#AuthorNotes: Hello everyone! This movie is set in the marvel cinematic universe. I began writing it the night after i saw The Amazing Spider-Man 2 opening weekend! I am a big Marvel, action movie, drama film fan and i appreciate intriguing romance- so there will NEVER be a dull moment in each ACT or Scene... unless there is some much NEEDED story-building infomation within the dialogue! This Treatment IS finished, but i will be uploading each chapter within weeks. I'm open to hearing feedback for this story and also open to adjusting the film based on what YOU would like to see happen NEXT!
Enjoy!
Written by K. Kalibur Bigelow
Act 1: Second Chances
A beautiful aquatic body of water reflects beams of light, dancing upon its surface.
It flows in tranquility, mirroring the aqua blue skies above. An insect buzzes by. Though small in size, its wings emit a vibration that can be heard as loud and belligerent as a 2000-watt amplifier at a heavy metal concert. The annoying fly lands near the beautiful liquid.
However, before it can taste its content, it finds itself under attack by a creature much larger than it is capable of defending- the Black Widow Arachnid. The massive spider proving itself unmatched rips apart the bug and quickly consumes its remains.
Satisfied, it scurries away as quickly as it appeared but is crushed under the paws of a traveling pack of young lion cubs. The roar of powerful engines startles the young beasts and from the gigantic leaves emerges a large motorcade of trucks, jeeps and camouflaged HUM-Vs traveling the African Safari.
"How's everything going out there Mariah?" echoes the baritone voice transmitting from a laptop of an attractive female bioresearch scientist. As the vehicle travels through the tough terrain of vines, she braces her belongings while struggling to keep her Mac Book mobile computer from toppling over. "Eh.. research is in-progress sir." She replies pausing briefly to look over her shoulder at the large men strapped in mercenary gear with automatic rifles accompanying her. One glances in her direction and winks at her flirtatiously.
"But.. There is a tad bit too much pumped up testosterone in this motorcade, if you know what I mean sir" She continues. The voice emitting from the device laughs, coy in his response. "No worries, if any of them touch you.. there will be drastic repercussions."
The young researcher answers, "Thank you sir, I will keep you updated on the data we collect shortly." Feeling relieved- she shuts her laptop and admires the beautiful spectacle of nature and its wildlife habitat.
"Brace yourselves!" the driver screams, followed by the load sound of an exploding tire blow out.
The sudden sounds "BA-DOOOOM!" "SCREEETCH" "PLOOOOOOM!" echoes through the corridors of the jungle! Animals retreat into the shrubbery while Birds scurry through the branches of the tropical vegetation into the skies above- translating the cry of the crashing vehicle as imminent danger.
From blurred vision, the research scientist opens her eyes to the horrific sight of her fellow passengers firing their weapons at wild lions descending upon them from every direction! Most of the mercenaries are immediately taken down and killed by the vicious beasts; however few remain, fighting desperately. Her primal instincts tell her to run but as soon as she attempts to get up she is gripped with the excruciating pain of a torn ligament in her right leg. She topples to the ground; Hopeless.
One of the mercenaries quickly grabs the young scientist, "Come Child, Quickly!" He yells at her in a deep Russian accent. "I Can't!" She yells back. He straps his machine gun to his back and with one single motion picks her up and carries her away from the fray. In the distance, two of the wild lions are viciously tearing apart the flesh of one of the men.
They hover above him like a starving family at a feast. One of the animals becomes immediately distracted by the bright colors of her garment and sprint off in pursuit!
Mariah is impressed by the mercenary's ability to carry her weight as if she were a child. He darts through the leaves of the jungle, trekking relentlessly through a small creek. The water does not stop the lion however, maneuvering over the body of water by leaping onto a nearby wooden branch from a previously fallen tree. She can tell by his firm grip, his paced breathing, the sweat trickling through his course beard and the fierceness in his eyes that he was aware of what lies behind them. The lion is within inches, gaining rapidly.
