Chris Evans/Sebastian Stan Characters One-Shots and Imagines

I Promise (A.B.)

"Sweetheart," She softly began, "I think we all know he did. You're just going to have to accept it."

"Andy doesn't," You pulled away slightly, looking up and wiping some of your tears, "He thinks Jake is innocent."

"No, sweetheart," She sighed, "He's in denial." You looked at her for a few minutes, knowing she was right. More tears and sobs escaped your body as she grabbed you again.

"What should I do?" You begged her for an answer, "It's all just so- tiring."

"I know, sweetheart, I know." She cooed to you again, "Why don't you look at going into therapy again, as you did all those years back?"

"Mom, how am I supposed to tell a therapist that my stepson, who hasn't been convicted, is a murderer?" You asked her.

"It's called client privilege, darling." She responded, "And you're an attorney, you should know that."

And that's exactly what you did. You did plenty of research and finally found an experienced therapist to go to. You called, scheduled an appointment, and had all your previous medical files transferred over to her and her office. And finally, you felt like maybe there was an escape.

You had to get appointments later at night, 8 pm to be exact. This would hopefully give you an open window so news outlets couldn't stand outside your home and pester you with ruthless and nasty questions. Maybe, you could actually be a little free.

And of course, you didn't tell Andy. You were fearful he would see the entire ordeal as pathetic and think you couldn't handle it, considering in his mind Jacob needed a therapist far more than you do. Maybe he would see you as immature and unfit, considering this seemed to be the ultimate test against your motherhood.

You were thankful to have found a therapist. Driving home during a rainy night in Boston had never felt that good in a while. You could finally take a breath of relief, your therapist listening and suggesting some new techniques to use to calm yourself down, other than completely overworking yourself.

Pulling your white Lexus into the driveway, you got out and ran in with your purse, walking through the large oak door and kicking off your wet shoes. You smiled as you walked through the halls of the house and into the kitchen. Your previously blissful face turned to concern when you saw Andy leaning against the counter, looking down in that disapproving way. The one he always gave to Jacob whenever he was in trouble. "Hey, baby-" You said lightly, placing your purse and keys down only to be interrupted by your husband.

"Where the fuck were you?" He snapped, his expression turning to pure anger as he looked up at you, his baby blue eyes now turning a darker shade like an ocean during a hurricane.

"I-" You paused for a second out of shock, "I was out."

"Yeah, well that was obvious." He sarcastically laughed, "You think I'm fucking dumb?"

"What? Andy I-" You paused, closing your eyes to compose yourself with a deep breath, "What are you even talking about?"

"Don't gaslight this!" He raised his voice at you, gritting his teeth and throwing his finger towards you. "Who were you with?"

"Who was I with?" You asked and he nodded. At this point, you were just as mad as he was, "How is that any of your business?"

"Because I'm your damn husband!" He yelled, getting within inches of you. You could see the veins bulging on his forehead, his face turning red. "And you're not that slick when it comes to being with another man." He continued, backing away only slightly and furiously running his hands through his hair.

"Wait- what?" You asked him, even more confused, "Another man?"

"Yeah, Y/N, it's not that complex to know that you're with someone else." He fired back, dead serious.

"For fucking real?" You asked this time you were yelling, "Here!" You grabbed your receipt for your co-pay out of your purse from the appointment and slammed it in his chest. "Maybe that'll fucking explain it." You turned and marched away as he took the paper and examined it, his face immediately becoming soft again as he realized where you were. And it made him feel like the lowest person on earth.

You hastily walked up the stairs, tears beginning to stream down your face. As you walked down the hall to your shared room, you heard Jacob, "Y/N?" He lightly asked. You turned around, wiping your tears quickly hoping he wouldn't see them.

"Yeah, sweetheart?" You asked with a light smile.

"A-are you alright?" He asked. You took a light sniff and nodded, "Oh, okay." He lightly nodded, looking away and going back into his room.

You walked into your own room, shutting the door and walking over to the bed where you immediately began to sob into your own pillow. It felt like everything was back to square one.

Andy, on the other hand, stayed downstairs. He was well aware he deserved the couch tonight, and even more aware that he had managed to fracture you even further than where you already were. He took a deep sigh before his face turned to a grimace, punching an innocent decorative pillow on the couch. One that you, he, and Jake had picked out just a few years back when you decided to move into this bigger house.

He wasn't sure whether he was more upset that he actually thought you cheated on him, considering he knew very well you never would, or that you clearly felt too afraid and guarded to tell him you got a therapist, something that he now understood just how bad you needed, all those clues to the puzzle slamming themselves in his face. Locking yourself away in your office, rarely if ever talking to anyone, overworking yourself- they were all distractions and walls you put up to guard yourself against anyone knowing how you felt. And that tore him to pieces.

It wasn't until the next morning that the family reconvened. You were the second to walk downstairs, now that Jake had online school he could sleep in every day, and you were greeted by your husband who was making some coffee. You didn't give him a single glance.

Andy took his punishment of the silent treatment with grace, not pushing you because he knew it was an acceptable consequence. Most of what you would give him over the next few days, if anything, would be a consequence.

You were mad, upset, and every negative emotion flooded your body up to your throat making you feel like you were drowning. Sipping your coffee silently, you pondered what to do next. There was no instant forgiveness here, none at all. But maybe you should talk it out, right? Be mature, be the better person. You did love Andy so much, you swore he was your soulmate despite his previous marriage. And he would say the same for you.

"I- I think we should talk." You said very lightly, but he heard you. You didn't move your face from looking down at the warm mug in your hand, but you knew Andy was looking at you.

Sitting down at the kitchen table, across from one another, you began the conversation, Andy too fearful to. "I should have told you I was going to see a therapist. I apologize." You told him, looking up to meet his baby blue eyes. He looked down at his own coffee which was cupped in his hands with a sigh.

"I should be the one to apologize, over everything." He began, "I should have never even thought of you cheating on me. I know you would never do that, and I'm sorry." You lightly nodded. He looked up at you, taking one of his hands and lightly holding one of yours from across the large wood table. "I'm also sorry that you felt like you couldn't come to me to tell me you got a therapist. I should have been more attentive and focused on you, considering you're going through exactly what Jake and I are going through. You're just as much a part of this family as we are." You nodded as slow tears began to trickle down your cheeks.

"I love you, Andy." You looked up at him and sniffled a bit.

"I love you too, Y/N." He lightly smiled, "Just promise me you know you can always come to with your feelings and I will always listen and validate them."

You had never truly lied to Andy, you had never blatantly told him something that wasn't true. So now, would be a first. "I promise."