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.
RODEY
Everyone in?
Talos looks around.
TALOS
Where's G'iah?
WALKER
Didn't see her come here.
Talos immediately turns back toward the ramp.
TALOS
I'm going back.
He steps forward, Bucky blocks him gently but firmly.
BUCKY
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 (exhales, 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 (Looks 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, eyes scanning the horizon through the glass.
Talos sits beside him. Walker leans back slightly. Three Skrull commanders 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 toward 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. IOWA – 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, Bucky first, scanning the surroundings. Yelena right behind him, Walker follows, walking steady now, then Rhodey. He steps down carefully, gripping the side for support. His movement is slow.
Talos and the three Skrull commanders 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, casual as ever. 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.
END OF PART II
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