Mrs Captain America Novels & Stories

Annika is always careful no one sees her when she comes to the captain’s cabin. When she is inside the captain's cabin, she sits on his incredibly warm couch and looks about at the nautical wall frames that cover the walls. Then she finds a little photo frame on top of his office table of a lovely woman her age, perhaps 50 or 60 years old, who resembles his mother due to their similar smiles. Annika wondered, "How nice that he has a photo of his mother with him." The cabin appears to her to be quite barren, with the only colorful object she can see being the candy dishes the captain keeps in his little cupboard. "Oh, he likes sweet candy," she reasoned.

Megan threw her head back, laughing, "Seriously, Cat. That's how you hit on a girl?" Cattleya glared at her, drumming her fingers on Veronica's knee, "Oh hush you. I haven't even started." Veronica raised her head to then inquisitively look up at Megan who simply chuckled, reading her mind, “I’m Megan Brooks. One of Cassandra's friends. Captain of the NYPD.” “…You’re not a model?”

one of the women whispers as she came closer. Everyone was very careful in their motion as they all kept looking back at the captain, it was only then that Karilaya remembered the man who was guarding her. “So it seems they do know you, are you perhaps the head priestess?” Captain Maxwell was unable to hide his grin, seeing the kind of greeting that the woman was receiving was proof enough of that. “What do you want you monster!” the second in command priestess hissed at the man. All of a sudden all of the women’s eyes were glaring at the captain as they started whispering low chants.

Alessia said, her voice dropping flat and cold. It snapped me out of my spiraling thoughts. I had completely forgotten she was still in my place, and my brain scrambled trying to figure out how to get her out without causing a scene. "Nico," she pressed, a sharp edge entering her words when I stayed silent. "Mmh?" I grumbled, following her gaze toward the TV. I sat up fast the second I registered the screen. It was the captain of 'The Serpent'—a total legend, my absolute idol, and the star of the pro team that invited us overseas to train with them at their camp.

Ma'am, can you describe your husband, or better yet, have a picture of him? Amanda pulled out her phone, and scrolled through her gallery. The Captain had a huge smile on his face when she was done. He unbuttoned his tunic, showing her a tattoo that matched Ewan's. "It's a small world, Mrs. McLough. I served with your husband. And he is indeed a Mad Yank, but a solid man, one you could depend on in tough times. Now, tell me your story." I gave him our history together, from the day we met until now. The Captain nodded, asked a question or two, and then left her, going forward to get on a radio.

Marco had a notebook open with a list titled CAPTAINS—INTRO NOTES. “You’re early,” Marco said. “You’re always surprised when I’m something,” she said. He saluted with his coffee. “Captains today,” he reminded. “They will come in warm because you’re Lenny’s daughter and leave measured because you turned on the lights.” “Homework?” she asked.

said the captain, who has come to address us. “What Mammon has done today should not repeat itself amongst any of the champion. None of you have the right to attack Alpha Killian. No one!” He yelled and turned to look at my direction. “Wipe away that smile on your face woman!” He yelled and my face changed into a frown. The captain approached me and stared into my eyes for a moment, while I looked away from him. “I saw what you did” I turned to look at him and a smirk came to his face.

Jenny shook her head and said, “No thanks. Let me be frank. Miss Wilson wants to reorganize the Black Panther. She wants you to come back and continue to be the captain.” I looked at Miss Wilson and was shocked by her appearance. In the past, we had won many awards and had many fans, including stars and models. I, as the captain, had naturally seen many beauties. However, the girl in front of me was different from them. She was sexy but pure. Most importantly, her cool temperament made her feel like the snow louts on the peak of the snow mountain. However, although I felt that she was beautiful, I didn’t think that she could reorganize the team.

Suspicion rolled off him in waves. “You didn’t tell me you made new friends,” Asher said, finally glancing at me with a blank look. I folded my arms. “We just met. Like… fifteen minutes ago. And he seems nice,” I added pointedly. Mr captain smiled slightly at that and I threw him a smirk. Asher hummed. “That’s what they all look like in the first fifteen minutes.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re dramatic.” Mr captain laughed softly, moisturising his lower lips with his tongue. “It’s fine. I get it.”

It was almost like a dream come through, He had pretended for some months after their marriage and then had shown her his true colors and his hatred for her. He never beat her, don’t get me wrong but his words of hate were enough to cut Elodie day after day until she was a shell of herself but still she tried to understand him, she tried to be his perfect little wife praised by all who knew them. “What are you doing standing there like some lost puppy” The sharp voice of Elodie’s mother inlaw, Abigail Ford jolted her from her reverie.