Barry was having a particularly hard day. Nothing seemed to be going his way. The first thing that morning he got a call from Joe asking him to come in, but when he did he got chewed out by Singh for being late. How the heck had he managed to be late? Again? He had super speed for crying out loud!
That was okay, he was used to that same speech over and over, but the thing that got him mad was when he asked for the report. He had given it to him the day before, and of course he somehow lost it which meant Barry had to redo it. He had super speed though… he could get it done fairly fast and with few mistakes.
On top of all of that during his lunch break he got yelled at for something he had nothing to do with. He wasn't involved with any of it. Singh had lost something and had gone all the way up to Barry's office to yell at him. He sat there and nodded his head as he got yelled at. When the man finally left Barry called up the one guy he thought could get his mind off of all the crap.
"Hey, Barry. What's up?" Oliver asked. He had been in the middle of his workout when he got an unexpected phone call. "I need something to do today other then get yelled at. Think we can meet up in an hour or so?" Barry asked sounding tired. Oliver grinned "Sure. I'll see you then." Barry nodded even though Oliver couldn't see it and said "See you then" and hung up. Well now at least he had something to look forward to.
An hour or so later Barry was up on the top of the building where the two usually met. Oliver brought him back to his little hideout and they began to practice. "Do you remember what I taught you last time?" Oliver asked. Barry nodded and strung his arrow on the bow and pulled it back showing Oliver he remembered. Oliver smiled with approval and watched as Barry released it at the target across the room. It hit the very top of the thing.
"Not a bad start. At least you hit the target, but I can help you work on it." Barry gave him a smile as he strung his arrow again. "Okay, what do I have to do?" Barry asked as he looked at the target. Oliver started talking him through it "Okay, look exactly where you want to aim. Don't hold your breath either… I find it's better not to do that. Jut breathe normally okay?" Barry let the air out of his lungs. He hadn't realized that he had been holding it.
Oliver grinned a bit before allowing Barry to take the shot whenever he was ready. When he released the arrow it hit a few inches below where his first one did. He did this a few more times hitting in the same general area. "What am I doing wrong?" Barry asked as he went to retrieve the 6 arrows he had shot. Oliver laughed "You just need to practice. It takes time." Barry scrunched his eyebrows at him, but said "Okay."
The first two that Barry shot landed in the white ring of the target. The next one got in the blue ring. Barry smiled at Oliver and he returned it "See I told you it just takes practice. The next arrow though hit the ground and slid. "Well… that isn't good" Barry joked as he strung his next arrow. "You will get better" Oliver said.
He leaned against the nearby wall and watched as Barry shot the arrow. It landed just above the bulls-eye. Oliver chuckled "What did I tell you? Soon you will be shooting the bulls-eye every time." Barry gave his adorable quiet laugh and said "Here is hoping."