T'Shan and Lydia had been back for awhile. After the party and everyone getting back into their grooves S'Fada had gone back to Wakanda. Olly didn't like seeing her do that. Not just because she was hot and one of the few Avengers who seemingly liked him. T'Shan used to until he noticed Olly's interest in his sister. Then he became understandably tense around him. Olly was similar around JJ, so he understood it and wasn't faulting him for it. But Olly could sense a depressed sibling, he knew how she felt. She felt like the less interesting sibling and was no longer the one everyone looked to. Of course Olly hadn't been the better sibling for a couple hundred years.

So he used his job as liaison to the Avengers to go into Wakanda as a reason to see her. On the one hand he just wanted to see her again, but on the other he was checking on her. A portal opened up just outside the Wakandan Palace in the middle of the jungle. As soon as he stepped out he knew he was being watched. It was a giant glowing portal, of course it would draw attention. He reached back and brushed some of his long hair off his shoulders and adjusted his coat. Despite the heat of the jungle he was still wearing  a black trench coat with black dress pants, vest and tie and a forest green dress shirt. As he walked he loosened his tie slightly before grabbing a cigarette and lighting it. His sword hung calmly on his hip with his gun in his underarm holster. As he walked through the jungle he exhaled the smoke and calmly stepped over and around roots and vines.

He was a trained warrior and his senses told him he was being watched by at least three sets of eyes. Two in the trees on either side of him and the last one was behind him, on the ground. But they were waiting to see what he did before making their move. Interesting. He was honestly expecting a spear or an arrow seconds after emerging from the portal. Through the trees he could see the Palace and the statue to the Panther god.

"I'm always surprised when I see that thing...."

He said shaking his head. He stepped out of the trees into the clearing and put his hands up, cigarette still in his mouth.

"Queen S'Fada knows me. I'm probably expected."

He said as the guards came out of nowhere, weapons at the ready. They quickly searched him finding his sword and gun as well as the dagger in his boot.

"Hmm, most forget that one."

He said before being grabbed and being basically dragged towards the palace and to where ever S'Fada was. One guard grabbed his cigarette and extinguished it.

COUNT:xxx TAG: names OUTFIT: Outfit Decore NOTES: Hope this is all good for you.	Her delicate fingers ran over the smooth, warm skin of the man lying next to her. She could feel him shiver every now and then when her touches became too light. Her head rested on his chest as her black hair cascaded over his shoulder, contrasting with his tanned skin. It wasn’t uncommon for the jungle queen to take a lover or even one night stand but nothing ever came of it besides some bragging right of having slept with a real live queen. The man beside her, some model doing a jungle shoot for some underwear company, fell asleep and Ada gently slid from the bed. She pulled a fresh, silk nighty out of her closet, slipping it on and walking out on her balcony. The lightness of the silk kept most of the stickiness of the jungle humidity at bay. T’Shan had come back, and she was happy, she really was, but he wasn’t the same anymore. He’d vanished, her little brother and fellow demigod, but returned older than her and a fully realized god. She had intended, before T’Shan vanished, to stay in New York with the Avengers, simply visiting Wakanda often. Once it had seemed that her brother had died, she knew her place was to take her brother’s on the team, but now she just felt redundant. She’d even questioned her role as the Black Panther. Did she still deserve to hold that title? A gentle knock on her bed chamber door brought her out of her little pity party. She crossed the room and opened the door a crack, after checking to make sure Miguel was still asleep. One her hand maidens was bowing to her. ”Speak.” ”An outsider was apprehended in the forest. They say that one moment there was nothing, and then a portal, and then, a man was there.” Olivier ”Have him brought to me immediately.” ”Yes mistress.” Ada watched the girl bow once more and then leave. Two soldiers flanked in behind her at the far door. The Queen gently closed her own door, going back to her bed and sitting on the edge. ”Miguel. Lovely. It is time to go sweetheart. Now.” The man rolled over, groggy after his extremely short nap. ”Get up. Get dressed. I have things I need to do.” He gave her a funny look, as if wondering why she was being so demanding and rude, but he did slide out from under the sheets, grabbing his clothes and tugging them on a piece at a time. ”But Ada…” ”You will address me formally and you will leave. This is not a request, and I am not in a mood to be tested.” He got dressed much faster after that. He passed a man with long hair being dragged in by three warriors, two female and one male. They pushed him too his knees in the middle of the Queen’s private chambers and waited patiently, their eyes never leaving the man. The bedroom door cracked open and Ada emerged, finishing the knot on the sash that closed her silk robe over her night dress. ”I warn you Time Lord, my warriors are not as forgiving about American style jokes, so please, keep them to yourself.” She fell silent as she looked him over for a moment. ”What are you doing here?”
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Olly calmly whistled as he was dragged down the hallway. Could he free himself and leave the guards unconscious in a heap without even trying? Easily. But he was playing nice and trying to honor the queen. As he was dragged he noticed a man walking past them and nodded his head.

