This is a romance story following Captain Cold and Hawkgirl's relationship development. This is a story about a guilty pleasure of mine, so please be nice!

Okay, everyone who ships Coldhawk, leave a review saying, "I SHIP IT!" Also, if this story does well, I might put Atom Canary in here. (another guilty pleasure)

We'll start at the bar in 1978.

Pairings: Leonard/Kendra, Sara/Ray, Barry/Caitlin, Oliver/Felicity, Rip/Miranda


Rip had supposedly gone out with Sara, Martin, Ray, and Carter to find something to help them against their future enemies. That left Jax, Mick, Kendra, and Leonard back on the Waverider. Of course he would leave the fireboy, immortal flying princess, and the two cunning crooks behind to guard the thing.

Typical "Captain of the Ship." Leaving the worst crew members on board. Well, excluding Kendra and Jax.

Mick: I'm bored, anyone got a bouncy ball?

Jax: No, but I think we need to do something. I mean, leaving this thing alone for an hour can't hurt, right?

Kendra: I ain't the bad girl type, but is anyone up for a drink?

Leonard: Excellent idea, Kendra.

Kendra: I got the perfect outfit. Don't you leave without me.

Mick: Finally, an excuse to blow this popsicle joint.

Jax: Well, what are we waiting for?

Leonard: Kendra. And how old are you?

Jax: Umm... 18.

Mick: You sure boy wonder should come with us?

Leonard: Let him come, he'll love it.

Kendra: I'm ready.

Leonard: *eyes widen* Let's do this.

Jax: *whisper* Has Snart ever had a crush?

Mick: *whisper* No, but I think he just got one.


So the 4 went to the bar, and started to do their own activities. Jax was playing pool, Mick was trying to score a hot bartender, and Kendra was trying to make small talk with Leonard.

Kendra: What do you think of my outfit, Cold?

Leonard: Ms. Saunders, where did you get such an outfit?

Bartender: Wow, you guys are far out.

Mick: Ah, fresh whiskey. Who wants to listen to some Captain Antonio? My mother played it. A lot.

Mick then pressed the well known bar music switch, putting on a favorite for many.

Kendra: You wanna dance Leonard?

Leonard: You go ahead. I'll watch.

So, out to the dance floor it was for Kendra, and Leonard was given a clear view of her back. Nice one there Cap. Then some moron came up, and asked her to join him for a better time. She punched the guy in the face, with a fist of pure iron.

Kendra: I've been in quite a few bar fights. I've got this.

That is, until 5 or 6 big guys surrounded her.

Kendra: Okay, now I could use a little help.

Leonard: Floor, hold onto these.

He threw the whiskey bottles on the floor, both of them breaking to pieces. Jax grabbed a pool stick, and Mick grabbed a stool he had eyed ever since they arrived.

Eventually, they all had been knocked out.

Mick: I love the 70's!

Jax: What do you guys think we should use to get out of here?

Leonard: Let's go steal a car.


I'll stop here, because everything is pretty much the same from here on out. I'll hopefully update soon, so for any Coldhawk fans out there, this is a fanfic for you! :D