Speaker 1: All right, Taylor hit us with some chat GBT predictions.
Speaker 2: Okay, this one, this one got a bit weird.
Speaker 3: Bucky and John begin to fuck.
Speaker 2: Let's just right to start.
Speaker 3: Yeah.
Speaker 2: So it's called Thunderbolt's Twilight Protocol. It's the name, all.
Speaker 1: Right, sounds like a fucking call duty, battle pass, but sure.
Speaker 2: Uh so. The prologue, the man who fell from light
deep beneath the ice and a forgotten Soviet facility. Yep,
they found him. Elena stood before the crowdpod breath fogging
the cold glass as her gloved hand hovered above the
controls inside a manly frozen in time, skin pale and
glowing with a strange golden light. When the chamber hissed opened,
he awoke, slowly, disoriented and quietly. Impossibly beautiful. Was seven.
Speaker 3: His ball's perfectly round.
Speaker 2: His eyes fluttered open, and then he smiled, the most
puckered you've ever seen. I dreamed, I destroyed everything, he whispered,
his voice like a distant echo. There was a tragic
peace in his words that stirred something.
Speaker 3: Deeper and revealed Hitler.
Speaker 2: Bucky Barnes stepped forward cautiously. People don't smile when they
wake up from that kind of sleepy muttered, his instincts flaring,
but Elena didn't feel fear. She felt something else, something.
Speaker 3: Wise, that puckered asshole.
Speaker 2: Chapter one, The Way of Power. Bob Robert Reynolds, the
man who was both god and ghost wrapped in human skin.
He was polite, soft spoken, the kind of man who
apologized when he bumped into a wall, and always seemed
to carry the weight of the world and his gaze.
But there was something tragic about him, something fragile. Yelena
couldn't stop herself from being drawn to him. I like
this movie.
Speaker 1: That's why it adds a really different Marvel movie. Like
we watched Thunderbolts. It's like a fifty shades of gray,
like the whole time her embolber, just having this, like
this chemistry, the Red Room.
Speaker 3: The Red Room means something different Marvel movie.
Speaker 2: Drawing him at night, she would find him sitting alone,
stirring into nothing, his expression haunted. You're a weapon, she said,
once stepping into the room. Her voice is rough, unpracticed,
but I don't think you know it. Bob didn't respond immediately.
He didn't need to. His silence was louder than any words.
Later that evening, after a mission, they stood under the
stars together, the chill of the air drawing them closer.
She found herself touching his arm. Why didn't you write,
ferd asshole.
Speaker 3: Also looks quite nice? Century?
Speaker 2: She found herself touching his arm, just lightly, her fingers
grazing his skin. His eyes darkened, and for the first
time he looked looked at her. He saw her like
you truly understood the aching.
Speaker 1: Stop Stop, I asked you. You didn't answer me. What the
fuck did you raise a poem for them?
Speaker 2: Let me go back and see what I wrote here.
Speaker 3: Why are you getting? Are you getting like a sex brother?
Speaker 2: Like?
Speaker 3: Yeah, write me a juicy.
Speaker 2: Write me a story about the thunderbolts. Don't forget to
include Bob Aka Century. Keep this in line, keep this
in line with the mc U cannon. Feel free to
include other Marvel characters we haven't seen a long time.
But remember this is a segue into an upcoming Avengers project.
Speaker 1: Okay, I continue then, Sorry, So we're at the glazing.
It was gazing eyes or something like that, glazing.
Speaker 2: Yes, his eyes darkened. I'm not the monster you think
I am, he said voicelow, almost a whist. For it
felt like an invitation. She swallowed her.
Speaker 1: Like I had a girl, you know, don't We don't
accept spinners. Here he's swallow, but.
Speaker 2: There there was a comma, the.
Speaker 3: Thunderbll just look at the fat and just you're laying
it going down. Hold up, my god, good John.
Speaker 2: Her heart hammering in her chest. You're you're not, but
you can destroy everything. Then let me be yours first,
he replied. And there's something in his voice, something desperate, fragile,
that made her almost take a step closer, almost let
herself fall.
Speaker 1: Just we love the actual movie and the audience just like,
what the.
Speaker 3: Fucker we want? First ten minutes into the movie, have
a Marvel movie. Everyone's like, I'm not saying Doomsday. What
the fuck is this?
Speaker 2: Marvel? Chapter two, faint sparks, he swallowed.
Speaker 1: What a what a pause? One of the best pauses
ever for Sisty.
