A/N: I saw this prompt on avengerkink and I couldn't resist. It may be a little more silly that originally intended, but I'm having fun with it.

Disclaimer: I've never met Chris Evans before so I don't really know how he'd react to things, besides the limited research I've done watching interviews and stuff. Nobody yell at me, please

Chris woke up facedown on an unfamiliar bed. Which was a little concerning since he wasn't the type to get blackout drunk. He had had a couple beers with his costars, sure, but he hadn't had that much to drink.

Unless the drunken crab legs Robert insisted that he try were a lot more drunken than he thought.

But, no, he remembered making it home. He remembered pulling into the driveway, walking inside, sitting on the couch to read over his lines.

And then nothing.

Weirdly, he didn't feel hungover and he didn't feel any residual weirdness he assumed he'd be feeling if he had been drugged. He actually felt good. Really, really good. Alert and refreshed and ready to take on the world. Must have been the best sleep of his life.

He sat up and had a look around the room. It looked a lot like how Captain America's bedroom was supposed to look. Yes, there was the shield propped up against the closet and that old-timey radio sitting on the dresser. And a quick glance downward confirmed he was wearing that brown leather jacket Steve Rogers was always wearing when he wasn't in uniform.

Oh god, had he fallen asleep on set? Well, that was definitely embarrassing.

He rolled out of bed, enjoying the plush feel of carpet beneath his feet. They had really gone all out on this set piece. The bed had been comfortable, this carpet was nice and thick and they had put all four walls up for the bedroom instead of just a cutaway. It almost felt real, like he could open the door and walk down the hallway of the Avengers' tower.

From behind the door, he could hear Jeremy Renner and Robert Downey Jr. deep in debate.

"This isn't like him," Jeremy said. "He's usually an up and at 'em kind of guy."

"Still say we should just wake him up," Downey said in a petulant tone, as if he had made the same suggestion multiple times and nobody had listened to him. "Problem solved."

"But why is he asleep right now? What if there's something wrong with him?"

"Nah," Downey said dismissively. "Nothing a bucket of water dumped over the head won't fix. Can I do it? Please, please, please? I want to see his face. It'll be great."

Chris chuckled a little to himself. Robert actually seemed to be showing incredible restraint. He was surprised the man hadn't doodled a mustache on his face by now.

Or maybe he had. He ran a finger above his upper lip just to be sure.

"There is nothing wrong with your face, Captain."

"Gah!"

Chris whirled around, trying to figure out where Paul Bettany's voice had come from. He wasn't in the room and he didn't see any speakers anywhere.

The door opened and Robert waltzed in, dressed in the AC/DC shirt he wore a lot when playing Tony Stark. "Hey, Sleeping Beauty's finally awake."

"Yeah, sorry about that," Chris said sheepishly. "Too many late nights, I guess."

Robert tilted his head to one side and gave him an appraising look. "Huh."

Jeremy followed, in full Hawkeye costume. "Dude, what the hell happened? We thought you were sick or something. And you never get sick, so that was kind of terrifying."

"Correction," Downey said. "You thought he was sick. I thought he was fine. And he's fine, see? Just fine." He thumped Chris on the back. "So, let's forget about the whole thing and get back to business."

"Right," Chris said. "Not sure when I dozed off. What scene are we on now?"

Jeremy arched an eyebrow. "Scene?"

Chris rubbed his hands together. "So, the three of us are supposed to be in the Tower. Getting ready for the Christmas party, maybe?"

"But it's May."

"I know it's May. But where are we in the scene?"

"What scene?"

"Look, I know I held up filming for the day. And I'm sorry. But if you're going to play dumb, it's going to hold things up even more."

Jeremy gave Robert a side-eye. "What's Cap talking about? You filming him in the shower or something?"

"Don't be silly," Robert said. "Jarvis does all the filming around here. But he's not going to record Cap in the shower. According to Jarvis, capturing his horrible singing voice on record might destroy his whole database."

"Not my exact words, Sir."

