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CAMERA BEGINS ON A PURE BLACK SCREEN. MUTED SHOUTS AND CRIES CAN BE HEARD IN THE BACKGROUND, SLOWLY GROWING LOUDER UNTIL THEY ARE ACCOMPANIED BY THE SOUND OF DESCTUCTION AND EXPLOSIONS
JUST BEFORE THE SOUNDS BECOME DEAFENING, CUT TO A FIELD OF GRASS, REPLACING THE NOISE WITH A SOFT WIND
PAN OVER THE GRASS, CHANGING ANGLE UNTIL IT FACES DIRECTLY DOWNWARDS TO REVEAL A YOUNG BOY LAYING ON THE GROUND. A HEAVILY-CRUMPLED COMIC BOOK IS HELD OVER HIS FACE, HIDING IT FROM VIEW. THE COVER OF THE COMIC IS VISIBLE: AN IMAGE OF A MAN DRESSED IN A RED, WHITE, AND BLUE OUTFIT, HOLDING A SIMILARLY-COLORED SHIELD IN HIS HAND. IT IS TITLED, "CAPTAIN AMERICA: VOLUME 37."
MARTHA KENT
(V.O.)
Clark! Dinner!
IN RESPONSE TO THE VOICE, THE BOY READING THE BOOK SITS UP WITH A GASP, REVEALING HIS FACE: NERDY AND CHILDISH, WITH A PAIR OF UNKEMPT GLASSES
CLARK KENT
Coming, mum!
CUT TO A SIDE-VIEW OF CLARK KENT PUSHING HIMSELF OFF THE GROUND TO STAND. HE'S WEARING A PAIR OF DIRTY JEANS AND A LONG-SLEEVED FLANNEL SHIRT. HE IS BARE-FOOTED, WHICH ADDS TO THE FARMBOY AESTHETIC
CUT TO HIS HAND AS HE STUFFS THE COMIC IN HIS POCKET, ACCIDENTALLY CRUMPLING IT. PAN UP TO SHOW HIS FACE, AND HIS WINCE AT THE SOUND OF CRUMPLING PAPER
CLARK KENT
Uhh... Sorry, Captain.
CUT TO A WIDE SHOT AS CLARK KENT TAKES A FEW STEPS FORWARD, ABOUT TO TRANSITION TO A RUN. HOWEVER, HE PAUSES, BEFORE LOOKING DOWN AT HIMSELF
CLARK KENT
...Hm.
HIS FROWN TURNS TO A MISCHEVIOUS GRIN. SLOWLY PAN IN A CIRCLE AROUND HIM AS HE FALLS INTO A CROUCH... THEN LEAPS INTO THE AIR. THE GRASS AROUND CLARK KENT IS BLOWN AWAY, AND FOR ONLY A FEW FRAMES, WE SEE CLARK KENT ASCENDING AT INCREDIBLE SPEEDS, BEFORE THERE'S THE SOUND OF A BOOM, BEFORE CUTTING TO BLACK
UNKNOWN VOICE (V.O.)
You know these stories. They've been told before.
(Slow, soft music begins to play)
CUT TO A BLACK-AND-WHITE PICTURE OF A HUSBAND AND WIFE ON THEIR MARRIAGE DAY. THE FLOWERS THE WIFE IS HOLDING ARE ON FIRE, BUT BOTH SHE AND HER HUSBAND ARE LAUGHING, CONTRADICTING THE PRIEST'S PANIC AND THE WAY THE PHOTOGRAPH'S ANGLE IS TILTED, AS THOUGH THE ONE TAKING THE PICTURE HAD MOVED ALL OF A SUDDEN. THE BEST MAN CAN BE SEEN JUST SLIGHTLY IN THE BACKGROUND WEARING A SUIT AND GLASSES, WITH HIS FINGERS RUBBING HIS FOREHEAD
UNKNOWN VOICE (V.O.)
You may have even participated in one.
CUT TO AN ANGLE ZOOMED-IN ON THE HUSBAND'S FACE. AFTER A BEAT, CUT TO BLACK ONCE MORE
UNKNOWN VOICE (V.O.)
These characters...
A SLASHING NOISE CUTS THROUGH THE BLACKNESS, REVEALING A CHILD WITH BROWN HAIR HOLDING A KNIFE AND WEARING A HEART-SHAPED LOCKET. VINES LASH OUT FROM OUT OF VIEW, AND THE CHILD DUCKS AND ROLLS UNDER THEM. PAN TO VIEW OVER THEIR SHOULDER TO REVEAL A MONSTROUS FUSION OF PLANT, ANIMAL, AND MACHINE. IT LETS OUT A TERRIFYING LAUGH
CUT TO VIEW THE CHILD FROM AN UPWARD ANGLE. THERE IS NO FEAR IN THEIR EXPRESSION AS THEY GRIP THEIR BLADE TIGHTER- ONLY A FIERCE DETERMINATION
UNKNOWN VOICE (V.O.)
...These heroes...
