Drabble 37-King

Steven Grant Rogers had never been one to believe in ghost. When he came back, the only ghost he knew was Bucky, and he was alive and running from the government of several countries. But walking through walls and disappearing ghosts, well, those he never concerned himself with. They were all just a myth. After all, if ghosts existed he would see more of them.

He would have seen the Commandos.

But looking around in this green sky and purple ground, he might have been having second thoughts. He had been sent here by Loki and his dumb portal, and then captured by a knight who claimed he was a ghost. The walking through walls, disappearing type.

He was led by the silent knight to a large, medieval castle that was mostly white with a green trim. Strange.

The large (green) double doors opened, showing Steve the long red carpet and neat stonework of the interior walls. At the end of the carpet sat an empty throne, a staff leaning against it.

The knight pushed Steve forward harshly, and he was pretty sure he was going to have a bruise there. He probably would have fallen if he hadn't been Captain freaking America. Unfortunately, the knight had taken his shield and wore it himself. The color scheme looked awful against the purple armor.

"Listen, I'll take care of Fright Knight, darling. You go and have the housemaid give you a back rub. I'll be there soon."

It was only a few moments later that the voice came out. It belonged to a white haired man who had glowing green eyes. On his head was a crown with green and purple jewels, and on his shoulders was a long, dark cape.

"Fright Knight, let him go. I'm sure this is all a big misunderstanding," he said, waving the knight off. What kind of a name was Fright Knight? It didn't matter though. The knight stepped away and the obvious king stepped forward.

"Hello, Captain," he said politely, sticking out his hand for Steve to shake. It didn't want to piss off royalty, so he shook the white glove that was outstretched. The king gave him a warm smile despite his touch being colder than ice.

"Where am I?" Steve asked. He didn't want to come off as rude, but he needed to get back tot he fight. His friends were probably in trouble.

"You, sir, are in the Ghost Zone. Home of all ectoplasmic beings. Now, what brings you to the afterlife? You're obviously not dead."

Steve glanced behind the king at a portrait hanging above the wall. It was a photo of him and the Commandos and Peggy, all smiling at the camera and having a good time. So he was a fan.

"I'm in trouble. I was sent here by Thor's brother, Loki. We were fighting him in South Africa," he stated simply. He had no time for small talk. But the kng seemed to perk up at that.

"Loki? The Asgardian? Father of Hela?" He asked, bewildered. Steve nodded, sneaking another glance at the picture above the throne.

"Nice picture you have there," he said.

"Yes, thank you. You can;t tell, but I'm in between Dugan and Barnes. Just invisible. You guys were an inspiration. Anyway, I can take you back to your friends and take care of your little Loki problem. He's disturbed my realm and Hela's for long enough now."

He put his hand on Steve's shoulder and squeezed. Steve blinked, and somewhere in that split second they had gone from the throne room to a charred city where Iron Man was being blasted into a building. Steve's shield was back on his arm where it never should have left.

"How did you do that?" He asked. The king scoffed.

"Please, I'm the king of the Ghost Zone, man. And call me Danny. King sounds to formal if you're not Fright Knight." With that, he winked and then flew straight up and towards wherever Loki was. Steve followed him on foot.

"Loki! How are you doing?" Danny called, his cape billowing in the wind. Loki actually looked intimidated.

"It's been a while, Dragaur," he said snidely.

"Yes but I've become much more powerful since I took thr throne. Now, we could do this the easy way, where I send you back to Odin, or I can beat you within an inch of your life and send you back to Odin." His hands errupted into green energy, making him look all the more powerful. "It's your choice."

Loi rolled his eyes and stood up. He pointed his staff at Danny, thought for a moment, and lowered it again before placing it on the ground and holding out his wrists.

"As I thought. Now, Captain, I believe he is all yours. And if you guys ever need anything just stop by. There are natural portals to the Zone everywhere. Buh-bye now."

He gave a little wave and disappeared, leaving them to take care of Loki on their own. Clint sighed in awe.

"Man, do you have a story to tell us."