This is fluff. Utter fluff. Inspired by a scene in a Flash episode in which a child is playing with certain action figures...

This was going to be the end of an upcoming story, but that one's taking a more angst-y turn than I expected (I'm me) and it really doesn't fit anymore. So just consider this to take place at the end of a random stop in Central City for the Waverider team. I'm sure you can figure out who the initial "he" is.

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He watches the blond woman's eyes track Snart as the ... reformed? reforming? ... crook sweeps out the door, eschewing the company of his teammates and the others with the mix of prickly pride and cool cynicism he does so well.

Her own expression is a mix of exasperation and regret and something a little more undefinable, and he wonders for a moment.

Then he leans over and whispers: "You look like a woman who enjoys yanking Leonard Snart's chain."

Her lips quirk. "It's a hobby." But her eyes brighten and she leans forward conspiratorially. "Why, what do you have for me?"

He grins. "Only the perfect way to do that. Listen ..."

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"Ladies and gentlemen, we are in the presence of an actually living legend!"

Sara's the last one back to the Waverider, grinning like the cat who ate the ... well ... a bag from the closest department store clutched in one hand. They're all ... or most, anyway ... talking about the friends and family members they've seen and spoken with during this much-needed pit stop, so no one really notices at first. Not until she makes her announcement.

"We all are. Didn't you get the memo?"

The comment is drawled in his usual sarcastic manner. He doesn't know what's about to hit him.

"Yes. But only one person on this ship has believe it or not, an actual ... action figure."

The comment draws a scattering of laughter and much attention and others trickle over to see what she's up to. She reaches into the bag and smiles slowly, meeting his eyes across the room.

She can tell exactly the moment when he realizes she's talking about him. The expression in the cool blue eyes can best be described as "utter panic," something she's never seen before and could almost feel guilty about.

Almost. He's been an utter ass these past few days, after all.

He starts to rise, but it's too late. She has no mercy.

"Captain Cold!"

The laughter is immediate and genuine and she shows the package off the best she can, keeping a firm grip on it and an eye on him. His initial rush has slowed to a stroll, and he's glaring at her.

She beams at him.

Kendra is biting back laughter. "Oh my god, it even has a parka."

"Ah, man, Snart, it doesn't even really look like you. They got the shades all wrong."

Ray is immensely disappointed. "I want an action figure!"

He's almost made it across the room now, and she watches him come, grip tight on the packaging.

The others, still laughing, disperse. She's still smirking as he leans closer and hisses, "I will steal you anything .. the Hope Diamond, the Mona Lisa... if you will just give me that 'thing' now!"

Eyes sparkling, face solemn, she clasps the package to her chest and shakes her head. "Not even for the diamond."

He's defeated and he knows it, but he can't let it go yet. "I know where you sleep ..."

"Mmmhmm, breaking and entering the room where a trained assassin sleeps? Not wise, Snart, not wise."

She's having so much fun that he'd almost hate to stop her. He makes a show of studying the piece of plastic in its protective plastic and cardboard shell.

"They really didn't get the nose right at all," he muses.

"Oh, I don't know. I think it's kind of cute." She winks at him as she heads out. "I think I'll have to get a display case."

He lets her get to the door before drawling, "You know ... I wonder if they have a Canary one in Starling City ...?"

Her footsteps slow. He smiles.

Turnabout, as ever, is fair play.