"Tesseract located."
Everyone in the room shifts, their focus intensifying. Clark, standing near the control panel, looks over at Natasha, who's standing across the room. Bruce, standing beside her, eyes the screen nervously.
CLARK
(stepping forward, tense)
We've found it.
But before anyone can say another word, the hellicarrier shudders violently. The entire ship trembles as an explosion rocks the hull. The walls shake, alarms blare, and the floor beneath their feet cracks.
NATASHA ROMANOFF
(ducking, alarmed)
What the hell?!
BRUCE BANNER
(shaken)
That's not just a small hit...
Another explosion rips through the ship, this time sending Natasha and Bruce tumbling through the floor, falling down several levels.
CLARK
(shouting)
Natasha!
But it's too late. The explosion splits the floor beneath them, and they both crash down into the next lower level.
Natasha groans as she hits the ground hard. She's quick to roll to her feet, but Bruce—his breathing ragged, face pale—is already starting to tremble. His muscles bulge beneath his shirt as he grows, the green tint of the Hulk beginning to take over.
NATASHA ROMANOFF
(urgently)
Bruce, no! Don't—
But it's too late. His body morphs quickly, larger, stronger, the transformation painful and uncontrollable. His eyes glow green with rage.
HULK
(roaring)
HULK SMASH!
He slams his fist into the metal flooring, causing cracks to spread through the structure of the ship.
The ship continues to shake, the explosion having taken its toll. SHIELD agents rush to their posts, desperately trying to stabilize the ship, but it's clear they're losing control.
STEVE ROGERS
(urgently, over comms)
We need to help them! The ship's going down!
TONY STARK
(angrily)
This isn't just a damn malfunction! Someone's attacking us from the inside.
Explosions erupt across the ship's surface as ASSAULT TEAMS deploy from enemy ships, weapons blazing. Gunfire rattles through the air. The hellicarrier begins to tilt as it loses altitude, struggling to maintain flight.
THOR
(gripping his hammer, furious)
Loki...
Thor storms toward the hold, his eyes filled with determination. He needs to stop his brother before the ship is lost.
STEVE ROGERS
(turning to Tony, focused)
We need to help, now.
TONY STARK
(putting on his helmet)
I'm on it.
STEVE ROGERS
(shouting)
Clark, stay with Banner!
Clark nods, eyes already scanning for any sign of the Hulk.
CLARK
(on comms, calm)
I'll handle this.
Thor takes off, soaring across the deck to the massive, fortified holding cell where Loki is contained. He flies through the air, ready to strike.
TONY STARK
(joking over comms, flying out in his suit)
Can't let Thor have all the fun!
STEVE ROGERS
(gritting his teeth)
Stay focused, Stark!
INT. HELICARRIER – LOWER LEVEL – DAY
Meanwhile, Clark races through the chaos of the lower levels, his super-speed a blur as he searches for Natasha and the increasingly dangerous Hulk. He stops short as he sees Natasha, ducking and rolling as the Hulk swipes at her.
NATASHA ROMANOFF
(gritting her teeth)
Clark, get him out of here! I can't hold him off for long!
Clark doesn't hesitate. He moves so fast that he's almost invisible, zipping between Natasha and the Hulk.
CLARK
(urgent, calm)
Bruce, listen to me. You're not the Hulk right now. Fight it.
But Hulk doesn't listen. His eyes burn with rage. He swings his massive fist at Clark, and though Clark dodges with ease, the force of the swing creates a shockwave that knocks Natasha back.
HULK
(roaring)
HULK ANGRY!
Clark looks over to Natasha, who's struggling to stay on her feet as she recovers from the blast.
CLARK
(intense)
Get to safety.
Without waiting for a response, Clark flies toward the Hulk, slamming into him with the force of a speeding train. The impact shakes the ship, but the Hulk only grunts, throwing a punch at Clark that connects with his chest.
The hit should have sent any normal person flying, but Clark barely flinches. He grabs Hulk's arm mid-swing, twisting it behind his back and holding him in place.
CLARK
(grimacing, focused)
Bruce, you need to calm down. You're stronger than this.
The Hulk roars again, but Clark holds fast, his grip unyielding. Hulk struggles, but Clark's strength is too much to overcome. As the battle rages on, the Helicarrier continues its descent, and the rest of the team races to restore order.
Clark Kent is in the midst of an intense battle with the Hulk. The massive green beast roars, charging at Clark, fists swinging wildly. Clark doesn't rely on his full strength, instead using his speed and agility to dodge and redirect the Hulk's attacks.
CLARK
(calm but firm)
Bruce, I know you're in there. We can fix this.
The Hulk smashes through the wall, narrowly missing Clark. Instead of using brute force, Clark evades, moving in quick bursts, staying just out of the Hulk's reach. He tries to calm the situation, aiming to talk Bruce down.
CLARK
(softly, trying to reason)
Bruce, you're not the Hulk. I know you can hear me. Fight it.
The Hulk roars again, frustrated, charging forward in a fury. Clark spins behind him, tapping Hulk on the shoulder before quickly moving to the other side. Hulk swings his fists around wildly, but Clark remains just out of range.
CLARK
(trying to stay patient)
You don't have to do this.
Clark then wraps his arms around the Hulk's torso—not to subdue him, but to gently hold him in place, hoping his presence will offer a sense of stability. Hulk struggles, but Clark doesn't use his full strength—he's merely using enough to prevent the beast from destroying everything in his path.
CLARK
(quiet, pleading)
Bruce, I know you're in there. We can fix this... You're not alone.
