Stella Rogers: Reincarnated as Female Captain America

STELLA'S POV—

To pass time, I asked the receptionist about Donald after she returned. I was really curious about who the fuck this man is. The receptionist didn't say anything. She just took out a book from her desk and handed me that.

I was confused by her action. But when I looked at the author's name, I knew it why she gave it to me. This book in my hand is written by Donald. The title says, 'Surgeons and Their Duties.'

Opening the book, I began to read it. From the book, I learnt that this man, Donald is a very famous surgeon. Despite having a crippled leg, this man has achieved a lot name and fame for himself. In the book, he says, 'Every patient is equal to God and we should always think treating them is equivalent to serving God himself—'

I closed the book with a snap. I don't know what type of bullshit he has written, but I know very well that it ain't true. He, himself, doesn't follow it. Thinking of this a wastage of time, I closed my eyes and waited for him.

At first, I was a bit curious as for why this guy saved me but now, I don't care. After dropping this man, I will just forget this man and be on my way.

After 5 hours, the conference finished and this time, I saw Donald walking towards me with crutches. I commented, "It looks like your leg is healed." He could detect the sarcasm in my voice.

"Yeah-yeah, very funny. Let's go."

Getting out of the hospital, we entered into the car. I started driving car. I asked, "So, where's your house?"

"What?"

Annoyed, I asked again, "Where's your damn house? Where do you fucking live? You told me that you are here for a conference. Do you even have a house here?"

Smirking, he said, "Oh, you meant where I lived. If that's the case then, you should have said so, and yes, I do have a house here."

"Then, give me the damn location, or tell me the directions."

"Fine."

Honestly, this man is insufferable. After following his given directions, we reached his house, or to be better, I will call it a mansion.

I accused, "This is a mansion, a fucking mansion," I turned towards him, "did you have to lie to me?" This fucking mansion is very far from the city. I should have known that, this man's character is like an imbecilic human.

"Yes, now go. Your work is finished, you can go now—"

Donald couldn't complete his sentence as we were suddenly flying in the air along the car. We landed on the ground with a thud. Thankfully, we didn't land inverted.

I asked, "Are you alright?"

Rubbing his head, he nodded. He replied, "Yes, I am alright. But what the fuck just happened?"

"I don't—"

I couldn't complete my sentence as I was suddenly thrown out of the car. Crashing on the ground, I got up and saw something that I couldn't believe with my eyes. A rock man was dragging Donald out of the car.

A rock man? My eyes widened in recognition. It's a kronan. Fuck! Why the heck is it attacking him?

It said, "Where is the treasure? SAY IT!"

Confused and sacred, Donald stuttered, "What treasure?! I-I d-don't know any t-treasure, y-you... have got the wrong person."

"It looks like that unless I hurt you, you are not going to tell me truth." Said the being.

"I-I really d-d-don't k-know. Please!"

Scoffing, it threw Donald on the ground. It turned towards me and yelled, "If you don't tell me the truth then, I will hurt her first." Saying that, he dashed towards me.

"No! Wait—"

Donald yelled at him in attempts to stop him but, the being ignored him. Just as he was about to touch me, I grabbed his shoulder and threw him high in the air, sending him flying deep into the garden. Not believing, I looked at my hands. Wow! I never thought I was this powerful. Then again, nobody hasn't yet challenged me in terms of strength. Even, Crossbones was no match for me.

Donald's jaw was practically hanging on the ground. I walked towards him and stood near him. I extended my hand for him to take and stand up. Taking my hand, he stood up.

After comprehending that what happened, he looked at me and asked, "What the fuck just happened? What is that?" he pointed in direction in which I sent that being flying, "I... what does he want from me? And how did you send that creature flying? Who are you? I—"

"Shut up!" I interjected him. I continued, "We have a very pressing matter in our hand. I would like to request you to keep quiet."

For the first time, he heeded my words and kept quiet. That being must be angry. I could hear loud thuds coming from the depths of the garden. Within a minute, it appeared in my view. Judging by its body language and facial expression, I could definitely say that it was angry, very angry.