Reincarnated in the Marvel Universe— A Beginning of a New Life

STELLA'S POV—

Crossbones said, "You are tired already? I am just getting started." Saying that, he fixed his dislocated arm, without any medical help.

I took out my pocket knife and attacked him. He avoided most of the attacks though, I cut him in few places.

Just as he tried to get hold of me, I deflected his hand and stabbed him in the stomach. Not finding it enough, I kicked the knife's handle, hoping that it would go further in his stomach.

He pushed me away from him and took out the knife from his stomach. Blood oozed out from his wounded stomach, but not a single frown was seen in his face.

I took out a bowl from the shelf, and threw it at his hand, effectively knocking out the knife from his hand. Inserting two pots in my hands, I tackled him to the ground and started punching him, using the pots as boxing gloves. I busted his nose and almost shattered his jaw until, he threw me away by a corner throw.

Getting back on my feet, I asked, "Not so invincible now, are we?"

Rubbing his nose, he stood up. He said, "I never told you that I am invincible. I just don't feel pain."

"Is that so? Then, why don't you give up? As you said yourself, you are not invincible, that means I could kill you. So, be a good boy and give up. I promise, I would not kill you."

Cackling at my words, Crossbones said, "What a joke! Do you think that I will give up? You, are physically stronger than me. Mind you, despite my built, you have thrown me around this whole place like I am some damn ball. But, this advantage of yours is useless. I don't feel pain. Dislocated joints, broken limbs, broken body, won't do a thing to me. No matter what you do, I will stand up on my legs."

"Then, I have to see that you don't stand again."

Saying that, I rushed towards him. Blocking his kick, I spat the blood in my mouth, in his eyes, rendering his vision.

He tried to restore his vision by rubbing his eyes. He yelled, "Ah, fuck! My eyes! You bitch!" He tried to hit me by randomly moving his arms.

Dodging his weak attempt, I bashed his head multiple times on the counter. I used a knife to stab him in his hand, which also pierced the table. Then, I did the same to his other hand with another knife. Nah! This isn't enough.

Taking some more knives, I used them to stab all over his body.

I yelled, "This time, you will not stand. I am sending you to a deep sleep. A very deep sleep, one from which you are never going to wake up."

Taking out my jacket, I wrapped it around his neck. Using the sleeves as my reinforcing end, I started to suffocate him.

Crossbones broke free from the knives in his hand, and started to resist. He used all of his strength to break free from my hold. He tried to pry my hands from his neck. Not being able to remove my hands, he tried to rip the jacket. Seeing what he was trying, I wrapped my right leg around his legs and made him fell in his knees, bashing his head again on the counter.

I used one hand to pull the sleeves and used the other to press his head against the counter.

Gritting my teeth, I yelled, "Die! You bastard! Just fucking die!"

I heard some incoherent voices from him. Is he trying to say something? He increased his struggling. This brute!

Frustrated, I took out a pan from the shelf and started to bash his head with it. I hit his head until, it turned into a bloody mess.

Due to blood oozing from his head, his struggling weakened a bit. Hah! It doesn't matter if you feel pain, or not. Yes, you wouldn't feel the pain, but you would definitely suffer from the effects, like blood loss, distorted vision, and much more.

Yep! Now, I just need to capitalize on this advantage. I threw the pan, and used my both hands to pull the jacket, increasing the pressure on his neck even more.

His struggling became even more fainter, gradually his struggling stopped. When I heard a cracking sound from his neck, I released him. His, now dead body, was in a weird position against the counter.

Panting, I slumped on the floor. I rubbed my hair, and sighed in relief. Finally, this is over. I killed Captain America's one of the biggest enemies. But did I?

Just to be sure, I grasped a gun from a dead HYDRA soldier's body and shot him multiple times. To be honest, I am still afraid that this guy might stand up again.

After shooting the dead body, I hurled it at the window, which broke, causing it to fall outside. Seeing it falling out of the window, I walked towards the fridge. I took out a cold-water bottle and drank from it.

Hmmm! Drinking cold water after a massive fight, is really good. It feels really great.