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[h1][color=7d16c7]Oliver Sullivan[/color][/h1]
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[color=7d16c7]Location:[/color] Batron Homestead
[color=7d16c7]Skills:[/color] N/A 
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	Luckily, they all came up skrull free, so most of Oli's paranoia was assuaged, though there was always a small bit of him itching at the ways he could be wrong. It might be trauma or just his general neurosis, but he found it hard to relax these days. He didn't find this particularly unreasonable though, he had been attacked by a literal demon bear, [i]and[/i] they were dealing with a practically invisible threat. Anyone he looked at could be a skrull, and he'd been living with this fact for a long time now. It was bound to wear down a person, and Oli was far from the most stable in the first place. On the flight, Oli debriefed the team, relaying to them what Mar-Vell had told him.

	Sleep that night had been one of the best he'd had in months, oddly. Sure, there was still the existential threat to the planet, but he knew his mother was safe, or at least as safe as all the other humans were, for the first time in months.  No nightmares, no waking up in the middle of the night, just rest. This was only to be interrupted by Hawkeye unceremoniously rousting him from his reprieve. Waking up, running his hands through his hair to roughly make it presentable, he headed down to see the table of heroes filled with his team and... Black Panther. Oli exhalled. He didn't want to seem angry at the man, but he held the Illuminati responsible for this situation.