Novel & Cerita Agent Carter Captain America

“Yep. Rumors are absolutely spreading.” I tore my eyes away from Takoda's gaze. muttering, “Excellent. That’s just wonderful.” “You say that,” she muttered, shifting her weight, “but your face says emotionally compromised.” Before I could threaten her with bodily harm, a dark gray pickup pulled into the booster parking lot near the stadium entrance and Carter climbed out of the driver's side, wearing a black jacket with a gray Black Hollow Wolves logo stitched near the chest. Harmony followed my stare, her brow furrowing. “Okay, why does he always arrive like a rich villain in a CW show?”

The broken pieces clattered loudly against the concrete floor. "Listen to me carefully, servant," Vance whispered, his voice dropping into a low, terrifyingly quiet register that made the garage air feel thin and hot. He leaned down until his face was inches from Adrian’s swollen jawline, his fingers gripping the front of Adrian’s wet shirt with absolute dominance. "Noah Carter is returning to my estate under my shield every night. Every stock attack he opens, every legal deed he signs, he does it using my capital and my network. You are nothing to him but a historical mistake he keeps in the basement to remind himself of his own victory. If I see your face anywhere near his private lift, my

The smile died instantly on my face. Staring back at me from the front page was Aaron. He was in his full Blizzard home jersey, his dark hair damp with sweat, his sharp gray eyes intense and commanding beneath the headline: *THE FASTEST RELEASE IN THE LEAGUE: HOW CAPTAIN CARTER DOMINATES THE BLUE LINE.*

“Alright. That sounds like a plan.” “Great. Grab a sweatshirt, and we’ll go.” I nodded, and grabbed my Captain America sweatshirt. He hadn’t seen it before, and honestly I forgot that I bought it until I saw it sitting on my dresser. As soon as I pulled it on Rowen chuckled. “Are you a fan now? I thought you liked Iron man?” Rowen asked as we left my bedroom. “I do, but I thought you would appreciate this.” I responded. “Oh believe me sweet girl. I do. Captain America is the better Avenger.”

“I don't care about the hockey captaincy. I don't care about the contract anymore.” I stared up at him, tears stinging the backs of my eyes. “What do you want, Damon?” His dark eyes searched mine, raw and entirely exposed. “I want time, Amelia. I want more than three months. I want a real chance with you.” A breathless, watery laugh escaped my lips. “That is... thoroughly unromantic, Hayes.” A small, genuine smile touched his mouth. “I’m a hockey player, Carter. You want poetry, go date an English major.”

Make me another version of his perfect son. “I don’t want to go to Hawthorne,” I said, enunciating each word slowly and deliberately. “I’ve built something real at Westfield. The team relies on me. I’m their captain.” Carlos laughed too, but his was laced with anger and disbelief. “You have to go. Unless I cut your tuition support completely.” I met his gaze without flinching. “I have a trust fund.” Carlos leaned forward, a smug smile creeping onto his face. “A trust fund that is controlled by your mother—who supports my decision about Hawthorne. Right, dear?”

In that moment, Carl’s aura was powerful and noble, especially when he wore a dark trench coat, making him look like a foreign mafia leader. This side of him had never been shown in front of Amelia. To Amelia, he was just a sickly patient with a pale face. "Next time, change the car." Carl sat in the backseat, speaking casually. The newly assigned assistant immediately handed him a pen and some documents. "Yes, young master, what kind of car should I arrange next time? Should it be longer or more comfortable?" As usual, Carl sat with his legs crossed, reading the documents, then signed smoothly. "Something more affordable."

Ever since that day, the word Captain had more weight than it should. Besides, I hated the hockey team. “Say it,” Zane said, “Say ‘yes Captain.” With a strained voice, I said. “Yes…Captain.” It sounded wrong. Forbidden. Like I was handing over something sacred. Zane tilted his chin, a smirk ghosting across his face. “Good.” His approval made my body shrivel in a way I dare not name. He turned around. He picked up a rope—red—from the desk. My stomach clenched hard. “I thought we agreed on no pain.”

"Repeat that," Tess said to Caleb on the phone. "Iron Man was released, the case is closed," he sighed. "Whose orders?" "Cap." "Who the fuck is Cap?!" She screamed as she almost kicked Jason's car. They were standing in front of a Starbucks. "The captain!" He screamed back. "Look,I'm frustrated right now. Lemme call you back." "Don't you dare hang up on me!" "Okay, fine! What do you want?" He asked her gently.

A sense of possessiveness passed through me, and I said "You have to stand up to them, every one of them. I like my girls badass and strong." Those words played on my head from the moment I left her with her friend. Approaching my car, I noticed a familiar figure bent over the hood, his head swept to my direction when his gaze caught me. "You have a sweet ride, dude." "I know, Aaron Ryder Archer," I responded. It was, my car was a black Mercedes Benz C- class. Raising his brows, a smile twitched on his lips "Wow, you went with the full name. You are really mad at me,"