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2x09 - The Hawk and the Spider

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Whitney, you're interrupting my work.
What do you want?

Hi, daddy.

I need you help.
I'm down in the garage

and I, um...
locked my keys in my car.

I'm busy on a project.
I'll have security open it for you.

Um, no, dad, it has to be you.
We need to talk.

And it's not about
my allowance.

Fine. Wait for me,
I'll be right down.

And, Whitney,
this better be important.

It's important, dad, promise.

Sweet. Did it work?
Did I totally sound like her?

Always something.
Want this, want that.

Constantly interrupting
my important work. No initiative.

You did great, Pepper.
Stane never leaves his office these days.

And he's being super cautious.

Keeping the user interface chip
we discovered in his personal safe.

I don't think I could stand
another minute

cooped up with Stane and his
cheap cologne.

Bingo.

This U.I. chip isn't as fast
as my neural interface.

But in the wrong hands,
it could cause some major trouble.

Huh?

Thanks for the help,
shell head.

But next time
leave the thieving to the pros.

What the--

Tony, you okay?
What happened?

I just got jacked by...
Robin Hood?

I can't believe this.
It was right in my hands.

There he is.
You acrobatic jerk.

I'm putting a stop
to this quick.

A bow and arrow?

Your arsenal is outdated
by about 10,000 years, buddy.

I don't want to hurt you
so just give back what you stole.

Oh, so you can steal it?

I won't be so worried
about my tech, tin man.

Huh?

Not feeling so high-tech now are you?

Tell me how
that pavement tastes?

Nice fancy arrows.

Maybe the has gas arrows
or boxing glove arrows.

Oh, maybe he has laser-guided
brain drilling arrows.

Had enough, pal?

That was a cheap shot, man.

I've got sensitive ears, you know?

Listen, purple arrow,
or whatever you call yourself.

I want to know who hired you!
Now!

Don't look down
you metal nose at me.

You were stealing yourself.
And the name's Hawkeye, pal.

Who do you work for? Hammer?

That billionaire brat? No.
He didn't hire us.

Us?

Warning.
Critical overload.

Armor failing.

Pepper? Rhodey?
Armor's shorting!

Hey!

- Miss me?
- Black Widow.

Hiya, gorgeous.
What took you so long?

I told you, Hawkeye,
I don't play backup.

If I'd gone in
to grab that U.I. chip,

we'd be on a plane halfway
to the Caribbean by now.

I got to say, it's kind of fun
getting rescued

by my favorite redhead.

Great.
Good. Good.

As if being stuck here
wasn't awkward enough.

We got what we came for.
Let's get out of here.

Tonight we celebrate!

No hard feelings, shell head.

You know, I feel bad
leaving you up here.

But we need the cash.

Pepper! Rhodey?

Anyone? Hello!
Are you there?

We're here, Tony.
But, man, I wish I was there.

That girl was amazing!

How come War Machine
can't run into villains like her

instead of fighting dudes
named Unicorn?

Well, she wasn't amazing
when she was electrocuting me.

Now, can you guess please
reboot the armor?

Rebooting now.

And, Tony, how does it feel to be rescued
by "your" favorite redhead?

That's our ticket out, Natasha.

We deliver that thing to count Nefaria,
and we can retire.

Retire?

You get so bored to get back
in the game in now time.

Tasha, we agreed one last
big job, remember?

You're getting soft, Clint.

We make the drop with Nefaria.
We collect our pay.

And next we know,
we'll be working our tan

and drinking out of coconuts.

I want back in the spy game
not stealing for fools like count Nefaria.

These jobs are nothing
compared to the old days.

You know, Tasha,
I'm involved in this

Because my brother messed up
and got in deep.

But you're in it
because you like it.

And because I'm so good at it.

It's not like I have
that much of choice either.

I always have to be
one step ahead of--

I'm flattered.
Iron Man broke out the heavy artillery.

That's not Iron Man.

It seems the satellite surveillance

I have on Stark international
has paid off. Hand over the chip.

I got something else to hand you.

It's no use.

Your toys are almost amusing.

This one's a laugh riot!

You guys find anything?

Well, the list of aliases is so long,
it's like a phone book.

But in the interest of time,
Natasha Romanov, age 23,

trained to be a russian super-spy
from the age of 9. Oh, lucky.

Worked for project Pegasus--
blah, blah, blah.

Went missing. Hmm.
Resurfaced as a freelance thief.

Whoa. She is fine!

Oh, give me a break.
Her hair is totally dyed that color.

Can we stay on target people?
What about Hawk-- head-- guy?

Hawkeye.
A.K.A. Clint Barton.

Wow.
Former olympic archer.

He's brother, Bernard,
is some kind of debt with count Nefaria.

Okay, now that you know
who they are.

How are you gonna find them?

That's easy, Rhodey.

Same way we found the chip
in Stane's office.

I'm tracking its frequency.
It'll lead me right to them.

If you hurt her,
I swear--

Save the valiant act.

Just give me the chip
and things won't get messy.

Hawkeye, don't!

It's not worth it.
Okay, there'll be other jobs.

You see?
That wasn't so painful.

Was it?

But this on the other hand--

Titanium man!
He's got the U.I. chip.

Tony, scans show
they're two people

still down in that hotel room.

Guess the chip will have to wait.

I'm actually glad to see you,
chrome dome.

Your green friend
almost finished us off.

He's no friend.
That's Titanium man.

He works for Justin Hammer.

Friend or not, it doesn't matter.

Titanium man has something
that belongs to us now.

I can't have you getting in the way.

Don't move an inch.

That's a magnesium based
thermo explosive.

And I can trigger it at any time.

Are you kidding me?
I just saved your lives.