But the Hulk's rage continues to grow, and Clark, struggling to keep up, starts to lose his patience. In a moment of frustration, Clark delivers a precise blow to Hulk's temple—just enough to knock him out. The Hulk's eyes glaze over, and the beast collapses, unconscious.
Clark breathes heavily, wiping the sweat from his brow. His expression is a mixture of exhaustion and regret.
CLARK
(sighs)
Sorry, Bruce.
He stands over the Hulk's massive body, realizing that the situation has escalated. Natasha moves over to him, helping stabilize the area.
Meanwhile, the Helicarrier is still spiraling out of control, and Iron Man is desperately working to restore the ship's systems. The descent is accelerating, and the ship's tilt is only worsening.
TONY STARK
(urgently, over comms)
Clark, I need backup here. We've got a serious problem!
CLARK
(serious, focused)
I'm on it.
Without hesitation, Clark speeds outside in a blur of motion, focusing his strength not on brute force, but on steadying the massive ship, catching it mid-air. He doesn't strain himself, but uses his precision to stabilize the vessel, preventing it from crashing.
CLARK
(quietly to himself)
Stay steady...
TONY STARK
(voice on comms, relieved)
Nice work. Keep it up—just hold it steady until I finish these repairs!
Clark continues to hold the Helicarrier steady, his hands firmly gripping the massive structure. The wind whips around him as he keeps the ship from plummeting, his jaw set with determination.
CLARK
(to himself, straining slightly)
Come on, Stark. Fix this already.
INT. HELICARRIER – CORRIDORS – DAY
Natasha Romanoff moves cautiously through the dimly lit hallways. The ship's systems flicker erratically, alarms blaring in the background. She's armed and alert, scanning for threats.
Suddenly, she hears footsteps echoing ahead. She raises her weapon, her expression sharp and focused. Out of the shadows steps Clint Barton, his movements precise and his eyes cold—clearly under Loki's control.
NATASHA ROMANOFF
(surprised but calm)
Clint...
CLINT BARTON
(taunting)
You should've stayed out of this, Nat.
He fires an arrow at her without hesitation. Natasha ducks and rolls, narrowly avoiding the projectile as it explodes against the wall behind her. She takes cover, her voice steady as she calls out.
NATASHA ROMANOFF
(softly)
Clint, this isn't you. Whatever Loki's done, we'll fix it.
Clint doesn't respond. He launches another arrow, this time aiming to corner her. Natasha moves quickly, darting between cover and using the tight corridors to her advantage.
NATASHA ROMANOFF
(determined)
Fine. You want a fight? Let's do this.
She sprints forward, closing the gap between them. Clint draws his bow for a final shot, but Natasha disarms him with a swift kick. The bow clatters to the ground, and the two engage in hand-to-hand combat.
Their fight is intense but measured—Natasha fights to incapacitate, not harm. Clint, however, is relentless, his moves precise but mechanical, like a puppet on strings.
Finally, Natasha uses his momentum against him, flipping him onto his back. She quickly delivers a precise blow to his temple, knocking him out cold.
NATASHA ROMANOFF
(slightly breathless)
Sorry, Clint.
She kneels beside him, checking his pulse to ensure he's okay. Then she grabs his bow and sets it aside, securing him to prevent further harm.
Suddenly, her earpiece crackles to life.
STEVE ROGERS (COMMS)
Natasha, report.
NATASHA ROMANOFF
(standing)
I've got Barton. He's down but alive.
STEVE ROGERS (COMMS)
Good. Regroup at the command center. We've got bigger problems.
Natasha takes a moment to look at her unconscious teammate, her expression softening.
NATASHA ROMANOFF
(quietly, to herself)
We'll fix this, Clint.
She grabs his gear and moves out, heading toward the command center.
EXT. HELICARRIER – OUTSIDE – DAY
Clark is still holding the Helicarrier steady, sweat beading on his forehead as he maintains the immense weight with steady ease.
TONY STARK (COMMS)
(almost done)
Okay, big guy, you're clear in about 30 seconds. Just hold it steady—don't go all Hercules on us yet.
Clark smirks slightly, even as the strain begins to show.
CLARK
(slight chuckle)
Noted.
The ship stabilizes as Iron Man completes the repairs, but the tension remains high. The battle is far from over.
Iron Man moves alongside him, assisting with stabilizing the ship's damage while Clark continues to keep it aloft, relying more on his control and less on raw strength.
As the ship starts to regain its balance, Thor makes his way through the Helicarrier's corridors, determined to confront Loki. Loki, meanwhile, has just escaped his holding cell and is smirking from the shadows.
LOKI
(mockingly)
You've finally figured it out, brother.
Thor's eyes narrow as he steps forward, his hammer crackling with energy.
THOR
(grim)
Loki, it's over.
But Loki's face twists with a knowing smile, and he steps aside, revealing a hidden control panel. He presses a button, and the floor beneath Thor shifts.
Before Thor can react, the ground opens, and Loki shoves him down into a high-tech cell, slamming the door shut. Thor roars in frustration, but the cell is sealed tight.
LOKI
(smirking)
Not so fast, my dear brother. You're trapped now.
He presses another button, and the cell begins to plummet, Thor's body jostling as the fall accelerates.
LOKI
(grinning)
Let's see how you handle this.
Back at the command center, the situation is still chaotic, but Clark has stabilized the ship, and the team regroups. The explosion, the falling ship, and the fighting have taken a toll on everyone.
STEVE ROGERS
(urgently, to the team)
We need to find Loki—and fast. He's already made his move.
TONY STARK
(sarcastic)
Thor's probably going to need a minute before he can help with that.
CLARK
(determined, looking at the team)
We find him—before he causes more damage.
The tension rises, knowing that Loki's plan isn't over, and the team prepares for the next phase of their mission.