The beast leaps out clawing at the sprinting mercenary tearing flesh from his calf. As his body hits the ground, he drops the woman extending his arms to soften the fall for her. "Run child! ..I know you are injured but you must go!" He says before the lion pounces on him. Mariah desperately tries to use her upper body strength to drag herself to a safe distance. The man and beast are locked fist to claw as he tries to balance the lion's body weight on top of him and reach for his combat knife. SLASH! While in effort to free one hand to retrieve his weapon, the lion clawed the mercenary's abdomen exposing his tissue and organs.
Blood smears the ground by the ounce as the two slash at each other savagely. Finally! The mercenary is able to stab the wild lion in the neck, killing it, but not before the beast dealt a final slice to his chest before falling lifeless.
"Oh My God!" the woman screams, crawling toward him. She clinches his torn hand as both he and the animal lay in a pool of their own blood. "You are safe. No?" he mumbles. Tears begin flowing from her eyes as she embraces his wounded body. All she could do is solemnly nod in agreement, "Yes! I am, thanks to you!" His eyes roll into the back of his head as he begins to lose consciousness.
She whimpers "No! Don't die, please!" He briefly regains focus and tries to speak, mumbling, "You are strong woman. I have watched you… Your research will save lives. Go." he says. Mariah interjects shouting in disagreement "No!" Squeezing her hand tightly he answers "Let me die, I have done many terrible things. Let me die knowing I did one thing right…"
Searching her mind for options, Mariah scrambles to open a pocket within the leg fabric of her cargo pants. She pulls out a small vile containing a yellow acidic liquid. "Aaargghh..mmhph!" he groans in agony, breathing heavily. She realizes he is within inches of his life. Mariah desperately uses her teeth to pry open the canister while using her other arm to tilt his heavy body towards her. The young woman clinches his jaw and pours the chemical down his throat, wincing in remorse as she watches him choke and gag on a mixture of the acidic liquid and his own blood.
His respiratory system launches his body into a state of shock converging into a severe seizure. He screams in excruciating pain and passes out from the trauma. "Sir!? Please!" she screams as she slaps his face attempting to revive him. The woman slams her fist on his chest and his eyes slowly open again. The desperate scientist responds in a mixture of tears, surprise and thankful laughter. "Sir…" she asks holding his head in her lap. "May I ask? …What is the name of the man who saved me?"
The mercenary looks up at her, attempting to regain his focus and pupils in his eyes dilate from circular, to oval, to a thin horizontal bestial form then instantly back to its human shape. He answers, speaking his name in Russian dialect.
"Kravanov."
"I'm going to kill you Parker!'
Shouts an attractive long haired, full lipped, beautifully tanned young woman- waiting at the front door of the Ben and May Parker residence in Queens, New York. "Peter, Hurry! We're gonna be late!"
Liz Allen begins to boil with frustration as Aunt May strolls to the kitchen to prepare the food for her and Anna Watson's Dinner Party. "I do apologize for the ruckus Mrs. Parker, but Pete here has absolutely no sense of TIME what so ever."
Upstairs in the room, along the mess of clothes, cob webs, and scraps from his latest science experiments sits the hunched figure of a stressed nineteen year old young man with the weight of the world on his shoulders. He turns slightly to respond "Uhh.. Be down in a minute dear, I can't find my iPhone!" Peter turns back and looks down at his hands, nervously clinching his so called "lost iPhone" as the dial tone on the receiving end rings with no answer. Finally, from the speaker emits a soft and calm voice.
"Hello"
Peter immediately replies- his voice stained with guilt. "I'm Sorry…." The sultry feminine voice continues "You've been lucky enough to reach the voicemail of Gwen Stacy, unfortunately I can't come to the phone right now…" His young face lit up with joy and tranquility as he could once again be graced by the voice of his true love.
He realizes it was the only way he'd ever hear her voice again.. Peter further hunches over in disappointment, burying his hand in his face and tangling his red-webbed glove within his wild spiky hair.
Across town, the world famous New York City skyline burst with life, energy, noise and promise as the sun glimmers, setting over the massive structures of the metropolis. On the eastern sea bank of the city, The Raft prison facility can be viewed sitting in the middle of the river as murky clouds form over the body of water, approaching from the ocean.
