Author's Note: If you are a die hard Resident Evil fan, you may notice I took a few liberties. It's my homage to the games which I love, but more of a nod to the movies, with Milla (zomg she is so damn hot in those movies. She makes zombie slashing the sexiest thing ever). Hope you enjoy! And review, dammit! Or just say hi, fuck, I don't care. Luv (insert eyelash fluttering here).

"Quick question. Why did we just not take this from the penthouse to the kitchens that night?" I asked as we got into an elevator large enough to be small room.

"It would have brought us directly out in the kitchen, and I was already pretty certain that my cook was a dead woman walking," Tony answered. He had been eyeing me up for the last few minutes. "I didn't want us to be cornered."

I smiled at him. A small smile Uncertain. "I'm glad you thought of that."

Tony held his hand up in front of a black pad on the control panel of the elevator. It scanned his palm, and then the elevator took off with a lurch. "It's usually a lot smoother than that," he said as I squeezed my eyes shut and pressed myself against the back wall. I felt like I had left my stomach in the lobby.

A strong arm slid tentatively around me. Slow, as unsure as my smile. I laid my head against Tony's chest, my eyes still shut, and sighed heavily. A moment of peace in all this chaos. It felt good. Right. I never wanted to open my fucking eyes again.

"I shouldn't have said that stupid shit," he murmured into my hair. "I don't know what the fuck happened back there."

"Me either," I said. "Let's chalk it up to stress and weird worm thing pheromones in the air."

I felt him take a deep breath, it sounded as if he were about to say something in response, but then the elevator lurched again, a sickening feeling. "What the fuck is going on with this goddamn thing?" he exclaimed. "This elevator usually rides smoother than a Padang whore."

I would've laughed if my stomach hadn't been up inside my throat. The elevator jerked on the tracks again.

"It feels like something is messing with the cables," Natasha said. "There are other elevators in this building, aren't there?"

"Of course," Tony replied. "There's a whole bank of them on the furthest wall of the building. This is just the only one that goes all the way to the penthouse suite…it's the top two floors. The other elevators stop four floors down in the offices. There is a freight elevator that goes all the way to the kitchens. That would probably be our best bet."

The elevator gave another lurch, and there was a horrid snapping sound. It ground to a halt, the emergency brakes squealing like a pack of hogs in a slaughter house. The sound of a cable falling could be heard up through the shaft. The panel showed us to be between floors 15 and 16, it kept flashing back and forth. The twanging sound of the cable got louder, and it landed on the roof of the elevator with a crash that shook us on our feet. The lights in the elevator flickered for a moment, but stayed on.

"Fuck," I hissed. "I hate hate hate elevators, and this shit right here is why."

"Help me pry these doors open, Bruce," Clint said. Together they managed to open the doors enough for us to see that the 16th floor seemed to be all offices…and then water poured over the edge and onto our heads.

We spluttered and wiped our eyes, and then Clint pulled himself up, slipping once, but managing to get over the side and onto the floor.

"The whole floor is flooded it looks like," he said reaching down and grabbing Natasha's hand. "Good news is, so far, no zombies." He pulled her up…she even looked graceful when being rescued from an elevator shaft. Bruce followed suit. "Next?" he said, smiling softly.

I looked at Tony. "Maturity before beauty," I said.

"Does that mean you're going first?"

I grinned at him. "Funny fucker. Nope, just means your old. But you are right, I am the more mature one in this relationship…now get your fine ass up there, and pull me up."

"Oh, are we in a relationship now?" He returned the smile (Damn, he is fabulous when he does that.) and grabbed the edge of the elevator. I watched with appreciation as his arms flexed, strong and lean…but with more appreciation at the nice rear view I was getting. Suddenly something landed with smashing force on top of the elevator. Tony pulled himself over just as the elevator lurched another foot downward.

"Holy shit!" Clint yelled, falling backward. He and Natasha pulled their swords.

"It's stuck in the shaft!" Tony cried, reaching a hand into the elevator. "It can't turn around, grab my fucking hand, NOW!"

I was reaching for him, as the elevator dropped another 6 inches. "HURRY!" he screamed at me. Bruce hit his knees beside Tony, and held an arm out to me. I grasped both their hands, and together they heaved me up so hard, I practically flew through the small opening. My feet had just cleared as the elevator settled again-my legs would have been crushed had they not pulled me out as quick as they did. Together they dragged me away from something that was thrashing violently on top of the elevator. Tony slammed backward against the wall, pulling me with him. We were soaked, and from behind me I heard a roar that reverberated the fucking walls. A picture above our heads swayed dangerously. Slowly I turned around, already pretty certain what I was going to see.

It was another of the serpent gods segments. This one had actual legs, nasty looking things, like a spider and a crab decided to father a mutant child with a leach. It had the same gray rubbery body, and it was twisting and curling in the elevator shaft, trying like hell to get turned around.

"Here's a conundrum," Natasha said quickly. "If that thing falls, it may die. And Loki says it all has to be alive to die…but if it gets turned around and gets off of there…then it will probably eat us. Unless we kill it first…and then we are back to the alive to die thing again."

"We need to run," I whispered.

"What?" Clint asked.

"FUCKING RUN!" I screamed, just as the thing managed to turn it's head toward us. Still no eyes or ears, but the mouth was open and squealing in a high pitched way that made my ears want to bleed.

