Chapter thirteen: Shit just got real!
Steve ripped the tape off the box with ease, and poured the contents onto the floor. Sharpened stakes, ornate crosses and flasks filled to the brim with holy water spilled onto the carpet, and the super-soldier found himself beaming like kid at Christmas time.
Grabbing a handful of crosses and a handful of twine, Steve made his way to his window and started hanging the holy symbols from the draperies. As he did so, Tony and Bruce watched him from the billionare's pricey sportscar.
"He's turning into a friggin' loon!" Tony tsk'ed, as he raised his forearm to eye-level and grinned at the copious amount of cocaine that rested upon his skin.
Bruce nodded in agreement; his mouth a little too preoccupied with the crack-pipe he was trying so hard to light with the busted lighter Natasha gave them a short while back. Ah... Ms. Romanoff; always encouraging the youth to do dangerous things. Sure, Bruce wasn't apart of 'the youth'; and should have known better not to do drugs in broad daylight, but...never mind that.
As the two of them got high and laughed at Steve's new decorations, they were completely unaware of Thor approaching their vehicile, until the vampire tapped on the glass; gesturing for them to roll the window down.
Tony jumped half-way out of his skin, and shook the fine, white powder off his arm. Dusting it off his clothes and wiping it off his trimmed moustache, Tony sniffed and looked over to Bruce.
The other man was unfazed by Thor's presence; in fact, the Hulk didn't even seem to be fully-aware. Tony smacked him and swatted the pipe out of his hand. "Shit, man! I'm still on probation and your ass is about to get us caught!"
Bruce chortled, as he wiped some drool off his face, "He's not the Fuzz... it's just that dude from across the street." Smiling blissfully, the scientist reached over Tony's lap and rolled the window down. "Hey, man. How's it going?"
And that was the last thing Bruce Banner ever said to anyone; because not a moment later, Thor pulled him out of the window and ripped his head off with his sharp, supernatural teeth!
Tony startled at the sight of his friend being murdered, tried to get out of the passenger's door. As the playboy climbed over the seat and reached for the door-handle, Thor jumped-with unheard of agility-into the car through the open window and onto Tony's back.
The man screamed, as the vampire dug his talon-like nails into his shoulders and bit his neck.
As this vicious attack went on, everyone in the neighborhood was completely oblivious-even Steve, despite the fact that he was still in front of his window, hanging up the crosses.
"That should do it." The super-soldier said, patting himself on the shoulder, as he admired his handiwork with admiration in his eyes. Around forty to forty-five crosses were dangling across the window from thick twine threads; which themselves, smelled heavily of garlic and stale water.
Natasha was absolutely floored to see all of the religious fixtures that soon embellished every wall; every end-table; every chair or stool; and every single nook and every cranny of her home, in general.
"Okay, you know what... fuuUUuh-" Natasha tried her hardest to drop the mighty 'F'-bomb, but the censor would not allow it. Seething, the ex-spy ran her fingers through her curly, flaming-red hair, before glaring at Steve and continuing her dialog: "You know what, Steve. I'm done. I'm done with this whole arrangement. I know I through all the torturous motions and adopted you-but, I'm friggin' tired of this... tired of you!" She pointed accusingly at him, for added effect.
Steve, not knowing where the redhead was going, readied himself for a fight. The last time she yelled at him like this, she beat him with a wired-hanger. "Where are you going with this?" The super-soldier asked carefully, as he continued to brace himself.
Natasha crossed her arms, "Tomorrow; when the CPS agent shows up, I'm sending you, her, and all your shit to the curb."
Steve went from confused to shocked, as his handsome face betrayed his emotions so vividly. He wasn't surprised that Natasha was threatening to throw him out; he was surprised that she hadn't tried to choke him out, yet. "That's it?... I'm fine with that. But, can it wait until after I kill Thor?"
Natasha's annoyed expression fell away completely, only to be replaced with that of shock and anger. "You've got to be kidding me! You're going to kill our neighbor? Is this why you bought all that crap-" She pointed to a clove of garlic resting innocently on the table by the door. "-you think Thor's a vampire!"
"Of course, I do. Damn it, are you deaf?" Steve retorted.
Outside, the screaming from the pair could be heard by passerbys. Yet it didn't deter Thor in the least. He took it as a means to get into the house and tear that so-called family apart.
