{Request} Movie Night - AmericaxReader

You looked in your mirror, trying to figure out the perfect outfit to wear tonight. Your long time best friend, Alfred F. Jones, was coming to pick you up and take you to the movies. You wanted to look your best for him. You have had a crush on the American for quite sometime. You finally picked out your outfit. It was a pair of (color) skinny jeans, a (color) t-shirt, and a pair of (color) converses. You had to say that you looked quite good in this type of clothing.

Your doorbell rang. “Coming!”, you shouted as you ran to the front door. You opened the door. “Hi!”, you said. Alfred was wearing a Captain America shirt with a pair of nice fitting jeans. Of course, he would never forget to wear that infamous bomber jacket of his. “Hey ________! You look great! You ready to go?”, he asked you in his usually loud voice. You blushed at the compliment. “You look great too. And yes I’m ready.”, you smiled at him.

You walked out of your house locking the door behind you. Alfred opened the passenger side door for you. “Well, well Alfred. When did you become such a gentleman?”, you laughed. He scratched the back of his head with a big smile plastered across his face. “Well when you hang around Artie for so long, you learn a few things.”, he let out his signature laugh.

“I suppose you do.”, you laughed with him before you got into the passenger side. He shut the door and went around to his side and got in. “So what movie do you want to see?”, he asked as he started the car. You tap your chin in thought. “Hmm…I want to see The Conjuring. It looks pretty awesome!”, you said with excitement. “How did I know you would choose that movie?”, he looked pretty nervous about it.

Your eyes softened. “Well I will be with you. I know you don’t like scary movies much. Just remember that these scary movies aren’t real. That always makes me feel better.”, you flashed him a reassuring smile. He laughed. “I suppose you’re right, but I’m the hero. I shouldn’t be scary of some spooky movie. I’m suppose to protect you from them.”, he winked. You blushed.

“Well I’m not going to get scared. I assure you.”, you informed him. “Oh yeah? Want to make a bet on it?”, he smirked. You returned the smirk. “You’re on. I bet I won’t get scared at all.”, you crossed your arms, clearly confident. “Well if I win, you have to eat Artie’s Scones for a whole week.”, the American smirked. “And if I win, you have to watch Jane Austen movies with me all day.”, you teased. Alfred hated romance movies. “Well we’ll see.”, he said as he drove off to the movie theater.

When you arrived, you both got out of the car and bought your tickets. You knew you were clearly going to win this bet. You both took your seats at the back of the theater. The movie theater grew dark as the movie started. When the movie first started, it wasn’t even that scary, but as the story went on…you found yourself to be a little freaked out. You wouldn’t dare let Alfred know.

Alfred was actually taking the movie pretty well. What you said must have cured him of his fear of horror movies. You gripped the armrests tightly as things in the movie got intense. Alfred looked over at you to see your reaction. He was trying to get you to crack under the pressure. He wouldn’t win that easily. When your focus was on Alfred, something on the screen took you by surprise making you squeal with fear. You clung to Alfred’s arm. He had won the bet.

After the movie was over, you both walked outside to the car and got in. “Looks like I lost.”, you sighed. Alfred laughed. “Pretty much, dude. Start looking forward to Artie’s Scones for a week.”, he poked your cheek teasingly. “I’m surprised you didn’t get scared at all.”, you told him. “I’m the hero! I don’t get scared!”, he scoffed, truly full of himself.

Alfred drove you home and walked you to the door. “Thank you. I had a good time even though I lost the bet.”, you smiled at him. “Don’t worry about it, dude. Better luck next time.”, he laughed and you laughed with him. When you both stopped laughing, your eyes met with his. Your face turned crimson. “Well…I…Um…will see you later.”, you stuttered out. He chuckled softly, leaning in to give you a peck on the lips.

“See you tomorrow.”, he gave you a playful wink as walked to his car. “Wait!”, you called after him. He turned around to look at you. “Yeah, babe?”, he asked. You walked over to him. “I’m still a bit shaken from the movie. I don’t want to stay by myself. Can you stay over tonight?”, you asked shyly. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. “Of course I can.”, he kissed your forehead. He pulled away and you took his hand into yours and intertwined your fingers. You both walked into your house. You were glad that you lost the bet.