"Personally I think she can do better."

He said with a light chuckle to one of the guards. As he was thrown to the ground he sighed and simply waited. Soon enough the door opened and there was the Queen. He glanced up seeing her bare legs and smirked lightly. He'd always been a fan of her legs, never mentioning it since he'd get kicked, but that was fine.

"Queenie, darling I only..."

He froze mid-sentence and looked to the side of her. He struggled to get up only to have a hand on his shoulder force him down. Now going on auto-pilot he grabbed the hand and shot backwards, spinning the man and slamming him to his stomach. He stepped on the man's back and went over him. He walked past the Queen ignoring her and stopped, looking at the flint-lock pistol on the wall.

"Where did you?"

He didn't get to finish his question as the other guard rushed him. Olly simply used his bionic hand and grabbed him by the back of the neck slamming him against the wall and holding him there.

"Shh, mommy and daddy are talking. S'Fada, where did you get this pistol?"

He was being serious now, proven so by using her actual name. He gently ran his free hand over the barrel, noticing the carvings and designs.

"Do you know whose pistol this was? This pistol saw so many battles before being lost in a battle near Jamaica. The owner took a bullet in the shoulder and it fell out of his coat."

He seemed to be in a trance, almost unaware of the man groaning and struggling beside him. He shook his head and let the man go before motioning him away.

"Go now. Oh, and set my weapons down gently. If I truly meant your Queen harm I would've gotten her mid-coitus."

He crossed his arms and looked at S'Fada. He noticed the one guard eyeing him and he shook his head.

"Look I'm all for some fun sparring but right now I'm not in the mood and if you try me I will hurt you."

He said staring the man down. He had more important things to deal with than some guards who'd been embarrassed.

"Don't feel bad. I've been fighting since your great-great-grandparents were still trying to master walking."

COUNT:xxx TAG: names OUTFIT: link NOTES: blah blah	Ada wasn’t actually as upset about him being here as she was pretending to be. A part of her was glad he’d come. She was just about to dismiss everyone else from the room when he shrugged off the guy holding him and darted past her towards one of the items in her collection. She couldn’t help but smirk, until he slammed another guard into the wall beside him. He seemed very serious. She’d never seen him like that. She held her hand up to stop the two warriors from charging forward. ”I am going to have to ask you to unhand him,” she said calmly, stepping towards him. He asked her a question, but she wasn’t paying attention to that, not until he let the man go, dismissing him like some common servant. Why did he have to be so frustrating. This wasn’t his house. He didn’t have the right to order her people around. ”Leave us,” Ada said, giving the others a wave. She waited until they had left before turning back to him. ”You WILL treat my people with respect, Mr Madrox. Do I make myself clear?” She gave him a hard look. She moved behind him to look over his shoulder. He could disrespect her all he wanted, but not her people. ”Got shot in the shoulder near Jamaica? I am not too sure about where it originally came from. I bought it off some woman calling herself Dark Angel or something. She informed me that she got it from some rich man who did not deserve it.” She reached for it to take it down from the wall. ”So who does it belong to.”
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Just as he was asked to release the guard he did. He hadn't been acting best, he realized that now. But seeing that pistol again seemed to bring everything back. She reprimanded him, rightfully so, and he looked at her calmly.

