INT. ANALYSIS ROOM – DAY
Deputy Director Maria Hill stood before several monitors, facing the members of the World Security Council. Their expressions were as cold and unreadable as ever, their voices detached yet scrutinizing.
"Deputy Director Hill, we've reviewed your report on the capture of the subject known as Loki. However, S.H.I.E.L.D. has yet to recover the Tesseract. How exactly is your agency handling its retrieval?" COUNCILWOMAN 1 inquired.
Hill remained composed, though she had already answered this question in her reports written to the Council several hours earlier.
"As stated in my report, Tony Stark, Dr. Bruce Banner, and Benjamin Tennyson are currently working to locate the Tesseract. Their efforts are ongoing."
A second Council Member leaned forward, his voice laced with skepticism.
"We've read your reports, Deputy, but you also mentioned the possibility that Loki's capture was orchestrated—that he allowed himself to be taken as part of a larger strategy to buy time. Is that correct?" COUNCILMAN 1, posed another issue of concerns.
Hill gave a small nod.
"Yes. Both Captain Steve Rogers and Ben Tennyson have expressed concerns that Loki's capture was too easy. His own brother, Thor, has also stated that Loki is rarely without an ulterior motive. Given how little resistance he put up, it's highly likely he wanted to be taken in."
Another council member, a Councilwoman, frowned at this.
"Then doesn't he pose a serious flight risk aboard the Helicarrier? Can you assure us that security measures are sufficient?" COUNCILWOMAN 2.
Her concern was valid. The Helicarrier was a marvel of cutting-edge technology—a symbol of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s power and reach. A potential breakout, especially one orchestrated by Loki, could be catastrophic. If the worst happened, the carrier itself could be brought down.
Hill's expression remained firm. As she goes on to explain and reassure members of the Council.
"I can assure you, Councilwoman, that Loki is being held in the Helicarrier's containment bay—a chamber specifically designed to hold something far more dangerous than him. It was built to withstand the force of the Hulk, including a 30,000-foot drop straight into the North Atlantic if necessary."
The Council exchanged looks, processing her response.
Then, Councilman 2 finally spoke, the tension in the room shifting.
"That's all well and good, but there's another matter we need to address. According to your report, Benjamin Tennyson's abilities stem from extraterrestrial technology rather than any natural mutation or enhancement. Is that correct?" COUNCILMAN 2
Hill took a measured breath before replying.
"That is a possibility, Councilman. However, the full extent of this information is still under analysis. That being said, there is reasonable cause for this conclusion. Tennyson is the who relayed this information during a discussion he had with Dr Bruce Banner in the Lab." She took another measure paused before continuing, " In which he explained that he wields what he refers to as the OmniMatrix or Omnitrix, a device worn on his left wrist that allows him to transform into—"
She was abruptly cut off. By COUNCILWOMAN 1 "Have you personally witnessed him using this device to activate his abilities?"
The room fell silent as the weight of the question settled. Hill broke the silence.
"No, Councilwoman. However, Natasha Romanoff has confirmed that she personally witnessed Tennyson using the device to transform. That said, this could very well be a misdirection on Tennyson's part," Hill explained.
Tennyson wasn't a fool by any means. Revealing information about his abilities while aboard the Helicarrier—knowing full well that his and Banner's activities were likely being monitored—meant one of two things. Either he was deliberately misleading everyone about the true extent of his powers, and it was working. Or he was so confident in his abilities that he knew no one could take or use the device he called the Omnitrix against him.
If it was the latter, even if S.H.I.E.L.D. somehow found a way to remove the Omnitrix, there was no guarantee it would work for anyone else. They could try to extract information from him—figure out how the biotechnology functioned—but for all they knew, he could trick whoever attempted to use it into transforming into something uncontrollable, something monstrous.
There was too much they didn't know, and Hill wasn't about to make a move on a target whose limits were still a mystery.
