A/N: Thanks to those who follow and review. I really wanna know how to make the story better, so I'm open to any opinions or ideas in the reviews. I added a small part in Captain America's perspective. If you like it, I'll include more next time.

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Trouble

Felicity

"What is this?!" Felicity tried to pull away, but couldn't.

"Felicity Smoak?" She nodded. "You are coming with us."

"What, why?"

"We saw that someone accessed classified documents and traced it back to you."

"Who is we exactly?" she asked even though she already knew.

"How much government restricted file databases have you hacked into recently?" he asked sarcastically.

"Well," she began, catching herself before hesitantly responding, "uh, just the one?" He looked down at her and shook his head.

He pulled her into the backseat, and she barely noticed his partner. He wasn't very quiet, but she hadn't seen him. They put her in the back of a van with no windows, and after about a twenty minute car ride in silence, they reached their destination, and Felicity was unloaded out of the back of the van and dragged into an elevator into the seventh floor, where she was put into a room that was all bulletproof one-way glass. The floor and ceiling were lined with black titanium sheets, and four bright bulbs were in the ceiling.

This room was obviously built to interrogate people much more powerful than her. She sometimes had to pull on the Foundry door twice before it opened all the way.

Just then, the second man that had been in the car appeared.

"Why were you looking into those files? Are you in some sort of Revolution movement? Why were you spying on us?"

Felicity had been looking down, and when he finished, she looked up at him with a frightened look on her face and tears in her eyes. Her lip quivered as she hesitantly answered the questions.

She said, "I don't know. No. And I wasn't spying on you guys."

"Then why the hell were you looking at classified information? For fun?"

"For a date."

"What?"

"I have a date with a guy named Steve Rogers, and I didn't find anything in his record, like not even a birthday, so I dug a little further and found S.H.I.E.L.D. That was it though, I swear that I am not a terrorist or anything." She choked out the last part.

He stared at her with a stern and straight face. His brows were furrowed together, but as he realized the innocence that Felicity demonstrated, his gaze softened. "A date, huh?"

Her eyes shot up at him, realizing that he believed her. She looked utterly surprised. "Yea," she proceeded, "we met at the mall, and he was really nice, so I gave him my number. My friend, Oliver, didn't want him to be some psychopath, so I searched him up."

He looked at her, slightly amused, although he tried to hide it.

"I'm Agent Coulson." He extended his hand, while he looked at her with a hint of a smile on his lips.

"Nice to meet you," Felicity said. Just then, the other man she had met walked in and shot Coulson a look before Coulson looked down.

Felicity was then questioned a bit more, before they realized that she was not a threat.

"If we ever find you digging in S.H.I.E.L.D files again, you will be arrested, and we won't go easy on you." The (bad cop) agent concluded before leaving the room. She saw Coulson approaching her in the corner of her eye. When he reached her, he removed the handcuffs from her wrists.

"C'mon, follow me," he led the way to the elevator and stopped at the door. "Don't worry, I won't tell Steve. He deserves a nice girl. He's a really good guy." He concluded and then went off back in the other direction.

Felicity caught a cab. She hadn't had time to grab her bag, so she didn't have her cell. Oliver had probably called her about a hundred times. It was already about nine, so Felicity had the cab drop her off at a coffee shop by her apartment. When she had finished eating, she walked the five blocks to her apartment, and by then, it was already eleven-thirty. As she made her way up the stairs, she realized how tired she was. She had found out that she was dating Captain America, and then she got arrested, and she hadn't even slept in between all of those events.

When she reached her door, she sighed with relief, and progressed into her home. The plain white door opened up to a bunch of colors everywhere. Her walls were a bright aqua blue, all around. She had a carpet that was almost white. The accent pieces were a lime green that made the room extra bright. The big windows in the back let in a lot of light, all the way to the loveseat in the center, over the tan and blue rug. She had a big TV covering the side wall, in the direction that the loveseat was pointed at. Off to the side, there were two chairs, and in between was a side table. It held a lamp that was hardly ever even used. Tying the room together was a coffee table on the center of the rug. Magazines and books were laid all over the table. The room was very big, but it was the coziest room she had ever had.

