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?
♪ He is a man on a mission ♪
♪ in armor of toxic ammunition ♪
♪ trapped on the edge of an endless game ♪
♪ his teenage life will never be the same ♪
♪ in a dangerous world he does all he can ♪
♪ he's Iron Man ♪
♪ Iron Man. ♪
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Your arsenal is outdated by about 10,000 years, buddy.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 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.
But your William Tell stick won't take me down that easy.
I wonder what other kind of arrows he has.
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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