So, I am not King, Craven or Barker. I don't claim to be a horror writer. But that said, I still hope you enjoy my little offering. 😁😱😰

"Are you sure that this is going to work, (Y/n)?" Tony asked. The billionaire trying not to laugh as he saw the wicked glint in her eyes.

"Oh, ye of little faith, Stark. Of course, it's going to work. Those four are probably going to try something completely goofy, despite Clint, the self-proclaimed king of pranks, supposedly taking charge. They probably think that I will jump at the first sight of a plastic spider. But I've seen Arachnophobia more times than I care to remember. So, the jokes on them. Look, Steve and Bucky would have no idea about what makes a good jump scare. They both come from the wrong era of movies and are both far too sweet to come up with anything that I haven't seen before. Clint will probably climb into the air-conditioning system, and dangle something down from the vents. Imagining that a tickle from a bit of string is going to turn me into a trembling mess. And Sam, well Sam will probably want to go completely overboard, and try and talk poor Bucky into dressing up as Leather face, including chainsaw, so that he can pop out of the shadows. But Steve will talk him out of it. I on the other hand. I am a very different creature. The works of the horror masters are my bedtime reading. So, I have learnt from the best. And every good horror movie needs a good build up. Subtle things that make people's minds begin to trick them. Twists that build up expectation and anticipation. Then BANG! Jump Scare when you're least expecting it. The demonic nun appears from nowhere. The killer that you thought was dead, suddenly comes back to life and grabs you by the leg. Or blood starts flooding from the walls, and two creepy girls tell you to come play with them. All we are doing is making them think that their minds are playing tricks on them. They will hear and see things. Then, when the time is right, I will hit Sam and Clint with my jump scare." (Y/n) chuckled, as she made sure that she had everything that she needed.

As soon as (Y/n) had told him about what the super soldiers, Clint and Sam were up to. Tony had happily agreed to help in any way he could. Liking the idea that he could get his own back on the archer, for all the times that he had caught him in one of his stupid pranks. (Y/n) had told him that Steve and Bucky were not part of it. That the two old soldiers had seen horrors that not even she could, or ever wanted to imagine. But the king of jesters and Sam were both going to be on the receiving end of real scare.

"Ok, Tony. I need you to patch into the speakers in only Sam and Clint's rooms. I want the volume just loud enough so that it sounds like someone is whispering to them. I want it subtle. Soft. I will cue you in for the hologrammatic projection. And I want the aircon to blow just the right amount of cold air. Really cold air." (Y/n) chuckled as she set up the recording, ready to hit play. Herself deciding to call on an outside source for a little extra help. A couple of old friends that had helped her create a few audio and visual effects. Effects that were sure to make Clint and Sam think. And as the chimes of the clock struck twelve, (Y/n) set about Operation Scare.

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Sam lay in his bed. He and the others had been trying to think of something, anything that would scare the unscareable (Y/n). Yet even the self-proclaimed lord of the pranks had come up empty handed. And given that the scariest movie that Bucky and Steve had ever seen, before (Y/n) immersed them in the world of mad chainsaw wielding killers, and dream demons, was the 1939 version of the Hunchback of Notre Dame. They had proved pretty useless, when it came to coming up with something suitable to shock (Y/n). So, he would have to try and think of something himself. But what?

With a heavy sigh, he turned onto his side. Hoping that something might come to him after a good night's sleep. That maybe a dream would give him some inspiration. But he doubted it. As he slowly closed his eyes, a sudden chilled breeze seemed to rush past him. The light above his head swaying to and fro, catching his attention as his eyes flew back open.

"I swear that Stark needs to stop playing with his damn suits and fix the faults in this place." Sam grumbled, as he pulled his blankets up underneath his chin.

"He's got all this fancy smancy stuff around here, yet can't fix the air conditioning." The Falcon added with another grumble, punching at the pillow beneath his head as he tried to get comfortable.

"Shh. Hide. He's coming." A soft female voice suddenly whispered. Sam sitting bolt upright in his bed. His eyes scanning the darkened room for the possible source of the sound.

"H-h-hello?" Sam called out. His hand reaching for the switch to the bedside lamp, only to find that it wouldn't turn on.

"Shh. He's after me. You must be quiet." The voice replied. Sam suddenly chuckling as he pushed back the covers on his bed, and made his way over to the main light switch by the side of the door.

"Oh, ha ha. Very funny. Takes more than a silly voice to scare me." Sam, scoffed. Believing that Clint and the other boys may have tried to turn their scaring tactics against him, after he had told them that they couldn't scare an infant.

"Please. You have to help me........I ..........I........." The voice came again. Sam finding that the main light to the room wouldn't work either, as the words stopped, only to be replaced by an eerie silence. Sam's eyes suddenly growing wide as he stared back into the darkened room, the figure of a sobbing girl appearing to be sat on the end of his bed. Her head resting her hands. Her form glowing softly.

"Please. I.............."

Then without warning, the light in the room came on. Sam momentarily blinded by the change in brightness, as he made his way over to his bed and looked beneath it for any sign of the girl. His mind not sure of what to make of what he had just seen. Had he actually been asleep? Had this all been a dream? No. It was real. He had heard a voice. He had definitely seen the girl. But how? Why? Was there something going on in the compound that he didn't know about? But even if there was, nothing he could think of would explain what he had just seen. What he had just heard. Perhaps he had just got too involved with the idea of playing his trick on (Y/n). He only wanted to do it so that she would jump into his arms. Yet, maybe..........the sudden thought bringing a huge smile to his lips. Could he actually use what he had just experienced to scare (Y/n)? A real ghost story in their own home? He could make all this out to be real. That they themselves were living in their own possible horror story. Build it up in (Y/n)'s mind. And them BANG! she would be in his arms. Sam chuckling to himself as tried to steady his own heartbeat. The Falcon making his way over to turn off the light before slipping back under the covers. Deciding that tomorrow he would put his plan into action. And possibly even bring the others along for the ride. He did after all, want them, especially Barnes, to witness his triumph. Able to claim that he had scared (Y/n).

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"That's enough for tonight. Just wanted to give them something to think about. Something to work on." (Y/n) chuckled as she watched the monitor. The images of Sam and Clint filling the screens.

"You have all this planned don't you, (Y/n)? You know what they are going to do, don't you?" Tony laughed, as he saw the look of glee in her eyes.

"Oh, you know. I can imagine a few scenarios. But which ever one Sam chooses I am sure I'll be ready for him. Actually, Tony. This could turn out to be fun. Now, I just have to wait to see what their next step will be. Thanks for the use of the system. I'll keep you posted." (Y/n) said, kissing Tony on the cheek before she almost skipped out of the room. Tony not sure what she had in mind for the two men. But happy that (Y/n) wasn't after scaring him.