"Yes, your majesty. I apologize. But I did mean what I said about my weapons. I don't want them harmed or damaged in anyway."

By this point he was becoming aware of her two sides. There was a calmer, almost fun side that very few saw. He himself at this point had only seen glimpses. Likely only people like T'Shan and any other close friends she may have, if any had seen it. But he knew it was there, hidden under the surface of the hard edged and tough warrior queen. He'd get through her shell soon enough. It was only a matter of time, but he was patient.

"Dark Angel? Of course she would have it. I might have to call her up when I get back, see what else she has floating around."

He said, more to himself than anything. It bothered him that she had something without knowing the history of it but would eventually move past that. She just saw a cool looking ancient weapon that went with her decor and bought it.

"Isn't it obvious Kitten? The pistol belonged to me. I lost it when I was about 15. My sister and I were raiding this Dutch SLave ship. Freeing the slaves, taking anything else of worth. Some worried Cabin Boy freaked out and shot me in the shoulder. I stumbled back and it slipped out of my coat."

He said holding the spot on his shoulder. He shook his head and looked back to her with a light smile.

"I'd show you but we're not at the scars and stories level of our friendship yet. Yet being the operative word Kitten."

He said with a wink and a laugh. Of course he did flirt with her a lot but there wasn't much behind it. Sure it was fun but he knew pointless flirting wouldn't do much for a woman like her.

"I was more upset about the pistol than being shot. Nice kid, just trying to do his job. Dumped him off on some island. The rest we abandoned on some rock before freeing the slaves. 'Devil Spit'....it's what the carving means. It's written in an alternate Earth dialect. So what do I gotta do to get it back from you?"

COUNT:xxx TAG: names LINKS: chair NOTES: blah blah	She decided to not try and hide the smirk at her pleasure of being called ‘majesty’ by him. It was rather nice for a change, the sound of respect coming from his mouth. It sounded pretty good on him. Ada looked down at the flintlock the entire time he was talking. A small smile played over lips. It was a nice story, and she wouldn’t have minded hearing more. Maybe she had something else he knew an intimate story about. She had always liked stories. Ones that had daring and adventure were always her favorite. She loved listening to her Uncle tell war stories of his time with the Avengers and as the Black Panther. ”I know,” she said softly. ”I knew as soon as you said it was lost after its owner got shot in the shoulder.” She looked up at him with a smile. ”Only its owner would know that story. You have never told me much about yourself Olivier. Perhaps you would care to tell me more?” Ada shook her head with a small smile as he instantly went back to flirting with her again. Did he honestly think such blatant attempts would ever work on a woman who was really worth it? Maybe he didn’t care. The Queen turned towards her chair which sat at the other end of the room. It wasn't her throne, but it was raised on a small platform. She carried the flintlock with her, tapping it gently on the palm of her hand as though thinking really hard. The Queen ran a dark hand over the polished silver head of the carved panther before turning and sitting down, letting her long robe trail behind her as she leaned to the side, lounging. ”What are you willing to do Mister Madrox,” she said, a playful look in her eyes and dancing near the edges of the smirk on her lips.
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As she mentioned how he never said anything about his life he shrugged. It was true that aside from a couple stories he didn't really talk about himself. His sister seemed to be the same way, from what he could tell. Either way though she was right, he did need to open up more. Of course part of it was he'd seen so many terrible things he didn't feel like burdening anyone with his stories.

"Don't worry about it Kitten, most people don't know much about me. I have a tendency to keep to myself when it comes to stories. Not a lot of positivity. Countless wars, deaths, plagues, everything. Sure there's some positive aspects. Various loves, kids, interesting parts of history. But since we're discussing some of my old possessions I'm definitely willing to discuss more. Although if we bring in some alcohol then I'll really begin telling stories."

