INT. MIDTOWN HIGH - GYM
The male students are lined up, as several S.H.I.E.L.D.
agents busy themselves taking swabs from inside their mouths.
Amongst all this we find Eddie, lined up along with several
other students. He looks around at the others.
EDDIE
Why do I feel like a criminal?
FURY (O.S.)
Maybe you are.
Eddie looks back as Fury approaches.
EDDIE
Look, cyclops, I'm just passing
through. I'm not with these peeps.
He starts to walk away, but two AGENTS step into his path.
FURY
You look like you are.
EDDIE
And you look like you're
constipated. You should get that
checked out, dude.
Fury looks back at Trest, who shrugs.
FURY
What's your name?
EDDIE
Marty. Marty McFly.
Fury scowls.
FURY
Age?
EDDIE
Four.
A few of the boys laugh. Fury gives him a dirty look.
EDDIE
Okay, okay!
(quickly)
Four and a half.
FURY
Work out much?
EDDIE
Only with my right arm.
The other students continue to laugh.
FURY
Do much... swinging?
EDDIE
Dude! That's personal.
Fury sighs and rubs his temples.
FURY
This is going nowhere.
He nods at an agent, who approaches Eddie with a cotton swab.
FURY
Open w...
VOICE (O.S.)
What is going on here?
Fury stops, and silently curses at the sound of the voice.
GENERAL LEE approaches him, clearly not pleased.
GENERAL LEE
What the hell is going on here?
Fury doesn't turn around. He's still glaring at Eddie.
EDDIE
I think the Quaker Oats guy wants
to talk.
Fury gives him one final dirty look, then turns to face
General Lee. They walk away from the line of students, to a
spot near the door where they can't be heard.
GENERAL LEE
What is this, Fury?
FURY
We're in the middle of an
operation, General. An operation
you ordered us to carry out.
GENERAL LEE
I ordered surveillance, not an
illegal search of a public high
school! Do you have any idea how
much trouble you've caused?
Fury doesn't back down, getting right up in Lee's face.
FURY
Your surveillance was getting us
nowhere. You do want to catch this
kid, don't you?
GENERAL LEE
There are at least three dozen
pissed off parents outside
protesting this little stunt of
yours. The D.E.A. is denying all of
it, because they don't have a clue
what the hell's going on! Not to
mention that half-cocked principal
showing off your guns to the
photographers outside!
FURY
If it were up to me, General, we'd
have handled this whole situation
differently, and you know it.
GENERAL LEE
If it were up to you, you'd have
half the city poked and prodded on
prime time national TV. This ends.
Now. Clear your people out of here.
FURY
We're not finished yet.
GENERAL LEE
You are, and as soon as we can come
up with a half-decent cover story
for this little stunt of yours,
your ass is in line for demotion.
An AGENT approaches them, sees Lee and salutes.
AGENT
General.
GENERAL LEE
(glares at Fury)
At ease.
The agent turns to Fury.
AGENT
That's everyone, sir.
Fury glares right back at Lee.
FURY
Load everything up. We're done
here.
Fury walks away, leaving a pissed-off Lee behind.
INT. MIDTOWN HIGH - CAFETERIA
The cafeteria is abuzz with the general bustle of lunch, and
speculation on what's going on in the gym.
Mary Jane and Gwen sit, eating their lunches. A long stream
of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents can be seen exiting the nearby gym.
MARY JANE
Something is definitely up with
these guys.
GWEN
You think?
MARY JANE
It just seems like there's
something more to it, you know? I
mean, the D.E.A.? Just seems kinda
extreme.
GWEN
Not to mention illegal.
MARY JANE
That, too.
GWEN
Who knows, it may be legal these
days. It's hard to tell anymore.
MARY JANE
Just seems a little over the top
for a drug investigation.
The girls are joined by Bobby (from the teaser) who takes a
seat, keeping an eye on the agents outside.
MARY JANE
Hey, Bobby. Survive the lockdown?
BOBBY
Apparently I didn't fit their
"physical parameters."
