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Chapter Sixteen

by shadowphoenix55

Harry ran.

A part of him asked why. He was a wizard. He was the Master of Death. He could wipe Natasha Romanoff, Maria Hill, and their whole organization off of the map in a matter of minutes.

But they had cameras. And if he missed one thing and SHIELD's footage leaked…

Harry didn't want to go there.

Harry looked back. Natasha Romanoff was there in the distance, running after him. There wasn't a crowd - there wasn't anyone at all - on the street, for some reason, but Harry discreetly cast a notice-me-not charm on both of them.

He couldn't afford another mistake.

Once more, Harry wondered if his Master-of-Death title gave him more than immortality. Not that he wasn't "grateful" - he thought immortality was more than enough. But Death herself had told him that that wasn't it. But he'd never looked into it. Why? He'd thought he'd never need it. He didn't want to need it. He just wanted a peaceful, quiet life.

But that plan was foiled as soon as SHIELD walked through his front door.

Harry ducked into an alleyway. No magic until they got out of sight and he was sure Romanoff didn't have a camera, Harry promised himself.

A sigh revealed his inner thoughts had turned traitor; he would have to use legilimency. Again.

Harry could hear Romanoff catching up. How the woman could run so fast, Harry didn't know, but, at the moment, he had more pressing problems to think about. Like just running faster.

Harry directed his magic towards his feet, willing them to go faster. It worked, but only a bit; it wasn't as if Harry had practiced making himself run faster. He'd never thought about it, actually.

Harry turned the corner, dashing through another alleyway, and then another. It seemed like ages yet only seconds had passed at the same time; in fact, it had been ten minutes of sprinting. Harry, even with his small magical boost, was tiring; his breaths were quick and shallow, his heart was beating like it was going to come out of his chest, his legs had become wobbly. Harry reached for his wand, preparing to turn around and do what Gryfindoors did best (punch their way out - or in Harry's case, magic his way out).

And then he heard the voices.

And then it was too late to turn around.

Harry skidded to a stop in the middle of an alleyway to find Annabeth, Percy, and about a dozen SHIELD agents all staring at him.

"You have got to be kidding me." Harry muttered, taking the scene in. Annabeth was injured and bloody at the side of the alleyway, Percy was standing beside him, two tasers pointed at his head, and the guns were half pointed at Harry, half pointed at Percy.

They were outnumbered thirteen to two.

Harry sighed.

"Hermione is going to kill me."

And he drew his wand.

(Three minutes earlier)

"Don't move." Barton said to the both of them.

"Don't think that's possible right now." Annabeth choked out.

Percy couldn't see it, but Barton's face showed a mixture of amusement and guilt.

"And none of that water power stuff." He commented to Percy. Percy was silent. He searched Annabeth's eyes, looking for an answer. Some way out.

Annabeth flicked her eyes to behind both Percy and Barton.

And that's when Percy felt it.

Water. No, not water. Cold, it was cold. Ice. Buckets upon buckets of ice, stacked behind them.

Percy closed his eyes.

"Okay." He said.

"Okay?" Barton replied, seemingly shocked at Percy's quick response.

"Duh. That's what I said." Percy replied, only half-concentrating on the conversation.

"No loopholes." Barton continued, suspicious.

"Yeah, yeah." Percy replied, "You win."

"Yes, I do." Barton sounded proud of himself, but he didn't let his grip on Percy falter, nor his eyes leave Annabeth. Smart.

Well, it would have been, if not for the ice.

And that's when the now half-ice, half-water hit Barton in the head. The man's grip slackened, and Percy turned around, leaping on top of him. He wrestled the still-shocked man to the ground, prying the weapon out of his hands. Percy threw the knife to the side and pulled the pen out.

Barton looked confused.

"My turn." Percy said, "Who do you work for?"

"No one." Barton replied.

Percy pulled the cap off of Riptide.

Barton's eyes widened.

"Really?" Percy asked.

"Yep." Barton replied, quickly recovering.

Percy remembered the woman at Harry's restaurant with the same logo Barton had. He glanced at the man's shirt.

There it was.

"I know about the redhead." Percy said.

This time, Barton's face went completely slack.

"What. Did. You. Do."

"Depends on your answer." Percy replied. Barton's eyes flashed, and, for a brief moment, Percy saw his emotions reflected in Barton's eyes - the desire to protect a loved one, the will to do anything for it.

"Nothing." Percy gave in, deflating, "She's fine. We just saw her logo."

Percy nodded to Barton's badge.

The relief was so evident on Barton's face that Percy didn't regret his decision.

Well, in that moment, at least.

"It's a club we're in." Barton said, face going back to expressionless, "Dnd. Our group made badges. That's what the logo is. Nothing more. She's innocent."

Percy searched Barton's face, but couldn't figure out if he was lying.

Percy wasn't really specialized in that field.

"So it's just you?" Percy asked.

"Just me." Barton replied.

And that's when a taser fell from the sky and hit Percy right in the chest. Percy toppled backwards off of Barton, allowing the man to escape.

Once Percy stopped shaking from the electric shock, he lifted his head to see a dozen guns pointed at him. Barton stood to the side, pointing one as well.

"Just me, huh?" Percy asked Barton.

Barton glanced at the woman in the middle.

