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A son? ”A son?” Her voice was both shocked and maybe just a little bit upset. She was only slightly aware that she’d pushed her drink away. So many secrets. ”Does anyone actually know you?” She didn’t mean to sound so pissed, but she couldn’t help it. It was a little thing, him not mentioning a son before. But it was just everything, all the little things that piled up.
”Do you even let your sister in?” Yes, there was a part of her trying to fight this. Trying to tell her to just relax, it really wasn’t that big of a deal. She tried to tell herself that, but she just wasn’t that convincing tonight. She sighed, and pulled her rink back, finishing it off and pouring herself more.
”Sorry. What you choose to keep from the world is none of my affair,” she said, taking another deep drink of the ale. She could feel it warming her veins, coursing through her. She didn’t look at him. She’d gone from being upset at him to being upset at herself. It wasn’t her place to question how he ran his life.
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Her reaction was, expected. He'd seen similar reactions when he told some people. Usually it was more shock and disbelief. Of course anger was also a common one. Sure she would never admit it was anger but he knew better. As for HOW he knew, well that was a separate issue and not one he was even remotely inclined to begin discussing.
"Kitten, I'm over 400 years old. I've had a few kids here and there. Last I recall three sons and two daughters scattered over 7000 years. Which when you think about that only having five kids isn't too bad. I even have a really famous son, born in Bethlehem about 2000 years ago."
He said with a shrug. However asking if anyone knew him was fair. He took another big swig from his bottle and leaned back smiling a bit.
"I do tend to keep to myself. It's mostly because I have simply seen so much that it's hard to actually relate to people. I'm sure most of that is my fault though. But to answer your question, yes, people know me, for the most part. What you see is what you get."
He said with a sigh. He took another swig of his rum and sighed, looking at the emptying bottle. He knew he'd be needing a replacement bottle pretty soon. He glanced over at S'Fada before setting the bottle down. He grabbed a pack of cigarettes and lit one, taking a drag and sighing lightly. He didn't know if she'd be ok with it, she probably wouldn't be, but it was something that happened when he drank and especially when he spoke of his family.
"Of course I let my sister in. She's pretty much all I've got. She's seen my whole family and I've seen her's."
He always spoke with his sister and kept her close. Sure there was awhile she was angry with him but eventually she understood, or at least stopped being angry at him. In the end, he was her family and they'd always stick together. He finished his bottle and sighed, getting up beginning to pace.
"It's not a case of keeping things from the world. No one really asks. When it comes to the Avengers I'm just the guy from SHIELD who keeps an eye on you all. Please, I love talking about myself."
He said beginning to look at the bottles and shaking his head.
"1966, the year I got shot in the thigh by a drunken French man."
The Wakandan queen glanced at him only for a moment before looking away with a smirk and small nod. He was right. She couldn’t explain why she’d gotten the rush of emotion. She didn’t like it. It made her feel out of control, and that was no okay for her.
Ada could understand completely about having seen a lot and not feeling like getting close to people because of it. She knew what it was like only having a sibling to turn to. Sure, her father was still alive, but she’d never been that close to him. She never felt like she could lean on him. When T’Shan was missing, thought dead, she hadn’t turned to him, she’d turned to James, Olly, the other Avengers, but mostly she’d turned inward, to herself.
”Stop. You have no cause to explain yourself to me. I was the one who was out of line accusing you like that,” she said. Ada looked up sharply when she smelled the smoke. She snatched it from his mouth, pinched the tip to put it out. ”Sorry handsome, not inside my house.” She watched him get up, tilting her head to see him. She stood up herself when he began going through her bottles.
Her hand landed gently on his shoulder. ”You are looking in the wrong spot.” She gave a slight tug on his shoulder before letting her hand drop. She glided down the aisles of wine, past stacks of beer kegs, along rows of whiskey barrels. They reached shelves of rum bottles. Many looked old, some older than others. There were also new ones as well, those were for parties and were modern brands.
"No, no. Contrary to popular opinion I do actually hold some people's opinions in high regard. You're one of them. I always liked you Kitten. Mostly because you don't seem so stuck on worrying about what people think. You tell it like it is, it's one of the things I like about you."
He said with a shrug. WHile he liked a lot of people, most of their opinions weren't that important. It was people like his sister, JJ, S'Fada and a few other people. Of course most of them don't know why their opinion is so important, because he won't tell. He usually keeps to himself in most regards. It's partially out of fear of revealing too much about the future. He knew he could change a lot with one conversation if he wanted to. As she extinguished his cigarette he looked at her with a smirk.
"I've never seen someone look so hot while extinguishing a cigarette."