"The News says we got a storm coming tonight Stevens" scoffs a police guard with his feet perched up on a desk in a room full of security monitors. A double-barreled shotgun can be seen leaning against the table where his partner Stevens sits a bag of fast-food. "Nahhhh.. O'Brian, you know how those Weather guys are bro! One minute they say its gonna' snow, no snow… then they say its gonna' be sunny with fifty-five degree temps.. and BOOM! It frickin' snows!" O'Brian mocks.
Stevens takes a glance at all the monitors displaying some of the world's deadliest criminals and interrupts "Don't you think it's past time for their dinner?" O'Brian snaps back
"Nope! These creeps can rot for all I care! D'ya know how many cops they've killed in the line of duty? We bring them in here and allow em' to read books, watch TV and give em' three course meals a day! There's kids of slain police officers who ain't getting three meals a day no more… Forget em!" Stevens notices the image in one of the monitors appears much more distorted and filled with random burst of static, unlike the other screens. "What the hell?" he inquires.
Aleksei Sytsevich, also known as the Rhino bangs rage-fully on the reinforced steel walls in his cell. "Screw This!" His body is wrapped in a heavy insulated prison uniform accompanied by an advanced-tech inhibitor collar, bolted around his neck blocking his enhanced powers. During his previous assault on New York in the Rhino Mech-Armor provided by OSCORP, Aleksei was fueled by injected performance-enhancing drugs that increased his reflexes, primal instinct and strength in order to aid in the operation of the Gigantic Rhino Armor. He screams as he storms to his bed, a short distance within the chamber.
Lifting the massive furniture, the frustrated inmate throws it at the door shaking the structure and rattling the security camera within the cell. "Aaaarrggh! This is police brutality!" he rants in broken english. O'Brian and Stevens finally enter the Psychiatric Wing where Aleksei is held. As they reach his cell, an equally pissed off O'Brian bangs back at the prison door in response to Aleksei's out burst. "Heyyy you roid raged scum bag! Shut up in there!" the police officer scoffs. A slick Italian-accented voice responds from a prison cell behind the two officers. Robert Hardesky, the professional world renowned burglar by the name of "The Cat"sarcasticallysneers "If you officers didn't treat us like human punching bags, maybe our hot-tempered friend in there wouldn't be ready to rip your head off." Stevens looks back at Hardesky, about to speak but his attention is disrupted by the loud "CLANG!" "SNAP" and "CLICK" of the cell door across from him electronically unlocking!
Both Officers eyes widen as the prison cell of Aleksei Sytsevich opens, letting out smoke and smog from months of air-lock pressure. The Prisoner's facial expression mirrors the same surprise as the officers, as he too can't believe his "early-release." The state-of-shock quickly dissipates as the advanced inhibitor collar snaps off on its own and falls to the ground. Aleksei stands before the officers, his massive body pulsing with enhanced steroids, feeding his strength. Officer Stevens is instantly paralyzed by fear, but O'Brian quickly reaches for his 9mm pistol. "Did you idiots even read his case files?" Hardesky sneers at the officers from his cell, again, watching from across the hall.
O'Brian's hands shake and tremble as he aim's his pistol-attempting to fight back fear and muster up the nerve to pull the trigger. Before O'Brian could say "Freeze" his body is struck with 10,000 volts of electricity, frying his molecules instantly. The force of the energy blast shoots his lifeless corpse in mid-air towards Stevens who falls, ducking the impact of his slain partner.
Looking at O'Brian's dead body, Stevens cowers on the floor trembling at the feet of Aleksei as Robert Hardesky continues his taunt, "I don't know how the hell he got LOOSE, you unfortunate pig… but… you're gonna find out first hand how the Russian's torture their victims!"
"I would say I understand your frustration Lizzie, but I cant. When we were your age, Peter's uncle Ben was never late for a date."
