Bad Guy: 2p!America x Reader

Chapter 10

"Shut up, Matt," Al said, dismissing his brother's comment. "And get the god damn first aid kit. I'm bleeding to death here."
You saw Matt roll his eyes and you couldn't help but grin. You had learned that when Al didn't wanna talk, he cursed more and got impatient. Matthew left the room, leaving the two of you alone. You looked over at Alfred, who was leaning up against the counter, not looking at you. Walking toward him, you could smell the strong, metallic scent of blood. It wasn't until you touched his hand, that he spoke.
"I always get into trouble for you," he said. "And it always ends with me getting my ass kicked."
"I'm sure you beat him pretty good too, Al," you tried to assure.
"Not this time, Shortstop, he brought a weapon of his own this time," he lifted up his shirt, showing you the long gash that ran down his side. You stared at it, unable to look away, watching as blood trickled down out of it. "It hurts like a bitch."
"Yeah, I'd say so," you grabbed a cloth from the sink and rinsed hot water over it. "Take off your shirt."
"I don't think this is the place for this, doll..." he said with a wink, but pulled his shirt off anyway. You glanced over his tanned chest and abs, hoping he wouldn't notice. He did. "Like what you see, don't you?"
"Shut up," you defended, blushing. You placed the hot cloth on his wound, cleaning away blood that dried against his skin. "I didn't know you had a tattoo."
He looked down at the black eagle inked in his chest. "It's pretty wicked, right?"
You nodded, dabbing away any blood that trickled out for a few minutes before speaking quietly. "Thank you...."
"What was that?"
"I said 'thank you'. For coming to get me."
He turned his head away, looking at the cabinets. "It was my fault you left. I had to come get you."
"Did Antonio say anything after Matt left with me?" you asked.
Al looked down at you, then looked away again. "I wish I could lie to you, _____. He said something about Francis always getting what he wants and that he wants you. He said there would be no way that I could save you from Francis. I told him I would never let him get a hold of you. And....and he just laughed and said that he already had you. I don't know what he means, but it's not good."
You laid down your wash cloth and wrapped your arms around Al's shoulders, hugging him tightly. He stiffened before slightly returning the embrace. You stood like that for a moment, listening to his heart pound against his chest. Al rested his head atop yours and breathed in the scent of your favorite shampoo.
"Am I interrupting something?" Matt said, renetering the room with the first aid kit, which wasn't really a first aid kit by normal standards. Instead of band aids and peroxide there was syringes and rubbing alcohol.
You broke away from Al and turned to face his half brother. "No," you answered.
"Good, cause you should sleep. Go down the hall, second room on the left. I left some clothes in there for you to sleep in. I'll fix up my idiot brother."
You just nodded, tiredness taking over. You went into the room, finding gray sweat pants and a huge red hoodie. You threw Al's jacket on the bed and changed out of your clothes. Pulling yourself into the covers of the bed, you noticed something laying on the nightstand. It was an envelope. You cautiously opened it and pulled out a note written on simple lined paper.
'______,
I know my deadbeat brother won't pay you back for bailing him out, so it's up to me since you saved me the trouble of going to get him myself. So, along with this note there's $500.
Merry Christmas, I guess,
Matt Williams'
You smiled at his note. You had worried that it was a letter from Francis. You laid it back on the nightstand and snuggled into the covers, drifting off to sleep.

