Superverse

04:08 Captain_America: I leaned back against the seat, the shield slung on my back sinking into the hard leather, as the rumble of the helicopter blades filled the small cabin with a dull roar. I looked over at Agent Phil Coulson, a man I had grown to respect and like in my time working with SHIELD. His quick wit and ability to see the funny side of life belied his elite training and exceptional talents for field work. He was a natural leader. I spoke up, my voice bellowing to be heard over the noise, “Any updates on the situation at the Art Institute of Chicago? Do we know how the hell the ground control unit for an ancient alien orbital bombardment platform ended up there? Somehow, I don’t think HYDRA has suddenly developed an appreciation for fine art…”

Across from us, Agents Grant Ward and Leo Fitz began to chuckle. Despite the extreme danger and tension, all of us were professionals, refusing to let the seriousness of the situation control us. Phil smiled, shouting to be heard, “I’ll let Leo field that one, Cap.” Leo, trained in engineering and more recently, alien technology, replied, “You’ll never believe this one Captain, but it turns out the traveling art exhibition showcasing WWII includes a couple of artifacts masquerading as art pieces. If what we have pieced together is true, some of these “art pieces” are actually alien artifacts. We’ve traced them back to the Red Skull’s base. When the base was ransacked at the end of WWII, some enterprising soldier probably decided to hock them for extra cash on the sly. How they have escaped notice for this long is anyone’s guess.”

I nodded, memories surfacing of the battle I had with Red Skull in Germany before the accident that led to my extended hibernation. Even after all this time, he still reached out from beyond the grave to spread his special brand of destruction, through HYDRA.

Phil spoke up over the thrumming of the helicopter, “It’s a real embarrassment for us Cap, and no mistake. HYRDA beat us to the punch on this one, and I’m going to find out how. If we hadn’t managed to tap into the data feed from that thing, HYDRA could have blasted us out of existence like sitting ducks. As it is, we were only just in time. That’s why we needed you, big guy. Sorry for the short notice!”

Without warning, a few hours ago, a previously cloaked object orbiting the earth had lit up like a Christmas tree, radiating enough energy to power a city. When the object moved into position directly above SHIELD HQ, it had become clear this was not good news. Using some alien tech of our own, we had managed to decipher the object’s data feed, confirming the worst. The weapon was charging, and it’s target was SHIELD HQ. We had traced the other end of the data feed to, of all places, the Art Institute of Chicago. I glanced up at the digital display. It was counting down. There was exactly 35 minutes until the orbital platform reduced SHIELD HQ to a smoking pile of rubble, giving HYDRA uncontested power.

I grinned, clapping Phil on the shoulder, appreciating his bluff good nature and his attempts to defuse the tension. I allowed myself just the slightest appreciation of his solid build. “That’s okay. I’ve got to earn my keep somehow! Besides, there are only so many laps I can take around the National Mall before boredom sets in. ” Everyone laughed good naturedly. I had in fact been on lap 122 that morning when Phil had called me for this mission. I had only just started to work up a light sweat. Thanks to the super soldier serum, my body eliminated fatigue toxins nearly as quickly as it produced them, providing me with enormous stamina. It took a lot of work to get me tired, and even more work to really push my body.

Weighing in at 250 pounds, standing 6 foot tall, I was packed with solid muscle. Muscle that, thanks to the serum, was denser, stronger, more powerful than the most accomplished Olympic athlete or special forces soldier the world had ever known. Add to that my incredible stamina, rapid healing factor, elite training in battlefield tactics, hand to hand combat and weapons handling to produce the most accomplished soldier the world had ever seen. And I worked hard, trained hard, to keep my edge, to maintain my constant vigilance. Forged in battle, I stood ready to keep America, and the world, safe, whatever the personal cost. And that cost had been high. Bucky… and so many others that I had loved and lost over the years. But you go on. You fight on to make their sacrifices count for something.

Then, Phil spoke up again, “All right Captain, it’s showtime. This is where you get off. We’ll land and move in to watch the exits and coordinate the effort to ensure that HYDRA doesn’t escape. We’ve got confirmation that HYDRA is in the Institute, and I doubt they are expecting us, otherwise they wouldn’t have gone to so much trouble to stay quiet. They couldn’t have anticipated that we’d be able to crack the data feed. Ready?”

I stand up, and nod, moving to the door of the chopper, pulling it aside, looking down over Grant Park and the Chicago Institute of Art below me. I double check my gear. My heavy boots, tactical body armor and helmet fit me like a second skin and provided some protection from small arms fire while allowing me the flexibility and speed to react rapidly. My trademark gear had been upgraded since my WWII days, but still proudly sported the red, white and blue pattern with a white star emblazoned on the middle of my chest. My hard, battle-forged combat-ready muscle visibly strained the seams of my uniform, my body projecting an aura of strength, power, confidence and competence.

At my waist, my tactical belt was firmly strapped in place. I carried a portable tracker honed in on the source of the alien control signal.. In addition, I had a KA-BAR combat knife sheathed on my belt, along with a comms unit, and a grappling hook for better maneuverability. But of course, my three most powerful weapons were my mind, my body, and my shield, strapped to my back. I nodded over at Phil, Grant, and Leo, “Stay safe gentlemen…”

Then I leaped out of the chopper, my powerful quads coiling like springs to provide a healthy dose of lateral momentum. Holding my arms tight into my sides, the night air rushing past my face, I soared down towards the roof of the Museum. I adjusted my angle slightly, my battle-trained body responding instantly, then came in for a tight, controlled roll across the flat roof of the imposing Institute of Art, coming up out of my roll into a dead run, taking care to be as silent as I could as I approached the skylight, planning on entering the Museum from the roof to have better options to catch the HYDRA thugs off guard. I was in full combat mode, my enhanced senses straining, listening to every sound, taking in every detail of the roof, seeking, searching for any threat.

Carefully, I approach the skylight, and peer down through the glass into the dim, dark Museum hall. With my enhanced vision, I can make out several distinct groups of guards strategically positioned across the main exhibit hall. Quickly, I pull back my gloved fist, and deliver a precision punch to one of the panes of glass, shattering it. I leap down through the hole towards one of the groups of HYDRA thugs.

I land on the floor of the display room with a loud THUMPP, shield in hand, ready to defend, as I quickly take in the scene around me. There were curses and exclamations of shock spewing forth from the squad.