Aunt May continues "This generation is so different, they don't care about responsibility!" Immediately those words cut Peter in his chest like a blade from Green Goblin's hover-glider as he approached the last step into the foyer of the Parker Residence. He glanced over at a framed picture sitting on a short table by the front door of him as a boy standing proudly with Ben Parker. "Oh… hey baby! We didn't see you standing there! I got so caught up in conversation with your aunt.."
Peter, still glancing at the picture, simply answers "Its okay." By now, May notices the damage her words have caused and attempts to interject "I'm sorry Dea—" Peter cuts her off "No, you're right Aunt May. Uncle Ben was…..Perfect, it seemed… He WAS a man of great responsibility." Liz attempts to lighten the mood by changing subjects "I'm so excited about the NYC Lights Concert series! Our favorite bands will be performing on an exclusive roof-top stage outside, over-looking Manhattan!"
Peter grabs Liz by the hand and walks out of the door. Liz tries to wave "bye" to Aunt May as Peter drags the beautiful girl behind him, slightly similar to a rag doll. "I won't keep him out long Mrs Parker!" Liz shouts, smiling.
Minutes later, the couple sit together snuggled up on the L-2 Bus en-route downtown. Liz holds Peter's hand tightly as he looks out of the window, gazing aimlessly at the approaching city lights. "Are you okay Pete? You don't seem like yourself." Liz asks. Her beautiful face filled with concern. Peter looks down at her, "I'll be fine Lizzie, its just that… ya' know…" He continues, embarrassed "Back at Midtown High, you were one of the hottest, most popular cheerleaders in the school, and now you're sitting here on a Bus because I can't afford a car." Peter further explains with frustration "My high school crush, our sexiest prom queen riding public transportation wit…" Liz immediately cuts him off "…with Empire State University's most intelligent and top neo-genetic physics student!"
Pete reels back in shock at Liz's encouraging response thinking to himself "Wow… She really doesn't care about what I don't have! She actually sees the man I can become." He blushes at her kind words, smiles and answers; "Yeaahhh… you're right. One day, I'm gonna turn our bus rides into chauffeured limousine cruises!"
Suddenly illuminated with reassurance and happiness, Peter pulls Liz closer to him and holds her tight. She passionately clinches his hands even tighter as the couple enjoys their ride through Manhattan, optimistic about their future.
As forecasted, rain drops slowly trickle onto the streets of New York. Within minutes it becomes a flash Storm pounding against the rooftop of the L-2 Bus. "Wait a minute… is that freakin' RAIN?!" shouts Peter looking at the ceiling distracted by the loud thumps of liquid crashing against the transit vehicle. Liz looks out of the window at the drenched skyline "Oh No! Our roof top concert! It's going to be ruined!"
Pete grabs his iPhone, looking up information about the show. "I'm checking the band's Twitter page. Maybe they tweeted…." Both of their faces drop as they look at the recent online post "The NYC Lights Concert Series has been cancelled due to inclement weather. #SorryFansWeLoveYou"
Liz always saving the day and looking on the bright side answers, "Its okay honey, maybe we can catch a movie!" She continues, "We can't get WET in there…" thinking for a moment, her mind traveling to the "gutter" as she responds with a naughty giggle "…or could we?" Peter is once again caught off guard, leaning in closer; he rubs his nose against hers with an equally mischievous expression.
"BOOM!" Their romantic moment is cut short by the crashing of concrete and rubble from several buildings a few blocks ahead near the George Washington Bridge. Cars screech to a halt and create a heavy traffic jam, trapping all commuters while innocent people scatter in the opposite direction of the disaster. The look of utter terror and fear gripping the faces of the fleeting victims disturbs Peter as he runs to the front of the bus looking through the driver's front windshield.
His "hero" instincts kicking in immediately, Peter yells to Liz, "I'll be back, we gotta do something!" She shouts back at him panicking, "Do WHAT Peter? What the hell CAN we do?!" He looks back at the impending chaos "There could be people trapped between the rubble, dying!" Before he jumps out of the bus, Peter answers, "The least someone can do is TRY!"
#AuthorNotes: Let me know what you guys think so far! - Kali