SHIELD, and especially Olly had some plans regarding certain criminal aspects of Gotham. Sure Olly had no issues being the liaison to the Avengers, it was fun. Plus he got to spend some time with Ginnie. He'd win her over yet. Well either that or she'd blast him in the face. Either way, it was fun. But he wanted to do more, he wanted to be a bigger deal within SHIELD. So he'd been given a smaller case to work on. He'd been given the case of the new Mad Hatter and his possible criminal empire. He seemed to be doing a decent job hiding behind legal businesses and activities. However they were also certain he wasn't entirely legal. But they needed more so they handed it over to Agent Madrox, well the male one. He was doing a good job gathering resources but he needed someone inside to have a better idea. That was where @darkangel came into play. She had ties to Lewis, some sense of justice and could possibly be bought out. Sure there were numerous ways to approach her but Olly's own desire for the dramatic had taken over.

He knew she was coming home to her apartment shortly and decided to let himself in. However he did it via teleportation and aside from ending up on top of a book shelf it had little to no drawbacks. Well unless you count the vicious attack dog Maverick. Of course he'd been prepared for that. He knew a simple steak dinner wouldn't do the trick. But a quick teleport to a universe dominated by dogs would be enough. With him out of the way he decided to wait for her to come home. He grabbed a book he saw laying around, opened a beer from the fridge and got comfortable. He sat down on her couch, reading calmly. Of course he was armed, but he was also relaxed. He knew she could, and very likely would attack him when she saw him. Did he deserve it? Entirely. But hopefully he wouldn't prove much of a threat. He was wearing a white trench coat, white dress pants, black dress shirt and white vest. He'd opted against the tie, trying to be more approachable. Just like he had his long brown hair down and relaxed. He contemplated tying it back but opted against that as well. He heard the door click open and glanced up, but went back to reading.

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Tessa was only half paying attention as she walked down the hall on the 15th floor to her apartment. She liked the height, and it had roof access. That was always nice when leaving in a hurry, or needing to land without being seen. Tonight she was coming up with a bag of groceries, one on each hip. At the bottom of one bag held several cans of raw dog food. They wouldn’t last long, but she’d been out on a job and therefore couldn’t pick up a big bag of the stuff. She would go tomorrow and get enough to load up the small chest freezer she had bought just for Mav’s food.

So intent was she on trying to fish her keys out of her pocket with two, maybe three fingers that she almost didn’t notice the severe lack of dog claws clicking gently, but hurriedly across the floor in order to be able to meet her at the door. He was only a year and a half old, but she needed to get him a playmate. Clearly another male, and clearly it would be named Goose. But this time down the hall, no clicking. No soft whine as she got two steps from the door. Something wasn’t right.

She set one of the bags down, and with a sigh, finally managed to take possession of the elusive key. She jammed it into the lock, and then picked up her bag before deftly using her index and middle finger to the turn the key. No dog. Not good. She dropped the bags at the door like nothing was amiss, then dropped her keys on the small table next to the door.

”You have 30 seconds to tell me why I won’t kill you. After that, you have 5 seconds to release my dog and hope I don’t let him have you. You time starts now.” As she said now, the distinct single beep of a watch time sounded in from her direction. She leveled the gun she’d been carrying, concealed of course, at the back of his head. He voice showed absolutely no fear, or panic, or hesitation. It was almost chilling how even her voice was, and how cavalier, as if she was offering him a bag of chips instead of threatening his life.

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Hearing the door open he continued to read. Even when he heard the gun drawn. Sure it was silent, she was good. But he'd been in enough gun battles. Eventually you learn how to read things like shadows and air movement. He had no real issues with her drawing a gun on him. In all honesty he'd been expecting it. Namely he did break into her apartment and hide her dog. He calmly marked the page he'd been reading and turned his attention to the real reason he'd come to this apartment.

"My name is Agent Olivier Madrox of SHIELD. I'd show you my badge but it's right next to my Colt and you'd likely see that as a sign of a threat and fire. And I haven't lived for this many years to have my life ended in the poorly decorated apartment of a mutant mercenary. Or would the proper term be mercenary mutant? I don't know, which do you prefer?"

