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[h1][color=7d16c7]Oliver Sullivan[/color][/h1]
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[color=7d16c7]Location:[/color]  White House
[color=7d16c7]Skills:[/color] N/A
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	Oliver's number one focus besides the impending confrontation that they'd have to go through was to keep his damn mouth shut. He couldn't do an American accent for the life of him, and the paranoid part of his brain was convinced that a Welsh in the White House would raise too many eyebrows. The security part of his brain though, was considering writing up a report later to submit the government on how to prevent people with less pure intentions from pulling this off, but he wasn't convinced that they wouldn't lock him up for the sheer audacity, given the fact that they may at this point be rabid to get rid of him in one way or another.

	As Captain Rogers approached and entered the Oval Office, Oliver was ready to move. The last fight with the Skrulls he used tricks he couldn't rely on here and once they were in the Oval, he'd need to stay there, no floor phasing parlor tricks. In truth, he was a little worried about getting through this unscathed, close up combat wasn't something he knew too much about, he was dependent on disorienting his targets and finishing things quickly, something he didn't think could be pulled off here. In short, Oliver was nervous, but ready to finally start to get this Skrull invasion over with, hoping to find some form of catharsis in the ensuing bloodshed.