INT. BASE 1 – SKRULL REFUGEE CAMP NIGHT
Flickering, dim lights hang from makeshift ceilings inside a converted industrial structure. The air is tense. Families huddle close, children clinging to their parents. News of Base 2′s fall has spread the unease is palpable.
Talos walks through the crowd, jaw clenched. His face is worn, but his voice remains calm the kind of calm that soldiers adopt in war zones to avoid panic.
TALOS(addressing the crowd):
"Listen to me every single one of you. We trained for this. This is not the end this is the pivot."
(He scans the room. A mother hides a trembling child beneath her coat.)
TALOS(cont'd):
"Shift. All of you. Every adult, every elder, every child. Assume your assigned human forms now."
(Shimmering green lights ripple through the crowd as Skrulls begin to shapeshift.)
TALOS:
"Do not trust anyone. Not even those who look like us. If you feel unsure, walk away. I promise you, we will get through this but only if we vanish first."
A younger Skrull, shaking, steps forward.
YOUNG SKRULL (nervously):
"What if they find us again? What if they… come like they did at Base2?"
TALOS(kneels, steady):
"Then I'll be standing between them and you. I made a vow I will not let what happened to our home happen again. Not here. Not while I still breathe."
A quiet pause. Then nods of trust ripple through the crowd.
He rises and turns to his commanding officers hardened Skrull warriors in combat gear.
TALOS(to officers):
"I want every evacuee protected top-tier security detail only. No one without combat clearance joins this transport."
(He hands one of them a data chip.)
TALOS(cont'd):
"Take them to Underground Base Z classified black site. Seal the entry after arrival and lock the biometric access. No signals in or out. Keep it dark."
COMMANDER(nods):
"Yes, General."
TALOS(firm, but burning beneath):
"I'll take three of our best with me. No more. I'm going after my daughter."
COMMANDER:
"You shouldn't go alone "
TALOS(interrupting, quietly):
"If I don't go now… I may never see her again."
The three chosen Skrull operatives nod silently, readying for departure. The lights dim further as transports are prepped in the distance.
EXT. BASE – 1 LATER
Skrull civilians in human disguises are escorted onto cloaked transport vehicles undercover of night. Overhead, the clouds thicken as if war is quietly creeping across the stars.
Talos stands by the entrance, watching his people disappear into the darkness.
He whispers to himself:
TALOS:
"Please… stay hidden."
He turns. The time for diplomacy is over. It's personal now.
CUT TO BLACK.
A narrow path leads into the overgrown outskirts of an
abandoned train yard, wrapped in the cold silence of twilight. The air is thick with dust, old rust, and fading warmth. Talos, cloaked in human form, moves cautiously, his eyes scanning every inch of the space. Only the faint sound of distant freight chains rattling in the wind accompanies him.
Behind a rusted freight car, he stops. Embedded beneath it is a concealed biometric panel, sealed in Skrull encryption one only a blood relative could activate.
Talos presses his palm against it.
The panel glows dim green. A metallic hiss echoes as a concealed door slides open beneath the car. He steps into darkness.
INT: G'IAH'S SAFE HAVEN – BASEMENT ROOM
Concrete walls. Makeshift tech. A wall covered with maps, photographs, surveillance screenshots Base 2, Gravik, Mira, even military routes.
A sudden light floods the stairwell.G'iah, now older, hardened, stands at the top, gun drawn.
G'IAH:(cold, tense)
"You shouldn't have come."
TALOS:(calmly)
"I had to. The world's falling apart… and you're in the middle of it."
G'IAH:
"Whose fault is that?"
She walks down slowly, her gun still raised but lowering with every step. Her face is unreadable.
TALOS:
"I'm not here to fight."
G'IAH:
"You're always fighting… just not with guns."
They stare at each other. For a moment, silence lingers, echoing with years of regret.
TALOS:
"You've been here all this time? Hiding?"
G'IAH:(cuts him)
"Not hiding. Watching. Listening. Spying."
Talos stiffens.
