Star Spangled Heart: America x reader one shots

The Rain

(A/N) Kind of a drabble I made while 'writing with llamas' on bored button. 

America stared out the window, bored out of his mind. The rain poured down aggressively, pitter-pattering on the thick glass. The wind howled outside, audible through the chimney. He sighed. He rose from his uncomfortable seat, purposely makinging it creak, and headed up the bounty of stairs. His knees ached, as they alway did, when the weather was crap. He closed his eyes. He was getting old. But no matter what, he would outlive (Y/N). Of that he was sure.

He continued his slow ascent up the ancient stairs. He reached the top, still thinking about (Y/N). She knew what she was getting into. And so did he. He made his way down the dark hallway, slowly opening the door to his bedroom. Taking off his jacket and shirt, he climbed under the covers, holding the person already sleeping there close to his chest. Close to his heart. She may not be there for him for the rest of his life, but he could be there for the rest of her's. He would protect her. Save her. Keep her close. He would be her hero.