Steve Rogers Avengers Novels & Stories

Look there, huh? - Of course I understand, Heitor", I pointed to the TV, "That one there, in the red and blue clothes is Steve Rogers, Captain America. The one that turns green is the Hulk and the woman ah, she is the Black Widow, there is also the Iron Man Tony Stark ... Even though I was 28 years old I was a superhero fan. I loved the whole universe of super powers, fighting evil and all that stuff. I want a power to end Miguel's race...good idea

Roger repeated his question as he approached us. Caesar pulled me behind him and clenched his fists. “And who are you?” “I'm Roger or as you like to call me ‘Steve Rogers’. You bully me everyday, remember?” Rogers said with a hint of disgust in his tone. “Bully you?” Caesar scoffed. “I don't even know who you are.” “Jenna, are you okay? You can come out if he's hurting you.” Rogers yelled. Okay. That's not good. “I will never hurt my Jenna!” Caesar growled. Before he could lunge for Rogers, I stepped out of hiding and blocked him.

The man straightens himself, "I'm Vladimir, the now Beta of the Silver Crest pack. I want Asha, because she's a fugitive who killed the past beta, and fled. She's a traitor, and deserves to die." Paralyzing chills run down my spine at his cold words. The air is immediately knocked out of my lungs, and my knees give out. I crash to the ground, hopelessness sinking into my stomach. Oh gosh, this can't be. I thought my past was behind me? Besides, didn't Roger fight for me? Asha my love, Roger is dead. A startled gasp escapes my lips, and I quickly place my hands over my mouth. "What the fuck?"

“It’s better than waiting for the man to blow up my building. I’m going to investigate this-“ “Emmanue-“ “I have been inside the scariest Mafia’s den. I’ve seen everything, alright? I know when not to take things lightly,” I said. “You, of all people, should know better,” “What do you want me to-“ his phone rang then. I looked at the caller ID. “It’s Roger,” I said answering it for him. I clicked the icon for loudspeaker. “Hey Roger, what’s up?” “Hey, uhm…Mr Stark,” he answered. “Can I speak to Boss man?”

Trey turned around to assist Rogers, but Gabriel took advantage of the opening and grabbed Trey by the jaw. Our jaws clashed and we rolled around on the ground, our fur taking so much damage from our claw attack. After minutes of gnashing our jaws together, I finally pinned Rogers down, my jaws etched against his nape. I had dreamt of this, I had the chance to make things right, to fulfill my dream and wiping Rogers out, but I hesitated. At the last second, Rogers shifted back into his human form holding his wounds and panting heavily. His eyes, which used to be clever and smug now looked desperate.

the rogue replies. “They will not know who said anything,” I say to him quietly. “They have ears everywhere,” he replies terrified as if someone was standing right in front of him. “Tell me,” I say to him. “Alpha Stevens,” he replies in a whisper. “Why?” I ask. “He wants you. He will stop at nothing to get you,” he replies in another whisper.

Her entire face lit up, and she nodded. “Yeah, Roger... he is human, and in charge of the negotiations happening right now to prevent a massive war. I was pissed at matty, but when Roger explained to me that he was doing it to ensure we could have a peaceful future, I was on board...” She said, and I admired that human. He was brave.

I say as evenly as I can. An icy look of fear flashes on Roger's face, and I tilt my head to the side. I give him a blank, emotionless stare as I wait for him to break. "Okay, okay. His name is Hugh. He was a rogue, but he was allowed to join Riverstone. He is part of our group," Roger all but yells out. "And what group would that be," I ask before tilting my head to the other side. I slide the knife down his stomach, and his breath hitches.

The other rogues froze in disbelief, their wicked smirks cracking for a beat before they roared, lunging at me, blades of claws flashing, set on ripping me to shreds. I didn’t have a second to freeze up. A wall of strikes and blocks cut off their advance, Steve’s crew jumping in to form a barrier around me. I spun, a rush of gratitude hitting as I caught sight of Steve, roughed up but on his feet, his stare fierce. “Fall back, Ava,” he snarled, his tone deep and lethal, no room for argument.

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