Aces and Queens: Chapter 2
Word Count: 1,801
For a woman with small legs in heels, she could sure walk fast. Oliver had to fall into a slow job to keep up with her motivated pace. Oliver nearly plowed into her when she came to a sudden halt. Felicity swiped her key card and punched in a few numbers on the keypad next to the door and it flew open. She stepped to the side and gestured for him to walk in.
"So.." he trailed off stepping past her into the dark room cautiously. "Did you bring me here to kill me?" He said with a forced laugh. Oliver wasn't even sure if he was entirely joking. She didn't give off the friendliest vibe.
Felicity followed him and switched the light on. He squinted as his eyes adjusted to the quick change. Scanning his surroundings, he noticed that the room was a large training area. Equipped with weights, sparring dummies, target practice, and basic exercise equipment.
"So what's it going to be, Pretty Boy? A couple sparring rounds or would you rather do some cardio to work on your stamina?" She smirked as she pulled the taser out of her wristbands and dropping them to the floor. From what she knew about this boy, she wouldn't put it past him to accidentally turn them on and tase himself.
Oliver's eyebrows shot up to his hairline. "My stamina is just fine, Ms. Smoak," he rebutted, narrowing his eyes at her sarcasm. He kicked his shoes off and stepped onto the blue mat, stretching his arms are rolling his neck to get his muscles to relax. Felicity stepped out of her heels and positioned herself opposite of him.
"I'll try not to break any bones, Queen." She chuckled, playfully pushing his buttons.
Oliver rolled his eyes, "You know I was raised to never put a hand on a girl." Felicity wasn't sure if this was a statement or and unfinished question but she decided to answer anyway.
"I'm not a girl, Mr. Queen. I am an A.R.G.U.S agent and I have been trained to handle myself." She narrowed her ice blue eyes into slits at his sexist comment.
Oliver threw his hands up in surrender. "I didn't mean that as a bad way. It's just how I was raised."
Felicity rolled her eyes, "well you're going to have to change your way of thinking." She spat at him through a clenched jaw. "Now come at me." She demanded. Beckoning him with one hand while the other rested gently on her hip.
He raised an eyebrow at her, "I don't want to hurt you, Smoak." Oliver crossed his arms and widened his stance in a stubborn way. Planting his feet firmly on the mat to show her that he wasn't going to attack her.
Felicity had never been known for her strong patience. Quite the opposite actually. She was one of the most impatient agents that Waller had ever trained. Wether it was an interrogation, training or on a mission. When Felicity wanted something done, it was to be taken as a priority.
She ran the few paces that distanced them and jumped. Wrapping her legs around his neck, she twisted and he fell onto the mat. Oliver had just gotten the wind knocked out of him. He attempted to roll onto his side, but Felicity was still seated on top of him. Her knees were pinning his shoulders down and her feet were planted firmly on his forearm. In the back of his mind it registered that she had a blade pressed against his jugular vein. But in the moment, the only thing he could focus on was the fact that her lips were slightly parted and her chest was rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to control her breathing.
"Don't treat me like I'm made of glass Mr. Queen because-" but before she could finish her thought, he interrupted her.
"Oliver." He stated. Felicity narrowed her eyes at the interruption.
"Excuse me?" She leaned closer to him, her breath fanning across his lips. Oliver's eyes lids fluttered closed and she smirked. Felicity was far from stupid. She knew exactly what kind of affect that she would have on him.
"Call me Oliver. Not Mr. Queen." He whispered breathlessly.
"Well. From now on, to A.R.G.U.S, you are Agent Queen. To Waller your first name means nothing." He opened his eyes and the first thing he got to see was her's staring at him.
"But, I'm not asking Waller to call me Oliver. I'm asking you, Ms. Smoak. Do you have a first name?" He was prodding at her personal life. Trying to get her to open up to him in a way.
Felicity scoffed, "I don't have one anymore. All I am is Smoak around here. My former life went up in flames and who I am now is who I became when Waller recruited me." She jumped off of him and shoved her blade back into her utility belt. Crossing her arms, she motioned for him to stand. And, silently, he followed her unspoken order.
