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The Avengers
By Rick Arnold
INT. PENTAGON - DAY
Workers move back and forth across the floor, into and out of offices. Walking down the hall is two men, the first man is tall, dark-skinned with a shaved head, he is in his early 50s. His left eye is covered by an eyepatch. It’s seen from his nametag that he is GENERAL NICK FURY, director of SHIELD. Walking besides him is a shorter man, with dark brown hair, wire-framed glasses and casual dress, he is BRENT STORM, a 32 year old publicist for Stark Industries in New York City. The two are talking to each other.
FURY
Don’t worry about, Storm. Just let me do the talking, and if I need some input, I’ll go to you.
STORM
Do you think they’ll go for it?
FURY
(opening a door)
We’ll find out.
INT. PENTAGON CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY
The two enter the room to find that everyone is already here, including the Secretary of Defense, Bob Morgan, and the Director of Homeland Security, Owen Rapson. Fury and Storm take their seats as Morgan speaks up.
MORGAN
General Fury. Mr. Storm. I understand you have a proposal you wish to present in front of us?
FURY
(pouring some water into a glass)
That is correct, Mr. Secretary.
MORGAN
Well by all means, propose.
Fury takes a sip of water from his glass before standing up.
FURY
Gentlemen, you are aware that the presence to superheroes is prevalent in today’s world. Costumed crimefighters that take to the streets to take down the men that our police forces can’t. Some of these superheroes, like the Fantastic Four, are accepted by the civilians and police alike. Then of course, there’s those like Spider-Man or the X-Men, who aren’t liked by any of them, but continue to fight for the good of this country. But what if there were superheroes that they could look up to and depend on to keep the streets clean. What this country needs is a government-funded superhero organization.
Everyone in the room looks back and forth at each other before Director Rapson speaks up.
RAPSON
Are you saying that the United States Government pays to put more of these costumed freaks out onto the streets?
FURY
With all due respect, Mr. Rapson, super-powered criminals are increasingly plaguing our cities every day. The police can’t arrest someone who can conduct electricity or someone who has the molecular makeup of water. We need a group of highly trained super-powered humans that can successfully capture and detain them.
MORGAN
If such an organization were to be created, we would need someone to represent it. A superhero who defines all that is good in America. Someone who the people would look up to.
FURY
(grinning)
Mr. Secretary, I believe that man you are looking far goes no further then Captain America.
With that, the room erupts into laughter, everyone but Fury and Storm is laughing.
MORGAN
(still laughing)
General, you do realize that Captain America died in the closing days of World War II? There’s no way to recreate the Super Soldier formula anyways, Dr. Abraham Erskine was the only one who knew the formula, he took those notes to his grave. General Phillips shut that project down almost ten years after Captain America died. Unless Captain America himself rose from the grave, it would be impossible to recreate it.
FURY
That’s where you’re wrong, Mr. Secretary. While it is true that Phillips shut the project down in the ‘50s, all the notes were sent to SHIELD directly. We’ve been working on cracking the formula in our labs for close to 10 years. And if Dr. Banner takes our offer, it will ensure that the Super Soldier formula will be on the President’s desk by the end of this year.
The room goes silent, as Morgan thinks it over in his head. Before he replies, Storm finally breaks in.
STORM
Mr. Secretary, if I may say. You should try to examine this from a public relations point of view.
MORGAN
How so?
STORM
No government, with the exception of Canada, has a funded superhero group. Especially one with the roster of potentials we’ve been combing. For instance, Tony Stark himself has come out to say that he would be prepared to join this squad. The kind of press generated from Mr. Stark alone will boost this team right into the spotlight. The merchandising on them alone will generate a substantial amount of money for the government.
MORGAN
(nodding)
You’ve convinced me, you will receive the proper funding, but I expect some results soon. Meeting adjourned.
INT. SHIELD HEADQUARTERS - NIGHT
It is closing in on midnight as Nick Fury and Brett Storm sit down in Fury’s office to go over the list of potential candidates.
STORM
(sipping coffee)
Alright, looks like we have a strong list here. First up, an old friend of yours, Logan, a.k.a. Wolverine.
FURY
(grimacing)
Wolverine isn’t the kind of man fit for government work, atleast not this kind, plus, the whole anti-mutant sentiment could work against us.
STORM
(crossing name off)
Alright, next, Heroes For Hire. The duo of Luke ‘Power Man’ Cage and Iron Fist.
FURY
They could work, but I fear that they may expect a hefty fee in return. Next.
STORM
(crossing names off)
Ahhh... this one should peak your interests. Miss Natasha Romanova, a.k.a. The Black Widow.
EXT. LATVERIAN EMBASSY - NIGHT
A guard stands post on the rooftop, a sniper rifle in his hands. He yawns, looking around and seeing nothing. He lays the rifle down and stands up to stretch. A hand reaches around, covering his mouth, as he’s quickly disabled. Who ever did it is hidden in the shadows. The body is dragged out of view and the hidden assailant steps into view, it’s NATASHA ROMANOV, or THE BLACK WIDOW as she’s known by many. She’s dressed from head to toe in a full body tight-fitting leather catsuit, with a golden utility belt and dual wrist shooters. She moves towards a doorway and enters the building.
INT. LATVERIAN EMBASSY - NIGHT
She enters the building, slinking down the stairs silently.
STORM (V.O.)
A former KGB agent, Miss Romanov is a graduate of The Red Room, a Moscow-based, covert training academy.
Natasha moves around a corner to find two guards at the end, she reaches into her belt and pulls out a small object.
STORM (V.O.)
She carries a utility belt disguised as a fashion accessory. Within the belt is a variety of tools of the spy trade, including a radio transmitter, spring-loaded cables and tear-gas pellets.
A pellet lands between the two guards and ruptures, the gas rises up, causing the two guards to choke. Natasha runs up to them and using her wrist shooters, blasts each guard once.
STORM (V.O.)
She also possess two wrist-mounted shooters, which give her to ability to deliver a nasty shock, which she likes to call ‘The Widow’s Bite’.
INT. AMBASSADOR’S ROOM - NIGHT
The ambassador sits at his desk looking over files, they are marked ‘CONFIDENTIAL’. He closes the files and goes to put them in his desk.
STORM (V.O.)
And here’s the bonus, built into her outfit are microscopic suction cups which allow her to climb walls and ceilings.
Natasha drops from the ceiling, behind the ambassador. She pulls a cable from her belt and strangles the ambassador. He silently dies, gasping for air. The lifeless body falls to the floor with a dull thump. Natasha opens picks up the files and opens them, a grin comes her face.
FURY (V.O.)
Looks like we found ourselves a recruit.
Natasha turns around and sees a large painting on the wall, depicted in the painting is Doctor Victor Von Doom, leader of Latveria.
NATASHA
(blowing a kiss)
It’s been a pleasure, your Holiness.
6/6/2004 9:24:53 PM
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