This is Doha. It's a fine city of capitalism, and Arabian Islam.
On the top story of a very nice tower, a party is in progress. There are many turbans and veils up here. At least they have the courtesy of being multi-colored, for a party...
There's coffee and chocolate. There are liquor-free cocktails. There's camel cheese, and camel meat. Some bread from the Somali States has been imported.
And, there's hookah smoke. There's cigar smoke, as well.
There's something a bit...robotic, about this crowd. They seem fidgety, and less party-like...
On stage, the Barenaked Ladies perform. They, too, seem a bit out-of-sorts...
Up in the vaults, a window is smashed. An arrow flies from it, and hits a pillar. It's got a cable attached to it.
An archer slides down the cable, lands on the floor, and rolls across it. The guests clear a space for him.
On the stage, the Barenaked Ladies stop playing, and gape. Barton, the archer, smiles, and aims his gauntlet at Ed Robertson's chest.
"A little out of your element," he asks, "are you, Mr. Robertson? Isn't this country against your band's titular being?"
Robertson is speechless. Barton winks, and fires a dart from his gauntlet. It hits Robertson in the chest. The rest of the band backs away, as Robertson falls to the stage floor, in seeming pain...
Barton watches, as Robertson is forced to shapeshift back into who he really is: a Skrull imposter.
"I know who you all are," Barton shouts. "You can cut this act!"
Moments later, Barton begins to regret his own request. All around, the party guests get naked. Simultaneously, they shapeshift into their default Skrull shapes. They're all short, and reptilian.
There's a sultan in the center. HE shapeshifts into Super-Skrull. He stands tall, flexes his Thing-like arms, and approaches the lone archer.
He towers over Barton. Barton almost bows.
"Fool," Super-Skrull growls, "to crash our party, or to clash with the Super-Skrull! We have puppets where you'd never believe!"
"Maybe so." Barton draws an arrow, and aims it. "But I imagine they've all got to do with the kings and high priests of the human race."
"Soon the Skrull Empire will have a new edition," Super-Skrull promises. "None who stand in our way will stand a chance!"
With that, Super-Skrull shapeshifts into a great cobra. His coils appear, all around Hawkeye, and trap him.
From above, the cobra towers, and shows its fangs to Barton. Barton smiles, and lets his arrow fly.
The cobra is fast. With one strike, he catches the arrow in midair, and breaks it.
"You'll have to do better than that," he hisses, "Hawkeye."
"I know."
Barton leaps, and evades getting ensnared by the great snake's coils. All around, all of the other Skrulls shapeshift into cobras, and aid their national hero against Hawkeye.