Steve Rogers Imagines Novels & Stories

"You're... You're not bleeding." "Sorry to disappoint you, little wolf." Ragnar walks forward, his boots echoing off the stone floor like a countdown till he is right in front of me. Up close, his golden eyes are almost hypnotizing, making it feel so natural to do whatever he wants. He could have fooled me with his white coat and stethoscope, but the image of the hooded man with a scythe isn't so easy to forget. "How are you not bleeding?" I struggle for the words. "Interesting, isn't it?" He leans down, lifting my chin. "Just like how you're still alive."

“I have men that aren’t afraid to get their hands dirty if you need the assistance. I simply want to help.” I nod, and Roger shows him to the door. As soon as he’s gone, I pour myself a generous amount of scotch. Tough kid, rough around the edges even with all his posturing in that suit and expensive haircut. Certainly somebody I’d prefer to call an ally than an enemy. When Roger returns, he immediately launches into the earful he's dying to give me. “We didn't need him to tell us it was Jack. I think it was obvious from the beginning that he’s behind this shit.”

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.

He picked it up slowly and got back up on his feet. He was backing me. He bowed his head and stared at the knife before he turned back to me. I was mute, as I thought he was only just joking. But then his countenance depicted a different message. I was flummoxed because Rogers cherished his life the most amongst the things in this world, but seeing him give it up for just an apology got me lost.

He picked it up slowly and got back up on his feet. He was backing me. He bowed his head and stared at the knife before he turned back to me. I was mute, as I thought he was only just joking. But then his countenance depicted a different message. I was flummoxed because Rogers cherished his life the most amongst the things in this world, but seeing him give it up for just an apology got me lost.

"If you beg me, I'll keep you out of jail. Aretha! I'm waiting for you to open your mouth and beg me." Roger is an AL billionaire, the most powerful person here. No matter what Aretha's crime is, Roger can help her get out safely. AL is Roger's world. As long as he snaps his fingers, anything can be solved. Now Roger was sitting in a chair, smoking a cigarette and waiting. But contrary to Roger's thinking, Aretha did not beg. She glanced at Roger with cold eyes. Her red lips lifted slightly, revealing a provocative and seductive smile. She said. "I do not need it!"

“Oh, you mean steroids? Wait; are you on steroids right now?” He punched the locker again. “Do you think you’re funny, Clark? Better tell me what’s going on with you?” I can see that his eyes were even more furious right now as if he is ready and willing to punch me. “What’s going on with me? Do you really wanna know?” Roger nodded. “Well, so would I! Last night, I had my most terrifying dream. I am in some kind of another world where slaughtering one’s throat truly existed. Then, there’s this Beast Lord who wanted to come after me.

“What a shame.” Roger walked up to me with a twinkle in his eye and proceeded to investigate my scalp by pulling hair left and right. “What are you doing?” I asked as I swatted his hand away. “Looking for antennas,” he giggled. “Asshole,” I giggled back. “I always knew that you were different,” he replied teasingly. “I just never knew how much.” “You might not think this is so funny when they come for you and there’s no one there to protect you,” Dr. Mokena said.

The royals were still mingling and discussing when I finally spotted Roger. He was standing near the grand archway, speaking with another man, shaking hands. I didn’t stop to think. I ran straight into him, crashing into his chest. “Please, help me!” I gasped, gripping his arm like it was the only thing keeping me. “They’ll find me! Please!” Roger growled fiercely and drew me behind him, his hair was on end and his teeth began to elongated. I could see the signs of his transformation. “What’s going on?” he growled wildly, “Who’s after you?”

He was feeling like a complete idiot at that time. Rick walked up to Rodger and said "So, you came here to kill me, did you? What have I ever done to you to make you take such action against me?" Rodger almost spat at Rick before saying "You are the reason my friend Robin Wright is in prison! You are also the reason I and my business associates are loosing money hand over fist the world over! You deserve nothing less than death!"