Toomes: Things are never gonna be the same now. I mean, look at this. You got aliens. You got big green guys tearing down buildings. When I was a kid, I used to draw cowboys and Indians.
Mason: Actually, it's Native American, but whatever.
Toomes: Yeah. Tell you what, though. It ain't bad, is it?
[Toomes squints at the drawing and Mason nods.]
Mason: No. Yeah. Kid's got a future.
Toomes: Yeah, well... We'll see, I guess.
"It's a good drawing for a kid!" Quill shouted, with Scott nodding along.
"Oh please coloniser! I was drawing blue prints for hover trains when I was ten!" Shuri responded, earning odd looks from the people around her, except Tony who looked intrigued and impressed.
[Toomes looks up at the damaged Avengers Tower. Helicopters pass overhead. Scaffolding covers the tower's lower floors. A roving view sends us into a ruined building across the street.]
[A clean-up crew works around a giant deceased Chitauri alien creature with pointed teeth. Alien artefacts lie among the rubble. Walking through the site, Toomes gives a worker a thumbs up. He turns to Herman Schultz, who is one of his workers.]
"What were the Chitauri doing on Terra!" Gamora whisper shouted.
"How do you know of the Chitauri?" Fury responded, narrowing his eyes.
"The Chitauri respond to the Mad Titan Thanos, a tyrant who goes to different planets slaughtering half of the population. Why were the Chitauri on Terra is a more important question!" Rocket questioned.
"Okay first, our planet is called Earth, and second, we may or may not have been experimenting on the Tesseract" Tony answered in a sharp tone.
"Ha ha ha ha ha!," Rocket burst out laughing, "you experimented on an Infinity stone and Thanos sent his army! Ha! Karma's a bitch".
"I am Groot" Groot said, earning a nod from the Guardians.
"I'm sorry but what is an Infinity stone?" Steve Rogers asked. All of the Guardians swivelled their heads around to Steve, an incredulous looks plastered on his face.
"Everyone keep quiet. All of your questions will eventually be answered" the booming voice of the Beyonder was heard throughout the cinema
Toomes: No, hey! Uh-uh! You can't saw through that stuff. These alien bastards are tough. You gotta use the stuff they use.
[He picks up an alien object from the ground and uses it as a tool to break down the Chitauri chariot.]
Toomes: See?
Schultz: All right.
Toomes: All right. (to Brice) Oh, hey! Glad you could join us. Afternoon.
Brice: Yeah. My alarm didn't go off.
"Pfft, that's the most over used excuse anyone could give" Sam said, getting a nod from Rhodes
Toomes: Yeah, yeah, yeah, your alarm. Look, just go stack that armour plating like I asked you. This is a huge deal for us.
[Anne Marie Hoag, the director of the Department of Damage Control, walks into the salvage site with her crew.]
Anne Marie Hoag: Attention, please! In accordance with Executive Order 396B, all post-battle cleanup operations are now under our jurisdiction. Thank you for your service. We'll take it from here.
"Who the hell are you?" Rhodey said, not noticing Tony sweating profusely in his seat.
Toomes: Who the hell are you?
DODC Agent: Qualified personnel.
Toomes: Look, I have a city contract to salvage all this, okay, with the city, so-
Anne Marie Hoag: I apologise, Mr. Toomes, but all salvage operations are now under our jurisdiction. Please turn over any and all exotic materials that you've collected, or you will be prosecuted.
[The workers look puzzled. A worker slips an alien artifact that looks like a power source into his pocket unnoticed.]
Toomes: Ma'am, what am I- Please. Come here. Hey, lady, come on. Look... I bought trucks for this job. I brought in a whole new crew. These guys have a family. I have a family. I'm all in on this. I could lose my house.
All of the heroes in the cinema look somber, they felt like it was their fault that New York was attacked, and now regular people were having to pay for their mistakes.
Anne Marie Hoag: I'm sorry, sir. There's nothing I can do.
[Toomes is left to stare at her back as she leaves. Behind him, a Damage Control Agent speaks up.]
DODC Agent: Maybe next time, don't over extend yourself.
"Ooooooo! Fight! Where are their blasters?" Rocket shouted.
[Toomes looks around and grins.]
Toomes: What'd you say?
[He looks around at his crew of workers. Brice whistles.]
Toomes: Yeah, he's right. I overextended myself.
[Suddenly, he punches the agent. The agents point their guns at him.]
Worker: Don't do it.
Anne Marie Hoag: Put them down.
[The agents lower their guns.]
Anne Marie Hoag: If you have a grievance, you may take it up with my superiors.
Toomes: Your superiors. Who the hell are they?
[We see a TV screen playing the news about Tony Stark and his contract with Damage Control. Toomes watches the TV with an angry look on his face.]
Everyone in the cinema turn to glare at Tony who looks down at his lap sheepishly.
"Look, I didn't really know that this would put people out of their jobs okay?" He said.
"Oh please Stark! You don't care about the little people!" Wanda spat, almost jumping at the billionaire, only for Clint to hold her back.
News Anchor: A joint venture between Stark Industries and the federal government, the Department of Damage Control will oversee the collection and storage of alien and other exotic materials.
Schultz: So now the assholes who made this mess are being paid to clean it up.
Mason: Yeah, it's all rigged.
"This mess wasn't made by us you asshole!" Clint shouted at the screen, throwing some popcorn kernels at Schultz, only to realise that he was holding some popcorn. The Beyonder must have given him some snacks.
[Mason is tinkering with the alien power source that one of the workers stole from the salvage site earlier that day.]
News Anchor: Experts estimate there are over fifteen hundred tons of exotic material scattered throughout the Tri-state area.
[The glowing alien artifact is now connected to a motor with wires. The blades on the motor start to spin and the machine floats off the table. One of the workers pulls off a tarpaulin sheet covering a large piece of Chitauri artifact, revealing a dozen of glowing Chitauri energy cores.]
Worker: Hey, chief! We still have another load from yesterday. We're supposed to turn this in, right?
Brice: I ain't hauling it.
Mason: It's too bad. We could have made some pretty cool stuff from all that alien junk.
[Toomes stares at the truck full of alien items and makes up his mind.]
Toomes: I tell you what, let's keep it. The world's changing.
[Mason lifts his magnifying goggles and looks at his boss.]
Toomes: It's time we change, too.
4 YEARS LATER [The Rolling Stones' "Can't You Hear Me Knocking" is playing in the warehouse. Workers are moving piles of alien tech and tinkering with machines. Mason works on an elaborate rifle gun. Another worker fires a neon blast from an exotic gun. The blast shears a large item in half. Workers load piles of high tech weapons onto a van.]
"Oh god that's such a good song!" Quill shouted out in excitement.
[Cash pours through a money counting machine.]
[A figure wearing a flying suit with expensive metal wings soars toward the warehouse. Doors in the ceiling open and the figure drops crates of alien tech from the suits' claw-like feet. The helmeted figure comes through the roof and lands on the platform. He steps out of the wing suit and faces Mason.]
Toomes: There you go, Mason.
[The helmet opens, revealing Toomes. Mason grins.]
Toomes: Business is good.
"Crap" Tony muttered. He'd done it again, he had made a threat which would endanger innocent people, it was all his fault!