EXT. WHITE HOUSE – GARDEN – NIGHT
The group moves quickly toward the Quinjet. Engines hum to life. The ramp lowers. They board. Inside, Rhodey is already at the controls. Yelena and Talos standing, Bucky immediately sits on the ground. Bucky's face still bleeding heavily.
RODEY
Everyone in?
Talos looks around.
TALOS
Where's G'iah?
WALKER
Didn't see her come here.
TALOS(turning back towards the ramp)
I'm going back.
He steps forward, Bucky blocks him gently but firmly from below.
BUCKY(looking up)
Hey. She needs space.
Talos looks at him.
BUCKY (CONT'D)
Give her time. She'll come back.
Talos hesitates. Then slowly nods. The ramp closes.
INT. QUINJET – CONTINUOUS
The Quinjet lifts off. Rising into the night sky. Yelena leans slightly toward the cockpit.
YELENA (tilting her head) -So... Where are we going?
Rhodey glances at the console. A faint marker blinking.
RODEY
There's a location pinned here. Marked as "HOME" .
RODEY (looking back)
We heading there?
Bucky looks at the screen. Then nods. The Quinjet disappears into the night.
CUT.
INT. WHITE HOUSE – OFFICE – NIGHT
The Office is dimly lit. Most of the lights are off. The American flag stands still behind the desk. Papers are scattered across it, reports, files, photographs.
Ross stands near the desk, sleeves pushed up. Sam stands across from him.
ROSS (exhaling, rubbing his forehead)
How many of them you killed?
Sam doesn't respond immediately. His eyes move across the room, the flags, the desk, the man in front of him.
SAM - Only Gravik was here, I didn't kill.
ROSS (stepping closer)
I need stability.
And right now… we don't have it.
SAM
Say what you really want.
ROSS
I need you to restart the Avengers.
Silence.
SAM
And who runs it?
ROSS
For now, I do.
Sam lets out a quiet breath. Almost a laugh.
SAM (stepping closer)
So that's it?
Government Avengers again?
Ross straightens.
ROSS
You don't have the luxury of idealsright now. People don't trust you anymore.
Sam's jaw tightens.
SAM
And you think I trust you?
Ross steps even closer now. Lower voice.
ROSS
You'll have operational freedom, but where to go, whom to attack comes from me.
SAM
So yes. Full control.
ROSS
Partial. Enough to make this work.
SAM
No. I'm not handing the Avengers over like a weapon.
Silence.
ROSS
You don't have a choice.
ROSS (exhaling)
We can't fix the Skrull situation overnight. But we can redirect attention of people.
And after few operations.
You go back to doing things your way.
SAM
That's not how this works.
ROSS - We have to do something.
SAM (looking above for a moment then to Ross) - No, you do whatever you like. Steve wouldn't agree on it.
ROSS- You are not Steve Rogers.
SAM
You're right. If I were then I would have not make the previous mistakes. I am not making anymore.
CUT.
INT. QUINJET – DAY
The Quinjet cuts through the sky. Bright daylight floods the cockpit. Below, endless stretches of fields and scattered forest, isolated.
Inside, Rhodey sits at the controls, hands steady despite the strain in his posture.
Behind him, Bucky sits forward, elbows on his knees, his face is covered with bandages, eyes scanning the horizon through the glass.
Talos sits beside him. Walker leans back slightly. The three Skrull officers sit further back. Yelena stands near the side, looking out through the window. Her eyes narrow.
YELENA (tilting her head)
What is this place?
It's just… forest and fields.
BUCKY (shakes his head)
Never been here before.
Yelena glances back at him, then towards Rhodey. She steps closer to the cockpit.
YELENA
So…
How long were you out?
Rhodey keeps his eyes forward.
RODEY
I don't know.
YELENA - What's the last thing you remember?
RODEY
I was in the suit.
Falling.
Then… I was in a hospital. They told me I needed support to walk.
After that, next thing I knew… I was in this jet.
Bucky looks at Rhodey. Yelena turns. Her gaze shifts to Walker.
YELENA
And you?
Walker straightens slightly. Rolls his shoulder once.
WALKER
We were in some abandoned facility.
WALKER (looking at Bucky)
Supposed to take him out. Then we got ambushed.
Gravik.
