I, I am so sorry, I really should head back, I didn't mean to bother you both for so long, I will head back down, get back to work..." she mumbled, causing me to jump to her defence. "Oh, noo please don't! You're not bothering us at all! But you should probably head back, before they think you've been abducted or something!"

I was only half joking; if I would be responsible for her, I would wonder where she was. "It was great to meet you, and thank you for the 'bitterballen' we might have to order some more later so maybe we'll see you again!" I smiled at her before giving her a quick hug. Chris did the same and her eyes went wide again. I winked at her, completely understanding why; "I know, he gives great hugs." She smiled in agreement before wishing us a good night and letting herself out.

"She was nice! And I am once again surprised by the level of English in this country, I wasn't kidding; her speech is impeccable! Can you imagine having to learn an entire new language in high school? I just managed our courses!" Chris turned to me and chuckled at the last part of the sentence as he made his way back to the couch with the room service tray with wine and 'bitterballen'.

I had to agree with him; "I know! But also, you Americans are just really bad with languages; we had French in highs school was well, and I think there even was an option for Spanish as well." His eyes went wide with wonder on my little confession; "You're bilingual?? That's so cool! You have to teach me! I want to speak French!"

His enthusiasm, once again, made me giggle, "Well, it's been a while, I'm not sure how much I remember," I started to ease his expectations before just rambling unintelligible, but his expression didn't waver. I just sat back down on the couch and revealed the plate of 'bitterballen'.

There they were; 12 golden brown balls of fried meat and breadcrumbs. We looked at each other as we both took one, and bit it in half. The outside was a perfect crunch and nice temperature, but we weren't really prepared for the inside; the stew was piping hot, and burned our tongues in an instant. 

We started to fan our mouths with our hands, blowing air through our lips at the same time which made some animalistic sounds as we looked at each other in utter shock.

After the substance in our mouths had cooled down a bit, we just sat there, staring at each other, trying to figure out what just happened. "Oh. My. God... I don't think I can taste anything for the next week..." I realised out loud and Chris just nodded in agreement, his mouth still open. "Ah yea suwe thing." But despite this, we both immediately took another bite, hoping the filling had cooled down enough to not burn us again.

The second bite we were able to actually taste it and were blown away; again, the crunch was perfect, in combination with the texture and taste of the filling were of great taste, even with our burned tongues. We kept looking at each other, finally tasting the 'bitterbal' and seeing our reactions; eyes getting wide, a smile appearing on our lips, even with our mouths full of the half 'bitterbal'.

When his mouth was empty, he didn't waste any time before saying, "Okay, we need more than 6 each." "We could order another dozen, so that they can cool down and we won't burn our mouths again?" I suggested, Chris immediately agreed and picked up the phone to order more, still sounding a little off with his burned mouth.

As he hung on the phone, I started the movie again as Chris sat down and filled our glasses with the delicious, way too expensive for normal day, wine as we were focusing on the movie again.

Sitting together on the couch, the tension was gone completely; it was hard to imagine that only a few hours earlier, we were kissing in the elevator and had no idea how to deal with it. Now we sat peacefully next to each other, softly discussing the movie, the wine and the 'bitterballen'.

Again, it took about 10 minutes for the next batch to arrive, just in time as we put the last bite in our mouths. There was another person at the door, who seemed more professional and focused on the job from the girl from earlier to our disappointment. He didn't seem phased by who was on front of him, didn't ask any questions, just waited for Chris to sign the bill and thanked for the tip before he left with the now empty 'bitterballen' plate. We did hear some kind of scream/yell from the hallway, so he was probably less stoic to Chris than he let on, making Chris burst out in laughter, getting up and walking to the door, asking if he was alright.

He came back about a minute later, saw the confusing look on my face and told me "Yeah, he wasn't as cool with my whole 'Captain America' thing as he let on, took a quick pic, answered a basic question before he was very clear about having to get back to work; I liked the girl better!" He finished with a chuckle and sat down again, finishing the bottle of wine in our glasses as I started the movie again.

About an hour later the movie was finished, perfect happy ending of course, it was now 1:30 and therefore time to go to bed. However, there was still the little problem of telling everyone, or at least the most important people, or keeping it to ourselves. We had earlier decided to tell them, but after some time now, I had started to think about it a bit more and I wasn't sure about that anymore.

We had put everything away, gotten ready to say goodnight and I took my things before Chris asked my attention. "Ava, about you know, telling everyone else..." I turned around to see the doubt and a hint of fear in his eyes. "Yes, I think you should decide what you'd want to you; you know everyone best." I told him, with an unsure voice, lifting a little bit of the worry of his face.

"That sounds good. But, you know, it is really hard to think of how to tell them; is it really any of their business, but also, I don't want to keep it from them, not sure I can, or want to, keep it a secret, you know." His shoulders dropped in uncertainty and the colour drained from his face.

He sat down again, his elbows on his knees, his head in his hands, taking a deep breath in and out. I wasn't sure what to say to make him feel better; the situation between us had greatly improved, but what happened still happened and we had to not only deal with it, but deal with other people as well. Even though we dealt with it, and nothing would change between us; we were also responsible for the effect it had on the whole group.

I sat back down next to him and put my arm around his broad shoulder. "We probably should tell them, and not take too much time to do so, you know we have to Chris."

I heard and felt him sigh under my arm, "Yes, I do know. But I just have to think about how to. Who to tell, I don't want to make some kind of big announcement but also don't want to tell some people and let others out of it. Maybe we should just keep it to ourselves?" He lifted his head out of his hands, looking at me in doubt again. I wasn't really sure about it; it could change the atmosphere of the whole group, but if they would find out by themselves, it would destroy any trust in Chris, I would be kicked out as soon as soon as they heard.

"Yes, I just don't know, you know; how will they react? What will they think? How will they see me, and you... Most of them just had just heard about Michelle, and now I'm going around kissing people! What will they think?" The anxiety and fear in his eyes in full tilt. "Ava, how could I think this would be alright? You, Michelle and me are not the only people involved in this; Hiddles is obviously interested in you, and Seb, Seb told me himself. I hurt them too. I have to tell them, can you just give me some time? To figure out how, and when, and all that stuff?" The pleading tone in his voice broke my heart.

"Chris, of course, whatever you decide, I will trust your knowledge in these people. There is just one thing; I will not lie to them; if they would ask me about it for some weird reason, I will tell them." While I was talking, I put my hand on his cheek, staring in his eyes to make him understand I was on his side.

"Let's go to sleep. Can I bunk in your other bed? I don't feel like walking back to my room and waking up Scarlett at," I checked my watch to tell the time, "oh my God, 3 in the morning, I'm just gonna stay here alright?" I was half laughing through the second part, but Chris wasn't in the mood of jokes. "That will only make them question more. It might even cause them to actually ask about what happened last night" he brought to my attention.

"That's fair, but I could just stay on this couch and we can tell them that I stayed on the couch; getting rid on any more different questions?" I was hoping, already taken over the other couch where I had sprawled out on top off.

Luckily Chris had a small smile dancing on his lips. "I'll grab you a blanket, do you want a shirt to sleep in?" He asked and without waiting for the answer, he walked into his room, quickly reappearing with a shirt. "I'll go wash up for bed, you can just change here and go in after me." I got a slight smile before he turned around and walked into the bathroom. 

"Goodnight Ava, see you later in the morning, sweet dreams." He disappeared before I could answer, so I took my clothes off, put his shirt on, which smelled like the best laundry detergent in the world, with a tiny hint of his cologne.

I washed up after I heard Chris get in his bed and had a good night of sleep, even if it was a little shorter than I would have liked.