Chapter 2 – Amelia

The second time Oliver like his scars was years later. His 3-years-old daughter, Amelia Queen, wanted to help her daddy heal all his "booboos" by applying all her Band-Aids on his scars.

"Daddy! Daddy!" Amelia ran into the living room screaming for him.

"Yes Amy Bear." He picked her up and sat her on his lap.

"What are all those things on your chest?" Oliver froze because he knew what she was talking about. Amelia was talking about his scars. "I saw Mommy taking care of them yesterday."

Felicity wasn't exactly taking care of his scars, she was bandaging his most recent injure. After taking a deep breath he answered Amelia.

"They are scars honey." He answered with calm.

"What are scars Daddy?" Amelia asked looking at his with those big blue curious eyes. She was just like her mother, curious. If there was something she didn't understand she would keep asking questions until she finally understood it and she didn't like mysteries at all.

"They are old booboos that didn't heal properly at the time." The little wrinkles that where on her forehead disappeared after his answer and she a big 'oh' came out of her tiny pink mouth, showing that she finally understood what he was saying.

"Do they hurt?" She asked, this time more worried than curious.

"Only sometimes, but your mother helps me get better." Amelia didn't need to know that the scars didn't hurt physically, but psychologically. And she also didn't need to know how exactly Felicity helped him get over the nightmares that plagued him sometimes.

"Can I help you get better too Daddy?" She asked, and Oliver could never say no to his daughter.

After he said that she could help him feel better Amelia boated out of the living room running. Amelia was a lot like her mother, but she did have a little something of her father as well. Especially when she ran like that and her temper was totally like Oliver's. Amelia was a little daredevil. A really cute one though.

A few minutes later she came back with two boxes of Band-Aids in her hands. One of the boxes was a Disney Princess themed that she adored so much and the other was an Avengers themed that she loved even more.

"Ok Daddy let me take care of you." Amelia climbed the sofa and sat on his lap once more.

Oliver unbuttoned his shirt and through and took it off, letting Amelia stick her Band-Aids on him. She was really concentrated pealing of the paper and sticking them carefully on him afraid that she might hurt him. He wished he could take a picture of her and her concentrated face. Her forehead was all wrinkled again and her tongue was out.

After a while in silence because he didn't want to break his daughter's concentration she asked him another question.

"And what are these drawings on your chest Daddy?" Of course she was going to ask him about them, she was Felicity's daughter after all.

"Those are tattoos baby. You can go to a tattoo shop and you choose a drawing and they paint it on you." While he was explaining what were tattoos she stopped sticking Band-Aids on him and traced his tattoos with her fingers.

"How do they do them Daddy, with pencil markers?" He couldn't help the laugh that came out, but the question she just made was truly adorable.

"No, they have this special machine that helps them draw on us." He smiled.

"Can I have one Daddy?"

"When you grow up we'll talk about it again."

After this little talk Amelia went back to her activity of sticking Band-Aids on him. But after a while she got bored and decided to stick them where ever she wanted to. So two boxes and 42 Band-Aids later Oliver was a colorful mess. He had them all over his chest, shoulders, arms and face.

When Felicity walked in and saw how Oliver looked and the happy smile on her daughter's face, she totally ignored the mess all over the sofa and floor caused by the Band-Aids papers.

"What did you do to Daddy Amy Bear?" Felicity asked.

"I helped him get better, just like you do when his scars hurt." Not exactly in the same way, Oliver thought. "I did help you get better, didn't I Daddy?"

"You sure did baby." He smiled and kissed her cheek.

"Well, now that you helped Daddy get better, why doesn't he help you clean up the mess you made? It is fair right Amy Bear?"

"I think it is." Oliver said. He knew that if he disagreed something terrible was going to happen to him, and if there was one person who made him scared was his wife. "Let's clean this up Amy."

They picked all the trash and then Oliver took Amy to her room so she could play and he went to his room to take all of the Band-Aids off.

When he saw himself on the mirror he laughed out loud. He was a sight to see with all those Band-Aids on him. As he took them off he thought that if his scars could entertain his daughter and make her happy they couldn't be so bad after all.

N/A: So, this is something that came to my mind during a veeeery boring class and I wanted to share with y'all.

Oliver with pink Band-Aids covering him.

In my mind it was so cute that it should be a crime.

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