I charge forward, my powerful pecs pumped to maximum as my arms churned up and down, my fast reflexes, tactical training, and incredible speed allowing me to be on the first HYDRA trooper in less than a second after I landed on the display room floor. I swung my shield, strapped to my powerful left arm, down and up under the first trooper’s chin, snapping his head back, knocking him out cold, and throwing him to the floor like a rag doll.

I squatted down, coiling my quads like springs, and leapt up to the top of a nearby display case, an 8 foot vertical leap, well within my capabilities. I lept down, behind another trooper, driving the rim of my vibranium-adamantium alloy shield in a precision strike to the side of the trooper’s neck, into his carotid artery, knocking him out cold. Another trooper had managed to react, his auto gun starting to get a bead on me, coming in at my right side. Time seemed to slow, as I swung my shield up with lightning fast reflexes, the stream of bullets from his auto gun bouncing harmlessly off my shield before I twisted, and blasted my boot into his chest sending him flying across the hall to smash into the wall, knocked out cold.

The final trooper from this squad was stumbling across the display hall to safety. It was then that I saw movement from the other side of the hall. The other squad. Suddenly, a spray of bullets from the squad started to cover the area. I held up my shield, the soft pings as the bullets bounced of it’s nearly indestructible surface tinkling in my ears interspersed with the backdrop of the loud retorts from their guns. I charged forward, assessing the situation instantly, keeping my shield out in front of me to deflect incoming fire. Always use your environment to your advantage. The squad firing on me was directly beneath an intricate art installation, dangling from the ceiling. I dived forward into a shoulder roll, taking cover behind a priceless Greek statue of some long forgotten god. I released my shield, throwing it above and behind the squad that was currently saturating the area with bullets, just before I dived, with perfect precision. My shield struck the marble walls of the museum behind the squad, deflected back towards me, slicing the cable suspending the art installation on its way back, which tumbled down in an explosion of metal and spun glass scattering, wounding and injuring the squad of troopers.

The troopers now taken care of, I consulted my tracker. There, the galley to the left, behind those vast double doors, was the ground control unit. There were 30 minutes left. I activated my comm unit, and spoke into my earpiece. “The HYDRA troopers are neutralized, moving in now to secure the ground control unit.” In just a few explosive, hard muscled bounds, I was at the double doors. They were locked, bolted shut, made of steel, clearly security doors only used when the museum was in security lockdown. That wasn’t going to stop me.

I grunted, and wedged my fingers in between the middle seam of the double doors. I took a deep breath, gathered my strength, then with a muffled explosion of intensity, I flexed my core till every brick of my ab wall turned harder than concrete. I planted his boots firmly, as the strength radiated out from my awesomely powerful core in a ripple of super soldier might, my steel-cabled muscles flexing and bulging with all my strength, veins popping out, the cords on my neck standing out in full relief. My biceps bulged as I poured everything into tearing these doors open. Suddenly, the doors began to groan and shriek in metallic protest, bolts snapping. Finally, with a rending scream of tearing metal, the doors burst open, one of them hanging crazily from its hinges.

My chest heaving, sweat coating my pumped muscle, I whipped my shield out as I ran inside to put a stop to HYDRA’s latest evil scheme.
10:27 Baron_Rex: Revenge was how they recruited me.
Always been a driving force even when I was a weak human.
It's been almost a year since the event.
SHIELD operatives had been pursuing me as 'potential threat to national security'. I was working alone on genetic enhancement technology. Looking for ways to give people the lives they always wanted. Not burdened by the harsh realities of nature.
SHIELD demanded to see my work. Share it with them. When I refused, they decided to take it. My small basement lab was raided as I fled on foot. My small 5'7 145lb frame fleeing as they chased me down. I was viciously knocked forward as a loud clang hit my spine. Paralyzing me. I fell to the ground as they snatched up my life's work.
Destroying it and leaving me for dead.
"Target neutralized" was all they said.
I closed my eyes and waited to die.
Hydra soldiers pulled me up. Took me back to their hideout. My small frame was strapped to a surgery bed as I they told me to rest. "It will all be over soon."
An undetermined amount of time later, I woke.
I could feel strength first. Almost like a weight pushing on my body from all angles. I slowly ran my hands over my body. Warm dense muscle covered me like armor. I flexed my core and sat up in the bed.
No one was in the small lab with me. A speaker cracked to life.
"Good morning." It said almost cheerfully.
"You've been through some changes Dr. Reichert" it said.
Thats when I noticed my skin.
Red.
Reptilian scales. Human muscle covered in an armor like skin. My much larger frame sitting naked on the bed, I noticed everything was bigger. My legs, core, arms, chest and even my dick.
"Stay calm. You're in no danger." The voice reassuring me.
I move to speak. Noticing my head is almost heavy.
"Doctor, look in front of you"
Theres a window with a bunch of people in lab coats staring intently. Suddenly it flashes into a mirror.
I see myself for the first time.
Who I truly am.
Dr. Benjamin Reichert was dead.
Baron Rex taking his place.

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Here I am. In a control room for an orbital laser pointed at SHIELD headquarters. My new body now comfortable. Strong. Healthy.
At nearly seven feet tall and almost 350 lbs, I am huge. Black cargo pants and boots cover my lower body. My upper body exposed. When your skin is literal armor, you don't need to cover all of it.
The past year has been nothing but training. Learning how to become a weapon to take out SHIELD. Boxing, wrestling and small arms were my everyday. Honing and perfecting my skills so I can get my revenge on the one who broke my spine...Captain America.
I see through the cameras he's wiping out the guards. Expected. They're all weak humans.
But not me.
The door arcs and sparks as it clangs and slowly opens.
The control panel for the laser behind me as I fold my arms and smirk; a large toothy grin. It doesn't need my help anymore. Essentially on autopilot.
The door opens.
"Hello, Captain." I say calmly but delightfully menacingly.
"I've been waiting a very long time to finally meet you."
10:51 Captain_America: Suddenly, as I charge through the door, I'm pulled up short by an unbelievable sight. A ... human dinosaur? Awesomely huge, it's torso covered in tough, thick red scales, the muscles rippling beneath those scales speaking of a terrible strength, his hindquarters covered by black combat trousers. I'd never seen anything like it.

The thing... grinned at me, showing row upon row of sharp teeth. What was this? It seems to know me, to judge by it's familiar greeting, and it seems to possess at least human level intelligence. But the worst part was, this walking nightmare of scale and muscle and teeth was standing between me and the ground control unit.