Speaker 3: She swallowed.
Speaker 2: Chapter two, Oh my gosh, Okay. She spent hours with him,
trying to oh no, sorry, I'm sorry you okay, back
back a sentence. It wasn't just Jillie who felt it.
A star Ghost felt it too.
Speaker 3: Get a Sea chapter She snuck into the room. She's
a ghosting early Ghost see you there.
Speaker 2: So Ghost spent hours with him, trying to understand his power.
His energy buzzed in the air like electricity, close enough
to taste. There's something magnetic.
Speaker 3: She's fallowed.
Speaker 2: There's something magnetic about him, something that made her forget
the constant ache of her in existence. And in the
quiet moments when they stood close enough for their fingers
to touch, there is unspoken pole between.
Speaker 3: Is he just fucking them all? It's the same thing
they close, their fingers are about to touch. Oh my god,
my ribs literally right.
Speaker 2: Ava was the first to kiss him. It was a
kiss that wasn't born from affection. But the Ava, the
ghost ghost. Her name's Ava, Ava Star is what it
says here. That's a porn.
Speaker 1: Next chapters, Red Guardian got closest.
Speaker 3: You'd never seen a man like this before. He swallowed.
Speaker 2: Something that buzzed between them, electric and consuming. But when
the kiss ended.
Speaker 3: Happened in this movie, My god.
Speaker 2: I don't know. When the kiss ended, she didn't feel
the relief she expected. She felt emptier, like a part
of her had been torn out, And as she stepped away,
she couldn't stop herself from asking, what am I to you.
Bob didn't have an answer. He never did ever.
Speaker 3: You don't put your shit on me, I just you.
Speaker 2: Uh. Chapter three, The Void within Madrapoor was meant to
be a simple mission for treves, stolen tech, eliminated for
few threats, but nothing was ever simple with Bob. The
coltists there recognized them immediately. They fell to their knees,
chanting in strange, twisted reverence. The man they swallowed, the
man who had once been their salvation, was another end.
And when Bob stepped forward, something inside him snapped. His
golden light dimmed, and the shadows of the void within
him stirred, pulling at the edges of his mind. He
was no longer Robert Reynolds. He was the Sentry, the
unstoppable force of light, the harbor dr of destruction. Elena
saw it in his eyes, that flicker of darkness. It
was there, just beneath the surface, and he couldn't control
it anymore. She didn't know why she followed him. She
should have stayed back, but something in her couldn't resist
the pole. She found herself standing close to him, watching
the devastation unfold.
Speaker 3: She's just chilling killed.
Speaker 2: Wow. Centry in a moment of madness, when everything was breaking,
she reached for him. She didn't think about it, she
didn't question it. Her lips pressed against.
Speaker 3: This movie. He just commits a sign and she's like, oh,
I fucking.
Speaker 2: Somebody's gonna kiss Bob for sure. I don't know who
it is, but someone's gonna kiss Bob. And he responded hesitantly,
but with intensity. She could feel the weight of his
power pressing against her, like the ocean threatening to drown her.
Speaker 3: That has the biggest orgasm ever. He just loaded up
with semen, scary movie style. Oh my god, oh shit.
Speaker 2: His kiss was like fire, dangerous and desperate, and yet
when he pulled away, his face was nothing but sorrow.
I'm sorry, he whispered her eyes, her eyes burning with guilt.
She didn't know if he was apologizing for the kiss
or what he had become. She didn't know if it mattered.
In that moment, all she could feel was the pull
between them. Okay, Chapter four, Torn Between Worlds the movie.
Speaker 3: I think this would kill the Marble brand.
Speaker 2: It would they would be dead. They'd make money though
it make money. Peop would go out and.
Speaker 3: A tsunami against her throat Jesus Christ.
Speaker 2: Days turned into weeks. Bob, now consumed by the void,
became a walking nightmare, but there were moments, glimmers when
he was still Robert. In the quietest hours, he would
speak to Elena in soft tones, asking her to help
him find peace.
Speaker 1: I'm broken, she just gets the text.
Speaker 3: You help me find peace tonight.
Speaker 2: I'm broken, he confessed one night, his voice raw destroyed
everything I've ever touched. But she didn't believe him. He
wasn't broken, he was just lost. And in those moments,
when their faces were close and the way to the
world seemed to slip away, they shared an unspoken connectionness
that was both fragile and all consuming.
Speaker 3: Hey, what are the other Thunderbolts doing? Movie? So far,
it's just been Lena and him. Ghost came and kiss
him on d and like that, and then she left.
