Howard Stark Agent Carter Novels & Stories

His eyes never left mine, and I could see the satisfaction in his smirk as I walked back toward him. Carter's hands rested on my waist, guiding me onto his lap. As I settled onto him, the heat of his body against mine was both unnerving and thrilling. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer until our faces were just inches apart. I could feel his breath on my skin, and my heart raced as I struggled to maintain my composure. "Now," he said, his voice a low whisper, "let's talk about what you need from me." I took a deep breath, trying to focus on the mission. "We need your help to stop Barlow. He’s escalating, and we don’t have the resources or the intelligence to keep up with him. Y

“If you’re thinking about confronting him, don’t do it alone.” I didn’t answer. Could he have done all this to put me out once and for all? Carter took that as his cue to leave. “I’ll keep digging,” he said, pulling up his collar. “But be careful, men like Stanley from what I’ve seen, tgey are dangerous” When the door closed behind him, silence filled the room again. I sat down slowly, staring at the photos spread across the desk. Stanley’s face looked different, he was calculated, guarded beside him was Vega, his expression was unreadable but the setting told me enough. Whatever they were discussing wasn’t business.

Adam "Staff Sergeant Adam Carter took command when his squad leader, Captain Pablo Herrera, was wounded and unable to lead during an attack on the US embassy in Syria. Carter heroically began to battle the attackers, allowing his squad to escape. Unfortunately, Carter was captured and held prisoner for several months. While a POW, Carter was brutally beaten and stabbed repeatedly. After several months of searching, a rescue unit of Navy SEALs located Carter at a hidden base in southern Syria. Carter had multiple stab wounds, burns, and other unspeakable injuries. The doctors' main concern was Carter's leg, nearly shattered after suffering twenty-five bullet wounds. Carter had MRSA and gangre

“Yes, he is, and his schedule is full today. I guess you can ask Miss Garner her message, and I’ll try to pass it on to him.” I heard Jennifer speak, repeating my line, then she came back. “She won’t say anything. What should I do, Miss Hopkins?” I groaned in frustration. Magazine people could be really aggressive, I guess. It’s probably just an interview. “Fine. I’ll go down and try to speak to her—” I was cut off. The phone was suddenly snatched from my hand. It was Coulson Stark. “Jennifer,” he spoke while still looking at me, making hand gestures telling me that it was fine. “Tell Carla to come up and see me instead. Yep, thank you.” He gave the phone back to me.

**Anthony** While awaiting further instructions, I skipped the stairs hurridely, wishing I could leave this house. Too many memories, plus there was so much to think about. Joel Carter was smart enough to take the files out, his employees were not on his side, was it the money? For Ryder it's a big no. Ryder hated Tracy, the money might simply be added benefits. For others they were mostly paid off to do it's bidding. To think I thought I'd figured this entire thing out. To think I knew how far the infiltration went, I knew nothing. I was Clueless.

He turned around and faced the drone, feeding us the video. “He has a gun,” an agent said as Howard pointed it at the drone. “He wouldn't dare,” SAC Adams said and I scoffed. “He will,” Agent Asher and I said at the same time. And Howard did, he shot the drone and left us with darkness. “Damnit!” I cursed. With Howard escaping. I can't tell Zara the truth. I ran my fingers across my hair. I have to find him! I'll find him!

When I look at Cal it makes sense for him to be one of the typically strong Wolves hired by Alphas to hunt down specific individuals. Did Grayson send him? "How much I am paid is none of your business. Now you can either hand the girl over, or I shoot you in the heart," Cal says. Obviously Reilly feels the weight of the threat. Cal has displayed his skill with an arrow beforehand, and with no way to protect himself, Reilly has nothing to do but obey the hired Huntsman. "And piss him off?" There is is again. Him. Who is this man no one is telling me about?

Chapter 212 Grayson Grant ~•~ A few minutes later, three agents stepped out of the file room and walked towards Ethan and me. Two of them stayed back, scanning the area like hawks. Only one came forward, standing right in front of me. “Mr. Grant?” He asked calmly. I nodded, forcing myself to stay steady. “Yes, that’s me,” I answered. “And you are?” “Special agent Carter.” His tone was polite. But his expression wasn’t.

“He doesn’t even know the full truth, does he, Adrian?” I froze. “What are you talking about?” Carter smiled slowly. “Tell him. Or should I?” Damien frowned. “Tell me what?” I opened my mouth, but no words came. My throat closed up. “Go on,” Carter taunted. “Tell your perfect lover that you weren’t just his assistant. That you were working for me first.” Damien turned to me sharply. “What?” Carter chuckled. “Oh, didn’t he tell you? Adrian came to me for a job before you hired him. I told him to get close to you and feed me information about your company. But I guess the little spy fell in love with his target.”

Her blonde hair sat neatly around her face as though she were in her office at Stone & Royale instead of in a godforsaken building that smelled of rust and water and forgotten crimes. Only her eyes betrayed her. Dark and sharp. Alive with something feral. Carter stood several feet behind her, arms crossed, face hard to read like always. He had removed his suit jacket and tossed it over a crate nearby, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up slightly to reveal faint scars along his forearms. Souvenirs from a life lived in violence and silence. He was Helen’s shadow. Her shield. Her weapon. The only thing missing was the man who had failed her.