Thor walked up to the front door and gave a couple of hardy knocks. "Lady Natasha, I request that you do something with your boy. Last night, he broke into my house and put his grimey hands on everything!"
Maria looked between the front door and Steve. "So you were at his house. Oooh, you had the nerve to lie to me!" Steve raised his hands, signaling Natasha to lower her voice. "He kidnapped a friend, I had to save her."
Natasha crossed her arms. "Is 'saving a friend' code-name for sleeping with the neighbor?" She said harshly at him, enraged at the thought of Steve entering Thor's house instead of herself.
Thor didn't like the whispering one bit, because even with his enhanced hearing, the man could only make out the sounds of heavy breathing. "Madam, I suggest that we discuss this matter in private, or I will have to contact the authorities." His voice boomed like thunder.
Steve looked toward Natasha, not sure where her mind was. The woman could sale him out at any moment, so the man readied himself, just incase he had to silence the red head from saying anything that would allow that vampire inside.
Natasha scoffed at his actions. "Call the cops, better yet; tell them that Steve attacked you and stole some stuff!" She shouted.
Outside, Thor could sense that the woman was approaching the door. And as this was transpiring, Thor attempted to hide his excitement, yet he was failing horribly. The vampire giggled giddily behind his large masculine hands and did a little jig on the porch.
As he turned around to adjust some things, Thor hadn't realize that Steve closed the distanced between Natasha and the door. "Matter of fact, come i-" Suddenly, Natasha's speech was abruptly cut off, as Steve rammed her into the wooden door; causing the paneling to splinter.
Thor jumped back due to the unexpected noise. "Lady Natasha?" When he didn't receive a response, Thor stepped off the pathway to peek through the window. What greeted him was the face of Steve. On the other side of the glass, Steve gave his neighbor the most menacing face he could muster.
Eventually, the super-soldier broke the silence. "Take your creepy ass back home. There is nothing here for you."
"Haha, petty human. That's where you're wrong. If you continue to disallow me entrance to your dwelling, I shall force myself inside and take what I came here for." Thor smirked, and backed away from the house altogether. He crossed the Romanoff's yard and onto his own. Soon, he disappeared in his garage.
Steve wasn't sure of what the guy was doing, but it didn't take him long to figure it out!
Thor emerged from the garage, wielding a large hammer. It looked like something out of legends; high-polished and ancient. All the man needs is a chisel and he is ready to sculpt. Steve joked with himself, although it didn't do much for the situation. Noticing that neighbor was on the move, Steve walked through the house to keep up with Thor, as he rounded the house and entered the back yard.
From there, Thor positioned himself near the back door. He then raised his weapon high in the air-as he did so, the very heavens above seemed to churn; the sky darkened with pregnant storm clouds and lightning struck at a rapid pace. Feeling as though he'd held the pose long enough, the blonde struck the earth with a great deal of strength. The force from the impact caused a noticeable amount of damage to the foundation of the house.
A large portion of the kitchen sunk a foot into the ground. All sorts of decorations rained down from the walls; a few pieces even struck Maria-who was napping at the kitchen table. Steve stumbled forward, luckily he caught his balance. Shit, this guy is planning to bring the house down!
As Thor continued his assault on the foundation, Steve instructed Maria to grab some stakes and meet him on the front lawn. Doing as she was told, the woman picked up a few of the lethal pegs, that had fallen on the floor, and headed for the living room.
As she passed through the area, she noticed the door was wide open; but, somehow, that didn't freak her out. It was the heavily damaged wood that scared her. Did Thor try to break in? She thought to herself, as she ran towards the car.
Thanks to the street light, Maria could make out Steve's form. But he seemed to be hunched over someone. When she reached the car, she saw that Steve was securing the seat belt for his unconsious adopted-mother.
Not wanting to ask questions, Maria hopped into the car and watched as Steve assumed the role as driver. Briefly, the woman worried if Steve could even drive, in the first place-perish the thought, Steve put the car in reverse and pulled away from the curb, before he slammed on the accelerator and the car jerked violently as the spedomitor jumped to 80 within a couple of seconds.
They flew down the street, and Maria tried to relax in her seat; but, found that she could not. Why not? Because something was nagging her conscious. Why hadn't Thor persued them, he could have caught the lot of them in a flash... what was he planning?
Steve was thinking the same thing as he turned the corner and traveled down the road that lead out of the neigborhood.