GET TO KNOW ME

I can judge in first impressions

You'll be wanting my attention

So if you got the right intention

Maybe I might let you change my mind

You got your foot down on the paddle

Now you planning how to make a move

Trying anything to get me next to you

I know you wanna get to know me

But I ain't sure if you can handle it


Ankita had left immediately Comic con had ended. She hadn't seen any of the Avengers cast after that first day which made her assume that they had flown back to Atlanta. The days following San Diego went by fast because she had a stack full of paperwork sitting on her desk courtesy of, her secretary, Julie Prescott.

Hence, it would not come as a surprise to anyone, that she was sitting behind her desk on Monday morning the following week with her glasses perched low on her nose and a pencil between her fingers, looking through a document on her desk. It was earlier than usual, and Julie had not come in yet, so the office space was unusually quiet. Ankita placed a circle around an important piece of information that would help her during the court session. This continued for another half an hour or so before there was a knock on the door alerting her of Julie's presence.

"Hey Kit, I got your coffee for you." She said, while placing it on her desk. "You don't have any appointments until two this afternoon." The informal gesture was usual in this office; in fact, Ankita encouraged it. Julie had been working with Sethi for three years now, ensuring that she knew all the important things about her boss now: how she liked her things done, what time she would prefer her clients to come and what exactly to do in case of an emergency. In Ankita's opinion – she couldn't afford to let her go. They had also become close friends during that time.

"Thanks. How was your week?"

"Alec and Janette wanted to go boating; I wanted to spend my time curled up on the futon reading a book." Julie sat down on the chair opposite her boss and looked at her inquisitively. "You probably had a more exciting weekend than me. You went to comic con! Did you meet Thor?"

Ankita looked up at her, and then looked outside her office to check if the main door was closed. After confirming that, she turned back to Julie and said: "You know his actual name is Chris Hemsworth, right? And yes, I did see him. I was paired with Chris Evans; you know the guy who plays Steve Rogers." She leaned back on her chair and slipped the pencil in the bun atop her head.

Julie smirked. "Just Chris Evans?" She had a suggestive smirk on her face that Ankita didn't like. Especially because of the inappropriate thoughts she had been having about a certain muscled brunette since that day.

"You know it wasn't like that." She was trying really hard not to blush. "He required special treatment due to personal reasons… and I was a consummate professional."

"That is the problem." Julie scoffed. "You are too professional."

Ankita raised her eyebrow at that; she did not see the problem in that. "And…?"

"And?"Julie had an expression of shock on her face. "Woman you need to loosen up. When was the last time you went on a date?" Ankita's eyes widened at the question. She didn't have it in her to tell her the truth so she just shrugged her shoulders. Julie had seemingly not noticed the change in her boss because she continued, unfazed. "I bet there was someone, anyone in that place that wanted to approach you but you wouldn't have noticed. Maybe Chris Evans took a liking to you. You still wouldn't have figured it out."

At that statement Ankita cut her off with an incredulous. "Chris Evans does not fancy me!"

"How do you know that?" She asked.

"I… I just know, okay? He can't like me?

Just then the bell rang signalling the entrance of a person into the main hallway. Julie immediately stood up and picked up the small stack of papers Ankita had put aside for her earlier in the morning and started to walk out of the office. As she reached the door, she turned back once again. "I have always told you this Kit, and I'll tell you this again — you don't give yourself enough credit. You are beautiful, anyone would be lucky to have you.


Outside, Chris was fixing his nasa cap, lowering it further down in eyes so no one would recognise him. He pulled out his sunglasses and put them on for good measure. He had to make sure that no paparazzi knew he was back in Boston. As far as anyone knew, he was still in Atlanta, shooting Avengers. The only person who knew he was here, was Robert; not even his Ma knew. She would kill him if she found out. He had grown out his beard just in case.

He was pulled out of his distracted mood by the opening of a door and a blonde woman, dressed impeccably, walking out. She looked a bit taken aback by his attire, but mostly by the sunglasses he was was wearing indoors.