We've not seen any of the other one.
Speaker 2: Bucky was in there at the start.
Speaker 3: That was okay, I have a Lucky Saw and so
much romance. I've been carried away.
Speaker 2: A tenderness that is both fragile and all consuming, a
momentary peace amongst the chaos. Elena didn't need to ask
for answer. She didn't need to understand his pain. She
just needed to be close to him, feel his warmth
against her skin, to remind her that they weren't so different.
I'll stay, she whispered one night, her fingers grazing his jaw.
I'll stay until you remember who you are.
Speaker 3: Fuck the memories back into you.
Speaker 2: He didn't say anything, He didn't need to. His lips
found hers again, a quiet promise. Chapter five, Heart of
the Storm. The calm frontation came quickly, and it came
to the fury. They tracked Bob to a temple beneath
the ice of Iceland. There, the voids surged through him,
threatening to tear everything apart, and for the first time,
Elena stood beside him, not as an enemy, not as
a soldier, but as a lover. She didn't know if
she could save him, but she knew she couldn't walk away,
not now.
Speaker 3: Yeah, they fucked all night. His memories bag.
Speaker 2: Please, she whispered, her voice shaking, don't do this. Bob's
eyes burned. He reached for her, trembling. His skin flickered
with golden light, but the void was too strong. It
was pulling him under. For a moment, everything went still,
She could feel his heart beat frantic against her chest,
and then, without thinking, she kissed him again. This time
it was slow, aching, a promise and a plea all
at once. Stay with me, she murmured against his lips,
But just as quickly it was over. The void ripped
through him, and Bob collapsed into her arms, drained broken.
Speaker 3: All right.
Speaker 2: Epilogue, Quiet Apple.
Speaker 1: In the epilogue, James going fucking Love.
Speaker 3: Marvel put it on a movie like this, My God.
Speaker 2: They locked Bob away somewhere no one could reach him,
a vibranium vibranium cage with magic, but Elena couldn't forget him.
Every night she sat by a cell that waited, her
silent connection lingering in the air. She had given him
a part of herself, a piece of her heart, but
she wasn't sure if you'd ever remember it. Elsewhere, Ava
moved in the shadows, waiting for a chance to reclaim
what had always been hers, and Taskmaster, cold and distant,
found herself thinking of John Walker in the way. She
didn't understand.
Speaker 3: What did you do? He wasn't done something? Are you?
Are you not fucking with us? You didn't write like
right of the Romance or something you must.
Speaker 2: Okay, I will say. I put one more prompt in
saying build up their relationships. He didn tell us that early.
This is this is a fucking way out left field.
Driva the relationships I didn't think I got swallowed and ship.
Speaker 3: I don't put that again.
Speaker 2: Now it's so funny. Okay, yeah, so task Master thinking
of John Walker way she didn't understand. But Valentina Defonte
watched it, all the pieces of a broken world falling
into place, and behind her the name Doom loomed large,
waiting for its time.
Speaker 1: Just text Doom, just so like, oh, you fucking idiots,
you get it, Doom's coming.
Speaker 2: Okay, of course we got a post credit. Yeah, okay,
so post credit has a name. It's called Tides of Temptation.
So the scene opens with a soft ethrool global room,
draped and shifting shadows. The walls are lined with strange artifacts,
each flickering with an eerie energy that seems to hum
in tune dark noise. The room feels both ancient and futuristic,
as it as if it exists outside of time. The
air is thick with anticipation, charged with the promise of
something dangerous and powerful. Okay. A figure steps into the room.
Sharon Carter her movements. Her movements deliberate and smoothish, power broker.
She glides into the space, her gaze focus. She's no
longer the agent the world once new time has shaped
her into something far more dangerous and more cunning. The
betrayals and losses have left their mark, but they've also
made her stronger. Sharon stands in front of a large
glass window, looking out at the city beyond. Her reflection
is barely visible in the darkened glass, and her face
set in a mask of determination, Yet there's a flicker
of something else there, and emptiness. She's not quite ready
to confront. The world around her feels colder, more distant.
The mission, the power, the game. Everything is shifting from
the shadows. A familiar voice breaks the silence. You're standing
in the wrong place, Sharon says, zemo, his voice drifting
with quiet menace. His figure emerges from the corner, moving
with predatory gaze, the very air around him seeming to
bend in his presence. There's something magnetic about him, something
darkly alluring. Sharon doesn't turn her back still to him,
but her shoulders stiffened I'm not here to play your game, Zemo,
she says, her voice low and steady through the The
tension is clear. I'm here for something bigger.