GWEN
Sounds like a sweet deal.
BOBBY
Yeah, I talked to Sarah's brother.
He said it was pretty hardcore.
MARY JANE
Speaking of Sarah, I thought you
two were attached at the hip?
BOBBY
Her mom came and took her home. A
lot of parents are pretty pissed
off. Teachers, too. I heard Miss
Saunders bitching about it to one
of the coaches. It's pretty messed
up, if you ask me.
INDY (O.S.)
Know any freaks?
They're joined by INDY and LIZ ALLEN.
GWEN
Um... what?
LIZ
Here we go.
INDY
You know I'm right!
MARY JANE
Right about what?
INDY
There is seriously no way it was
just drugs these guys were after!
GWEN
Don't you guys think you're reading
a little too much into this?
INDY
Gwen, no offence, honey, but have
you been living under a rock?
GWEN
A boulder, apparently.
Indy leans in closer, and with a whisper:
INDY
If you ask me, they weren't trying
to find a drug dealer.
(beat, looks around)
They were looking for mutants.
Off the reactions:
INT. PARKER HOME - PETER'S ROOM
Peter lies on his bed, looking exhausted. The phone rings.
ANGLE ON THE RINGING PHONE
As a strand of WEBBING sprays it, pulling it into:
PETER'S HAND.
BACK TO Peter, as he tosses the shooter away and answers:
PETER
Hello?
ROBBIE
(filtered through phone)
Still among the living?
PETER
Robbie, hey. Barely.
ROBBIE
I heard what happened. What's up?
PETER
I wish I knew. I have no idea
what's going on. It's really
starting to scare me.
ROBBIE
It's that bad?
PETER
I think I'm going crazy. I hear
things that aren't there, see
things that aren't possible. It's
starting to freak me out.
EXT. EMPIRE STATE UNIVERSITY - SIDEWALK
Robbie walks briskly down the sidewalk, his cell phone
pressed to his ear. He looks around, checking to see that
nobody's listening in as he walks.
ROBBIE
Well, these abilities are still
pretty new to you. Maybe this is
something else developing?
PETER
Just my luck. Clark Kent gets to
fly, and what do I get?
Headaches and barf bags.
(beat)
I don't know. It's just...
Peter pauses.
ROBBIE
It's just what?
INT. PARKER HOME - PETER'S ROOM
Peter sighs.
PETER
I can't help but feeling like
there's something more to this.
Something right in front of me...
CUT TO:
EXT. QUEENS - FOREST HILLS - SKY ABOVE - CONTINUOUS
PETER (O.S.)
Something I'm not seeing.
An aerial view of the neighborhood, seen from several hundred
feet up. The familiar silver DRONE spins into view, stopping
to take several photographs of the surrounding area.
BACK TO:
INT. PARKER HOME - PETER'S ROOM
As before.
ROBBIE
Well, if that's true, you'd better
keep your eyes open.
PETER
Something tells me that won't be a
problem anytime soon.
(then)
How's your investigation going?
INTERCUT BETWEEN PETER AND ROBBIE
ROBBIE
It's not. From the looks of things,
Fisk has more in common with Mr.
Clean than their hair style. I'm
starting to wonder if I've been
wrong about this guy all along.
PETER
I saw what happened to Alex, up
close and personal. Something was
definitely up with that...
(yawns)
Situation.
ROBBIE
Don't worry. He's got his secrets
buried somewhere. I've just gotta
find the right place to start
digging.
Silence on Peter's end.
ROBBIE
Pete?
(nothing)
Pete, you there?
He glances down at his phone. It's still connected.
INT. PARKER HOME - PETER'S ROOM
Peter lies in his bed, now fast asleep.
INT. WATSON RESIDENCE - LIVING ROOM
Mary Jane enters through the front door, dropping her
backpack on the floor. She looks around.
MARY JANE
(yelling)
Anybody home?
No response.
She pauses briefly, then pulls out the helped wanted flyer.