He said with a laugh. He slowly approached her as she sat down and smirked. He calmly placed his hands behind his back as he observed her. This was a power play. She had something he wanted was now sitting in an elevated chair, also the only comfortable item in the area. Not the first time he'd dealt with a very smart Queen.

"Oh Kitten, seeing you in the robe looking so beautiful I can think of several answers to that question. But in the mean time I will instead opt for a simple answer. I can do anything from taking you back to meet the first Black Panther, to letting you meet your descendants. Of course I've discovered that takes some surprise out of dating. So how about a trade? You seem interested in stories, I bet I can get you a story behind most of your possessions."

He was betting she was like him. She didn't like owning things without knowing the story behind them. Just having a dagger that was from a certain century and area was boring. WHat was the owner like? Had it been used in a battle? He could probably figure out most of them, or at least lie and make some up. He was rather good at lying.

COUNT:xxx TAG: names OUTFIT: link NOTES: blah blah	Her smile had gone as she watched him, listening to him. She’d heard so many things about him from others, mostly people like Aileen Barton and Virginia "Ginnie" Stark. But as she was finding out, there was a lot more to him than the loud mouthed, annoying flirt, who liked to get under people’s skin, for what seemed like the sheer joy of it. There was a real human man under all that, hiding from the world and everyone in it. Ada’s eyes weren’t hard like she was trying to keep him out, simply soft, waiting for him to keep going. She’d always loved stories, and she wanted him to tell her more. She gave a sharp clap of her hands. A servant appeared with a bow. Ada put the order in for her finest rum, two bottles to start. She also had another chair brought in, similar in shape, but much simpler. ”Please, Mr. Madrox,” she said once the chair had arrived. ”Tell me another story.” The chair had been placed, for now on the floor so it was below her. She motioned to it for him to sit. It wasn’t that she was actually holding his weapon hostage. If he asked her for it directly, she’d freely give it to him, she just wanted to know more. A soft knock announced the arrival of the drinks. A table was placed near her, but she directed them to place it closer to Olivier and bring her a glass.
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She wanted a story? That was weird. He'd never had anyone ask him about his past, or future technically. No one ever wanted to get close enough to learn anything about him. Of course he's not dumb, he also knew that he purposely kept people at arm's length. He didn't want to get close to people. He'd seen too much. Rayne seemed to handle it better, but then again she was better at pretty much everything. That was something he should deal with, but he never really had. She was faster at teleporting and could even teleport like Nightcrawler. He however had better length and accuracy, so there was that.

He was tempted to sit on the back of the chair and be eye to eye with S'Fada, but opted against it. This was a power play and she had his gun, if not more. Just a quick glimpse of the walls he knew she collected antiques, he himself WAS an antique.

"Stories? Trust me Kitten, I have more than enough stories. But only on one condition, you drink too. Not the rum which..."

He took a swig from the bottle, ignoring the provided glass and sighed.

"..is delicious. But if you're anything like your brother you have some of that fancy Asgardian Ale sitting around. My stories are told over alcohol, not while someone watches. Now bring on the Ale Kitten. I might even tell you about my time with Jack the Ripper or when I was a Gladiator. Plus you're speaking to the future King of the English Empire."

He said leaning back and sipping from the bottle. Truth be told it was pretty good rum. He had had better, but this was certainly in the top 3. Of course given the company it quickly began to climb the charts.

"Once you have a drink feel free to name an era or a war and I was probably there."