He knew it likely was nothing to her. Between her durability and warrior training it wasn't likely to bother her. He knew an argument would be pointless, as well as rude for a variety of reasons. As she directed him towards where the rum was kept he slowly walked behind her watching her butt the entire time.
"You're right Kitten, this is a much better spot to look at."
He said, glancing at the bottles. Without so much as a word he grabbed an old bottle of whiskey and took a swig. He was never a huge fan of whiskey but when he began drinking anything was a possibility. Whiskey, gin, absinthe, mead, anything.
"Ya know I tried that Asgardian Ale once. Don't remember much after it. Woke up naked in the middle of a forest, but at least I wasn't alone."
He said with a wink before glancing at the rum.
"Ugh, Malibu. I hate flavored liquors. I never really saw the point."
He said with a shrug. He used his other hand and grabbed an old bottle of rum before sitting down on a random barrel.
"So how about you tell me about yourself Kitten? You're not like your brother, he usually goes on about himself. But you're the calm quiet, stoic, sexy Queen who seems to just observe."
She was completely dumbstruck when he told her that he valued her opinions. Although he was right, beating around the bush got people no where. She always liked to cut to the chase during political negotiations. It also cut down on how much food and drink her country went through during the time foreign dignitaries were visiting.
”Hot?” She tilted her head curiously as she watched him looking over the bottles. She also ignored the comment he’d said about it being a better spot to look. She wasn’t expecting him to grab the bottle of whiskey though. She smirked when he mentioned having some Asgardian ale.
”How much did you consume?” She was sure it wasn’t much at all, but she wanted to know. Sure she was a quiet type, but she was still a very curious woman. She mumbled her next words, ”not surprising,” when he said he wasn’t alone. She’d left her ale back at the table, so she hopped up on a nearby barrel.
Like him, she wasn’t a fan of flavored liquors, but many guests had more...gentle tastes. She tugged at her dressing gown, pulling it a bit closer around her. It wasn’t that she was cold, that was never really a concern for her. She supposed she did it mostly out of habit; an attempt to appear more...mortal. Ada always suspected that it was a subconscious effort to connect with the people she ruled over. She looked up quickly when he asked his question.
”Me? Oh, no, I am not like him at all. I have to be calm. My powers are linked to my emotions. Losing control of them is not a good idea. So I learned to keep them down.”
He said with a wink. Of course it was no real secret that as of late he had an interest with S'Fada. Then again anyone with eyes would find her attractive. He pitied T'Shan and knew he must have a really busy schedule dealing with anyone who found her attractive. He'd noticed a few glances from T'Shan since he got back but pretty much ignored it. He was used to people taking issue with him anyways.
"I don't quite recall how much I drank actually. I do remember enjoying it. Who knows where this day might go? Well...never mind."
He said brushing off the comment he'd just made. He glanced over at her with a smile as she responded to his question. Well more so responding to the first half. She was indeed a curiosity. But he'd figure her out eventually. He took a swig of his newly found whiskey bottle as he listened. He then extended the bottle to her. Yes it wouldn't get her drunk, unless she chugged a few of these bottles in a second, which may be possible, but it was still polite. Then again it was her bottle so she could just take it anyways.
"You never really answered my question Kitten. You just told me what I already knew, which I guess proves my point. You don't want people to know you. You've built up this persona and you use that and your more out going sibling to hide behind. I'm the same way. But where your persona is the sexy quiet genius Queen mine is the arrogant douchey time traveler that hits on every woman. It's quite tough actually."
He said grabbing a battle of rum and taking a swig of it before looking over at her.
"Sorry, been flipping through my sister's friend's psychology books. I keep telling her to try out for the Avengers but she won't."
She took the bottle he offered, but didn’t drink from it. Instead, she raised her arm over her head and snapped her fingers. The sounded echoed through the entire cellar. In mere moments the patter of feet could be heard, and a servant appeared around the corner. He took the whiskey from her, placing it back on the shelf, and handed her a cup and Asgardian Ale. She just couldn’t bring herself to swill out of a bottle. She poured a glass and downed it all at once. Not her brightest move, but...never mind.
She looked up at him sharply. ”Well what?” She hated not knowing things, especially after they’d even been partially mentioned. She knew she was missing something, and she hated it. Ada sat back, having leaned forward to ask her question. Her deep brown eyes studied him slowly. She was finding it just the slightest bit difficult to focus on the deeper, more complicated issues and thoughts.
Ada just listened to him ramble on about how she only told him things he already knew. Wasn’t that the point? T’Shan was out there. He was the face of the family. Let the public know him. It was safer if….well maybe not safer now because of the power he’d gained. She threw back another glass. Stupid future. Why T’Shan. He got everything. He got to go out in the world. He wasn’t stuck ruling some country, practically living in hiding.
