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Johnny/Marlow
When the city of Los Angeles has literally been turned into hell, Johnny Walker, Jr., the SHIELD agent codenamed: Patriot, had been on leave and on the ground.

Terrorists and the occasional super-villain, murder-machine, war wheel, or MODOK? Those he could handle without breaking a sweat. But he'd been willing to admit that a localized dimensional restructuring was probably a little bit out of his pay-grade.

But he'd fought what he could and--though he made very clear his thoughts on their divinity--he was glad when the Defenders had shown up.

Blah blah blah, big fight, blah blah blah "magic", blah blah blah "back to normal."

The smoking hot brunette had lost most of her top when the demons had clawed at her, so he'd been a gentleman and offered his jacket (not before checking her out a bit though), and then asked if she had plans for later.

She gave him a look that suggested she could just as soon turn him into a toad, but he'd backed off with compliments, and "hey, you were good out there," and the old Walker charm worked, and she agreed to one date, if he promised to behave.