mischievouspickles asked: "I trust you with my life, Oliver. I just don't trust you with yours." - Felicity
"Oliver, I picked up a signal from the meat locker douche on 2nd street. It was from a traffic light." Felicity startled the atmosphere. Diggle, Roy, and Oliver simultaneously grabbed their gear and started to suit up. Diggle grabbed his guns and double checked the magazines were in. Oliver and Roy both going for their quivers and bow. The only parting action Felicity got was a quick hand on the shoulder from Dig, and with that the foundry was silent.
"Alright. I should probably instal a robot or A.I. so I can have someone to talk too. Not just my bottle of flavored water, no matter how interesting the conversation is."
Felicity pushed her com into her ear and turned it on, listening to the other lines. All she heard was rustling and breathing, knowing they haven't made it to the location yet. Pulling up the map and security cameras from the area, Felicity searched for any more signs of life that could be from the man. Scrolling through and zooming in, she finally caught another glimpse from him.
"Heads up, he's making his way to Barton Street. Make a sharp left at the Starbucks and through the alley ahead to cut him off."
After 10 minutes of silence, Felicity began to worry. Hoping they were cornering him or at least still on the chace.
"Damn it!" She heard Oliver through the com. Then followed by a crazy amount of gun fire.
"Oliver!" She yelped.
"It's alright, we got him." Diggle responded, out of breath.
30 minutes later, the foundry door flew open, jarring Felicity out of her thoughts. Diggle had a hand on Oliver's back, holding him up with Roy trailing behind. Felicity swiveled around and reached for Oliver's arm, pulling him down into a steel chair.
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, it's okay. Just a shot in my shoulder. I've had worse."
Rolling her eyes, she pulled out the heavy duty first-aid kit and started to grab the alcohol wipes, stitching needle and thread, and gauze.
Minutes of silence carried on while she cleaned his wound, focused intently on what her hands were doing.
"I think I'll head out now. Lyla's waiting for me." Diggle said, pulling on his jacket.
"Tell Lyla we say hi." Felicity replied. Roy patted Dig on the back and went back to sharpening his red arrows. After Diggle left, Oliver started to stare at Felicity very intently.
"What?"
"The guy we got tonight, I heard him tell his friend about the blonde with glasses helping the Arrow."
Felicity stared. Everything falling into place.
"Is that why you got shot? You lost your cool and just charged in their with all of your glory?" She was mad. Oliver sheepishly nodded, although not willing to admit it outloud.
Sighing, the anger fading away. "Why?"
"You know why. I need you to know that I won't let people hurt you. You should know that. Always trust that I will protect you."
"I trust you with my life, Oliver. I just don't trust you with yours."
No more was said between the two. Felicity finished up and packed everything away. She moved back to her computer, trying to focus on something besides the conversation she just had.
Oliver moved over to Roy and tapped him on the shoulder tilting his head towards the bo staffs. Both choosing one, they moves to the mats and began. The movement and sounds helping relax Oliver and to stop his mind from thinking more about his blonde friend. The fighting slaps and hits progressed until they were both sweating and with severe looks of concentration, began upping the aggression.
And it stopped just like every other time, not in Roy's favor.
Thump. Oliver delivered a landing blow to Roy, knocking the kid off of his feet. The sounds of slaps finally coming to an end. Felicity usually had no problem concentrating on work, she was used to the boys fighting behind her. Although sometimes the hits she hears can make her cringe, glad that she isn't on the other end of any of their fists.
"Good, good. You're doing better." Oliver offered his hand out to Roy, pulling him up when he accepted. Swiping the sweat off his brow, Oliver grabbed the water bottles from the table and relaxed on the mats.
"Thanks. At least I'm no longer slapping water." Oliver rolled his eyes at the comment, used to the boys remarks.
Felicity smiled to herself, glad that those two were getting a sense of comradery. Both of them being stubborn and slightly arrogant made for a hard couple of first weeks. Especially when there was no Diggle around to play peace maker.
"Hey blondie, wanna have a go?"
And with that, the comradery ended.
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