"Hey! Steve!!!"
Captain America, otherwise known as Steve Rogers, was doing his morning jog. He turned his head to the nearby voice.
To his surprise, a young man was able to keep up with him. He had light brown hair, with a cowlick that somehow defied gravity. He also had blue eyes, which were framed with half moon glasses. He was also wearing a bomber jacket.
"Do I know you?" asked Steve.
"Oh yeah! Sorry dude, forgot to introduce myself!" the man laughed. "My name's Alfred. Alfred F. Jones. The hero! You can call me Alfred! Or Al. Wait…"
The man proceeded to mutter about the possibilities of calling himself Al.
"How about I just call you Alfred?" asked Steve.
Alfred brightened up. "Alright then! Call me Alfred! By the way, you run real fast!"
Steve thought about how to say 'I got injected with a super serum and can now run as fast as cars' to a civilian. "I… run a lot."
Alfred laughed. "You don't have to lie to me dude! I already know that you got the super serum!"
Steve suddenly stopped running. Alfred slowed down, before coming into a full stop, and looked back, curious. "Is something wrong man?"
"How did you know that? That's supposed to be top secret information," Steve asked cautiously. Was this guy a SHIELD agent? He certainly didn't act like one.
Alfred got the gist of it, before laughing it off, and patting Steve on the back. "Don't worry! I'm on your side! After all, I'm the hero!"
Steve slightly relaxed, but was still tense. "So, you're with SHIELD?"
Alfred made a 'psh' sound. "Psh, please. They're too stiff. Besides, I don't think Nick would like me on his giant Helicarrier."
'Nick? Does he mean Director Fury?' thought Steve.
"Hey, how about we go get breakfast? I don't know about you, but all that running has sure made me hungry!" offered Alred.
Before Steve could say no, he was dragged away by the young American, bystanders looking with amusement on their faces.
For some reason, Alfred had pulled Steve to McDonalds for breakfast. When Steve asked why, Alfred started ranting about how amazing their cheeseburgers were.
Steve looked on while Alfred ate one cheeseburger after another. To his horror, it just kept going. He asked, "How do you eat so much?"
Alfred swallowed, before replying. "I dunno! It's just really good. I think it may have been England's fault. That's what France says anyway!"
"England? France?" asked Steve.
Alfred paused, before laughing nervously. "Sorry, my bad! I meant Arthur and Francis! I call them England and France because that's where they came from!"
Steve nodded like he understood everything, before eating his own cheeseburger. When he was finished, Alfred was already finished with his 15th burger.
What Steve realized however, were that the majority of the people at McDonalds were not actually civilians. They would look at the two of them time to time, and whisper something in their ear.
Alfred never realized this, as he was busy eating his burgers, and telling a story about an alien named Tony. Steve was ignoring the story, having already chalked it up to make believe.
Steve heard one of the people whisper. "Yes sir. Captain America and America are currently eating at the McDonald fast food restaurant near Stark Tower."
Not sure what's going on, Steve whispered to Alfred. "Alfred?"
Alfred looked up, and whispered back. "Why are we whispering? Are we unintentionally in a spy movie?"
Steve rolled his eyes, before whispering, "We're being followed." He gestured his drink to the 'civilians'.
Alfred looked at them, before laughing quietly. "It's alright dude! They're just there so that I won't get killed or whatever! Even though I can't die! That would suck!"
"You can't die?" Steve raised an eyebrow.
Alfred froze, before whistling. "What are you talking about? Of course I can die dude! I'm a human person after all. Yeah, that's it!"
Steve narrowed his eyes. Something was wrong. Before he could say anything however, someone crashed through the window.
The person quickly got up, and seemed to glare at Alfred. He had blonde hair and green eyes. The most alarming thing about him was that he had the thickest eyebrows Steve had ever seen.
For some reason, the man was also wearing a green military outfit. Though, Steve didn't recognize it.
The man started yelling at Alfred. "I knew that you just had to be in this acursed place America!" He also grabbed Alfred and started shaking him.
The 'civilians' had went to grab something from their pockets, which probably was a gun, or a phone. However, they then seemed to recognize the man, before sighing and going back to watching them.
Alfred laughed. "Yo England! Sorry that I skipped the meeting!"
"Why did you do that by the way?! The meeting is held in YOUR country, for pete's sake! You should at least attend it!"
Alfred was about to say something back, before Steve interrupted. "Wait what? Why is he calling you America? And why are you calling him England? Is he the Arthur guy?"
'England' stared at Steve, seemingly recognizing him, before glaring at Alfred, and shaking him, with renewed vigour. "The hell Amer--Alfred! Why are you meeting with Captain America, of all people?! You shouldn't even be meeting citizens in the first place! What happened to the secrecy huh?!"
"Hey! Why don't we all just calm down? Besides, I just have to meet the guy who named himself after me, you know? Like that guy you totally geek about, Captain Britain?"
"How do you know about that?" yelled Arthur.
By now, the actual citizens (plus the employees) were very confused on what's going on. Steve coughed, and said, "How about we take this someplace else?"
AN: My first ever story! And I'm pretty excited about it! Hope you've enjoyed! It's kinda short, but whatever, I suppose. Oh well! See ya in the next one!