Come on, Hawkeye,
we have a green menace to catch.

We can't do this to him, Widow.
He just saved our necks.

Time is of the essence, love.
Do want to recover the chip or not?

Don't follow us.
Understood?

Well, I was planning to
so you can blow me up.

Hawkeye-- Barton, I know you're
better than this.

I'm not thrilled about this, Iron Man,
But I'm sure you'll find a way out.

The things we do for a woman
in blank nano-mesh armor.

Oh, no.
Tony, what are you gonna do?

Don't blow up, okay?
Don't move!

Don't even breathe.

Pepper, it's okay.

The firing mechanism
in the bomb is pretty simple.

I just need a sec to disable it.

Pep, can you get
the Mark-II armor prepped?

I'm through being
a punching bag for these guys.

Is the new titanium-vibranium armor
working to your satisfaction, sir?

And excellent field test, Fix 2.0.

So tell me more about this
little bundle of Stark goodness.

You have procured a rather
sophisticated user interface chip

designed to make armor response
faster via mind-body control.

Excellent, my fine CGI friend.
Put into my titanium armor, asap.

You cannot simply add

such a uniquely designed chip
to any armor.

It must be customized
to each individual user's brainwaves.

Otherwise, the results
would be disastrous.

Don't waste my time with details.

Make it happen, or I'll
download you into a hard drive

and drop you into the sewer.

Mr. Hammer, we have intruders.
Shall I call the police?

Are you mad, Sasha?

I didn't spend 40 million on my new
security system for nothing!

And besides, I'm impressed
with the redhead's tenacity.

I may have a use
for someone like her.

Let's see just how talented
she really is.

Coast is clear.

What did I say?
I told you--

I wasn't planning... to spend
my retirement as hamburger.

You better have a lot more arrows.

Widow, time for a circus act.

Resourceful.
Isn't she, Sasha?

She's destroyed 18%
of your security drones.

And you're enjoying this?

And we have another visitor.

Oh, how exciting.
Just the Iron Man I wanted to see.

Are you serious?

The security systems were
designed specifically for him.

But as a precaution,
let's break out the new toy I acquired.

Toy? It's one of the most
dangerous weapons ever created.

Where did you even find it?

Some of my men found it shorted out,

bobbing like an apple
in the east river.

It took months
to get it back online.

Let's get it prepped,
shall we?

Pepper,
I've lost the chip's signal.

I'm gonna lose
you guys any second.

There's some kind of interference.

Communication has been cut off.

War Machine's still down
from our fight with dr. Doom.

Tony's on his own.

Guys, hello?

I got do something about
the signal jammers in here.

Warning.
Magnetic field detected.

No kidding.

Okay. He's definitely
upgraded his security.

That wasn't so bad.

Oh, no!

Okay, think, Stark.
Think!

Oh, fantastic.

And they say there's
nothing good on Tv.

I'm not sure how much long
of a charge on my widow stinger will last.

Warning.
Armor integrity compromised.

I'm gonna get shredded like cheese.

I have to disable these lasers.
Think!

Lasers need to be focused
through crystals.

Computer, increase frequency
of sonic attack.

Hit the high notes.

Yes!

Hey, guys, maybe next time
we should carpool.

Do you know how much
the diamonds in those lasers cost me?

And those drones don't come cheap.
Enough of this nonsense.

Time for a little video game break.

You're proving to be useful
after all, Iron Man.

But don't get any ideas.

Once we find the U.I. chip,
we're no longer friends, understood?

Don't worry, Black Widow,

I'm not adding you to my
christmas card list anytime soon.

Hammer's offline servers.

What about them?

Hammer stole all of my armor designs
and armor specs.

The backup files are on those servers.

You two might not be
such bad luck after all.

Let's see.
Health, full.

Mental attacks, charged.
Weapons, armed.

Let the games begin.

Thought you'd seen
the last of my gigantic,

incredibly handsome head, Iron Man.

- Modak?
- What-- here?

Nice try, mega-brain.
I've made some upgrades,

so there's no way you'll
be reading my mind again.

What is that thing?

Whatever it is--

It just made me throw up
in my mouth a little.

Ah, clever, Black Widow.
Now, I know you're secret.

I'm growing-- tired of this,
you outdated garbage can.

I'm impressed, Widow.

You're planning
to double-cross your partner

and resell the stolen chip
back to Stane.

What? No.
No, I don't believe it.

Hey, stumpy legs, over here!

You're so ugly you have
to trick-or-treat by phone.

Why isn't this working?

You know how much I spent
to get this thing online?

No. No. Err....
Chip belongs... Hammer.

I noticed it earlier,
Modak's not acting normal.

Define normal.
He's a big ugly head.

If they want the chip so bad,
let's give it to them!

Clint, Nefaria won't pay
if we don't deliver.

Can't spend that money
if we're dead, Tasha. Iron Man!

I am--

A complete waste of an evening.

Guards, make sure our guests
no longer have any lives left.

How'd you know that would work?

I knew the U.I. chip's frequency
wasn't tuned to Modak's brainwaves.

You can say
I just took a stab at it.

Hey, Widow, can you believe
that nonsense about--

She's gone.

And so is the U.I. chip.

Time for us to jet.

If it makes you feel any better,
the chip is worthless now.

It shorted out
when I stuck it into Modak.

All of that for nothing, huh?

Not exactly.

The last of Hammer's
offline servers just went up in flames.

He no longer
has my stolen designs.

Man, I'm just glad something
good came out of this madness.

I'm sorry about Black Widow.

She's not all bad, you know?

She's got a lot of potential.
I've seen it.

Thanks for saving my hide
back there, Iron Man.

- What now?
- I'm thinking I'll head west.

Maybe I can do some good
for a change.

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