The woman chuckled slightly and said, "You know who wears sunglasses inside? Blind People. And douchebags." Clearly she thought he hadn't heard her, but when she saw him cringe a little at the statement (the joke had gone over his head), she coughed awkwardly and put on her best smile. "Hello, welcome. I'm Julie. Do you have an appointment?"

Chris shook his head. "No." There was a pause. "No, I don't."

He looked down at the floor trying to hide his face from the woman — Julia — who was looking at him suspiciously, like she was trying to place him. "Your voice is really familiar… have we met before?"

A bead of sweat ran down the back of his neck. "Probably not. I would remember you, if we did."

It took a second for her to stop staring at him oddly but when she did, she sat down on her chair and started typing. "Well, you are in luck? She's free right now. Please give me your name. I can put you in to meet her in the next five minutes."

Chris was startled. He hadn't thought this through. Obviously, he couldn't give his own name, he had to think up of something, fast. "Umm… my name is Steve…. Steve Barnes."

Julie looked up at him with an eyebrow raised; the name was odd. "Your parents, comic book fans?"

"Something like that."

"Sure. Can I get your number and purpose of visit."

Oh god, this was proving to be more difficult than he thought it would be. Maybe he should just wait until she was done. No, that would be too stalker-like. "Look… can I please just talk to her. This is a personal matter."

The desperation must have shone through his facade because she sighed and then said: "Look maybe you can take a seat there." She pointed to a couple of seats, pressed up against the right wall, then continued speaking. "I will talk to her about it. Give me five minutes."

Chris plopped himself onto the seat, his shoulders sagging. He had no idea what had gotten into him. He had flown to a whole other city just to ask out a woman; a woman that probably did not want anything to do with him. This was ridiculous, he thought to himself. He was acting like a hormonal teenager.

The sound of heels clicking brought him out of his internal argument. "You can go into her office now."


Ankita had just finished with the document when she received the call from Julie. She picked the phone up and put it on speaker. "Yeah?"

"There's a situation."

She took the phone off speaker and placed the phone against her ear. "What situation?"

"There's a guy here that wants to meet you."

"Then set an appointment and send him in for a consultation."

"I don't know Kit, he seems dodgy. He's wearing sunglasses and a cap inside. Do you know who wears sunglasses inside? Bind people and—"

"Douchebags. I know" She sighed and pulled her hair out of the bun it was in."What did he say his name was?"

"Steve Barnes. I don't think that's his real name. Like I said — dodgy."

"Jules, I am a criminal lawyer. I deal with dodgy people on a daily basis."

I know. But they normally have a middle-man with them. I' usually would have sent him away but he sounded desperate. Look I can tell him to go."

Steve Barnes. The name reminded her of a man that she had just met a week ago. The man that had haunted her thoughts for every moment after they had met. How he could have managed to worm his way into her mind was a mystery but still, the silly teenage girl inside of her couldn't help but hope that they would run into each other again.

Pushing the ridiculous thought out of her head, she replied to Julie. "No, no. It's okay. Send him in. What if it's really important."

"But even still, you know where the emergency button is… if he tries something."

"You know it."

"Cool I'll bring him in a bit. Look sharp!"

She chuckled before going into her ensuite to freshen up. She combed her and through her hair and reapplied her lipstick. She took a look once more at her tucked in top and slacks and then went back into her office.

As she sat down, there was a knock on the door, and Julie popped her head in. When Ankita nodded, she pushed the door open.

A man walked in. True to Julie's word, he looked like he was on the run from someone. His attire wasn't the thing that was putting her off, but his behaviour was raising red flags: he kept on looking down and he was popping his knuckles in an anxious manner. Nevertheless, she pushed her worries to the side and stood up to greet him. "Hi, I'm Ankita Sethi. What can I do for you today?"

She gestured towards the empty seat and he took the hint and sat down. She took a seat as well, looking at him expectantly now. He scratched the nape of his neck and took off his glasses. His face was still hidden, surprisingly well underneath the cap, but he didn't make any attempts to take them off. "I have got a confession to make." She raised her eyebrow at that. "My name is not Steve Barnes."

His voice was so familiar. Too familiar. "I figured as much. What is your real name?"

