AmericaXReader- A real superhero

A real superhero

AmericaXReader



It was a sunny day and you were looking down from on top of a hill in the park at the flowers that were currently in bloom, it smelled nice.

"HEY! _____ c'mon!"

You looked in the direction the shouts were coming from and you saw your friend Alfred, he was standing at the top of the highest hill in the park holding onto the handle of his bicycle, it was painted silver with red lightning bolts all over it and it had a basket on the front, he was waving his hand beckoning for you to come.

"I'm coming," you answered, picking up a few flowers and running over to where he was standing.

You were panting from trudging all the way up to the top of the hill, hands on your knees bent over, you looked up at him with an unamused face.

"Aren't we a little too old to be doing stuff like this?" He smiled at the question, running his hand through his blonde hair while still keeping a tight grip on 'The Alfred mobile' because for whatever reason the kickstand wasn't down.

"You're never too old to ride the Alfred mobile!" He replied with his biggest smile on his face.

And with that he grabbed your arm with his free hand and pulled you closer to the bike, "C'mon! It's gonna be awesome, ____!"

"Fine! Fine, just stop pulling me, I'll get on it myself." you said, jerking your arm out of his grip.

"Okay, but you gotta get in the basket."

You looked at him with the most menacing death glare possible, he had to be kidding you, you were not an eight year old, you were not ever for any reason going to get into the basket of a bike and ride it down a big hill, you were not-

"AEYAAAAAAAAAAAA-!" your scream broke your thought as, without knowing what happened, you were in the basket of the bike with Alfred on the seat holding onto you with one hand and steering the bike with the other.

"I told you I wasn't going to ride down the hill! You said you only wanted me to come to cheer you on!" you screamed, swinging your balled fist around trying to reach behind you to hit him.

"Yeah, but I thought this would be more fun than just watching!" he replied, with an even bigger smile on his face than earlier.

Before you could respond the bike hit a rock at the base of the hill and you and Alfred were in the air, you couldn't entirely comprehend what happened, you were in the basket of the bike and now you were in the air, what gives? Wasn't he supposed to be steering the bike?

"You were supposed to be steering! Why'd you hit that big rock?"

"That was the plan!" He shouted back.

Your mind stopped for a moment, that maniac saw the rock, apparently knew it was there and planned to hit it? This was too much, if your neck doesn't break from the landing then you are never hanging out with him again.

Before you could say any last words it looked like he launched himself from his place in the air and braced you as you landed in the pond, was he? No. Not possible… Was he flying?

You didn't get to think of a possible answer before you broke through the water's surface, you were confused, cold, and angry.

You were splashing in the water like you were being attacked by a shark when you saw Alfred surface, "Was that awesome or what?" You just gave him one of your death glares, how could he POSSIBLY think you had fun?

"What."

"I said 'Was that awesome or-'"

"I said what I meant."

You both swam back to shore, your clothes soaking wet and you cold and seething with rage.

"I am NEVER going to hang out wi-"

You got cut off by a hug from Alfred, he was somehow still warm even though he was soaking wet just like you were, unless…







"Maybe you are a superhero."