“Now, my love,” Red Skull said as he returned. “Perhaps we should – ghhhhhh!”
He gurgled as the former Captain America thrust her scimitar deep into his chest.
“Red Skull is dead!” she howled. “Madame Hyde is dead! Kaptain America is dead! All hail Madame Amerika!”
* * *
A few short days later, Madame America strode down the hall, her cigarette holder clenched between her lips. Her costume resembled that of Madame Hydra’s, though coloured to match her new identity: her hair was dyed liked the American flag, all stripes and stars, her fingernails and lips were similarly coloured. Her opera gloves and stiletto boots were red, her body suit was coloured like Captain America’s old costume, through with a star squarely over each nipple.
She took another puff of her elegant cigarette and fingers her weapons: her scimitar, her whip, her shield – once again coloured like Captain America’s.
She remembered her two former selves, but dismissed them both as fools. She was Stephanie Rokissian now, Madame Amerika. Madame Amerika forever!
America was weak but she would make it strong again and soon it would rule the world with her as its undisputed leader. Unlike Madame Hydra, Madame Amerika did believe in protecting people, taking care of them. But she felt they would be best protected with HER as her ruler. Some would be her allies in this new world order, others would be her slaves. They would all accept their place in the order of things.
Her lips curled into a smirk as she remembered her old allies in the Avengers. And then she purred a little, caressing her body. Yes, she would deal with them first. Not just because they were the greatest threat, but because she still felt close to them. She wanted them to be happy in their new lives in her new America. The ones that would be her lieutenants, the ones that would be her servants, the ones that would be her boot-licking slaves.
Madame Amerika cackled. Yes, she had a place for all of them! Transformed and remade anew!