Rolling In the Deep
Felicity
As Felicity walked into the Foundry, she had a huge smile plastered on her face. By the time she reached the bottom of the stairs, Oliver was finishing his workout and heading her way. The smile slowly, but surely, diminished.
"Hey, can we talk?" He whispered to her as he made his way over to her. He stood about a foot away from her and he was looking down at her with pleading eyes and a worried expression on his face.
"Not right now, I just came to get a couple of things done really quickly. I was going to go out with a couple of friends to dinner. Maybe later?" She said with a questioning smile.
"I don't think that this will take long. Can we just talk?" He was almost pleading now. "We can't keep avoiding this conversation Felicity."
"Ok, fine." Maybe he was right. Maybe he had even changed his mind. Maybe he picked Felicity. Maybe he was willing to leave the love of his life, for his IT girl. Maybe miracles existed.
She took her usual seat at her computers, and Oliver pulled up a chair to sit facing her directly. After a good minute, Oliver finally chose his words, and broke the silence.
"I'm sorry. I know that I should not have done that. It was unfair to you and it was unfair to Laurel. I was being selfish, and I now realize how awful that was. I know that it was wro-"he started saying.
"You know what Oliver, it was really messed up. You knew how I felt about you, and you messed with me when you had my heart inside of your hand. Do you know how hard it was to hear you say that you didn't know why you did that?" she questioned, and after a brief pause, she continued, "It was really, really hard." Just as she was finishing up, she got up to leave.
Oliver's arm quickly shot up and he gently pulled her back by her hand. As he pulled her back, he stood up and closed in on her.
"You didn't let me finish Felicity. I know that what I did was wrong, but I don't regret it. What I did helped me realize that I can't let go of Laurel. I'm so sorry that I hurt you, but I didn't want to give you a bunch of false hope. I did that for you and for me. For us. For our partnership. For our friendship." She finally looked up at him through her eyelashes. The way he looked at her made her realize that what he was saying was sincere. He continued "You didn't let me finish that night either. I didn't really want to talk after that because I know how bad I hurt you, and I didn't want to say the wrong thing and hurt you even more. Can you just please forgive me and can we put this behind us?"
After looking at him for a while, Felicity finally said something. Something that took Oliver by surprise.
"Ok."
That was it.
She moved him aside to get up the stairs as Oliver stood there frozen and dumbfounded. He didn't expect for her to be convinced so fast.
She finished her work in about ten minutes as Oliver watched her. He was so taken back with her response that he had to ask her about it. When she was finishing up, he caught her arm and stared at her quizzically before asking her why.
"Why did you respond so quick and abruptly?"
"Oliver, you said it yourself. I'm not going to hold it against you forever. Even if I don't want to, I have to get over you. I'm gonna work on that. Ok?" She asked this in her most serious face ever. He had never seen her that serious. "Now if you will excuse me, I have somewhere to be."
As she was walking away, she added, "Oh, and I'm not gonna come in Friday." This was a statement and definitely not a question.
"How come?" he mumbled.
"I have another date." She spoke this with a little bit of a smirk, which he didn't see because she was already up the stairs by then.
Oliver
A date.
The realization of what she had just said struck him when she had already flown out the door.
Who was she going on a date with twice in one week? Usually her dates were a one-time thing, because she just couldn't get past something about the guy. Like the guy that talked about his cats the whole time and all of their personalities. Then there was the guy that was obsessed with finding Oliver's alter ego, or that guy that she thought was perfect because he liked computers that ended up having a computer fetish… They never got a second date with her. But this, this was serious. He had to know who this guy was, and what he was up to. He couldn't let her get hurt again.
She needed someone that cared about her more than Oliver did, not less. Someone that could protect her from bad guys, like Oliver did. She needed someone nice, smart, sane, and happy. She needed someone to love. Felicity needed someone to come home too.
He really needed to know who this guy was, to be able to protect her.
The next day, he tried to casually bring up the subject, but to no avail. He spent most of the day trying to find out his name. When he learned that there was no way that he would ever find out, he decided to do what she would end up thanking him for.
As she got up to use the restroom, he waited until he heard the door closed, and shuffled to her side of the room silently, to go unnoticed by Diggle. He knew her password and quickly scrolled down her last call.
Steven Rodgers.
He stared blankly at the phone until he heard the door begin to open.
'Well we are out of soap in the bathroom. Someone has to remind me to get some mo-" She stared confused, at Oliver "What are you doing?"
He looked over at her and he furrowed his eyebrows. "Me? What are you talking about?"
"Oliver don't even try that. You suck at lying. Remember the coffee on the laptop? Yea, no one believed that!" She looked up and scanned the room. She focused her eyes on the training area, and walked over to Dig. "What did he do? Tell me!"
As she pointed and jabbed an accusing finger at his chest, he sighed and pulled down her hand. "I don't know, I was kind of busy. I don't really babysit him." Dig said sarcastically as he shrugged.
"That's your job!" was all she yelled as she stormed back to Oliver. "Tell me. Like right now, and no bullshit."
Oliver couldn't help but wince. She could be really scary sometimes. As entertaining as he found a mad Felicity, a pissed off Felicity scared him.
She raised her eyebrow, and when she realized that he wasn't going to answer, she reached for her bag and raced for the door. He knew that it would take a lot of begging, time and wine to get her toforgive him, so he spit it all out as she was opening the door.
