Skinny Steve Captain America Novels & Stories

"Well, well. Look who decided to show up," Derek sneered, leaning back against his locker with his arms crossed over his chest. He was our starting left wing, a guy with more money than sense and a mouth that never knew when to stop, and he was looking at me with a cruel, ugly smirk. "I was starting to think you'd be too sore to walk today, Vane. Tell me, when the captain's bending you over the training table, does he give you extra ice time, or do you just drop to your knees for the thrill of it?"

I laughed when he shook his head in embarrassment. “I've never thought of a man that way,” He murmured, stroking his hair. “But yes. Theo is handsome.” “What he's like?” I asked, noticing his dilated pupils. “He's a blonde with blue eyes, and from what I could tell, he works out. He looks like the guy who does Captain America.” “Hmm, at least you have good taste,” I confided, picturing Chris Evans wearing his shield and nothing else. “Is he as tall as you?”

His eyes were wide and they began to look over my body, the clothes I wore the first day were covered in blood and barely hanging on my body, he was wearing a black shirt and a pair of shorts. He had a large cut on his forehead and there was blood surrounding it, that's probably where Jonas knocked him out. How did he get to Steve? I looked back at Jonas and he was smiling at me. "Why is Steve here Jonas?" He approached me and placed his hands on the arm of the chair. He leaned closer and I leaned back. His eyes hardened and he slapped me. "Dont fucking move away from me bitch, dear Steve is here because first he is going to act as a representative of Adrian, since the little fucker is dead

"Loose cannon? Says the golden boy who hides behind daddy's name. Step up or get out of my way Ryder." Guys on the ice slowed down watching us. Coach blew the whistle but we ignored it. This had to look ugly. "You think you can talk to me like that?" I shouted pushing my chest into his. "I am the captain. I built this team. You are the new guy with a rap sheet longer than the season." Kade laughed right in my face that rough sound echoing. "Built this team? With what? Your perfect press conferences and your old man's dirty money? We all know the Ryders play dirty off the ice too."

“Yes,you heard it right, he is one of us but he turned. He hid it all this time and I didn’t even know.” Stooper stood up and paced around the room. “No way. I mean… Simon? But he has been your assistant for how long now?” “Yes, for the whole three years,” Steve replied quietly. “Three years and you didn’t know?” Stooper looked at Steve in disbelief. Steve ran his hand through his hair, feeling guilty. “I didn’t feel his scent.He masked it very well . And I was too focused on everything else to notice.” Stooper sat down again, still shaking his head. “That’s not like you, Steve. You’re the Alpha and you should’ve seen it.”

“I’m not exactly a sports person.” “You will be after tonight. The energy is addictive. Hawthorne versus Westfield is always brutal—especially because of the captains. Brad Walker versus Sebastian Hale. Pure rivalry.” I raised an eyebrow. “Sebastian Hale?” “Captain of Westfield. Tall, insanely talented, and actually a decent guy from what I’ve heard not the cocky asshole type like Brad and his crew. The stands go wild whenever he’s on the ice. Total heartthrob material.” She winked. “You’ll see why.”

Hearing the order, the men quickly put their weapons back into their sheaths. For a brief moment, the room fell into a tense stillness—one that lasted only a heartbeat. While they were distracted, Steve activated his ability again. His presence vanished. This time, he went straight for the one who was most distracted—the man speaking into the communication device. Their leader had ordered them to bring Steve alive. “Okay, sir—” The sentence was never completed. A thin red line of aura from Steve’s blade appeared across the man’s throat.

“It's not just a simple team we are up against, even you can agree. It's Starwest hockey team and we've never played them before.” The microwave chimed, it was time to get it out. “So? We will kick their asses the way we've been doing for other teams the last years.” “That's the thing, Noah. Like us, they've never been beaten before. Guess who their captain is.” I started digging into my food without a care in the world. “Am I supposed to be bothered?” “Vale.” I dropped the fork and it hit the table with a clank sound “Which Vale?” “The same Vale we know from Brooklyn high, Valentine McCall.”