"Intruder." Roy said.
Team Arrow had entered the lair only to find Clint lounging in Felicity's chair.
"Cool it, red; I'm a friend of Squeaky's." Clint looked behind Roy to where Felicity was walking in with Digg and Laurel. "Isn't that right darlin'?"
"This is Clint Barton." Felicity rolled her eyes. "And he's a chair thief."
"It's hardly my fault you have such excellent taste in seats." Clint sighed and leaned back. "It's like heaven for my butt and lower back."
"Not to be rude." Digg frowned. "But what are you doing down here?"
"Squeaky didn't tell you?" Clint looked at Felicity.
"I didn't think you'd show up." Felicity admitted.
"That hurts." Clint pouted. "You've hit me right here." He put his hand to his chest. "Want to feel my wound?" he wagged his eyebrows suggestively.
Digg cleared his throat.
"Sergeant John Diggle" Clint gave him a salute. "Former special forces, which I guess means you have a very special set of skills that you plan to threaten me with." Clint paused. "Anyone find it funny that the Robin Hood wannabe's best friend is a man named John? Nope, just me. Okay." He turned to Laurel. "Dinah Laurel Lance, codename: Black Canary, works in the district attorney's office and packs a serious punch both in and out of the court room." He tipped an imaginary hat. "Milady." Then he turned to Roy. "Roy Harper, Codename; Arsenal. Good ninja acrobatics and a decent aim with a bow. Which, considering the lack of a proper teacher, is impressive in and of itself…" he paused. "Wait why doesn't the Sgt get a codename and suit?"
"I don't go in for leather." Digg deadpanned.
"I get it. I'm more of a Kevlar and whatever super fiber Tony's just created kinda guy. Although…" He gave Felicity a wink. "Leather is good in certain circumstances."
Felicity leaned forward and grabbing the armrests, she turned the chair so Clint was facing her, "Out of the chair."
"As you wish," Clint got up and walked so he was standing in front of the display of arrows. "Well long story short; I'm Hawkeye and I'm here to help with your assassin problem."
"They've already have help." Everyone turned to see Malcolm Merlyn walking down the stairs.
"Really?" Clint looked at the thinly veiled looks of dislike on the team's face. "Because they don't seem to be so enthused with that…." Then he got a good look at Merlyn's face. "Aren't you supposed to be dead?"
Merlyn sneered; a look which quickly vanished when Clint grabbed Oliver's bow and shot him in the shoulder; pinning him to the wall.
"What the hell is Queen's arch nemesis doing waltzing in here like it's happy hour?"
Clint turned to team Arrow as he reloaded the bow and pointed it back at Merlyn. "Someone had better start talking."
"He's…training Oliver to fight Ra's." Felicity finally admitted. "Oliver believes that the only way to face him is to be trained by someone he trained."
"So the Demon's head can kick his ass twice as fast?" Clint looked at Merlyn in disgust. "Training under someone who Ra's trained only guarantees that he'll be able to anticipate Oliver's every move and use it against him. Add to that the fact that this man is a known psychopathic murderer…" Clint glared at Merlyn. "This is a suicide pact. Why the hell does Queen trust him?"
"He doesn't" Felicity said quickly.
"So what; does Merlyn have some kind of leverage on him?" Clint asked.
"I'm Thea Queen's father." Merlyn said.
Clint turned back to him. "Something I learned a long time ago; just because you're the sperm donor, doesn't make you a father." He turned back to the team. "He's going to lead you down the path to certain death."
"None of us like working with him." Felicity said. "In fact I've been hacking his bank accounts and donating money to rebuild the glades foundations."
"That was you!?" Merlyn growled, wrenching the arrow out of his shoulder and was about to launch himself at Felicity when Clint stepped in front of her with the bow up.
"You have exactly 10 seconds to walk out of here with all your limbs." Clint growled. "You're former league" He added in Arabic. "You know what I'm capable of."
Merlyn actually looked…afraid. Felicity looked at Clint and while she couldn't understand the Arabic words, she understood the tone. This was a completely different person than the man who flirted with her and stole her chairs.
Merlyn gave Team Arrow one last glare before leaving. Clint turned back to the team.
"I'm willing to help train and assist when the League shows up."
"Why do you care?" Roy asked.
"Because I'm an Avenger." Clint flashed him a smile, but Roy clearly wasn't buying it. Clint sighed. "Because I happen to know what it means to be on the wrong side of the League."
"And why is that exactly?" Laurel asked skeptically.
"Story time's going to have to wait." Clint smiled. "I called Tasha about 5 hours ago and by my count." He looked down at his watch. "She should be bursting in here to call me an idiot right…about…now."
The door to the lair crashed open and Natasha Romanov rushed in and, gripping Clint by the throat, slammed him against the wall.
"Clint Barton you absolute moron."
"Well, I was half right." Clint managed to gasp out. Team Arrow looked at each other.
"Should we…do something?" Roy asked quietly.
"It's best to let them work this out." Bruce Banner said as he walked in, followed by Tony Stark and Captain America.
"Which one is she?" Tony asked looking at Felicity and Laurel. "Is she the tall one or the sexy librarian?"
"The tall one," Laurel said, "is fully capable of beating your ass while the sexy librarian hacks into your company's servers and liquidates your assets."
"And we'll look stunning while doing it." Felicity added.
Tony sputtered, Steve chuckled.
"The sexy librarian." Clint coughed. "Tasha…let…me…go."
Natasha glared, but loosened her grip.
"Sorry about this." Bruce apologized to team arrow. "Natasha sometimes gets enthusiastic."
"The league already knows I'm involved." Clint said, rubbing his neck. He reached into his pocket and handed her a note and photo. Natasha took them and glared at him.
"Sometimes I wonder why I even bother to keep saving you."
"Because my shoulder rubs are legendary? Not…" He added quickly seeing Bruce's raised eyebrow. "That I've gone lower than her shoulders."
"Not to break up this very weird family reunion…" Laurel said. "But this is still our lair."
"This one's too brave for her own good." Tony tilted his head. "She's like a better looking version of you, Cap." He walked over to Felicity's computers and gave a low whistle. "Not bad; not great, but not everyone can be me. These will need to be upgraded. The costume cases are a nice touch, but they're going to need to be moved to fit the extra equipment. Also those exposed pipes might be good for the whole tortured soul image Mr. Green Queen wants, but they are definitely a health hazard."
"And you're going Martha Stewart on our lair because…" Roy asked.
"The Avengers are moving in to help you fight the league." Tony asked. "Now I'm assuming as superheroes we're going to have complete access to the bar upstairs."