Stella Rogers: Reincarnated as Female Captain America

STELLA'S POV—

The new group armed with guns, aimed at me. A man, probably their leader announced, "It would be good for you if, you surrender yourself. We—"

"Shut up! You people should increase your vocabulary. How many times are you lot will tell me to surrender? Listen one thing, I am not surrendering to the likes of you. And it's final," I interrupted his yapping.

The leader yelled, "So, you are not giving us any other choice. EVERYONE ATTACK!"

They started firing at me. Dodging their bullets, I pulled a dead body in front of me to use it as a shield. The bullets hit the dead body. I started rushing towards them with the 'shield.'

Throwing the 'shield' on a soldier, I snatched his handgun and shot him in the head. This time, I pulled his dead body as the 'shield' and started firing at them. I directly shot them one by one in head. I think everyone agrees that shooting a man's head or heart is the best way to ensure that he stays dead.

The leader yelled, "Everyone fall back! Regroup—"

I interrupted him by firing at him. He dodged and hid behind the wall. Just as he hid behind the wall, I tried to shoot at him but, no bullet came out of the gun. The fucking gun's empty. I threw the empty gun at a man's head and took his gun. Taking his gun, I shot him at his arm, his torso and then, I finally stuffed his mouth with the gun. He looked at me in horror. Before he could do anything, I shot him. His head burst out; blood splattered all over my face.

The soldiers stopped their movement. Everyone was looking at me in horror, as if I was some kind of monster.

I mocked, "Is that all you can do? I am getting bored."

My words put them out of their stupor. They started attacking me more viciously. Argh, it's time to end this farce. I dashed towards them with the knife and the gun in my hands. I stabbed one's throat with the knife and shot another's shoulder with the gun.

Another man tried to shoot me from behind, which got him killed, as I threw the knife at his head. Pulling a Daniel H9 from a man, I held guns in both my hands. Firing at them, I started to break their defence, by shooting them in their vital parts.

The only thing that was able to touch me was their blood. After killing the last man, I called out his leader.

I yelled, "Look, I don't have any qualms with you. I just don't want to go with you. Although, you people were the ones who attacked me first. Leave me alone, and you shall keep your life."

The leader came out from his hiding place. He threw his gun away. I did the same. I knew what he wants. He said, "You have killed my entire squad and then you, are telling me to backdown," he glared at me with hatred, "I will avenge them."

Saying this, he started fighting me with fists. He tried to punch me in my face, which I dodged and, instead I punched him in his gut. He threw a jab at me. Not connecting, he threw another one. I jumped back, kicking him in his face. He staggered a bit and ran towards me, tackling me to the ground. He was on top of me. Trying to punch me in my face, I blocked his punch and pushed him away, and bashed his head on the ground.

Getting back on his feet, he panting heavily. He said, "It seems... that s-stories were indeed true. I never t-thought you were... on par with me. I am honoured."

What the fuck did he say? On par with me? Is he joking? I could have killed him in a second. I was just playing around with him. His words have offended me.

I asked, "What makes you say that? What makes you think that I am par with you?"

He frowned at my words. He replied, "You are fighting with me toe to toe, without even sweating a bit."

"Is that what you think? I will show you what you are dealing with." Running with a very high speed, I was right in front of his face.

Seeing me right in front of his face, he almost tripped over his feet. I didn't do anything, I just stood over there. Thinking it as if I couldn't defend myself, he hit me in my stomach. But I didn't show any reaction. I mean, what could he possibly do to me? For me, his hit is like a fly sitting on my hand.

Not getting the reaction what he wanted, he repeatedly hit in my torso, to find the same result. I smirked at him. Agitated, he swung his fist at my face, which I blocked it with my finger. I twisted his hand and put his hand on his back. Something is missing in this. Yes! He should be kneeling as well.

 I struck my foot on his knee, effectively breaking his knee cap. He yelled in pain.

"Ahh!!! Haa ah!!"

"Are you feeling it?" I twisted his hand more, "do you like this? Do you like me twisting your arm as if you are a stuffed toy. Like, how could you think that you are on par with me? How could avenge your comrades when you are like this? I was just playing around. That was your only chance. If you backed down, I would have let you go. Although now, I am not so sure."

He was yelling in pain. It's best to put him out of his misery. I crushed his spine with my feet, instantly killing him.

Some people might think that I am a bad person. No, I am not. Neither I am a bad person nor, I am a good person. It depends on your thinking. For some, I have killed bad people and for the rest, I have killed, and that's sin. But I don't fucking care.

I heard more footsteps heading towards my direction. It's time to go from here. I looked all around me to find a way to get out from this hallway. Finding none, my eyes spotted a glass window. Ok, I have no choice then. Breaking the glass, I jumped out of the window.

I closed my eyes to brace for the impact. Thankfully, instead of crashing on the concrete ground, I crashed on the roof of the car. Fuck! It hurts a bit. I climbed down from the car's roof and started running away from the hospital.

The only thing that I really need is information. And I plan to obtain it, by hook or crook. It doesn't matter.