Agent Carter Captain America Novels & Stories

Cain's voice comes out deep and terrifying, filling the car and making all of us sit back in our seats. My hand is still in his and although it's holding mine tightly, it's as though he's being careful not to hurt me, even though his other one is clamped on the steering wheel with white knuckles, reminding me once again that not only do I not know this guy, but he's part of a group that has enemies capable of kidnapping me and an ally, if that's what that other man could be called, that can cause a car accident and hurt two large men, without a thought.

With my parting shot still ringing in my ears, I stride out of the house, the sun kissing my cheeks as I breathe in the crisp air and that's when I see him my very own Men in Black agent, minus the shades and the memory-erasing neuralyzer. The driver’s face is all too familiar—it's Marcus. When I started working for CCI he was assigned to me as my personal driver. If ‘no-nonsense’ had a face, it’d be Marcus’. Always stone-cold, buttoned up, and never wasting a word. The whole Carter team seemed to share the same penchant for stern professionalism. He nods to me, his expression giving away nothing, “Mrs. Carter,” he greets. I nod back, mimicking his expressionless face, trying to match his to

I can feel my bristles rising up my neck as more and more of these strange, silent soldiers in suits fill my house. The main jackass goes over to the liquor cabinet and peruses the selection before pouring himself a glass. "I suppose I should introduce myself. I'm Agent Carter. All you need to know is that I work for a government agency with the goal of keeping the world spinning for another day". I snarl at him. "Is Carter your first or last name?". The corner of his lips curves as if this entire thing is fascinating. "Just my name". After taking a slow swig of his drink, he stares at me while we wait for others to enter the room. Once Liam and Arthur are in the room, I feel much more at ea

He smiled, his mind far away and brushed his firm, warm mouth against hers, a fleeting gesture. The Captain’s mind was on the message he had just received as he strode to his car, an unmarked silver-grey Chevrolet Tahoe. large and boxy in appearance, it suited him, imposing and roomy at the same time. Ethan glanced over his shoulder to check if his tactical gear was still in there. Fiddling with the dashboard as alerts and notifications began to tumble in, he threw an arm across the back of his seat as he backed his vehicle out with expertise before zooming away down the snowy roads.

Crystal said. "We're going to crash at Maggie and Glen's. They're out of town and said it was okay. It's closer. We're exhausted." Andrea also wasn't in the mood to have nine cats pawing at her and climbing all over her for attention. She loved visiting Crystal's furry friends, but there was a limit to how much she could take. "Wait, he's staying?" "Yeah." "I need more details about this Captain America guy." "His name is Zain," Andrea whispered.

She gave them a little wave and a saccharine smile. “Bye, girls. Hope the egg washes out.” I didn’t say anything. I just met Jessica’s eyes for half a second and let her see exactly how little I thought of her. Petty? Yes. Satisfying? Also yes. Outside, the air was cooler. Night had fully settled. Kyle’s car—different from the Lamborghini, this one a sleek black Mercedes benz that looked like it cost more than the entire dorm building—idled at the curb. “Let me give you a ride,” he said.

“Agent Carter is dead.” The room went quiet. I stared at him. “The dirty FBI?” He nodded. “He was found in his home this morning.” Roman sat back in his chair. “How?” “That's all I know.” Cass shrugged. My stomach dropped. They wouldn’t tell me much about Carter. Only that they knew and trusted him before we found out he was working for Victor. He'd also been connected to everything surrounding the Russian operation. He was Victor’s informant. And Cass still hadn’t found out which Black Forge security employee fed private information to Carter because while they trusted him, some things were strictly Black Forge.

This had become my addiction, lying face down on the bed, taking in every scent that lingered, making sure that I didn’t dull it with mine. I was turning pathetic wasn’t I? I grabbed the console, maybe a quick game would take a few things off my mind, the door banged open, Caleb walked in with a smile on his face. “Captain!” his cheerful voice filled the room.“Not now Caleb,” I grumbled. He let out a low chuckle. “Don’t be like that. If someone hears they would think I am a bug. And you know that I am anything but a bug...” “Caleb,” I called out in a low tone, my voice drawing his attention to me. “You are a bug, in fact, if there was a way to take you off the earth, you would be the first p

Mrs. Carter has a driver, he is a tall dark and a scary looking man, and he answers with grunts. He kinds of reminds me of Lurch from the movie Adams Family. He is a nice guy though and apparently has been working with the Carters for a long time. His name is David; he has a small house in the forest and stays there until one of the Carter's calls for him. We sat in the back of the black limo; Jacob was talking to Mrs. Carter.

Carter Um jovem empresário muito respeitado e dono de uma grande fortuna, mas, que esconde um passado obscuro. Cresceu nas ruas e para se livrar da pobreza, entrou para o tráfico. Dono de uma reputação incomparável, porém o que ninguém imagina, é que ele possui um coração frio e amargurado pelo abandono. O ódio consome sua vida e a busca por vingança o motiva a seguir em frente, pois, não é capaz de perdoar quem lhe feriu no passado.