We fled down the slippery hallway, as it threw itself out of the shaft with enough force to slam into the wall where we had just been sitting. This once was bigger than the last one, and while it may have had several nasty legs, but they seemed nearly useless in water. I glanced back once to see it scrambling and clawing for purchase on the wet tile floor, getting up and falling down repeatedly in a way that would have been comical had it not been so horrific. We ran into the maze of office corridors, trying to put as much space between us and it as we possibly could…and that's when we found the source of the water.

We turned a corner into a new hallway. These did not seem to be offices, but looked more like labs, each closed off from the next. Their walls had large thickly glassed windows. One of the rooms was flooded. The water was murky and filled the entire room all the way to the ceiling. It was leaking out of cracks in the door…jet streams of water like a malfunctioning sprinkler. Tony put a hand up to the glass.

"These are a few of the experimental labs…you know I always try to employ some of the best minds…they come here and work on their ideas. This room was for hydro electric power generation…making it very small scale, and environmentally friendly. Varying levels of sustainable power…They were tweaking a few things, trying to bring old school ideas into the future. The tank must have ruptured…and the door sealed. I have no idea why it would have done that though. Sealed like that." He rubbed at his neck.

I saw a shadow moving in the water. "Did you have fish in there?"

"Fish? Why would we have fish?" Tony cocked an eyebrow at me like I had just said the stupidest thing ever.

"Fuck, I don't know, I'm no scientist." I pointed at the shape that was moving closer through the water. "But that looks like it's swimming."

A moment later, he slammed into the window hard enough to make it shiver. His teeth gnashed at the glass. What had once been a young man in a lab coat, was now a blue tinted disaster, bloated and foul. His eyes were milky and looked as if they were swimming around in the sockets. He clawed at the glass, at us.

"Jesus," Tony said softly. He had recoiled when the drowned lab tech had slammed into the window. He flattened his palm back out on the glass. "I met this kid the day that he started. I was sure he was going to revolutionize the efficiency of-" he broke off. "Does anyone else feel that vibration?"

The corpse was trying to bite the spot where Tony's hand was on the glass. So much for a genius mind. Suddenly he stopped, and let himself float back into the recesses if his watery cave, disappearing from view. The glass vibrated. The sound was now audible. Thump…tha-thump….thump….tha thump.

"It's got to be the worm," I whispered. "It had legs."

"I don't think so," Clint said, his voice hushed. "The sound is all wrong. But I do think we need to move before it gets here. It sounds more like the Hulk with a limp."

Bruce nodded. "Whatever it is, it's big."

We turned and ran down the corridor, Tony leading the way. The sound, whatever it was, grew fainter. It wasn't chasing us. Maybe it couldn't with that limp. We slowed down, nearing a door. A placard on the wall said SUPPLY ROOM.

"The freight elevator is on the back wall of this room," Tony said in a hushed voice. "I'm hoping like hell for smooth sailing-"

The rest of his sentence was lost by a crash from behind us. It sounded like an entire wall had just come down. A few seconds passed-another crash. Tony threw open the door, and we piled into a very open room. The walls were lined with shelves of boxes of printer paper, staples, ink pens. A few office machines in a back corner. Mainly it looked like a colossal waste of space, but a good place for a fight. Natasha was scanning the room, probably thinking the same thing, as another wall came down outside in the hallway. Fight or flight kicked in, and everyone drew their weapons and stood their ground.

The thumping footfalls again. I was as tense as a fucking tightrope…(nervous as a cat in a room full of rockin' chairs, my mother would've said…and she would have been fucking-A correct). I felt sick, but I was tired of running. We had been running from walking dead for days. If this wasn't one of Nergual's worms, then we could kill it, and maybe it was time for something to die…again.

The wall in front of us exploded inward, pieces of wood and gypsum rained down on us like hail. The snowy sheetrock dust cleared, and there it was. A giant. A freaking giant, I swear to God. It was a reanimated corpse like the others, but it was vastly different. He was the biggest man I think I have ever seen. His wide face was cut up badly, milky eyes staring at us from lidless eyes. His nose was flayed open, his cheeks hung in ragged shreds. His shirtless upper torso was ripped, huge bulging muscles protruded out from his arms, chest, and abs in a way that almost obscene. Long cuts covered him, and he looked for all the world like he'd had a couple of fights with a bale of razor wire. Looking at his legs, it was apparent why he'd just started coming through the walls instead of trying to chase us down in the corridors. One leg was a ruin, the skin and muscle flayed open to the bone in many places. The tendons were most likely cut, and stiff, and the leg just wouldn't move like it once had. He wore torn up jeans and black combat boots. The steel toe kind. The thing looked like he was made to kick ass, and do nothing else….except maybe eat them when he was done.

"What….the….fuck?" Clint said. "I didn't know Hulk had an even uglier brother."

Bruce didn't answer, he was standing in a very defensive position with his mouth hanging open. The mangled face of the giant opened to reveal a gaping maw, and he roared…no other word for it…so savagely, that Bruce's mouth clamped shut, his jaw set, and his eyes began to shine. "No…fighting…this. You...might...want...to...move," he grunted, through clenched teeth, never taking his eyes from the thing that had come through the wall.

"Fall back!" Natasha yelled.

We complied as the Bruce Banner's muscles began to expand, the new shirt (he'd stolen from a corpse…good thing there were a lot of those laying around) tearing away from his quickly greening skin in strands. His legs swelled inside of his pants, the seams popping, as the Hulk emerged, enraged. The giant pushed his face forward, the tendons in his neck standing out like braided cord as he roared again...a challenge. They began to walk around in a circle, regarding each other coldly.

"This is either going to absolutely rock," Tony murmured, "or really suck."

I had a feeling he was right….on both counts.