"In that the case? How confident is S.H.I.E.L.D in finding a way to contain Tennyson and retrieve this device—the 'OmniMatrix,' as it's written in your reports?" Councilman 3 pressed. Clearly interested in acquiring this piece of technology—if Tennyson's words were to be believed.
Hill crossed her arms and took a step closer to the dimly lit monitors, partially obscuring the Council's faces. Her expression was serious as she finally spoke the words that had been weighing on her mind.
"We have zero confidence in containing Benjamin Stewart Tennyson at this moment, given the information currently available to us. We have no idea what he is truly capable of—what he could potentially turn into under the right circumstances. Aside from what he's already demonstrated publicly, we've only managed to identify six possible weaknesses across three of the ten transformations we've observed."
She let her words sink in, watching as the weight of the situation settled over the Council. As much as it pained her to admit, this was the reality S.H.I.E.L.D. faced.
A few moments later, Hill stepped out of the analysis room, exhaling a deep sigh. She made her way back to the control bridge, her thoughts racing.
She hadn't told the Council everything.
Especially not about Tennyson collecting Thor's DNA.
And for good reason.
INT. HELICARRIER LAB - NIGHT
The lab thrums with palpable tension, illuminated by the soft glow of monitors and the frenetic flicker of holographic displays. Bruce Banner, his brow furrowed in concentration, leans over a complex array of gamma readings. Nearby, Tony Stark's fingers fly across a sleek keyboard, crafting algorithms with the same ease he might sketch a blueprint for a new suit.
Ben leans casually against a console, exuding a relaxed confidence that belies the intensity of the room. His gaze darts among three holographic screens projected from a high-tech black wrist band, with a long glowing green slit.
He wore on his right wrist. One screen showcases a SHIELD satellite map, dotted with blinking indicators that pulse like a heartbeat, each representing a search radius expanding across the globe.
Bruce studies the scanner intently, his voice low and thoughtful. "The gamma readings are definitely consistent with Selvig's reports on the Tesseract... But it's going to take weeks to process all this data."
With a grin, Tony interjects, his eyes glinting with mischief. "If we bypass their mainframe and reroute directly to the Homer cluster, we could clock this at around six hundred teraflops."
Without looking up, Ben types one-handed, multitasking effortlessly. "Adding Tennyson Industries ' satellite array to the cluster. That will push it to eight hundred. I've already patched Jarvis and Olivia into their network." Ben smirks at Tony, a glint of playful rivalry in his eyes. "Don't worry—I firewalled your baby. Wouldn't want him picking up any bad habits."
Bruce chuckles, shaking his head. "All I packed was a toothbrush."
Ben grins back, tapping his wrist device to zoom out the satellite map. "You're not the only one who comes prepared. SHIELD's grid was outdated anyway. I've reconfigured all their birds to scan specifically for gamma spikes. We'll have a lock on Loki before he finishes his villain monologue."
Raising an eyebrow, Tony leans in, intrigued. "Cute toy. Let me guess—prototype from Tennyson R&D?"
"Multipurpose," Ben replies, deadpan, a hint of pride in his voice. "Does everything but make coffee. Still working on that."
" So, when are you going to let me have a look at that watch of yours the one that's turns you into all those fun aliens. " Tony inquired eagerly eyeing the Omnitrix on Ben's other wrist.
"Hmm... How, about a minute after never such o'clock." Ben said finally, rubbing his chin in amusement.
A soft chuckle escapes Bruce, momentarily breaking the tension. The hum of the lab intensifies with their collaborative energy. Outside the massive windows, the night sky stretches endlessly, a canvas of stars, oblivious to the chaos brewing beneath. In this moment, amidst the whir of technology and the sharp minds at work, the fate of the world hangs delicately in the balance.
INT. HELICARRIER – HALLWAY – NIGHT
Maria Hill moved through the corridors of the Helicarrier, her posture as composed as ever, but her thoughts far less settled.
The Avengers Initiative.
