(Req)AmericaxReader- Falling for a Hero

You looked up at the starry sky as you let out a huge sigh. You had been waiting for that young lad who was wrapped in nothing but mystery. He was the town's superhero, he had the strength, powers and the skills to save every troubled townsfolk. You were often assigned by your boss to take pictures of him to put it on headlines of the town's newspaper and every time you did your job, you had found yourself slowly falling for him.

He was a nameless being, but everyone seemed to have referred to him as Superman. You scoffed at the idea of stealing a comic book character's name, so you honestly preferred to call him by his real name instead. But of course, you never knew.

You noticed that he had a habit of patrolling the entire town at night, so you also made it your habit to watch the stars every night and look out for any sign of him, and then one night as you looked out of your bedroom window to check once more before you sleep, you were taken by surprise when you see him floating right out your window.

"Uh... Wh-What are you doing here?" You asked, your eyes wide. You were already face-to-face with the object of your infatuations and you had to stop yourself from giggling like a smitten schoolgirl. "D-Do you need some--"

"Shhh!" He put one of his fingers to his lips and you instantly shut your mouth. You settled on staring at his features instead. He had a well-toned body that was hidden behind a blue and red costume. He had blonde hair and behind the mask that shielded his upper face, you could make out the sight of cerulean eyes. "I saw three suspicious looking men enter your home. It'd be best if you keep quiet."

Then all of a sudden, your bedroom door slammed open and three men all dressed in black went barging in. You jumped in fear and yelped in surprise, startling the three robbers and making them look towards you. And the moment they saw you and the man floating behind your window, they made a mad dash out of the room.

"Oh, no you won't!" The hero shouted as he swooped downwards and waited for the moronic robbers to get out of your house's door. The moment all three men came out, he had effortlessly knocked them out with one punch. You couldn't help but cheer as you watched from your bedroom window.

The hero smiled as he flew up towards you, then he said, "Call the cops and tell them about the incident."

"Of course I will! Thanks for saving me, sir... uh what should I call you?" You asked, barely trying to contain your excitement. Your mind has been going on hyper mode and all that comes out of it was "HejustsavedyoumakeoutwithhimHejustsavedyoumakeoutwithhim."

"You don't need to know my name." He said then he waved his hand and flew away from you.

"H-Hey! At least let me give you a reward or something." You shouted after him. Let me give you a kiss, goddammit.

"Your smile is already a good enough reward, Miss. See you!" He shouted back and all you could do was watch him fly away. Then you suddenly realized that you hadn't taken a picture of him and you just had to repeatedly slap yourself before you had the sense to call the cops and report the three knocked-out robbers outside your home.

The next day at work, your boss had heard about what happened at your home and that was when all hell has broken loose.

"That hero was already under your freaking nose and you didn't take a damned close-up picture?! JUST WHAT KIND OF PHOTOGRAPHER ARE YOU?!" He roared and you see drops of spit flying towards you. If you weren't already so scared of the son of a bitch, you would have gone all matrix just to avoid all those spit. But unfortunately you were scared shitless and you had no choice but to close your eyes and let the spit-shower get to your face.

"You know! I should just fire you, you good for nothing employee!" He shouted.

"Sir that's not cool! You're getting way out of line! Don't you know she's one of your best photographer's?" One of your co-workers and friend, Alfred suddenly butted in and you prayed to all the gods out in the entire universe that your boss wouldn't get any angrier.

"Who the hell do you think you are, Jones? You're just an editor's junior assistant! Don't tell me what to do!" Your boss roared some more. Honestly, just add a mane of golden hair around his face and he would be resembling a lion right now... An over-weight old lion, that is.

"I'm not telling you what to do, I'm just defending one of my co-workers!" Alfred protested and you had the sudden feeling that this building (or hopefully your boss) would explode into a gazillion pieces in any minute.

"SHUT UP, JONES! That's it! I've had enough of you, you cheeky brat! YOU'RE FIRED!" Your boss shouted and then he turned towards you. "You too, you're fired!"

