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Summary: Captain Cold comes to terms with the consequences of being a "legend".
Worth
Part 1
Leonard Snart rolled his eyes as the small crowd around him applauded the end of Oliver Queen's speech. Why Oliver was giving a speech to the Legends when he wasn't involved in their super failed attempt at defeating Savage was a mystery to him.
If they needed a pick-me-up, inspiring, feel-good-about-failure pep talk, it should have come from Rip; at least he had a way to spin that nonsense and not make you punch him in the face. Or, at least feel a little guilty afterwards.
Lisa placed a drink in his hand before heading over to torture-flirt-with Cisco, leaving her brother to drink alone. Mick was in a deep conversation with Ray. Those two had somehow become quite close during their journey after Mick started healing from being Chronos and Ray split with Kendra, a story there Leonard didn't know. Not that Leonard was jealous, he didn't do jealous, and even though Mick and him had reached an understanding, their partnership would never be what it was.
Kendra was off with Jax, Caitlin Snow, and Barry, the latter three laughing at something the Hawk Goddess had said. Rip was tucked into a corner, sulking, while Stein and his wife attempted to console him.
His gaze landed on their host sitting with his wife? Fiance? The timeline still confused him. Laurel and Sara were seated next to them. His gaze turned into an icy glare when Sara met his eyes, shooting him a teasing smile. It was her fault he was here.
Rip had been convinced, through tears and fists and threats of bodily harm, that the team needed a break. They had been at this for close to a year, and the distance from their families and loved ones was starting to get to most of the team.
They landed in Central City 2016, a few months after they had left. Somehow Sara had found the time to call her sister and convince Oliver Queen to throw a party for everyone.
Leonard hadn't planned on going. He needed a break from everyone, Mick, and had been looking forward to causing some trouble with his sister when low and behold, Sara had contacted her as well and invited her to the party.
So here they were. Len was sure this was Sara's way of proving that he was wrong. That the conversation they had had before that final-practically fatal- battle with Savage was worth it was her way of showing the conversation didn't even mean anything. That it was a mistake. One they should both forget.
Before he could give it anymore thought, Lisa came up to him, looking grim. "What happened?" Guilt flashed across her face at his question.
"I-" Her explanation was interrupted when the music shut off and the television in the corner of the room turned on. The group of heroes and villains silenced, each one instantly on guard.
A face appeared on the screen, the person dressed in a parka, goggles, and holding what looked like a cold gun similar to Captain Cold's infamous one.
"Liiiissssaaaaaaa…." The voice taunted. "Can you hear me? I'm reaching out to all of Star City just for you."
Someone, was it Cisco? Had started to make a comment, but was quickly hushed.
"I need to thank you properly for the gun you gave me….by taking the crown you placed on your brother's head. I know he's with you. Bring him to me, Lisa. Let's see who the real King of Crime in Central City is. Or I start killing…..everyone." The video ended with laughter, something the Trickster himself would be proud of. The tv went to static and the music came back on.
Everyone in the room remained silent, questioning and angry glances towards Lisa and Leonard.
"Well," Mick's voice carried from across the room, "this night just got a a lot more interesting.
A/N: I will be posting a related one-shot explaining the conversation between Leonard and Sara in the next few days, and part two of this after that :) thanks for reading- Cassel
