READ NOVEL ONLINE Chapter 15: Getting Beaten by Crossbones
STELLA'S POV—
"Are you the infamous Captain America?" asked the man. He cracked his knuckles. This man, I don't think I should underestimate him.
I replied, "It depends. But shouldn't you give your name first? It's basic courtesy." Suddenly, I felt something missing in my left hand. I raised my hand to see that my knife is missing.
"Are you looking for this?" I jerked my head towards him. He slowly opened his palm and revealed that he was holding my knife.
"You—"
All of a sudden, he threw the knife at me. Picking a steel plate, I threw it at the incoming knife, intercepting it successfully.
He commented, "Not bad! Not bad at all! You are good, really good. I almost thought you to be some kind of a weak pussy, who was sent flying by my single punch. Although, your pretty lip is busted."
Rubbing my hair, I said, "You don't need to worry about my lip. I advise you to worry about yourself."
He laughed at my words. He said, "Enough! I believe I asked you something."
"Answer me first."
Shrugging his shoulders, he replied, "Fine, if you want to know that badly, I will tell you. My name is Brock Rumlow. You can call me Crossbones."
What?! His words made my eyes widen in shock. That skull-shaped helmet, his humongous built, I should have known already. The man in front of me is one and only, Crossbones. One of the biggest enemies of Captain America. He has come close to kill Captain America many times in the comics. He is not someone whom I can underestimate. I narrowed my gaze at him. I have decided. I am going to make the first move.
"Well then, I am Stella Rogers A.K.A Captain America."
After saying that, I made my first move. I dashed towards him and kicked him in his shin. My kick disrupted his equilibrium. Not giving him a chance to stabilize, I started attacking him repeatedly. I punched him 9 times in his stomach, 5 times in his head, and kicked him 3 times in his chest. Finally, I threw him over my shoulder and smashed him on the kitchen counter.
Seeing him flat on the floor, I took a sigh of relief. Heh, it wasn't that difficult.
Suddenly, he grabbed my leg and pushed me with a heavy force, sending me crashing on the kitchen counter. Stabilising myself, I looked at him to see that he was sitting.
What the fuck! He is sitting after I attacked him this viciously. It should impossible for someone to even move after getting hit by these attacks.
He stood up and smirked at me. He said, "Your punches and kicks were good, and even your strategy was good. Your decision to attack me first and gain an upper hand on me, was brilliant. But you missed something. I am highly pain-tolerant. No, it would be okay if I say, I don't feel any kind of pain. So, your attacks are useless."
Saying that, he tried to kick me. Dodging his kick, I blocked his punch, for him to headbutt me on my head. Stabilizing my body, I tried to punch him. Forget about dodging, he didn't even flinch from my attack. If this won't do, then this would do. I constantly punched his stomach region, to find him yawning, as if my punches were nothing.
Ah! Darn it! I forgot about his pain tolerance. In the comics, he was also intolerant to all sorts of pain. Fuck it! I am going for the kill.
"You know, it's getting boring for me," he stretched his arms, "it's time to be serious."
I smirked, "Yeah me too."
He launched a punch at my face, which I dodged by ducking my head. I blocked his right hook with my palms and tried a flying spin kick on him. Dodging it, he grabbed my arm and threw me on a table. Landing on it, I tried to drop kick him. But he caught me in mid-air and slammed me on the ground. Seeing this as an opening, he tried to stomp me. I blocked it with my hands. He started to increase the force. Withstanding the sudden increase of force, I increased my resistance.
Finding a gap, I pushed his leg and stood up. We exchanged a series of attacks, one after another, but not a single one was proving to be decisive.
He said, "You are good, damn good. But there is one thing in my mind. How is Sin treating you? You must be wondering as for why I asked this question. For your information, Sin is my ex-girlfriend."
Feigning a surprise, I asked, "Is that so?"
"Yes, she is the type of girl, that one should stay away from."
I mocked, "Do you still like her? Is that why you are fighting with me?"
"No, I don't. There is one thing I should tell you. Do you know that I had left HYDRA? But when I found that you are alive, I joined HYDRA again, just in hopes to defeat you, the person who killed my idol, Red Skull. Sin is a sully to her father's name. So, no, I don't give a fuck to that whore."
This attitude of Crossbones is pissing me. No! It's not because I am angry that he insulted Sin, I am angry because he is not taking this fight seriously. Ah! Forget it, whether I like it or not, I hate that Crossbones is just insulting Sin like that. Although one thing that stands out is, Brock's martial arts and his resistance to pain is making him a dangerous foe.
Shaking my head, I monotoned, "So, what? Do you think we should discuss this during the fight? If so then, you are a moron."
Not giving him a chance to reply, I grabbed the ladle from the table and threw it at him. He blocked it with his hand, just for me to smash his head with a wine bottle. I picked the ladle from the ground and hit his head with it. In counter, he bashed the oven on my head. My head got scratched from its impact. But I didn't stop. My idea is to break his limbs one by one and then, kill him. If I don't do this, he would easily be able to counter me, and I don't want this. I snatched the oven away from him and bashed it on the same spot, where I smashed the wine before. I grabbed his arm and twisted it with all my might. A sharp snap was heard from his arm. Just as I was about to do this same to his leg, he grabbed me by my throat and smashed me on a table.
Breaking the table, I fell on the ground. Not finding it enough, he lifted me again by my throat and slammed a few times on the ground.
Just as when I thought this to be over, he lifted me in a front carry position and ran towards the wall. He smashed on the wall, breaking it into pieces.
He stood up and looked at me with a condescending look. My ears were ringing loudly and my head was spinning. My mouth was filled with my blood.
Composing myself, I stood up. Panting heavily, I focused my gaze on him. Now, the only thought in my mind is, how to take this man out?