G'IAH:
"I've been your eyes at Base 2 for two years. And ears among humans. You never saw me that's how good I became."
TALOS:(staggered, soft)
"You… You were risking your life. Alone."
G'IAH:
"And for what? A person who can't decide if we're refugees or weapons?"
She walks to the far wall and peels off a photograph of Gravik and Mira.
G'IAH:
"Mira was one of us. A thinker. Brilliant. She could've built our future. But Gravik bent her to his truth. He made her believe the world is a chessboard and she… just the queen."
She turns back, her voice rising not with anger, but heartbreak.
G'IAH:
"You always told me humans were good. That they would give us a place. That we just had to be patient."
TALOS:
"They're not perfect. But they gave us shelter."
G'IAH:
"And they gave us war. Borders. Fear. I've walked their streets. I've worn their faces. There are Graviks among them too. Men who use fear to control, to divide."
TALOS:(quietly)
"I know that."
G'IAH:
"Then stop pretending you don't. Gravik isn't right. But neither are you."
TALOS:(soft but firm)
"Then help me stop him. Help me get Mira back."
G'iah hesitates, visibly torn.
G'IAH:
"She won't come easily. She believes in what she's doing. And with her tech… Gravik doesn't need armies. He can replace them."
She sits down, exhaustion catching up with her. Talos follows.
G'IAH:
"Why not call Fury? He always fixed your mess."
TALOS:(shakes head slowly)
"Fury has already done enough. More than anyone knows. The Skrulls may not thank him… but I will. I won't call him again. This time,
we fix what's broken."
G'IAH:(almost bitterly)
"Then you'll need me."
TALOS:
"I've always needed you."
A beat. Silence. Their eyes meet not just as father and daughter, but as two soldiers of a vanishing people.
TALOS:
"I failed you, didn't I?"
G'IAH:(pauses)
"No. You believed in peace. I just stopped believing it was enough."
She stands, puts the Mira photo into a bag, then tosses a small device to Talos at racking node.
G'IAH:
"Base 2′s moving something big. We have a window before they go dark again. We'll get Mira. But if we do this…"
TALOS:
"We do it together."
They nod. Father and daughter not healed, but aligned. And that's enough. For now.
INT. BASE 2 – COMMAND CHAMBER – NIGHT
A cold metallic room, dimly lit by pulsating green overhead strips. Holographic maps hover in midair, some blinking with satellite scans, others marked with military convoys and secure lab coordinates.
Gravik, seated at the head of a round obsidian table, stares into a swirling digital projection of Earth dozens of red dots pulsing over key cities.
At his sides:–
Mira D'Rann, quiet but sharp-eyed, typing code into a tablet.–
Zorak, still in his Winter Soldier form, arms folded, face unreadable.–Two other senior Skrull operatives, their uniforms stitched with the sigil of Gravik's rogue faction.
A heavy iron door creaks open.
In walk six members ofTHE HANDdirty, hooded, scarred with street tattoos and righteous rage.
Without a word, they stop at the threshold… then begin to shift.
Their flesh ripples like melting wax. Faces distort. Eyes gleam green.
A moment later, six Skrulls stand in their place.
The chamber stays silent. Cold. Calculating.
Gravik rises slowly.
GRAVIK(with a smirk)
"The revolution wears many masks."
He steps forward, inspecting each member of The Hand like a general reviewing his troops.
GRAVIK
"You wanted justice. You wanted food. Homes. Power. And what did the humans do? They gave you numbers. Borders. Rations."
He circles behind them.
GRAVIK
"But I gave you shape."
He snaps his fingers. A holo-screen behind him reveals bank transactions, government fund siphons, weapon crate transfers. All labeled: "For Human Relief Programs."
Gravik laughs softly.
GRAVIK
"You were the riots in D.C., the hunger protests in Berlin, the silent takedown in Lagos. They fed your mouths, and I fed your mission."
He turns back to the room.
GRAVIK(to Mira)
"Mira, here are the materials you requested. Straight from their black budget labs failed super soldier trials, gamma-irradiated blood, stolen S.H.I.E.L.D. serum strains."
