"This is, without a doubt, the stupidest plan you've ever had. Of course I'm in."
"Really?" Oliver whispered as he crouched next to Felicity, hiding behind a group of bushes. The air was thick with tension as the pair listened for any sound of movement from their enemy. They were running out of time, this was their last chance.
"Yes, Oliver," Felicity whispered in reply.
"Are you sure? Maybe we should—"
"If you're not leaving, I'm not leaving," Felicity stated seriously, her eyes not leaving Oliver's.
"So, we're doing this?"
"Oliver, I already said yes. Even if this plan could be ranked up with joining the League and teaming up with Merlyn in terms of how bad it is. It's Thea. But let's go kick some ass," Felicity said, trying to look up from their hiding place.
"Okay, on my count, I'll distract them, while you make a run for it."
"Right," Felicity nodded in agreement.
Oliver leaned over to look out, he could see two figures, guarding the prisoner. Felicity was right, it was Thea. They were talking, distracted, now was the perfect time to attack.
"Felicity," Oliver started. "If anything happens, just remember: I love -"
Felicity cut Oliver off by covering his mouth with her hand.
"Oliver," Felicity whispered. "We are not doing this. No last goodbyes. This plan will work, it may not be our best plan ever. But we will be fine. We're going to make it. It's going to work. I'll see you as soon as this is over. You can tell me then."
Oliver nodded and Felicity removed her hand from his mouth.
"Okay, on my count: 3, 2, 1. GO!" Oliver yelled and with that, he jumped to his feet, firing his weapon at the pair of guards.
He hit the first guard quickly, the man fell to the ground, unmoving. The second, however, dove for cover before returning fire. Oliver began running towards him, still firing.
With the remaining guard occupied, Felicity jumped up from the hiding place. She ran as fast as she could towards Thea.
"Let's go," Felicity yelled, reaching out her hand.
Thea grabbed her hand as they turned and ran for safety.
"Go," Oliver called to them. "I'll hold them off."
Felicity and Thea continued to run, pushing themselves to their limits. Felicity spared a glance over her shoulder, just in time to see Oliver take another shot, he missed the remaining guard, by mere inches. She gasped in horror as the guard fired his weapon, hitting Oliver in the side.
"Go Felicity," he gasped as he fell to the ground.
Felicity stumbled as she tried to turn to go back.
Thea held Felicity's hand tightly, not letting her go back. "We have to keep going Felicity," she urged, pulling her hand. "For Oliver."
Felicity nodded, she pushed on as they bust out of the trees, into a clearing.
They continued to run until the reached the team's van. It remained in the same place that she and Oliver had left it parked. Felicity wrenched the door open, she jumped into the drivers seat, not bothering with her seat belt as she slammed the vehicle into gear, speeding in the direction of the lair.
"Do you think they're following us?" Thea asked, glancing back over her shoulder.
"Not if I can help it," Felicity muttered as she pulled onto a side street.
After a few minutes of random turns and doubling back to avoid any followers, Felicity pulled to a stop outside the lair.
Felicity and Thea climbed out of the van and quickly entered the lair. Felicity stumbled to chair, exhaustion suddenly hitting her.
"Not bad at all," a familiar voice came from her left. The lights in the lair came on as Felicity looked to see the source of the voice.
Seated around the table sat, Diggle, Roy, and Oliver. It was Oliver who had spoken. Felicity stood to her feet and walked over to join them taking in their battered appearances.
"That was an interesting mission," Diggle grunted.
"Paint ball," Roy muttered, trying to wipe the yellow paint splattered across his chest.
"It's a good training method," Oliver explained.
"Why'd you have me hitting water then," Roy questioned. "This was way more fun."
"Not so much fun getting hit," Oliver muttered, rubbing his hand over his side, which was splatted with bright orange paint. "That hurt almost as much as getting shot."
"You can be the prisoner next time," Thea offered. "I just sat there, while you had all the fun."
"What the with the dramatics? 'Go Felicity,'" Roy mocked, laughing at Oliver.
"I was in character," Oliver defended as he shoved Roy, stopping his laughter.
"Well," Diggle said, standing up. "As much fun as this was, Lyla is waiting for me at home with dinner. Same time next week?"
The team agreed as they parted ways.
Only Felicity and Oliver remained in the lair. She waited, standing next to him as he continued to rub his hand over the spot he had been hit, wincing slightly.
"Is it really that sore?" Felicity questioned. She raised her hand, gently massaging the area. She could feel Oliver's body relax beneath her touch, the tension leaving his body.
"Not so bad now," he murmured, letting out a quiet groan, he closed his eyes. "But I would wouldn't mind a massage when he get home."
Felicity laughed quietly as the pair began walking towards the door.
"Okay," she agreed. "But only because your plan actually worked."
"Hey," Oliver protested. "My plans work… Sometimes."
"You keep telling yourself that," Felicity joked. She shut the lights off as the pair left the lair.
"We make a good team," Oliver whispered. He turned his head, pressing a gentle kiss to Felicity's head. "And since you wouldn't let me say it earlier. I love you."
"Yeah, we do make a good team," Felicity agreed. "And I love you, too. Even when you come up with terrible plans.
Oliver let out a laugh as they climbed into their car, and headed home.