Nick Fury had put everything on the line for this project. It was a gamble, bringing together individuals who had no real reason to trust each other, let alone function as a team. But the bigger gamble wasn't the personalities—it was the power.
Captain America was enhanced, but he was still human.
Banner was an unpredictable factor, but at least S.H.I.E.L.D. had data on the Hulk's triggers.
Thor, though a god, seemed bound by some sense of honor.
And Tony Stark? He was arrogant, but his limitations were clear—his body, his suit, and his ego.
Benjamin Tennyson, however, was different. Unlike Thor's and Loki's history which can be date back thousandths of years back in human history, if all the story about them form nores mythology were to believed. Ben just seemed to appear out of nowhere two years ago.
Add to the fact there was no baseline to measure him against. The Omnitrix if really led to believe is the source of his abilities, was unlike any known technology on Earth—mostly like wasn't made on Earth. And while Tennyson had been cooperative so far, his potential was completely uncharted territory.
The fact that he had managed to scan Thor's DNA mid-mission just by being in range was concerning. Not because he had been malicious about it—he had even explained the process when asked—but it just meant the limits of his transformations were still an unknown variable.
Could he now turn into Thor? The Hulk? Everything was now on the table.
S.H.I.E.L.D. didn't have those answers yet. And Maria didn't like dealing with unknowns.
By the time she stepped onto the control bridge, she had buried her thoughts behind a mask of professionalism. She had a job to do, and right now, that meant debriefing with Fury.
He was waiting.
"How did it go?" Fury asked, his voice calm but carrying that ever-present weight of authority.
Hill stepped beside him, hands clasped behind her back."I followed standard protocol, sir. The Council wanted to hear directly from me, updates on Loki's capture, the Tesseract, and…" she hesitated for just a fraction of a second, "Tennyson."
Fury glanced at her, waiting for the rest.
"I told them the truth. And that we have no way to contain Tennyson right now. His full capabilities are still unknown, and while we've identified a few weaknesses, we have no way of knowing how many more transformations he has access to or what their limits or abilities are."
Fury nodded slightly, unsurprised. "And what did they think of that?"
"They weren't pleased," Hill admitted.
Fury huffed a quiet breath of amusement. "Sounds about right."
A moment passed before he asked, "And what about the Thor situation?"
Hill shook her head. "I didn't include that in my report."
Fury studied her for a second, then gave a small, approving nod. "Good call."
He turned his attention back to the bridge, where agents were busy monitoring communications and tracking energy signatures.
"You think the Council would want to interfere?" Hill asked.
"I don't think. I know." Fury's voice was firm. "Right now they see Tennyson as a kid with potential a powerful tool. An asset—one they don't control. If they knew he could replicate Asgardian biology, they'd want him locked up in a lab, as soon as possible no matter the risk involved, taking him or the device apart piece by piece. To try and replicate his abilities, for their own."
Hill exhaled quietly, unsurprised but still unsettled. " Just like the super-soldier serum. " Hill muttered under her breath.
Fury continued, his voice lowering slightly. "We already have enough on our plate with Loki and the Tesseract. Until we know exactly what we're dealing with, I'd rather keep the Council out of this particular mess."
Hill nodded, understanding. Despite her by-the-book nature, she had learned to trust Fury's instincts. He didn't withhold information lightly—only when necessary. And right now? This was necessary.
"You still think I follow the rules too much?" she asked, only half-joking.
Fury smirked slightly, the expression barely noticeable. "You're learning. Maybe one day, you'll even surprise me."
Hill didn't say it out loud, but she knew what that meant. Fury had plans for her—plans beyond being his second-in-command. He saw something in her, something worth molding. Maybe even something worth leading one day.
But for now, they had a war to prepare for.
And Benjamin Tennyson was still an unknown factor.
INT. BANNER'S LAB – NIGHT
"Come on," Tony grinned, leaning casually against a console. "You should swing by Stark Tower sometime. Top ten floors, all R&D. You'd love it—it's like candy land."
