Strangers .:America x Reader:.

Sharply exhaling the cold air, which allowed you to see your breath shorty; you walked across the street. Not even bothering to look either way or even one way, it didn’t matter, any more to you. Blank. Your mind felt as if it was about to explode with all these negative feelings and thoughts.

You didn’t care if a car came and hit you. You just couldn’t bring yourself mentally to stop it from happening. You’d just let it happen. Seeing as to how you felt yourself slowly slipping back into suicidal thoughts, but you never had the nerve to take your own life.

Nobody cares, you bitterly contemplated as you sluggishly moved your sneakers across the pavement, and they will never truly care.

As you continued walking, you realised that a car in fact was heading towards you. That made you stop cold in your journey to the little book store over on the other side. The driver of the car must have thought you were insane, but truth be told you would’ve been lying if you said you disagreed.

It all was about to stop. Finally, but it didn’t. Someone pulled you out of the way just in time before you became road kill. You noticed your ‘hero’ just staring wide-eyed at you. It was as if he saw a ghost.

“Do you have a staring problem or something?” Voice set in monotone; you just fixed your dully coloured scarf a bit. The boy blinked his optimistic blue eyes a few times, adjusted his glasses, and then cleared his throat.

“Sorry, dudette…it’s just…what the heck were you doing? Were you trying to get yourself killed?” It slightly startled you at how blunt the stranger was being, but nevertheless you replied as if nothing happened.

“Maybe, maybe not…and my name isn’t ‘dudette’.” The blond muttered a quick unapologetic apology. He walked closer to you and grabbed your hand. Turning to face you, fully, he introduced himself.

“My name’s Alfred…what’s yours?” You didn’t reply. You couldn’t. You wouldn’t. All you could unfortunately think about was how warm his hand was, even in this chilly weather. Soon, you were snapped from thinking when your eyes finally registered Alfred’s hand waving in front of your face.

“Huh? Oh, I’m...somebody…though, nobody important.” You watched as the American’s smile faded. He obviously wanted your name, for some odd reason. All of this attention was weird to you. Never once did a stranger save you before from near death and interacted with you, like this.

“Well,” Loss of interest and focus was brought back on Alfred once he spoke, again. “Since you won’t tell me your name…or anything, for that matter…” You just stared at him with a dead look in your eyes. He was stalling his sentence. And, honestly, it was irritating because it was very unnecessary.

“I guess I’ll just have to get to know you! It’ll be fun, I promise.” It was now your turn to stare at him in utter shock. Was he serious? Was this just some type of humourless joke?

“Wait, what, no I don’t—” Your protesting was cut short, since he held his hand up to signal silence.

“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you! Heroes don’t hurt girls; especially the pretty ones, like you.”

All that your mind was thinking now was that this was going to be very…interesting.