I walk forward carefully, assessing the threat. I speak quietly, under my breath, "Coulson, keep those exits secured. There's been a slight snag here, HYDRA has deployed some kind of mutant or meta human. I'll let you know when I've dealt with it."

Then, I speak up again, "If I had known you were so eager to meet me, I would have been sooner. But I'm afraid I don't have time for small talk just now, I'm on a tight schedule, so if you'll excuse me, you are in my way." With lighting fast reflexes and a ripple of super soldier might, I fling my shield directly towards your grinning head, going for a quick knockout blow to end this.
11:00 Baron_Rex: The shield flies towards me. In a flash, I catch it in a grip. Twisting my body a bit as I do. It clangs in my hand. I thrust it towards an anterior wall. Grunting as I chuck it. It crashes hard and gets wedged in the brick.
I look towards you as my smile fades. My large frame rushing forward as I leap into the air and throw a superman punch to your head. Aiming to knock it off.
My body more nimble than expected. Still tensed and ready to fight.
11:11 Captain_America: I watch in astonishment as this creature reaches up and snatches my shield out of the air. The strength and speed required for such a feat sends a shock tingling down my spine. Whatever this creature was, it was far more deadly than your average HYDRA mutant thug.

My shield is out of reach, wedged in the brick of the far wall. Again... the strength required to embed my shield that deep in solid brick... looks like I was going to earn my keep today. But no time to consider the matter, there was only time to fight.

Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, over 350 pounds of hyper strong, mutated dino man is flying through air, your fist on a collision course for my head. On pure battle-forged instinct, I drop down, beneath that oncoming punch, my powerful arms driving up over head, one hand catching you between your massive scaly pecs, the other right beneath your navel, with a grunt and an explosion of power from my herculean quads, I redirect the momentum of your flying leap, sending you hurtling towards the far wall, turning in place, dropping into a combat stance, already on the move towards you before you even hit the wall. The fight was on. Less than 30 minutes left before the SHIELD HQ was reduced to rubble. There was no way they could completely evacuate everyone in time. But that didn't matter, there was no way I was going to let some mutated monster destroy the only organization that stood between the world and HYDRA's ruthless domination.
12:41 Baron_Rex: You move quickly. My body slammed into a far wall as I grunt. Leaving a crack in the brick wall. No time to waste though. I quickly get to my feet and rush forward, sending a front kick to your midsection. Like I'm kicking in a door.
I need to keep you distracted enough so SHIELD can finally pay for their crimes.
13:00 Captain_America: As I charge towards your scaly muscle as it crashes to the floor beneath the cracked brick wall, testament to your weight and the strength of my throw, you spring to your feet, recovering from that heavy blow faster than I would have thought possible, charging me at close range before I have a chance to react or adjust my course.

Your heavy foot smashes into my abs, sending a shock wave of force ripping through my battle uniform to smash into my dense, steel-hard core. My powerful core weathers the storm, but even so I let out a low groan of pain, involuntarily doubling up from the force, as my body is blasted backwards across the floor, rolling a few times, before I regain control and spring back up to my feet.

Having tasted your strength, speed, and power firsthand now, it's easily on par with my own. Where in the hell did HYDRA find this monster?? There was no time to ponder his origins, I had to stop the alien orbital bombardment platform, at all costs.

I charge back at you, not faltering for a second, extending and rotating my leg in a low arc designed to sweep your massive legs out from under you.
13:06 Baron_Rex: Your grunt from my gut kick has me hard. My powerful dick responding.
You move to sweep my feet as I easily jump over them.
Almost smirking, I grab the top of your helmet and lift you to your feet. I hold your helmet with my left and hammer one, two, three blows to your head.
"You're still just a weak human." I taunt. "Prepare to die."
I rear back for more hard rights to the center of your face.
13:30 Captain_America: Despite my speed, you leap up, avoiding my leg sweep. Before I can react, your massive scaly hand grips the top of my helmet, lifting me up off the floor.

I reach up to pry your hand off my head when your fist smashes forward, into my face. I've never been hit so hard before. The first blow smashes into my nose, sending a small explosion of blood spraying out and sending sheets of white light and red-hot lances of agony spiking through my skull. My entire body spasms in your grasp.

Two more heavy blows follow the first one, each one sending new spasms through my muscle, and more blood erupting from my nose. One of those blows breaks my nose, mashing it off to one side, and opens a savage gash on my cheek, beneath the protection of my helmet.

Shock scatters my thoughts. How strong is this beast? It takes every ounce of willpower I can muster to cut through the growing fog of shock and pain. Too much is at stake for me to falter now, no matter how powerful this creature is.

Before that fourth fist can land, my hands reach up and grip your red scaled wrist, nearly as thick as my arm. I let out a battle cry, a deep roar of defiance, as I let myself hang off your massive wrist, bringing my boot up to smash you savagely underneath your scaly chin. My other boot kicks forward with all my strength, smashing deep into the thick of your scaly torso, delivering enough power to shatter a brick wall while my fingers send powerful spikes into your meaty wrist, searching for the tendons leading to your hand to force you to release my head.
15:24 Baron_Rex: You start to bleed as I smirk. Your handsome face getting fucked up. I grin as you seize my wrist.
I take a kick to the head, making me grunt. Followed up with a blow to the gut. Eliciting another deep grunt.
While those weren't incapacitating, they were enough to make me drop you.
My hard body defending me like a knight's armor.
As you hit the floor, I move to stomp your midsection. Wanting to put my boot through your guts.
15:44 Captain_America: My kick might have been strong enough to shatter a brick wall, but it wasn't enough to crack the thick scaly muscled armor of your core or your head.

What the hell was this monster armored with? I've got to take him out. I don't have time to waste. I wrench your arm off my head finally, dropping straight to my back in front of you.

Almost before I hit the floor, your heavy, massive foot came barrelling down towards my midsection. With a snarl of concentration, my arms shoot up, my biceps bulge and flex with power, my core tightens as I catch your descending boot in both my hands.

The force is tremendous, as the shock of impact travels down my powerful arms and into the floor beneath, getting a gasp out of me. I almost don't manage to stop that boot, but there is no way some HYDRA lab experiment is going to stop me from saving SHIELD.

A surge of steel-hard determination burns through me, as I dig deep into my reserves of strength and will, then, with a huge surge of strength, my biceps peaking so hard the seams of my battle uniform start to rip, I heave up with both arms, thrusting your boot off me with so much power, that you are thrown to the floor.