She went over to her room, which was painted red and yellow. Her walls were covered with paintings, posters, and pictures, so the colors were barely noticeable. She had a king sized bed in the middle of the room on the back wall, and on both sides she had bookshelves lining the walls. Her bookshelves mainly consisted of movies. Felicity loved her movies.

As she moved towards her bed, she kicked all the clothes on the floor aside. Just as she was about to lie down, she saw a shadow out of the corner of her eye. The room was dark, so she wasn't sure if she was right, but when she heard a footstep, she froze, jumped, turned around and flung her arms around wildly in about five seconds. She was about to scream when a hand covered her mouth, and she sensed a familiar scent.

"What the hell are you doing?! You half scared me to death! What is your problem, I could have killed you!" And that last part was what finally made him talk, or laugh actually.

"Felicity, you couldn't kill a fly." She looked up at his face and saw the relief and amusement that was all over his face. "I called you and you didn't pick up, so I came by to check on you, and it looked like you hadn't slept here, so I decided to wait and see if you showed up. I was about half an hour away from going off looking for you." The sincerity in his tone shocked her. He really did care about her. A lot. He stayed here all night to make sure she wasn't dead.

"I got arrested." She blurted out.

"What?"

"Yup."

"Why?" He looked at her with a guilty expression.

"It wasn't because of you Oliver, it was because I killed a fly." He relaxed a bit at her joke and he chuckled a little. "It's because I looked up my superhero date on a government restricted database. They thought I could be a terrorist, so they decided to track me down and lock me up."

All Oliver did was laugh.

"Why are you laughing?"

"I just imagined you as a terrorist." He looked at her apologetically, even though he was still laughing.

"Aren't you just hilarious?!"

"I was kidding. Alright, so since you are still alive, I guess that I will just leave you and your bed alone. You don't want to fall asleep on your date." Even though he smiled at her when he said that, it was a forced smile. She could see his big muscles tense under his pale green button-down. He quickly started for the door before Felicity could agree or object.

"Oliver?" She whispered. He looked at her immediately, with hopeful eyes.

"Yea?"

"Thank you." She said while looking him in the eyes. She gave him a gentle smile, and he smiled back a real smile this time before he gave her a quick nod, while turning around and leaving.

Felicity fell on top of her bed and looked up at the ceiling. It is so hard to get over him, when he is so perfect. Why can't he just be a huge jerk so I can move on? Her mind wandered around the subject, while her eyes slightly closed until she was out cold.

Oliver

As he made his way down the stairs, he couldn't chase away the idea of Felicity on a date with a superhero. What if she really liked this guy, and they got serious, and then married, and then they made adorable superhuman babies together. He couldn't lose her, not when he wasn't sure why he was so scared of the idea of her loving someone else. Why did he feel this way? He should be happy that she forgave him, and that she was moving on so fast. That was what he wanted for her. He wanted Felicity to be happy, and be safe.

What better way to be safe, then with a superhero, right?

But deep inside it did bother him.

He couldn't think like that though, no now. He had already hurt her, and he had chosen Laurel.

As he got on his motorcycle, he raced down the street, all the way to Verdant. He was speeding the whole way through, but it was good, it helped him outrun his thoughts. He was being selfish and awful, because the love of his life was already with him. She loved him, and he did to. That was the way it had to be.

Felicity

When she woke up, she realized that it was already four in the afternoon, and her date with Steve was in a couple of hours. As she made her way to her closet, she wondered what she was going to tell Steve, or if she was going to tell him anything at all. Maybe she could get him to tell her about his secret identity. She could just bring up what happened in New York, and he might spill everything on his own.

She picked out a cute blue dress. It was a little tight, but it showed off her curves perfectly. After she pulled out some tall black heels, she made her way to the bathroom to take a shower.

After getting her make up done, she decided to go with her hair up, and to wear her contacts. It wasn't until she was slipping into her dress that she realized how nervous she was. She wanted for everything to work out with Steve, because she needed to get over Oliver. She needed to fall for someone else.