He nods atone of The Hand. The Skrull steps forward and places a case of vials on the table, glowing faint blue.
GRAVIK
"Zorak's reaction to your last prototype was… fascinating."
Zorak steps out of shadow. His armpulses unnaturally beneath his skin. Mira eyes him with caution and curiosity.
GRAVIK(cont'd)
"How soon until your tech is ready the full neural replication?"
MIRA(measured, intense)
"If I'm given expanded lab space and the material list I sent you, I can replicate up to fifty pods within one month. Behavior sync, memory extraction, even motor mimicry fully embedded."
Gravik claps his hands once, slow.
GRAVIK
"Done. A few kilometers east, there's a hollowed military relic. Mira, it's yours now. Set up. Tonight."
He walks to her, then gently places a black metal keycard in her hand.
GRAVIK(whispers)
"Build me gods."
Mira says nothing but begins collecting her tablets and samples.
GRAVIK(to The Hand)
"Mira will give you her full resource list. You'll deliver. Quietly. Swiftly."
He turns away, walking to the far end of the chamber.
His voice lowers. It becomes venomous, almost serpentine.
INT. PRIVATE HUDDLE - GRAVIK & THE HAND
HAND LEADER
"Has Captain America… taken the bait?"
GRAVIK(smiles darkly)
"He watches his world like a soldier... but his heart makes him soft. He's chasing ghosts."
HAND LEADER
"Then we begin?"
Gravik turns to face them again. The map behind him zooms in on multiple hero locations red markers blinking.
GRAVIK
"Mira's tech will take time."
A beat. Then:
GRAVIK
"So while she builds... we break."
He steps into shadow.
GRAVIK(commanding, low)
"Start the mission.
Divide. And Hunt."
CUT TOBLACK.
EXT – NIGHT
A matte black Quinjet, its engines silent, sits docked on a narrow ledge behind thick rocks. No signals. No lights. Off the grid.
Below the surface, a hidden blast door opens to an underground corridor. Bare metal. Harsh lights. Concrete silence. The hum of energy shields faintly in the background.
INT. HILL'S UNDERGROUND SAFEHOUSE – COMMAND BAY
The narrow tunnel opens into a sprawling bunker, a fusion of old S.H.I.E.L.D. tech and salvaged Stark components. Tables are lined with projection maps, scrambled transmissions, and encrypted hard drives. Along the curved wall,multiple Stark holographic monitors float in mid-air, flickering between thermal scans, Skrull morph logs, and global threat alerts.
A powerful moment of silence fills the space the kind that follows despair, not calm.
A rusted S.H.I.E.L.D. logo, half-scraped off the wall, tells a silent story.
MARIA HILL stands in front of the console. Tired. Hardened. She hasn't slept in days and it shows. She's clutching a data chip, watching the satellite feed in silence.
Behind her, SAM WILSON and SHARON CARTER step in. Their silhouettes briefly flicker in the dim light.
Sam now wears his Falcon gear. Repaired, dented, but ready. Sharon loads her sidearm without a word.
HILL(without turning)
"You're late. But I guess time doesn't matter anymore… not when the world doesn't know who to trust."
She gestures to the monitors. The globe rotates, dotted with red-alert locations.
SAM(quietly)
"This is worse than we thought."
HILL
"Worse? Sam, we're past 'worse.' We're somewhere between irreversible and extinction. And I'm not talking about missiles or invasions. I'm talking about trust. Once that breaks nothing works. No army. No government. Not even the Avengers."
She slams a file onto the table Skrull incident logs. Sightings. Inconsistencies. Unexplained orders.
HILL
"Skrulls have lived among us for three decades. Peacefully. Scattered. But something's changed. Someone's unified them. And now they're replacing people with precision."
"Skrulls aren't conquerors. Not by nature. They were betrayed by the Kree empire. Slaughtered. Their homes turned to dust. In the 1990s, Fury helped to hide a few hundred survivors here they've been living among us since. Quiet. Invisible."
