Steve Rogers Beard Novels & Stories

Jack said with a note of finality. Rogers took a deep breath. He was not happy with the cut, but he knew if he does not agree, Jack was not going to do it. He suddenly regrets telling Jack the offer. He just had to accede. So he told Jack he was fine with the cut as long as he does not mess up the job. “It’s what I do Rogers. There’s no way I’d mess it up”. Jack said. “You are not sleeping with her Jack. Just make it appear real?” Rogers said. Jack stood up and left after telling Rogers he understands.

as he climb down on his lookout post. "Jordan! is it you, my boy? " Steve was teary eyed when he saw the image of his favored nephew. Barely recognizable with his long beard and thin figure. It was just good that he always took a bath with the river so close by. He take good care of himself and observed good hygiene. With barely nothing to use. "Uncle Steve? Oh my! I am so glad to see you!" "My boy why did you come deeper into this place? We almost gave up in finding you." Steve was wondering in his move is he still sane? He thought to himself

Just a simple leather jacket, hands in his pockets, a sharp familiar grin on his face. It was Ryan Rogers.

Still, eyes lingered on them admiringly, especially on Luis, which somehow felt like a small relief. His gaze flicked to Rogers, cold and sharp. "You really have no idea what you’re getting yourself into," he said lowly. Rogers laughed. "Oh really? And are you planning on harvesting my organs too?"

But it wasn't time to eat just yet. "Roger?" I asked the owner as I saw him sitting at the back with a ton of bills, and his reading glasses sitting at the very edge of his nose. He was a man in his early fifty's with salt and pepper hair that he liked to keep long, along with a big beard. He didn't talk much to his employee's, and was often strict with management, but he was a pretty decent guy. "Can Julian stay here during my shift today?" Roger frowned as he looked up from the bills, his eyes holding some amount of anger at my question, but since Julian was with me, he didn't bother scolding me. "He can stay today," he said in his gruff voice. "Don't make it a habit, kid."

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.

' Wilson asked in his mind but what ce out of his mouth was; "Morning, sirs!" "At ease, Lieutenant!" Said the muscular middle-aged man. He had a balding head with little gray hair amidst the black. His haircut, like every other soldier he had met, was a crew cut. 'That must be the standard hairstyle that Jim talked about.' Wilson thought, once again, feeling grateful to Jim for the important lessons he gave. Without those lessons, he would have been excessively clueless. 'Wait a minute!' He suddenly thought. 'Does that mean Old Rogers is a soldier?'

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.

She asked, which looked like a firm statement, forgetting about her misery for a while. “No, I am not…”Steven’s straight face showed determination and Laura’s mouth started opening wider with each passing second in disbelief. She stared at his face, which looked haggard, his overgrown beard, his overgrown hairs. Everything was making him look like some kind of beggar or a homeless person. She remembered when she used to be with him, he used to daily trim his beard to keep it in a perfect shape but now it all looks too much on his face. She flinched at the thought of him shaving off his head, “Wouldn’t he look too ugly then?”A voice echoed in her mind and then she immediately shook her head.

Currently, Max is the driver. He was driving Aretha and Roger to the mall. While focusing on driving, Max peeked through the rearview mirror, he saw that Roger's face was a little different. He was much happier and fresher than usual. Roger is a quiet and cold man, he rarely shows his true feelings outside. But the current situation has many unusual features. Roger was staring intently at Aretha, and the corners of his lips curled up a little. Is Roger smiling? Max couldn't believe his eyes, if he wasn't focused on driving, he would have to take his eyes out, wipe them clean, and put them back in. This was really strange, so strange that it scared Max to death.