Captain America: Civil War Novels & Stories

On Tuesday, the alarm clock echoed through the small room. As a matter of self-discipline, Catherine left her phone charging far from the bed, forcing herself to get up. She had slept much later than she planned the night before because André had celebrated longer than she intended. They had stayed up talking about trivial office matters and their team, and ended up staying awake until midnight.

Phoebe asked as we watched him turn in circles, his eyes watching each and everyone of us like a hawk searching for its next prey. "No," my mother and I responded in unison. "If he needs restraining, I will do it. I am the superior here," my mother stepped towards Xerxes. Medaline, Phoebe and I glanced at each other having a quiet conversation of who the actual superior was. Silas is literally a high ranking officer in the supernatural army. Cassian was a prime lycan alpha and heir to the wolven empire. Medaline and I were princesses and Phoebe was a badass werewolf with a lot of experience and not to mention PhD at 21 smart.

They were warriors, each standing as the embodiment of their kind, their fates inexorably tied to the outcome of this conflict. ‌ And then, as if summoned by the fates themselves, a figure emerged from the shadows. Sabrina, the Scarlet Witch, descended upon the battlefield, her presence electrifying. Her crimson cloak billowed around her, a beacon of power and purpose in the midst of the turmoil. ‌ "Enough!" Her voice, laden with authority, cut through the clamor like a blade. Her gaze swept across the warring factions, demanding attention and respect. "This war ends now." ‌ David's glare was a reflection of his internal struggle, torn between his ambition and the reality of the destruction

“Yours and those of millions of other girls. Thor and Captain America are two of the Holy Chris Trio of MCU.” “The what?” “The Holy Chris Trio. You know, Chris Evans, Chris Hemsworth and Chris Pratt.” “Oh! Oh wow! Mind. Blown. Why haven’t I noticed that before?” “You’re part of the club, Kate. You officially have a thing for wide-shouldered, tiny-waisted and muscle-bound superheroes.” “I do?”

Rose whimpers, barely above a whisper, but we all hear every word as clear as crystal. On my screen, I see Antonellia, using his hands to hurt my woman, MINE. He is touching her, hurting her, and the fucker is getting off on it, grinning at the screen like the evil cunt he is. We know he wants to take us down for the disruptions we have caused him and his criminal organisation. But this, this is ten steps too far.

Seeing the cold glare I sent his way, he dropped to his knees with a thud, acting nothing like the domineering boss he was in public. "Don't be mad at me, okay? If anything happens to the baby, I'll lose my mind, Stephanie. "You know you're the only one I love. If I ever lost you, I wouldn't be able to handle it. I've already told someone to throw Emily into the river. I promise this won't happen ever again." Then, he showed me a video of his subordinates flinging Emily into the river. His right little finger was still bleeding, too. Unfortunately, his humble show of sincerity was nothing more than a pathetic act.

He had demanded a satchel from his disappointed general, and now he stared laser-focused at her cut, brushing it with a small part of a napkin soaked in antiseptic. It stung like hell, a sharp bite that made her eyes water, but his touch was so careful, she barely flinched. Those hands, rough and built for war, moved with a gentleness that clashed hard with the beast she’d seen hurl Nathan through glass. She stared at the top of his wild dark hair, sweat glistening on his back, crisscrossed with knife and claw scars that made her chest ache. Some were white and faded, others red and raw, from battles she couldn’t even fathom.

Jonathan watched the doorway with satisfaction before turning back to his captives. “Now we wait,” he said pleasantly. Naomi let her head fall forward and started crying again because her best friend had been lying to her about everything, the guy she’d been falling for had only wanted her as revenge, and now she was going to be responsible for betraying someone else. “I can’t believe this is real,” Ethan said quietly. “Vampires and werewolves. This is actually happening.” “Welcome to our world,” Jonathan said. “I promise it only gets worse from here.”

Aaron stalked forward and stared down into Knox's face when he came to a halt right on his toes. "Did it stimulate your taste buds? Mess with your mind?" Aaron's hands lifted as if it was aiming to touch Knox's face but he slapped it away and stepped out of the man's offensive pressure. He snarled then opted to ignore him then shifted on his heels towards the phone. He reached for it but he halted right as his fingers touched the screen. The shock was so overwhelming from the picture that none of them registered that this was their captain, giving them a show of his privates, a full-on nude. It was obscene.

Now I am looking at the Capo Matteo, the one they call ‘Il Diavolo’ (The Devil), not the fun-loving Matt of 5 seconds ago. “Secondly, you agreed, I didn’t force you, that was our deal, remember? You want out? Tell YOUR family the fucking truth, but punch me again, and I will force you out to use your ‘other’ assets to my advantage, black widow. Don’t forget my generosity and affection have their limits.” He threatens, but I just laugh in his face.