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[h1][color=7d16c7]Oliver Sullivan[/color][/h1]
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[color=7d16c7]Location:[/color]  Common Room
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	Normally, Oliver might latch onto the things Bonnie had told him, the idea of alternate histories and evil robots sounding unendingly interesting. However, the crashing of a man from the roof to the floor distracted him. Taking an immediate step back, he went briefly went into panic mode. After all, he wasn't especially suited for any kind of field work, and there was an armed intruder in front of them. However, his teammate's reactions seemed to be more of exasperation or frustration than anything serious.

	Focused now on Deadpool more than anybody else here, he found himself cracking a smile at his comments. looking for exactly what to say to the masked man, he opened his mouth, only to laugh, and say ,"[color=7d16c7]Sorry, it's Deadpool right?[/color]" He started to say, "[color=7d16c7]Why are you here again? Do you need some kind of help?[/color]" He figured that somebody wouldn't illegally enter a S.H.I.E.L.D base unless they had a death wish or needed something, and assuming it wasn't the former, he always loved to help with problems whenever he could. In all honesty, he was a bit disappointed to see that Tinley wanted him game, but he wasn't about to [i]openly[/i] contradict his superior.