The Quinjet hovers above the city, silent against the night sky. Below, Loki stands on a raised platform, delivering his ominous speech to the fearful crowd kneeling before him.
LOKI
(loud and commanding)
Bow before me, humans. Kneel, and you will know your place in this new world. This is your destiny—to serve and be ruled by the true god of this realm.
The crowd, terror in their eyes, begins to kneel. But one OLD MAN stands tall, his voice cutting through the silence.
OLD MAN
(defiant)
Not to a man like you!
Loki's smile twists into a sneer. He steps forward, rage bubbling under the surface.
LOKI
(mocking)
There are no men like me.
OLD MAN
(calm, resolute)
There are always men like you.
Loki's patience snaps. With a growl, he raises his scepter, its dark energy crackling with power, ready to strike down the defiant man. But before he can deliver the fatal blow—
Inside the Quinjet, Clark Kent, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, and Bruce Banner monitor the situation on the screen. Tension fills the air as Loki makes his move.
STEVE
(quietly)
Loki's making his move.
CLARK
(steady, focused)
We're moving now.
Without a word, Clark opens the hatch and leaps out of the Quinjet, moving at the speed of light. The blur of his motion is barely visible to the naked eye, but his destination is clear—Stuttgart Square.
EXT. STUTTGART SQUARE – NIGHT
Loki is just about to bring his scepter down when Clark lands in front of the old man with a thunderous crash. The shockwave shakes the square, sending the crowd scattering in fear. Clark stands tall, his aura one of absolute authority.
Loki's eyes widen in disbelief as he turns to face this new arrival.
LOKI
(angry, incredulous)
You? Who do you think you are?
Before Loki can react further, Clark stomps forward. His boot lands with earth-shaking force, sending cracks through the ground beneath him. Loki is knocked backward, sprawling on the pavement. Before he can regain his bearings, Clark brings his foot down, pinning Loki's chest with effortless strength.
Loki struggles beneath the immense weight, but Clark's boot remains immovable, like a mountain of power.
LOKI
(struggling, furious)
Get off me! You think you can—
Loki pushes against Clark's foot, but it doesn't budge. The more he strains, the more his energy fades, his struggle futile against Clark's overwhelming strength.
LOKI
(angry, desperate)
You think you can stop me? I am a god!
CLARK
(calm, unyielding)
You're not a god, Loki. Just a man with delusions.
Loki's eyes flicker with rage and fear as he desperately claws at the ground, his energy futilely surging. Clark stands unyielding, his expression stoic. His foot presses harder into Loki's chest, a quiet power radiating from him.
LOKI
(gasping, weak)
You can't do this... you can't keep me here forever!
CLARK
(low, stern)
Consider this your lesson in humility.
Loki roars in frustration, trying to summon every ounce of his power, but it's hopeless. His magic falters. His body trembles in defeat. He is utterly immobilized, unable to move.
LOKI
(trembling with rage)
You'll regret this!
CLARK
(slowly, coolly)
No, Loki. The only thing you'll regret is thinking you were the only one who could wield power.
Clark leans down slightly, keeping his foot firmly planted on Loki's chest. The defeated god glares up at him, fury and frustration radiating from his every fiber. The crowd, now seeing their oppressor subdued, begins to rise to their feet. A sense of hope spreads through them as they witness Loki's defeat.
STEVE (O.S.)
(from the Quinjet, voice over comm)
Clark... should we come down?
CLARK
(looking up, still holding Loki)
Stay back. I've got this.
Loki's eyes narrow with fear and hatred. He knows he's beaten, but his pride won't allow him to admit it. He glares at Clark, towering over him like a force of nature.
LOKI
(weakly, threatening)
You won't get away with this... I will—
Clark shakes his head, his expression hardening.
CLARK
(calmly)
Stay down, Loki. You're done.
Loki's gaze shifts from defiance to resignation. He knows there's nothing left for him here.
The team inside the Quinjet watches as Clark easily holds Loki down. Steve glances at Natasha, both sharing a look of approval.
STEVE
(grinning)
Now that's how you deal with a god.
NATASHA
(smiling slightly)
Not even close.
Clark stands tall, his foot still planted firmly on Loki's chest. Loki, now completely helpless, is pinned beneath him, his body trembling with impotent rage. The crowd begins to cheer, slowly, as they realize their oppressor is defeated. Clark looks down at him one last time, his expression unwavering.
CLARK
(quietly, resolutely)
You're not a god, Loki. You never were.
Suddenly, a jet engine roars in the distance, cutting through the air, and moments later, the unmistakable blare of AC/DC's "Back in Black" fills the scene. Iron Man comes in hot, landing with a controlled but powerful thud, kicking up debris as he touches down. His armored form gleams in the fading light, the iconic music blasting out of his suit's speakers.
TONY STARK
(joking)
Well, well. Missed all the fun, huh?
He eyes the subdued Loki and then turns to the others.
TONY STARK
(mock disappointment)
Seriously, you didn't even need me?
CLARK
(smirking)
You were late.
TONY STARK
(mock offended)
Late? I prefer to call it "fashionably delayed."
He approaches Loki' pulling out special energy restraining cuffs from his suit. With a few quick motions, he secures Loki with them, ensuring he can no longer use his magic.
TONY STARK
(sarcastic)
You might think you're a god, but you're just another villain with a fancy scepter.
LOKI
(furious, still defiant)
I am Loki, of Asgard! You can't keep me here!
TONY STARK
(shrugs, uninterested)
Sure, sure. Heard it all before.
(turning to Clark)
Nice job, though. Didn't even break a sweat.
CLARK
(slightly bemused)
It wasn't about strength. It's about knowing when to act.
They bord the Quinjet and start heading back towards the Hali carrier the jet soars through the night sky, thunder rumbles in the distance as the clouds gather ominously. The sound of lightning cracks across the sky, signaling a growing storm that matches the dark mood of the team. The sense of unease builds as they head into uncertain territory.
TONY STARK
(looking out the window, chuckling)
Ah, great. The weather's giving me that "end of the world" vibe.
The Quinjet speeds onward, the thunder echoing louder, as the storm rages ahead, signaling that this mission is far from over.