Chris Evans was a big deal. He knew it, and so did everybody else. At his age, very few people achieved the success that he had. He'd starred in big budget blockbuster movies, he'd been nominated for multiple awards, he was rich beyond his wildest expectations, and the women...
It was that last one that brought him back to the source of his confusion. Women went crazy for him. If he wanted, he could take a different woman home every night, just by flashing his pearly whites. If superpowers were real, Chris knew that his would be just that: getting women weak in the knees.
So why was it, when Chris Evans had everything he could ever want, and almost any woman he wanted, did he just ask Jon Gibson, Scarlett Johansson's MALE stunt double, out on a date?
Chris watched from behind the camera as Jon pulled off a particularly demanding action scene with the grace of a woman on a fashion runway. Jon's body moved as if liquid, poured from movement to movement as water to a glass. It was no wonder, Chris thought, that he was attracted to Jon. From behind he looked exactly like Scarlett.
In fact, from the front, as Chris had learned earlier that day (do his embarrassment), he pretty much looked like Scarlett as well.
The girls Chris dated were, in some ways, a reflection of the ones he dated now. Hot, talented, a challenge; all turn-ons for the movie star. He'd had his eyes on Scarlett for a long time, but she was unavailable. Chris liked to fool around, but getting involved with a married woman? That was over the line.
Maybe that was why he'd made his move on Jon. Earlier that day he had expressed disgust when talking about the stunt man, but after learning how perfectly Jon could impersonate Scarlett, something in his mind must have changed.
It hadn't changed enough for Chris to make his date with Jon public, of course. He had a career, and a reputation, to think of! No, he had promised Scarlett (after she had lectured him) that he would make it up to Jon, that he'd apologize and try to be friends. Chris had fully intended that to happen. Then, all of a sudden, he'd been talking about dates.
The burly man shook his head at the memory, all the while his eyes glued to Jon's behind. He was running at a motorcycle and flipping onto it over and over while Joss got the right shot. It was hypnotic. He was glad that his costume wasn't spandex, and that he had his shield on his lap, as his penis began to stir at the vision.
After the tenth flip, Joss declared the shot perfect and told Jon to take a break. Jon sauntered toward Chris with a smirk on his face, one Chris had seen on Scarlett's face frequently.
"Nailed it," Jon said, but the voice from the stunt man's mouth was Scarlett's exactly, "I think you're up next... the thing with the bridge I think."
Chris' mouth fell open. He began to doubt his eyes. He was pretty sure that the person before him was Jon, but then again...
There was no way to tell by the body, so he stared at the face. The make-up was pristine, even after all the exertion, and it was hard to tell which face was obscured beneath it, so similar did they look. Chris was almost positive that he was staring at Jon, but a seed of doubt was now in his mind. Who was he going on a date with? Was Scarlett just messing with him? Was Jon? What was happening?
