You stared at the flickering flame that danced before your eyes, tiny tints of light reflecting in your (e/c), rather annoyed orbs. Today had been a rather special day for not only you, but for your boyfriend, Alfred F Jones. It had officially marked the day that he had asked you to be his girlfriend five years ago, and you couldn't have been happier. Although he had told you he had 'important buisness to take care of' that morning, which wasn't very unusual for him, he would meet up with you that night.
You had said that it was fine, though you couldn't help but feel a small pang of sadness hit your heart hard like a weight. You were a tad disappointed that he would leave you all day to be by yourself when he knew it had been your anniversary. But, knowing that he was a busy guy, you didn't try and argue with yourself, or him, about it, and decided to plan him a surprise dinner that night to celebrate. Everything had seemed to go by smoothly. You had cooked the two of you dinner, which rarely ever happened, and set up the table to look like something out of a fancy romantic movie.
You backed up to look at your masterpiece, a sudden feeling of accomplishment soaring through you. Giving a small smile, you went into the bedroom the two of you had shared since Alfred had moved in with you, and rummaged around inside your closet to find the clothing you had been saving for a special occasion. Since you wern't the type to go out and party all the time, no matter how much your best friend, Elizaveta, tried to coax you into doing so, you had only worn the outfit once or twice. Moving aside one of Alfred's Captain America shirts, you reveiled the long, strapless black cocktail dress you had kept tucked safely in the back of the closet. A small smile crept upon your lips as you unhooked it from the white hanger, holding the clothing up to your figure. You wern't sure if your boyfriend had ever seen you in this, but you guessed there was a first time for everything. Slipping the dress on, you smoothed your hands over the wrinkles caught in the fabric. Nodding, you picked a matching pair of shoes out of the rack in the bottom of the closet, slipping them carefully onto your bare feet, attempting to walk out of the room without loosing your balance.
Once you had made it back into the kitchen, your heels clicking rythmicly against the tile, you dimmed the lights just enough so the brightest thing in the room was the lit, flaming candle placed evenly on the white tablecloth you had layed out. Just the thought of Alfred's face when he walked into your small apartment sent excited shivers down your spine, a happy grin once again spreading across your face. You took a seat in the first chair at the table across from where Alfred usually sat, folding your hands together, positioning them in your lap as you stared at the steaming spagetti on your white china plate.
And so you waited.
Taking your eyes off the flickering light infront of you, your gaze peered over at the clock hanging on the wall, the only sound in the room being the ticking sounds it made everytime it moved. It mocked you with the time nine o'clock, and there was still no sight of your beloved Alfred.
Maybe he's just...running a little late.. You told yourself, though you wern't sure you quite beleived it.
Tapping your nails against the top of the table, you once again looked down the now freezing cold noodles that lay on your plate, the sauce that you had put so carefully on the top now dripping off the food. Giving a defeated sigh, you licked two of your fingers, extinguishing the flame that had melted almost half the candle in the two hours you had been sitting there, patiently waiting for his return. And yet he still wasn't there.
You took the plates of food and shoved them irritably into the fridge, thinking you could have saved it for later. Not bothering to push the chair in as you left the kitchen, you found yourself making your way into the living room, your now pestered figure slumping into the soft cushion of the couch you had bought when you first moved into the apartment. Several thoughts were racing through your mind as you brought your legs up to your chest, your chin resting atop your knees. You kicked your shoes off, one landing with a rather loud 'thump' sound against the wooden door, the other hitting the coffe table leg infront of you. Why had he left you to be alone? He had done stunts like this several times before, but it was usually because of his job. Alfred's boss worked him to the bone, barely giving him any free time to just simply hang out with you. Sure, there was a few times in the week he had gotten an hour or so off, but it never quite seemed enough. You loved him, and you knew it. You treasured the man with all your heart, and didn't want to let him go. There was just the occasional time or so when the thought had crossed your mind.
What if he didn't love you as much as you thought he did?
You could feel tears welling up in your eyes as you sat scrunched up on the couch in pure darkness, nothing but pain, anger, and sadness mixing within you. Hiccuping, the wet, blubbery trails now running down your face, you had never felt as alone as you did right now. You could feel yourself dozing off as your eyes kept firmly locked on the door, waiting for your Prince to arrive and tell you he was sorry. Sorry for having left you to be by yourself on such an important day. Sorry for not having called you to tell you he had been held up somewhere and couldn't make it.
Sorry for everything.
Closing your eyes, you grasped one of the red pillows that lay next to you, hugging it tightly to your chest as if to pretend it was the warm embrace of another. What seemed like hours, but had actually been a few minutes passed, before you could hear the shuffling of keys from outside the door. Your eyes instantly popped open, not moving from the position you sat in. The door creaked open slightly, the head of a familiar american looking in as his gloved hand grasped the doorknob. The faint hallway light shone on him, revealing a rather tired looking face as he shut the door behind him and clicked on the lightswitch next to the door. Brightness instantly filled the room, making you want to curl up even more so he couldn't see your weeping figure laying pathetic like on the couch. You didn't want him to know you had been crying.