"They're shapeshifters perfect mimicry. Form. Voice. Even scent. And now… "
She loads a clip Winter Soldier attacking the club.
SAM
"That's not Bucky."
HILL
"No. It's a cheap performance. Whoever's behind the disguise doesn't understand what Bucky is… or what he's been through. The moves are there but not the intent. There's no... hesitation."
She zooms in. No radiation trace. No vibranium signature.
"I've reviewed the footage. Years ago, Natasha used an old S.H.I.E.L.D. scan vibranium carries a radiation signature. Unique. Detectable. This new 'WinterSoldier'... nothing. That's not metal. That's... synthetic. An alloy glove worn over a limb. Cheap imitation."
SHARON
"So someone's walking around in a costume trying to start a war."
SAM
"Why?"
Hill doesn't answer. She just pulls up a new feed.
SAM
"So we're looking at a force of shapeshifting soldiers. And no motive. No manifesto. Nothing."
HILL
"Only chaos. And worse paranoia."
HILL
"Because chaos spreads faster than bullets."
She clicks again. Avengers status board:
STRANGE – OUT OF DIMENSION
BANNER – OFF-WORLD
HAWKEYE – OFF-GRID
WAKANDA – LOCKDOWN
STARK NETWORK – DEAD
THOR – UNKNOWN
HILL
"Doctor Strange isn't even in this dimension. Banner's off-world on Sakaar. Clint… if he's caught wind of this, this time he'll choose his family over everything and I can't blame him."
"Nick's off the board. Wakanda's closed off . The Spider Guy? Don't know anything of that.
She turns sharply to Sam.
HILL
"Who's left? You. Me. Her."
She nods at Sharon. Then brings up one final feed Rhodey's satellite tracker.
SAM
"We've got Rhodey."
HILL(low, haunted)
"Maybe. Maybe not."
Sam looks up.
HILL
"Rhodey's leg brace it's Stark Tech. Encrypted. Traceable. A few months post-Blip, Happy Hogan reached out. Said something felt... wrong. Rhodey stopped showing up in person. Even with the Defense Council. All meetings remote only. No eye contact. No updates. Nothing. And he was non traceable since Tony left the Avengers Building… "
She plays a security cam clip.
Rhodey's gait is wrong. Slightly off.
SAM
"I was fighting beside him in Wakanda. He seemed... fine. Even few weeks ago I met him…"
SHARON
"Do you remember what he said? Or just what he looked like?"
Silence. Sam clenches his jaw.
SAM
"They can't fake everything. They can't fake instinct, fighting style, walking style. They failed to do that for Bucky… "
HILL
"You sure?"
She points to the screen. A blinking dot:BUCKY BARNES – LOCATION DETECTED.
HILL
"I traced vibranium radiation. Shield tech still picks it up in the right conditions. He's inEast Carpathia. Deep forest. Remote. Moving slowly."
Sam steps forward.
SAM
"Then that's our first move. We find Barnes. Then we assemble what's left."
HILL
"Good. I've got a Quinjet cloaked two miles out."
Suddenly a sharp alarm blares. Red lights flash.
Hill turns a Stark satellite feed zooms in on a forest:
live feed from a satellite drone:
WAR MACHINE seen from above is marching through a dense jungle terrain, carrying massive containment cases. He's not alone. Two Skrull soldiers flank him, disguised as military personnel.
SAM
"Is that...?"
HILL
"It's him. And something tells me those crates aren't holding ammo."
SHARON
"If that's not Rhodey... then we're already too late."
Sam steps away, deadly serious.
SAM
"No. We're not too late. Not yet."
He extends a hand. Hill slaps a comm into his palm.
A beat. Cuts to black.
INT. TRANSPORT – NIGHT – EN ROUTE TO REMOTE COORDINATES
In side a dimly lit military aircraft, JOHN WALKER sits alone, helmet beside him. The shield rests upright against the metal wall. His fingers tap against the vibranium edge, nervously.
JOHN WALKER (self-talk, quiet, solemn)
"First mission as Captain America… Steve's shadow still stretches across every inch of this suit. I didn't earn this mantle the way he did. But maybe... just maybe...I can carry it with the same weight. No propaganda, no politics just the mission. One clean win."
