A/N: What did I say, huh? Well, here's chapter two, hope it's an improvement from the first one. Also, thank you guys for favorting and following (ari-kid, jojof, johncorn, and padz-nd-prongs) it really means a lot you guys! Anyway, back to the real reason you clicked on this story...back to the story! And I'm really sorry, but I had published the wrong version of this chapter and tried to correct it as quick as possible. There was a mix up and long story short if you already read chapter two then reread it again because most of the ending has been changed and a lot has been added. So, sorry and if you didn't read it as soon as I published then continue on and ignore this previous comment.
Disclaimer: Don't own. Does that cover it pretty well?
Well they had done it. It may had taken a great deal of time and preparation, but the tower was now thoroughly booby-trapped and filled with scares. Now all they had to do was sit back, open up a bag of candy and some popcorn, and let the show begin.
Natasha woke up earlier then most of the team, an early riser by nature. She stretched in the dim morning light, wiping away all thoughts of sleep and ready to tackle the day, because she knew it was going to be a tough one.
Over the past couple of days Natasha had noticed the two pranksters of the group grinning and sneaking off who knows where, which usually wouldn't be all to out of character, but Natasha knew what day was fats approaching and what day had finally arrived. She knew that both Tony and Clint would have pulled out all the stops for today and she stood up, checked to make sure her room was prank free, and went downstairs for some coffee.
Immediately she could tell that something was up, the lights in the kitchen refusing to work and the blinds keeping away what little sunlight she could have used. Sighing Natasha looked around, trying to let her eyes adjust to the darkness. No such luck though, and she wanted coffee now.
"JARVIS please turn on all kitchen lights and pull the shades back," Natasha called out to the AI quietly, wishing to stay as stealthy as possible so as not to give the guys something to laugh at. She wasn't scared of the dark, however and was going to deal with this with a level head. That is, as long as she got some caffeine in her soon.
"JARVIS ISNT'S HERE RIGHT NOW," a deep, gravely voice spoke in the darkness, Natasha recognizing the voice as Clint's. So, he had overrun JARVIS and was now trying to make her morning extremely rough. Oh well, time to get it over with.
"Okay, fine," Natasha said, no longer bothering to keep her voice down. "Clint, turn the lights on or I will snap every single one of your arrows like a twig and tell Thor you ate all the PopTarts."
Her threat, however, fell on deaf ears, another gruff voice, obviously Tony's attempt to disguise his voice, came on next. "Let's play a game, Natasha."
Natasha groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. Too early. Way too early. "Fine, what do you want, Stark?"
"You must find your way to the refrigerator, on the counter next to it are bowls filled with the guts and entrails of my enemies. You must eat everything-"
"Yeah, I'm not listening anymore. Shut up and let me find my coffee," Natasha interrupted, sensing a long tangent about to come up. The intercom was silent and Natasha nodded to herself, preparing for the grossness she knew was sure to follow.
Walking over to the fridge, Natasha looked at the dark counter next to it reproachfully. The coffee was usually left here, but she also knew that the 'guts and entrails' were here too. Weighing the pros and cons Natasha put her hands onto the counter, feeling for a light switch, coffee can or whatever grossness they guys had planted here.
And her search was not unfruitful, the woman feeling her hands hit a bowl full of small little round things, mushy under her touch. Recognizing the feel she grabbed one of the small round things and popped it in her mouth, enjoying the sweet taste of the grape in her mouth.
"Peeled grapes? Really guys?" she called out, continuing on and immediately hitting another both, cold and stringy things surrounding her hands. "And noodles too? My, you guys really outdid yourself on the cliche meter."
As she continued she found herself more or less looking for scary stuff, just to prove she was unfazed by it. Giant bowl of mushy Jell-O? No problem. Giant furry mass that turned out to be a fake spider? Not even a grimace.
She finally managed to find the coffee pot in the dark, brandishing it victoriously.
"Light on?" she asked hopefully, her wishes being granted by the kitchen lights jumping into life, her eyes taking a moment to adjust to the brightness. Natasha nodded in triumph as she held her prize, setting it back down and rinsing her now goo encrusted hand in the sink, wiping it off with a towel.
Pulling out the coffee grounds Natasha scooped a generous portion into the small paper cup. She set the large amount of grounds on the counter and opened the top of the coffee maker, the smirk that had stayed on her face slowly slipping away. The coffeemaker was filled to the brim with maggots, the little white bodies larvae moving all around every single free space inside.
Natasha growled in frustration, slamming the lid of the coffeemaker with impressive force and storming upstairs, murder in her eyes.
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Steve woke up from a deep sleep, yawning and stretching his limbs out on his bed. Or he at least tried to. He realized that he wasn't able to stretch his arms out very far, they were being restricted by something.