Banner's smile faded slightly, memories surfacing. "Thanks, but the last time I was in New York, I kinda… broke Harlem."
"Hey, I promise a stress-free environment. No tension. No surprises."
Just then, ever the prankster, Tony jabbed Banner with a miniature electrical prod.
"OW!" Banner yelped, startled.
Steve Rogers walked in just in time to witness the stunt, his expression shifting to one of disbelief.
"Hey! Are you nuts?" he snapped at Tony.
Tony's gaze flicked to Banner, studying him. "Nothing?"
Steve's eyes narrowed. "You really have got a lid on it, haven't you? What's your secret? Mellow jazz? Bongo drums? Huge bag of weed?"
"Is everything a joke to you?" Steve pressed, his frustration bubbling beneath the surface.
"Funny things are," Tony quipped, unfazed.
"Threatening the safety of everyone on this ship isn't funny. No offense, Doctor," Steve added, his voice rising.
"It's alright," Banner said, holding up a hand. "I wouldn't have come aboard if I couldn't handle pointy things."
Ben, watching quietly from the side, decided to step in before things got out of hand. The tension was inevitable when two opposing ideologies clashed, but if this escalated further, they'd all regret it.
Tony leaned closer to Banner, a playful glint in his eye. "You're tiptoeing, big man. You need to strut."
"And you need to focus on the problem, Mr. Stark," Steve countered firmly.
Tony's smirk faltered slightly as he leaned back, crossing his arms. "You think I'm not? Why did Fury call us in now? Why not before? What isn't he telling us? I can't do the equation unless I have all the variables."
"You think Fury's hiding something?" Steve asked, skepticism creeping into his tone.
"He's a spy, Captain. The spy. His secrets have secrets." Tony gestured toward Banner. "It's bugging them too, isn't it?"
Banner hesitated, choosing his words carefully. He glanced at Ben, who gave him a curt nod—encouraging him to speak his mind.
"Uh… I just wanna finish my work here and—"
"Doctor?" Steve interrupted, sensing the weight of the moment. The brief exchange between Tennyson and Banner didn't go unnoticed. Stark questioning Fury was one thing. But Ben and Banner quietly agreeing? That was something else.
Especially considering the conversation Steve and Ben had on the Quinjet earlier.
A beat passed as Banner gathered his thoughts. Finally, he said, "A warm light for all mankind."
Steve frowned. "I heard it."
Banner pointed at Tony. "Well, I think that was meant for you."
Tony held out a bag of blueberries toward Banner, unfazed. "Even if Barton didn't post that all over the news."
"The Stark Tower? That big ugly—" Steve caught Tony's glare and quickly corrected himself. "—building in New York?"
"It's powered by Stark Reactors. A self-sustaining energy source. That building will run itself for what, a year?" Banner mused.
"That's just the prototype," Tony replied smoothly. He stole a glance at Ben, who seemed content staying out of the conversation.
"Then why didn't SHIELD bring Stark in on the Tesseract project? What are they doing in the energy business in the first place?" Banner pressed.
Tony shrugged, but his next words carried a quiet excitement. "I should probably look into that. My decryption program's been running since I hit the bridge. In a few hours, we'll know every dirty secret SHIELD's ever tried to hide."
Steve's eyes widened. "I'm sorry, did you say—?"
"Jarvis has been cracking it the whole time," Tony confirmed nonchalantly. He held out the blueberries again. "Blueberry?"
"And yet you're confused about why they didn't want you involved?" Steve shot back, exasperated.
Tony ignored him, instead turning to Banner. "Tell me none of this smells a little funky to you."
Ben chimed in at this moment, his eyes fixing on Steve. " Stark's right about this one, Captain. Fury only tells us what he decides we need to know." He met Steve's gaze, his tone firm but respectful. "Never trust a spy—no matter how shiny the badge."
Steve frowned, troubled. "You're saying we ignore orders?"