It was as though he was deciding how to tell her his name; or he had simply forgotten it because he looked down at his lap for a solid two minutes. Then, with an almost resigned sigh he grabbed the tip of his cap and pulled it off. At the same time, he decided to yell:

"BOOO!"

"AAAHHHH!"

Ankita was so surprised at the scream that escaped her that she subconsciously kicked the her legs off the ground which in turn made her tumble out of her chair and to the ground. She stayed there, on the ground for a bit, in a state of mild shock before shaking it off and standing up.

The man was laughing hard, his head thrown backwards and his left hand over his pec. When he straightened up to look at her, she couldn't help but gasp at the sight in front of her. Here, seated on one of her office chairs was Chris Evans — in all his glory. She pinched her thigh hard, wincing in pain, hoping that this wasn't a hallucination made up by her sleep deprived and overworked brain.

A breath of relief left her as she realised he was still seated there. Then she frowned as she realised that he was indeed here. Why was he here? In a criminal lawyers office. What had he done. Was it something that could ruin his career? "What..what… what…" She was speechless.

"What are you doing here?"

It seemed that after looking at her awkward, embarrassed state, he had gotten his cocky confidence back because he was sitting there with a cocky smirk. "Is that how you treat a client."

She cleared her throat, feeling her face heat up. "I'm sorry." Quickly, turning back to professional mode, she said: "I am a criminal lawyer so unless you have committed or been framed for a criminal offence. I don't think you are at the right place."

"No. No, I am at the right place."

She was a bit surprised as the thought that he had truly done something crossed her mind. "Oh." Well, it's not like she could change anything. "Then how can I help you?"

"Go out with me."

"What?"

"Will you go out with me?"

Ankita was going through many different emotions at the same time: she was flattered by the question and part of her wanted to say yes, but the voice at the back of her head was telling her that he was doing this just to prove a point to someone, or maybe he just wanted a fling (and she didn't work that way). She couldn't do this. She couldn't say yes.

"Look.." She was trying to look for an excuse. "You are currently here as my client. And I can't say yes to my client."

"Technically, your client is Steve Barnes." He said. "And I am Chris Evans. So technically, you aren't dating your client."

"We are completely different, and we live in different cities." She was grappling with the flimsiest of excuses now.

"I only own places in LA and Atlanta for work. My home is in Boston. And as far as differences, that's what will ensure we complement each other."

"I'm vegetarian and don't drink. Both of which I'm sure you do." Now she was truly giving ridiculous excuses.

"I don't plan on forcing you to eat meat or drink. But I don't plan on stopping either."

Fair enough, she thought to herself. He was making valid points and to an outsider she probably sounded extremely rude. But she couldn't tell him the truth. She couldn't tell him that she had never gone on a date in her life. "Look, Evans—"

"Chris." He interrupted her. "Call me Chris."

"Look… I can't—"

"No listen to me first." Ankita could feel her resolve breaking the more he spoke. The reasons you are giving me may be valid but we won't find out until we give this a try. I know you are sceptical but…" He ran his hand through his hair. "I know you are feeling what I'm feeling. I met you only a week ago but I haven't been able to get you out of my mind." She wanted to say: yeah, same here. "I want to see where this goes so, what do you say?"

"Chris…."

"Come on… you know you want to."

He had a childlike smile on his face and she couldn't help but unwillingly smile with him. And somehow, almost as through she had no control over what she was saying anymore. "Yes"

"Yes?"

"Yes!"

A wide grin spread across his face lighting up the whole room. "Oh my god. I was expecting a lot more persuasion. But this is awesome. Here…" He gave her his phone. "Put your number in here, I'll text you."

He was practically jumping on the seat like a child that was about to get candy. When she extended her hand with the phone, he practically skipped out of the chair. He placed a soft kiss on her knuckles — an old fashioned gesture — and turned to walk out the door. "See you around sweetheart."

He had almost reached the door when she replied with: "See you around Captain." He swung his head around and winked at her suggestively, making her blush.

That man was going to be the death of her.


Author's note:

This chapter is all over the place.

Hmmm, whats the time? I want pizza.

My bumm is okay, if anyone wants to know.

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