Lance doesn't get away

Lance was quick, spinning around and reaching for the handle, but not quick enough.

"You've stopped moving!" came Ward's voice from behind him, a command that Lance's body followed instantly. He was frozen, hand just short of the handle, in mid-step. His thoughts were panicked, racing. Did Ward need to speak to use his powers? If he could stop him from speaking, could he subdue the psycho before any more damage was done? He needed to believe he could get out of this, that he could win.

"Immediately after I've finished speaking, you'll turn around and walk to the centre of the room, and then you'll stand perfectly still until I say you can move again." Ward ordered. Lance almost felt like he wanted to do what Ward said, rather than being **** to, but awareness of Ward's abilities allowed him to realise what was really happening. Lance's body obeyed Ward's words to the letter, and he was soon frozen still right in front of Ward, unable to move a muscle.

Ward stared at him, considering.

"What shall I do with you, huh?"