WOOHOO! CHAPTER 10 IS HERE! I never thought I would be able to get this far into the story! And it's all thanks to YOU guys out there! Excuse my giddiness but I just soooo glad! Sorry I didn't update last week but as I said, stupid tests got in the way along with the death of one of my dad's friends and *sigh* pretty hectic week. ANYWAY thank you once more for all your support. OH! Before I forget! The answer to the riddle was: THE GRANDMA! And the first person to answer was *drumroll*...twitch'pjofan95! Kudos to you! Worry not my readers, for all of you who answered correctly can still request or ask anything you want! Just leave it the reviews!

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Trotting down the hall merrily and humming a little tune, England entered his room and made a bee-line for his bed. Plopping down on the wine red silky covers, the black and white jester slid his knife out from its place inside his checkered sleeve. He raised it over his head and twisted the sharp blade around; staring at a tiny patch of light as it danced on the surface of the stainless steel.

"Why didn't you do it?" Came a sudden voice from inside his head.

Unblinking and strangely relaxed, England replied out loud, "'Cause I did not find the need to, Igiko."

From inside his head, Igiko snorted, "Then that's no fun, lad!"

The Briton lowered the hand that held the knife to rest next to him. Sitting up and looking over to the small mirror he kept on his nightstand, he grinned at his reflection a little bit too feral and muttered like an insane killer, "The fun has just begun, my friend."

Bruce sat in the sanctity of the thankfully empty and quite living room. Turning a page of the book that he held in his hands, the brunette sighed through his nose and absorbed the words of the book he had found underneath a couch. Said book was about a boy who lived in an apocalyptic world with his two little sisters as they struggle to survive. Upon reaching a new chapter, Banner dog-eared the page and set down the novel next to him. He ran a hand down his face before rubbing his temples.

Clint had been gone for more than an hour and it seemed he wasn't returning anytime soon. He debated whether he should go and look for the archer or stay in this place like Natasha had ordered him. Thinking both throughly, he chose the former option.

Bruce stood up from the couch and walked slowly over to the doorway, hesitating only when it came to crossing said arch. Once he was out in the hall, Banner strode through the maze of corridors that made the Avengers Mansion with ease. Soon enough, he reached the shooting range; upon opening the door, he was surprised to find the place empty.

"Barton?" Bruce called out wearily. His voice echoed eerily throughout the vacant room. Shrugging to himself, the scientist stepped back and gently pulled the door close. Banner scratched the back of his head and sighed loudly. He was about to head back to the living room when he heard small but loud scratching sounds at the end of the hall.

The man stopped on his tracks and curiously looked behind him. Tilting his head in bewilderment, Bruce cautiously approached the on-going noises that seemed to emit from behind a door that suddenly looked ominous.

He slowly reached out with a trembling hand and grasped the doorknob before throwing the door open. He almost screeched out in horror when a limp and bloody body dropped to the floor below. The corpse splattered blood everywhere; on the walls, on the floor surrounding it, and on Bruce's clothing.

Shaking in terror, the brunette felt a familiar anger bubble up in him, and he desperately tried to push it down by taking in deep gulps of air. Once he was sure he wasn't going to Hulk out, Bruce hesitantly trudged closer to the corpse and stared blankly at the cadaver when he saw its face.

Clint...

He snapped out of his trance like state and jumped back when the dead archer's arm suddenly jerked violently. Bruce wasn't that fast on his feet when his mind was hazed with panic, so when the dead Clint suddenly screeched like a banshee and lunged for Banner with a crazed look on his shredded face, the latter stumbled back and tripped on his own feet.

Screeching again, Clint reached up with his bloody and torn hand towards a struggling Bruce's face in an attempt to scratch his eyes out. Using as much strength as he could in his panicked state, the living brunette placed a well aimed kick on the shredded face of the screaming corpse; to his relief, the animated cadaver let go of his legs when the kick snapped its head back 180 degrees.

Banner scrambled up and dashed down the hall, not caring where he was headed as long as it was away from that thing that couldn't possibly be his friend. He only sparred a small glance back over his shoulder and he screeched in terror at what he saw. He saw the cadaver crawling at an inhumane speed behind him with its head still twisted back. The whole thing looked like it had just been plucked out of a fictional horror movie and thrown into reality.

Making a sharp turn right, Bruce quickly pressed himself against a wall and watched with wide eyes as the corpse sped by, still screeching its twisted head off like a banshee.