COUNT:xxx TAG: names OUTFIT: link NOTES: feel free to walk them both down to the cellar where the table and chair is set up along with a matching chair for her. And her booze on the table as well.	“On one condition, you drink too…” Ada couldn’t help but genuinely smirk at that statement. Why did men want to try and get her drunk. At least Olivier knew how. “...if you’re anything like your brother, you have some of that fancy Asgardian Ale sitting around.” She nodded for she did indeed have some in her cellar for the rare occasion she actually wanted to get drunk. Ada gave him a nod and reached behind her. She pulled a silken cord instead of clapping for an attendant. A few moments later, the reason for this became clear as three people entered the room. ”We need a change in venue, don’t you agree?” She said to Olly before addressing her staff. ”Move these things and open the cellar.” As she finished speaking, Ada rose gracefully from her chair and began to head towards her bed chamber. She wanted to change before traipsing around the castle, into something a bit more substantial. Her people knew that she wasn’t a virgin queen, but that didn’t mean she should roam the palace in her nighty and a thin robe. ”If you will excuse me for a moment,” she said right before closing the door. While she was changing, servants picked up the chair, table, and glasses, and carried them away. The left the rum bottle with Olly. Meanwhile, Ada took very little time throwing off her thin robe and pulling on a dressing gown that had a bit more heft to it, but was still made out of layers and layers of silk. She’d heard her staff talking when they thought she wasn’t around. They sometimes called her Ms. Scarlet. It had taken her some time to figure out what they meant. It seemed a few of them had seen a movie from America called Gone With the Wind. Now it simply amused her. They had a point, she did have many different styles of clothing for different time of the day and occasions. The Queen walked back out, her dressing gown flowing around her easily as she walked. ”Ready?” She waited by the door for him to join her, his pistol still in her hands, a slight smirk, perhaps, on her lips.
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So she'd seemingly agreed on his plans for her to drink and so forth. This was quickly becoming a very fun afternoon, or morning...or whatever time it was. His grasp of time was always flawed at best, plus he was always jumping around in time so it became pointless to keep track of.

"Oh a change of venue is definitely what we need Kitten."

He said with a smirk. He watched as the servants came and began moving everything. Olly stood there with the rum and shrugged, waiting patiently. He took a swig from the bottle before looking at the stuff on the walls. A few of the items seemed familiar but he'd deal with that later.

As she came out he nodded his head before walking with her towards where the servants had set up their little seating area. He was hoping it was a more relaxed setting as opposed to some sort of formal setting. He wouldn't be terribly surprised if it was in the throne room. However it seemed to be the cellar, as that was where they were heading.

"Alright, I'll tell you about my time as a gladiator."

He said taking a swig of the rum before handing the bottle to S'Fada. He knew it wouldn't get her drunk and was as effective as water. But it was more symbolic than anything. It wasn't a Queen and SHIELD Agent, it was just two people hanging out and talking.

"So I was hanging out in Rome, just exploring and watching. Then this woman caught my eye, came onto me hard. I was young still, maybe 20, or, well my age is hard to nail down. Namely since I'm both 9 and over 400 years old. Anyways it turns out that she was some high end general's wife. Turns out he wasn't a huge fan of the things I was doing with his wife. I suppose it could've been worse, he didn't kill me. Sold me into slavery and then I ended up as a gladiator. I only lost once, was lucky and they let me live. Anyways in the end my sister set the great Roman fire to free me. Good times."

He said after taking the bottle back and taking a swig. The entered the cellar where the chairs were set up and a barrel of ale was next to her chair.

"My specialty in the arena was the spear. I was never good at wielding Roman swords, they were too awkward. I prefer the cutlass anyways so I had to make due. People claimed I was a god or some such nonsense. Of course it's not like I could explain to them that I'd spent years training with people like Alexander the Great, Queen Boudica, Robin Hood and a others. So I just went with it."

He said before sitting down in his chair across from her chair and swigging from his bottle.

"So is that what you were looking for in stories?"

COUNT:xxx TAG: names OUTFIT: link NOTES: blah blah	Ada internally cringed at his continued use of the word ‘Kitten’ as a name for her. Her desire to keep him talking, telling her stories, having a good time. She wanted, no needed his company, so she let the nickname go. She was very patient while listening to his story, taking sips of the rum when he offered. It was an interesting story, but it was lacking...something. ”Perhaps a story not written in history books. Or maybe your most memorable fight. A favorite opponent,” she said as they entered the cellar. She settled into a rather ordinary chair, placed at an ordinary round, study table. Across from her was a matching chair. Ada calmly waited for him to sit before pouring herself a mug and taking a sip. She placed a hand on his arm. ”And don’t spare me the details.” She smirked at him and drew her arm back, smiling at him as she took another swig. Ada didn’t drink much, so she knew this could hit her pretty fast.
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So she wanted a story that she might not know. That would prove tricky but he could come up with something. In the end though he had a variety of stories he could figure out eventually. He took a swig from his bottle as he sat down and leaned back in his chair.