Last thing I remember, he took my face.
Bucky looks away for a moment. Yelena turns back to the window.
YELENA (pointing down)
Wait. There.
In the middle of nowhere, a single farmhouse sits surrounded by open land. Isolated.
YELENA (looking at Rodey)
Take us there.
Rhodey glances down at it. Then nods slightly.
EXT. LOWA – DAY
Endless fields stretch under an open sky. Quiet. A lone farmhouse stands in the middle of it all.
The Quinjet descends, kicking up dust and dry grass as it lands. Engines power down. The ramp lowers.
One by one, they step out, Talos in human form holding Bucky around his shoulder. Yelena right infront of them, Walker follows, walking steady now, then Rhodey. He steps down carefully, gripping the side for support. His movement is slow. One skrull officer in human form supporting Rhodey.
The other two Skrull follow follow, now in human form. No one raises a weapon.
Yelena approaches the front door. She pauses. Listens. Inside, faint voices, a radio playing softly.
She knocks. Footsteps approach. The door opens.
Clint Barton stands there.
YELENA (soft, surprised)
...Hawkeye?
Clint exhales.
CLINT (CONT'D)
Get in.
They exchange quick glances, then enter.
INT. CLINT'S HOUSE – DAY
Wooden furniture. Family photos. A radio humming softly on a table. Clint closes the door behind them. Turns.
CLINT
Where the hell have you been?
We've been waiting.
BUCKY
We?
From the next room, footsteps. Scott Lang walks in, wiping his hands on a cloth. Behind him, Hope.
SCOTT (half smile)
Hey…
You guys look like hell.
BUCKY
You were waiting for us?
Yelena crosses her arms slightly, watching all of them.
YELENA
We were just at the White House.
SCOTT (stepping forward)
Wait, isn't the skrull Gravik there?
BUCKY
He was. He's dead.
Silence. Clint. Scott. Hope. They all exchange a look.
BUCKY (CONT')
…How do you know about Skrulls?
The room goes still. No one answers immediately.
Then, footsteps above. Slow. The sound of someone descending the stairs. Each step echoing slightly. A figure appears at the top of the staircase. Stops for a moment.
MAN
Things are never that simple.
He steps down into the light.
It's Nick Fury.
Bucky, Yelena, Talos looking at him.
CUT TO BLACK.
CHAPTER FINAL: ENCORE
INT. APARTMENT – DAY - 2 DAYS BEFORE GRAVIK'S DEATH
A dark apartment with blue amber. Curtains drawn. Thin rays of sunlight slipping through a narrow gap in window.
A bare torso. Eyes closed. A bloodstained cotton pad pressing against a wound on his right forearm. An open bottle of painkillers rests on a small table beside him.
MATT MURDOCK
Exhaling slowly.
Then sounds of screaming. Doors being pounded. Glass shattering.
Matt's breathing stops. His heartbeat slowing. Then, more screams. Running footsteps.
His heartbeat quickening. He rises and walks to his closet. Pulling the door open. The red suit inside.
EXT. APARTMENT TERRACE – HELL'S KITCHEN – DAY
Daredevil standing on the rooftop.
Below, men dressed in dark jackets marked with faded red symbols. Their eyes hidden behind sand goggles.
THE HAND. One of them smashing a storefront window. Another tossing a Molotov inside. Flames erupting.
A terrified man is being dragged across the street and thrown into the back of a truck.
A woman rushing out of her apartment. Then a Hand member strikes her across the face. Two more seizing her and forcing her into the truck.
The city noise fading. Wind slowing. Heartbeats fast. Footsteps. Liquid rushing through veins.
Daredevil exhales. He slams one end of his baton into a nearby rooftop ledge and swings down. Landing beside the truck.
His baton flies. Slaming into a Hand member's skull. The man drops. The others slowly turning toward him. Silent. Watching.
Daredevil recalls the baton.
He strikes one. Then another. Then another.
Each falling, then climbing back to their feet. They begin walking toward him.
A metal rod slams into Daredevil's back. He stumbles. Turns. Driving the attacker into the truck.
A punch. Another. Another.
The attacker spits blood, then the wounds begin healing. Daredevil pauses, breathing, stepping back.
The rest swarming towards him. Punches crashing into his ribs. His chest. His legs. A thick brick thrown at his face.
