Harry quickly burst into action as his wand appeared in his hand and he fired off a disarming spell followed by a summoning spell before the man could react. Since Harry moved it had taken one second for the gun to fly out the man's hand and two more seconds for it to fly into Harry's free hand. The man didn't even get a chance to protest as Harry had quickly hit him with two more spells, the first being a body bind that caused his legs to snap together as his arms snapped to his side while also causing him to lose the ability to move his body.
The second spell was a silencing spell to stop him from making any noises. As the man fell to the floor Harry cast a locking charm on the bathroom door, he walked over to the man and looked down on him. The man was looking at him with a look that Harry easily recognized as fear, Harry pressing the gun against the man's temple probably didn't help. Harry looked into the man's eyes and began reading his mind.
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'Sometimes I love my job.' Clint thought sarcastically.
Clint Barton AKA Hawkeye, was one of Shield's best agents. He was an expert at hand to hand and weapons combat but his specialty was things that could be done from a long distance. Spying, tracking, shooting, he could do it all. That was probably why Fury had sent him to trail after this 'Harry Potter'. Clint, while wearing casual clothes, had kept his distance and managed to follow him into a mall. Clint had entered the mall after him, he made sure not to get close, he could see just as good from a distance.
Clint decided to stay on the first floor when this Harry Potter went onto the second floor of the mall, Clint was tempted to go up to the second floor as well but it would be easier to be spotted if he was directly in the target's eyeline. Clint made sure to position himself so he stood in places where he could look up and see Potter, if Potter ever looked down then Clint would simply act like a regular shopper going about his business and if Potter went out of view then Clint would just use the thermal feature in his sunglasses to help keep track of him.
When he saw Potter leave the video game store he saw Potter enter a bathroom, Clint waited patiently, not really wanting to use thermal imaging to see a guy in a bathroom. Everything seemed to be going to plan, at least until it all went balls up about a minute later.
Apparently some assholes decided that today was a perfect day to burst into a mall and rob the place, most of the people had started running but a select few had been forced to stay as hostages. Clint was one of those hostages but as he saw it he allowed himself to be one of those hostages because, at the risk of sounding vain, the hostages had a better chance of surviving with him there.
Clint looked around and saw many hostiles, at least ten around him, plus he counted at least seven on the upper floors, they were all carrying various different guns. Clint was trying to work out a plan to take out the hostages but his priority was on getting as many civilians out of here as possible, preferably alive. As Clint was thinking up a plan the light went out and the mall became much darker, not dark enough to not be able to see anything but dark enough to make a clear difference.
"What the hell?!" One of the hostiles blurted out.
"It's probably a power failure." Another commented.
Any further response was cut off by a flash of light from the upper floor, followed by two more flashes of light, each flash at a different place from the previous one. The sound of gunshots was heard shortly after along with a scream.
"What the hell is that?!" One of the hostiles demanded.
"How am I supposed to know?!" Another snapped. Any further response was cut off by the sound of screaming as one of the hostiles from the upper floor fell in front of the hostiles, one of the hostiles became startled by the sudden drop and had accidently shot the hostile with his own gun. That hostile did not get long to think about the consequences of his actions as a beam of light headed towards him and he dropped on to the floor, Clint presumed the man was unconscious but did not know for sure.
Clint had seen that the beam had shot from above but the hostiles appeared to have not noticed yet, it was clear to Clint that they were not really trained. Another flash of light and one more hostile removed before the rest of them were able to realize that they had to start aiming upwards. They all started firing upwards,
"Did we get him?" One hostile asked as he reloaded only to be struck by a blue beam and knocked unconscious. This caused the others to put extra effort into their firing and they started shooting upwards again, Clint thought that with the amount they were shooting it was highly possible for them to hit something with pure dumb luck. Though apparently not as a another hostile went down to another beam, right after that the hostiles began firing upwards again and for the first time Clint saw anything in the darkness besides bright light.