Clint set up his equipment. He'd used JARVIS to hack into the city's mainframe. His plan was to use him to monitor any strange activity which could be linked to the vigilante. He was waiting for an opportunity to infiltrate the vigilante's computer setup. Clint knew who the Arrow was, but he wasn't 100% sure of his base of operation.
"Agent Barton." JARVIS said "I am experiencing difficulty locating the source of the Vigilante's computer system."
"Queen was stranded playing Gilligan for 5 years." Clint grumbled. "There's no way he's this good with tech."
"Mr. Stark suggested that he may have some help." JARVIS.
"The mystery hacker." Clint rolled his eyes. "Keep trying."
It was quiet for a few minutes as JARVIS continued his work. Clint glared at the scrolling code on his laptop. "This is really boring." He said as he leaned back on his chair so it was balanced on two legs.
"Agent Barton I believe I have caught the computer technician's attention. My protocols are being- "
"Who are you?" an electronically modified voice demanded. Clint fell and broke the chair.
"Who are you?" he retorted as he picked himself off the floor.
"I asked first. You're trying to get into my systems. Why?"
"I was trying to find the Arrow, Oh Scary Voice." Clint said as he looked down at the broken chair. "Is he there?"
"He's not. And I am NOT his secretary so I won't be taking a message."
"I just want to set up a meeting with him." Clint said.
"Not going to happen. The next time you come anywhere near my systems, I'll do a lot worse than this."
"Worse than wha – SHIT" Clint ducked as the laptop exploded
"What the hell?" he growled.
It appears the Arrow's partner has created a virus which can cause any technology it is sent to, to explode." JARVIS explained from Clint's tablet.
"JARVIS! You're alive."
"I am an artificial intelligence. I do not live; therefore I cannot die."
"Thanks Data, please tell me you found his lair."
"I back traced the signal of the virus to a night club called Verdant."
Clint sat back on the floor. "You've got to be kidding me. His lair is underneath his club which is literally called green? For someone who seems to be so fixated on keeping his identity a secret, he's practically begging for someone to discover it." He grabbed the tablet and began making his way to the club. "Oh and JARVIS? It may be best if Tony didn't find out about this exploding virus just yet."
"Agreed."
Felicity glared at the screen in front of her. Because of that stupid hacker she was going to have to waste a perfectly good Saturday in the lair adding extra security.
"I don't like people messing with my stuff." She grumbled "How did you get in here?" she was concentrating so hard, she didn't notice the intruder who slipped inside the lair and began climbing the crossbeams and pipes attached to the ceiling.
"This was my damn day off. I'm not even supposed to be here. But of course Mr. Queen decides that I need to run a security sweep. I bet he had someone set up that hack just to mess with me. He's probably nice and cozy playing house with his sister and her psycho father, while I'm stuck in a basement talking to a computer."
"Maybe it would work better if you tried using your scary voice."
Felicity let out a loud squeak as she looked up to see Clint Barton swinging his legs while perched on the salmon ladder.
"You're Hawkeye." She said.
"The one and only." Clint grinned. "Often imitated. Never duplicated…except for that one time when I broke something in Tony's lab…that was an out of body experience. And you are?"
Felicity opened her mouth, but nothing came out.
Hawkeye smirked. "I guess I could make up a name for you then. How about…Squeaky?"
"How did you get in?" Felicity glared.
"JARVIS." Clint shrugged. "He's an AI. He back traced the signal you sent the virus from."
"I have some suggestions as to how you may avoid a similar situation in the future." A voice chimed in. Felicity stared at the tablet in Clint's hand. Clint swung down with the skill of an acrobat and landed in front of the desk. He handed Felicity the tablet. She took it nervously.
"Hello?"
"Hello. I am JARVIS."
"Felicity Smoak."
"Indeed. I am gratified to make the acquaintance of someone so skilled."
"Unbelievable. She introduces herself to a circuit board, but not me." Clint muttered.
"A circuit board?" Felicity hissed. "This is one…no THE most advanced piece of tech I have ever talked to."
"And you talk to a lot of tech?" Clint smirked as she flushed. "Relax Squeaky. I meant it as a compliment. JARVIS, tell her."
