Secret Invasion

Yes?

I'll be right there. Don't move.

Imagine a world where information can't be trusted.

Not very hard, is it?

News service says one thing,

website says another.

Society starts to fray.

All we can turn to are the people we care about.

But what if those people weren't who we thought they were?

What if the ones closest to us,

the ones we've trusted our whole lives...

...were someone else entirely?

What if they weren't even human?

Agent Prescod, respectfully...

uh, what exactly are you talking about?

Chaos.

And that's only the beginning.

Five global terrorist strikes within the past year.

Each one claimed by a different group.

It's business as usual.

That's precisely what they want you to think.

Argentina attacks Colombia, Colombia attacks the Philippines.

A violent chain reaction consuming the globe.

Do you realize that the entire world is at war?

Well, the atmosphere has been tense.

There is an architect to that tension, Agent Ross.

These attacks are escalating.

If they hit the soil of the major power... Oh.

So you... You think the same people are behind all of this?

Not people...

Skrulls.

Come on, Ross, you know the stories.

This didn't start yesterday.

It started 30 years ago when the Skrulls found Earth.

Carol Danvers and Nick Fury promised to find them a new planet.

But now...

now they don't want just any planet, they want ours.

Look, can't you see it?

All these groups, they're the same.

Skrulls could be anybody, anywhere, at any time.

And there is only a tiny handful known to live on Earth.

- That's barely enough to... - To what?

You have no goddamn idea what you're talking about, Ross!

There could be thousands of them, tens of thousands!

And you would never know.

Okay, Prescod, let's play a little game of forest for the trees, shall we?

Yes, Skrulls can shapeshift. Yes, they're looking for a new home.

But, as you say,

the only Skrull contact has been through Nick Fury.

That means they're our allies.

Then where is Fury?

He's on S.A.B.E.R.!

God... And if I'm gonna bring him down for whatever the hell this is,

I need to give him something more than just theories, I need evidence.

All these other attacks,

they would be nothing compared to this.

This is the one that sets the world on fire.

I stopped filing reports at the office. Don't know who I can trust anymore.

Other than you...

Hey, Prescod, look, I'm here to help. Okay?

So... So let me take this and I'll give the information to Fury.

Okay?

Yeah.

I need an extract. Fast.

I need an extract.

Academica Metro Station, six blocks northeast.

Ross.

Show me your hands.

- Talos. - It's me.

What the hell are you doing here?

I'm chasing him.

He was one of you.

No, he's...

He... He's one of them.

Welcome back to Earth.

He's upstairs.

Is that from home?

Santo Millika.

That's a Skrull sky plant.

Soren. She brought the seed with her wherever she went.

And it's changed since she planted it. It's adapted to the planet.

Yeah, well, you always believed that was possible.

I still do.

I am so sorry.

Me, too.

Soren loved you.

But she worried, mate,

that it would take something like this to bring you back to Earth.

And I guess she was right.

Tell me about Gravik.

Let's... Let's just talk about you first, yeah?

We've been helping you for all these years to ensure that you kept your promise.

But after The Blip, you were different.

And then you disappeared.

Carol Danvers disappeared.

And so did G'iah.

Hold it. Your daughter? Disappeared too... Where?

She was young.

Angry that our people still don't have a home.

Many of them are upset.

I got kicked off the Council, pushed into exile.

But, Gravik...

Gravik, mate, he took your abandonment that much harder.

Come on.

Gravik is now the newest member of the Skrull Council.

He preys on the collective rage of young, displaced Skrulls.

Where is his ass?

He's here. He's in Russia.

Skrulls are immune to radioactivity

and Russia has the most abandoned nuclear plants on Earth.

But here's the thing. These plants, they're not on the books.

And we don't know where he is.

Well, what else do we know about his plans?

Well, he's already made them.

This is what Agent Ross's imposter was trying to cover up.

Schematics for a dirty bomb intercepted by Prescod.

Prescod had been monitoring a new radical group called the AAR,

Americans Against Russia,

which he believed to be the next Skrull front for a terrorist attack.

Gravik's trying to start a war between Russia and the United States?

That was Prescod's theory.

And he's gonna use this bomb to do it?

Does he have the materials for that?

A weapons cache in Kazakhstan,

raided the same day that Prescod was killed.

We brought you here for a reason.

If he succeeds, um,

your species will cease to exist.

Shit.

I'm going for a walk.

You're going for a walk in Moscow at night?

Well, you're gonna stand out.

We have a situation, Mr. President.

- Concerning? - Agent Fury.

We've just received word that he's left S.A.B.E.R.

What do you mean, "He left S.A.B.E.R.?"

Well, I can try to think of a different word. Abandoned, departed...

Agent Fury is building up the most complex aerospace defense system

in the history of mankind.

- He can't just leave. - No, I agree, sir.

And unfortunately,

we also intercepted an encrypted message from Agent Hill to Agent Fury.

We haven't been able to decode it yet, but we know they're old friends.

Given the fact that I could reach neither Agent Hill nor Agent Fury,

they're effectively AWOL.

Deal with it.

Yes, sir.

This is so exciting.

Let's see, large Black man, Moscow.

Well, it could either be Nick Fury, or the ghost of Paul Robeson.

Okay, go ahead, take the hood off.

Oh! Damn, and I was hoping for a command performance of Ol' Man River.

Good to see you too, Sonya.

So, did you just have me extraordinarily renditioned by a group of your thugs?

Were you lot extraordinary?

Oh!

You usually only scratch the surface of mediocrity.

You must be finally putting it all together. Well done.

Okay. You can go. That's... That'll do.

"Extraordinary," well, that's wonderful.

It is so good to see you.

You look amazing.

Thanks.

- Drink? - Love one.

Do you have some sort of clock fetish that you've been

keeping from me all these years?

It was an old English spymaster that started the tradition.

A clock goes up when your time in circus is done.

And I like to think I still have a few juggling acts left in me.

Oh. Make yourself at home, Fury.

I'm pretty sure you recollect my drink of choice as bourbon.

I might have welcomed you home,

but I still haven't forgiven you for destroying my expensive flat.

You mean city.

It's bottom shelf piss for you or nothing.

So, what are you doing in Moscow?

Same as you, trying to kill the Skrull rebellion in its crib.

You know the rebel leader personally, don't you?

I knew him.

Is that why you came down from your space station?

You feel responsible?

What do you know about a heist

at a black market storage facility in Kazakhstan?

It happened couple days ago.

Doesn't ring a bell.

You know, I may not know when a Skrull is pretending to be a human,

but I sure as hell know when a human is lying.

You know damn well what was in that storage vault.

The fact that you don't know

tells me all I need to know about this new, rather old Nick Fury.

I think that Thanos's snap changed you.

Taught you that no matter how hard you fight for what's right,

there's always someone stronger to undermine you.

You seem to forget this "old Nick Fury"

has 30 years of hands-on experience with the Skrulls.

I know the nature of this threat way better than you ever will.

Is that your idea of an offer of some sort of collaboration between us?

We used to work pretty well together back in the day.

Back then, you would've seen my rather mediocre bag men

coming a mile away.