”Why.” She cleared her throat. ”Why did you tell us they were coming back. I thought you had some sort of strict policy on not telling the future.” She was looking at her knees, not meeting his gaze. She tossed back another cup.
He smirked a bit as she wanted him to continue. He didn't blame her, and the way he trailed off on that last sentence was grounds for concern. More so he guessed she wanted him to say everything on his mind. An admirable request sure, but at the same time he needed to be careful. He knew a lot and telling everything was not only frowned upon by him and his sister, it was also a personal rule he wouldn't violate.
"Let's just say I know how almost everything plays out. You see I have a journal."
With that he pulled an old worn journal from inside his coat. It had a variety of stains and looked to be mended numerous times, a variety of ways.
"It helps me keep track of what I've done and more importantly, what people know. I'd rather not spill too much, a serious problem I've encountered a time or two."
He said placing the journal back in his coat. He didn't know if she'd go for it but also wouldn't blame her if she did. There was a lot of information in that journal and entire books could be rewritten based on what he'd seen, and done. He took a long drink of the rum before glancing over at her and her question.
"I guess it's a sibling thing. I didn't like seeing you so upset, or any of the Avengers for that matter. But it really came down to you and James. You needed to know they'd be fine. Yes, I lied. I knew they'd be more powerful and that T'Shan would get the massive dose of pollen seconds before leaving. But if I added all of those things would be different and people would freak out. You'd demand I get them now for example. Maybe not you, you're more level headed. But then again, he's your brother."
He said with a shrug before taking a swig. He examined the bottle, beginning to feel it take effect. He knew he needed to be careful though. If he said the wrong thing she could literally do anything to him.
"Plus I didn't want anyone to try forcing me to go to the future and get them, which I knew would likely happen. In at least a handful of timelines both Ginnie and James forced me to go get them and messed up everything in the bigger picture."
Her warm brown eye zeroed in on that beat up journal. Why had he shown her? Now it was all she could think about. Her curiosity had been peaked. She usually had great self control. But then again, she didn’t usually have Asgardian Ale, and never this much. She made a small reach for the book, almost playful in nature. She wasn’t actually trying to get it. She knew he wouldn’t let her, but oh well. She poured herself another cup, but sipped on this one. They weren’t small sips. But she wasn’t just throwing them back. She topped off her cup and slid off the barrel.
”I am glad you told me about T’Shan. I was not doing well, I can tell you that.” She smiled a bit as she stepped towards him, but was looking more at his knees. Ada slowly slid her eyes up to his face, a smirk slowly spreading. She knew that she had barely been holding it together when he told the house. Every night was a struggle the not just run back home and hie in her room crying.
Now she was feeling a different kind of ‘not okay’. She knew she was jealous, but on top of that, she hated herself for being jealous of her own brother. She couldn’t help it though. She’d prayed many night to Basst, wondering if she’d done something wrong. Did she want to get blasted into some other time for who know how long? Not really, but she also couldn’t help the envy. Maybe it was for the best. She’d never actually bothered to test the limits of her powers. She’d never felt like she needed to.
”Everyone thinks I am level. As if I have everything all figure out. As if I never question myself.” She watched her as she put the bottle of ale down and slip her hand into his. They were warm. Large and warm. She stepped closer. ”I am not as put together as everyone thinks. As I want everyone to believe. My father is in another realm. My brother, the other side of the world.” She put her cup of ale down next to the bottle and brought the hand up to his face.
”For most of my adult life, I have been here, shut away.” Ada closed the last of the distance between them leaning in towards him. ”Ignoring the world, like the old days of my Kingdom. I do not want to ignore or be ignored Olly.” It was the first time she’d ever not called him Ollivier or Mr. Madrox. She leaned in, tentatively touching her lips to his.
"Of course I'd tell you, or anyone. Plus if you had been doing well I'd begin questioning you and your ethics. Anyone who could see their sibling potentially vaporized and feel nothing is not someone I'd want near me."
Of course he didn't mean someone shutting down. That he was used to he, could handle that. Losing a sibling and shutting down was completely accepted. It wasn't ideal but sometimes it was the only way people could properly handle something so severe.
But suddenly their conversation took a sudden turn. He seemed to have figured out the wall she was hiding behind and knocked it down. Because now she was finally telling him about herself. Yes he knew some parts of her from files and his times hopping through time. But this was the first time she finally began talking about herself.
"I actually understand that Kitten."
He said as she slipped her hand into his free one. He took one last swig before setting the bottle down beside him.
