So, here is the final installment of the Fate of Oliver Queen series. Didn't plan on having it up this soon, but recent events made me get a head start on it.

The story will mostly be based around season have but will have some elements of season seven. I'm sure those of you who watch Daredevil will also notice some similarities to season three as well.

Star City, the day Hive fell

Afternoon

While Oliver's friends and family were dealing with his loss and listening to his message, Anatoly Knyazev was doing what no one else had the courage to do: He went back down into the hole that had been Darhk's secret city to find Oliver's body, to lay his friend to rest. Armed with only a flash light, Anatoli searched the wreckage, trying to find any sign of Oliver or Darhk. He didn't know how long he had been down here, could have been minutes, could have been hours. But he finally found Oliver.

He was lying face down as Anatoly shined his flash light on him. His bow and quiver were gone, probably destroyed in the explosion, and his suit was in tatters. There were cuts and burns on his arms, legs, and face. Anatoly approached slowly, kneeling down in front of Oliver as a sense of devastation came over him.

"Oliver," Anatoly said in a broken voice, reaching towards his friend.

Suddenly, Oliver's hand whipped up, grabbing the startled Anatoly's arm. One eye opened, staring at Anatoly dazed.

"Anatoly," Oliver breathed before his eye closed and he slumped into unconsciousness.

It took a moment longer than he would have liked to admit for Anatoly to process that Oliver was, somehow, miraculously, still alive. Then, he reached out, hauling the unconscious Oliver to his feet. He needed to get Oliver out of there.

Bratva hideout in Star City

Later in the afternoon

A captain of the Bratva turned off a news report on Ruve Darhk getting arrested before turning to Anatoly, who stood in front of a bed that had the unconscious Oliver in it.

"This man betrayed us. Yet you want us to help him?" the captain demanded.

"There were…circumstances," Anatoly explained, thinking of Slade. "And he has made good on debt he owed me. He is one of us, he is Bratva, he needs help. And I am Pakhan, so you will help me get him back to Russia."

Russia, Bratva hideout, now

Afternoon

Oliver groaned as he came to. The first thing he was aware of was that he hurt all over. He felt worse than when Billy Wintergreen and Slade had tortured him. Frankly, he'd prefer the Red Death at this moment.

The second was that there were people all around him, talking. Some in accented English, some in Russian. Oliver opened his eyes and his vision blurred before it focused. He was in a room he vaguely recognized as being in the Brava bar in Russia. What was he doing in Russia, he wondered.

He tried to stand up, managing to get to his feet. However, he swayed on his feet, would have fallen if one of the Bratva hadn't caught him. The man was saying something to him but Oliver wasn't processing it. He couldn't stand. He couldn't walk.

The Bratva put him back in bed as Anatoly entered the rom. Anatoly barked at them in Russian and everyone but Anatoly left the room, leaving them alone.

"I am glad that you are awake Oliver," Anatoly said relieved as he pulled up a chair to Oliver's bed side, sitting down.

"Wh-what happened? The last thing I remember, Darhk's city was exploding around me," Oliver said his voice scratchy from lack of use.

"That was five months ago Oliver," Anatoly said and Oliver stared at him in shock. "You have been in coma."

"Five months? I've been asleep for five months?" Oliver questioned in shock, his mind reeling. "Laurel, Thea, the others, are they-"

"They are fine," Anatoly quickly assured him. "They used the information I gave them to defeat Hive. They are all fine."

Oliver wanted to ask more, to know about Laurel, Thea, and William. But he must have passed out, because he was welcomed by the blackness.

Star City

Night

A man was in a junk yard, on the phone making a deal as armed men stood around him. Behind him was a car with an open truck, lots of guns inside. Suddenly, an arrow flew out. It hit the gun, knocking it out of his hand.

As everyone looked around in confusion, the lights in the area all shattered and someone dressed in a green suit with a green hood, with a bow and a quiver full of arrows handed n the hood of the car, shattering the windows as the trunk-and all the guns-burst into flames.

"I thought the Green Arrow was dead!" One of the man's men shouted in alarm. "Who the hell is this guy?!"

"Well whoever he is, he's a dead man!" the man shouted, pulling out a gun.

The archer fired arrow after arrow, getting the man's crew before jumping off to avoid the man's bullet. He grabbed the last crew member, throwing to the ground before firing one last arrow. The man was hit in the shoulder and cried out as he went down. He looked up at the archer as he stalked towards him.

"Who the hell are you?" he asked.

"I'm the Green Arrow," was the response before the archer punched him hard enough to knock him out.