Captain America Civil War Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He leaned against it, arms crossed, watching me with an approving smirk. “Well?” he asked. I met his gaze, my new face unfamiliar but my soul unchanged. “It’s time,” I said. His smirk widened. “Then let’s get to work.” As I slid into the car, a single thought ran through my mind. Ethan. Raven. You should have killed me when you had the chance. --- End of Season 1 – The War Begins in Season 2.

I felt so bad. Varce stared hard at me, so I faced him. I guess it was time to go public with our relationship like he wants. “Captain,” I started off, staring back at him. He looked at me like we were the only ones in the room, with love and admiration, not lust. It made me wonder what he saw in a mess like me. I almost shed tears again, but I was now all about happiness after the war if it didn't consume us. “He's so evil and sly. He made me fall for him and love him, and always want to be with him. I don't know how it happened, but it did, so no, Captain isn't gay. He's very straight.”

to avenge Darius in his own small manner. But this time, I use both hands to frame his face and kiss him softly before lowering my head a small amount and keeping my eyes fixed on him. I pretend to be staring at Darius from two years ago, when I was willing to let him convert me into a wolf shifter because of how much I loved him. I would have viewed him less favourably and more negatively if I had known that his love was conditional and that not all people could be turned. go away. Yes, I would have fled.

I saw a portal was open in the middle of the track and the Bennett brothers were entering along with their beta. “TAKE OFF, NOW!” Captain Ford sped up the takeoff, and I saw how everyone ran after the plane, leaving those bastards behind. If we had delayed a few more minutes, it is likely that the story would be different. I would have had to confront them ahead of time. I know that when the time comes, war will be the only answer, but not before I claim Emma as mine. A smile appeared on my lips, seeing the disappointed faces of all of them. I sat back down, put my arms around Emma’s shoulders, and let the satisfaction wash over me completely.

“I want Cecilia back. And I want Ethan Bright ruined. Make it happen.” The war had entered its most dangerous phase yet.

His breaths trembled against my neck, their burning vibrations reaching my lips pressed tightly together. “You don’t realize that I could kill you without anyone knowing. I could make you disappear where no one you know would ever understand where you went.” His free hand slid over my bare neck until it reached my breasts crushed against the wall. “I advise you to behave, because starting tonight, you’re under my command.” I jerked away from my place to push his touches off me, my voice turning provocative to his ears. “Over my dead body, Captain! You’ll never fuck this body you dream about every night while you pretend to mourn your wife during the day.”

“Ethan, you absolute menace.” Ethan just floated on his back, innocent as anything, and his voice calm as ever like he didn't just wreak havoc in the pool with such a dramatic entrance. “I was just getting in the pool. Very Legal. Very cool.” I glared as the corners of his mouth twitched, obviously, he was trying to hold back a smile. Liar! I thought to myself. However, I didn't dwell on that for long. Using the distraction, I scrambled onto the unicorn’s back, knees on either side of the horn. “I am the captain now!”

“He laughed. Said, ‘Finally, my son acts like a d’Agostino.’ Then he told me congratulations on locking down the future of the family.” She blinked. “He… approves?” “He thinks you’re the perfect leash.” I brushed a thumb over her cheek. “What he doesn’t understand is I’m the one collared.” Her breath hitched. I leaned in until our lips brushed. “Sleep, piccola. Tomorrow the war starts for real. Your mother, the sheriff’s brother, every bastard who thinks they can touch what’s mine; they’re all going to learn what happens when you come for the president’s woman.”

He grabbed the captain by the throat, lifting the grown man entirely out of the water with one hand, and slammed him against the concrete wall. The captain choked, kicking his legs, his hands clawing uselessly at Baraka’s iron grip. Baraka stared into the man’s terrified eyes. The feral, starving logic of the mutation reached its peak. The bio-electric pulse of the captain’s heartbeat throbbed against Baraka’s palm. It would be so easy. Just like the Alpha Reject in the caverns. He could siphon the life force straight out of the man’s nervous system. He could feed on his vitality. He could end the pain, end the Caloric Debt, and heal his broken body.