America x Reader
Heroes Can't Get Cooties
Your legs swung lazily back and forth as you watched the clouds roll by. The sky was bright and blue, no hint of dark clouds anywhere. At least, as far as you could see through the light green leaves of the park's trees. It was a wonderful day.
Alfred Jones sat next to you on the wooden ledge, swinging his legs in sync with yours. He was a good friend and longtime love interest. You tried to let him know without being too forward or blunt about it, but it appeared he was so dense he never thought anything more of it than friendship, let alone love.
Maybe you could try again today.
"So," Alfred sighed, pulling you away from your train of thought, "I'm hungry."
"You're always hungry," you pointed out, glancing sideways at him.
He ignored your comment. "I want ice cream."
"I'll have some," you said simply, staring back up at the sky.
Alfred started shuffling through his pockets. "That's cool. I think I have enough money."
"Of course you do." He had a lot of money, no use denying that.
"Anything else?" he asked, ignoring you once again.
You paused for a moment. This might be a chance. "Uh... yeah."
"Um..." You hadn't thought out how to phrase this.
"Dude, just tell me. I think I have enough money."
"It... It's not something money can buy, Alfred," you said, grabbing his hand.
A long, silent moment went by.
"Ew! Ew! Cooties! Girl cooties!" he cried, jumping around, snatching his hand away and waving it like it was on fire.
Your face fell and shoulders dropped. If he could be anymore childish or insensitive you were sure you would die.
He continued his antics for a moment before stopping and smiling at you. "You think I'm still immature enough to pull something like that?"
"You just did!" you cried.
He laughed and sat back down next to you. "You know, heroes can't get cooties," he said, leaning in close and pressing his lips to yours. Then he pulled away. "You're talking about that, right?"
You swallowed as your face lit up with a blush. "Y-Yeah."
He grinned and hopped back to a standing position. "Well, come on," he said, grabbing your hand and pulling you to your feet as well. "That's only one thing. We still have to get ice cream!" he exclaimed happily, starting to pull you along.
You smiled as the blush tingled your cheeks. "Okay," you whispered, tightening your hand around his.
Maybe he wasn't as dense as you thought.
He dropped your hand as soon as he saw the ice cream stand and made a mad dash for it.
Yeah, and maybe cooties were deadly.