Steve opened his eyes wide, panic immediately filling him. The sight around him filled the captain with dread, fear ripping at his insides. There was a giant banner next to the small metal cot he realized he had been sleeping on, the insignia all too familiar. The skull head, the tentacles surrounding it, the color of fresh blood, he was in HYDRA headquarters.
Trying to get a grip of where exactly he was Steve sat up, realizing that his hands had been restricted with chains and cuffs connected to the wall. What in the world was going on?
Steve tested the metal chains, jerking with all of his might, but it was no use. HYDRA knew of his super strength and had gone to the lengths to make sure he was incapacitated. Steve looked all around him, the room bare except for the small metal cot, the giant banner, and a rolling chair a few feet away. Most of the chair was hidden in shadow, but Steve could just barely make out a head in the dim light.
"Hello?" Steve called uncertainly, his mouth now dry as dust, uncertainty surrounding him.
"Well, it is good to have you back with the land of the living, Captain," a thick German accent said, the chair slowly turning until Steve found himself face to face with his greatest fear.
"You," Steve said quietly, glaring at the face of none other than Red Skull. He looked slightly different than he remembered, smaller, but the face was unmistakable. Red Skull sneered at Steve, his lip curling in disgust.
"You sound surprised, my dear Captain," he said, standing up and approaching the chained man, an evil glint now in his eyes.
"No, it's not true. It can't be true," Steve muttered in disbelief, his arch nemesis from seventy years ago staring blankly back. "I saw the tesseract destroy you. I flew the plane intot he water. You...you can't be real," he finished lamely, absently tugging at the chains, wanting nothing more then to be free from this nigthmare.
Red Skull let out a laugh, the sound surprising Steve.
"My, we did hit out head didn't we, Captain," the German said, turning away from his prisoner and walking around the room. "You see, you've been asleep for sometime Mr. Rogers. During our 'battle' I hit you with one of my guns. You used your cursed shield to deflect it, but the force shoved you over the edge of the platform. You fell and hit your head and have been my prisoner ever since." Red Skull gestured around the room, a smirk on his face.
Steve stared in disbelief, his memories telling him everything about this was wrong. No, he had seen Red Skull die, he had flown into the ice, he had woken up seventy years in the future. This couldn't possibly be real. Red Skull took Steve's silence to mean he could continue.
"Yes, you must think I am insane, a figment of your imagination no doubt. But I assure you, captain, I am most definitely real. You have been in a comatose state for almost ten months now, sleeping peacefully while your precious America burns. Well, America and the rest of the world that is."
"You're lying!" Steve shouted, jumping up from the cot and struggling against the chains, testing all his superhuman strength, but with no luck. Red Skull tsked at his shout and came close to his face, seeming to be about to say something. He was interrupted, however, by someone storming into the room.
"Stark you will die, and I will make it as public and painful as possible!" Natasha screeched, diving for Red Skull and scratching at his face.
"Woman, get off of me!" Red Skull whined, his accent gone and replaced with the familiar voice of Tony Stark. Steve just stood there, staring blankly as Natasha ripped of a very impressive Red Skull mask to reveal none other than Tony Stark, a huge grin on his face. The grin, however, was being mauled by a pair of angry hands slashing at his face.
"Get off. C'mon, Tasha that's enough. Natasha, seriously!" Tony yelped, finally rolling away from the woman's angered rampage, leaving her breathing heavily with murder still clear in her eyes. She did take a second to take in her surroundings, realizing the HYDRA banner and the chained up Steve.
"What...the...hell," she whispered, looking back and forth between Tony and Steve, confusion written as plain on her face as Steve's.
Tony stood up and brushed himself off, laughing at his two teammates' faces. "You guys, haha, should see your faces!" he catcalled, hooting and slapping his knee as he let out another bout of giggles. He walked up to Steve and pressed a button on the wall, the cuffs around his arms releasing him from the wall. Steve rubbed his wrists gratefully, looking at Tony for only a second before bringing his fist to contact with the billionaire's face.
Tony fell, clutching his face in his hand, letting out a gasp of pain. Natasha just stood there and stared at the two, still unsure of what was going on.
"Not funny, Tony. Not. Funny," Steve said, his breathing heavy and his face slicked with sweat. That had been the scariest moments of his life, and he was relieved that it was just a farce fabricated by Tony, but the prank still hurt.
"It wasn't supposed to be, Spangles," Tony muttered, clutching his cheek where a bruise was already forming. "It was meant to scare you."
"Well, mission accomplished," Steve said loudly, his body tensing in anger. Okay, check that, he wasn't just hurt, but pissed.
"How long have you had these chains?" Natasha asked.
A/N: Okay, sorry you guys if you had already read the second chapter, my friend reminded me about this idea and how I wanted to do this one instead so I'm sorry, but this is the real second chapter. So if there were any mixups, I'm sorry but I hope that this one is better then the original. Again, sorry and please review and PM if you guys like it and if you have any spooky pranks or just really funny ones I would be glad to take them into consideration.