"Well that could prove tricky. Not sure if history happens around me or if I end up in historical places. But I think I got something you might like. It was mostly written off as a myth so people seemed to ignore it. Of course that could be because Alexander did his best to ensure it was hidden from the world, even going as far as slaughtering his record keepers. I think the only scroll with it is in the room under the Sphinx. Part of the reason they won't let anyone examine the room is they know it's there. But that whole part is a story that involves secret cults and conspiracies and so forth. Pretty sure it may be the birth place of SHIELD too, not sure."

He said with a shrug. He took another swig and looked at her with a smile before leaning forward. He smiled a bit before slowly swirling the bottle around on the table.

"Alexander the Great wanted to expand into Southern Africa. Yes I know the stories say he never went past Africa, that's because he encountered the Queen of Nubia. At this point my sister and I were training with his army and having some fun. I always enjoyed Pankration. Wrestling with no rules, win by any means. But anyways he did his usual thing. Surrender or else, blah blah blah. The Queen sent the messenger's vocal chords back as a response. Pretty badass actually. So they went to war and Nubian army took us out in two days. Alexander tried to go for a faint retreat, one he'd done before, but the army followed them. I took a spear to the thigh in the process, a toga is awkward but fun to fight in, well until a breeze comes by."

He said with a laugh. He took a swig from the bottle again and watched her. He'd never have expected the two of them to really get along like this. Well he'd hoped for a variety of reasons but either way this was fun.

"I still was not a fan of the sword. But using a cutlass then would've caused all kinds of issues in the time line."

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Ada quietly listen to his story, taking sips of her Asgardian brew. She liked his stories. They made all of her stories seem dull, boring, and everyday. What was sneaking into secret crypts when compared to being a part of history.

”The Sphinx? I have lived in Africa my whole life, and I have never been to Egypt. Is that not sad?’ Well that was revealing. Ada never liked to reveal too much about herself. It was her way of keeping people at arm's length from herself. If she did that, it was easier to control her emotions because she wasn’t as attache to people.

As he spoke more, and she drank more, she found herself watching him intently. Not just because he was telling her a story, but simply because he was...no. She couldn’t be finding him attractive. It must be the booze. It had to be right? She had more important things to do and think about than some egotistical SHIELD agent.

”It would amuse me to see you in a toga,” she said with a grin, quickly wiping it off her face and taking a drink. Yep, totally this ale’s fault.

"Never seen the Sphinx? Well that is terrible. We'll need to remedy that some time. I'll take you back in time just after it was built. Don't think I was there around that time. I don't like spending time with myself, I can kind of see why people don't like me."

He said with a shrug and a laugh. He was used to people not being a fan of him, especially after the whole Lydia/T'Shan thing. He was still surprised no one shot him, but he was almost certain that at least two guns had been trained on him at some point in those two days.

"Well play your cards right Kitten and that just may happen. Toga, loin cloth....let's just keep it loose."

He said with a laugh. He smiled and took another swig of his rum.

"I'd have to say one of my favorite stories is in the yeah 5026 when I took over the Holy British Empire, well my son and I did. It was surprisingly easy actually. Mostly because the Empire was being run by a rabbit. But man the British people were pissed about that. My son put up a hell of a fight though, lost his arm in the process though."

He held his left hand up and shrugged. While it blended in perfectly he knew it was fake. He could notice the differences even if most wouldn't. He could tell that it was different, it just didn't feel right. Sure he'd had it for so long he should be used to it, but still.

"Kinda runs in the family really."