The best day of my life.

I had a dream so big and loud

I jumped so high I touched the clouds

I stretched my hands out to the sky

We danced with monsters through the night

I'm never gonna look back

Woah, never gonna give it up

No, please don't wake me now

This is gonna be the best day of my life

It was a bright and sunny day in San Diego; the convention center was buzzing with life as thousands of fans piled into the main area. From afar, one could see a significant number of cosplayers among which the various avengers and Lokis seemed to be in abundance. People were chattering loudly about upcoming movies, tv shows and trailers while merchandise floated around the room through many awe-filled fans.

A brown-haired, doe-eyed woman stood at the end of the room watching the crowd with sharp eyes. Perhaps years of yoga made her incredibly sensitive to her surroundings, but she found herself trying to understand the mannerisms of the crowd as she waited for her supervisor to come and assign her a task. She had volunteered to help at this year's Comic con as a favor to a friend – who was on the management committee this year – but the colorful costumes and contagious happiness was getting to her and she couldn't help but smile slightly at the family of four excitably discussing the new Avengers movie in front of her.

"Hey, you must be Ankita Sethi. I'm James your supervisor." The girl – Ankita – turned to face a well-dressed man with a clipboard in one hand and a bunch of lanyards and tags in the other. "I'm here to give you your assignments but first you should put this on." He said while handing her a tag and lanyard.

She accepted it with a small smile and clipped it onto one of her belt loops, making sure it was visible for anyone who wanted to know. "I was told that the Avengers were my assignment?" That is what Greg - the man she was doing this favor for - had told her. " I would show them around and then help with the signings?" This was posed as a question because James was clearly going to tell her otherwise.

"No, you will still be working with part of the avengers cast but you will be working with Chris Evans only. Alissa couldn't make it so you've got to take over for her." James was scribbling her name messily on his clipboard and she could distinctly see the actors name next to hers.

"I thought we weren't helping actors individually, because of the lack of help this year." The committee had cut the budget this year and as a result of that less workers were hired. To top that, volunteers were fewer as well.

"Well, Mr. Evans is a special situation. He has anxiety and although he has not asked personally for extra assistance, we tend to pair him with someone who can help him in a more intimate level." said James, matter of factly.

Ankita's eyes furrowed in worry at the thought of being put in a situation where the man would be having a anxiety attack. Of course, she had prior experience in a similar situation, with a client of hers, so she knew she could handle it but still one could never be too sure. " Isn't there anybody else that could replace Alissa?"

James looked up at her and shrugged as though the answer was as obvious as day. "They don't have the right temperament. Too... excitable. Especially since he's Captain America and all."

Ankita was now leaning against the doorway, looking at the crowd again with interest. "So, what's my job?" She was talking to him, but her attention was on a young boy, about three, who was in an immaculate Thor getup slamming his hammer against the ground violently as his mom chastised him for making noise. It didn't matter though, she thought. The din was loud enough as it was, and the little boy was barely audible anyways.

"Pretty much what you said: help with the signing, show him to the various halls, meet and greets and anything he asks for in between." He smiled at her slightly. "You should be glad; you only have one person. I just left Charles with the whole Vampire Diaries cast. He looked like he was going to cry."

She chuckled a little and nodded. "Fair enough." Bringing her wrist to eye level, she read the time as five past nine and asked: "so where is my charge?" The Avengers signing started in half an hour so they should have been here by now. The cast of the movie had flown in last night, in secret, and were surprising their fans today. They would fly back to Atlanta tomorrow morning, giving them a tiny and exhausting twenty-four hours off from filming.

"They should be here any moment now... in fact they called ahead about ten minutes ago to inform us that they had left the hotel." He looked at the door that would be taking us backstage where all the celebrities were. "I figure we should just head over and wait there. It's easier."

"Sure."

The two walked through the closest door backstage where many actors, producers and directors were congregated. Each cast stuck together like glue, as a result, creating something that looked vaguely like a high school cafeteria. There weren't any stereotypes though; everyone just fit into the cool kid group - nobody outshined the other.

That was until the backstage door opened again and they walked in: Jeremy Renner and Mark Ruffalo were walking at the front taking animatedly about something as Hemsworth and Aaron Taylor Johnson and Paul Bettany followed silently as they looked around the crowd in awe. And then two personalities that seemed to light up the entire room tenfold walked in. Robert Downey Jr and Chris Evans walked in, Robert's hand on the taller man's shoulder talking silently amongst themselves.

Almost everyone in the room turned to look at the cause of commotion in awe. James was alert now. Quickly scribbling the time on his clipboard and adding Betty next to the rest of the cast. He then turned towards Ankita and motioned towards the group. "There you go."

She smiled, put on her best professional smile and walked towards the group. Upon reaching them, she introduced herself to each of them individually, surprised at the hug she was pulled into by Downey. When she reached the blue-eyed brunette she was paired with, her heart almost stopped - he was so beautiful. Chris Evans was dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a grey long sleeved sweater.

The thing that caught her eye the most was the red belt, and she found herself thinking about him using the belt to tie her hands up. The thought shocked her as much as her reaction to him did. Never, had she ever reacted so strongly towards a man like she just did. She could feel warmth around her neck and ears, and she thanked her Indian heritage that she couldn't blush.

Chris had noticed the beautiful girl walking towards them before any of the other cast members did. She was dressed casually in a pair of capri pants and a flowing black top, her hair left in a messy up do. As she got closer, he noticed her the silver looped earrings and matching silver bangles on her right hand. Her lips were painted red and he couldn't help but wonder how they would feel against his.