I kip up in one fluid movement, totally ignoring the ache from my abs and the throbbing, disorienting agony from my beat up, bleeding face and broken nose. Without a moment's hesitation I leap onto your back before you can fully recover, spreading my legs wide in an attempt to wrap your massive, red scaled impossibly muscled torso in my herculean legs while my powerful arm strains to snake around your neck from behind, using all my skill, power, and speed to lock on a deadly choke hold and put you out cold.

I snarl into your ear, "Nap time buddy. I'm afraid playtime's over. I'm on a tight schedule."
21:34 Baron_Rex: You leap on my back as I growl. Surprised you stopped my stomp from crushing you to nothing.
I initially pull at your arm around my neck. No luck.
But we have different rules we're following. You fight to knock out your opponents. I fight to the death. No restraint. I roar and rush backwards. Slamming you back first into the eight foot tall control panel.
I lean forward and do it again. Smashing even harder. If the shock doesn't stun you, the smash will.
03:31 Captain_America: Trying to choke this beast out is like trying to choke out a steel I-beam. I focus and concentrate, my teeth gritted, and my bicep bulging like the gun of a battleship. Adjusting, trying to find the carotid artery... assuming this creature had a carotid artery.. but all I found was more thick, scaly armour.

Suddenly, before I had a chance to react, you made it to your feet, surging backwards. I smashed back first into something hard and unyielding. Trapped between the proverbial rock and a hard place. Enormous forces concentrating on my steel-cabled super soldier muscle... sending shockwaves of compressive force ripping through my powerful frame, blasting air out of my lungs, compressing my muscles and bones. I saw a flash of white light fill my vision as a bone deep agony erupted from my tortured body. But grimly, I refuse to let go. Somehow, through sheer will, I keep my arm locked around your monstrous neck.

Suddenly, a realization hits me... I have to kill this thing. It's never my first choice. But today, it's my only choice. Gasping for air, I readjust my grip in a flash, grabbing either side of your head in preperation for the most powerful neck snap I can deliver, but then you smash back a second time, even harder than before.

More compressive force knifes through my powerful core... Enough force to smash a car... There is a sickening crunching sound as my powerful body is smashed between your 350 pounds of mutated dino muscle and the unyielding alien alloy of the control device. Something has to give... and something does. I feel a sickening, dangerous pain deep inside my body, unlike anything I've ever felt.

I nearly lose conciousness, as my body slowly slumps down to floor, landing on my knees. Vaguely, as I fight to shake off the fog of pain and weakness, I'm astonished to see blood dribbling out of my mouth, staining the pristine red, white and blue of my battle uniform.

Stupidly, I stagger to my feet, blood dribbling out of my mouth from injuries deep inside my body, and raise my fists. A new, more intense determination burns inside me. No more playing around. The fate of SHIELD, and the world, depended on me stopping HYDRA. Time to take the gloves off. As always happened in the fiercest of my fights, the real life and death struggles, my cock began to tingle as I gathered myself for unrestrained battle.
12:44 Baron_Rex: You slide off me after the second hit. I turn and see you bleeding but fists up.
"You'll meet your end screaming, Captain." I taunt. Meaning every last word of it.
My hard body tight and flexed. Strong and pumped. My bulge obvious.
I lunge forward with a front kick to your midsection. Like I'm kicking in a door. I keep the pressure on by swinging a high and wild left haymaker at your head. Hoping to take it clean off.
13:02 Captain_America: My eyes turn hard. Time is running out. Your taunt washes over me, but it doesn't affect me. There is only one way this fight will end. Only one way it can. Only one way I will allow it to end.

You lunge forward, driving your boot towards my abs. I grunt, and throw myself to the right, barely avoiding that kick, accompanied by a savage burst of painful protest from my injured core. I healed fast, and no doubt my enhanced metabolism was already kicking into high gear, but it wouldn't be fast enough to make a difference.

As your boot smashed into alien control unit's unyielding alloy, my keen eye caught the tension and flexing of your massive muscles heralding a massive left hook. My right arm exploded upwards, intercepting your left hook and deflecting it.

Grimly, I counter attacked, driving into you, my fists letting loose a savage barrage of blows deep into your red scaled, hard muscled torso. Each fist was hard enough to crack concrete. It was time to show this mutant, over muscled dinosaur exactly what he was up against.
13:11 Baron_Rex: My armor like skin protects my dense muscles. After throwing two unsuccessful blows, you start pummeling my abs. I take em as I back up. Knowing these blows would've killed the old me.
I grunt a bit as you hammer away. Flexing my hard and solid core.
When I feel like I've had enough, after the sixth or seventh blow, i thrust my left arm forward and seize your neck.
I lift you off your feet and grin. My big toothy smile as I then grab a fistful of your bulge. I roar and lift you over my head. Launching you into the heavily damaged control panel.
13:23 Captain_America: I hammer away, smashing my fists in, each one harder. They are backing you up, getting grunts out of you, but still I don't feel any give in that armored wall of scaly muscle. But they are keeping you off balance, it's only a matter of time before I break through...

Then suddenly, out of nowhere, your massive fist seizes my neck, the blood from my busted face dripping on your hands. Immediately, I start to see spots. I pull back my legs to kick you, but you don't waste any time. My balls erupt in agony as your right hand grabs my manhood. My eyes bulge out as I'm easily lifted over your head, then tossed brutally into the control panel.

My body hurtles through the air, out of my control as I smash into the main console front first, covered in strange alien symbols. The panel gives way from the tremendous impact. I let out a groan, feeling dazed and disoriented from the shock of the imapct. I reach out my hands to free myself from the wreckage of the control panel, when suddenly there is a savage explosion from the wrecked panel, an eruption of alien energy right into the chest piece of my battle uniform, tossing me off the wrecked panel like a rag doll, tumbling across the floor.

My limbs are twitching spastically, my nervous system scrambled from the discharge. My chest is in agony as I stumble to my feet, raising my fists on instinct. I look down, and notice the the entire front of my uniform has been burned away, reduced to ashes by the eruption of energy. There are several deep burns across my steel-cabled, hard muscled pecs and abs.

Then, the full force of the pain hits me, and I involuntarily scream, stumbling backwards. But grimly, I keep my balance, raise my fists, forcing my injured body to keep fighting. There is only one way this can end.
14:43 Baron_Rex: The control panel explodes, exposing your hard upper body. I initially cover my head as you're thrown across the room. You land and I grin.
"You and SHIELD are dead." I loudly proclaim.
You get to your feet as I swing a hard left haymaker at your head.
14:49 Captain_America: Still dazed and slowed by the explosion and the pain, I see the left haymaker coming in for my jaw... And I try to raise my arm, but it's as though I'm trapped in quicksand, fighting through a punch drunk fog. That heavy haymaker slams into my jaw with sickening force.