CUT TO THE BACK A KNIFE-EARED YOUNG MAN WITH BLONDE HAIR, A BLUE TUNIC, AND A SWORD AND SHIELD ON HIS BACK, RIDING A STRANGELY-DESIGNED MOTORCYCLE. THE VIEW FOLLOWS HIM AS HE EXPERTLY DIPS AND WEAVES AND DRIVES BETWEEN OTHER VEHICLES ON THE HIGHWAY
UNKNOWN VOICE (V.O.)
...These villains...
CUT TO A TEENAGE BOY LOUDLY CACKLING AS A RED-AND-BLACK FLAME SURROUNDS HIM. PAN FROM LOW TO HIGH AS HIS OUTFIT, A PRINCELY WHITE UNIFORM, TRANSFORMS INTO BLACK TIGHTS, CLAWED GAUNTLETS, AND A SPIKED HELMET. HE SOUNDS JOYFUL AND FURIOUS AND DESPERATE ALL AT ONCE
UNKNOWN VOICE (V.O.)
...They are both hated and beloved by many.
(Music swells to a grand, energetic orchestra accompanied by chanting voices)
CUT TO A HEADER: "Witness as worlds collide,"
CUT TO A TEENAGE BOY WITH BLACK HAIR STARING AT HIMSELF IN THE MIRROR, AS HE SLOWLY LIFTS A MEDICAL EYEPATCH OFF OF HIS RIGHT EYE. HIS EYE, ONCE LOST, IS BEGINNING TO REGROW- A MEDICAL IMPOSSIBLY. FOR A BRIEF MOMENT, THE REFLECTION IN THE MIRROR BECOMES A BLACK, GREY, AND WHITE COSTUME, WITH THE EMBLEM OF A SPIDER IN ITS CHEST
CUT TO A HEADER: "And as heroes challenge heroes like never before."
CUT TO THE KNIFE-EARED YOUNG MAN LEAPING INTO THE AIR AND STRIKING A CIRCULAR, RED, WHITE, AND BLUE SHIELD. THE MAN HOLDING IT GRITS HIS TEETH AS HE PARRIES THE BLOW, FOLLOWED BY A FEROCIOUS SERIES OF ATTACKS AGAINST EACH OTHER
CUT TO A HEADER: "Nothing will ever be the same,"
CUT TO THE CACKLING BOY STEALTHILY SLITTING THE THROAT OF A SOLDIER IN TACTICAL GEAR. HIS FACE IS IMPASSIVE AS THE SOLDIER COLLAPSES. HE IS WEARING AN ARMBAND LABELLED "S.O." AND HAS A SILVER PISTOL HOLSTERED AT HIS HIP
CUT TO A HEADER: "for when one story ends, another begins."
CUT TO A WOMAN WITH LIME-GREEN HAIR WIELDING A SWORD MADE OF BONE AGAINST AN INVADING ARMY, STANDING BESIDE SOLDIERS WITH METAL ARMOR AND HORSES. CUT TO THAT SAME WOMAN LECTURING STUDENTS AS SHE USES A POINTER TO GESTURE AT A DIGITAL SCREEN. DESPITE CLEARLY BEING A TEACHER, HER BODY IS LEAN AND MUSCLED, AND HER EYES ANALYZE THE CLASSROM WITH A SOLDIER'S GAZE
CUT TO A HEADER: "But at the end of it all,"
CUT TO A RED-CLOAKED HUMANOID WITH A WHITE, BOOMERANG-SHAPED MASK WATCHING AS A STRANGE SHADOWY CREATURE WITH GLOWING WHITE EYES ASCENDS FROM OUT OF HER SHADOW
ACCOMPANIED BY A BOOM ON-BEAT WITH THE MUSIC, CUT TO A HEADER: "Justice"
ACCOMPANIED BY A BOOM ON-BEAT WITH THE MUSIC, CUT TO A HEADER: "Shall"
ACCOMPANIED BY A BOOM ON-BEAT WITH THE MUSIC, CUT TO A HEADER: "Be"
ACCOMPANIED BY A BOOM ON-BEAT WITH THE MUSIC, CUT TO A HEADER: "Done."
CUT TO BLACK AS THE MUSIC CRESCENDOS, THEN STOPS
AFTER A BEAT, SLOWLY FADE INTO A SHOT OF THE GRASS FIELD FROM THE BEGINNING OF THE TRAILER
A BEAT.
IN THE DISTANCE, A PERSON-SHAPED BLUR SOARS INTO THE SKY AS THE CAMERA RAPIDLY PANS TO FOLLOW THEM. AT THE SAME TIME, THE MUSIC SWELLS ONCE MORE
CUT TO A HEADER AS THE MUSIC REACHES ITS END: "The MCU+, a Megacrossover by Hello_I_Exist"
CUT TO A SCENE OF NINE PEOPLE, SITTING AROUND A TABLE IN A RUINED RESTURAUNT, EATING SCHWARMA. EIGHT OF THEM ARE HUMAN, ONE OF THEM IS NOT, BUT ALL OF THEM ARE EXHAUSTED
CUT TO A HEADER: "Coming Soon."