Chapter 1
All I ask is a man who doesn't secretly dress up in a stupid costume to fight crime." Felicity glared at her wine glass. "Or kiss me and then run away making excuses." She was sitting in her apartment after her work 'date' with Ray. "I mean do I have a glowing neon sign on my head that says 'friendzone me?" She looked over at the dress Ray had bought her. "Technically Barry and I friendzoned each other, but that was never going to work out. " She sighed. "So here I am, alone, talking to a dress."
There was a knock at the door.
"Oliver, whatever it is can wait until tomorrow." She grumbled as she opened the door.
"Ms. Smoak?" the man in front of her said. "I'm sorry for disturbing you so late, but I saw your lights on and I need your help with something important. My name is Steve Rogers."
Felicity looked at him in shock.
"Is this a bad time?" he asked "I can come back tomorrow."
"You're not Oliver." She said
He looked at her amused. "No I'm not."
"I'm sorry, I must be more drunk than I realized because I could swear that Captain America is standing in front of my door asking me for help." Felicity put her hand to her forehead. "And that is just not possible."
Steve smiled "I got your name from Tony Stark. He says you're one of the best at computer hacking and that you made him cry when you turned down his offer and went to work at Queen Consolidated." He held out a file folder. "I need to find someone, can I come in?"
Felicity nodded, star struck.
"His name is James Buchanan Barnes." Steve explained. "He's been kidnapped by Hydra and brainwashed into being a killing machine."
Felicity looked at the picture. "Bucky Barnes, I remember him from history class. I had such a crush on him…not that I didn't think you were cute or exceedingly attractive, because I did, but I'm a sucker for the brooding type…which probably explains my current relationship problems. I'm sorry you came for my help not to be my therapist."
Steve smiled shyly.
"I promise I'm more professional when I haven't gone through ¾ of a bottle of red wine." She flipped through the file.
"I need to see if you can find him." Steve explained
Felicity raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Why come to me?"
"Because Natasha said you worked with the Canary."
Felicity looked away in pain. "You knew Sara?" she said hoarsely.
"Natasha, Black Widow, did. She worked undercover for S.H.I.E.L.D. to infiltrate the league. Canary was one of her contacts. When Canary was released, Nat got in touch with her again. She spoke highly of you and your skills."
"Sara was a special person." Felicity murmured.
Steve shifted uncomfortably. He got up and handed her a card. "Here's my information if you find anything."
"Yes Captain, sir, Captain."
"Good night miss Smoak." He paused on the way out. "That's a lovely dress." Then he left, closing the door behind him.
The next morning she woke up with a terrible headache. Her phone was ringing loudly.
"Roy, it's Saturday I reserve the right to sleep till the crack of noon."
Roy laughed "You okay blondie?"
"I have a hangover and I had the weirdest dream last night. Captain America was there and – "
"As fascinating as I'm sure your Avengers themed sex dreams are, Digg wanted me to remind you that you have a training session at 2:30"
Felicity groaned. "Tell him I'll be there but I won't be happy about it. Expect lots of complaining."
She hung up and looked around. On her coffee table was a file folder. Bucky Barnes' haunted face looked up at her.
"So it wasn't a dream."