My head brutally snaps to the side, my jaw distending, an eruption of blood and a tooth or two ejected from my savaged jaw. My body spins in place and I collapse to the floor, moaning, seeing double, a bone-cracking ache knifing through my battered jaw as I grimly fight to get back to my feet. Have to come up with a plan to kill this beast. I've got to come up with something.
15:01 Baron_Rex: You hit the floor after my heavy hit. I grab the back of your neck and lift your head up. I SLAM SLAM SLAM your face into the floor. Rage and strength oozing out of me.
I sit you up and stand back. I turn on one of the monitors on the far wall. The laser is shown locked on to SHIELDs Headquarters. It makes a sickening sound as it warms up.
"First, SHIELD. Then the Avengers. And then military bases around the world."
I saunter towards you.
"All will submit to Hydra."
I fire a kick at your abs. Punctuating my last statement.
15:12 Captain_America: I fight to rise, got to get up ... must keep fighting ... suddenly, I feel you grab my neck and smash my face into the marble floor.... once ... twice, three times ... there is a sickening series of crunches and cracks... the marble floor cracks form the impact, sending out a spiderweb of fractures. My nose breaks again, and more blood erupts from my ruined face as that final smash actually makes me black out. I can't remember the last time anyone has been able to knock me out.

When I regain conciousness, my eyes blearily open onto a scene of horror. The laser is locked on ... warming up in the final countdown. NO NOOOOOOO.. Shock and disbelief visible on my ruined face.

I stagger forward as you arrogantly saunter towards me, declaring your intentions. I snarl, "OVER MY DEAD BODY.." I gather together all my will and determination, all my strength and as you fire off a kick to my abs, I twist aside at the last moment, coiling my legs like springs, and leaping towards you, cocking my fist and driving it towards your throat with everything I have left in the tank. There is still time... still time to kill this monster and shut down the laser.
21:52 Baron_Rex: My kick hits air as my neck explodes in pain. I cough and sputter as I back up. Rage on my face.
My hands on my neck as I lean against the busted control panel. My dick is impossibly hard looking at you bloody, shirtless and sucking in air. I clear my throat and stand up. My fists cocked.
I see the monitor behind you. I growl and grin.
"You will DIE!" I roar. Keeping your focus on me.
I move forward and swing a hard right into your chest.
Gonna start breaking down your core.
02:54 Captain_America: My fist smashes into your throat, I threw everything I had into that blow... going for the kill, trying to crush your wind pipe, but again, that thick scaly armor of yours protects you. I hurt you, clearly, but it wasn't a killing blow.

I feel a momentary sense of despair wash over me, along with a sudden avalanche of all the pain and shock I've been blocking. I gasp for breath, sucking in deep lungfuls, willing my body to combat the battle damage to my powerful muscle as blood drips from my shattered face.

What is it going to take to kill this creature? I'm almost out of time... the laser will strike any moment now. I have to get past him, find some way to shut this off. I raise my fists again, my eyes go hard as ignore your insult.

I surge forward to meet your attack, but while my spirit is still willing, my body is suffering. All those savage blows to my head, the explosion of the console, and that brutal smash to my core have slowed me down, disoriented me, thrown off my normally precise control over my body.

I try to block that incoming right, but it slips through my guard, and plows a path of destruction across my steel-hard chest, the shockwave rippling across my tightly packed pecs, driving the wind from my lungs and exacerbating the internal injuries from early.

I stagger back, my face twisting in agony, as a spray of blood erupts from my mouth. My head sways, then, I snarl, and charge forward. I drop low in front of you, falling to one knee, reaching out for that massive bulge between your legs. Desperate times call for desperate measures. I seize your mutated balls in my grip, crushing with all my super human might, twisting, seeking another way to cripple you. Time was not on my side.
04:50 Baron_Rex: I roar into the sky as you clamp an iron grip on my balls. Knowing you're near end. A proud pinnacle of strength wouldn't resort to low blows unless he was in trouble.
And boy are you. Your face unrecognizable. Your shield gone. Your armor penetrated.
While I'm in agonizing pain, I know you're close to being finished. I rip your hand free and stumble backwards. My balls aching but its not incapacitating.
"You rotten fucker" i growl. Eager to waste you completely.
I thrust forward with a boot to the chest. Looking to put a hole in your midsection.
05:02 Captain_America: I focus all my immense strength on ripping your nuts off, twisting and crushing. Have to weaken him. Have to finish him... have to. Too much is at stake to fail.

Suddenly, your vise like grip, that massive hand of yours, seizes my wrist and savagely rips my hand off your nuts. I resist with every ounce of my strength, my biceps bulging with effort, but to no avail. So much power... What do I have to do.

Groaning, I stagger up, I snarl at you, as I raise my fists, burnt and battered chest heaving, face mangled, "I can fight all day." I charge ahead, forcing my body to move, fist cocked to continue my assault on your throat.

But before my fist lands, your massive boot smashes into my battle-damaged, thickly muscled and armored chest with a sickening crunch. My body folds over your boot as the massive shockwave rips through my core.

My battered body is flung backwards to smash into the brick wall with another sickening crunch. Blood erupts from my mouth. Pain unlike anything I have ever felt rips through me as I feel something inside my core break. I slump down to the floor, my head lolling, and a thick stream of blood dribbles down.

Stupidly, my brain barely functioning in the fog of agony, I see your bootprint on my chest, and what looks like a dent in my muscle where your boot smashed into my chest. I force myself to stand up, clutching my shattered chest, I think the impact broke some ribs and pierced a lung. Every breath is agony.

But I can't stop. Have to keep fighting. Must keep fighting.
12:08 Baron_Rex: My kick is devastating.
Your groans make my dick twitch. And the fact that you keep getting up makes my dick leak.
"You don't have all day, Captain" i smirk.
As if on cue, the monitor and control panel start alarming. Indicating there is one minute left. The laser starts glowing a bright green out of its cannon. Sights set on SHIELD.
They all deserve it. I'm getting my long overdue revenge.
I stomp forward, not even putting up a guard. I swing a left and right hook combo. Pulling my punches a bit to keep you alive for the cinematic finale.
12:19 Captain_America: I force myself to stand up, blood dribbling out of my mouth, a dark red blood, indicative of internal bleeding. I wipe it off, and stand up straighter as you approach. Your taunt fills me with a white hot rage, a fire that burns even hotter than the agony of my shattered body.

