The Heartbroken Hero (America X Reader)

One Shot!

A crying girl on a park bench. Not what I was expecting to see on my early morning run. In fact, I had never saw anyone in this park this early in the morning. I stopped my jogging and looked at her concerned.“Yo, dudette, are you okay?” I had asked. What can I say, I can't stand when people cry, especially girls. It just riles something up inside of me.

She looked up at me and gasped, her (H/C) hair bouncing as she did so. She quickly grabbed at her mint colored purse, tossing it over her shoulder in haste, as she stood up. She gave a muttered apology, without meeting my gaze, and rushed off.

I furrowed my brows in confusion. “Well, that was weird. Maybe I should catch up to her and make sure she's alright...but is it my business?” After my short mental conflict, I decided it would be the correct thing to go after her, even though I didn't know her. She is one of my people, so of course her well-being is of my concern. Man, I wish I were as good with this as my bros are. They'd know just what to do.

I jogged up beside this pretty girl and smiled, “Hey, if you need a friend, then please just say the word.” Maybe song quotes weren't the best thing there, but I was desperate for words and those fit.

She opened her mouth then closed it, then replied to me rather sheepishly. “I don't even know you.”

“Alfred.” I stuck my hand out for her to shake, “Alfred Jones. I'm stationed at the Air Force Base.”

“Oh, so you're a pilot?” Her tone perked up slightly, but I could tell she was still weary.

I smiled at her and shook my head, “Nah, not anymore. My eyes aren't good enough they say. It's a load of crap to me, I'll just put contacts in and be off. But they don't like that, no not at all.” I waved my hands around as if it would make my words have more impact.

She smiled, which made me feel better. “Sounds like a personal problem.”

“Hey!” I laughed, “It's totally not fair, really! I've been flying for years, and before that, all I thought about was flying one day. Heck, flying is my life, and doing it for my country? Any day, if they'd let me.”

“You sound passionate about it.” She replied, still refusing to make eye contact.

I nodded, “Well, yeah. I was born for it.” I stepped in front of her, “So how about you, miss mystery miss?”

She kept her eyes down and giggled, “My name is (Y/N). I work...worked...at WacDonalds.”

“So, like, what happened?” I asked, stopping us both dead in our tracks.

She pondered something for a moment. “I was accused of sexually harassing another employee. I didn't, of course...but still. And now that's going to be on my record and I'll never, ever, get a new job and...I shouldn't be telling you...any of this…” She sniffed and wiped her eyes. “G-goodbye, Alfred.”

“H-hey, (Y/N)!” I called out, “You shouldn't be alone. And the sun is barely out! At least let me walk you to the bus stop or something.”

She shook her head, but I made a point to look determined. “Okay, fine.”

“Great!” I laughed as we began walking together. “Hey, I run around the park like every morning, so if you ever need to talk - or need anything, really...just come sit on that same bench. Alright?”

She smiled weakly, “Uh, yeah, sure.”

I didn’t see this girl again for several weeks. At first, I thought - Oh, she just forgot. She'll come by soon. - but then I decided she really just doesn’t like me, or whatever. I guess I am a hard character to like at times. After three weeks of this I kept having a weird feeling that maybe it was not as simple as I thought. Depression is running rampant these days, I’m not ignorant to that fact. And not only depression, but anxiety as well. Maybe I pushed her too hard. After all, she was having a rough time after what happened at her work.