Ben shook his head. "I'm saying we keep both eyes open. Or you might fall in a pite that hard to calm out off," He glanced at Banner, shifting to a lighter yet serious tone. " Also Doc's got a better handle on his… issues than most. If he says he's good, he's good."
Tony raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Since when are you the zen master?"
Ben shot him a warning look. "Don't push your luck."
Then, returning his focus to Steve, he added, "You want my advice, Captain? Trust the team, not the bureaucracy. Fury's more of a politician than he lets on."
Tony clapped his hands, grinning. "Well said, kid. There's hope for you yet."
Ben clicked his tongue in annoyance at being called a 'kid' again.
"Let's just focus on the mission," Steve interjected, trying to ground the conversation. "I think Loki's trying to wind us up. This is a man who means to start a war. If we don't stay focused, he'll succeed. We have orders—we should follow them."
Tony scoffed. "Following orders isn't really my style."
Steve smirked slightly. "And you're all about style, aren't you?"
Tony's expression darkened just a fraction. "Of the people in this room, which one is: A. wearing a spangly outfit, and B. not of use?"
Banner, sensing the tension, interjected. "Steve, tell me none of this feels off to you."
Steve considered the implications for a long moment, but his soldier's instinct wouldn't let him dwell on it. They had a mission.
"Find the Cube," Steve finally said before walking out.
A beat of silence followed.
Ben let out a long sigh, standing up. "I'm gonna grab something to eat," he said, switching off the holographic display. "Call me if you find something."
And with that, he left, leaving Tony and Banner to their work.
INT. HELICARRIER DETENTION SECTION – NIGHT
Loki paced inside his glass cell, an air of confidence surrounding him. Suddenly, he halted, sensing a presence.
"There's not many people that can sneak up on me," he remarked, turning to find Natasha standing there.
"But you figured I'd come," she replied, steady and unyielding.
"After whatever tortures Fury can concoct, you would appear as a friend, as a balm. And I would cooperate."
"I want to know what you've done to Agent Barton."
Loki smirked. "I'd say I've expanded his mind."
"And once you've won? Once you're king of the mountain, what happens to his mind?"
"Is this love, Agent Romanoff?"
"Love is for children. I owe him a debt."
Loki sat down, intrigued. "Tell me."
Natasha pulled up a chair, her expression serious. "Before I worked for SHIELD, I made a name for myself. I have a very specific skill set. I didn't care who I used it for. I got on SHIELD's radar in a bad way. Agent Barton was sent to kill me, but he made a different call."
"And what will you do if I vow to spare him?" Loki asked, leaning forward.
"Not let you out."
Loki laughed, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "Ah, no. But I like this. Your world in the balance, and you bargain for one man?"
"Regimes fall every day. I tend not to weep over that. I'm Russian… or was."
"What is it you want?"
"It's really not that complicated. I've got red in my ledger; I'd like to wipe it out."
"Can you?" Loki challenged, rising with intensity. "Can you wipe out that much red? Drakov's daughter? São Paulo? The hospital fire? Barton told me everything. Your ledger is dripping, gushing red. You think saving a man no more virtuous than yourself will change anything?"
"This is the basest sentimentality. A child at prayer… pathetic!"
INT. HELICARRIER BRIDGE – NIGHT
Meanwhile, Steve opened a steel crate in the dimly lit corridor, his anger flaring as he took in the sight inside. The crate was filled with an array of Hydra weapons, their menacing shapes glinting in the light. This was not just a threat; it was a declaration of war.
INT. HELICARRIER DETENTION SECTION – NIGH
Loki's voice echoed in Natasha's mind as she thought of the team working tirelessly at their monitors, Agent Hill scanning every viewscreen on the bridge, and Steve discovering a crate filled with Hydra weapons.
Loki slammed his fist against the glass, making Natasha flinch. "I won't touch Barton. Not until I make him kill you! Slowly. Intimately. In every way he knows you fear! When he wakes just long enough to see his good work, I'll split his skull! This is my bargain, you mewling quim!"
