Captain America Comic Novels & Stories

Maybe I should’ve, but… I didn’t want to shatter whatever this strange, safe little bubble we were in was. So I just nodded slowly and let the silence settle back in. He noticed, of course. Noticed the pause. The tension. The unspoken weight lingering in the air like a storm cloud that hadn’t quite broken yet. And then, like the master deflector he clearly was, Captain leaned forward and smirked. “You know,” he said, picking up the comic I’d tossed aside, “you’re lucky I like you.” “Why’s that?” “Because if it were anyone else disrespecting my collection like this—” he flipped through the pages with exaggerated care— “I’d throw hands.”

Standing in front of a statue of Steve Rogers, a white, middle-aged man with a bald head and black-rimmed glasses who looked like a teacher, was addressing a group of 16 - and 17-year-olds in high school. "Captain America -- Steve Rogers, this is a true hero. He foiled the Nazis' evil plan and led Rogers' team to wreak havoc behind Nazi lines, saving many captured Allied soldiers. Reversing the switch between the Allies and the Nazis laid the foundation for victory in World War II." The middle-aged teacher looks like a brainless fan of Captain America. In fact, it's not just the teacher who is a fan of Captain America. Most of the students here today are fans of Captain America. It's hard to

He whines and I laugh at him. I raffles his hair and hold his face in my palms. “So… how is handsome Denzel doing today?” “I’m fine! Here….” He reaches for a drawing book next to him on the bed and shows me a page where drew…. Ah! I don’t even know what he drew! But I guess it’s some cartoons. “… Look, Anna, I drew hulk and captain America!” “Oh… “ I take a closer look and frown, why doesn’t they look like the hulk and captain America I know?

I notice Oskar, his shirt hair glued to his face by the water. He laughs once our eyes connect, and he pulls himself to the surface. “What do we have here? It's Captain Densberry. Or do I say Captain America?” His teammates laugh, but I don't even blink. “Are you Oskar Wallin?” I nod at him, even though I know the obvious. He snorts, as if offended that I don't know him. That's what I asked that question with the obvious answer. “Is this you trying to be funny or something?” He asks. “are you trying to say that you don't know who I am? Oskar Wallin? Captain of the Bisons?”

Sandra: Oh! You're a marine! That's so manly. But isn't it dangerous? Victor: Not really. It’s more paperwork than anything else. We’re on the sea most of the time, avoiding enemy waters, so it’s pretty chill. Sandra: That made you ten times more attractive to me. It’s funny, but I feel like you hold an important position, too. Victor: Yeah. I’m the captain. Sandra: That makes so much sense. You looked like you were the boss of something in your pictures. Are you a good captain, though? Take good care of your men?

"Last night was... a mistake," Alexander said. He walked over to the bed, picking up his watch. His hands were shaking slightly. "It was the adrenaline. The stress. I had too much to drink." "You were sober, Alex," Oliver corrected him gently. "We both were." "Don't call me that," Alexander snapped. He finally looked Oliver in the eye. "I am the captain of the New York Glaciers. I have a reputation. I have sponsors. I can't... I can't do this."

She always has a new gist whenever we talk. I pulled off my clothes and took a quick shower. Once I was done I tried to do my assignment, and when that didn't work cause I was a bit distracted by images of a certain captain, I turned on my laptop to read a book and when that didn't work either, I simply gave up and lied down to sleep. And was inevitably assaulted with dreams about a dark skinned, curly haired captain. So much for being calm and getting a good nights sleep. Thanks for reading Please,

"You just gave them your car and a beautiful car at that and also, you didn't even bother to take a cash out. God! I would have just took it had I known you were just going to throw it away and-" "Women." He groans and I laughed once again, dangling from above. "We'll have the car tracked and collected. I couldn't afford a shootout with you here." He mumbled. "I can handle a shootout, especially if you'll be my shield. You know, like that shield Captain America uses to shield himself from dangerous things and-" Another smack on my ass made me shut my mouth and I sigh, ignoring the voices in my head that were telling me to reach out my hand from above his shoulder and grab his butt!!