Chapter 4
A.N: I do not own Harry Potter, Discworld, or Marvel. The only things I have are a lovely bunch of coconuts and this story.
After eight hours of flight Harry's plane touched down at JFK airport. Collecting his bag from the overhead locker Harry exchanged one last wink with the stewardess he'd been flirting with all flight before heading towards security. Applying a notice me not charm, Harry quickly moved through the line for security and without issue was passed through the rather invasive security questions by a bored looking TSA agent. Heading out from the terminal Harry once again moved to the front of the taxi queue with the aid of the notice me not charm. Whilst in the taxi Harry silently thanked Sirius for the lesson he had taught him of the benefits of the notice me not charm in bars, theme parks and alike, no one would be complaining if they couldn't really focus on you unless you wanted them too.
The taxi deposited Harry outside the Surrey hotel alongside Central Park. Harry had only chosen the hotel based on the name and internet reviews, with little regards to the location as he knew he'd be flying out to the S.H.I.E.L.D building for a bit more reconnaissance and to see if he could pick up the trail of the unnamed redhead. Unfortunately the tracking charm had expired since it was placed, Harry cursed at the lack of forethought he put into it when placing the spell; but as the saying goes hindsight is always 20:20.
After depositing his trunk and taking a nap and shower, Harry headed out of the building via the roof top smoking area on his Firebolt mk. 2 whilst covered in his invisibility cloak and maintaining a disillusionment charm on the broom. Whilst circling the building Harry took note of the large glass windows, the helipads offering a landing spot and the conspicuous lack of wards surrounding the building. Harry knew they had wizards here, but apparently they weren't a part of the security services as they were in the UK where many muggleborns, after failing to secure jobs in the wizarding world had returned to the muggle world.
These individuals were mainly shuffled into the Army, Royal Navy or RAF due to their lack of qualifications within the world they'd given up at eleven, fortunately it was quickly noted that these individuals were massively outperforming their other soldiers, after an in depth background check it was noted that these individuals had suddenly dropped off the grid when they were eleven and disappeared. As it turns out, the magical world, in their disdain of the muggle world, hadn't thought to provide a great cover for their students, leaving a massive gap in their records. Eventually one of those being interviewed broke their silence and confessed to their magical talents, regardless of the statue of secrecy, their thoughts being what had the magical world had ever done for them. The UK Government spared no expense in tracking down the other individuals of a magical nature, recognising how useful they could be. When these individuals had been collected, they were offered the chance to be tutored and receive an accelerated education and given a position within the armed forces in a special unit or within the UK security services. As a result, the UK had their important buildings warded and a squad of wizards working to protect the national magical interests. Unfortunately they were too few in number, only being 40 people strong, to be truly effective in the second war. However some death eaters did meet with the squad when they attempted to attack the Queen at Windsor Castle, they were quickly repelled losing many of their group. They quickly learnt not to attack the high profile targets without the back up of many of the inner circle or Voldemort, but even that was to be avoided in favour of easier targets.
Harry quickly looked inwards using his occlumency skills to see if the previous knowledge garnered from other Masters held any answers and discovered that the majority of the magical citizens of the US lived within a puritan society, completely isolated from the outside world. They believed that they would be victimised for their talents were they to live outside of their close knit communities. Harry could understand these leanings, after his experiences with the Dursley family, they hated magic and they couldn't be the worst of the magic haters.
Putting the issue aside, Harry continued his surveillance of the building, noting the multitude of cameras no doubt recording all those that enter and noting those that don't belong, he also noted the biometric scanners on the elevators and entry doors that required people to scan thumbprints and retinas. He knew that this level of security would be of little consequence to him if he were under the cloak, it would be more difficult inside the building however when people inevitably scattered, assuming that the biometric scanners continued, he was sure that most of these people wouldn't be sat in the same office as an assassin, Harry knew that he'd be doing some legilimency scanning to find out the level of knowledge of the red head within S.H.I.E.L.D. At this point Harry was just guessing she was a redhead as that was her most frequent guise when he'd seen her, fortunately Harry had a good portrait of the woman inside his head and without serious disguising she'd be recognisable to him, after all he'd been able to tell the Weasley twins apart, now that was difficult at times.
After four hours of waiting and constant scanning of the building, Harry noticed a very familiar bike pulling out of the underground garage. Thankful for this as Harry was feeling a bit sore from sitting on a broom for so long regardless of the multitude of comforting charms placed on the seat; he quickly took up a position above and behind the bike, following the deep reverberations of the exhaust. It took 20 minutes before Harry found himself hovering beside a two bedroom flat on the 3rd floor of a non-descript apartment block. It took 3 hours for Harry to be happy that the girl was alone, multiple castings of homenum revelio had shown no movement from the girl in two hours and there were no other occupants of the flat, the nearest individual being the floor above and opposite. Flying close to the window Harry silenced both his shoes and clothing as well as casting a scent neutralising spell, choosing to ensure silence Harry cast Alohomora silently on the window and began casting a wide area silencing charm to prevent squeaking and banging.
Years of athletics and playing quidditch gave Harry a fluidity to his movements that showed with his sure footed steps into the flat. Once again casting a wide area silencing spell Harry moved slowly to the bedroom, checking his pocket for the viral of veritaserum he had been keeping handy for his favourite assassin. Readying his wand and mentally preparing himself, Harry cast Alohomora on the door and silenced the hinges before slowly pushing the door open. The last thing he remembered was a loud crack noise and then darkness.