Bad Guy: 2p!America x Reader

Chapter 6

      You blankly stared at Alfred before punching him hard in the arm.
      "Wha-what the fuck, Al?" you yell, blushing madly.
      He gave you a wicked grin. "Never heard you cuss, Shortstop. You outta do it more often."
      "Why did you do that!?" you shout at him.
      "To prove a point, doll," Al said nonchalantly, sitting on the couch. From the doorway, you could see the triumph in his eyes. You couldn't believe him. You stormed out of his apartment and went back home.
      The scene went through your mind a million times when you got to your apartment. They quick, swiftness of his hand when he turned up your head. The rough feel of his chapped lips, gently pressing against your own. You weren't sure about this, but you could've sworn you felt something when he kissed you. You felt him linger a moment. Like he was about to pull away, but couldn't. You almost wished he'd never done it. Almost.
      You did odd jobs around the place to keep your mind off of Alfred. Nothing did the trick though. By the time 7:00 pm rolled around, the apartment was spotless and organized. You ordered a vegetarian pizza, forgetting momentarily your small feud with Al. You didn't eat most of it, and decided to save it for later.
      You hadn't realized that most of your time was spent with him. You contemplated calling him or something when your bell buzzed. You went over and pushed the button. "Who is it?"
      "It's me," Alfred said. "Can we talk?"
      "Sure, but grab my mail as you come up."
      You unlocked the door for him and went into the kitchen for drinks. Al walked in, filing through your mail.
     "Hey, what did you want to talk about?" you call from the kitchen, even though you're almost positive that you knew.
      "What happened this afternoon," he answers, throwing your mail onto your coffee table. You came back with a bottle of water and your favorite drink. "So, listen..."
       "Al," you say, cutting him off, noticing the red mark on his cheek.   "Did I burn you?"
      "Uh, yeah...from the gun when you went all tough bitch on me," he grins.
      "I'm sorry about that..." you mutter, not feeling sorry all.
      "So, I'm gonna assume that you didn't like my kiss?"
      You frowned and thought about it. "It's not that I didn't like it-I just wasn't expecting to get my first from you," you whispered the last part. Unfortunately, he heard you.
      "First?" Alfred asks, his lips curving up into a Cheshire smile. "I haven't been someone's first kiss in a long time. Y'know, I could be some other firsts of yours..."
      You glare at him, and roll your eyes. He chuckles at you.
      "Though, I hate to burst your bubble, Shortstop, I should tell you that wasn't really a kiss."
      "What? But your lips were on mine. That's a kiss, isn't it?"
      He shrugged. "Not really. It was more just a peck. Like I said, easy to steal."
      "Then what's a real kiss?"
      Al laughed. "Well, I could show you..."
      "You're impossible," you say, irritably. "I'm going to take a shower-no you can't join. It'll take two minutes. They're pizza in the fridge-it's vegetarian-help yourself."
      As you left, his eyes caught an unfamiliar envelope on the coffee table. It was bright red, with a rose stamp. The return address was from a small, sleepy town outside of the city. He tore open the top of the envelope and a scent wafted out. It was a fancy perfume. He gently pulled out the paper. It was thick, white copy paper. It was designed with more roses around the corners. But  what caught his eye was the simple calligraphy writing. It's elligant, curvy letters winded into startling words, and those words flowed to form one mindnumbing, heart-stopping sentence. Alfred went pale. His hands shook with an emotion he hadn't felt in a long time. Fear.
      "Al! What have I told you about going through my stuff?" you chide. "I swear, I take one quick shower and you-what's wrong? You're pale."
      You lean over his shoulder and read the letter in his still shaking hands. Your eyes widen in terror and grip tightly on Al's shirt.
      You crawl over the couch and sit beside him, grabbing one of his arms. "Please, tell me this isn't real."
      "I wish it was," he breathed. "I really do."
      "Hey," you say, suddenly. "Would you mind staying the night?"
      Al knew that you were beyond scared. You had never asked him to stay with you overnight. Not while you slept. He nodded.
      You try to fake a smile. "Don't try anything, Al. You can stay on the couch. I'll bring you a pillow and stuff and uh, thank you..."
      He layed back on the couch, staring at the ceiling. It had been an hour since he opened the envelope. He hoped you were asleep, though he was sure you weren't. It was hard to sleep with a letter sitting on your table inscribed something you never wanted to think about.
      The letter read as follows:

New girl is mine.