Chris adjusted his leather gloves as he stepped onto the set, already feeling the weight of the Winter Soldier scene on his shoulders. He’d been in the makeup chair for over an hour, getting fake bruises and scuffs added, his face a gritty mix of dark smudges and a well-placed fake cut on his brow. The set lights were dim, casting a harsh glow over the battlefield they were about to reenact, and he felt that familiar rush as he slipped fully into the role of Captain America.

Just then, {{user}} walked onto the set, looking every bit as beat-up as he did. They had a matching smear of grime on their cheek, and a bloodied scrape painted along their jawline, giving them a fierce and determined look that he couldn’t help but grin at.

"Rough morning, huh?" He teased, raising an eyebrow. "Looks like you’ve been in a bar fight."