A drink.

Ava and Crawford opened the door after the quick one story flight of stairs. It was a nice two bedroom apartment with a small common space. It definitely wasn't the Ritz but a lot better than staying out in the streets all night. Ava took off her heels and walked over to the kitchen. Crawford took off his jacket and carefully looked out the window through the blinds.

"Want a drink?" asked Ava, already pouring herself a glass of scotch she found in a cabinet.

"Hell yes," replied Crawford, "I think being hunted down and almost killed by your former employer merits one...or seven."

Ava had already pulled out a second glass before he responded, knowing all too well that, if she was in his shoes, she'd need seventeen. He walked over, picked up his glass, and finished it all in one motion. Almost as if she read his mind, Ava immediately poured him another. He took this one a bit slower and walked over to the couch. She was close behind with her glass...and the bottle.

Both agents sat on the couch as the adrenaline began to wear off. Ava took a sip of scotch and allowed her body to finally relax. She had been in worse spots than this, but none of them went so south so quickly. She looked over to Crawford as he leaned his head back as he let out a sigh. Ava started to remember hearing his voice for the first time, as well as his scent that immediately came after. And while her adrenaline was almost gone, the small bit of arousal from the bike still lingered.

"So...Raven," Ava broke the silence, "finally ready to stop being an evil piece of FAC shit and join the good guys?"

"Ha!" laughed Crawford as he turned towards Ava. "You GDF idiots think you're the good guys in all this? There were plenty of times when if we weren't interrupted by you we could have made the world safer!"

Ava scoffed. "Name one time where that was the case! What about the assassination attempt on the Prime Minister of Vanuatu?"

Crawford smirked. "You mean the one whose vote stopped a international trade proposal that would have sent aid to 3 other nations? Come on Banshee, think about it. Just under a million people are suffering because his life is greater than the majority?"

Ava thought about it for a moment. Yes the GDF did protect the PM, but there were reports of rioting in a few other countries after the vote. "Well if FAC, are the good guys, then why join us?" she asked in a much more calmer tone.

"Trust me," replied Crawford as he took another sip, "FAC has lost its way and I'd rather be on the more right side of history. Plus, how could I pass up finally meeting the Banshee face to face and not through a sniper lens. Especially with your...reputation."

Ava watched as Ian's eyes wandered over her body. She didn't know what in what context he meant by reputation, but the hunger in his eyes was a slight clue. Ava couldn't shake the excitement that grew stronger and stronger between her legs. But she still had her wits about her. Finishing the only drink she had poured herself, she stood up stretching her arms out.

"Am I that boring?" asked Crawford with a hint of surprise in his voice. He took another sip and smiled when he saw embarrassment flash across Ava's face. He chuckled as that was the response he was going for. "Look Banshee, I apologize if I somehow offended you. It's just been...a long time since I've had a real conversation with someone. We're not leaving this place anytime soon and we still have plenty of decent scotch. Why not trade some war stories under a white flag?"