Good day people! Today I'm not going to school since my 'father' decided to do some stupidity that backfired on him with punctured tires. So I'll perhaps update one or two chapters today. And remember, you can always choose who will get morbidly pranked like Natasha did and how 'person' here will get! Well, ONWARD!
Disclaimer: Do I really have to say it? *lawyers nods* FINE! I DO NOT OWN HETALIA OR AVENGERS!
Later that same day, our dear American icon was sitting in the couch in front of the huge plasma tv in the lounge room. He had a disturbed look on his face as he observed how Clint and Tony, who were sitting in front of said tv, mowed down zombie after zombie in a ruined bus station of some game. And even though their characters would scream out phrases every once in a while, it seemed the two took it as a challenge as to who could be the loudest in real life screaming.
Steve shuddered. Ever since he was little, he had always found the idea of zombies terrifying. And when he had heard rumours in the war that the Germans were currently trying to find a way to raise the dead, that fear had increased ten fold.
"HEADSHOT BITCH!" Screamed Clint as his character's gun blew the head off a blue-eyed zombie.
"RELOAD BIRD BRAIN!" Countered Tony, pressing the blue button in his XBox controller. In a split second, Tony's character removed the half-empty mag, shoved in another, and pulled back the hammer.
Clint reloaded his...toy gun that shot green balls out just as the screen flashed white and a demonic voice growled out 'MAX AMMO!'
A lone guitar riff echoed throughout the map just as the 10 tally marks that were on the left bottom corner of the screen started blinking white and disappeared. When the riff ended, the number 11 appeared in white on the corner before turning red as the first roars of the undead came.
Steve silently grimaced, stood up from the couch, and sneaked out of there. He sighed in relief as he set foot in the hall but almost squeaked when the Prussian jester appeared out of nowhere.
"Good day captain!" Chirped Spade with an ear to ear grin.
Steve awkwardly replied back with a 'hello'. He still hadn't gotten used to the jesters' presence here. And the fact that Natasha didn't trust them and had blamed them for the apparent destruction of the living room was rather unnerving. But come on, this is Natasha were talking about. She wouldn't even trust a damn fly!
Anyway, Steve quickly went around the unmoving jester and walked down the halls to the other side of the mansion. He hadn't been able to train in days due to aliens invading New York City, but now he had enough free time to at least spend a few hours in the gym.
Once he reached said room, he immediately jogged around the gym's perimeter in order to warm up. After ten laps, Steve wrapped his hands in bandages while going over to the corner where all the punching bags were hanging like dead bodies on the gallows. He immediately rained punch after punch on the black sack that was closest.
By the tenth bag, the American icon had decided to take a brief break. He opened the cooler that was lying beside the bench in which he now sat and took out a water bottle. He drank one-fourth of the cold liquid and poured the rest over his head.
BANG!
Rogers jumped up like he had just been shocked and whipped around in the direction of the gym's doors. They had just been open moments ago, but now they were sealed shut! He dashed through the gym and skidded to a halt in front of them. While he was busy trying to peel open the double doors, he didn't notice a black figure standing behind him.
Red eyes that were filled with twisted glee stared at the back of the captain's head. The albino, Spade, waved his hand and an all too familiar guitar riff echoed throughout the vacant gym. The blond in front swiveled around in his direction, but the latter didn't see a thing other than empty air.
Spade watched in amusement as Steve ran through him and towards the center of the gym.
With another wave and a muted chuckle, all the windows in the room and even the wall cracked before bursting open. And like water rushing out of a broken dam, undead Nazi soldiers rushed through the gaping holes. Some sprinted crookedly, others jogged with the stereotypical zombie position a.k.a. head lolling back with their arms outstretched, and the rest were missing a leg or two which made them crawl on the ground. And they were all headed in one direction. His.
Steve panicked and instinctively punched a zombie that had gotten too close. Its head cracked off its shoulders and fell to the ground. The now headless body swayed a bit before collapsing as well. The other grey-skinned creatures kicked or stumbled over the once again dead carcass, but not even that stopped them.
The horde roared and moaned and shrieked as Spade silently snapped his fingers, making them wilder and insanely faster.
Steve punched here and there but zombies kept coming and coming. But when he punched one, it flew back and landed with a crunching thud. It thankfully stayed still,but a weird green light shot out off its chest. It hovered over the dead zombie like mist before it took the shape of a metallic missile.
Steve instantly taken back a few hours.
~~~~~Flashback~~~~~
"Get in the bus Clint!" Screeched Tony. He was already in there but where the hell was bird brain?!
Steve's eyes roamed over to Clint's screen. He was too busy mowing down zombie after zombie with an M14 to even pay attention. He accurately shot off one zombie's head. In its wake, it left a green-gold missile.
Tony's mood instantly shifted. "GRAB THAT NUKE!"
Clint shot a few more mags before making his character sprint like crazy for the nuke. He ran through object and the screen flashed white, followed by a dull 'boom'. The demonic announcer screeched as well,"KA-BOOM!"
And one by one, all the zombie's heads exploded as they fell to the ground.
~~~~~End of Flashback~~~~~
Steve immediately rounded the horde, which roared in anger, and sprinted as fast as he could to the nuke. When he was just two feet away,however, a sudden gust of air threw him back.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA! It von't be so easy!"
The panicked blond gasped at the distorted voice. It sounded familiar, yet where had he heard it?
"W-Who?"
"I vant to play a... a game!" Squealed the demonic announcer. But the voice sounded like that of a little girl...
It clicked. It was the little girl of the game!
"You have to guess mein name!"
Rogers panic increased ten fold. He nervously glanced at the incoming horde. The yellow eyes of the zombies shone like flashlights in the dim light of the gym, making them look like demons instead of animated corpses.
Taking a deep breath, Steve screamed the first name that came to mind," Samantha?"
KA-BOOM!
One by one, the head of every zombie blew up.
From the shadows, Spade grinned crookedly and squealed in Samantha's voice,"Congratulations! You've von!" before he disappeared in a cloud of black smoke.
The American stayed standing, to shocked to even notice that the doors slowly creaked open.
Snapping out of shock, Steve instantly dashed out of the gym. He was standing outside of the cursed place trying to catch his breath when he heard a screech down the hall. And like the good samaritan he was, the blond ran down the hall towards the small rarely used game room.
Skidding to a stop, he saw a familiar black hat and white hair. "S-Spade?"
Pausing his game, which coincidently was about killing zombies, the jester turned to look at Rogers. "Yes, captain?" He asked curiously.
"Did you hear all the stuff from the gym?"
Spade tilted his head and a bewildered look crossed his features. "No captain. I went in there and I just saw you punching bags. I even called you but it seems you didn't hear me."
Steve leaned back and sighed shakily, running a hand through his sweaty hair.
"Why captain? What happened?" Questioned the jester, setting down his controller and standing up.
Rogers was immediately reminded of the zombies. He quickly backed off and muttered 'nevermind' before leaving.
Prussia waited until Steve was far away from the game room to once again snap his fingers. From the shadows, England, Spain, and France emerged.
The quad broke out into peals of giggles.
"Who knew his greatest fear were zombies?!" Squeaked Spain through giggles.
"I sure didn't!" Answered England.
France managed to somehow control his laugh and announced loudly,"Two down, four to go!"
His fellow jesters cried in agreement.
P.S. : The game was Black Ops, in case you didn't know. And I know that now its Richtofen controlling the zombies, but I thought 'Samantha controls the original Nazi Zombies, so it would only make sense to place her here instead of the Doctor.' So...yeah...thats how that happened. OH, and remember, you can always guess or even chose who will get pranked next!