Steve Rogers X Reader Angst Novels & Stories

Roger's trembling hands tightened around the nearest object he could find, ready to defend himself against Charles. "I don't know if seeing myself like this will be so fun." Charles, beside me, was smiling. I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as I looked at Charles standing next to me, his smile sending chills down my spine. Roger's face contorted with anger and determination as he prepared to confront Charles head-on.

“He… he talked to Steve. In dispatch.” Grant’s jaw tightened. Mara scribbled something. “Bring Steve,” I said. Tracy stood up too quickly, like she couldn’t wait to escape. As she left, she glanced at Grant again—fast, fearful—and I made a mental note. Not because she looked at him. Because she looked at him like he could punish her. Beside me, Roger sighed. "Going to be a long day, Carter." Steve came in wearing a Mercer polo and the expression of a man who thought “HR conference room” meant he’d done something wrong. He sat and folded his hands on the table like he was in school.

Pa da~ Another crisp sound of brain collapse. The capable angel covered his smoking head and squatted on the ground. Texas apologized quickly. "I'm sorry, Miss Jessica. She was pinched by a door when she was little. She can't speak beyond her head. Please forgive me." After the capable angels shut up. The living room finally became quieter. Texas kept chatting with Roger . He did not ask anything about Black Steel International, but chatted about some of his own experiences. As for Miss Croissant next to him, he was most concerned about it. It is the salary of Black Steel International.

Please enlighten met I like men with a healthy dose of curiosity Rogers has it. He is eager to leam and improve himself. That's why he is a perfect assistant "How do you think my son would react had I taken the boy away?" Rogers looked perturbed. He turned to look at me in the backseat with these gloomy eyes of his. I gave him a mocking smile, "My son had inherited that hot tamper from me with a massive dose of recklessness. The moment he learns that Twen is with me, he wouldn't think twice before reporting me to the cops. Right now, he is rebelling against me.

"Better than Alpha?" My smile became unnatural; I nodded stiffly. "That's right." I guess Ryan would get mad and strangle me when he heard me say that. Roger was delighted with my answer; he turned me around, pulled a strand of my hair, combed it, and said. “It probably hurts a little; you were the first I tried.” Then he clasped his hands together to make the sign of the cross. "If you die, don't blame me." I winced, my whole body tensed, every hair standing up at Roger's every move. Seeing my trembling affect him, he growled. “Close your face! So annoying!"

I asked. “Why would Rogers do this?” She asked and I could hear the pain in her voice. “I thought he was on our side.” I scoffed. “Rogers is not on anyone’s side except his own,” I replied. “Marianna was too trusting of him and look how it played out.” “I noticed the animosity between the two of you when he visited me,” She reminded me. “He is a self-serving son of a bitch and you will know why when we get to him,” I told her as I parked right in front of his high loft apartment.

Just as I was about to unleash a commotion that broke loose in the hallway, Nick barged into the room followed closely by Cat who had her hand on her hips unimpressed by his presence. “Boss, sorry to barge in but we have a problem at the clubhouse”. Nick glared at Cat as she pushed past his shoulder. “Get out the pair of you” she growled. “It's okay Cat, by the sounds of things the Rogues have yet another drama, no doubt it’s because their Alpha is incapable of leading a pack”. Vivian yawned suddenly looking disinterested in what was occurring around her. “See you later Fiancee” I grinned “don’t forget to show Cat your ring”

Steven told her. “I assume you have spoken to alpha Jackson and that he has briefed you on the situation, correct?” asked Anita and Steven nodded. “Yes, alpha he has, I just did not think that it was this bad, I never knew the extent of the damage caused by what I have done but now I do. We were wrong, no, I was wrong for assuming that you were just like other rogues, I couldn’t have been more wrong about you, its just that I have been through a lot and lost a lot in the hands of rogues as a result I resent them.” Steven said making Anita raised an eyebrow.

Rogers did not weep. But Anton Rogers was breaking. A sob, harsh and ugly, tore itself from his throat. Then another. He doubled over, his forehead pressing against the cold dashboard, as the dam holding back a lifetime of pressurized grief—for his father, for his stolen legacy, for his own naïve trust—finally shattered.

Rogers' head snapped back from the impact, a low moan of pain escaping his lips. "You're going to pay for this," Jaxon snarled, the veins in his neck bulging with rage. "You're going to pay for what you did to my wife” Rogers, his face a mask of pain and defiance, spat another mouthful of blood onto the floor. "Go to hell, Vaughn," he rasped, his voice barely a whisper. “What wife? I'm sure whatever is going on is fake. It's just another game plan of you and your grandfather. You're never capable of loving anyone, not to talk of a woman..” Rogers pointed out.