He asked calmly. He kept his hands where she could see them and stood up. He turned to face her with a smile. He wasn't at all concerned. He'd been held at gunpoint enough times to know he could react fast enough for the bullet to not hit anything major. Giving him time to draw his gun or sword and put her down. However ending her would really throw a monkey wrench into his investigation.

"As for reasons for not killing me, well, aside from having SHIELD come down on you and your little side job, kill me and you'll never get your dog back from the alternate universe I dropped him off in. So how about we have a nice little chat? Or we can go ahead and have a gun fight. I've drawn against better marksman than you sweetness."

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As soon as he said he was from S.H.I.E.L.D., Tessa lowered her gun. She didn’t put the safety on, and she didn’t put it away, but she did lower it. She watched, as the strange man in her apartment turned around to face her. He was...well, he was rather non traditional in the looks department. Long hair hadn’t been in good fashion for many decades now, and yet, he managed to pull it off.

”Oh look, you managed to have extra time to go retrieve my dog. But first, go ahead and get that badge out. One can’t be too careful these days, right?” She waited for him to produce the badge before reaching forward and snatching it from him. She spent a good long time examining it after flipping the on while he talked. She finally holstered her gun and stepped close to him, only looking up at him when she was quite close. She picked up one of his hands and placed the badge in it.

”Well at this range it doesn’t take much to be good shot,” she whispered with a grin before stepping back. ”Now, about Mavrick.” She had to give the guy credit, he had balls. She was pretty damn sure he had access to her military file, and anything added to it after she was discharged. With that file, he would have known the risks of surprising Tessa, and he did it anyway. Balls. ”Dog first, chat after”

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He quickly reached into his pocket and produced a badge. SHIELD credentials were not exactly the most complicated looking. SHIELD logo and plain looking badge. Hell he also had a couple other badges for other agencies in case he needed to go undercover. He handed it over and waited for her to examine it. When she was done he slipped it back in his pocket and crossed his arms. He simply looked down at her as she stepped close and shook his head. Yes she was right, at this range it didn't matter if someone was a good shot. But at that range it also became harder to draw as well as defend from other attacks. Sure he couldn't draw his sword, but there was always the dagger in his boot. He only needed a little bit of room to be able to draw it. His pirating days taught him all about fighting in close quarters, like under a ship's deck.

"Fine Miss Anderson. Maverick, then we can talk. Stand back and don't do anything stupid. Don't want you losing a limb. Do that and you're less useful to me."

A large red portal opened up in the middle of her living room. Olly approached it and leaned in, his top half disappearing. He whistled and his body jumped. He then pulled back from the portal, Maverick's jaws clamped firmly on Olly's arm. A few streaks of blood came but otherwise nothing else. That was thanks to a high end bionic arm, made with tech still decades, if not centuries, away.

"Miss Anderson if you could be so kind."

He said holding his arm up with a dangling dog on it. Sure it didn't hurt at all and the synthetic flesh on it would knit itself back together once teeth weren't in it. But it was still mildly annoying. He whistled calmly, making eye contact with the dog. He'd never been the type to back down from anyone, man, beast or in between. Of course it had caused him numerous problems it was also the reason he was still alive. It was how he lasted so long in the Colosseum before his sister got him out.

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Tessa did as she was told and stepped back. As if she’d do anything stupid...besides have that rather teenage though run through her head. She stood there, waiting. A red portal opened and she couldn’t help but be reminded of the...well whatever @sebastian was. She remembered something similar with that man as well.

When he pulled back from his portal, and it had closed, she saw that Maverick had latched on his arm. The arm appeared to be bionic however, so he was in no real danger of losing it. She couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, something very few had ever heard, but was rather pleasant. He began holding a staring contest with the dog though, and that could cause more trouble. ”Don’t stare at him for too long. He is the alpha male in this house.” She paused to think for a moment. ”Unless you have a bionic neck or other body parts as well. He defends his status and you are currently challenging him.” She gave Mav a little curled lip sneer though before turning and vanishing into the kitchen for a moment.

When she came back, she was carrying a first aid kit. ”Leave Mav, leave.” The dog let go, almost regretfully. He moved next to Tessa, laid down in front of the couch and seemed to instantly go to sleep. Tessa sat down on couch and opened the kit. ”Come here and let me take a look at it. If nothing else, I don’t want you...whatevering all over my apartment.”

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"I tend to challenge people, it's sort of what I do."