He exhales, staring ahead, haunted.
INT. TRANSPORT – NIGHT (IN AIR)
The sound of rotor blades thunders outside as the tactical aircraft slices through the sky. Inside, dim red lights cast a somber glow over John Walker and a group of elite CBI operatives.
Commanding Officer (serious tone):
"Sir… what about Agent Carter? Are we taking action against her?"
Walker (stern, eyes fixed ahead):
"Sharon Carter disobeyed direct orders. And Sam Wilson's involvement can't be ignored either."
He pauses, takes a breath, and tightens the straps of his gear.
Walker (measured):
"But right now… the priority is Barnes. We find him. We stop him whatever he's become."
Commanding Officer:
"Understood, sir."
Walker (firmly):
"Deploy a search team. Full sweep for both Carter and Wilson. Bring them in. Strip their gear. Secure any tech or weapons."
(Beat)
Walker:
"But no casualties. I want them alive."
A cold silence fills the cabin. The operatives exchange glances. They nod.
Commanding Officer (grim):
"Capture. Secure. No lethal force."
The aircraft begins to descend. Outside the window, the forest canopy looms
EXT. OVER DENSE RAINFOREST – NIGHT
The military Quinjet hums above a vast ocean of dark green a remote forest region in Eastern Europe. Under moonlight, it descends into a clearing smothered by overgrowth.
EXT. BASE 2 – FOREST PERIMETER – NIGHT
Walker and 9 tactical CBI soldiers disembark. The team's boots crunch damp leaves. The air is thick with fog and insects. Visibility is low.
Ahead lies an abandoned outpost, rust bleeding down its corrugated metal. Ivy and moss cling to every wall. The gate creaks as they push it open.
COMMANDER(nervous)
"Sir...are we sure this is the place? I mean... the footage was tampered remotely. What if this is just bait?"
JOHN WALKER (tense, scanning the area)
"Even bait leaves footprints. This isn't just about Bucky anymore. Someone's playing games inside our own systems... and I'm tired of losing."
INT. 2 PERIMETER – MAIN FLOOR – NIGHT
They move silently through the facility. Dust chokes the air. Broken monitors, wires torn out of walls. Empty pods circular machines with biometric restraints.
Computer systems flicker dimly in the back. One screen loops corrupted CCTV footage the Winter Soldier, assaulting the club.
Something's off. Too quiet. Too clean.
COMMANDER(whispers)
"Sir...what kind of place is this?"
WALKER(focused)
"Something between a lab and a war room. Get me diagnostics on that server. I want timestamps, energy logs, anything."
DARKNESS MOVES IN THE SHADOWS.
A hiss. A low, alien growl.
Three figures descend from the upper floor, silently. Green skin. Black armor. Eyes glowing faint yellow. Original Skrull forms no disguises.
One of them is Gravik calm, cold, calculating.
INT. BASE 2 – ABANDONED RESEARCH BLOCK – NIGHT
The interior hums with residual electricity flickering lights and the soft tick-tick of surveillance equipment that shouldn't be working. Walker and the CBI team sweep the room.
Tension is a blade here sharp, waiting to drop.
Suddenly CRASH! A pipe falls. Shadows move. The comms cut out with a screech of static.
WALKER(whispering, raising his shield)
"Eyes wide. Ears sharper."
Without warning, a Skrull drops from the ceiling like a ghost, grabbing the rearguard by the throat snap! body down. A second Skrull bursts through a side wall, slamming another soldier with brutish force.
Chaos erupts.
CBI Unit 4 and Unit 7drop to knees, forming a V-shaped perimeter, laying down suppressing fire. But the Skrulls move too fast, flipping off crates and walls, blurring like green phantoms.
A Skrull uses magnetized boots to sprint across the side of a vertical wall, hurling plasma darts. Unit 5takes a dart to the vest alive but winded.
