Coulson: I mean, if it's not too much trouble.
Steve: No, no. It's fine.
Coulson: It's a vintage set. It took me a couple of years to collect them all. Near mint, slight foxing around the edges, but...
Sitwell: We got a hit. Sixty-seven percent match. Weight, cross match, seventy-nine percent.
Coulson: Location?
Sitwell: Stuttgart, Germany. 28, Konigstrasse. He's not exactly hiding.
Fury: Captain, you're up.
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Outside the Stuttgart Museum, night. Loki is standing in front of the museum, dressed in 21st Century attire with his scepter disguised as a cane. He walks up to the entrance of the gala.Inside the Stuttgart Museum. A lavished gala with an orchestra playing is interrupted as the head doctor walks up to the mic.
Inside Helicarrier where Steve's locker is. Steve walks into the locker room. As he approaches to the steel cabinet, the doors already reveal Coulson's Captain America uniform, along with the famous shield. He stands in silence and takes the shield, trying to avoid looking at the dreadful suit.
Outside the museum. German guards stand in their positions. One of them is standing on tip of the roof, scoping. He then hears a sound. He looks down. One of his guards is shot with an arrow. He raises his gun. He is shot dead by an arrow. His body falls down. Barton and his crew arrive at the doors of the locked science building. Barton looks at the retinal scanner. He pulls out a SHIELD eye scanner instrument.
Inside the gala, Loki looks from above the museum and descends down to where the head doctor is. As he makes it down and near the stage, he flips his cane the other end. The guard there notices him, pulls out his gun, but Loki clubs his head in. Chaos erupts. Guests begin to leave the museum. Loki grabs the doctor and flips him over onto a marble table of the mythological creatures bilchsteim. Loki pulls out an optical torture device. He plunges down the doctor's eye. The doctor twists in pain. Suddenly from Barton's instrument, a holographic eye of the head doctor appears and the image of the doctor appears on screen. The doors to the facility open. Barton walks in and finds in a cabinet, a glass thermos with a cylinder of iridium. As the crowd runs away, Loki slowly walks out and materializes in his gold armor and helmet. The police arrive and with no hesitation, he blasts the cars, flipping them over and over.
Loki: Kneel before me.
The crowd ignores him. Three more Loki's appear, surrounding and blocking the crowd from escaping.
Loki: I said KNEEL!
While the crowd quietly kneels, Loki embraces out his arms with a wide smile
Loki: Is not this simpler? Is this not your natural state? It's the unspoken truth of humanity, that you crave subjugation. The bright lure of freedom diminishes your life's joy in a mad scramble for power, for identity. You were made to be ruled. In the end, you will always kneel.
As the words resonate to the kneeling crowd, an elder German man refuses to kneel and stands, heroic.
Man: Not to men like you.
Loki: There are no men like me.
Man: There are always men like you.
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