Chapter 7: Dawn of Justice

[The Vision]

Harry slowly came to on the wooden floor of Marla's apartment.

"Can you walk?" Vision asked.

"Erngh... later," the wizard replied. He almost crumpled back to the ground.

Vision nodded and set him down gently.

"Successful extraction probability at 12.09% until the hostile element is neutralized, Captain."

Captain Rogers gave Bellatrix one quick glance. She was still awake, but the (perhaps excessive?) beating rendered her unable to resist much more.

"Now?" the captain panted.

"87.56%."

Captain Rogers smirked. "Why is there always 10% missing?"

"Room for error, Captain," the android replied. He floated towards Bellatrix and placed her hands in handcuffs behind her back. Lifting her over his shoulder, he turned to the soldier, who was already gingerly lifting the barely conscious Harry in his arms.

"LET ME DOWN!" the witch screamed.

Ignoring her, Captain Rogers asked, "No chance you can float us down?"

"It would be difficult even at full power."

Captain Rogers shrugged. "Stairs, then. Those Dementor things aren't coming back, are they?"

"I can cast the Patronus charm now," the android replied, opening the broken door and picking up the Stunned figure by the door.

The Vision slowly made his way down the stairs until he saw the Quinjet hovering above the buildings. Onlookers were gathered around the window that Captain Rogers smashed through. The police were there, too, watching expectantly. Now that the star-spangled soldier and the android were downstairs, the crowd started murmuring.

"Situation's handled, folks," Captain Rogers shouted, "Nothing more to see here."

"Hold it right there," the policemen demanded, "What's going on? What was all that noise? Who are you? Who are they?"

The Vision gestured for Captain Rogers to enter the plane. The soldier attached Mr. Potter to a harness and cable, and the pair were lifted into the cargo bay. The Vision turned to the man in the uniform, smiled and opened his mouth to speak.

***

"What did you say to the poor man?" Captain Rogers said concernedly as the plane glided away from Costa del Sol.

"I simply clarified his position and ours," the android replied. He looked back to the victims.

Mr. Potter was sleeping in one of the seats, muttering something about his parents. The wounded Wookie they had discovered outside sat woozily. He had lost much blood, though Vision was unclear on the next course of action since the Wookie refused to speak with either himself or Captain Rogers.

The only helpful individual was Marla, the unnaturally purple hostage. She revealed that the Wookie was defending her from the man that was helping Bellatrix.

"Jeremy's an asshole," Marla shivered, "And this isn't the first time he's attacked me, but he'd... he'd never do that."

The Wookie (Marla called him Hnaaag) snorted angrily, coughing because of the stomach wound.

"You're suggesting Bellatrix was controlling him somehow," Captain Rogers nodded.

"Yes," Marla told herself, "She must have."

Vision lowered his head, thinking. He was still regenerating power, and as such his computer was frustratingly slow.

"Where is he, anyway?" Marla asked.

"Under arrest," Vision replied, "along with Ms. Lestrange."

"Good," Hnaaag muttered.

Vision turned to Captain Rogers as the Quinjet emitted three bleeps, notifying its passengers they had arrived.

"All in all, a successful mission, right?"

Vision shrugged. "There was room for improvement. If Mr. Potter had alerted us of the threat beforehand, perhaps we could have operated more efficiently and with less collateral damage. If I had used the Patronus charm more effectiv-"

"Vis," Captain Rogers interrupted.

Vision blinked, then smiled. "Very successful. All civilians protected and all hostile elements neutralized with no casualties. Possible new allies detected."

"That's better." Captain Rogers grinned as the plane slowed to a stop, descending gently onto the air strip.