Marvel's Damage Control (Dominij004/Painless14 MCU Disney + series)

Episode 2: The Virus

INT. DAMAGE CONTROL HQ - MORNING

It's early morning at Damage Control HQ. Sunlight filters through the windows of the conference room where ANN-MARIE HOAG stands at the head of a table, holding a report in her hands. Around the table, JEMMA SIMMONS, LENNY BARLINGER, ROBIN CHAPEL, and GENE STRAUSER are seated, all looking up with focused expressions.

ANN-MARIE HOAG
(Setting down the report)
"We have a situation that SHIELD has asked us to look into. Last night, a man was found dead in his home under... unusual circumstances."

She taps a tablet, and an image of a suburban home crime scene appears on the screen: a man's body lies on the floor, surrounded by a pool of dark, dried liquid.

JEMMA SIMMONS
(Leans forward, her brow furrowed)
"Unusual in what way?"

ANN-MARIE HOAG
"According to initial reports, the victim experienced days of intense coughing, chest pain, and, toward the end... well, he started vomiting what looks like a black, tar-like substance. It matches preliminary reports SHIELD's been gathering on possible alien contaminants."

The team exchanges uneasy glances.

GENE STRAUSER
(Eyes narrowing as he examines the image)
"Alien contaminants? So this could be some kind of leftover Chitauri tech residue?"

ANN-MARIE HOAG
"Possibly. That's why they want us involved. Gene, you'll handle scanning for any alien energy traces. Jemma, bring along your biological analysis equipment. We need to know if this is a biological threat or if it's something... different."

Jemma nods, her expression shifting from concern to determination.

ROBIN CHAPEL
"And I'll coordinate with local authorities. The faster we clear this up, the better."

Ann-Marie looks around the room, her gaze firm.

ANN-MARIE HOAG
"Exactly. This isn't just about investigating one case—if we're dealing with a contaminant, there could be more out there. Let's move."

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EXT. SUBURBAN HOME - DAY

The team arrives at a modest suburban house, the yard surrounded by yellow police tape. A couple of police officers stand guard, nodding as the Damage Control team passes.

INT. SUBURBAN HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY

Inside the house, the living room is silent and dimly lit. The man's body lies on the floor, covered with a sheet. The air is still, with a faint, chemical odor lingering.

Jemma Simmons kneels beside the body, carefully lifting the sheet to examine the scene. Dark, tar-like residue has dried around the man's mouth and pooled on the floor.

JEMMA SIMMONS
(Examining the residue)
"It's thick, viscous... almost like it's congealed. Whatever it is, it doesn't look like any natural biological reaction."

She takes out a small sampling kit, using a swab to collect a sample of the black liquid.

GENE STRAUSER
(Waving a scanner over the body)
"I'm getting faint energy readings. They're weak, but they match the Chitauri spectrum we've cataloged."

Jemma looks up at him, concern flashing in her eyes.

ROBIN CHAPEL
(Approaches a nearby police officer)
"Do we have any information on his condition leading up to this?"

POLICE OFFICER
(Nods, flipping through his notes)
"Neighbors said he'd been complaining of chest and stomach pain for a few days. Then, yesterday, the coughing got worse, and he started bleeding from his nose. We assumed it was some kind of infection, but... well, I've never seen anything like this."