Panting heavily, the shaking brunette stumbled out of his hiding spot and made a run for safety once more.

The terrified man never noticed the four blobs of black matter racing over head on the ceiling in the same direction as him.

"JARVIS? What's going on?" Called out a still running and breathless Bruce.

Silence...

"JARVIS?!"

This time, he got an answer, but not the one he was expecting.

"Mr. Banner!" Yelled a familiar British voice from behind the aforementioned man. Bruce skidded to a halt and turned to the voice, panting all the while. He was surprised at who he saw running towards him.

Diamond slowed down to a jog as he reduced the distance to the brunette. Breathing fast once he stood in front of the other man, the blond whispered, "What's going on?"

"I-I don't know, Diamond," stuttered Bruce.

A familiar screech silenced the pair. Not wasting any time, the British jester snatched the scientist's wrist while silently hissing, "Come on! We can't stay here!" The Joker ignored Bruce's strangled complaints and bolted the hall.

The duo ran through the maze of halls, twisting in all directions in order to lose the screaming corpse; only when the cries were far enough did they slow down to a stop. Both men panted heavily and leaned against opposite walls.

Sucking in a deep breath, Bruce choked out, "Not to be rude, but where the heck are we going?" At that moment, a small 'ding' reached the brunette's ears. Forcing a small grin despite his pants, Diamond pointed at the elevator down the hall, "Down to Mr. Stark's lab, Dr. Banner."

"Don't worry, I know the code," he interjected quickly when Bruce was about to say that it was impossible to go there without the security number.

Too weary to care, the scientist moved towards the metal box, not noticing the way forest green eyes narrowed, accompanying a cruel smirk that stretched upon the blond Joker's face. Said jester swiftly fell into step behind the brunette.

They entered the elevator and Diamond pressed the button that would take them down to the billionaire's lab. And to Bruce's amazement, the Briton did know the security code. With its transparent screen flashing green, the doors slid shut and the metal box started its descent.

The whole ride was filled with tense and awkward silence. Bruce almost sighed it relief when the elevator dinged again and pulled back its metal panels, revealing a messy yet familiar lab.

However, that relief turned to horror once the scientist and jester rounded the main workbench. There, sprawled out on the floor like a useless rag doll, laid the only person who didn't seem to be afraid of him.

Tony...

Dropping to his knees, Banner gawked at the cold, mutilated body. From behind, Diamond slowly retreated back into the shadows with a sadistic smirk on his face, and once there, he silently snapped his fingers. Soon enough, three silhouettes appeared beside him.

"Shall we begin?" Whispered Club in a hushed tone.

"Oui," came Heart's reply.

Like tigers stalking their prey, both jesters clung to the darkness as they bolted opposite ways. The other two Jokers simply started chanting quietly with closed eyes and bowed heads.

Heart and Club met once more on the other side of the lab, where both were crouched down behind a messy table. The tricksters strained their ear in order to hear the silent murmuring coming from their other two comrades across the room. And when they fell silent, the Frenchman and Spaniard took it as their cue to slam the palms of their gloved hands on the floor.

Their hands emitted a bright gold light as they came in contact with the concrete below. Shadows from the corners of the room suddenly extended forward like snakes. They coiled around Bruce's unmoving ankles and wrists, anchoring him in place. The other tendrils slid over the glass wall and elevator, forming a sort of a thick black net that impeded either entrance to be opened from the inside. Soon enough, the Jokers and the frozen Bruce Banner were locked in.

After a short silence, Heart and Club stood up and rounded the workbench, coming to a stop before Bruce. The other two did the same thing.

Suddenly, Banner started to twitch violently and growl in a low tone. They watched as his skin rapidly took a sickly looking shade of green and how he seemed to inflate with thick muscles. His shirt stretched to its limits around his shoulders and back before it started to rip in places. With an angry and loud roar, the Hulk fought against the tendrils as he stood up and raised his big arms over his head.

The quad of jesters watched the unfolding scene with bored eyes. Spade even brought up his hand and yawned into it. That was sufficient enough to catch the Hulk's attention.

With another roar, the green giant snapped the black tendrils coiled around him before bringing his huge fist down on the smaller group of four. The Jokers scattered just in time as the thick knuckles cracked and broke the floor.