Alfred woke up in pain about six hours after Matt had cleaned him up. All the cuts and bruises he'd gotten the night before were takin their toll. He rolled off the couch, and shakily walked into the kitchen. The microwave said 9:27 a.m. He was about to go back to sleep until he caught sight of you at the kitchen table, eating pancakes.
"Merry Christmas, Al," you said through a mouthful of sweet syrup and cake.
He sat down next to you. "Same to you, Shortstop."
You gave him a sideways glance. "Still shirtless, huh?"
"Yeah, it's your gift from me."
You chuckled. "Well, thanks."
It was quiet for a moment. Only the clinking of your fork on your plate was heard.
"Actually," he said quietly. "You already have your gift that I was gonna give you."
"What was it?" you inquired.
"My jacket...." Al mummbled, looking down.
"I can't take that from you," you said. "That's something that only belongs to you. Besides, you look better in it."
He grinned, but it faded quickly. "It's all I have to give you that means anything."
You stood up, putting your dishes in the sink. "I have you, and you mean something."
"That's not what I meant, and it's not true."
You leaned down to him, making him look at you. "Don't say that, Al."
He stood up quickly and you saw him wince. "Why not? I'm not good for anything except violence-and lately I can't even do that. How am I gonna keep you safe from Francis if I can't even fight his dumbass friends?"
You stood quietly, not sure what to say. He meant more to you than you could explain. You wanted to convince him, but you didn't know how. Staring at his tattoo, you unconsciously reached out to trace it. Surprisingly, he didn't make a comment about it. He pulled you in closer to his arms, until your head was laying on his shoulder. You wrapped your arms around his midsection.
"You've always kept me safe, Al," you muttered into his skin. "No matter what."
Gently, he guided your chin up to look into his eyes. They were still the same dark red that frightened and intrigued you. He soon closed in on you, getting closer to your face. You felt blush rise on your cheeks, but before he could do anything, he pulled back.
"Where's Matt?" he asked, looking around.
"He went out to get some things about 10 minutes before you woke up," you said, agitated. "Why does it matter?"
Swiftly, he turned you around, pushing you against the refrigerator. "Because I don't wanna get interrupted this time."
Roughly, he pressed his lips to yours, tasting the sweet syrup on his tongue. You gladly returned his kiss that you had unwillingly longed for. He pulled you closer with one arm around your waist, and pulled back. Before you could ask why, he picked you up, carrying you to couch.
Laying you down, he crawled beside you. "I've been wanting to lay like this again ever since the time you sewed up my arm."
You snuggled into his chest, letting his warmth wash over you. He kissed your forehead trailing down you cheek until he had your lips again. You had never seen him this affectionate, but you enjoyed it. Pulling away, you smirked at him.
"Why weren't you always this loving?" you teased.
"I didn't know I could be," he answered. "But don't expect it all the time."
"I don't think I could handle that," you giggled.
He sat up, and you watched the toned muscles in his back flex. "Me neither."
You heard the front door open and Matt's heavy footsteps on the floor. You sat up next to Al as his brother came in. You both stared at him for a long time before he finally spoke.
"I'm gonna pretend like you two didn't do what I think you did."
"We didn't!" you and Al yelled simutaneously.
"Sure, just make sure you're ready in five minutes. I'm taking you lovers home," he muttered, unconvinced.
Al bit back a comment and stood up. "I'll be right back."
You gathered your things from the guest bedroom, keeping on the clothes Matt gave you since they were a lot warmer than your own. You cursed yourself for wearing those stupid heels, but put them on any way. Grabbing Matt's note, you walked back to the living room, where you found him sitting there.
"Oh, hey," you stuttered out, sitting down on the couch. There was a moment of awkward silence as he stared at you. "Look, Al and I didn't do anything, I swear. I know it looked bad, but--"
"That's not what I'm thinking about," he quickly interjected. "Listen, _____, you're a nice girl--but that's the problem. Nice girls don't belong with bad guys, like Al or even me, for that matter. You'll get yourself and everyone around you into trouble if you stay with him. It could end in someone important dead. I'm sorry I have to tell you this, but do us all a favor and leave him."
You were too shocked to move and too angry to even find words to speak. So, you sat there staring back at Matt who wouldn't face you, taking long drags of his cigarette.
"Screw you," you spat out after a while.
Matt chuckled. "Are you going to run out again? So Al can be a hero and save you? Yeah, go do that. You see how great his fighting skills are since the two of you got close. He used to be able to take down two guys twice Antonio's size at once and not even get a scratch. At the rate he's going, you'll have him killed by the end of the year."
You sat back into the couch. His words if truth kept digging into your skin. Everything he had said was true. You wondered however, if it was right. Would be fair to leave Al, after all this time we'd spent together? you thought.
You heard Al walking down the hall. "You guys ready?"
"Yeah," you said back, forcing a smile.
You and Al crammed yourselves in the back of his half brothers car. In the tight space you wondered if Al felt the tension between yourself and Matt. It was hard to tell. No one spoke in the twenty minute ride home. It seemed everything was said and done. By the time Matt pulled in front of Alfred's decrepit building, Al was practically out of the car. You watched as he bounded inside, it seemed he was on top of the world. You quickly stepped out of the car, but not quickly enough to escape the grating voice of Matt.
"Leave him."

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