Thanks to NinjaGeek for the suggestion! And for the record, there is no such thing as 'too ooc' in this story! Here it is, enjoy!

Chapter 16: Sparta + Narnia = Spartia?

Taskmaster was walking through the city with some plastic bags in hand. What, you ask, were in these bags? Doomsday devices maybe? Ultra top secret government weapons? Notes with Spiderman's secret identity? Nope! In these inconspicuous plastic bags were...groceries. Regular, ordinary groceries from a regular, ordinary supermarket. Taskmaster was carrying his groceries to his house, like his wife requested. Eventually he made it to the outskirts of the city and to a nice two-story house painted yellow, with a baby blue roof. He walked into the kitchen.

"Honey! I'm home!" He yelled cheerfully. There was a note on the kitchen table. Tasky put down the bags and read the note.

Thank you for leaving me the house this afternoon Taskypoo! I have decided that you spend too much time on this 'Spiderman' matter. I have always said that we need to take a romantic holiday, but if you won't agree willingly, we'll just have to have a bit of friendly competition. See you on the battle field honey. And like the kids say: May the odds be ever in your favor!

Signed: Your Taskmistress, Dona

Taskmaster scratched his head. PING! A Nerf bullet shot past him. What the?

"Prepare for battle Tasky!" A feminine voice rang out. There was his wife, wearing a stylish black cloak, taking cover behind the counter. Black painted lines ran under her bright blue eyes. She tossed him a long, plastic, yellow Nerf gun. Taskmaster grinned under his armor.

"Way ahead of you!" He twirled the gun around in his fingers. It had begun. Taskmaster ran for the door and dived outside, dodging several bullets. FWHIP! Tasky shot eight bullets into the house from under the car. Dona forward rolled out of the door and army crawled to their gardening shed. It was madness. Bullets shot through the air at 100 miles per hour! Taskmaster accidently broke a window, Dona broke a few flower pots.

"FOR NARNIA!" Dona yelled as she shot four bullet rounds. Taskmaster bended back in slow motion.

"Nooooooo!" He yelled (also in slow motion) and did a perfect matrix imitation.

"THIS IS SPARTA!" Taskmaster roared. He shot a bullet...it zoomed past the car...past the shed...it hit Dona square in the jar. She yelped and fell to her knees. Taskmaster ran to her and took her in his arms.

"Dona! Dona! I am sorry!"

"Tasky! Never forget me! Goodbye cruel world!" She raised a hand to her forehead and fell back.

"Whhhhhyyyyyyy!" Tasky yelled. He waited a moment. "So...wanna do another round?" He asked. Dona grinned crazily at him. There was the distinct sound of a Nerf gun cocking.

"I thought it already started...honey!" She laughed, raising the gun to his face. Taskmaster ran.

"No! Stop! Dona! We can talk about this!" He yelled. Then he realized something. "I have no ammo!"

"Too bad Taskypoo! Too bad!" Dona screamed maniacally, as she emptied her gun on Taskmaster's retreating form.

Finally got this done! This should've been out earlier, but I had to do some things with my other late story. Hope you guys enjoyed, I know it is short, but I like it. Sometimes, less is more! Also, only 11 more reviews until 50! If we can get there, I might do something special. Yes, I totally have something in mind! Anyway...

Wolf out...