Speaker 3: Ball. She's followed.
Speaker 2: Zmo steps closer, his movements almost hypnotic, each step calculated.
He reaches her side, close enough now that she can
feel the heat of his presence. His gaze never leaves
her as he stands silently for a moment, observing her.
His lips curl into a slow, knowing smile. Bigger, It's just.
Speaker 1: It literally is a porn parody of like butterbolts.
Speaker 2: Oh my god, oh fuck, his voice rich with unspoken meaning.
The world is changing, Sharon. You can feel it, can't you.
There's power in the chaos, and it's right for the taking. Rabbit,
grab it with both ends.
Speaker 3: Give peace.
Speaker 2: Sharon shifts slightly, her pulse quickening under the weight of
his gaze. Not everything is worth taking, she replies, though
the flicker of doubt in her eyes betrays her. She's
caught between her instincts and something else, a curiosity, a pole.
She's trying to resist.
Speaker 3: What the fuck?
Speaker 2: Zemo steps cloth her, his breath brushing against her ear,
his voice low and tantalizing, but some things are worth
losing yourself for. His fingers brushed ast her arm, and
she flinches slightly. That touch both electric and n settling.
There's a moment of tension, thick, in charge with unspoken desire.
Sharon turns to face him, her eyes locking with his.
Zemo's smirk widens as he leans in.
Speaker 1: Could you imagine watching this credit like the kids?
Speaker 2: That's just a bunch of perverts in there, just going
at it.
Speaker 3: What the fuck is going on wearing drums?
Speaker 2: Oh my god? Okay, uh, the chemistry between them and
I'm all magnetic. Okay, you could be more than you
ever thought possible, Sharon, He whispers, his lips barely grazing
her ear. You could be the one to shape the world,
but only if you're willing to let go, to embrace
the chaos. Sharon's breath catches as his hand slides slowly
down her arm, but touch both possessive and intimate. There's
something seductive in his words and his power, and despite herself,
despite the danger, Sharon feels the lure her heart raises,
or her thoughts clouded within me for something more and
more power, more control, more freedom, this is fucking long.
But just as she leans in, a sharp noise shatters
the moment. The air goes colder, the room's temperature drop
in In an instant, a strange, almost electricum fills the space,
and the ground shakes ever so slightly. Something is coming,
something far more powerful than either of them. Zemo pauses,
his smile, faltering for the brievious of moments as he
looks toward the center of the room. The energy is shifting,
something dark and terrible awakening. What's happening, Sharon asks, her
voice sharp, This deduction fading from her expression is a reality.
The situation sets in his Emo's eyes narrow as he
steps away, moving toward the center of the room, where
a strange, glowing object pulses on a pedestal. The light
coming from it flickers erratically, like the heartbeat of something
ancient and powerful. Suddenly, the figure of a man cloaked
in darkness and rating pure energy appears in the reflection
of the glass. His former flickers in and out of reality,
of being a pure destructive force, of being a pure
destructive force. His voice booms through the room, heavy with menace.
You cannot stop the Zemo. The figure in tones, his
voice awarding and a promise you will be consumed by
the coming storm. Doomsday has already begun. Sharon stares at
the reflection, her heart pounding in her chest. As the
figure grows clear, more real, she feels the temperature drop further,
a chill settling in her bones. Zemo steps back, his
face a mask of resolve. There's an underlying fear in
his eyes. He turns to Sharon, his gaze hardening. The
end is here. Sharon takes a step forward, her hand
out stretched, but the figures power pulses again, overwhelming her senses.
The energy is too much to bear. No one can
stop at Zemo murmurs under his breath. The light from
the artifact flickers one last time before plunging the room
into complete darkness.
Speaker 1: There you go, Oh my god, that was quite the avenger.
Well now you know it to never ask it for
relationships again, No way, too overboard on the.
Speaker 3: Fucking just sex and every like.
Speaker 1: I guess I guess you could say friendship, baby, but yeah,
relationship they just went way too It's went full on.
Speaker 3: Romance not all. But oh that was great, that was right,
My ribs like.
Speaker 1: This camp from s bubs, Elena and Bob making out
through next door to for there's like a glory hole
that fucking friends in rocks. Oh my god, they're at
it again. But all right, let's take a fucking out
break and let's talk some actual naves to be right
back