Drabble 83-FoleyFest Day 5: Endgame

Smoke and ash covered everything as Tucker looked around. He saw most of his beloved friends fallen. Slain. Laying in a pool of their own blood except for a select few who were crying out for his help. He looked across the war zone, only to see his worst enemy. And really, that was what was tragic about this, because it wasn't just some enemy. It wasn't just another super villain he could take down with a snap of his fingers.

His greatest enemy was Danny himself.

"I thought you were better than this, man," he said. The wind whipped around, picking up more dust and smoke. Thunder rumbled in the distance, and Tucker decided that he would welcome the rain. It had been far too long since he had last seen it.

"Words don't mean anything anymore, Tucker. This friendship turned into betrayal the second you didn't follow me," Danny replied. He sounded genuinely hurt, and this whole scene seemed more dramatic with his cape billowing in the wind. Tucker briefly wondered how he never got tangled up in it before shaking his head.

"Why couldn't you see reason?" He called to his former friend. His heart was heavy, and his mind would be tainted for days to come if he survived this. "This," he gestured to his dead friends and the wasteland around them. "This is madness! Look at what you've become!"

"The only thing I've become is stronger! Nobody can stop me now, not even you! Especially not you! You're weak, Tucker! You're not Captain America or Iron Man. You're just a nerd who can't get a date. And now look around you! They're dead, and you're alone!"

Tucker gaped at him. This was all too much. In all his years he never expected their friendship to take such a sideways turn. Tucker squeezed his eyes to keep from crying, and pulled out his high tech sword he had built himself. Lightweight, ghost proof, and able to electrocute people as they were being stabbed.

He charged.

Their fight was unlike anything either of them had witnessed. It was fire against ice, brain against brawn, friend against friend, and a million other things. Their swords clanged and sparked with every blow as their owners twisted and turned, dancing around each other with deadly precision.

When had it come to this? When had they gone from brothers in arms to strangers? When had everything become such a heaping pile of shit.

Ah, that's right. It had happened when Danny cheated.

Tucker grunted as their swords made contact once more, and they got in each others face. Danny was always cold due to his ice core, so he never sweated, but Tucker liked to imagine that he was anyway. It would make him feel less self-conscious about himself.

"You're gonna lose, Tucker," Danny said. Tucker pushed back more, trying to gain as much leverage as possible against his super powered friend.

"That's what you think, Danny."

And it was with those words that Danny knew he had lost. Because right after that, he had a look of pure shock on his face as he looked down. A spear head was coming out of his stomach, through his armor. Tucker knocked his sword out of his hands and took his own, sending it through Danny's chest. The guard behind Danny dropped to the ground, dead, but Tucker stood over Danny, sending the sword in deeper until the hilt was right up against Danny's chest.

Tucker's stomach felt queasy as he imagined blood and ectoplasm oozing from the wounds, but of course that didn't happen. It never would. Not here, anyway. He gazed into Danny's bright green eyes, and Danny gave him a weak smile as he gripped Tucker's wrists.

"Eh tu, Brute?" He asked, choking on his words.

Tucker couldn't stop himself. He broke down laughing.

"Aw, Tuck no, you killjoy," Danny whined as Tucker fell to his knees, clutching his sides from laughing so hard. He easily pulled the sword out of his chest, not a speck of blood on it, and it flickered away. He did the same with the spear, a dopey grin on his face as Tucker rolled around on the ground laughing.

"I can't-oh my god," Tucker wheezed. "Of all the things you remember from Lancer's class, that's what sticks?"

"Patrolling was slow that week, remember?" Danny argued. "Come on, let's get back. I promised Clint he could use the console after we saw who won."

"Yeah, it was me. Fucking cheater," Tucker had sobered up now, and gladly took Danny's outstretched hand and hopped to his feet.

"I can't believe you actually stabbed me, though!" Danny countered. "Shit dude, tell me how you really feel."

In a quick flash, Tucker had him pinned. He was pressing all of his weight into Danny's chest as he got into his face and whispered into his ear.

"If you ever cheat again I'm gonna fuck you up."

Then he got back up like nothing had ever happened.

"You know, I could always leave you in this video game," Danny said as he stood back up. Tucker shrugged.

"Yeah, but you won't."

"I hate that you're right. Now come on, let's go." Danny held out his hand once more.

"Whatever you say, loser."

He took Danny's outstretched hand and together they disappeared in a mess of pixels, back to the real world.