A surge of super human adreniline floods into my veins, temporarily numbing the agony ripping through me as I see the scene unfolding on the monitor. I can still do this.

I raise my arms, biceps bulging, bruised, battered, bleeding, and broken, I was still Captain America. And I was NOT going to let down those who depended on me. You came at me, pulling your punches. That was your mistake. Thinking that I was someone you could toy with.

The punches are slow enough that my broken body has time to react. I dodge the left, slipping to the right, then, I turn that rightward slip into a full twist, reaching up and catching your right hook out of the air.

I scream with a furious determination, blood spraying out of my mouth as I push my broken body past it's limits, twisting up your arm with a savage jerk as I grip your wrist in a judo maneuver.

I whip behind you, kick out the back of your knee with a mighty smash of my boot, and throw my body weight into your right shoulder to send your massive, muscled form crashing down chest first to the floor. I haul up on your arm by the wrist, one knee pinning your right arm to the floor, just below the shoulder, grinding into your scaly tricep.

Veins pop out on the side of my neck, my biceps bulging, my breathing ragged, flecks of blood spraying out with each forced breath. The exertion causes torturous agony to rip through my broken chest as I keep pushing my body past it's limits in a final effort to break your arm, to cripple you so I can interrupt the satellite. I still have time. I STILL HAVE TIME.
12:38 Baron_Rex: I'm chest first on the floor. My arm in pretty intense pain. I underestimated you and now my arm is being bent backwards.
Along with my armor-like skin, dense muscle and increased senses, came my most distinguishing feature. My deadly sharp teeth.
I'm in a weird position but can still use this hammer jaw to get out of it. I lean forward, cranking my neck, but I sink my teeth into your thick quad. Tasting blood as i clamp down.
12:48 Captain_America: Each breath comes in a ragged bloody gasp, but I can feel your arm start to give... you weren't invincible. Your body could be broken, your arm is giving before my unstoppable strength, a strength fueled by an even stronger, unconquerable will. Then, suddenly, a horrifying agony rips through my right quad, a sharp, tearing pain.

My right knee pinning your right arm to the floor suddenly slips off as I lose all power in my leg.

I lose my grip on your arm as a shock rips through me, scattering my concentration and focused will. I tumble to the ground with a loud groan. I lift my head and look at my leg. My eyes go wide in disbelief. My steel-cabled, herculean quad is torn asunder, a massive chunk of my flesh and muscle missing. I've lost all use of my leg. I look over at you, to see your teeth dripping red with my blood.

You ... you bit a chunk out of my thigh as if I were some kind of dino-sized snack. I fight down the horror, and force myself to focus... Desperate now, the beam is in the final countdown. Have to... can't fail... SHIELD.. my friends... the world... I start to drag myself towards the console with everything I have left, I'm not that far from it. I force myself to remember the shut off sequence that Leo provided me. I lever myself up on my left hand, my right hand trembling as I raise it up, straining to enter the shutoff sequence, a gory trail of blood leaking from the savage wound in my right leg marking my path across the floor.
13:09 Baron_Rex: I stand as you crawl towards the control panel. I calmly walk over and seize your wrist, pulling you into me. I wrap my arms around your waist and apply a tight bearhug from behind. My bulge pushing into your asscrack.
"Let's watch together, shall we?" I snarl as my teeth drip with your blood.
The beams light is blinding as it fires down. The building almost disappearing until fragments of it break and crash to the ground. You can almost hear the screaming of the people inside.
"You failed...." I almost whisper. "....and now you'll die"
13:18 Captain_America: Before I can even begin entering the shutoff sequence, I feel your massive arms wrap around my waist, bodily hauling me backwards, holding me in place. A feeling of shock rips through me as I realize that your massive, rock hard cock is surfing my ass.

But my mind is white hot with desperate need to shut the beam down. NO NO NO.

I go beserk with rage as you taunt me, hold me in place. I squirm helplessly in your grip, trying to fire elbows back, trying to force your hands away from my waist, but my body is spent... even a super soldier has limits. And there is no more adreniline to fuel me. My strength is failing, my body is giving out, unable to deal with the mounting damage. I scream out, a scream of rage, as I watch SHIELD HQ get struck with the orbital laser.

Impotent... helpless fury as I bellow in pointless defiance, forced to watch the structure crumble and disintegrate beneath the relentless power of the beam, taking countless lives ... my friends... my comrades.... Your whisper cuts through my rage. An overwhelming sense of grief washes through me like a wave. I'd given it my all... but this creature was right. I had failed. That failure was on my shoulders.

But I remain defiant, refusing to surrender, even now... screaming out, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"
13:34 Baron_Rex: I let you drop from my bearhug, you collapsing on the floor. I rear back my foot and fire a kick into your back.
"WEAK!" I shout.
"Like all humans, you're weak"
I step back and flex with unbridled power. My pants start to rip and shred, falling to the floor in tatters. My hard nine inch dick springs up. The cockhead wet.
"Service me and I'll kill you quickly" i snarl. Slowing jacking my dick.
13:41 Captain_America: You drop my battle-damaged super soldier muscle down to the ground like a sack of garbage. I groan as I smash to the floor, my brain still on fire with the enormity of what happened... SHIELD destroyed.... HYDRA victorious... I can't ... let ... this happen... have to stop them, somehow.

Your boot plows into my back, sending me tumbling into the bottom of the control panel, bouncing off at your feet, looking up at you. More blood sprays out of my mouth, your kick did more damage to my body.

I try to push up, but I can't stand. My right leg doesn't work anymore. I'm starting to get weaker from blood loss, so many wounds, internal injuries, a chunk of my quad torn out. I look up at you, my eyes widening in shock as your massive manhood rips it's way free of m your pants.

My eyes taking in the sheer power of your body as you flex. Your muscles huge, rippling with an aura of invincibility. You start to slowly jack your cock. As though everything that happened ... the destruction of SHIELD my friends, everything was just some amusement for you.

My own dick remains hard in my trousers, defiant, my body might be broken, but my spirit refuses to surrender. I spit in your face, a huge gob of blood, from where I lay on the floor beneath you. My face twists into contempt. "I'll never service you."