"Igotonyourphoneandlookedforyourdate'sname!" he blurted out. As she turned around, he covered his face with his hands as if they were a shield.
"How could you?!" she marched over and punched him in the stomach, HARD. Even though she was really small, she really packed that punch. "Why?" she questioned.
Before he said anything, he glanced over at a chuckling Dig with a dirty look. Diggle smiled and went back to his dummy punching. "I'm sorry, I just don't want you to go out with some other loser or a jerk, or a serial killer." He smiled an apologetic smile at her as he said the last part, and she couldn't help but smile back.
She was a sucker for that smile.
"Steve is a sweet guy, and there is no way he is a loser. I'm just going to assume that he isn't a serial killer either."
"You can't just assume that Felicity. Most people assume that I'm the same guy I was five years ago, but I'm a freaking vigilante!" Even though he had a point, Felicity didn't want to invade Steve's privacy by spying on him.
"No." she said as she went back to her computers, without meeting his eyes.
"If you won't, than I will." was his response.
She frowned at him, and after realizing that he wasn't going to let this go, she muttered, "If you check him out, will you drop this and leave him alone?" Oliver quickly nodded and gave he a little grin.
"Alright, Mr. Rodgers, let's find some dirt!" And as Oliver said that, Dig ran over to his side to look over his shoulder. Felicity looked away at the same time.
Oliver scrolled through his information, and found nothing. Not nothing as in nothing bad, nothing as in nothing. Not even a birthday.
"Felicity what is this?" She turned back around and looked at her computer confusion splattered all over her face.
"Hm. That's weird. The only thing that it says here, is that he works for S.H.I.E.L.D. He did tell me that he worked for the government, but I have never heard of S.H.I.E.L.D." Oliver's expression was dead serious as he watched Felicity look for the program. After a long while, she hacked into the S.H.I.E.L.D. database and again looked for Steve. She took a while, but when she finally got through, she just froze with her eyes on the screen.
Felicity
Real Name: Steve Rogers
Occupation: crimefighter, (former) freelance artist
Legal Status: Citizen of the United States with no criminal record
Identity: Secret
Place of Birth: New York City July 4th, 1923
What the hell? Was this some kind of sick joke? There was a lot of things that Felicity didn't know, but she knew for a fact that Steve was NOT a ninety-year old man!
Marital Status: Single
Known Relatives: Joseph (father, deceased), Sara (mother, deceased)
Other Aliases: Nomad, the Captain, Captain America Group Affiliation: Former member of the Invaders, former partner to Bucky, the Falcon, and Nomad, current member of the Avengers
Base of Operations: New York City
She was going out with an Avenger! Like the ones that saved New York last year. Iron Man, Hulk, Thor, and Steve.
A superhero.
Dammit, why didn't she fall for barbers, doctors, or firemen? She was trying to get over a vigilante with a superhero. A ninety year old one at that. That explained the lack of technology that she had noticed, and the old clothes that he had on. This guy fought the Nazi's in WWII. Wow.
She looked over at Oliver who was sitting next to her with his mouth wide open. His eyes met hers, and as soon as she was about to object, he started talking.
"Felicity I don't think that this is a good idea. At all. This guy fights aliens for a living. You can't do this."
She then cut him off, "Actually Oliver, I can and I will. Steve can handle aliens if they come for me. Actually, I think that he is more than capable."
Diggle then decided to intervene.
"Oliver, this guy can protect her, ok? If he cares about her, he wouldn't put her in harm's way. And its not like she is marrying the kid." His gaze then shifted over to Felicity, "Which by the way if you do, I would prefer to be seated as far away from the Hulk as possible." Felicity giggled while Dig gave her a smile and a wink, but Oliver's expression stood the same. Dead serious, and angry.
Felicity looked at him with a nervous and questioning smile, which softened his gaze a bit before he just sighed and said "Fine," under his breath.
Oliver
Felicity gave him a thankful smile and she hugged him before she even realized what she was doing. Under her touch, he tensed at first, but then he pulled her in, embracing her small warm body against hers.
She was the one that pulled away first, leaving him astounded. He loved to way that she felt against him, and the way her body snuggled up perfectly close to his. When she was no longer there, he couldn't help notice how wrong it felt to not be that close to her. His concerning thoughts were interrupted with the sound of her heels against the metal stairs as she disappeared behind the door.
He shook the thoughts from his head when he saw his bodyguard looking at him questioningly. When he realized the severity of what he was thinking, he turned around to head over to the mats. It was time to punch something.
Felicity
Why did she hug him? That was so not helping the whole getting over him thing. The thing was that it felt so amazing to have his warm breath in her ear, and his big arms wrapped around her. That was a much better embrace then the time he was holding her from falling twenty stories down in an elevator shaft. Yea, so much better. But now she was going to go home and get some rest for her date tomorrow. Her date, with a superhero. Felicity was never going to be able to say that without smiling.
As she got to her apartment, she hung up her coat and put down her keys. On the little table that she had by her door. She made her way into her bathroom, and she began pulling out her red Snoopy PJ's. It was then that she heard a knock at her door. She turned the knob, and as soon as she opened it, a man in a suit grabbed her hand and handcuffed her other hand as well.
