Captain America Human Torch Novels & Stories

If he didn't get it, I would myself, and there'd be hell to pay. Ironhead nodded and quickly retrieved the blowtorch from the nearby workbench. He handed it to me, his face a mask of concern. The rest of the guys stood back, their expressions a mix of shock and grim acceptance. They knew what needed to be done. I ignited the blowtorch, the blue flame hissing to life. Derick's eyes widened in terror, his bravado crumbling. "Please, don't do this," he begged, his voice cracking.

The barrel of the tactical shotgun was a dark, unblinking eye staring right through my chest, but it was the face of the man holding it that made the blood freeze in my veins. David Mercer looked like a ghost of the man standing in front of me, an older, rougher, infinitely more cruel version of Jaxson.

His ruined eye socket was black and empty, but the other eye glowed red. Not gold. Red. His neck bent at an impossible angle as his head turned toward me. When he smiled, blood slid between his teeth. “Human Luna,” he rasped. The fireline went out. Every flame. Every torch. Every coal. Darkness dropped over the camp like a hand closing. And in the black, the dead soldier whispered, “The Alpha wants his key back.”

I hissed rolling my eyes “ oh yeah so then why did you call her princess?hmm” he mocked making kissing sounds “ shut up and hook that camera up.” I growled We were able to get more work done this time due to the warm coats however two of them wouldn’t turn on so we have to put them up tomorrow once we figure out what’s wrong with them. Heading back in Creed takes the two cameras to the island pulling open the back. “ Do you see what’s wrong with it?” I asked

Ace's POV : The guard came back with a blow torch and a glove to make sure I didn't burn my hand. It's not me, he should be worried about. I pressed the button on the blow torch and suddenly the blue flames shot out of the nozzle and into the air as I stood in front of the young man. He's older than me, but still young. I feel a lot older than people my age due to my maturity and my constant stress, not to mention the empire I'm carrying on my back. "What age are you?" I asked him with a crease between my eyebrows. "I'm 20" he responded slightly confused. I just nodded slightly. "I hate to do this but........" I brought the blow torch up to his hand, pressing the buttons to turn on the blue

“Speak for yourself, captain. I’m a golden retriever. Just… a very possessive one.” “You’re a menace,” I muttered. He pressed closer. I felt every hard inch of him against my back. “You like it.” Karius reached past me for the coffee pot, chest brushing my arm, and poured a fresh mug. He set it down in front of me like an offering. Then his fingers returned to mine, tracing the back of my hand in slow circles. “Your pulse is racing,” he said. “Because three hockey captains are treating me like a toy they all want to break.”

Chapter 194 Amanda’s POV The kiss was still burning on my lips when the bright light hit us. A torch beam cut through the dark like a knife. I squinted, heart jumping into my throat. Stefan’s arms tightened around me instantly. A dog barked somewhere close. Heavy footsteps crunched on the sand. “Identify yourselves,” a rough voice called out. Stefan turned slowly, keeping me behind him. “Captain Stefan Albert. Base personnel.” The light lowered a bit. A man stepped closer. Military gear. Rifle slung over his shoulder. A big dog at his side, ears up, eyes sharp. The man’s face changed when he got a better look.

“Nah, man, I’m Night Wing. I guess that makes you Aquaman.” Micah shrugs, “Wait then, who is Priest?” I give them all a straight face. “I don’t know. How about The Flash?” Connor shakes his head. “Nah, he’s too broody, so he would be, The Green Arrow, and Corbin is the Flash.” Micah snickers. “So that’s settled, Gideon is Cyborg, and Dragon can be Hawk Man. But then again, maybe we’re more like Marvel characters since there are more of us.” He raises his hand playfully. “I vote to be Captain America.”

“What are you saying? Those traps are meant for humans. The moment you take one of those torches, your identity is recognized and you pass the first test. The torches burn with different intensities and colors depending on how original your legacy is and how high your potential is.” While Marvis still considered it, Amaika carried a torch. The torched that illuminated the path with a white color didn’t change in the slightest. Confused, Marvis decided to pick up a torch. Just when he was about to call Amaika out on their bluff, the torch burned a bright purple color, blinding him again. He almost threw the torch to the ground but he realized as much as it was bright, it had no heat at all. T

- Do you want to work with Mikhail? "Don't you dare mess with my head!" - I flared up again, resorting to the power of fire. "I'm a neutralizer," said Korotkov, holding out his hand to me. He barely touched my flame, and it went out instantly. “Maybe we can still talk?” “To hell with you, you got me interested. I thought for a moment and nodded in agreement. Have you seen the Avengers movie? “Let’s say,” I answered shortly, looking back at Mikhail.