Huh. There was Bettany's voice again. How on earth was he keeping up with the conversation? He glanced upwards and made a nose of surprise. "They put an actual ceiling on this room?" It seemed incredibly wasteful to put together a whole room that barely featured in the movie at all.

"Uh," Jeremy said. He and Robert exchanged a concerned look.

"How do they plan on getting the film equipment in here?" Chris asked. "Does it all come apart or what?"

He ran his hands along the walls, looking for a seam. The walls felt surprisingly solid. Were they filming on location somewhere? An actual building so they wouldn't have to design the sets? That explained how realistic it all felt, but why couldn't he remember getting there?

"We're not putting film equipment in your room," Robert said carefully. "I already told you we're not filming."

"Oh," Chris said. Well, it looked like his nap hadn't affected the shooting. He had apparently done all his scenes and had fallen asleep while everyone else was doing theirs. And they had just stayed to make sure he was okay.

He flashed them a sheepish smile. "Well, I'm sorry for keeping you all. But I'm fine now, so you can just take off if you want."

Neither man looked completely convinced.

"You sure you're okay, Cap?" Jeremy asked. "You might want to get checked out in medical, just to be sure."

Chris sighed. "If we're done for the day, stop calling me Cap. That's not my name."

"Sorry. Steve."

He frowned at Jeremy. "You've been spending way too much time with Rob lately. I expect this kind of stuff from him, but not you."

"Who's Rob?" Robert asked Jeremy in a loud whisper.

Chris heaved a sigh. "Okay, you guys have had your fun." He checked his watch. It was barely noon. Wow. They must have had a really early start to the day. No wonder he had fallen asleep. "If you two are going to be like this the rest of the day, I'm going to hang out with Sebastian instead." They had become pretty good friends over the course of two Captain America movies.

"Who?"

"Sebastian Stan," Chris said with a sigh. "Come on, don't do this to me. I hate when you play dumb."

Downey's expression became guarded. "What do you want with a Stane?"

"Stan," Chris said, making sure to enunciate clearly. "Sebastian Stan. You know, the guy who plays Bucky?"

Downey's posture relaxed a little. "Oh. Bucky. Why didn't you say so in the first place?"

"Because his name isn't really Bucky. It's Sebastian."

"Always thought it was James," Jeremy said. "But what do I know?"

"I know that you miss Bucky," Robert said quietly. "But do you even know where he is right now?"

"No," Chris said through gritted teeth. "I'll call him and find out." He really wanted to know what was with everybody today. They veered between this stupid joke they had to acting concerned like he was suffering from a head injury. But Sebastian would be a good person to vent to.

He pulled out his phone and looked through his contacts. And everyone's names had been changed to their Avengers characters. Great. Hilarious. He had to have been out for at least an hour if the guys had had time to do all this. Well, at least all their pranks had been harmless so far.

Oddly, Sebastian wasn't in his contacts anymore. But he knew his number by heart.

The phone rang twice before being answered. "Who is this?" said a gruff voice.

"Sebastian?" Chris asked hesitantly.

"Steve?" Sebastian said in disbelief. "How did you get this number?"

"You gave it to me."

"No I didn't."

"Is it really him?" Robert asked in an excited whisper, practically vibrating at his side.

Chris rolled his eyes and nodded.

Robert scurried out of the room, his own phone pressed to his ear, followed closely by Jeremy. He didn't care what they were up to, as long as it wasn't some new level to this prank of theirs.

"I don't know how you got this number," Sebastian said heatedly. "But you need to forget it right now. I'm not coming in. I'm not letting those bastards touch me again."

"What are you talking about? Sebastian, you're not making any sense."

"Who the hell is Sebastian?"

Chris sighed heavily. Was everyone in on this stupid prank?

"Look," he said. "I've had a very long day and everyone's been acting weird and I can't take it if you start messing with me, too."

"You're the one messing with me," Sebastian snarled. "I told you I don't want to be found and-oh, goddamnit."

Chris stared at the phone in shock as strings of curses and what sounded like gunshots came over the other end. "Sebastian? Sebastian, are you okay?"

There were loud whoops from just outside the room and Jeremy shouted, "We got him!"

Well, this day was just getting weirder and weirder.