I lift my left leg, it still works at least, and fire off a weak kick for your low hanging nuts as you jack your cock. I'll never stop fighting, not as long as I draw breath.
19:15 Baron_Rex: You spit as my face turns to stone. I step back from your kick, you missing your target.
I grab the back of your neck and lift you up with one hand. I grip your pants and rip them off you.
I lower you into a bearhug, my arms around yours from behind. I squeeze hard as I slide my heavy cock into your tight muscled ass. Taking my time as all nine inches go in.
Then I start hammering your virgin asshole. My girthy dick pummeling you from the inside. For me, it's more about humiliation and dominance than anything else.
Beating you to death is still on the list.
03:21 Captain_America: My eyes hard with unyielding defiance as you easily avoid my weak kick. Blood streaming from my many wounds, you haul me up by the back of my neck as though I were a puppy, trapping me in a rear bearhug, pinning my arms to my side.

I want to keep fighting, need to keep fighting... the overwhelming horror of what you've done, my failure to stop you, the tremendous rage and grief, is kept at bay by continuing to fight, no matter what, to my dying breath.

But again, my spirit is willing, but my body is weak. Broken, it's mighty power fading fast in the wake of mounting battle damage. I growl, and twist ineffectually in your bearhug, the constant pressure of your powerful arms around my broken core dialing up the levels of pain to mind-shattering levels. I fight for every breath, feeling myself weaken.

But if I thought I knew the limits of pain, I was wrong. Suddenly my eyes go wide in shock, and I let out a bellow of pure agony ... and fear. My ass erupted in fire, as your massive nine inch monster slowly and sadistically started to penetrate me. I could feel my virgin ass ripping and tearing as you invaded my very body. I screamed again, unable to deal with the unbelievable agony.

When you had your massive dick fully inside me, I could feel you in me... like an invading army conquering the very core of my body. And I was helpless. Utterly helpless. Broken... Powerless. I started to shake with the realization. Shame running hot through my veins... being used like this... for the amusement and pleasure of a monster that just ruthlessly destroyed SHIELD, hammered home the magnitude of my failure.

But even then, I refused to submit. Refused to give in. I owed my fallen comrades that. From somewhere, I snarled out, in between screams of pain as you hammered my ass, as you conquered me totally, "You ... may .. rape me... kill me.... but ... I ... will ... never ... submit ... to ... you.."
14:55 Baron_Rex: "I don't need you to submit" I growl in your ear, close to climax. "I need you to die...."
I start to shoot load after white hot load into your guts. Growling and grunting as I work in those last few punishing pumps.
I throw you to the floor. Discarding you like the cum rag you are. I grab your arm and drag you to the wall. Your shield still firmly lodged in it. I drop your arm and saunter towards the wall, pulling the shield out.
I turn and saunter towards you. My boots echo with a menacing beat. My champion dick still erect, claiming victory.
I stand over you on your stomach. With both hands, I raise the shield high over my head. I flex and let out an animalistic roar. Slamming the edge down on your spine.
15:33 Captain_America: The sheer evil of your words spikes into my pain-ravaged brain. So much power, so much ruthless determination, so much evil. I was momentarily paralyzed by the force of both the words and your savage climax, my raped and ravaged ass suddenly feeling bloated, my guts swelling with the sheer volume and force of your eruption.

I let out a low moan of agony, unable to formulate any words as I struggled with the humiliation of being raped, used as a cum dump, utterly powerless to stop you. You throw my broken body to the floor, where I smash and bounce once or twice, my ass leaking a mixture of blood and cum. My many wounds leaking onto the floor.

I could feel my body going into shock from blood loss and mounting injury, my super soldier metabolism beginning to lose the fight to keep me functional.

I lay on the floor, spreading my arms, looking down at spreading pool of blood from the wounds on my face. I was shattered... my body broken. But I had to ... to keep fighting... somehow... someway... had to... can't give up. Can't quit.

You seize my arm and drag me roughly towards the far wall, as my broken body bounces and jolts across the floor, leaving a trail of blood, and my involuntary moans of helpless agony and rage. I battled with grief and a terrible sense of failure, along with monumental pain. I had failed... failed.

You release me, and weakly, I spread my arms, laid out on my stomach, trying with what strength I had left to raise myself up, refusing to stay down.

I catch a glimpse of you holding my shield as you stride towards me. My shield.... the symbol of my long career... a symbol that had inspired hope in so many of my comrades over the years... now in the hands of my enemy. This was the final insult... I dug down deep, with a herculean force of will, let out a roar of rage and defiance, our two roars blending together as one, starting to push myself up when ...

CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKkkkk...

A lightning bolt of agony ripped through my back, down low near my kidneys, savaging my body like a star going supernova, burning out my nerves from the sheer pain. My roar was cut off, and like a puppet with it's strings cut I collapsed back to floor, spasming uncontrollably... at least the upper half of my body, above my waist spasmed.

My legs did not. I tried to make sense through the hurricane of pain... before I realized why I couldn't feel my legs anymore. My spine was broken.

I let out .... not a roar ... but a low, deep moan of pain. Had to ... must ... keep fighting.. must be some way... always some way... but I knew now that I was facing my death. And with my death, and the destruction of SHIELD, the triumph of my foes and my ultimate failure.
16:09 Baron_Rex: The crack echoes in the mighty chamber. I hold the shield there as I take it all in. The man who caused me to become what I am now, lay at my feet. Defeated. His organization in shambles. My revenge almost complete.
I toss the shield as it clangs like a dropped dinner plate. My body coursing with a heroin-like rush. My muscles flex and veins pop under my scaly skin.
You groan as you lay there. The tiniest amount of fight left in your voice.
I grab your head, my large hand enveloping your bleeding stump of a head. I pull you to your useless feet. My toothy grin in your face.
Your chest rising and falling. Strains on your face as I slowly make my next move.
I gently drop you so you're on your knees. My monster dick in your face. In a flash I grab your arms and plant a boot on your chest. I pull your arms and push with my foot. Slowly tearing you apart.
I took your legs, now I'm taking your arms.
16:23 Captain_America: I lie there, paralyzed from the waist down, groaning... losing control of my body bit by bit. I feel your massive hand seize my head like a vise. I let out another moan of pain at the pressure. There is nothing left to my world but pain... and the bitter determination to resist until the very end.

I dangle from your one handed grip like a broken puppet, my once proud and powerful super soldier body smashed and broken by your awesome, relentless brutal might.

