Hello everyone! Welcome to another chapter of Avengers and Movies! There should be two chapters next week! One for Vampires Suck and The Hunger Games!
As if I didn't have enough on my plate already, another fanfic should be surfacing soon! Where the Avengers read fanfiction! I also want to do another where the Avengers React to trailers! :D Let me know your thoughts in a review ;)
Actually, one new fic is already being posted:
Adventures in Fanfiction
Enjoy!
Everyone assembled in the living room, a day or so after Hole in The Wall.Cuddled up in pyjamas and duvets, Tony voiced an important question.
"What should we watch?" the billionaire asked.
There was a moment or two of discussion.
"Silence of the Lambs?" Loki suggested.
"Haven't seen it." Clint shrugged.
"Me neither." Steve shrugged.
"Heard of it." Bruce nodded.
"Any warnings?" Tony asked as he found the movie and started to play it, turning to Loki as the lights dimmed.
"It's creepy as hell." Loki smirked. "Kind of like a... psychological thriller/horror."
Everyone else swallowed.
A class of about forty young FBI trainees, of both sexes, begins to rise from their seats, mingling and chatting. Clarice nods amiably to the "Suspect", then gives her "Hostage" a hand up. It's ARDELIA MAPP, her roommate. Her broad, clever face breaks into a big smile, as they both remove ear plugs. Clarice's voice has just a soft trace of southern accent.
"Damn, Clarice, how'd you make me?" Ardelia asked.
"Never cock. Just squeeze." Clarice indicated her gun.
"I love it when you talk dirty." Ardelia grinned.
Steve choked on his drink at the same time as Bruce, whilst everyone else laughed at them and the sexual joke. Once they had calmed down, they continued watching the movie.
DR. LECTER'S CELL Is coming slowly INTO VIEW... Behind its barred front wall is a second barrier of stout nylon net... Sparse, bolted-down furniture, many softcover books and papers. On the walls, extraordinarily detailed, skillful drawings, mostly European cityscapes, in charcoal or crayon. Clarice stops, at a police distance from his bars, clears her throat.
"Dr. Lecter... My name is Clarice Starling. May I talk with you?" Clarice asked.
Dr. Hannibal Lecter is lounging on his bunk, in white pajamas, reading an Italian Vogue. He turns, considers her... A face so long out of the sun, it seems almost leached - except for the glittering eyes, and the wet red mouth. He rises smoothly, crossing to stand before her; the gracious host. His voice is cultured, soft. DR. LECTER Good morning. CUTTING BETWEEN THEM As Clarice comes a measured distance closer.
"Doctor, we have a hard problem in psychological profiling. I want to ask for your help with a questionnaire." Clarice spoke.
""We" being the Behavioral Science Unit, at Quantico. You're one of Jack Crawford's, I expect.?" Doctor Lecter enquired.
"I am, yes." Clarice answered.
"May I see your credentials?" Doctor Lecter asked.
Clarice is surprised, but fishes her ID card from her bag, holds it up for his inspection. He smiles, soothingly.
"Closer, please... closer..." Doctor Lecter whispered .
She complies each time, trying to hide her fear. Dr. Lecter's nostrils lift, as he gently, like an animal, tests the air. Then he smiles, glancing at her card.
"He creeps the fuck out of me already." Tony moaned.
"Wait till later." Loki chuckled.
"This dude gets worse?" Pepper gaped.
"Please no!" Steve protested.
"Gets a lot worse." Loki emphasized a lot.
"Aw man…" Clint shuddered.
"Shut up and watch!" Natasha threatened.
Clamming up, they all gulped before returning to the movie.
"And the questionnaire...?" Clarice asks.
"A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti... Fly back to school, little Starling." Doctor Lecter spoke.
He steps backwards, then returns to his cot, becoming as still and remote as a statue. Frustrated, Clarice hesitates, then finally shoulders her bag and goes, leaving the questionnaire in his tray. But after just a few steps, as she passes -MIGG'S CELL She sees that creature at his bars again, hissing at her.
"I b-bit my wrist so I c-can diiiieeee! S-ee how it bleeeeeeeeds?" Miggs hissed.
The dark figure suddenly flings his palm towards her, and CLARICE Is spattered on the face and neck - not with blood, but with pale droplets of semen. She gives a little cry, touching her fingers to the wetness. Stunned, near tears, she forces herself to straighten up and walk on, fumbling for a tissue.
"Oh god." Steve covered his eyes.
"CAPTAIN INNOCENT!" Jane sounded the fake alarm.
"CAPTAIN VIRGIN!" Tony bellowed.
"HEY!" Steve blushed furiously.
"LIKE A VIIIIIIIRGINNNNN…" Loki sang.
"IN A HEARTBEAT!" Clint joined in.
"TOUCHED FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME!" Tony winked at Steve.
"OH FUCK YOU!" Steve covered his face with a cushion.
"No, certainly not, Captain Virgin. We must preserve your innocence." Loki sighed.
The Avengers all burst out laughing, save for Steve, before continuing with the movie.
