This is chapter 2!
Third person pov
Everyone sat back in their seats and got comfy as the movie started, Steve lo9oedd over at his crush (Tony obviously).
He looked terrified for some reason, Steve then put his hand on Tony's shoulder hoping to calm him down.
(1 EXT. STREETS OF LONDON - NIGHT 1
Autumnal streets seen through the sooty glass of a STREET
LAMP. Shadows within shadows. Fog in the air. Full moon.
WATSON (V.O.)
The year was 1891. London was the capital of the world -- the height of modernity, with the hiss of steam and smell of coal in the air.
It was also the great cesspool into which all the sinners and criminals of the empire drained.
Gas hisses audibly, the street lamp ignites, and casts a
POOL OF LIGHT onto the street, silhouetting a MAN making his way through the fog and dark shadows with a lantern.)
Tony visibly sucked in a breath as he heard the voice of his old friend.
(WATSON (V.O.)
I had come to London, ten years prior, to find a life after the Afghan war. I had hoped to start a medical practice and settle into a nice, steady existence. The life I found was anything but nice and steady.
We can see that the MAN wears a cape. The distinctive silhouette of his deerstalker hat is unmistakable. A
FURIOUS CLATTER OF HOOVES APPROACHES in the distance.
The MAN tugs on a pipe and turns towards the growing stampede.)
(WATSON (V.O.)
And that had everything to do with one man. My friend, my partner, my burden...
The MAN exhales a plume of smoke calmly, giving us the impression that he knows something that we don't.)
Clint laughed good naturally "he called you a burden, but his burden" as he did natasha reached over and slapped him on the head.
"we were close me and watson were" said Tony smiling as he thought of his old friend.
(WATSON (V.O.)
... Sherlock Holmes.
"what kind of name is sherlock holmes" asked thor, "he's a famous detective from the 1800s thor" said Bruce.
WHAM! The MAN in the deerstalker hat is KNOCKED FLAT by
A RUNNING MAN who has vaulted over a wall, sending him, his pipe, and hat flying across the cobbles.)
"when will you come in tony" asked Steve.
(The RUNNING MAN leans down as if to assist, but instead just picks up the smoker's broken umbrella and studies it. The MAN in the deerstalker hat's eyes widen as he recognizes his famous assailant.
MAN: Sherlock Holmes?!
SHERLOCK HOLMES offers the handle of the umbrella to the MAN, hauls him to his feet and hands back his broken umbrella.)
(HOLMES: My apologies. Send the bill to John Watson, 221B Baker Street.)
"finally your there tony" cried clint earning another slap from natasha.
Everyone laughed as they broke the silence.
(Sherlock Holmes sprints off down an alleyway. The MAN takes a step into the road to watch him go --
-- and is nearly flattened for good by the first of a number of POLICE CARRIAGES, hurtling by on a serious pursuit, Victorian-style.)
A Loki then appeared again but only his head showed
"also the movie will stop at parts for you to have a break bye now" he said and disappeared again.
Everyone then turned back to the screen.
(INT. CARRIAGE - CLOSEUP ON THE OFFICERS - NIGHT
inside. Big, uniformed guys assemble their weaponry -- a
19th century SWAT team. One man stands out as a leader,
older than the rest, INSPECTOR LESTRADE.)
Tony smiled as he saw the old Police officer again,
"Ahh Lestarde" he said fondly
Steve looked confused and a little jealous but he didn't let Tony see.
(A man in plainclothes sits to one side of the officers:
DR. JOHN WATSON, physically as tough as anyone else in
the carriage, but with a more pensive air about him. A
thinking man of action.)
Watson, thought Tony as he saw his friend he never forgot what he looked like.
(3 EXT. STREETS OF LONDON - NIGHT 3
Almost tipping over, the carriage turns onto the
Embankment and hurtles through the writhing fog along the river.
As the carriage banks, we see Holmes cut across the carriage path again, taking a line the horses cannot follow.)
(Holmes bursts out of an alley, sprints round a corner and runs across a courtyard to a side door.
WE PULL BACK to see the FACADE OF ST. PAUL'S CATHEDRAL.)
(5 INT. CATHEDRAL CRYPTS - ENTRANCE - NIGHT 5
Holmes enters through the door and stands at the top of a
stairwell. He takes a moment to recover; he's fit, but not as fit as he used to be.
Holmes descends the stairwell to a door and a spiral
staircase beyond it. He stops at the doorway and peers round the corner.
A lantern glow ascends the spiral stairway towards Holmes. Holmes withdraws into the shadows behind the
door. A BOWLER-HATTED MAN ascends the stairs, carrying the lantern and a gun.
He peers behind the door and holds the lantern up to the shadows, but does not see Holmes, who has pulled his
black jacket up to conceal his face. The man swings the lantern away again. He peers about, confused.
We see Holmes' eyes from the shadows, as he lowers his jacket and thinks through his plan of attack)
"what are you doing tony" said Bruce scared for his friend.
"I'm not doing anything Bruce, I've already does this and I'm here alive aren't I" said Tony smirking.
The end
Well this was a long chapter I hope you have liked it, it was fun to write I love writing these types of fanfics as you can tell.
Bye!
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