Shadow was walking through the forest yet again, and she was silently mumbling thoughts of frustration. All the villains constantly following and attacking her, and the fact that she has to keep herself aware at all times because of the many villainous attacks. Being in this forest was just another excuse for a fatal future. Shadow was attacked in this forest countless times, becoming wary of how much she had to brawl with these villains. And it was ironic even, that Reaper was watching her at that moment, preparing to pounce. He appeared suddenly in front of Shadow, forcing her to stifle a sigh to come out. Fatigue overwhelmed her at the the thought of being captured again, and she knew that she didn't have the energy to fight him off.

    "Hello, Thund- I mean Shadow," Reaper rasped, swinging his scythe at Shadow's head instantaneously. But Shadow was too good for a very predictable move like that. She ducked down and rolled her eyes at Reaper, and at his poor battling techniques. Shadow was ready to settle this dispute.

    "Look Reaper," she said, ducking at another swing. "I'm not up to fighting today. How about we-" Shadow was interrupted by Reaper tripping her to the floor with his scythe. Why didn't I see that coming? Shadow thought. Her head had hit the ground hard, causing an intense pounding to occur at her head. She felt sick like she was about to puke, with a feeling of queesiness and her stomach gurgling.

    "You're really slow with your reactions today, huh Shadow? Looks like you took a hard blow," Reaper told Shadow, looking at the blood spilling from her head. She felt light headed and she was starting to get dragged by Reaper. The rest from here was a blur to Shadow. All she knew was that someone had come to save her -she didn't know who- and Reaper had fought them off. She blacked out after that and awoke in a concrete room.

    "Wake up you too!" She heard Reaper's voice echo in the empty room. She moved her head side to side, and tried hard to concentrate on her surroundings. She failed because of her blurring vision, leaving her especially nauseous. "So how about that, huh? Hawkeye tried to help you, but obliviously failed."

    Shadow's sight had started to clear up and she looked across the room to Hawkeye. His head was down, but he looked up at the intensity of Shadow's stare. When Hawkeye looked up, a massive purple bruise on his cheek was uncovered. Shadow looked away and turned her attention to Reaper.

    "What do you want from us, Reaper?" Shadow whispered, her throat hoarse.

    "Nothing really, I just want to get you back for all those times you escaped and beat me down. And then this guy," Reaper looked over at Hawkeye with a nasty expression, "had to get in the way."

    "Now, while I think of a plan to destroy you two, I'm going to be in my kitchen. I thought of taking up the hobby of cooking. Maybe I could even have my own cooking show or something...," Reaper said, his voice trailing off to a whisper where he was almost talking to himself now.

    "Wait!" Hawkeye yelled out to Reaper. Reaper turned around abruptly in annoyance. "I'm hungry. Can you make me something to eat? You wouldn't just leave your prisoners to starve, would you?"

    "No, I guess not," Reaper thought aloud. "I guess I could make you something. But maybe I'll burn it a little and toss it on the ground to get it a little dirty. You are my prisoners after all."

    "Well, you better hurry with the cooking. We're hungry here and if you don't cook fast then we'll just leave," Shadow told Reaper with a smug face.

    "What?! So you're telling me that you can escape whenever you want, but you're choosing to stay?" Reaper responded with confusion.

    "Yep. So you better hurry," Shadow told him with a smile tugging at her lips.

    Reaper left, tying his apron around his neck on the way out. And so, when Reaper left, the superheroes waited in the room with a funny feeling at the bottom of their stomachs. After five minutes passed, Shadow stared at the only door in the room impatiently. When another minute passed, she got up from the floor and looked around the room. Hawkeye got up too.

    "What are you doing?" Hawkeye asked Shadow.

    "We're leaving. This is taking way too long and for all we know, there could be poison in the food."

    "Yeah, or maybe Reaper wasn't even trying to intentionally poison us but he did anyway when he said he'd drop our food on the floor a little bit. We'd get food poisoning from his dirty kitchen floors," Hawkeye added.

    Shadow looked at him questioningly, and then laughed at his ridiculously wry humor. She looked around the room again and spotted an air ventilation on the wall. She pulled the cover off and looked inside.

    "We'll escape through the air vent," she told Hawkeye as she pulled herself up and crawled inside the vent. Hawkeye climbed inside too with no question. They both paused their movements when they heard the door open to the room.

    "So, turns out you can't actually cook with a scythe very well. I tried making a pancake with a smile but the smile seemed to kinda droop down," Reaper said, bringing up a plate with a pancake that had a sad face on it. He looked up, noticing the silence in the room. Not only did he notice the silence, but also the cover for the vent laying on the floor, and Hawkeye stealthily crawling away in the vent. Reaper dropped the plate to the ground, shattering the plate into pieces.

"First of all, that is disgusting!" Reaper commented, looking at Hawkeye's butt sticking

out in the vent. "Second, how could you escape? I was making you a meal! Please don't leave me!" He complained and tried to climb up to the vent, but it didn't turn out so well because of his bulking scythe. Reaper cursed under his breath when his scythe failed for the fourth time at grabbing onto the vent.

    "Shadow, hurry! He's coming after us," Hawkeye told her, trying to scoot as close to Shadow and as far away from the vent opening as possible.

    "Calm down! There is no way Reaper can climb in here with that scythe hand of his," Shadow told him mischievously.

    "Actually, I am in the vent and I can climb with my scythe so shut up!" Reaper yelled out to them, banging his scythe against the metal vent, making it sound like he was crawling inside yet he wasn't.

    Shadow and Hawkeye had looked at each other with bulging eyes and crawled as fast as they could. They didn't know it, but Reaper had simply found some type of way to hoist him inside, with the metal digging into his skin as he got inside. By this time, Shadow could start to see a light at the end of the vent and knew that this was the way out of the ventilation. Shadow crawled faster until she reached the end and tried to push the cover off, struggling hard because of the tight space they were squeezed in. Reaper saw them when he crawled around a corner, spotting them trying to bust the cover open to get out the ventilation system.

    Hawkeye looked back in despair when he saw Reaper coming closer and closer like a snake slithering towards him, preparing to strike. But Reaper stopped short when he smelled something horrid. He covered his nose and gagged at the smell. Where is that smell coming from? Reaper thought.

    Shadow had noticed this too, her face looking unpleasant. "Ack! What is that smell?" She asked.

    Hawkeye looked at both of them, trying not to crack a smile. "Okay, I may have farted. I was under a lot of pressure when I saw that Reaper was coming. And I also drank spoiled milk this morning on accident."

    Shadow covered her nose and started shoving her shoulder into the cover with more force, not because of Reaper this time, but because of the vulgar smell. The cover busted open suddenly and Shadow jumped out just as fast as the smell coming out into the outside air.

    "Will you hurry?!" She heard Reaper say as they both fell out of the vent in a fit of coughs and gags. "Okay, you guys can escape. And that's just because of Hawkeye's nasty-" Reaper cringed, and didn't finish his sentence.

Fin.

Fanfic written by PlanetaryHut.