He said with a laugh. Of course he would end up challenging the dog, he always challenged the alpha. It very rarely went well for him, but he was used to things not working. But he'd survived every time so far. He was a relatively respected warrior in numerous tribes. As she offered to take care of him he simply shook his head. He held his arm up and the flesh sealed itself. The red blood like liquid stopped flowing and he used parting of his coat to simply wipe it away. He was used to being cut and so forth, it was pretty straight forward for him really. After all you don't live as long as he has or fight as much as he has without getting used to wiping some blood up. Plus this wasn't real blood so he didn't really see an issue.

"The arm's fine. It's bionic as I lost the real one in The Battle. Went to the future to get a brand new one. Lot's of fun aside from the occasional uncomfortableness that comes from having a fake arm."

He said following her and sitting down anyways. He leaned back in the chair and looked at her with a smile.

"Alright, now that Maverick is safe we can discuss business. I decided to go a more unofficial route."

He said with a smile. He didn't feel like going through all the SHIELD channels and dealing with so much paperwork. He hated paperwork, something his superiors knew all too well. He rarely turned it in and when he did it was late, messy and rarely in English.

"I'm here about Lewis Tetch, better known to you as Dean Lewisson."

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Tessa shook her head. Why couldn’t men never just accept a little help now and then. Clearly he didn’t actually need it, but it was nice to not feel like an idiot with a first aid kit for no one. As though sensing her discomfort, Maverick lifted his head and let out half a growl at Oliver, and half a while at Tessa.

”Hush Mav. It’s fine,” she said in a rather stern voice. The dog instantly put his head down, resting it on her feet. She could feel the warmth seeping through her shoes. It was nice; made her feel more relaxed. ”In a way, I lost my mother in that fight. She’s become kinda, hermity.” Tessa instantly stopped sharing. She usually wasn’t big on it in the first place, and this guy was pretty much a stranger.

”So what you are saying is, officially, S.H.I.E.L.D. and aren’t a couple, but we still see each other on the weekends?” It was a smart ass question, so she was rather expecting a smart ass answer for it. She stood up, causing the dog to shift a little. ”You want something to drink? Water? Juice? Beer? Something stronger?” The words floated back towards him as she walked towards and entered her kitchen. Without really waiting for an answer, she came back out with a beer, a bottle of whiskey, and two glasses. She put them down on the coffee table and sat down again. Mav’s head moved back on her feet. She poured herself a glass, indicated for him to take whatever he wanted.

”So w…” she began, but stopped when he started speaking again. She slammed her drink down, choking on the liquid as a name tumbled from his lips. Mav leapt to his feet as the sound of her in distress. He waited, looking at her, his tail hovering slightly. She laid her hand on his head to calm him again. ”He’s dead,” she rasped, her throat and lungs burning from the alcohol that didn’t go down the right way. ”So about this Lewis guy.” Her tone indicated that any talk about Dean was over and not to be brought up again.

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He knew how that was. The Battle had changed a lot of people who'd survived it. He knew from her file her mom hadn't fought, but she was there none the less in spirit. He did occasionally have nightmares from his time in the Battle. But then again given his life having nightmares was far from unlikely. It was part of the reason he was usually partially buzzed to help him handle things better.

"Uhh, think of it more like as SHIELD calling you up at 3 in the morning, drunk and looking for a hook up. Sure they like you and all but they don't want to be seen with you."

He said with a shrug. He watched her bring some booze for them and nodded his head. He poured himself some whiskey and watched her cough. He wouldn't fight the whole Dean/Lewis thing, for now. Either way there were some other serious issues they'd need to deal with first. She wasn't ready to accept he might be alive and he couldn't fault that. It was rather intense and traumatic after all. Losing love was always tough, or so he assumed. He sipped his whiskey calmly as he let her get her composure back together.

"Well either way Lewis Tetch has begun building an empire in the last month or so. Mildly impressive actually. But he's covering his tracks well. We can't nail him on anything illegal yet, that's where you come in."

He said taking another sip of his whiskey.

"He's interested in you for a variety of reasons. He'll be contacting you soon about a potential job. We want you to take it. We need someone to get close to him to find necessary evidence."

He said before leaning back on the couch, sipping his whiskey quietly.

"Remind me to get you some of the original whiskey from Ireland a few hundred years ago. To pay you back for the whiskey I drank."