From behind her, Dr. Lecter calls out, very agitated.
"Officer Starling... Officer Starling!" Doctor Lecter called.
Clarice slows, stops. She shudders, but makes the very difficult choice to turn, walk back, stand again in front of DR. LECTER Who's shivering with rage. For an instant his face opens, and we catch a glimpse into hell itself. Then he's composed again.
"I would not have had that happen to you. Discourtesy is – unspeakably ugly to me." Doctor Lecter shuddered.
"Then please - do this test for me." Clarice urged.
"No. But I will make you happy... I'll give you a chance for what you love most, Clarice Starling." Doctor Lecter almost smirked.
"What's that, Dr. Lecter?" Clarice asked.
"Advancement, of course." Doctor Lecter almost smiled.
"You chose an intriguing movie, brother." Thor wore a look of concentration.
"I agree." Bruce nodded, very interested.
Loki grinned and puffed up his chest. Somehow, he still managed to look masculine in his Stitch onesie.
"Do you recall my instructions to you, Starling? What were they?" Campbell asked over the phone.
"To complete and file my report by 0800 Wednesday. But sir-" Clarice paused.
"Then do that, Starling. Do just exactly that." Campbell urged.
"Sir, what is it? There's something you're not telling me." Clarice asked.
"…Miggs has been murdered." Campbell answered after a lengthy pause.
"Murdered...? How?" Clarice was startled and upset.
"The orderly heard Lecter whispering to him, all afternoon, and Miggs crying. They found him at bed check. He'd swallowed his own tongue...Chilton is scared stiff the family will file a civil rights lawsuit, and he's trying to blame it on you. I told the little prick your conduct was flawless….Starling...?" Campbell sounded strained and even exhausted, perhaps shocked.
"I'm here, sir, I just - I don't know how to feel about it." Clarice stuttered.
"Swallowed his own tongue?" Steve whispered.
"Yes." Loki nodded.
"Oh god…" Pepper huddled closer to Tony. Jane cuddled up to Thor.
"Your reactions amuse me." Loki kept his expression deadpan.
"How are you so…" Clint started.
"Calm? Watching this?" Natasha finished.
"I've had worse…." Loki answered softly, hanging his head.
CLARICE is Staring into the distance, shaken, still trembling from the child's shock. We see Dr. Lecter, over her shoulder, studying her intently.
"They were slaughtering the spring lambs?" Doctor Lecter enquired.
"Yes...! They were screaming." Clarice answered.
"So you ran away..." Doctor Lecter mused.
"No. First I tried to free them... I opened the gate of their pen – but they wouldn't run. They just stood there, confused. They wouldn't run..." Clarice's voice trailed off.
"But you could. You did." Doctor Lecter finished for her.
"I took one lamb. And I ran away, as fast as I could..." Clarice spoke.
"This gets weirder and weirder." Clint shuddered.
"Agreed." Natasha nodded.
"But it's interesting." Bruce shrugged.
"SHUT UP!" Loki bellowed. He then quietened. "It's getting good."
IN FLASHBACKA vast Montana plain, and crossing this, a tiny figure - the little Clarice, holding a lamb in her arms.
"Where were you going?" asked.
"I don't know. I had no food or water. It was very cold. I thought – if I can even save just one... but he got so heavy. So heavy..." Clarice sounded sad.
The tiny figure stops, and after a few moments sinks to the ground, hunched over in despair.
"I didn't get more than a few miles before the sheriff's car found me. The rancher was so angry he sent me to live at the Lutheran orphanage in Bozeman. I never saw the ranch again..." Clarice continued.
"But what became of your lamb?" Doctor Lecter asked.
(no response)
"Clarice...?" Doctor Lecter spoke.
BACK TO SCENE As the adult Clarice turns, staring into his feverish eyes. She shakes her head, unwilling - or unable - to say more.
"You still wake up sometimes, don't you? Wake up in the dark, with the lambs screaming?" Doctor Lecter asked.
"Yes..." Clarice sounded suspicious.
"Do you think if you saved Catherine, you could make them stop...? Do you think, if Catherine lives, you won't wake up in the dark, ever again, to the screaming of the lambs? Do you...?" Doctor Lecter started.
"Yes!" Clarice interrupted. "I don't know...! I don't know."
(a pause; then, oddly at peace)
"Thank you, Clarice." Doctor Lecter smiled spookily.
"Phewwwweeee this shit is intense." Tony breathed out.
"I agree, friend Stark. This is both interesting and has a hint of terror to it." Thor nodded in agreement to Tony's statement.
VARIOUS ANGLES - EACH BLURRING INTO STOP-ACTION
Pembry starting into the cell, reaching for his riot baton...Dr. Lecter smashing against the cell door, driving it into Pembry,pinning him across the chest, against the door frame...Boyle, on one knee on the floor, digging desperately in his pants pocket for his handcuff key...Pembry's hand, mashed against his body by the door, as he strains frantically to reach the baton at his waist...Pembry's eyes, widening in horror as he stares at...Dr. Lecter's bared teeth, flashing towards him...Dr. Lecter gripping Pembry's face in his jaws, shaking it like a dog shakes a rat...
