BENATAR, GALLEY - FLASHBACK NEBULA lasers shut Tony's infected wound. I don't even know if you're still…God, I hope so. TONY (O.S.): I don’t know if you're ever going to see these. SPACE - NIGHT THE BENATAR sparks, adrift. If you find this recording, don't post it on social media. TONY'S RECORDING: he stares directly into the "camera." TONY: This thing on? Hey, Ms. BENATAR, FLIGHT DECK - NIGHT Tony, thin and haggard, kneels in front of HIS BROKEN IRON MAN HELMET. Have fun? Nebula studies his hand, confused. BENATAR, GALLEY - NIGHT TONY STARK and NEBULA play table-top football. TITLE: "TWENTY-TWO DAYS LATER." Soon, THE BENATAR tumbles past, adrift… INT. CLINT BARTON (CONT’D): LAURA! CLINT MELTS DOWN, SPINNING AROUND, FRANTIC… MARVEL FLIP EXT. ![]() CLINT BARTON (CONT'D): Laura? Clint breaks into a panicked run. ![]() ![]() ![]() CLINT BARTON (CONT’D): Guys? Guys, come on… Clint walks toward the field, dread growing. NO ONE CAN BE SEEN FOR A HUNDRED YARDS IN ALL DIRECTIONS. The soccer ball rolls to a stop near the picnic blanket. CLINT BARTON (CONT'D): Lila? Babe, did you see Lila- He turns to his wife, BUT SHE’S GONE. Be right there! We're gonna kill some hot dogs. LAURA BARTON (O.S.): Enough murder practice! Soup's on! CLINT BARTON: One sec, babe.
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