My shattered face is a mask of pain as I try to stay in control, staring into your mouth. I wonder for a moment if you will simply bite my face off. But no. I'm forced to my knees, my mighty body helpless. Captain America... broken... nothing but an oversized puppet to be toyed with. The defeat is bitter ... so bitter.

Your boot suddenly drives into my chest.... You seize my arms, and suddenly a shocking new agony slams into my brain. My broken chest slowly begins to collapse as I let out a ragged scream, spraying blood as your boot drives into my broken chest. But even worse than that... is the unbearable agony of my mighty arms being stretched... pulled... by your awesome strength.

I can feel the tendons of my powerful arms start to sing with pain... a pain that grows and grows... I scream louder, more blood spraying out as my mighty arms... arms that were forged in battle, dedicated to protecting the world from creatures like you ... start to fail. I can feel first one, then more tendons and ligaments get pushed past their breaking point.

Suddenly, I let out an even deeper, bloodier scream of sheerest agony as my tendons and ligaments begin to snap, my powerful, battleship strong arms starting to give way, my mighty biceps useless against you... I feel the shock and horror hit me as I realize that my arms are in danger of being torn off.
16:31 Baron_Rex: Your screams are causing my dick to drool. The crystal clear precum leaking from my slit.
I can feel your arms pop out their sockets. Your scream intensifies.
The skin starts to tear as I resist the urge to thrust your arms off. I need you to feel every amount of pain possible.
Blood forms and drips at first, but starts to spray as fully detach your thick arms.
I lower my boot as I hold both your wrists. You're on the floor, bleeding out. I hold your severed arms up in victory. Roaring once again. My revenge complete.
The mighty Captain America lays at my feet.
Completely destroyed.
16:51 Captain_America: Suddenly, I realize that you are going to do just that... It isn't simply a danger ... it's a reality. I scream louder, horror and pain totally paralyzing my brain, my whole reality is nothing but pain as slowly, sadistically, savagely my arms... my powerful arms ... are torn off my body. My maimed body smashes face first to the floor, my severed arms held in your grip as you roar in triumph.

My scream begins to weaken as blood jets out of the savage, mangled stumps where my arms were once attached to my body. My vision begins to fade... I feel my heart start to falter. My breathing begins to rasp. Death is coming for me.

At least, I thought, Agents Phil, Grant, and Leo survived. The most senior field agents left alive ... and my best friends... they have to carry the torch now...

Then, suddenly, to my horror, I saw the three of them stumble into the door. They looked like hell... their clothes were torn and dirty, they were bleeding, multiple gunshot wounds. Clearly, they had single handedly fought through the remaining HYDRA forces when they realized that things had gone very wrong.

I tried to raise my voice, tried to warn them, but I was too far gone.

I saw the look in Leo's eyes first .... he saw you from behind, holding up my severed arms... and he turned, fell to his knees and puked his guts out.

Grant dropped to his knees, and held his head in his hands, shaking, the shock and horror too much for him.

But Phil pulled out his pistol and screamed, "YOU MOTHER FUCKER!! YOU SON OF A BITCH! YOU FUCKING FREAK!! DIE!!! DIE!!" Phil had lost it... but the bullets were unable to penetrate your armor, and he emptied his clip...

I felt a final surge of horror flood my brain... NO NO NO NO NOOOOOO I wanted to scream... RUN.. RUN... but I could do nothing... I couldn't even speak... as I watched helpless... A tear leaked out of my eye, lost and unoticed in spreading pool of blood engulfing my dying, mutilated body... as I began to approach death. Any moment now my heart would stop..

I was destroyed. Completely destroyed. And forced to watch my friends attempt to confront the monster who had killed me. And still I fought... even now, I fought to find some kind of strength to resist.
20:17 Baron_Rex: My victory roar echoes loud enough to apparently bring some visitors. I turn and see the three agents....human agents....enter the room. I drop your severed arms and grin.
Phil unloads his gun on me to affect. Bulletproof skin is a necessity when destroying SHIELD. I stomp forward and grab his neck, lifting him up in the air.
Unbothered by the other two agents, I squeeze his neck as his puny human head turns red, then purple, then blue. His eyes bloodshot as the life leaves him. I drop him as I see the other two backing away in a frenzied fear.
I grip both their heads and slam em together. Not just a headbutt, but a skull cracking blow for them. Their bodies relax as they crumble in a heap.
I need release. My dick begging for it.
I turn towards you. Your eyes follow me as I walk up to you.
Good. You're barely alive
It only takes a couple strokes of my monster dick as I rip another load onto your face. Grunting and growling as I release that pressure valve.
I step back and look at the complete domination I've wrought. Four dead SHIELD bootlickers, one a 'super' soldier. The SHIELD headquarters a smoldering pile of bricks
I grin and flex my hard and solid arms. Taking in my complete destruction designed body. A literal unstoppable weapon.
I growl to myself.
"Hail Hydra."
02:49 Captain_America: No no no no... I let out a soft gurgling moan... my body twitching, my severed arms dropped near by, forgotten as you brutally dispose of my friends... Blood continues to stream out of my ruined stumps.

A final surge of rage and grief ripped through me at the loss of my friends. I willed myself to fight... for their sake, but I was shattered. The last spark of hope dies with my friends... the last of my strength and will to resist crumbles. I would never submit... but that didn't matter. You didn't want my submission. You wanted my total destruction. I watch the twitching bodies of Phil, Grant, and Leo. The destruction of SHIELD, of me.

And you had achieved it.

Despite all my strength, my skill, my training, my determination, my will to fight... none of it mattered in the end. My mighty strength, unyielding will, the power of my body, my steel-hard determination, none of it had withstood your incredible power. You walked towards me, that toothy grin... still dripping a bit with my blood.

You radiated an aura of sheer power, strength. You were unstoppable. I had thought I was unstoppable... I was wrong. With a sense of total defeat and shame, I felt the hot splash of your cum as it splashed over my face. I ... Captain America... reduced to nothing but a maimed and broken man, good for nothing but a cum rag. My heart faltered ...

I looked up at you one final time, hearing your growl of "Hail Hydra", catching one final, fading glimpse of the awesome sight of your red-scaled flexing muscle, a muscle and power that I had been unable to match. My heart stopped as I died, the final words I would ever hear, the final fading sight of your unparalleled might, sealing the totality of my failure and defeat.

SHIELD had been broken. Captain America was dead. Who would stop Baron Rex and HYDRA now?

THE END

Published: 2022-03-22, viewed 147 times.