As she opened the door, all of that didn't seem to matter anymore. There stood a sexy looking Steve with flowers in his hand. He was wearing a black shirt, which really showed off his muscles, with a red tie.

"Hi." He said as he looked at her dress and smiled. Steve handed her the roses and she took them.

"Thank you, no one has ever gotten me roses on a first date before. "

"Well that's good right, it means that I've got no one to worry about." With the little smirk he gave her, she felt her heart beat at eight hundred beats per minute. "Should we get going?" He asked.

She just nodded as he offered his arm for her to loop hers through. He was such a gentleman.

As they made their way to the restaurant, he asked her about her day, and she told him about it. He listened to her and laughed when she made a dumb nerdy joke. He asked her more about her job and didn't get tired listening to her go off about the annoying server that kept crashing, even though he probably didn't know what she was talking about. Everything felt so easy with him, it felt like they had known each other for years.

They continued talking and joking as they made their way into the restaurant. Felicity tried bringing up the subject, but after a couple of tries, she gave up. She honestly didn't care if he told her or not. All she cared about was this. Sitting at a nice restaurant with an amazing guy and a bottle of wine. Her and Steve, and what could result of them. This was exactly what she wanted.

"Would you want to go to a ball with me this weekend? I know that it is kind of short notice, but I don't have a date yet." She looked down at the wine glass in her hand until she realized that he wasn't answering. Her eyes shot up to meet his, and he had the biggest smile on his face.

"Of course. It would be a pleasure to escort you to the ball."

All she could do to help from jumping up and down was to smile.

When they were heading out, he took her hand, and all she could do was smile. His big strong hand in hers made everything feel so real. They walked to the car, and when they reached her apartment, he accompanied her to her door, and she opened it. Just the thought of letting him go made her wish she never had to.

And then he had kissed her. He wrapped his arm around her waist, and pulled her body against his. His lips gently but desperately meeting hers. She gave in, and attacked his lips. She moaned, and he chuckled, but their lips never left each other because they belonged there. Felicity's hands came up to brush through his hair, and she didn't let him go. Then, she pulled him into her apartment, and he pulled back.

He looked at her as if asking her if she was sure, and she nodded. As he kicked the door closed behind them, they progressed into the bedroom. She started to pull off his coat, before his phone rang. They continued kissing, but when he checked the number, his eyes grew, and he pulled back.

"I have to go Felicity. I'm sorry." He looked at with pleading eyes, before leaning down and giving her one more kiss. He opened the door and looked at her once more before turning back and shutting the door. Then, she was all alone. Why had he left like that? He looked at the phone as if he had seen a ghost, and then he took off. Just like that.

Although she was upset, she realized what had just happened. They had kissed, and he didn't regret it afterwards like Oliver had. It had felt better than her kiss with Oliver, and that made her smile.

But then she realized that he wasn't here anymore. He had left her to go be a superhero, and she wondered if this was going to work. She questioned if going out with a superhero was worth it.

Steve

Why had he left her? That was the only thing that he had felt so right about in a long time, and he had left her. Fury better have something pretty damn important to say to him. He rarely called, so it had to be. So he answered.

"Hello."

"How are you, Mr. Rogers?"

"Do you want the truth, or the easier answer for you?"

"I just wanted to inform you that I require your assistance in New York this weekend."

"Inform? Do I get a say in this?"

"It is urgent, I can't imagine you having something better to do."

"Actually yes sir, I do. I have a date to a ball."

"Well I'm sorry Rogers, but you have to be here."

"This is really important to her though." He usually tried to keep his personal and his professional lifes as far away as he possibly could, but he wouldn't let Felicity down again.

"Oh, it's about a girl. When is this ball exactly?"

"Friday. It's Friday at seven o'clock." He frowned at the thought of not making it there with Felicity.

"Alright. If you are here by eight in the morning Saturday, then that is fine."

"Yes! Thank you so much director. I'll be there. I give you my word." He shot his fist up in the air a little, before realizing how excited he was for this ball. He hung up the phone, and got in his car, driving off to the S.H.I.E.L.D. building.