Agent Carter Captain America Novels & Stories

One in particular caught my eye. Dante Kade. Captain. Number 17. Ice-blue eyes. A name that came with a hundred headlines and at least five fangirl forums I pretended not to browse. He looked lethal. The kind of lethal that made smart girls run and stupid girls fall. I wasn’t here to do either. I tore my eyes away from the poster and squared my shoulders. The heel of my boot clicked against the tile with more attitude than I felt. I could fake it. I’d faked worse.

Adam "Staff Sergeant Adam Carter took command when his squad leader, Captain Pablo Herrera, was wounded and unable to lead during an attack on the US embassy in Syria. Carter heroically began to battle the attackers, allowing his squad to escape. Unfortunately, Carter was captured and held prisoner for several months. While a POW, Carter was brutally beaten and stabbed repeatedly. After several months of searching, a rescue unit of Navy SEALs located Carter at a hidden base in southern Syria. Carter had multiple stab wounds, burns, and other unspeakable injuries. The doctors' main concern was Carter's leg, nearly shattered after suffering twenty-five bullet wounds. Carter had MRSA and gangre

The pride in his eyes was instant. He stepped forward, brushed her cheek with his thumb, and said softly, “Then let’s give them a war they’ll never forget.” Outside the building, a car engine idled on the curb. The driver glanced at his phone. A message flashed across the screen. New Target Acquired. Authorization Confirmed. He looked up at the photo attached. Sienna Carter.

She described further, and I pretended not to listen to her. “You like him, don’t you?” she teased. “Hell no!” In a loud tone I disagree. “So you do know who I’m talking about,” she smiles. “Come on, tell me. What’s his name?” “Daniel. Daniel carter,” “THE Daniel Carter?” She threw a flip, emphasizing on THE like that will make me know who he is. “Owner of the carter jewelry line, the product architect of BoltX Inc —the most famous car company in the world,”

I open the door, and there he is. Carter stands on my porch wearing that ridiculous shit-eating grin of his and a Tampa Bay Blackeyes cap pulled low over his eyes. Black fabric. Orange and yellow trim. And right in the center A flaming B. I reach up and flick the brim down so it drops over his eyes. “Didn’t you say you wanted a Bears cap?” I tease. “You were very passionate about how it matched half your wardrobe and definitely wasn’t tacky.” Under the shadow of the cap, his smirk deepens.

Summer’s Point of View [Senior Carter, also known as Gregorio Feed Carter, will soon be stepping down from his current position. He is expected to announce his successor and reveal who will assume his power.] [Steven Carter, the young and successful businessman, is currently in a coma after being shot by his childhood friend, who was suspected to be his mistress.]

He said sarcastically. Okay, maybe he is right. "How did I not recognize you? Your face is all over the magazines and..." I trailed off. Carter Automobiles is a well know car dealer in New York City. His designs are always top notch and well too expensive for people like myself to purchase. The last car he designed was a bomb. The media went crazy over it and well let us just say he and his car design was the hot topic in the whole of New York for like a month.

He said, “I am the security captain of the chief commander’s office from Lilyrose Strategic Department, Reeve Carter. I am here by the order of the God of War. You have an hour to go to Lilyrose Hospital and kneel before him. “God of War?!” “That little shit… I mean that person is the God of War?!” Lightning Tiger and his men were gobsmacked. He regained his composure after a while but his legs turned weak, forcing him onto his knees on the ground. “Sir! Captain Carter! Please! Can you please tell the God of War that I was told to scatter James White’s ashes? I didn’t do it on purpose!”