"This is why I go to these things alone!"
Oliver shoved Felicity behind the next car while bullets started flying all around them. In one fluid motion he took out his bow and shot one of the attackers in the shoulder, not killing him but merely making him unable to shoot and follow them. He then proceeded to jump behind the car himself.
"Why did I have to take you again?"
He wasn't even out of breath from running through an entire parking building. Felicity didn't even try to understand that man anymore.
"Because I can identify the attacker. Also because you need me to hack into his computer."
Just because he was pretty didn't mean she couldn't bitch back at him.
Even though 'pretty' hardly covered it. That man looked like he was photoshopped. Or like he was one of those hot main characters of an adventure-game like a male Lara Croft or a younger Indiana Jones or a blond Nathan Drake.
While Felicity was still comparing him to Videogame characters in her mind, Oliver shot a last arrow in direction of their attackers and then grabbed her hand.
"We have to go."
He pulled her to her feet and started running, still not letting go of her. Felicity could feel soft leather of his gloves beneath her fingers and it didn't matter that they were running for their lives in an abandoned building. She felt safe anyways.
It didn't dawn to either of them, that letting go of each other's hand might have had advantages in situations like running up steep flights of stairs or hiding. They were still (or again if you count the two times 10 seconds Oliver needed to shoot someone and the 30 seconds Felicity needed find out at the computer didn't have the data y were looking for) holding hands when they arrived back at the hood-cave.