Hayley Atwell (Victim POV)

Hayley Atwell left her New York hotel room on her way to red carpet event. "Hey, gorgeous" came a male voice. She turned to see the tall, lanky young man with the curly blonde hair, long nose, and wide chin. She had run into him on the elevator earlier, and when he told her he was a big fan and she was one of the most "gorgeous bombshells" on the planet, she upbraided him for bringing up her looks. Now this creep was standing in the hall with a stupid smirk on his face.

"Just fuck off and leave me alone," said Hayley.

The blonde said "Oportetae dominaentum!" and blew some powder towards Hayley.

She closed her eyes and smelled the aroma of frankincense and sage. She opened her eyes and could not see any sign of the powder. "What the fuck was that?"

The young man's smirk grew bigger.