Novel & Cerita Frank Castle As Captain America

I said, hoping she would keep talking. "We attempted to warn other alphas, but by then he had most likely changed his name and identity." I nodded, "I heard he worked as a doctor at the Iron River pack." She shook her head and looked so disappointed, "and now Frank is living off somewhere with a small fortune? The Iron Alpha may be our enemy, but in this case, I hope he finds Frank and kills him slowly. Frank deserves a painful death. If anyone can make Frank hurt, it's the Iron Alpha."

He had an aura of nobility about him, so obedience to him comes naturally from people. "I am Alpha Frank, a very good friend of your new Alpha…" I heard Grace gasp beside me. This was her first time finding out his identity. I had only introduced him to them as Frank, omitting the title earlier at my house today. Frank glanced at me and smiled before continuing with his speech, "In support of the new projects she has decided to start, I will donate $30 million of my own money to help see that her vision for her pack becomes a reality."

he chuckles, "I'll have the chicken feta sandwich and a side of macaroni salad." I nod at him, "good choice Alpha, I'll get that out to you as quickly as I can." I walk into the back and all eyes are on me, Mr. Costa glares at me, "What happened out there? Why did Alpha Braddock growl like that? and you need to say Alpha Braddock, not just Alpha and walk away?" I shrug, "don't know would you like me to ask him why he growled? and I don't see the big deal, that's his title isn't it."

Oh my God. It dawned on me at that moment… Lucas already lost the captain's title… There's no way Coach is letting Kianeffing Maddox go. “Everyone gather around.” The coach's voice came as he hugged Scott, “That's my boy. I am really proud of you.” “And to everyone on the team. We have our new MVP and captain of the team. Kian Maddox.” The coach announced. The rink erupted with cheers and whistles. Lucas threw his helmet on the floor, getting everyone's attention.

However, I knew I could trust Frank and, again, it would be a pretty hard sell to convince someone that I could just 'stop time. "There's the superhero!" Brandon said, bumping fists with me as he passed by to take his seat. I turned to Frank with a content, yet curious gaze. Frank shook his head and pressed a finger to his lips, letting me know he didn't tell anyone. He and Josh also took their seats as Brandon continued on. "The man with the healing factor, the lightning moves and a kick that can knock down a tree! And he's not bad with the ladies." The lot of us chuckled, including Frank. It was nice to see him in a good mood again.

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?”

But I knew we didn’t stand a fighting chance of getting them back, if we didn’t have some kind of real power on our side. “I can give you locations of buildings that his army is using as headquarters, but honestly, I don’t know if he would be holding them there. Up until today, I had never even seen his face, and his location of residency has been kept from me. I was to finally meet up with him tonight for the first time, as I was to be getting a promotion in his ranks, but that never happened, because of what happened at Rosa’s restaurant.” Frank tells us, and I begin to wonder if he had blown his cover or if there was a chance we could send him back in.

That cocky part of me wanted to wink or flash a grin but I was too locked in. I adjusted my gloves, rolling my shoulders as I skated to the faceoff circle. Carter was already there with the team, warming up. He was crouched in a squat, probably trying to loosen his hips as he scraped his stick over the ice. Captain fucking America. Through the helmet, I could see his jaw was tight and blue eyes narrowed in concentration. I fucking hated him. And I wanted him too.