So, this is an idea I've had for a while and I just wanted to get it out of my head so I could focus on other things. If you hate it or like it, tell me in the comments and if you think I should continue it.

Hong Kong

Morning

Oliver Queen opened his eyes, his last memory being of The Amazo coming down around him and Slade Wilson. So he was extremely confused when he saw he was in some room he didn't recognize. As he sat up, a voice spoke up near the doorway.

"Good, you're awake."

Oliver nearly jumped, looking over to see a man with short dark hair, Caucasian skin and blue eyes in his late thirties to early forties standing in the doorway. He was wearing a suit and had a friendly smile on his face.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you," the man apologized.

"Who the hell are you? Where am I?" Oliver demanded his mind racing as he looked for a way out.

"I'm Phil Coulson. Don't worry, you're not in danger," Colson said but Oliver didn't relax. "Here, some clothes. You should get dressed; the boss wants to meet you."

Coulson laid out some clothes for him and left. Oliver stared after him suspiciously. Coulson seemed friendly enough, but then again, Fryers hadn't seemed like a psychopath either at first. In any case, Oliver decided to play along for now. At least until he could figure out what was going on.

Oliver got dressed and walked out the room, finding Coulson waiting by the door.

"Thanks, you just won me ten bucks," Coulson said and Oliver was confused. "The other guys thought you'd make a run for it. Come on."

Coulson led Oliver out of the building they were in and onto the street. Two men in suits were waiting for them, standing guard by a red 1962 Chevrolet Corvette. Upon seeing them, one of the men grumbled before pulling out ten American dollars, handing it to Coulson as he and Oliver neared.

"Thank you," Coulson said cheerfully as he pocketed the money, opening the door to the driver's side. "Get in Oliver. We need to go."

Oliver was not surprised they knew who he was. They clearly rescued him from the wreckage of the Amazo for a reason.

"Where are we?" Oliver asked as he opened the passenger's door, getting inside.

"Hong Kong. Took you a little longer to get here, but you finally made it, huh Oliver?" Coulson said cheerfully.

Oliver didn't respond, simply looking around with an unreadable expression. If Coulson had asked him how he felt at that moment, Oliver wasn't sure he could give him an honest answer. He wasn't sure how he was feeling anyway. He was still processing everything that had happened with Slade.

Coulson drove off, and the ride was silent, Coulson was obviously giving him time to process his own thoughts. They drove for about five minutes through town before Coulson turned into a tunnel with a sign that had Chinese writing on it. Oliver had a feeling they shouldn't be here. He was about to say so when the car began turning at an angle he knew wasn't possible in this tunnel. He looked over and saw Coulson wasn't moving the steering wheel.

"Hang on tight. It's gonna be a bumpy ride," Coulson said with a smile.

Before Oliver ask what he meant, the car was suddenly began moving down fast, at a speed that Oliver found best comparable to rollercoasters. Oliver let out a scream of panic and Coulson had the gall to laugh before they stopped. Oliver got out of the car, collapsing onto his knees and vomiting. When he looked up, he stared in shock.

It looked like they were in some sort of military base. People in uniforms were walking around, working on things Oliver didn't understand. There were vehicles, cars and trucks and planes with the symbol of an eagle on the side. On the wall was that same symbol with words under it.

"Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division?" Oliver read.

"We prefer SHIELD," Coulson told him as he got of the car. "Come on, time to see the boss."

Oliver was then led down a hall into a room with a man in a desk. The man was in a chair that was turned away from them, Oliver could only see the outline of the man.

"Sir, Oliver Queen, as you requested," Coulson said and the man stood up out of the chair, giving Oliver a good look at him.

He was a black man in his early to late thirties, maybe older. He was dressed in a black trench coat, black boots, and black pants. He was bald, had one brown eye, and had an eye patch covering the other eye. Oliver got the feeling this was not a man you wanted to mess with.

"Oliver, meet Nick Fury, Director of SHIELD," Coulson introduced.

"Oliver Queen, nice to finally meet you," Fury said as he walked over to Oliver, holding out a hand.

Cautiously, Oliver took it in hand shake, eying Fury carefully.

"What do you want from me?" Oliver asked cautiously.

"Straight to the point huh? I like that about you,' Fury said as they dropped hands. "We've been keeping an eye on you since you shipwrecked on Lian Yu. Your work with Fryers was impressive."

"I barely even did anything," Oliver protested.

"Maybe, but that can't be said about the Freighter, can it?" Fury said and Oliver started.

"Wait, you saw that?" Oliver exclaimed and Fury nodded.

"We were sending on extraction team to get you all out of there, but you beat us to it. I'm sorry about Sara Lance," Fury said and Oliver fought the wave of grief that hit him.

"What do you want from me?" Oliver almost growled.

"We want your help Oliver," Coulson said, to Oliver's surprise.

"Ferris Air flight 637," Fury said and Oliver stiffened. "It's the flight Edward Fryers was planning on blowing out of the sky."

"I know, what about it?" Oliver demanded.

"Fryers was hired by a rogue government official who has since been disavowed," Coulson said, taking Oliver back.

"She wanted Fryers to kill someone on that plane, and she was willing to kill everyone on it to do so," Fury said.

"Who would this crazy government official want to kill so bad she'd want to kill an entire plane full of people?" Oliver asked in shock.

In response, Fury pressed a button and Oliver nearly jumped as a holographic screen appeared in front of him, showing an Asian woman in her late twenties or early thirties with white hair.

"This woman, Chien Na Wei, also known as China White. She's the top paid assassin of the Chinese Triad. She's here, in Hong Kong. We'd like you to help us find out why and help stop her," Coulson said.

"Why me?" Oliver asked suspiciously.

"Your particular skill set could be an asset to stop her. In exchange, once we catch her, we'll take you anywhere you want to go," Fury said and Oliver perked up.

"Anywhere?" Oliver asked, thinking longingly of Starling City as Fury nodded.

"Even back home to Starling City. What do you Oliver?" Fury asked and Oliver was silent for a moment.

"What do you need me to do?" Oliver asked.