A/N: So.. Life's Little Curve Balls is dead... Sorry... its a thing... I'm a bad person. To be fair I honestly have no idea where I was going with that story, and it was just becoming way to crazy and convoluted for me to continue it without it becoming something I'd eventually end up hating in the end. If anyone wants, feel free to adopt the fuck out of that story. Just lemme know so i can see what you do with it.
Summary: The Avengers had been on a simple mission, one provided to them by the mysterious Doctor Strange. It was a simple get in, destroy the magic artifact, get out. Things go awry though when Captain America is cursed, a dark magic warping his human soul into that of an incubus. It can't be undone and when the sun sets each day he finds himself over come with lust for the fairer sex. The only thing that can save him from himself, is if he can find his fated female, the one woman who can temper him and satiate his carnal need.
His boots beat against the stone floors beneath him. Natasha and Clint trailing behind him as they raced through the catacombs.
Blue eyes narrowed on the dozens of caskets and torches lining the dusty, dirty walls of the underground graveyard, His hand kept infront of his face to brush away the thick low hanging cobwebs.
Their mission was simple, get in, find the Crypt of Asmodeus, and destroy the casket that had been forged to contain the demon.
Now… normally he was against destroying things that contained evil, but their ally Doctor Strange had informed them that the demon had somehow managed to turn his tomb into something else, something he could use to funnel the souls of the living down into the crypt to feast upon.
In doing so the demon had also given himself a vulnerability, were it to be destroyed while he was still in it, he would be destroyed.
Needless to say their mission was of high importance, for the second Asmodeus rose from his Crypt and walked amongst the living, not even the Sorcerer Supreme himself would have a chance against him.
"Can anyone tell me why the magic man himself isn't here dealing with this? If it's so important?" Clint shouted from behind them.
"Dr. Strange said another demon was trying to raise itself somewhere in Paris," Steve yelled over his shoulder, "He asked us to take care of this one while he handled the other. He said chances were that the one in Paris would raise before anyone could get to it. He's expecting to spend a lot of energy fighting it."
"Did it have to be demons? Why can't it be aliens? I'm good with aliens," the archer grumbled.
"Oh quit your whining," Natasha barked at Clint, as the three of them rounded a sharp corner and ducked under a partially collapsed archway. "We just have to find the casket and blow it up."
"How do we even know what the casket looks like?"
Clint's words echoed through the catacombs as Steve suddenly came to a stop at the opening of a large chamber, in the middle of which sat a large stone casket, thousands of crosses and runes etched on its surface, and a dull violet light emanating from the cracks beneath the heavy stone lid.
"That answer your question?" Steve asked, before looking to Natasha, holding his hand out for the sack she carried.
It's contents consisted of some wiring and several bombs. bombs which the three quickly went about attaching to the casket.
When the charges were set they turned to leave. "I've set the timer to blow in about 5 minutes, that should be enough time for use to get back up to the surface."
Natasha and Clint nodded, quickly turning and racing down the way they had come
Upon reaching the old church that sat above the catacombs the echo of the blast caused the decrepit building to shake. A deep piercing scream filling the church as they turned and closed the door to the catacombs.
"Should we go back in?" Clint inquired, "Make sure its dead?"
"Negative… Dr. Strange said that if the demon got out before we destroyed the casket it'd simply devour our souls, I don't know about you but that's not something I know how to fight," Steve explained, looking to Natasha who nodded in confirmation.
"That's something best left to Strange," She spoke before turning and making her way towards the front doors of the church.
Clint seemed to accept the explanation and quickly followed after. Steve took one last look at the weathered stone door to the catacomb and turned to leave as well.
About halfway down the aisle of the main chapel he stopped, eyeing a strange purple substance oozing up through the red carpet that lined the walkway.
"Hawkeye… Widow…" He spoke warily, eyeing the substance.
A raspy voice filled his head as they turned to him.
You may have slain me… but I leave you one gift as I depart for hell. Enjoy…
Before he could react the purple sludge condensed tightly into a small ball shape and shot straight towards him, his arm tensed on reflex, his round shield coming up to block the ball but it was too late.
The purple orb returned to its sludge like consistency and sunk into his body. Pain shot through him, his insides feeling like they were being torn to pieces as he collapsed on the floor of the church, writhing in agony.
"Steve!"The others had yelled as they raced towards him. His world going dark as Hawkeye turned him over onto his back to inspect him.