His nose twitched, the sickingly sweet smell of vanilla wafting in from the kitchen. Alfred's head turned, now noticing the lopsided candle and leftover strands of pasta from when you had put the plates away laying on the wrinkled tablecloth you had set up.
"Oh god..._______." Alfred sighed, running a hand through his thick, blond hair and cowlick that never seemed to stay down.
You shifted on the couch, your back now facing the boyfriend who you both did and didn't feel like seeing at the moment. Burrying your face into the pillow, you tried not to let out a single peep. But once you heard the sound of boots against carpet coming from behind you, you couldn't help but let out another pathetic weeping sound, the makeup you had put on that day melting off your face and smearing into the clean pillow. A comforting hand placed inself on your back, rubbing circles slowly across your dress.
"______," Alfred started, his voice soft and tired like. "I'm sorry that i'm late. I know this day meant alot to you, but I have a perfectly good explination as to why I was gone so long."
The words took a few minutes to sink into you, but when they finally did, you shot your head towards him, your (e/c) eyes filled with nothing but hate as they bore into his baby blue orbs.
"This day meant alot to me?!" You suddenly snapped, your body now turning to face him completely. "What about you? It obviously meant nothing to you, because if you would have given the slightest shred of intrest in today, you would have been here!"
Alfred's eyes grew at your words, his body still kneeled against the ground as he stared up at you, as if he wanted you to let everything out of your system. You wyped your wrist against your cheek, the smeared black eyeliner you had put on rubbing off onto your skin.
"I know that you're busy with work, and I understand that. But couldn't you have just gotten one day off?" More tears prickled at your eyes, feeling as vulnerable and weak as a small child. "I love you, Al! And...it just seems like you don't feel the same about me."
As soon as the words had passed your mouth, a gloved figure had made their way up to your lips. Your eyes stared into Alfred's now serious, stern ones, and you knew that he wasn't joking around.
"Don't ever say that again." He said, no emotion detected in his face. "I love you more than life itself. How could you possibly think that I don't feel the same about you?"
You kept quiet, not knowing exactally what to say. Why had you thought that? You'd think after the five years you had been with the crazy american, you'd know by now just how much he really loved you. Even though he never always showed it, you knew that the two of you could never be apart, and had something special that no one else quite had. Alfred removed his finger from your lips, his hand making its way to his bomber jacket pocket as he rummaged around for who knows what. The blonde haired man clamped his gloved hands over something in his palms, his gaze never faultering from yours.
"_______. When I look in your eyes, and you're looking back at mine, everything feels...not quite normal," Alfred started, shifting himself so he was bent down on one knee. "Because I feel stronger and weaker at the same time. I feel excited, and at the same time, terrified. The truth is, I don't know what I feel, except for the kind of man I want to be."
You looked down to his legs, and then to the object he now held out to you with a shaky grip. There, in the palm of his hands, sat a small velvet box. His fingers slowly popped open the lid with a snap, revealing a breathtaking (Favorite Gem) ring, sitting almost perfectly in the little container. Your hands clenched into fists, trying to hold in the emotions that came to you at that very moment.
"I've been working later so I could save up enough money to get you this.." He murmered, a small, weakened smile coming to his face as he looked up to you through his glasses. "And the reason that I left so early this morning was so England could help me pick out a perfect ring for you. I know that it's not much, and you might not like it, but I just want to ask you.."
Alfred paused, a toothy grin coming to his face. "Can I forever become your one and only hero?"
You opened your mouth, but nothing seemed to want to come out. All you could do was stare lovingly at the american, tears of joy, instead of tears of hate, welling in your eyes and blurring your vision. Without even thinking about it, you leapt off the couch and onto Alfred, planting his face with small kisses between a wide smile.
You finally spoke, wrapping your arms around his neck. "O-Of course I will!"
He smiled into the crook of your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you tighter to him, not wanting to let you go.
Not then, not now, and not ever.
You knew, at that exact moment, that the two of you would be together until the end of time itself.
As you stould there, wrapped in Alfred's loving embrace, you couldn't help but relize something. You untangled yourself from him, staring down into his blue eyes as a playful smirk came across your face.
"Hey, Al?" You asked, tilting your head the slightest.
"When you were...holding the case in your hands and telling me all those beautiful things.." You murmered, seeming to think about what you were saying for a moment or so.
"That was a quote from the first Spiderman movie...wasn't it?"
He grew still for a moment, at first not doing anything. But not soon after did another toothy grin come to his face, Alfred's arms snaking around your waist and bringing you closer. "You know it, babe." He whispered, giving you a quick peck on the cheek.