Chapter Text
Intro
The sun was shining into the dark room, apparently she had forgotten to draw the curtains closed. Moaning, Anna wanted to pull her sheets up to cover her head, so she could at least sleep off the pounding headache and hangover from the night before, but it was blocked.
Opening her eyes with a sigh, she tugged harder, but felt a strong arm moving from around her middle to her chest. A loud scream left her lips, when she saw a man laying there next to her, his light brown hair mussed from sleep.
The shrillness of her scream, caused him to wake and fall out of the bed on his side with a loud curse.
“Ah, fuck.” he said, sitting up.
Anna moved across the bed and looked down at the naked man on the carpet of the hotel room. She couldn't really remember what had happened the night before, only that she somehow ended up with this guy. Never would she drink that much again. “Are you all right?”
“I'm not sure. I think I might have gone deaf.” He got up from the floor and stood there in all his glory, not really ashamed of himself.
The brunette gasped, hastily putting her hands over her eyes, not wanting to see him naked first thing in the morning, even so the guy was good looking, more so with his beard.
“Oh fuck. You're married?”
“What, fuck no. I came with a friend of mine.” Anna told him, raising her eyebrows at him.
That's when she saw a shiny ring on his finger, too. “But you are.”
The guy looked down at his hands and let out a groan. Something was definitely wrong here. “Do you remember anything from last night?”
“Not much no, I think I even forgot your name. Something with Evans?”
Raising his own eyebrows at her question, he got back on the bed and under the sheets. “It's Chris. Chris Evans actually and you seemed to scream it a lot last night.”
“Chris Evans?” she asked and he nodded his head, giving her a slight smile. “Shit, the actor. And I slept with you.”
“And that's so bad?”
Shaking her head. “No, but I forgot everything. But how come we have identical rings with yesterday's date in them?” she asked and showed him the ring after she took it off.
Chris shrugged his shoulder, but got up again, dressing in his boxers and rummaged through his jacket. Maybe there would be something that could indicate what they had been up to.
When he finally found a crumpled piece of paper, the actor turned back to the young woman laying in his bed. “I think this is what happened last night.”
“What?!” she took it and looked down at it.
It was a wedding certificate for one Chris Evans and Anna Murphy.
“We...Oh god, we got married last night? We must have been smashed to do that.”
Sighing, Chris rubbed a hand over his eyes. “Seems like it. We should get to that chapel and find out if we can get an annulment for this.”
Anna agreed and got out of the bed, pulling the sheets with her.
“You know, I've seen everything last night. No need to be so modest.” he told her and gave her back her dress that she had worn the night before. “You know you've been quite the naughty girl for not wearing any panties.”
“Give.”
She grabbed it and pulled it over her head, glaring at the actor. “Let's get to that chapel.”