Novel & Cerita Captain America: Steve Rogers 1

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?”

He hastily wiped his hands on his dark uniform trousers and stepped forward, offering a hand before stopping himself. "You must be Cleo! Lovely to finally meet you, love. I'm Roger. Everyone around here just calls me Rog," he beamed. "I'd shake your hand, but you look a bit loaded up there! Here, let me take that heavy pot for you." He reached out and effortlessly took the cast-iron dish from my aching arms. "CAP! Your girl’s here!" he bellowed at the top of his lungs, the sheer volume making me jump. He turned back to me with a gentle wink. "Follow me, love. I'll take you through to the main kitchen."

I pointed out. “Your pack was constantly under attack from a neighbouring pack and Steve needed them gone so he went to the rogues for help. They offered him their protection and helped him defeat his enemies and in return he would be on their side and hand over his army when the time came.” Aaron clarified and I growled. How stupid was Steve to strike a deal with the rogues? If he wasn’t already dead, I would have killed him. “Anything else?” I asked Aaron and he shook his head.

I looked around and saw a tall, muscular guy with dark hair walking out of the shadow. I recognized him. He was the captain of the school football team, a blazing sports star that was famous across the country, playboy number one, and practically a male whore. Lucas Sigler. He was wearing a tailored suit, which fit him perfectly everywhere except the part of his upper arms. It took me a while to figure out that Lucas Sigler was actually talking to me because he walked straight at me in front of everyone. "You..." He lowered his head and stared at me, looking intense.

Kaleb is standing on the top of the ring. He is lifting his arms in the air once again and jumps off, landing with his leg squarely across Roger's neck. Roger grabs at his neck in pain and is struggling to breathe. Kaleb lifts Roger off the floor and opens his jaws revealing his large canines and prepares to dig his teeth into Roger's throat, Rogers uses all his strength to push him back and starts swiping his claws at Kaleb, this time his claws scratches his chest causing deep gashes and sending blood spilling onto the white floor. Kaleb starts to swipe back at Roger, drawing more blood. His hits are more powerful than Roger's and he feels every painful strike, sending him to his knees. Rog