"Everyone has already made their mind up about you without trying to ACTUALLY learn about you. So it's simply easier to just roll with it. It's what I do and I'm sorry to see I'm not the only one."
He was about to comment on no one ignoring her when suddenly her lips were against his. He returned the kiss briefly before placing his free hand on her shoulder and gently pushing her back as he himself leaned back.
"As amazing as that was Kitten no more. You've been drinking and I know first hand how potent that Ale is. It would be wrong to continue."
He said with a sigh before taking a swig from his bottle. He wanted to continue, various parts wanted him to continue. But his brain was shutting everything down and making several good points. Most notably if she regretted it later he would end up dead, and he was a fan of living.
The kiss was...she was not expecting to actually enjoy it as much as she did. She was just starting to lean in even more to deepen the kiss when he pushed her away. It wasn’t a harsh push, more like he regretted it, but it must be done. His next words confirmed this theory. Her jaw clenched and her brow furrowed in confusion. She wasn’t that drunk. Ada knew what she wanted. When she wanted something, she usually got it, especially if it was a someone.
Ada’s hand flashed out, grabbing the bottle from him. She threw it against a wall, re-closing the gap between them. With a hand on either side of his face she pulls him into another, more passionate kiss. She broke it just long enough to whisper in his ear, ”I am Queen of Wakanda. I do not make regrets.”
She slid a hand down to his chest as she resumed the kiss. Her left hand, the one still on his face, moved down to the side of his neck. Using the kiss as a distraction, she slipped her right hand into his jacket, instantly finding the little book. She use two fingers to grab hold of it while sliding her left hand down to his chest. She transferred the journal to her left hand once she slid it far enough down his chest. Her right hand cupped his cheek for one last kiss before she pulled back.
What she did next, well she hoped he was still a bit stunned by the intensity of the kiss. She turned and scampered back through the maze of shelves. As she ran, she couldn’t help but let out a giggle. Maybe it was because of the booze. Maybe it was just that prankster side of her that no one ever got to see.
She turned a few corners before finding a good place to sit and read. She opened to one of the first pages, hoping it wasn’t about the future. S’Fada wasn’t a complete idiot. What she read though, was nothing that she’d ever thought to read. She didn’t turn the page, or shut the book, she just sat there re-reading the entry over and over.
He expected her to react the way she did. However at the same time this part was slightly different. It was one thing to be adamant that she knew what she was doing but to be essentially forcing herself on him. He knew he could potentially get away but with her strength and speed if she wanted something she was going to get it. But then as the kiss continued she felt her hands moving. Before he could do anything or stop her the journal was out of his coat and she was running off with it.
"No! That isn't for anyone's eyes. You have no idea what you might learn!"
He yelled as he began to run after her. Anyone else and he would've likely considered shooting them. But the bullet would just bounce off and he needed to stop her. She'd be gone, with his journal. Take the journal and everything could unravel. As he ran it was times like this he wished he could teleport like his sister. But instead he had no other choice but to do it the old fashioned way. He knew bits about her, actually more than he'd likely ever mention. But he did know where to find her and how she thought.
As he rounded the corner he saw her sitting there and reading. Without a word he snatched it out of her hands and glanced down at the page.
"I don't......just because you're Queen......maybe this is...."
With a sigh he collapsed against the rack of bottles and looked down at the book. Tucked into the page was a sketch of a little girl, couldn't be more than 7. He gently slid his fingers down the page.
"Her name was Nora. She was my daughter back in the late 1800's. Mother died during child birth. It was just the two of us. I was a fisherman, I think. Or I might've been building boats, I forget. I've had a lot of jobs so it gets confusing. I'd already seen the future and I knew she'd never live past 8. I contemplated saving her. I could go forward, get the necessary medicine and save her. But that was the problem. The medicine ended up being derived from her blood. She needed to die to save thousands of children, maybe more. It's why I stay with SHIELD, I want to do her right."
He said before looking at the journal and throwing it at her feet.
"Here you wanted to see it so badly go nuts. Your wedding was beautiful, I was there. Your brother's was better though, more fun. Plus he had a nacho bar. He'll fall in love with them in a couple years. They actually allow your father to Earth for the weddings. I mean he's under armed SHIELD guard but yeah."
There was no resistance when he took the book away from her; she’d already let go in shock. Ada shouldn’t have taken it. She should have just let well enough alone. She looked up at him when he spoke.
”Olivier...I am sorry. It is not like that. I did not….”