"Now that's what I'm talking about!" Yelled Spade as he did a flip in mid air, narrowly avoiding a piece of floor that Hulk had flung in his direction. He landed on a workbench in a crouched position. The albino started laughing as he watched Club thrust his flaming hand out at the raging giant. A long stream of flames shot out of the gloved palm, tearing through the air like a bullet before crashing onto a muscled green back.

Hulk roared in anger once more and turned to the brown haired jester. However, when he turned, another attack crashed against him. Attack after attack came at him from the four Jokers, who were literally jumping on the walls; poor Hulk made several attempts in whipping around and trying to hit his previous offender only to have another one smack against him.

Having had enough, Hulk yelled loudly and smashed his fist onto the floor. The shock wave caught the jesters by surprise and sent them flying back against the far wall.

Before either jester could get up, Hulk came ramming over like a Spanish bull chasing the waving red flag. His big meaty hands dove down and scooped up two Jokers in each palm. The quad unintentionally let out simultaneous shrieks of surprise and pain as the fingers curled around them a bit too tight.

Everything went downhill from there.

Hulk whirled around and flung Heart and Spade across the lab. The duo tried to evaporate in mid air, but their speed was too great that they didn't even have time to brace themselves as their backs cracked against the black tendrils that still covered the glass wall. They limply slid down against the black matter.

Huffing at the two unmoving jesters, Hulk turned his head back to the other two who were still in his hand and were currently squirming in a futile attempt to get free. He jerked them up suddenly and roared in their faces. Diamond and Club had to close there eyes tightly as some of the giant's saliva flew by their faces or came in contact with them.

Still roaring, the Hulk suddenly brought down his hand and slammed the two Jokers on the ground with so much force that the concrete once again cracked. Diamond had the air knocked out of him by the impact and Club shrieked as sharp pain shot up his side. Both jesters looked up as they saw a terrifying expression on the Hulk's face. His eyes were ablaze with fury, his green features contorted in a fearsome snarl, and his big thick hands were curled into fists above his head.

With another short roar, he brought down his fists on the two curled figures. Squeezing their eyes shut, the two Jokers waited for their oncoming end.

It never came.

Instead, they heard a small 'poof' and Hulk's aggravated yell. Diamond hesitantly opened one eye and almost gasped at what, or rather who, he saw.

Standing over them and holding the Hulk's heavy fists in his hands as if they weighed next to nothing was America. He flashed them a big toothy grin before turning back to Hulk. With one of his boisterous laughs, he happily swung the green giant over his shoulder in the same manner someone tosses a used and crumpled paper. The energetic blond whipped around to face the stunned jesters once more.

"Dudes! I've been looking for you guys everywhere!" America exclaimed loudly, completely ignoring the stunned looks on both Jokers' faces and the angry snorts of the Hulk as he was halfway through the wall.

"H-How? We thought you had died back in the fusion room!" Cried out England.

"He did die! I saw him! How in all blazes did he survive that?!" Igiko screamed in shock inside the Briton's head.

"Well, I didn't! Ain't that awesome?" Continued the American in a cheerful tone. Inside his head, too, Ameriko scoffed and continued to clean his bloody and nailed bat.

Roaring and crashing from the wall where the Hulk was drowned Spain's questions. The trio looked over briefly in the Hulk's direction before turning to look at one another. "We have to get out," mumbled England weakly as he stumbled up, followed closely by a limping Spain. America nodded and glanced over his shoulder at the other unmoving half of the Jokers.

"You guys go. I'll carry those two over there," ordered America. Without waiting for a response, he vanished and reappeared in between the unconscious duo across the lab. The blond grabbed Prussia's arm and swung him over his shoulder before doing the same thing with France, who had a little bit of blood dribbling out of the corner of his mouth. Using his abnormal strength to his advantage, the American stood up without a problem.

"You better get out of here, or else we'll be nothing more than a damn pile of dust on the floor when that guy's through with us," warned Ameriko nonchalantly.

With a smirk that was a bit too crazy, America chuckled and evaporated into thin air as Hulk came barreling over.

Hulk's enraged roar echoed through out the Avengers Mansion, but not one soul heard it.

Ohh, stuff didn't go as planned, did it? Anyway, YOU ASKED FOR HIM, THERE HE IS! Our dear hero, America! Before I forget, thank you all who helped me find out stuff about the 2p. I actually went to the Hetalia wikia and found some info there, along with a few other places. Hopefully the length once more makes up for my lack of update, heheh. On further notice, be sure to leave your request if you were one of the reviewers who answered the riddle correctly! Until next time!