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[flip_the_lights]

Well.

This is...unexpected.

This isn't anything like good, either, judging by Olivia's expression: an open mix of wariness and curiosity she makes no effort to hide. She glances over her shoulder to look at her apartment, turns back to the bar, then takes a slow step over the threshold. Brushing red hair aside, she touches a thick black cuff on her left ear.

"Fringe, this is Dunham," she says, low.

No response. Olivia looks up, tapping the cuff a little harder. "Fringe, come in."

Nothing.

"Shit," she mutters, and immediately drops her hand to a small aerosol can at her belt. At least she's already dressed, wearing her usual form-fitting leather clothes that reveal a slash of red fabric at her chest, and not, say, walking around the apartment in her underwear. Even better than a breach right outside her door? Would be facing that breach in nothing but a bra.



[ooc: mun is still pretty wiped from the election last night, so slowtimes may occur without warning. post is open until I say it's not!]

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[nerves_of_ice]

"I guess. I know a little something about why someone might point a gun at another person, when it comes down to it."

He absently touches the spot on his shoulder where his rifle strap would rest, although the weapon's nowhere in sight.

Another beat.

"But here you are. She didn't hurt you. What did she want?"

[flip_the_lights]

"She wanted me to take her to Peter Bishop," says Olivia. Idly, she taps her fingernails against the side of her mug. "And I thought...you know what? No."

Peter Bishop doesn't belong to the other Olivia. The thought hits her so strongly, with such vehemence, that for the briefest of seconds, it catches her off guard.

[nerves_of_ice]

He sees the reaction, but has no reason what's causing it.

Bishop. Peter, not Walter. A relation? The kidnapped kid, maybe? Is he the key? Lock it down, Barnes, focus on the problem at hand--

"She wanted your help?" he says instead, quietly. "She came to you, to her other self, for help?"

A single beat.

"If you can't help her, let me."

[flip_the_lights]

"Too late for that."

Olivia sounds...almost amiable.

"Like I said, she's gone. She found Peter and dragged him back over."

[nerves_of_ice]

He sits back in his chair and eyes her.

"You don't sound too upset about that."

[flip_the_lights]

Why isn't she more upset about that? It was a huge failure on Fringe's part. On her watch. And she's annoyed, sure, and frustrated that the other team got away, but...

She shrugs, doing her best to banish the thought.

"If Secretary Bishop wants his son back," she says, "I'm sure he'll find a way. And we'll all be ready to take the orders when he does."

[nerves_of_ice]

Bucky stares at her.

"...if?"

[flip_the_lights]

"Kind of a rhetorical 'if' there, Jim."

She cocks an eyebrow.

[nerves_of_ice]

His sharp smile has no humor in it.

"That's what I'm worried about."

Beat.

"You're going after them, aren't you. Is that why you're here?"

[flip_the_lights]

"...No," she says, letting out a small laugh. "I'm here because my apartment door decided to turn into a major anomaly before I'd even had breakfast."

[nerves_of_ice]

"You get used to that," he says, a little wryly. "Looks like you're settling in okay."

Two Olivias. It's hard to wrap his head around it, but given the kinds of things he's heard from X and Nori, it's sure not out of the realm of the possible here. It's not even one of the weirder things.

His worry for the Olivia he knows hasn't decreased one whit - but she's an agent, she's got her team backing her (if this one's not lying to throw him off the track - would she, though? How similar are they?), and it's not like there's much he can do from here, anyway --

-- and given what's coming back where he and Steve are from, he can't risk the squad by going AWOL to another world, no matter how much he might want to at the moment.

"Want to get that breakfast to go with your tea, there?"

[flip_the_lights]

She studies him for another beat.

Then, with a grin: "Depends. You offering?"

[nerves_of_ice]

He smiles back.

"Sure am."

[flip_the_lights]

And really, how can she turn down a free meal from a cute guy like this?

(Especially if he's close to her twin. Keep it casual enough, and maybe she can get a little more intel out of him before they go their separate ways.)

"I can't say no to that." She laughs, just a little -- just the right amount. "Thank you."