She stayed right where she was, very suddenly feeling like a child when it was being scolded. Perhaps in a way she was, but it never felt nice. She watched as he collapsed. She wanted to crawl over to him and hold him. But she couldn’t. It just didn’t feel right. She never thought there would be something so personal, like that, in his journal. She thought his journal would sound a lot like how he did everyday, a long list of bragging and conquests.
There was also the feeling of hope. He’d clearly settled down, even if it wasn’t for very long. Se curled her knees up to her chest, hugging them, mumbling about how sorry she was. That she hadn’t meant to read something like that. She’d only meant it as a prank. She ignored the journal at her feet.
”Stop,” she said when he began telling her things that hadn’t happened yet. ”Stop it. Olivier, stop. I am sorry. Stop! STOP!” On the last world she launched herself at him, clamping a hand over his mouth. ”I did not mean to. I...I did not think.” She dropped her hand away, slumping down and away from him. ”Please, stop. I am sorry. I did not think. I...I was trying to be funny. It….” She sat back on heels. ”I am truly sorry Olly. Please, forgive me?” She truly felt ill, and it wasn’t just the booze. It was only suppose to be a prank. She had wanted to show him a side no one got to see and instead...this happened and she’d failed.
Part of him wanted to just keep going. Just to keep telling her everything. There was so much going on that he wanted to tell her about, for a variety of reasons. But another part of him, the saner part and the part that rarely had any control of him managed to take control. He silenced himself just as she pressed her hand to his mouth to silence him. He was mildly impressed actually. Namely since if she tried she could truly silence him with almost no effort. As she apologized he took her hand and gently kissed it.
"I never could stay mad at you Kitten."
He said with a smile. He let go of her hand and pulled himself to his feet. As he walked he gently trailed a finger along her cheek and grabbed his journal. He slipped it back into his coat and grabbed a bottle off the shelf. He had no clue what it even was, nor did he care. It could be wine, absinthe, Asgardian Ale or anything else. He didn't care, he just wanted some alcohol.
"I suggest we go find the balcony that's rarely patrolled. Ya know, the one you like to sit out on and relax. Bring some bottles and actually get a nice view. Although if I'm around you there's always a nice view."
He said with a wink. He grabbed a couple more bottles as he walked, planning on getting hammered. Anytime Nora came to mind it got dark for him. Then again, he usually was a little dark from time to time.
"The thing about the journal is, I'll answer any question you ask. People always try to find things out a sneaky way, no one ever just ASKS me about myself. WHich is odd when I do enjoy talking about myself."
Ada didn’t exactly know what to think when he kissed her hand. She watched him for just a moment. ‘Never could’? That was past tense.
”Never could? What do you...never mind. I’m not sure I want to know.”
Her eyes fluttered closed as his hand dragged over her skin. Just a few short months ago, she’d have broken his fingers for even looking like he was going to touch her like that, or at all. Her hand reached up to touch his but it was already gone. He picked up his journal, and then grabbed a bottle. She could still feel the ghost of his touch on her cheek.
”I wasn’t trying to be sneaking. I was trying to be fun.”
For some reason, her brain was just sitting in neutral. She didn’t even realize the first bottle he’d picked up was a genuine, old bottle of The Green Fairy. She had been keeping a few, just for posterity's sake, never intending to drink any of them because of their potential hallucinogenic tendencies. She finally got up from the floor to follow him, but not before he’d snatched a few more bottles and headed off.
She scrambled to her feet and took off after him. But then she paused. The other bottles he’d taken. She went back and looked. Shit, one was Asgardian Ale.
As she entered the hall, she found that he had already vanished up the stairs. It seemed, that he quite possibly knew his way around her palace quite well. Another mystery to add to the growing pile. She knew what balcony he was talking about, again, more evidence that this hadn’t been his first visit. She raced up the steps, taking them three at a time. Enhanced agility had its advantages after all. A few turns later, she finally caught up to him.
Aa reached out, grabbed him by the collar and pulled him around a corner. He’d been about to head down the wrong corridor. ”First one on the right, not left,” she whispered in his ear. Her hand slipped into his, much like it had on the day Lydia and her brother came back, and she gave his hand a squeeze. The Queen reached over and pulled the ale from his collection of bottles, pulling the cork out with her teeth. She spit it right into a tall vase before taking a nice healthy swig.
It had been a while since she’d last gotten drunk, and to be honest, the buzz from earlier had felt really nice. She took another swig before handing it back to him and grabbing the last unopened bottle, another absinthe she noticed. ”Wanna see something fun?” She chucked the corked bottle down the hall then took off after it. As she got closer, she launched herself into a round off followed by a series of backflips. She ended by bouncing from one wall to the other, gaining height. She launched off the wall, grabbed the bottle mid air, and landed on her, facing Olly, a grin on her face.