Novel & Cerita Captain America Civil War Fanfiction

Daisy, as if the entire novel weren’t a slow-motion warning about mistaking obsession for love when Priya dropped an iPad on top of her homework with the reverence of someone delivering a subpoena. “You need to see this.” “I need to finish grading these or Professor Alden’s going to make me retake comp myself.” “Bella. Look.” She looked. It was a video some hockey player, dark hair, broad shoulders, absolutely leveling another player into the boards while the crowd screamed. The caption read: NORTHRIDGE CAPTAIN LUCA DE SANTIS GOES VIRAL FOR ALL THE WRONG REASONS. “Okay,” Isabella said slowly. “And I care about this because…?”

For the first time, he didn’t seem like the untouchable captain everyone feared. I don’t know what made me walk over. “You okay?” I asked quietly. He lifted his head slowly. Those icy blue eyes met mine, and for a second he looked surprised I was still there. I shifted on my feet. “Earlier… when that guy got hurt. You got to him really fast. Thanks for helping him. Most captains would’ve waited for the coach.” Cole stared at me for a long moment, like my words didn’t make sense to him. “You noticed that?”

He seems like my husband. If only I can get into his pants without ruining our friendship. After we got to base, I told Captain I wanted to give Maria and Nicholas a befitting burial but he said he already handled it when he had time. With the pass events that are happening, I'm not sure I want revenge, I just want to hear his voice maybe. I'm about to help Yuri and the others pack when a wall appears from nowhere. “Captain is looking for you.” “He…is?” Judging by his scowl, he doesn't appreciate my question. I step past him and heads to the office all the while ignoring his glares. Gay!!!

“So I can stay!” The Captain whips his head to stare at her for a second before returning his eyes to me. “You are hereby disenrolled, Sinclair,” the Captain growls, still livid with me for thinking I could just show back up and everything will be fine. “We can discuss your continued enrollment after you’ve...” he stumbles for the words, his eyes moving down to my belly. “Produced the children…” I sigh, tilting my head to the side, not letting his anger and his commands ruffle me. After all, we’ve had time to prepare for this.

Her scornful tone suggested that the Captain did not need to be treated like the prospective recipient of the Nobel prize. Jamie looked at her quickly and meekly dipped her head, exposing the curve of her long neck, The Captain wanted to pull her into his arms and make fierce love to her. Even when he was with his current mistress, Adele Long, he could only think of this dlectable little woman who haunted his dreams. He straightened himself and cleared his throat, shooting Serena a baleful look. “She’s right,” he said in a loud voice. “I’d better be on my way… I should…I have a report to write.”

And if she refused to tell them who it was, then they would have to leave it up to her to ensure that this war would indeed come to an end their people could live with. They returned to the preparation of their fallen comrades (not that many had fallen) and tending to the wounded without another word. The captain thought hard about what he had learned about his opponents and what they were capable of. It only served to strengthen his resolve to fight them until he either won or died. He noticed that Ian seemed more frustrated than he had before talking to Sylvia and wondered what else had gone on.

Her mouth actually fell open. Brad, to his credit, tried to play it cool. He smirked and gestured between us like we were old friends. “Stacey, this is Sebastian,” he said smoothly. “Sebastian, this is my girl, Stacey.” I gave her a small, polite nod. “Hey.” Her face was surprised with her mouth almost opening wide, like she had just discovered the juiciest piece of gossip in all of Hawthorne. The captain of Westfield suddenly living under the same roof as her boyfriend?

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.

I had tried to be the cold, rational captain who protected his rookie from the circus I had created, but the second I saw him at that mixer, letting some random lacrosse prick touch him, every single logical thought I had ever possessed had burned to ash. I was weak for him. I was completely, irreversibly ruined for anyone else, and as I wrapped my arm a little tighter around his waist, pulling his bare back flush against my stomach, I realized that fighting it was a losing battle. "You're thinking too loud, Captain," Jules mumbled, his voice thick and raspy with sleep. He didn't open his eyes, just shifted slightly, nuzzling his face deeper into the crook of my neck. His lips brushed agains

He surged again at the mind link like the hulk but I braced myself and flung him back from the corner of my mind. "Sit the fuck down." I growled in the mind link. "You're giving me a damn headache." "Aren't you mad?" he snapped but did drop down on his hind legs. "We don't even know who the fuck Luca is yet or how serious Luca is to her." I snapped back. "Alright Captain America, then go find out who Luca is so I can pull his throat from his neck for touching whats mine." he snarled darkly as I rolled my eyes at him and shoved up a wall in my mind to cage the wolf for now.