"Agent Barton's brand of affection is…unique." JARIVS agreed.
"Not to sound rude, but what are you doing here?" Felicity crossed her arms.
"I want to challenge Queen to a duel." Clint said. Felicity gave him a blank look. "Yeah, I've definitely been hanging around Thor too much. Look I just want to see if the Arrow's skills are as good as people claim they are. And I know he's Oliver Queen so there's no point in denying it. Call me petty, but I don't like competition."
"Not petty." Felicity frowned. "Nosy, self-centered, obnoxious."
"You're a vicious little thing aren't you?"
"I'm not a thing." Felicity glared.
"I like a woman with bite." Clint smirked as he began examining the equipment. "Romanov would like you."
"Romanov, as in Natasha Romanov; the black widow?" Felicity's eyes widened, then she shook her head. "Don't try to distract me with backhanded compliments and flirting."
"Backhanded compliments and flirting." Clint smirked. "Might as well be the title of my autobiography. Believe me, Squeaky; if I was flirting, you'd be powerless to resist." He smiled. "I'm that good."
Felicity snorted. "Yeah right."
"Not a terrible set up." Clint walked around and began inspecting the glass case where Oliver kept his suit. "A little dark and gloomy, but functional." He looked curiously at the fern. "That's different." He turned to look at Felicity. "I'm guessing this was your addition?"
Felicity turned to look at the screens. "It was stupid."
"Nothing wrong with wanted to brighten this place up." Clint looked around. "though from the looks of things you're fighting a losing battle. But these plants thrive under low light, and it works with the green theme."
There was a noise from the top of the stairs. Then Oliver entered the lair, followed by Thea. They were in the middle of a conversation.
"I need you to know this, because the league is dangerous and I can't have my secrets keeping us apart." Oliver was saying. "So here."
"You know Hawkeye?" Thea had caught sight of Clint and her eyes went wide with excitement.
"No I…What?" Oliver turned in surprise to see Clint standing in the middle of the room with his arms cross, looking smug.
"Clint Barton." Clint smiled as he held out his hand.
"How the hell did he get down here?" Oliver growled at Felicity. She held her hands up.
"Don't look at me. I just found him here."
"Be nice to Squeaky, she and I are becoming besties." Clint winked at Felicity. "I just came here to challenge the Arrow to an Archery competition. I need to see how good you are."
Thea had gotten over her shock at meeting an Avenger, because she turned to Oliver in surprise. "Wait, you're the Arrow?"
"That's what I was trying to tell you." Oliver said through gritted teeth.
"We'll leave you two alone." Felicity grabbed her bag and dragged Clint out of the lair.
"See you around, Katniss." Clint said as he left. Looking down at Felicity he smirked "If you wanted to be alone with me darlin', all you needed to do was ask."
Felicity rolled her eyes. "Not a chance." She said through gritted teeth.
"I'll be seeing you again soon, Squeaky." He winked and left. Felicity watched him go. He was attractive and she couldn't help but notice how strong he was when she'd grabbed his bicep to get him away from Oliver. Do not go there, Smoak. She told herself. He's nothing but trouble and the last thing you need is more trouble.
Clint called Natasha as soon as he went back to the hotel.
"Did you win?" She asked
"Didn't even get the chance to compete." He said. "I need you to look into any potential League of Assassins activity in and around Starling." He knew Natasha was glaring at him through the phone and he was grateful she was in New York.
"Why?" she said, finally.
"Something Queen said. It's probably nothing, but better safe than sorry." Clint muttered as he contemplated the ruined laptop. "I'll investigate on my end. Also tell Stark to send me a new laptop."
"What happened to yours?"
"I…spilled coffee on it."
"That's what I'll tell Stark." Natasha said. Clint knew she understood that whatever happened to the laptop, he wasn't comfortable sharing over the phone. "Clint if the League is in Starling…"
"No worries. I'll stay out of it. I remember Budapest." Clint frowned as he hung up. He needed more intel. Fortunately he knew just where to get it.
"JARVIS I'm going to need Felicity's address and the name of her favorite take out place."