Prompt - Felicity: "I don't need need a bow and arrow to put the fear of God in people"
Oliver's trying very hard not to think about what he's going to find when he finally reaches her. If he does, he'll start to panic, and he needs all his wits about him so he can defeat the people stupid enough to mess with her.
What he's certainly not expecting to see when he finally bursts into the room where she's being held, is a very triumphant looking Felicity, standing over six feet of unconscious mobster, clutching some sort of weapon in her shaking hands.
She looks to the door when she hears him enter, relaxing when her eyes settle on his familiar figure.
"Oliver." She drops what he can now see is her very broken tablet, and turns towards him, a slightly nervous, slightly relieved expression on her face.
"What happened?" He's still staring at her captor trying to figure out the logistics of the whole thing. Felicity's a very capable person, smart beyond belief, talented, resourceful… But he has to admit, he's still not quite sure how she managed to overpower a man who has roughly a hundred and fifty pounds on her and is probably trained in several forms of martial arts.
She shrugs, biting her lip as she glances back at his body.
"I threatened to send his wife some pictures I found of him enjoying a full service brothel, he tried to grab my tablet and I took the opportunity to hit him. It worked better than I thought." She pauses before grinning, her eyes twinkling with adrenaline as she says; "I don't need a bow and arrow to put the fear of God into people."
Oliver huffs out a laugh and can't help but agree. She's constantly surprising him with her brilliance, he'd be lying if he said it isn't one of the things he loves about her.
"Clearly."
"Are you mad?" She asks, some of her confidence from her victory fading slightly as she looks up at him.
"Proud, actually." She beams and he smiles at her affectionately. "Come here."
She doesn't hesitate to close the distance between them, wrapping her arms around his neck and squeaking in surprise when his hands reach for her thighs and pick her up. Her legs curl around his waist and she rolls her hips slightly, smirking cheekily at him.
"Hey now. I just rescued you, don't be mean."
He begins to carry her back the way he came, one hand firm under her thighs while the other strokes circles onto her waist.
"I rescued myself!" She objects, pouting indignantly.
He stops walking, raising the hand at her waist to tuck a loose curl behind her ear, knuckles brushing softly against her cheek.
"Yes you did."
He's never going to be okay with putting her in danger, but he knows she's not a damsel in distress anymore. She's strong and she's brave and she's the best of all of them.
He ducks his head and presses a brief kiss to her pink lips. She smiles against him, her forehead coming to rest against his as he pulls away.
"Thank you for coming for me." She whispers, her breath warm on his face, her eyes soft as they gaze into his.
"I'll always come for you." He kisses the tip of her nose before starting to walk again. "Even when you don't need it."
She chuckles and rests her head on his shoulder, letting him carry her to safety. She may be able to take care of herself, but that doesn't mean she doesn't thoroughly enjoy the benefits of letting Oliver do it for her from time to time.
"I broke my tablet though." She mumbles against his neck, sounding incredibly sad all of a sudden.
He rubs a hand down her back. "I'll buy you a new one. You should have one on you at all times, they make excellent weapons apparently." He drawls, only half kidding.
"Oh! You know what I should get? A frying pan! Like in Tangled! Those make great weapons, and they're cheaper too."
He smiles as he listens to her go off into a ramble, letting her words wash over him, soothing his frayed nerves. By the time they've reached his bike she's saying something about spinach, and as he settles her helmet over her head, he wonders how it's possible for a person to love anyone quite as much as he does her.