Days Go By-Chapter 1

Days Go By
America x Reader
Chapter 1

It was early July, you sat up on your lifeguard tower, staring out into the Atlantic Ocean, watching all the vacationers splash about in the salty water. It was the perfect day to go out to the beach. The temperature was well over 80 degrees and not a single cloud occupied the open sky. You scanned the shore and noticed a tall blonde man helping who appeared to be his little brother onto a surf board. You smiled inwardly at his kindness then resumed to supervise the other beach-goers.

You heard a loud foghorn shatter the sounds of beach signaling the changing tide. You pulled your (colour) hair back in a ponytail and leaned forward in your chair alertly, prepared to leap from the tower and run towards the shore if someone were to be dragged back into the ocean by the undertow. As the swimmers headed in you watched as the younger brother of the blonde you saw earlier body surf into the shore, leaving his older sibling out to catch that last wave. You slightly stood up off your chair, honing your (colour) eyes on the blonde surfer. He paddled far out into the ocean and found a sand bar to wait for a wave. The water swelled and lifted the board up, guiding its rider to the sand. You took in his appearance, dirty blonde hair, sun-kissed skin, American flag trunks...you mentally slapped yourself for getting distracted.

That's where things went wrong. You noticed the wave break early, throwing the rider off balance and off his board, then get swallowed by the current. You leaped from your post and made a mad dash for the water, listening to people gasp and scream at the horror. The cold water stung your skin as you splashed against the waves. The current practically sucked you in as you swam towards the surfboard, hoping that the reader was still attached.

The scenario was just like your training.

"People don't float once they've drowned." You recalled your instructor's sayings,
"Swim parallel to the current."

You did exactly that as you rushed to the board.

By this time two other lifeguards on jetskis were with you, they hoisted the board up. No rider was attached to it. You panicked a little then imagined the surfer's little brother's face when he would learn that his sibling was taken victim to the ocean. You didn't want to see that.
You plunged into the dark water, reaching around for the surfer. Then you felt it. Flesh. Without a second thought, you tightened your grip and swam to the surface. The other lifeguards helped you lift him up to the jetski where you began to preform palm thrusts against his diaphragm, forcing some water out of his system.

Once on land, you forced your palms harder into his abdomen, pushing out more salt water with every thrust. But it wasn't enough, the blonde still wasn't breathing. You pushed back a few stray strands of hair and tilted his head back slightly then slightly parted his lips. Without hesitation, you pressed your lips to his, creating a seamless space where your forced your breath into his lungs. You listened for any sign of life, but all you heard was a soft gurgling from inside his throat and the murmurs from the crowd surrounding you. With another palm thrust the surfer's eyes shot open and he rolled over to cough up the rest of the salt water in his system.

The crowd let out relieved sighs and dispersed.

"Alfred!" The younger brother cried out, kneeling by his side.

"H-h-hey bro..." Alfred replied shakily.

"You...You almost died!"

"I'm okay Ma-Matthew."

Alfred sat up and looked at you, shock and fear reflected in his blue eyes.

"Tha-nk...you." He coughed, making him fall back into the sand.

"It's my job." You said with a smile then headed back to your post. As you watched the vacationers pack up their blankets, thoughts and images raced throughout your mind.

"God he was gorgeous..." you muttered in your thoughts as you saw his image in your subconscious, making you blush slightly.

Your watch beeped, 4:00, your shift was over. You hopped off your tower and headed to the bus stop. Normally you would've walked home, but after the events you had just experienced you wouldn't have even been able to take on the mile walk to your condo. At the bus stop you saw the same pair of brothers from earlier. The older of the two waved vigorously at you.

"Hey!" He called. You walked over to talk to him.

"Hi." You greeted.

"Thanks for saving me, like seriously, thanks...saving people that's totally badass." He rambled.

You just smiled.
The bus arrived, you and the brothers boarded.

"So um...if you're not doing anything later, wanna come see The Avengers with me and Matthew?" Alfred asked, pushing up his glassed, "I really wanna thank you."

"Sure!" You agreed.

"It starts at 8, so get there at 7:30."

The bus pulled up to the lane where your condo was. Right before you got off you heard,

"Meet us in front of the theater! Oh and...What's your name?"

"(name)!" You answered then headed to your little beach condo.

A short walk later and you were up on the porch searching for the key in the fake palm plant. Once inside, you tore through your suitcases for something to wear. Eventually you decided on a (colour) semi-formal tanktop, a black skirt, and black sandals. Then came hair which you just teased and styled into a simple updo. Last was make-up. You stared distastefully at the bag of cosmetics. Sure, you knew how to apply the stuff, but the real challenge was "how much do I put on?".  After a small mental war of how much make-up was going to suffice, you looked at yourself in the mirror.

"Why am I getting so dressed up to go to the movies?" You laughed, "It's not like I'm going on a date."

You looked at the clock, 6:30. It took 30 minutes to get to the theater.

"Well whatever, time to go." You commented to yourself.