Walker throws the shield CLANG! It rebounds off a Skrull's shoulder. He leaps, catching it mid-air and slams it into the Skrull's sternum, flipping him over a table.
Another Skrull closes in claws out. Walker ducks under the slash and counters with a shoulder bash into a steel pillar. The Skrull recovers fast too fast kicks Walker across the ribs.
They grapple brutally fists, elbows, knees John using a mix of military wrestling and shield leverage to hold his ground.
CBI Unit 3 uses a shock-stick, stuns one Skrull temporarily. Unit 6pulls a Skrull down with a steel cable choke. But
A third Skrull arrives.
It's Gravik.
Unarmored, shirtless, and smiling Gravik walks calmly through the carnage.
GRAVIK(mocking)
"Such loyalty. Such order. Humans and their lines."
He throws something a small orb it explodes with a pulse. The lights go out. Everything is red emergency glow.
CBI Unit 8 fires. Gravik vanishes into the dark.
Units activate tactical vision goggles. But Gravik anticipated it he's coated in a reflective armor-tech that disrupts heat signatures.
Suddenly, Unit 2 is yanked up into the .
Unit 6screams Gravik appears behind him, holding a blade, as if it grew from his arm. Stab twist drop.
Walker charges Gravik, throwing the shield.
Gravik CATCHES. Drops it.
They collide raw, powerful punches. Gravik is faster, Walker is smarter. He uses environmental advantages slams Gravik's head into a server bank, throws an EMP grenade to blind his senses.
Gravik, enraged, grows bone-armor over his forearms. He pummels Walker, breaking his tactical vest. Blood drips.
Walker's nose broken. But he's not down yet.
Gravik lifts him by the neck.
WALKER(choking)
"...What are you?"
Gravik shifts bones crack, muscles twist into Walker's own image.
He leans in close.
GRAVIK(as Walker)
"You."
A punch so hard it knocks Walker across the room into a wall.
INT BASE 2 – DEEP CORE LAB – NIGHT
Dimly lit. The glow of green and amber lights pulses through the concrete shadows. The sound of machines humming at low frequencies echoes like a heartbeat. Gravik steps into the Core Lab beneath Base 2. Two towering memory-transfusion pods stand silently in the center one of Mira's first prototypes.
Gravik drags the bloodied, unconscious body of John Walker, his new trophy, along the metallic floor. His right arm hangs limp, shattered armor scraped and smoking from battle.
Gravik (low, commanding tone):
"You served them with pride. Now… you'll serve us better."
He lays Walker into the first pod. Wires snake from above like mechanical vines, plugging into ports embedded in the pod's interior. Gravik presses a panel, and the pod seals with a hiss, filling with a faint orange gas.
A nearby Skrull Thran, tall, muscular, stone-jawed steps forward without hesitation. His face carries the calm of one who's been prepared his entire life for this moment.
Gravik (coldly):"You said you were ready to carry their mantle. Prove it."
Thran nods. He strips off his tactical vest and lies into the second pod beside Walker. Gravik places the interface chip behind Thran's ear. The neural sync cables tighten like claws around his skull and spine.
As Gravik activates the console, the room turns a cold blue. Two separate heartbeats flicker on-screen then slowly start to synchronize. Echoes of memories flashes of John's life ripple across the screen
Thran twitches. Eyes dart behind closed lids. His muscles tremble violently as the upload begins personality fragments, behavioral cues, muscle memory, emotional pathways. The machine groans louder, lights flicker.
Gravik (whispers):
"No more training. No more time. We steal their weapons… we become their symbols."
5 HOURS LATER, SILENCE.
The second pod hisses open.
Thran steps out, no longer himself. He walks with John Walker's posture, the confident roll of the shoulders, the trained gait of a soldier. His eyes scan the room coldly. His face now a perfect replica of Captain America.
He salutes.
Thran(as Walker):
"Reporting for duty, sir."
Gravik smirks. Shadows dance on the walls behind him.
Gravik (soft, sinister):
"Good morning, Captain."
He turns away as alarms faintly begin to echo from distant corridors chaos is spreading.
FADE OUT.