INT. WATSON RESIDENCE - KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS
Mary Jane enters and grabs the phone, dialing the number from
the ad. It begins to ring as we hear the front door open.
VOICE
(filtered)
Movie House...
Mary Jane panics, quickly ending the call. Craig enters.
CRAIG
Oh. Hey, honey.
MARY JANE
Hey.
CRAIG
What's going on?
MARY JANE
Oh, nothing. Just... hanging out.
Craig raises an eyebrow.
CRAIG
Okay. Well... have fun?
Mary Jane smiles.
MARY JANE
Actually, I've got a ton of
homework to do, so I'm just gonna
go... do that. Okay?
CRAIG
Is everything okay?
MARY JANE
Oh, yeah. I'm just... busy.
She turns to exit, but the flyer slips out of her pocket,
landing on the floor. She quickly tries to pick it up, but
Craig beats her to it, snatching it up.
CRAIG
What's this? Help wanted?
Mary Jane hangs her head low.
MARY JANE
I know what you're going to say,
but I was sorta thinking that...
maybe it's time I... get a... job?
CRAIG
Honey, you know how I feel about
you working, especially during the
school year. You need to focus on
your grades, on your art.
MARY JANE
I'm sixteen dad! I can handle it!
Besides, I thought...
She trails off.
CRAIG
You thought what?
MARY JANE
Well... don't you think it would
help you and mom if I was bringing
in some money, too?
Craig lets out a troubled sigh.
CRAIG
Look, I appreciate what you're
trying to do here, MJ. I really do,
but you shouldn't worry about that
right now. That's my job, it's your
mother's job, not yours.
MARY JANE
But...
CRAIG
No buts. Look, if you want to get a
summer job, then fine, but you
don't need the pressure of work and
school. There's plenty of time for
that once you start college.
MARY JANE
It's not like I'd be working during
school. It's only a few hours a
week. Why won't you let me do this?
CRAIG
Look, we've been through this. If
you need money, all you have to do
is ask. I know things have been a
little tight around here lately,
but I'd take a case representing
Satan himself before I'd force you
to go out and work for this family.
MARY JANE
The only thing you're forcing me to
do is walk around broke all the
time! This doesn't have anything to
do with you or mom. Why can't you
see that?
This clearly bothers Craig.
CRAIG
Honey, you just need to trust me
here, okay? Can you do that?
The last thing you need is a job to
worry about on top of school.
Mary Jane crosses her arms, not pleased.
MARY JANE
Alright. Whatever. You win.
She storms out of the room in a huff.
CRAIG
(calls out)
You understand this! I know you do!
MARY JANE (O.S.)
Whatever.
Off a frustrated Craig:
FADE TO:
INT. PARKER HOME - PETER'S ROOM
Peter lies on his bed, apparently sleeping.
EDDIE (O.S.)
He's dead.
GWEN (O.S.)
(loud whisper)
Shut up! You're gonna wake him!
With his eyes still closed:
PETER
I already am.
EDDIE
Just what we need. Zombies.
Gwen slaps him in the back of the head.
GWEN
(to Peter)
You haven't slept?
PETER
Got a few minutes in, yeah.
GWEN
Lame.
EDDIE
You shoulda stuck around, bro. You
missed all the action.
PETER
Action? At Midtown?
GWEN
You should have seen it. There were
these cops in weird looking suits
everywhere. Said they were looking
for drug dealers or something. The
news was there after school.
PETER
Weird cops?
EDDIE
D.E.A. or something. I was there,
dude, believe me, be glad you
didn't have to get a cotton swab
jammed down your throat. That's an
invasion of my personal space!
PETER
Hang on, there were cops at our
school and they were taking saliva
samples?
EDDIE
More like tonsil samples.
PETER
You're serious?
GWEN
You left before things got
interesting.
PETER
Over a drug dealer?
GWEN
Yeah, but everyone knows that's a
load of crap.
PETER
(alarmed)
They do?
GWEN
Indy thinks they were looking for
mutants.
