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Wyatt added as he stuffed a piece of cake in his mouth. “Okay, who thinks captain will wear black?” O’Brian asked confidently as he raised his own hand and that was about it. He frowned but carried own talking anyways, “who thinks captain will wear another colour?” He asked once more and Mica, Wyatt, Alex, and Ronda raised their hands confidently while Alexia continued to mind her own business. “Since we are done. Shall we wait for the results?” Wyatt smiled happily.

I silently thank her with my eyes, and she shoots me the tiniest nod back. Aiden swings our hands as we walk, his grin wide. “Maybe I’ll make him a cape! Then he can fight bad guys faster.” “Or, you can make me a cape, and I will beat him in a race. I bet I could run faster than any Alpha.” Ava says, bumping him lightly with her hip. Aiden gasps dramatically. “No way! Nobody can beat the Alpha!” Ava raises her brows at me over his head, clearly daring me to argue.

I repeat. He exhales. “Good. Then keep your head on straight. Scouts are watching. Boosters are watching. The school is watching.” His voice sharpens. “And I’m watching.” There it is. The weight I’ve carried my entire life. I close my eyes briefly. “I have to go,” I say. A pause. Then, gruffly— “Do what you need to do tonight. Smile. Shake hands. Be the captain.” Captain. Not Logan. Not a person.

I’d color-coded it because I needed to do something with my hands this morning besides rub my damn wrist raw. I was mid-sentence explaining the new drop pass zone entry when Nico came up behind me. “He’s not here,” he said softly. I didn’t turn around. “Who?” “You know who.” I tapped the board with the marker, trying to keep my face unreadable. “If you mean our esteemed captain, maybe he’s taking a personal day.” Nico didn’t laugh. “He doesn’t take those.” “Well,” I said, turning around to face him, “maybe he should start.”

WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORE VALENTINA POV There he was. The finest ass in America. Except for Captain America's ass, of course. I shook my head to clear my mind as I looked at Luca’s ass. What a sexy ass it was. He could fuck me all day long and I wouldn't mind at all.

“I’m Noah Carter… okay, you knew that already. Look, I don’t know what your deal is, but…” Theodore wheels around suddenly, stopping me in my tracks. His eyes flashes with rage. “What the fuck is your problem?” My problem? “I don’t have one,” I say evenly, keeping my tone light. I step closer to the man, offering him my best smile. “I just want to be friends with the captain. We’re on the same team now, and might as well.”

This had become my addiction, lying face down on the bed, taking in every scent that lingered, making sure that I didn’t dull it with mine. I was turning pathetic wasn’t I? I grabbed the console, maybe a quick game would take a few things off my mind, the door banged open, Caleb walked in with a smile on his face. “Captain!” his cheerful voice filled the room.“Not now Caleb,” I grumbled. He let out a low chuckle. “Don’t be like that. If someone hears they would think I am a bug. And you know that I am anything but a bug...” “Caleb,” I called out in a low tone, my voice drawing his attention to me. “You are a bug, in fact, if there was a way to take you off the earth, you would be the first p

He was right, but it was hard to trust that he wasn’t going to make any attempt to hurt me in the future. I grabbed the cup from him, and when I tasted the coffee, I realized that it had no sugar inside. I squeezed my face, moving away from the steam that was erupting from the cup. “I didn’t think that you were going to like your coffee with sugar, Selene. I prefer mine plain.” Caspian stood up from the bed while I had my eyes on him. “Do you want me to make another for you?” He asked, but all he got from me was silence.

He got up and opened his dresser drawer, shuffling through his clothes until he smirked. He pulled out the "Captain America" shirt I had gotten him for his birthday, the blue hue a little worn out. "Now this is my favorite shirt, as you can tell." A huge smile crept on my face "How many times have you worn it?" "Lost count. What can I say; I love Captain America. You know me well." He suddenly handed me the shirt, but I didn't take it. "No way, Beth knows I got you this shirt and-" "-I doubt she's even up right now. And if she is, just turn it inside out."

“Do you really think you can come in here and tell us you killed our friend, and that we’re not going to do anything about it?” “I told you what happened,” I said. “I don’t give a shit what that bitch told you.” He turned his back on me but kept talking. “I don’t know what kind trick you used to kill Dag, but it won’t work with me. And your little friend out there isn’t going to save you.” Tin bent down and picked something up. When he turned around, I realised that I had made a mistake. I’d always thought of him as the Captain America of these Avengers, but he obviously saw himself more as Iron Man.