Tony picked up his gun and raced to the elevator with Pepper. As they were now in front of the front door, they cautiously stepped outside. They heard nothing but silence. The roads were clear. Tony turned to Pepper and raised his eyebrow.
"Now where are those walkers you're talking about?"
Pepper quickly pushed Tony aside and swung her axe to the undead.
Tony looked behind, seeing a pool of blood. His eyes were larger than ever, making Pepper sneer.
Pepper mocked her 'boss', "Mr. Stark, you gotta watch it backside."
They walked further, spotting a black-haired man wearing a stained green t-shirt. His hair is slicked back, he has pale skin, and he is… pretty tall.
Tony waved his hand and called out, "Hey, kid!"
The man looked behind and upon seeing him, he ran away.
Tony rolled his eyes, "I think he's a walker too."
"Walkers can't run that fast."
"Yes, yes, that's why they call it 'walker'—"
Pepper screamed as she saw a man with curly hair approach her, his clothes splattered with blood.
The man was holding a machete dripping with blood. This surely would scare the hell out of the two, who just stepped to the unsafe outdoors for the first time.
"Shh. Calm there. Never scream again, okay?"
Pepper covered her mouth to be sure, and frantically nodded.
Tony shook his hand, "I'm…well, Tony Stark."
The man nodded, "Yeah, I know. She must be the famous Pepper Potts. By the way, Dr. Bruce Banner."
"Doctor?"
"Scientist."
"Ooh."
Pepper joined in, "Dr. Bruce—"
"Call me Bruce."
"Bruce, do you know the man who has black slicked-back hair and wears green t-shirt?"
Bruce gently placed the weapon on the floor and nodded, "Yes. We talked once. He has many melee weapons, you know. I saw him use a katana like a professional. He also has a brother, who is thinking he is missing, named Thor. And he mentioned his name was… Loki?"
Tony made a snobbish remark, "Peculiar."
Pepper recalled wisely, "Those names are from the Norse Mythology, well let's see how they look like, they might be gods."
Tony rolled his eyes and smirked at the ginger, "Stop fantasizing, Ms. Potts."
"Come on, let's go!" The man ran away, making the two follow him without any ideas. They ended up in a house, owned by no-one. It was neat inside, things are in place. Comfy couches, almost like a safe place.
Bruce approached Tony and scolds him, "Why are you holding a M16 Rifle?"
Tony shrugs, "I would call it a 'gun' gun."
He explained further, "Here, here. I've been wandering out in the streets for 3 days, of course, fighting these walkers. Never use a gun, okay? Sound draws them. Smell helps them identify each other. It is advisable to you a melee weapon. You use a gun when it has a silencer. By the way, if you wanna wander outside and survive, do not run, do not scream, lower your voice, or to sum it up, never draw their attention. They're more active at night, you know. So we gotta defend ourselves if a walker showed up. All clear?"
Tony and Pepper were speechless, unsurely answering, "All…clear."
A blonde-haired man wandered the streets, holding a sledgehammer for defense.
He has been searching for his brother for 2 days. Sure, he took a Katana, but he is still worried for him. He's alone. He might need help. He needs help.
He gets the irritating feeling on his back that says that someone is following him. He turned around and swung his hammer and his leg, only knowing that it was also human.
The other blonde man kneeled as he was hit, grunting quietly. The long-haired blonde man leaned down, helping him to stand up.
"You should've looked first," Said the blonde man, holding his knee.
The long-haired man replied, smirking at him. "You should've talked first."
"Got a name?" The injured man looked up to him.
The blonde man answered without looking. "Thor Odinson."
"I'm Steve Rogers. Let me mention that you just attacked a soldier?"
"You're not a cop, I'm less worried."
Later on, he saw his brother running along the streets, his Katana dripping with blood. Thor dropped Steve and ran away, leaving him lying on the road.
He gritted his teeth and grunted, "I hate you! Help me!"
Thor ran through trees and bushes to find his brother. He got scratched by thorns and almost tripped on rocks. He never gave up on finding his brother. He carelessly called out, forgetting the walkers.
"Brother? Where are you? Brother?"
He heard a loud groan, as he turned around, a walker nearly having its head attached to it neck showed up. Thor left his sledgehammer with Steve, and he wouldn't fight bare handed, he might be bitten or scratched. He was about to be attacked when a blade passed through the walker's forehead, damaging the brain. As the blade was removed from the head, the walker fell on the ground and the defender was his only brother— Loki.
Loki dropped his Katana as his brother went closer to hug him.
"Where have you been?" Thor asked as he saw his brother, missing for two days, alone fighting the walkers, with his green t-shirt splattered with blood.
Loki pouted and rolled his eyes, "Tsk, I told you, I'm just wandering around. I have a Katana, you got nothing to worry about."
Thor narrowed his eyes at him and spoke his common reason. "You're my responsibility."
Loki sighed angrily and punched his arm, "I'm not your little brother, I'm all grown up! See, I can punch harder than you!"
Loki punched his body repetitively, letting out his childish personality. Thor smiled and let him punch him, remembering his brother's bond. Now he knows that they will bond with each other by eliminating the walkers together.
Thor held his brother's wrist and whispered, "Pick up your Katana, we got to save the soldier guy I injured a while ago."
Loki sneered and playfully pushed him away, mockingly uttering his signature quote.
"I do what I want, you filthy mortal."
