Barry Allen was walking to his car that was a few blocks away in a parking garage. He just had a date with Felicity Smoak, who he knew from high school. Felicity was gorgeous, and he was glad he had the chance to see her after they both went separate ways to college. He was never friends with Felicity during school, but that doesn't mean that he didn't want to be. Barry arrived at his car and was fishing for his keys in his pocket.
All of a sudden, Barry got a migraine. He had been getting them a lot since his accident. He leaned against his car and closed his eyes for a few seconds.
Barry woke up with a start, realizing that something was off. Where was he? The walls were white, the room was spotless, and he had an IV inserted in his arm. He was in the hospital. After a few minutes of getting rid of his grogginess, he was suddenly aware that he didn't feel like himself. He had all this... energy. He felt that he could run miles and miles to no end. He felt powerful. A nurse came in with a clipboard and jumped when she saw him awake.
"Mr. Allen?" The nurse said.
"Umm... hello." Barry awkwardly replied.
"We - the doctors and nurses I mean - we weren't expecting you to wake up anytime soon, sir." She said, obviously still shocked.
"What do you mean wake up?" Came Barry's reply.
"Mr. Allen, you have been in a coma for the past five weeks. Your boss brought you in after he found you in a lab. It seemed that you had been struck with a lighting bolt and took a pretty good knock to the head."
Barry then remembered everything. The particle accelerator. The red lightning bolt. The huge explosion that pushed him back with so much force that he must have been knocked out.
Barry opened his eyes after the flashback. It still remained a mystery to him how he got his powers from the explosion. But having flashbacks always made Barry feel tired, so he quickly got in his car and drove to his hotel. Not even bothering to change out of his clothes, he immediately got into bed and fell asleep.
Felicity woke up in a dim room sitting in a metal chair with her eyes feeling dry from her contact lenses being in too long. Felicity took in her surroundings and saw that she was in some part of a warehouse or something. Then she remembered Slade. She must have been kidnapped. Felicity's mind went into overdrive, remembering her date with Barry, her living room lights being on, reaching for the vase, her cell phone. She couldn't remember if she had the chance to call Oliver on speed dial, but she did know that Slade had easily taken her. With Slade's strength and careful planning on his side, it was as if Felicity didn't even put up a fight. But she tried her best.
Felicity stood in her living room, her feet glued to the ground. Slade Wilson, Oliver's arch nemesis, was just casually sitting on her couch as if he had been there countless times before. Maybe he had. Slade was highly trained in, well, anything. He could have easily snuck into her apartment, possibly even while she was at home.
Finally fully processing what was going on, Felicity charged for Slade, slamming the vase directly on his head, but then watched her only weapon shatter into pieces, having done nothing to help her defeat her intruder.
Slade blinked a few times, the vase didn't affect him at all. He had the slightest smirk on his face, finding it adorable that such a smart girl like her would think that a small vase could hurt someone like him.
Slade calmly stood up, and then, just stood there.
Felicity then smelled something strange and started to feel faint as she watched Slade put on a mask that would probably help him be unaffected by the strange smell. Before she knew it, Felicity was out.
The door across from her slowly opened, and even though she wasn't tied to the chair, Felicity was too afraid to stand and possibly fight whoever was coming in. The door opened all the way, and Felicity saw that the visitor was Slade.
Slade grabbed a chair that was next to the door and sat a few feet across from her.
Though Felicity had many questions swarming in her head, she thought that giving Slade the silent treatment was best in this situation.
"So, Felicity, do you have anything to say?" Slade asked.
Felicity stayed silent.
"Really? You have nothing to say? I would expect you of all people to start talking the minute that I came into this room." Slade responded to her silence.
"Why me?" Felicity broke her vow to stay silent.
"Ah. She speaks. Well I figured that if I can take away one of Oliver's most valuable assets, he would be too distracted searching for you, that it would distract him from seeing my next plan." Slade revealed.
Felicity didn't know which one of her questions she wanted to ask next.
"How long have I been here for?" Felicity asked.
"It's only the morning after that little date that you had last night. He seemed like a very nice gentleman, though. Don't you think?" Slade said back.
"As far as I know, no one has even realized that you've gone missing yet." Slade continued.
"Well," Felicity began, "When they do realize, you are in for one hell of a ride, Mr. Wilson."
"Please, call me Slade." The man responded.
"Besides, the only ones that have the capability of looking for you are Oliver and the rest of his posse. It's not as if there's anyone else who will have any idea of your whereabouts." Slade continued.
Felicity knew that he was right; Oliver and the team were her only chance of being rescued. But Slade and Felicity were both wrong. There was someone else that would save her, but neither knew about him yet. Not even the rest of team Arrow knew him. And this new hero was much closer to Felicity than she ever would have thought. The people of Central City called him The Flash, and once he heard about Felicity missing, he would be on his way to find her, and accidentally team up with new people that were on the same mission as him.