"Holy-oh god…" Clint shuddered.
"This man is mad." Thor agreed.
"No shit." Tony rolled his eyes.
The room was silent once more.
Boyle finding his key, but in his terror dropping it...Dr. Lecter yanking the mace can and riot baton from the dazed Pembry's belt, spraying him in his bloody face, then clubbing him to his knees...Boyle, mouth open in a silent scream, finding his key again, unlocking the handcuff, but then, as he starts to rise, seeing...Dr. Lecter standing over him, with the riot baton raised high; he swings it viciously down, again and again and again... Then normal SOUND and MOTION are restored as we go to -CLOSE ANGLE ON The cassette player, and the portrait of Clarice, both now flecked with blood. In addition to the Bach, we now hear soft PANTING, close by, and whimpering SOBS in the background.ANGLE ON DR. LECTER Eyes closed, lost in a favorite passage of the music. His bloodyfingers drift airily with the notes, as his breathing slows to normal.He opens his eyes, sighs contentedly, looks down.
The living room was silent as they all absorbed what the hell had just happened.
CUT TO: INT. HISTORICAL SOCIETY ROOM - NIGHT (BRIGHTLY LIT)ANGLE on the door, from inside, its lettering reversed on the frosted glass. The Bach is VERY LOUD. After a moment the door is shouldered open, hard enough for the glass to shatter, Tate following his gun inside, moving low, then other cops appearing behind him in the doorframe. They all freeze, staring in utter horror.
"Oh no... no..." Sgt Tate stuttered.
THEIR POV is a brief snapshot from hell. The two uniformed bodies, one sprawled on its back near the door, the other still in the cell, have been savaged by a knife. Blood and gore everywhere. The faces are unrecognizable.
"Oh god." Pepper hid behind Tony.
"The….the horror!" Steve slid further down the sofa.
Clarice emerges from the bathroom in a half-crouch, arms out, both hands on the gun, extended just below the level of her unseeing eyes. She stops, listens. In her raw-nerved darkness, every SOUND is unnaturally magnified - the HUM of the refrigerator... the TRICKLE of water... her own terrified BREATHING, and Catherine's faraway, echoing SOBS... Moths smack against her face and arms. She eases forward, then stops again, listens...
"This is fucking creepy." Clint shuddered.
"Meh." Loki shrugged.
DR. LECTER Smiles into his mobile phone. He is stretched out on a lounger, on a tiled patio, languidly paring an orange with a penknife. His appearance is quite altered - a beard, glasses, lighter hair. He's had some cosmetic surgery, as well.
"Your lambs are still for now, Clarice, but not forever... You'll have to earn it again and again, this blessed silence. Because it's the plight that drives you, and the plight will never end." Doctor Lecter spoke into the phone.
"Dr. Lecter" Clarice sounded shocked.
"I have no plans to call on you, Clarice, the world being more interesting with you in it. Be sure you extend me the same courtesy." Doctor Lecter smirked.
"You know I can't make that promise." Clarice's voice softened.
"Goodbye, Clarice..." Doctor Lecter's voice then softened. "You looked - so very lovely today, in your blue suit."
CUT TO:INT. DORM HALLWAY - NIGHT As Clarice reacts, the fill weight of his words sinking in.
"Dr. Lecter... Dr. Lecter...!" Clarice was frantic.
"He said goodbye?" Thor asked.
"Sort of." Loki shrugged.
"Interesting." Thor nodded.
But only a DIAL TONE comes from the phone. She is still staring at herreceiver, in shock, as we -CUT BACK TO:EXT. THE MOONLIT PATIODr. Lecter sighs, sets his phone down, then rises. Popping an orange section into his mouth, he turns towards the brightly lit house. Stepping delicately over the sprawled body of a uniformed security guard, he walks in through open french doors.CUT TO:INT. A BOOKLINED STUDYIn a swivel chair, amidst the wreckage of his papers and books, is the writhing figure of Dr. Frederick Chilton. The extreme intricacy of his bindings recalls Dr. Lecter's own former restraints. His screams are muffled by the tape over his mouth; he stares at Dr. Lecter like a rabbit trapped in headlights. DR. LECTER Considers him for a genial moment, then raises the little pen-knife.His eyes are twinkling.
"Well, Dr. Chilton. Shall we begin?" Doctor Lecter smirked.
FADE OUT
THE END
The room was silent as the credits rolled, each of the Avengers, save for Loki, shocked at what they had just viewed. Seeing that his teammates were shaken, he decided to lighten their moods.
"Vampires Suck next week?" Loki suggested.
"FUCK YEAH!" Clint high-fived the trickster.
"Speaking of 'Twilight', want to hear a joke?" Loki smirked.
"Sure." Natasha shrugged.
"Well," Loki cleared his throat. "How many Twilighters does it take to screw on a light bulb?"
"No idea." Steve was puzzled.
"Me neither, they're all too busy fighting over who gets to be Mrs Cullen." Loki kept a straight face.
Tony facepalmed.