INT. WHITE HOUSE – CONTROL ROOM – DAY - 2 DAYS BEFORE GRAVIK'S DEATH
A dimly lit room, in pale yellow light. Rows of monitors along the walls.
Several Skrulls sit before gray control consoles, fingers rapidly pressing keys.
On one monitor, a Hand member beating a man with a steel baton then dragging him into a truck.
Another tearing an iron apartment door from its hinges and hurling it through a storefront window. Another screen, Hand members setting trees on fire. Unconscious civilians are carried away and loaded into waiting trucks.
Standing behind them, DR. VARYN. Eyes on screens.
DR. VARYN - Kick. Now crush his throat.
The Skrull at the console presses another key. On another screen, Daredevil fighting through a crowd of Hand members.
DR. VARYN- No... Corner him. Drive him toward the pole. Take the baton from him.
The Skrulls pressing buttons.
A door clicks open. Footsteps. THARAN entering in Captain America suit is stained with dirt.
Blood covering the shield hanging from his arm.
Varyn smiles without looking away from the monitors.
DR. VARYN- Tharan... Come here.
DR. VARYN (pointing at screens) - The human brain... Remarkable. You can control them do anything with it.
DR. VARYN (looking at Tharan) - Humans destroying humans.
THARAN (smiling) - I've got good news. Mira's dead. And Talos is here.
Several Skrulls exchanging satisfied smiles.
DR. VARYN (nodding) - Good. Talos spent years convincing Mira she was different. She believed him.
DR. VARYN (walking past the monitors) - I wanted to kill her with these hands...
He clenches his fist.
THARAN - Then kill Talos.
Varyn stops walking. Turning slowly.
DR. VARYN- I've a bad news. The chemicals are changing Gravik. He's pushing himself.
DR. VARYN (pointing at the monitors) - We are capturing the humans. But he won't listen anymore.
CUT.
EXT. APARTMENT – DAY - 1 DAY BEFORE GRAVIK'S DEATH
One attacker drives a broken bottle into Daredevil's arm. The glass scraping across the armored suit, Sparks flying.
Daredevil grabs the bottle with his bare hand. He shoves it straight into the attacker's head.
The body collapses. Red Blood pooling beneath it.
Another kicks Daredevil in the side. Trying to stand, someone strikes him from behind.He crashes onto the pavement.
A distant HORN echoing through the street. A gray truck speeding toward them. It stops.
The driver's door opens. A man in black tactical gear stepping out.
Rifle raised. BANG. BANG. BANG.
One by one the Hand members dropping. Bullet holes through their heads. Silence. Daredevil looking up.
The PUNISHER.
Frank Castle reloading as he is walking closer. Daredevil pulling himself to his feet.
PUNISHER (reloading) - Still pulling your punches?
Matt exhaling. Frank glancing at the bodies.
FRANK- And they're crawling all over the city.
A low mechanical HUM filling the air. Both looking up.
A Quinjet descending nearby.
CUT.
INT. WHITE HOUSE – MEDICAL CHAMBER – NIGHT - 24 Hours Before Gravik's Death
A sterile room. Medical monitors pulsing with data. A long examination bed sitting below bright white lights.
Gravik lying motionless. Large tubes running into his back and arms.
Syringes slowly emptying glowing chemicals into his body. Dr. Varyn disconnecting the final tube.
The chamber door opens. Tharan entering. Gravik inhaling. His eyes open. He sits upright.
The tubes still hanging from his back, stepping down the bed. He slowly walks toward Tharan.
THARAN (looking around) - Why are you doing this? Please... Stop We will lose everything.
GRAVIK (smiling) - My whole life... Father compared me to Mira... to G'iah. He said I should've been more like them.
GRAVIK (pointing on his chest) - I was never enough. Never worth believing in.
Looking at the floor. Then back at Tharan.
GRAVIK- I can't stop now. Talos watched Mira die He'll see G'iah...die because of him.
GRAVIK (stepping closer) - Evacuate the White House. Leave the rest to me. Proceed with the original plan.
GRAVIK (spreading his arms slightly) - This...is my empire.
THARAN(lowering his head) - It is.
GRAVIK- The age of the Skrulls...
CUT.