He smacked himself internally and focused on the woman in front of him. She was speaking, "Hi, my name is Ankita. I'll be helping you out today." He flashed her a brilliant grin making her smile small and look away in shyness. The action did not go unnoticed by him and he smirked a little. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

"Thanks. I love it here!" His distinct Bostonian accent was showing, and she couldn't say she minded. "You gonna be helping us all?"

"No just you."

"Aha. Special treatment! I like it. I like it." His excitement was contagious, and she couldn't help but laugh with him. He had his hands on his impossibly tiny waist. "So, what are you supposed to help me with first?"

"You guys are going to be signing autographs on the main floor first and then there will be the main conference after which will be interviews in smaller groups." As she spoke, he spent his time studying her. He knew she was attracted to him; the shy glances and downward looks were telling enough. However, this was one of the few women he had met that did not show any flirtation at all. In his years as the captain, even the most professional of women could not help but pass a comment or two, but this girl, she was different.

He found that quality surprisingly intriguing. "Awesome. Let's get this show on the road then." She waited for the rest of the cast and then Betty(another volunteer) and her led the group front stage, where burly security gaurds were clearing the way for them as many fans protested loudly. Ankita was very professional, giving everyone polite smiles as she steered them always having Chris in her peripheral vision yet she didn't notice the looks the actor in question was giving her.

Downey, who had the eyes of a hawk, noticed almost immediately, keeping note to ask Chris later.

The autograph booth had a long table with enough seats for the actors. Evans was placed next to Lizzie Olsen. Ankita had shown him to his seat and gone to stand at a suitable distance - far away so that she would not be a hinderance to the process but close enough that she could be called if they needed anything.

The signing had taken an hour and Ankita spent most of it staring at the cast. They truly worked like a family, coordinating with one another, sometimes even without speaking. Robert worked well with the crowd and the rest followed his lead. Evans mostly kept quiet and talked only if addressed. Sometime during the signing, she noticed Chris's hand shaking ever so slightly but before she could approach him Olsen had placed her hand on the table, allowing him to doodle on it as he pleased. She smiled slightly and made a mental note to keep a paper and pen next to him during the conference.

After that she took him to the conference hall where the Age of Ultron panel was being held. On the way he turned to her and asked a question. "So do you work here every year?" He hadn't seen her the year before, during The Winter Soldier con but he could have missed her, the crowd was large as always.

"No this is my first time. Doing it for a friend." She looked up at him and smiled softly. "It's not all bad." He felt his heart skip a beat at the truly genuine emotion that flashed across her face. She was a breath of fresh air and he wasn't complaining.

She spoke in a different accent completely. Something that she had never heard before. "Where are you from? You don't seem to be from around here. I've never heard an accent like yours before."

Ankita chuckled in a way that made him assume that she got asked that question a lot. "Well, I was born and brought up in Kenya, I stayed there until I was eighteen." He knew that country; it was somewhere in East Africa. That helped explain a couple of odd pronunciations. "I moved to Canada when I was eighteen. Stayed there for five years. Then moved to Boston; that was five years ago."

He seemed satisfied with that answer because he let out a booming laugh before saying: "That's why it sounds so odd. You confuse British and American pronunciations sometimes."

She placed her hand mockingly against her heart. "That hurt me on a spiritual level." And then as an afterthought she added, "But that is true. My accent is like a really badly made Franken dessert." They both chuckled as the hall came into view. The conversation had to be cut short to the dismay of both.

The rest of day was spent with her showing him around and helping him. Conversations were shared casually when they found the time. She told him about her job as a lawyer and he talked to her about red carpets and long shooting hours. She would notice his long lashes when he wasn't paying attention and he would stare at her hair lighting up in the sunlight. They were enjoying each other's company.

As she was taking him to his last interview of the day - him and Ruffalo were doing this one alone and after she dropped them off to the room, she would be done for the day. Neither Chris nor Ankita wanted it to end but unlike him, she was slightly relieved. She couldn't get attached. She was never going to see him again after today.

On the way, she got stopped by a child tugging at the ends of her pants. When she looked down, she saw the same three-year-old Thor, she saw in the morning. His face was scrunched as he tried to hold in the sobs that were desperately trying to escape him. Eventually, he couldn't hold it any longer and started wailing loudly. She got down on her knee so that she was at eye level with him and spoke softly. "Hey buddy, what's wrong? What's your name?"

The kid grabbed on to her top and, between sobs, said: "K-kevin. I can't find my mama." he was hiccupping now as the tears stopped slightly, giving him time to breathe.

"Hey don't worry. We'll find your mum." She was about to stand up and tell Chris that she couldn't leave the boy but before she did anything, the distressed voice of Kevin's mother was heard coming towards her direction. A sigh of relief left her body.

The woman, who she had seen earlier as well, saw them and came running then lifted her little boy into her arms. She turned towards Ankita and smiled through her own years. "Thank you! Thank you. Thank you so much."

"It's okay. Please be careful next time." Ankita waved towards the two and turned towards Chris, who had an odd look on his face. "Hey, sorry about that. Let me show you to the interview room now." He nodded slightly and followed her.

At the end of the day, as Chris was seated at the back of the car with Robert by his side, his head swarming with thoughts. Who was she? Why did she affect him so strongly? Why didn't he ask for a number? As the events of the day flashed through his head again he smiled, a silly smile, to himself.

Robert, who noticed this, looked at him and asked, "What's up Dorito?" Then added, "You look cheery. Is it that girl, Ankita?"

"Robert... this is the best day of my life."

Authors note:

Fun fact - My bum has PTSD because I entered the shower, ass first without checking the temperature and the water was scalding hot.

The chapter is a filler, so it may seem a little slow but if you like it Review - because it gives me the motivation to write.

Word count: 2659