Bad Guy: 2p!America x Reader

Chapter 7

"I thought he was dead," was the first thing you told Al the next morning. "You told me you killed him."
"I said I hoped I killed him, I didn't promise anything."
You buried you face in your hands and let out a loud groan. You couldn't imagine how mad Francis would be. 'How had he found my address?' you thought. 'Does he know that I'm friends with Alfred? Is that why he sent this? Why does he want me?'
Al slung an arm around your shoulders. You assumed that his way of comforting you. You felt like crawling into bed and sleeping forever. But there was school to attend, as much as you wanted to blow it off. You groaned again.
"Just look at it this way, Shortstop: he's not gonna get you."
"How do you know that?" you asked skeptically.
Al turned your head up until your eyes met his and gave you a smirk. For a moment, you believed he was gonna kiss you again. "Because, Doll, you're mine."

Three Weeks Later

You had dropped the subject of Francis. You some how convinced yourself that the letter was faked. Besides, Alfred had made it clear that he had claims on you as well. You didn't feel like bringing it back up unless it started bothering you again. You tried to forget about it.
Currently, you were sitting in Mr. Kirkland's class, doodling on your extra sheet of blank paper they always have you for testing. You were trying to figure out what to get Al for Christmas. Though you were positive he didn't celebrate it. You were stuck between getting him something he could use or something he wants.
Alfred growled behind you. He hated everything about exam week. You had learned a lot about him in the near five months you'd been friends and you concluded that he wasn't the idiot everyone else thinks he was. He was oddly smart considering his attitude and actions. However, he had a hard time showing it. Tests just aren't his thing. They really frustrated him which meant that he was probably gonna break some stuff when he got home.
"Testing is now over, dearies!" Mr. Kirkland called out suddenly. He walked around taking up materials and tests booklets until he said we could speak softly. You turned back toward Alfred.
His head was laying on his desk and his hand had a firm grip on his bat. "Al? Are you okay?" You gently reached out and stroked his hair. He let out a low snarl and you pulled away. Turning around you thought, 'As much as I like Al he sure does get under my skin a lot. I guess he just needs his space. I'll walk home alone today.'
When there was only a few minutes left until you could leave, you asked to the restroom. You weren't really going, it was just a way to get out a little early and avoid hallway traffic. You walked out one of the doors and headed towards home. You hadn't even left school grounds when the bell rang. Still, you avoided the people which was great.
You walked along slowly, enjoying the morning that you hadn't seen in so long it felt. It felt different, having the sun in a different place in the sky than what you were used to seeing. Preoccupied by these thoughts, you didn't hear someone come running up behing you. They ran into you hard, sending you into the sidewalk. You braced your fall with your hands, scratching them up. You looked up to see whoever pushed you.
"Alfred? Why the hell did you push me?" you said, confused.
"I just ran into you," he clarified. "And I did so you'd stop walking."
"Well, you succeeded," you muttered sarcastically.
"You realize you can't walk alone, right? What if Francis was around? He could grab you and take you far away from this place. He's dangerous and we're on his shit list, ______."
You could tell he was serious. He rarely used your actual name unless he was. You wondered if he was scared. He acted like he was scared for you. If he was scared, you knew you were in serious danger.
"Okay, then walk me home. I'll make us lunch."
"So, you're just gonna heat up left overs?" Al asked with a smirk.
"Pretty much."

As you warmed up food, you spoke to Alfred about the test...which he proceeded to rant about for the next ten minutes or so. He really did not like Mr. Kirkland. Or the way he tried to 'treat' the class with his home-made cupcakes that had a reputation for putting people in the hospital. Al had kept you from taking one by indiscreetly knocking the whole tray into the floor. That earned him Saturday dentention, but I'm pretty sure the whole class was grateful for it. He finally calmed once you brought him his food.
"So, Shortstop...Christmas is coming up," Al started. You just nodded. "And, uh, I was wondering if you'd like to spend it with me and my brother-"
You nearly choked on your food. "You have a brother!?"
"Yeah, he's a little bit younger than me, but he's a grade ahead. He's better in school than me... Anyways, do you wanna go?"
"Of course!" you wrapped your arms around Al's neck. "So, what's your brother like? I need to know what to get him as a gift."