PETER
Since when did you start listening
to what Indy has to say?
GWEN
Since what she said actually makes
sense for once.
EDDIE
Yeah, she's right, bro. Something
was definitely up with these guys.
GWEN
Can you imagine what would happen
if they did find one?
Eddie grins.
EDDIE
I can just see it now!
He holds up his hands and draws them apart, banner-style.
EDDIE
Mutants at Midtown! News at eleven!
Gwen and Eddie both laugh, but Peter only slightly.
Off his concerned face:
FADE TO:
EXT. OPEN SEA - S.H.I.E.L.D. CARRIER - NIGHT
Night has fallen, but the carrier remains as it was.
INT. S.H.I.E.L.D. CARRIER - COMMAND CENTER
Fury and Trest stride into the room, where they find DOCTOR
MORLEY (from 1.03) already seated.
FURY
You said you had news?
Morley hands Trest a manila folder.
MORLEY
We tested seventy two students in
that gymnasium, and not one turned
out to be anything more than
normal. I'm sorry, I wish I had
better news.
Fury slams his fist down onto the table.
FURY
I should've known.
TREST
Are you absolutely positive?
MORLEY
I checked all the results twice.
TREST
He must have been absent. I mean,
that has to be it. We knew it was a
risk, we can...
FURY
It doesn't matter. We can't go
back.
TREST
We can contact them individually...
FURY
We've already ruffled enough
feathers. Stirring up more trouble
at Midtown isn't the answer.
TREST
Then what?
Fury ponders this for a moment.
FURY
Prep a chopper. I need to be in
Washington. Now.
Trest is confused, but does what he's told.
Off Fury's glare:
FADE OUT.
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
EXT. PARKER HOME - NIGHT
Exterior shot of the Parker home.
MARY JANE (O.S.)
(filtered; through phone)
Feeling better?
INT. PARKER HOME - PETER'S ROOM
Peter sits at his desk, the phone to his ear.
PETER
A little, yeah. No more cracked
tiles at least.
MARY JANE
Well, that's good.
(beat)
Look, I just wanted to call and say
I'm sorry.
PETER
Sorry?
INTERCUT WITH:
INT. WATSON HOME - MARY JANE'S ROOM
Mary Jane lies on her stomach, on her bed.
MARY JANE
I completely ditched Gwen and Eddie
this afternoon. They said they were
going to check on you, but I had
some stuff to take care of at home.
PETER
(filtered)
You didn't miss much.
MARY JANE
I still should have been there.
PETER
You don't have to apologize. It's
cool. It's not like I'm in the
hospital or anything. Yet.
(beat)
Well, come to think of it, you did
miss Eddie's lecture on the
benefits of being a mutant.
MARY JANE
(laughs)
On second thought, maybe I'm not so
sorry after all.
INTERCUT BETWEEN PETER AND MARY JANE
PETER
So what's going on? At home, I
mean?
MARY JANE
Oh. Just... family stuff.
PETER
Everything okay?
MARY JANE
Oh yeah, it's fine. I'll probably
end up apologizing to my dad, but
it's no big deal.
PETER
Doesn't sound that way.
MARY JANE
Just an argument, that's all.
PETER
Join the club. I think my aunt
thinks I'm on drugs.
MARY JANE
Ouch.
PETER
Honestly, I can't blame her after
today. The thought crossed my mind
once or twice.
MARY JANE
You're feeling better though,
right?
PETER
I've been better, but I should be
alright. Actually, I'm about to
crash. Maybe I can get more than a
few minutes in tonight.
MARY JANE
Guess that's my cue.
PETER
Sorry.
MARY JANE
It's cool. It's getting about time
for that apology anyway.
PETER
Good luck.
MARY JANE
Thanks.
(then)
Talk to you later.
PETER
Later.
Peter hangs up, and places the phone against his chest, as
his gaze wanders through the room.
He pulls up one of his web shooters. He toys with it for a
moment, then looks across the room at his closet.
Finally, he straps on the shooter.
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