Originally Posted by
FUBAR007
Since Marvel's continuing to pee in our corn flakes, I'm having ideas again.
Enjoy. Particularly the easter eggs.
PROLOGUE: BACKUP PROTOCOL
CAPTION: Several years ago. Earth-616. Naples, Florida, USA. 11:57 p.m.
EXT. view of a plain, rectangular suburban hospital building in silhouette. A few windows are lit. In front of the building, a sign lit from below reads: Peacefield Extended Care.
INT. view looking down an empty hallway, dimly lit. In the foreground, off to the side, NURSE 1 sits alone behind a counter, her face lit by monitor screens.
NEWS ANCHOR (from one of the screens, a TV): …remain unclear at this hour. However, multiple sources have confirmed that terrorist and former ruler of Genosha, Magneto, was apparently decapitated in the incident. At least one member of the X-Men is believed dead as well, an as yet unidentified adult female. More updates after this quick break. This is Manoli Wetherell, NPR-TV.
INT. view of a room down the hall. In the dark, two patients—a man and a woman—lie silently in twin beds side by side, spaced a few feet apart.
Between the beds, the air begins to ripple. This small area of space quivers and twists as a form begins to appear. Within a few seconds, the outline of a woman settles into shape.
INT. view looking toward the door to the hallway. Hovering between the beds is a thin, elderly woman clad in a form-fitting, blood red body suit. Metal spikes run down the center from her collar to her abdomen as well as down her shoulders and the outside of her arms. Over it, she wears a loose fitting, pale blue robe, open in the front. Her hair is silver-white, put up in a topsy-turvy mop somehow held together by two protruding chopstick pins. Her brow is furrowed. Her eyes are piercing. Her lips are pursed.
This is MADAME SANCTITY.
She looks down at the two comatose patients.
SANCTITY: They had their chance.
Sanctity extends her arms and gestures at the two patients’ heads. A small, pink spark flares in the center of each’s forehead.
The man and woman slowly open their eyes. She murmurs softly. He curtly grunts.
WOMAN: …sssSlym…? Scott?
MAN: >coughs< Jean? What the—Nathan? Where’s Nath--
SANCTITY: You are needed.
EXT. view of the nurse’s station down the hall. NURSE 2, a fit, trim young woman with short red hair, approaches the counter. She’s dressed in nurse’s clothes and sneakers with a bag slung over her shoulder.
NURSE 2: Hey, I’m here.
NURSE 1 (the nurse behind the counter): It’s about time, D. This bunch was starting to wear me out.
The two nurses laugh together at the sarcastic remark.
KRRRREEETT—BOOM! Bright light flashes from the room down the hall, accompanied by a great tearing noise and what sounds like a thunderclap.
NURSE 1: What the--?
Only momentarily fazed, the young redhead drops her bag to the floor and runs toward the room. NURSE 1 stands up to fellow.
INT. the room down the hall, looking out the door. NURSE 2 stands in the doorway, her mouth open and her eyes wide. Wisps of vapor twirl over each vacant bed. Sanctity and the patient couple have disappeared.
NURSE 1 (approaching from behind): What’s happened?
NURSE 2: They’re gone.
NURSE 1: What?
NURSE 2: They’re gone. They’ve vanished.
NURSE 1: That doesn’t make any—how?!
NURSE 2: I don’t know. You stay here. I’ll call security. And the police.
NURSE 1 (standing in the doorway, befuddled): OK.
NURSE 2 runs down the hall, picks up her bag by the nurse’s station, and keeps going through a set of double doors. She continues down another corridor, around a corner, then down another corridor. Finding a vacant room, she enters and locks the door.
She sets her bag on an unoccupied bed, opens it, and pulls out a cell phone. After hurriedly dialing a set of digits with her thumb, she puts it to her ear.
LARGE PANEL SHOT of her tensely standing alone in alternating vertical bars of light and shadow as moonlight pours in through the window between narrow vertical blinds.
PHONE: >ringing<
VOICE (picking up after three rings): Thank you for calling Steranko, Harras, and Lee. Our normal business hours are—
Beep boop. NURSE 2 enters two more digits.
KLIK.
VOICE (on the phone): How does it go?
NURSE 2: Twice on Sundays.
VOICE (after a pause): Uhhm… >tapping of keyboard keys< Number?
NURSE 2: 80222.
Five seconds tick by. More tapping of keyboard keys.
VOICE: Um, I’m sorry, ma’am, but I think you have the—
NURSE 2: Bullshit.
VOICE: --wrong num-- >pause< Holy **** (whispered). Uh, sorry. Vector?
NURSE 2: Put me through to Fury. NOW.
INT. view of NICK FURY, JR.’s apartment. The bedroom. He’s asleep. After 4 or 5 rings reaches for a cell phone on the bedside table.
FURY, JR. (under his breath): What the…? ************…
Fury taps the phone and puts it to his ear.
FURY, JR: Fury. This damn well better be an emergency.
NURSE 2 (on the phone): Nick, it’s Daisy. They’re gone.
FURY, JR: Say what? Who is this—Daisy who? Johnson?
NURSE 2: No. Daisy Dugan. Remember? That couple you sent me down here to babysit? They’re gone. ODYSSEY and ARIZONA are in the wind.
TO BE CONTINUED?