Disgusted, Natasha turned away. "You're a monster."
Loki laughed. "No, you brought the monster."
She faced him, poised and resolute. "So, Banner… that's your play."
"What?" Loki was staggered.
Natasha held out her two fingers linked into comms, "Loki means to unleash the Hulk. Keep Banner in the lab; I'm on my way. Send Thor as well."
With that, she walked out, leaving Loki frozen in his cell, a mix of anger and admiration in his expression.
Before leaving Natasha turned to face Loki one last time, "Thank you for your cooperation." Leaving Loki frozen.
INT. HELICARRIER – CAFETERIA
The hum of the engines provided a constant background noise as Maria Hill stepped into the cafeteria. It was quieter than expected, most agents either on duty or grabbing quick meals elsewhere. Her eyes landed on Ben, sitting alone at a table near the far wall, a half-eaten sandwich on his tray, eyes fixed on a data pad.
She approached casually, making sure not to seem confrontational. The last thing she wanted was to put him on edge.
"Mind if I sit?" she asked.
Ben glanced up, studying her for a moment before nodding. "Go ahead."
Hill sat across from him, setting down her own tray. "Figured I'd take a break before Fury throws another mountain of paperwork my way."
Ben smirked, taking another bite of his sandwich. "Sounds fun."
"You have no idea," she said dryly before letting a beat pass. Then, with careful precision, she continued. "You've been an interesting subject of conversation among the higher-ups."
Ben raised an eyebrow. "Yeah? That doesn't surprise me."
Hill tilted her head slightly. "You're an unknown variable. No records, no history that seem reliable. Yet, you show up with advanced tech on your wrist, work seamlessly with Stark, and even Banner seems comfortable around you. That doesn't happen often."
Ben leaned back, crossing his arms. "You're trying to figure out what my deal is."
"I'm trying to understand," she corrected, keeping her tone light. "Fury brought you in, which means he sees value in you. But that also means he has questions. So do I."
Ben exhaled through his nose, glancing down at the Omnitrix before meeting her gaze again. "And if I don't have good answers?"
Hill shrugged. "Then I hope you at least have honest ones."
Ben was quiet for a moment before he finally spoke. "I'm not from around here."
Hill's expression remained neutral, but her eyes sharpened. " Ad in you're like Thor, we figure as much." Hill nodded, Ben admitted he wasn't human was in SHIELD'S speculation.
Ben set his data pad down. And shook his head. "As in, not from this reality, universe what ever you want to call it."
Hill didn't react immediately, simply processing the statement. "That's a hell of a claim."
"Not asking you to believe it," Ben said simply. "But that's the truth."
Hill studied him, looking for any sign of deception. She found none. "How?"
Ben let out a small chuckle. "If I knew, I'd be working on a way back. Not that I necessarily wanted to go back. "
Hill faces was full of skepticism as she tried to control her expression, " Say, I believe that statement how can you improve that your from another universe."
" I can't for now at least, besides am as human as they come. However, haven't looked into what the difference between my DNA compared to yours. "
Ben admitted, from what he understood most the prevalence of non-mutant and non-Inhuman superbeings is related to Celestial meddling in the far past. The genetic tampering made human being prone to gaining powers either by X-gene activation or by accident (Hulk, Spider-Man, etc).
Hence, place in the same situations he'd most likely die or become greatly disfigured due to his DNA not being tampered with. Unless the One Above All han't already tampered with his genetics.
Another wise if he wanted to recreate the super-soldier serum he mostly won't survive not that he needs it currently any.
" Okay but—" Before Hill continued Ben Omnitrix beeped, Natasha voice came through the comms. "Tennyson Breakfast over we need back in the Lab. "
" Well it seems our conversation ends here agents Hill. " Ben said, as he stood to leave the table grabbed his half eaten sandwiche and leaving Hill alone in her thoughts.