"B-But sir, I..." You began nervously.

"YOU HEARD WHAT I SAID! Now the two of you should pack up your things and get out of my sight!"

"Hmph. Fine. We'll just find an awesome-er newspaper company that appreciates our talent." Alfred said.

"Hahaha! Good luck with that!" He mocked as he got inside his office and slammed the door shut.

Alfred stuck his tongue out to the boss's office door and then he turned to look at you. "I... I'm so sorry for that. I meant to defend you, but instead--"

"I don't see you guys packing!" Your boss bellowed from behind his office.

"Shut up, you old geezer!" You and Alfred shouted at the same time, causing your boss to turn red with fury and chase the both of you out of his building, not even giving you guys the chance to pack up your things.

"So... What do we do now?" Alfred asked as he stared at the building which you considered your office just five minutes ago.

"I... I don't know anymore. I guess I'll be a freelance photographer again and do a little waitressing or something." You replied as you let out a sigh. There was also an option of working at a modeling agency, but you couldn't stand working with bitchy models who always throw out their tantrums. Maybe, I should just ask that hero to take me away. I'd be much much happier.

"A... A waitress, dudette, seriously?" Alfred asked in disbelief. "Come on! Your photos are really good!"

"Well--" You began, but Alfred suddenly stopped you.

"Wait! I just remembered that my brother is writing a book and he needed city pictures!" Alfred said in glee.

"But I thought you said Matthew--"

"No, not him! My other brother Arthur!" He said impatiently. "Anyway, I've been telling him how awesome your work is, and maybe if I show him your portfolio, he could give you a job!"

"R-Really? Oh... Oh my gosh!" You pull a black clear book out of your bag and quickly hand it to Alfred. "H-Here it is! Please do show it to him!"

"Sure! I'll go bother him at his home now and I'll call you if he approves, okay? Bye!" He said as he turns around to walk away from you.

"Alfred wait... What about you? What are you gonna do now?" You asked, suddenly feeling guilty that your friend would prioritize finding a job for you first than doing it for himself. "I know a few modeling agencies... and I'm not gonna lie, you're pretty good-looking, so maybe you want me to..."

He shrugged. "Nah. I'm pretty busy with a lot of stuff these days, so I really don't care if I have a job." Then he gave you a smile and approached you to ruffle your hair. "You don't have to worry about me, okay dudette?"

"O-Okay. You're such a good man, Alfred. You're a wonderful friend." You said and then gave him a quick hug. "Thanks for looking out for me."

"Hey. That's what friends are for. Anyway, see ya later!" He quickly said and then finally left for good.

A few hours later, somebody knocked on your door and when you came to answer it, you were surprised to see Alfred standing on your doorstep.

"I thought you were going to call." You said.

"I thought of delivering the news myself." He grinned at you as he steps inside. "So... You're hired, dudette!"

"Wh-What?! R-Really?! I... That's so awesome, dude!" You remarked in glee and jumped towards him to give him a hug. "Tell Arthur I said thanks!"

"Pffft. You should be thanking me. He was a little skeptical at first and I had to annoy the heck out of him just so he could hire you." He said as he hugs back. "Anyway, tell me if he's making things difficult for you, I'd make sure to give him a punch on the face."

"Hahaha! Thank you so very much, Alfred! How can I ever repay you?" You said as you stared into his cerulean eyes. Wait... Those... Those eyes. It's almost the same as...

"Your smile is already a good enough reward, dudette." He said softly as he stared back, making you remember the hero that just saved you from the three burglars last night.

"Wh-What did you just say?" You asked.

"I'll do anything for you and your smile is all the reward or repayment that I'll ever need." Alfred said, his face getting closer and closer to yours. "I'll always be here for you."

Then as if some force in the universe was ruining the moment, Alfred pulled himself away from you and let out an awkward laugh. "Hahaha! I mean, I'll always be here for you... As a friend."

