Captain America: Civil War Novels & Stories

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 exhaled slowly through my nose and lowered the volume before answering. “Talk,” I said. My voice was low enough not to carry, but Milena didn’t stir at all. “You’re not imagining it. You’ve got a tail.” “I know.” “Just the one car. For now. Which is either comforting or deeply insulting, depending on your mood.” “I know.” A pause. Short. Sharp. “Then why haven’t you peeled off?” “Because I’m not alone. He didn’t answer, but I could almost hear the way he was pinching the bridge of his nose, the way he always did when people…or situations defied his expectations. Then, finally he continued. “You weren’t supposed to bring civilians into this.”

Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead. “Just spill, Coach. I promise I won't tell a soul.” “Carter Group. Ethan Carter—your brother.”

We might have gone further right there against my office door if a very loud, very deliberate knock hadn’t interrupted us, and I pulled back fast enough to nearly stumble, straightening my shirt with hands that weren’t entirely steady, while Kian let out a low curse under his breath and stepped back toward the window like putting distance between us would somehow undo the last five minutes. “Captain Vance?” The voice through the door was unfamiliar, smooth, faintly amused, and when I opened it I found a man standing there in a suit almost as expensive as Damian’s, dark hair going silver at the temples, a smile that had clearly gotten him out of more trouble than it had ever gotten him into.

None move. "What? Don’t you understand? Our country's leaders are fighting for independence. War has broken out in the capital and the foreign officials imprisoned our leaders. Only these parts are not affected. Thanks to the immense distance from the capital and for having a different focus. So don't disrupt the peace through violence."

because he was in fact a terrible man. "Um...I can cook well." Alpha Khan chuckled. "Yeah we'll test that theory soon enough, sweetheart." War didn't care what she cooked, he would eat it all. Finish off his plate and request more from her. Alpha Khan might care but he would try and soften the blow if she in fact couldn't cook all that well. Silence filled the car once again, and Trent flipped on the radio, filling the car with classic rock and a mix of old school rap. War tried not to stare at Pomelia, but it was hard not too. It was going to be a long, long ride... "And we're finally fuckin here."

Chapter 5 6 am Her alarm clock was buzzing and Captain Carter was the first one who got up. He stared at her while sleeping and he felt how lucky he is to have someone beside her now. She is the most important to him besides his family right now and he will do everything to make her happy. She wakes her up knowing that she needs to go to her shoot for The Good Doctors. He rubs her knows and kisses her a lot of times for her to get up. When she was finally awake she hugged and kissed him in a very passionate way.

He held out a small parcel and a ceramic flask with a golden cap. “Here,” the man said. His voice, muffled by the mask that was covering the lower half of his face. He was dressed like the men from earlier, although he didn’t have a turban wrapped around his head. “All I have at the moment is some bread and a little bit of leftover wine. If you wait a little, you can have some meat. How do you feel about desert rat?” Jade almost puked. Who the hell eats rodents?

The Captain has a wife and worst, it was their opponent! The four beings, Aracelli, Alexis, Aerith, and Hyun Ah looked at each other and then back at Blanche. Phoenix, Blanche understood that this being wanted to start a war, the being wanted an act of revenge; to avenge. “I’m tired, I need to rest. Perhaps, we all need to.” The Captain said as she leave the spot. “Blanche!” called Aerith. “Let her be, Aerith. Let Blanche think about this,” Alexis said, looking at the Captain’s retreating back.

"A Warrior does not draw attention to himself, and yet, here you are like some human celebrity. It is not how we do things." "How was I to know the captain was being followed? I was watching for dark elves and gargoyles. You didn't tell me to keep an eye out for humans, as well." Rhychard had been fuming. Having his picture in the paper was the last thing he wanted, and the pompous elf accused him of doing it on purpose.