DISCLAIMER | A slight modifier from the original mission of this segment. This isn’t a snarky joke post, this is seriously what I want this movie to be. This is fan service and has not been endorsed or approved by Disney Marvel, yadda, yadda, etc. If Marvel would ever want me to elaborate on this, I’d be more than happy to.
EXT. UNMARKED CORPORATE PARK BUILDING, COLLEGE POINT, QUEENS – NIGHT
An empty parking lot surrounds the complex. Its only distinguishing feature from the adjacent, identical buildings is a small, brown placard next to the door with the word OSCORP emblazoned on it.
Four agents donned in full utility armor traverse the parking lot brandishing AR-15s. A figure crawling on all fours stalks them from the shadows.
The agents reach the entrance and affix a device to the magnetic lock. Around the corner, the figure effortlessly crawls up the wall in the shadows. The lock releases with a HISS and they enter the building.
INT. UNMARKED OSCORP BUILDING – SAME
The decor is drab, maroon carpet, cigarette-stained, beige walls. Fortunately all the lights are out. They move in formation clearing each room as they go, the place is empty.
They stop in front of a locked door labeled RECORDS.
INT. OSCORP RECORDS ROOM – SAME
With a hiss the four enter the room setting up laptops and busying themselves with electronics.
Slowly from the ceiling the figure’s masked face lowers upside down behind the distracted agents. He looks around then goes back up into the ceiling.
The agents stop and turn and look at each other.
The agent closest to the door suddenly falls to the floor and is pulled into the shadows by his ankles. The remaining three raise their ARs, one is quickly disarmed and knocked unconscious with deft efficiency. In one fluid motion, the figure’s right boot makes contact with another agent’s jaw. He acrobatically flips onto the shoulders of the last agent and crushes him into the floor.
He stands over the unconscious team, then as if SENSING something, he turns his head and sends a stream of webbing from his right wrist into the corner of the room. The lights turn on to reveal NICK FURY standing in the corner behind a riot shield that is now covered in webbing.
Peter Parker, age 16. Graduating early, this May. Looking to go to Columbia should that financial aid come through. Got superpowers on your freshman field trip and you’ve been using them to run around town wearing pajamas, fighting smalltown crime and keeping it from your poor Aunt May. Recently you’ve been taking on a higher profile, occasionally clashing with a remnant of Hydra here in New York and attracting a few super powered baddies. You can take down four of my best agents, but you’re still working up the courage to ask a certain redheaded girl next door to prom.
Fury tosses the riot shield to the floor.
Nick Fury, formerly of SHIELD. You have no idea who I am. It’s a thing that I do.
You’ve definitely heard of me though. You follow me on twitter. I read your paper on me. A smidge rudimentary, but I like reading things about me. We’re the good guys so let Colonel Eye Patch do his thing.
The four on the floor stir and slowly get back to what they were doing. Peter pulls off his mask and stares at them incredulously.
I wasn’t pulling any punches.
Neither was I.
Peter walks over to them causing one of the agents to flinch.
Relax, just want to see what you’re doing.
We’re stealing information. Back in my weapons dealing days, Stark Enterprises had these antiquated branch offices all over the world, with low to no security and for some reason they all had access to sensitive information. Ol’ Norman Osborn’s a bit new to the game and just bought up all the ones I closed down. I’m rambling. We got a tip that Hydra’s infiltrated Oscorp so we’re here to find out for sure.
Soooo. I guess I better get out of the way.
Peter starts to back away sneakily.
I ain’t through with you.
Peter stops in his tracks.
Fury nods at Stark.
We were expecting you Petey. Hence the reinforced armor that these extreme badasses are wearing. I mean Fred here’s gonna have one helluva migraine, but he knew what he was signing up for.
My name is Dan.
You see Pete, you’ve managed to register a blip on ol’ One Eye’s radar and you seem to be fighting the same bad guys we’re fighting. Now if Fred here finds what we think he’s going to find, we’re going to need to bring the pain to some bad guys. It wouldn’t hurt to have another super-powered computer nerd on the team.
What, like THE AVENGERS?
Whoa, whoa, hold your horses there chief. Let’s start with Oscorp and see where this goes.
And if I refuse?
Like you said, I’m small time, your friendly, neighborhood Spider-man. Before I met you people, I was able to manage keeping my identity a secret. I do this, there’d be no way.
Were you even listening when I said you not knowing who I am is a thing that I do? You think you’ve been managing your secrets? In the six months we’ve been monitoring you, we had to close countless security gaps.
I’m sorry. Six months?
A fifth grade kid with a $2000 drone almost followed you home last night. Spidey sense didn’t pick it up, but we did.
EXT. ASTORIA TOWNHOME – LAST NIGHT
A 10 year old girl in tears stands on the sidewalk holding a smashed DJI Phantom. One of its turbines sparks and falls off.
INT. OSCORP RECORDS ROOM – PRESENT DAY
Peter sits down.
The only way your secret stays a secret is with me.
It’s a thing he does.
Fury, Stark and Peter gather around Dan’s screen. We see glimpses of Chitauri technology reclaimed by SHIELD after the New York attack, footage of Oscorp experiments with Aldrich Killian’s Extremis serum, field tests of reverse engineered World War II Hydra Tesseract weaponry, an old photo of a good looking man in a three piece suit, medium height, in his 50s shaking hands with then Senator Stern.
That’s Osborn with Senator Stern.
One word keeps coming up in documents and in chyrons on videos, HYDRA.
Oh Norman. What have you done?
We push into the Hydra emblem seemingly smoldering on screen.
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