Captain America Fancast Novels & Stories

“What.” “So…the hockey coach decided that the team can’t stay without a captain. So, uhm…he made Lenard the new captain.” She winces, taking a hold of my shoulders. “But it might just be temporary! Like, he’s standing in for him for now, but they could always give the position back to him. So, like, it’s not like they think he’s dead, but the team still needs someone to lead them. You know what I mean?” For a moment, I stare at her. I don’t realize I’m not blinking until she glances away uncomfortably.

The casual, arrogant captain vanished, replaced by an aura of pure, unbridled hostility. Liam followed his gaze. "Jaxson? Who is that?" "Marcus Vance," Jaxson growled, his voice a lethal, animalistic whisper. Liam stiffened at the shared last name, but quickly realized the coincidence. "Marcus Vance? The captain of the New Jersey Phantoms?" "The guy who provoked the bar fight two weeks ago," Jaxson said, his dark eyes fixed on the rival captain with a terrifying, violent intensity. "The reason we are in this fake contract in the first place."

I smiled but pressed my lips when Aliyah creased her forehead, not liking how I described them. I narrowed my eyes, gazing at the two men in front of me. “Frank’s the Captain America, and Finn’s the Superman.”

“That’s exactly why I didn’t push harder when you stonewalled the board. A kid willing to torch his own reputation to protect a teammate is exactly the kind of captain I want leading this team into a championship. I just wish you’d trusted me enough to let me help you do it smarter.” Luca didn’t know what to say to that. He looked back toward the boathouse instead, where a single light glowed through the window Isabella’s silhouette, still sitting close to Marco, patient and steady in a way that had nothing to do with contracts or cameras. “She’s not what I expected,” Harrelson said, following his gaze. “No,” Luca agreed quietly. “She’s not.” “You going to do something about that, or just ke

I didn’t get five seconds. Three girls were already waiting by the sinks, all fake tans and fake laughs and real venom. I recognized them instantly regulars on Rowan’s I*******m comments, the ones who called him “daddy” unironically. And no I'm not some stalker, I just happened to notice one night, you know while digging up about him. “Wow, look who it is,” the blonde in the middle said, tilting her head like she was talking to a lost puppy. “Captain’s little charity case.”

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.

"No regrets costs thousands. Maybe millions. Your clean image sold jerseys. Now fans debate if you are hero or hothead." "Hero to my team," I said. "Hothead to outsiders. I live with it. You spin it positive. Captain stands up. That sells too." "Spin takes time," Christian answered. "Right now frenzy is bad. Social media explodes. Clips of blood on ice. Your punches. Comments call you fake all along." "Fake?" I laughed once. "Good. Fake never won real games. This outburst showed real. Kade knows. Team knows." Christian stood again. "Team knows but sponsors do not care. One big one said no more captain on billboards. Too risky. All for protecting a dirty Russian."

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

He was handsome and I couldn't peel my eyes away from him until he finally smirked and told me that my client has arrived. The slight embarrassment that he knows what I was there for made my cheeks flush and I couldn't read his expression when he moved back and blended in with the rest of the crowd. I took a deep breath and walked to the bar where Curtis Cuthbert, who can pass as Captain America's stunt double was ordering himself a drink. I could hear my heart pounding when I squeezes beside him to order the gayest cocktail of the century. "Appletini, please...oh, I'm so sorry..."

He snapped a wrist shot into the top corner of the net so hard the black puck rattled violently inside the twine. Ethan slammed his stick against the plexiglass in celebration, cheering. Damon coasted backward, turning toward the stands to wipe sweat from his brow with his glove. His dark eyes scanned the perimeter until they locked onto me standing by the tunnel. Even from fifty feet away across a crowded ice rink, I saw his entire demeanor shift. The ruthless, cutthroat captain melted away. A tiny, quiet smile touched his lips—a private, subtle look meant entirely for me. My betraying heart gave a sudden, painful flutter. I couldn't help it. I smiled back.