"Ah... Hahaha! Y-Yes, of course. And I'll always be here for you too." You finished, feeling slightly embarrassed and suspicious at the same time.

"A-Anyway, I should go. Bye, Dudette!" Alfred said as he gave you a grin and walked out of the house.

"Bye."

The moment he had left your house, you lay down on your bed, tracing out patters at the ceiling and thinking at the same time.

He's too similar with the town hero. The same blonde hair... The same cerulean eyes... The same body... Maybe he is Alfred. But they have such different personalities, the town's hero is well... too serious and a little bit cold, while Alfred is happy-go-lucky. Surely, they're different people... Gah! I'm confused! You, then, decided to cover your face with a pillow and sleep.

~*~*~*~*~
Days passed and Arthur had finally given you your first assignment, Alfred was very excited about it and decided to assist you in anyway possible, so now the two of you were already at the rooftop of the town's highest building. Arthur had requested pictures showing the view of the entire town so it would make sense to take it at the highest place possible.

"Well, I'll be taking the pictures here on the rails, be sure to guide me, okay? I wouldn't want to fall." You said as you stood up on the rails and prepared your camera at the same time.

"Be careful, okay?" He said, his voice filled with nothing but concern.

You turn your head to look at him. "Don't worry, "careful" is my middle... AHHHHHHHH!" When you turned to look at Alfred, you had suddenly lost your footing and slipped, causing you to fall down. You aimlessly flail your arms in the air as if they could actually make you fly, but try as you might you were falling... and fast.

"DUDETTE!" Alfred shouted as he jumped after you.

"You idiot! Why would you jump?! Gyaaaaaahhhh! I'm gonna die!" You closed your eyes and prepared yourself for your impending death. Whoever said that "your whole life plays right before your very eyes before you die" should be pushed off a cliff so that he could actually not see all the silly flashbacks and feel the fear you were feeling right now instead.

But the landing never came, instead you felt yourself being carried by strong and warm hands and when you opened your eyes, you see Alfred's face. He was having a very serious expression on his face and somehow, you could hear his heart pounding very quickly through his chest.

"Shit, dudette! Don't. Ever. Scare. Me. Like. That." He said as he flew up towards the building's roof again. "*Sigh* I'm just glad you're safe. I... I wouldn't know what would happen to me if you die."

You were left speechless until the two of you were safely back at the rooftop, back to the solid cemented floor. It was then that you had finally regain the ability to speak.

"A-Alfred, you... you can actually fly!" You remarked. "W-Wait... You're the town's hero, aren't you? The one whom everyone called Superman?!"

"Y-Yeah, haha! I guess you could call it my secret." He said as he faked a laugh and started scratching his head. "Guess the jig is up, huh?"

"Hah! I knew it. So you are the town's hero!" You shouted. "Hey, everyone! I finally know who the evasive anonymous Superman is! It's----Appppfh!"

Before you could even finish your sentence, Alfred had suddenly grabbed you by the waist and kissed you. You tried pushing him away at first, but then as seconds pass you put your arms around his neck and start kissing back. Time seemed to have frozen at that moment and all you could feel was Alfred's warmth and his soft lips on yours and after seconds that seemed like an entire eternity, he pulled himself away.

"Heh. They say the best way to shut a woman up was to kiss her. I'm so sorry, but I wouldn't want you shouting my secret to the whole wide world."

"Tsk. You sneaky bastard!" You pouted as you flicked on his nose.

"Ouch..." He whined, making you giggle. "That hurt."

"Oh, the great "Superman" doesn't get hurt by punches, cuts and knives but a mere flick on the nose does?" You playfully teased.

"Flicks on the nose have no effect on me, unless somebody uses my weakness." He explained.

"And what's your weakness? Kryptonite? Wow... I never knew my hands posses them."

"No, it's you." He said as he gives you a smile. "I love you, dudette."

"I love you too, my lovable Hero." You whispered and the two of you had kissed once more.