"You had to bring an army." He said.

"It looked like you needed it." The woman replied.

They all looked back to Percy.

"Did you bring any stunners that actually work, at least?" Barton asked, not taking an eye off Percy.

"That one should have."

"Then throw two at him before he does his water thing again!" Barton replied, quickly glancing behind him.

Percy, to his great pleasure, noticed that Barton's hair was still wet.

The woman drew out two tasers, throwing one at Barton. He caught it, leveling it at Percy.

"Any last words?" Barton asked.

Percy glanced around. The alleyway behind him was open, but they would shoot him before he had a chance to escape - and there was no way he was leaving Annabeth behind.

They were trapped.

But Percy wasn't going to go out without a fight.

"Yeah." Percy replied, holding Riptide up, "This isn't going to go the way you think it will."

He prepared himself to charge at Barton.

They prepared themselves to fire.

None of them were prepared for Harry.

The restaurant owner came barrelling in. His eyes widened at the scene before him.

"You have got to be kidding me." Harry muttered, taking the scene in. Two tasers pointed at Percy's head, along with half of the guns. The other half were aimed at Harry.

They were outnumbered thirteen to two.

Harry sighed.

"Hermione is going to kill me."

And then he drew a stick from his pocket.

"What?" Percy asked, voicing the group's thoughts, "Um… dude. That's a stick."

Harry ignored Percy, flicking the stick. A red light shot out from it, hitting a man at the side. He toppled to the floor, frozen.

Everyone stared, open-mouthed, at the supposed restaurant owner.

And then it began.

Percy leapt on Barton, and their weapons collided (somehow, Barton had gotten ahold of the knife again). To the right, Harry was leaping from side to side in hopes that the gunfire wouldn't hit him, taking down people with red bolts of light. Barton slashed Percy's arm, drawing blood and bringing him abg to the present. Percy twirled away just in time, before meeting Barton's weapon again. The two were at a standstill for a moment, but Percy's larger sword overpowered Barton's knife, knocking it out of his hands. Percy drove the sword into Barton's side.

"That's what you get for messing with my girlfriend." Percy replied as Barton stared at him, shocked. (Now, Riptide fell through Barton, since he was human, but Barton was shocked enough that Percy had time to pick up one of his arrows and drive it into the same spot Barton had shot Annabeth.)

Well, I guess he's mortal after all.

Barton slumped to the ground.

Percy looked back at Harry. The emerald-eyed man (wait, weren't Harry's eyes blue?) was standing in the middle of eleven fallen bodies. He was staring at a redhead, who was staring back with the same level of intensity. She had the gun aimed at Harry, and Harry had his magical stick-thing aimed at her.

Wait. It was that redhead.

Percy glanced back at Barton.

"Dude."

"Put down the gun." Harry said, drawing Percy's attention back to the two.

"Put down the stick." Romanoff replied.

"I'd rather not." Harry said, before aiming the stick-thing up in the air.

"BOMBARDA!"

Romanoff had enough sense to dive out of the way as the side of the wall fell down on her. A large chunk hit her arm, however, pinning it to the ground and knocking the gun out of her hands.

Harry stick-thing at Romanoff once more.

"Obliviate."

A bluish white thing exited Harry's stick-thing (Percy really needed some words for this). It hit the redhead and her body went slack, her eyes turning a dark color.

"Wha-what did you do to her?" Barton managed to put out.

Harry turned to Barton, eyes brewing with a dark emotion.

"Obliviate."

Barton slumped as well, his eyes filling up with the same shade as the redhead.

Percy tensed, thinking he might be next, but Harry simply nodded at him before turning to the rest of the people like Barton.

"Obliviate. Obliviate. Obliviate. Obliviate."

Percy watched as, one by one, Harry obliviated each one of them (now, Percy didn't know what that meant, but it sounded pretty cool, so…). Then, he turned back to Percy.

"We need to get out of here."

A groan brought them back to the person in the corner.

"Annabeth!" Percy shouted, running over to his girlfriend. She was staring at the sky, a pool of blood around her.

Harry was suddenly behind him.

"Where did she get hurt?" Harry asked.

"An - an arrow." Percy replied, "Her back, but it went through her stomach."

"Poisoned?" Harry asked, crouching down to see the wound.

"I dunno." Percy said, feeling useless.

Harry drew his stick-thing. Percy started.

"Wai-" He said.

"Don't worry." Harry replied, "It won't hurt her."

"Vulners Sanetur." Harry said. Percy watched, fascinated, as Annabeth's wound slowly closed up, leaving the blood as the only evidence it was ever there.

"We need to get her back to the Inn." Harry said, "She's lost a lost of blood, and I don't have my replenishing potions on me."

Percy stared at him, his mind unable to form words.

Harry looked around.

"I don't want to do this, but there's no other way she could get back unnoticed." Harry said, looking into Percy's eyes, "Listen. She may get even more hurt, but it's the only way to get there in time."

Percy stared back.

"Do you think she'll survive it?" Percy asked seriously, ask if he knew what they were talking about.

Harry paused.

"Yes." He replied.

"Then do it." Percy replied.

Harry grabbed onto their arms, looking up at Percy one last time.

Are you sure?

"I trust you." Percy said, and he meant it.

The three disappeared from the alleyway.