Survivor || John Wick & Avengers | WTM

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FADE TO:

EXT. THE WICK HOME - ESTABLISHING - EARLY DAY
SUPER: THREE YEARS LATER.

The homestead has been completely overhauled with a new roof on the house , the barn having been painted, the yard attended to... a picturesque scene worthy of a postcard.

INT. THE WICK HOME - THE MASTER BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS.

The alarm sounds, followed by silence when a heavy hand drops down upon the snooze button.

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

Silence.

THIMP. THUMP. THUMP.

Silence.

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

A beat... and Joanne sighs, pulls back the covers, and kicks out her legs, sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing her eyes.

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

Joanne glances over at Tones who lies on the bed, her paws crossed, held tilted, and tail excitedly wagging in notes of three.

Joanne growls. "I'm up, I'm up."

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"Aww, that's cute!" Yells Clint with a few agreeing due to their head nods.

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THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

(BEGIN MONTAGE)

Joanne fries up a couple of pieces of bacon and adds them to her plate of scrambled eggs and toast. She then kneels down next to Tones' bowl and pours some of the bacon grease over the kibble. As Joanne takes her seat at the table to enjoy her coffee, breakfast, and newspaper, Tones devours her meal.

With her car tilted up by jack stands, Joanne lays upon a creeper cart beneath it, changing the oil as-nearby- Tones lies in the sun, fast asleep. The vehicle is pristine: fully restored and lovingly detailed. Finishing up, Joanne slides out from beneath the vehicle, and wipes the grease from her hands with a shop towel.

Joanne said "That oughta' do it." Before she turns around to Tones, "Wanna try it out?"

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"Do you reckon this is something we can bond over? Like I know I'm a genius and I invent stuff but fixing cars and getting my hands dirty with grease sounds 'ugh!'. I guess I could do it for my sister."

Tony says while looking towards his parents and closest friends, being Pepper, Rhodey, and Happy.

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THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

At an abandoned airfield, the Mustang roses down the open stretch of landing strip as Tones stands at the open window, tongue wagging in the air. Joanne is in her element: calm, cool, and collected behind the wheel of her car... almost as if it is a natural extension of herself. She deftly shifts gears, reaching speeds in excess of 120 miles per hour before hitting a long patch of gravel, shifting, spinning the wheel, and skidding - while remaining in full control - as the wheels skim over the earth.