INT. MILITARY FACILITY – NIGHT - 18 HOURS BEFORE GRAVIK'S DEATH
Moonlight across a vast military complex.
Two buildings are connected by a narrow intersection bridge high above the ground. Beyond the glass and steel, long runways stretching into the darkness, lined with parked cargo jets.
Military personnel patroling the grounds below. On the bridge, ZORAK, in his Skrull form, lying flat on his stomach.
His exposed metal arm resting against the floor beside him. A short, gray sniper rifle is braced against his shoulder.
Next to him sitting a compact ammunition case filled with small, rounded green bullets.
Zorak slowly raises his head. He is watching them patrol below.
A guard passes. Zorak's eyes narrow. A green projectile silently strikes the guard's leg.
The guard freezes. Another guard approaches. Another green projectile.
Zorak firing. Each shot hitting a leg.
The guards stop. Then, together, they turn and begin walking. Same pace. Same posture. Zorak watching them go into the buildings.
He rises to his feet and slings the sniper rifle over his shoulder. He pulls out a long pistol. He opens several magazines and begins loading the small green rounds into them. His fingers moving quickly.
Then He touches two fingers to the communicator in his ear.
ZORAK(INTO COMM) - Gravik. The guards on patrol are under our control. Yeah, I understand.
He again touches his ears.
ZORAK- Varyn. Have you initiated the commands in them? Understood.
Zorak holsters the pistol and starts to walk toward the building entrance.
EXT. MILITARY FACILITY – NIGHT - 18 HOURS BEFORE GRAVIK'S DEATH
Moonlight over the complex. Cargo jets sitting silently along the runways.
GUNSHOTS echoing from inside the facilities.
INT. MILITARY FACILITY – CONTINUOUS
The massive military gates sliding open. Several trucks driving inside. The rear doors open.
The controlled military personnel moving wit same pace.
They unload unconscious HUMAN MEN, WOMEN, AND CHILDREN from the trucks.
Some are carried over shoulders. Others are dragged by their arms. They are loaded into the enormous containers.
Another truck pulling in. Then another. The controlled soldiers continuing their work.
THE NEXT DAY
EXT. SKY – DAY - 7 HOURS BEFORE GRAVIK'S DEATH
A formation of military jets flying through thick clouds. At the front, ZORAK'S JET. Several others follow closely behind.
The formation descending through the clouds. Sunlight across their metallic surfaces.
Below them, an enormous island emerges from the ocean. Green countryside. Ponds. Playgrounds. Clusters of modest countryside houses.
At the center of the island a massive mansion, surrounded by enormous gray industrial facilities.
Long runways extending across the island. The jets descending toward them.
EXT. ISLAND – DAY
The jets touching down one after another.
Cargo containers are being unloaded from the jets. Skrulls moving between the aircraft, directing the operation.
Nearby, HUMAN MILITARY PERSONNEL standing still. Green veins pulse visibly along their necks. A strong wind sweeping across the runway. The sun overhead.
THE NEW ELARIS REACH
A SKRULL, dressed in a tight blue suit, approaching. He is carrying a long black coat folded over one arm.
He offers his hand. Zorak looks at it, then they shake.
SKRULL (RELEASING HIS HAND) - Hello. I'm the lead doctor here. Very soon, we'll begin the process.
SKRULL DOCTOR- Varyn instructed us to prepare an advanced vibranium arm for you.
Zorak glances toward the facilities.
ZORAK- Gravik is in charge of everything.
SKRULL DOCTOR - You should speak with Varyn.
The Doctor turns and walks away. Zorak watching him. Zorak touches his communicator.
ZORAK (INTO COMM) - Varyn, whats happening? Isn't Gravik incharge of everthing.
VARYN(V.O.) - I know. He's not well. He won't last much longer.
Zorak looking down at his metal arm.
VARYN (V.O.) - The chemicals. Install your new arm. And wear the black coat.
ZORAK- And this island is ready for our skrull civilians. There will be still enough houses.
VARYN (V.O.) - Welcome to Elaris Reach. Our skrull children are free now as Gravik promised.
ZORAK(SMILING) - Families will be happy after four decades? Gravik did it.
He stepping closer to the soldiers.
ZORAK(INTO COMM) - Command the human military to bring the Skrull civilians here.
CUT TO BLACK.
END OF PART II
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