"I think," he started; taking a few hesitant steps toward the vicious blonde, "that you have more humanity left than you are giving yourself credit for." He was directly in front of her now, reaching up slowly to touch the side of her cheek, as if she were a frightened deer caught in the headlights of a truck.
But as soon and his fingers touched her skin, she reacted. Just as she was trained to do. Felicity elbowed him in his stomach and swung her foot around. The heel of her foot caught his cheekbone and he hit the mat with a thump.
Oliver groaned and rolled onto his back, looking up to the blonde towering over him. Her hands were balled into fists and held protectively in front of her chest. Her stance was solid, as if she were waiting for him to get up and fight back. Her jaw was clenched.
"You will do as you're told, Queen. Stop trying to dig into my past. You are an agent in training and I am your superior." Felicity's stance relaxed when Oliver propped himself on his elbow and stared up at her.
"Continue with the training, Smoak. What else do you have in mind?" Felicity's mouth stayed set in a flat line as she offered him a hand.
"Okay, Pretty Boy. You're going to prove to me that you can shoot a gun." Felicity said, tossing him her Glock G43 pistol that she kept strapped in her thigh holster.
Oliver caught it with ease. Although Shado had trained him exclusively with a bow, he was no stranger to guns. Slade had taught him how to shoot, much to Shado's displeasure. He clicked the safety off and pulled the slide back, readying the gun.
"So what's my target, Agent Smoak?" He asked her; a cocky smirk plastered on his face. Felicity crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows.
"Keep the ego at bay, Queen." She warned him. She internally winced at all the times she has seen one of her agents take a bullet because of their over confidence and underestimating their opponents.
Oliver nodded, taking a note of her change in voice. Obviously he had struck a nerve, but for the time being, he elected to ignore it.
Felicity led Oliver through the large metal door in the corner of the training room. Turning, she grabbed ear defenders off of the wall and tossed a pair to him and to her surprise, he put them on without making a sound. Oliver noticed that the shooting range was small. There were only two, very long, lanes and three guns of different sizes displayed on the wall. There were a couple boxes of extra bullets next to the stack of target papers on the shelf below the remote that controlled the targets.
Felicity pointed to the target that was placed 300 yards away on the back of the wall. "That is your target, Queen. If you hit the bullseye, we can move on to something different."
Oliver stepped up to the half wall that divided the small room from the shooting range and readied his shot. He used all the techniques that Shado had taught him when he was learning to shoot a bow. Relaxing your mind, controlling your breathing and solidifying your stance. He tried to push Shado's gentle voice from his mind. Memories of her pained eyes and the moment of her death flooded his mind. He fixed his eyes on the target and ignored everything he felt as he pulled the trigger.
Felicity pursed her lips in surprise. In all honestly, she hadn't expected him to even graze the target, let alone leave a hole in the bullseye. But the second he turned to face her, she wiped the impressed look off of her face. But when he smirked, she knew he had caught a glimpse of her expression.
Felicity rolled her eyes, "okay," she said, swiping the gun from him and thrusting her shoulder into his chest, knocking him slightly off balance and taking his spot at the range. Without blinking, she fired off six bullets, making a large hole in the center of the target, "not bad for a Pretty Boy."
Oliver chuckled, "Why do you call me that?"
She shrugged and strapped the gun back into her thigh holster. "Because you're 'Oliver Queen'. You're a Pretty Boy. Before the wreck, you never would've known how to shoot a gun or how to fight. I doubt you could've even thrown a punch."
Oliver ran a hand through his hair. So she had done her research on him. His past wasn't something that he was particularly proud of.
"Well-" Oliver started to speak but was interrupted when the door to the small shooting range was thrown open, immediately silencing both of them.
"Smoak. Queen. I have a mission for you." Waller told them. Her voice devoid of any emotion as she disappeared through the door, signaling for them to follow. And so they did.
Author's Note: I'm glad I got to write this chapter so soon. I might not be updating for the next week or so because school is starting and I'm going to be figuring out how to juggle seven classes, two online classes, a job and night school in one day.
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