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"What was he even doing there? And how did you know where to find us?" I asked Diggle quietly, rumaging around in the kitchen, trying to find the first aid kit. Oliver and Hayden both had not only bruises but wounds as well caused by various bits and pieces of the shattered wooden and glass chippings.
"Shouldn't the question rather be what you were doing there, Felicity?" he raised an eyebrow, leaning against the counter. I could do without this disapproval look but I had to admit it was well deserved.
"We should get back to them before they decide to start again, and demolish the entire place," I sighed, standing up from under the sink, and starting back to the room.
Oliver and Hayden were sitting at the two ends of the room, both of them staring out the window. I closed my eyes for a second, and took a deep breath, knowing this would be a bumpy ride if it hadn't been bad enough until now. I walked up to Oliver but he didn't react to my presence. His fist was closed tight, his nails digging into his palm as usually when he had to control himself, and put on a mask.
"Take your t-shirt off," I mumbled, sitting next to him, chewing on my lower lip anxiously. God, was it freezing, or it was just the atmospehere getting to me?
"Go, play doctor with your man, I don't need your care. However, I could do with an explanation," he said in a low voice, his whole body so tensed, I imagined I could even start hitting him wooden pole, and he still wouldn't wince.
"I'm going to explain everything if you take your t-shirt off," I said again, trying to even my shaking voice. I wasn't used to this emotional overwhelm anymore. I didn't settle anywhere because nothing worked out for me, and I didn't want to get close to anyone. I should have sticked to that plan.
Oliver growled quietly as he pulled his t-shirt over his head. Fortunately, there wasn't any serious damage done. I saw a big bruise on his right shoulder, one at his left side. There might be some fractured ribs there but there was nothing I could have done about that. The only thing what I could actually do something about was the cut on his right arm. Most likely he got that from one of the shattered glasses.
"I'm gonna put some bandage to your arm... There isn't anything else what I could really do," I said quietly, taking his arm into my hand. I started clean the wound. Oliver was as tensed as I was touching a statue.
"So?" He asked irritated, pulling his arm away as I placed the bandage on the cut. I don't think he ever looked at me like this before, or didn't look at me to be exact.
"So... I stole a diamond to save a kid," I stated, walking to the other end of the room to take a look at Hayden's war wounds.
"Oh, I see... there are no need for more explanation, really, I understand it all now. You're a married master robber. I knew that all along," Oliver glared at me, not even trying to hide his annoyance.
"Don't talk to her like that," Hayden narrowed his eyes, an almost silent hiss escaping his lips as I started to clean the wound above his eyes.
"She's my partner who betrayed me so I talk to her anyway I want to," Oliver said heatedly, making my blood boil with anger as well. Betray was a little bit harsh choose of words as I wasn't the only one trying to keep the past in the past.
"And she's my wife so stop talking to her like she was a criminal," Hayden replied in a not any less rageful way. I was getting tired of them playing this whole game.
"Yes, she's your wife, and you shouldn't have let her broke into a dangerous man's house only to almost got killed!" There we go again, I groaned mentally.
"And she's happened to be in the same room as the two of you, and she can talk all by herself because she's also happened to be smarter than the two of you together," I said, surprising both of them with my harsh interrupt but what enough was enough.
"She has a point," Diggle said, a slight smirk appearing on his face.
"Thank you," I grinned at him. At least someone didn't lose their mind completely.
"Alright, then tell me if you're that smart, Felicity what the hell did you think when you broke into Hesp's house?" Oliver asked in an annoyed tone, his eyes spearing me up alive.
"I didn't only think but I knew that I was completely capable of doing that job as this wasn't the first time when I had to do something like that," I replied in a not any less irritated voice.
"Oh, so this wasn't the first time? And please, do enlighten me how many times have you done this, hm? Is this your life now IT/master robber? And when did you want to let me know about this?" Oliver threw his arms into the air, jumping up from his seat.
"One time, Oliver, only one time and I had good reasons for it! And you shouldn't pretend like this is some kind of huge deal that I didn't tell you about it, I didn't tell because no one asked! You were never interested in my past, or in my personal life only now that it turned out that I might not be the cutie who you thought I was!" I stood up as well pointing angrily at Oliver.
"Of course, blame it on me now, it's all my fault," he sighed frustrated, turning his back to me.
"I didn't say with a single word that it was your fault, don't try to turn this around on me, Oliver. I only say that you didn't care, and even you have to admit that it's true. Let alone, I'm not the only one with skeletons in my closet," I glared at his back, seeing his hands in fist again, and his shoulders going all tense. "I'm sorry if this hurts you but this is the truth... I'm sorry that you have to get to know about my past like this but this is also me, and you'll have to accept that," I said, finishing my explanation. I don't think I owe anything more to him when he's been keeping secrets from us all along, and only God knows how many more he's got.
"And I'm sorry to cut in but did you manage to get what you went for, El?" Hayden asked quietly. He was right, that was way more important than any of this crap now.
"El? You even lied about your name?" Oliver yelled at me as he turned to face me. Why is a name so damn important now?
"Okay, you want to waste all of our time, and get the full story now? Fine... My name is Elinor Felicity White. I married Hayden here when I was even younger than I am now, and together we stole an incredibly valuable mask from the man who killed his brother, and was also responsible for many other lives what went wrong. We also stole all of his money, and gave it to the people whose life he made misarable... I married Hayden because I'm clearly attracted to damaged man, it's my personal flaw, I love them like I love you... I mean not love love as in in love, I mean I know it's all the same but..."
"How about now you'd rather just tell us about what's your plan?" Diggle smiled at me, I could tell he was holding back a laugh. At least one of us was having fun.
"We're gonna handle this tomorrow," Hayden stated, stepping next to me, giving that look to Oliver to don't even think about interfering.
"I'm not gonna let Felicity run into this alone, if that's what you think, you're clearly out of your mind. She's not trained for that type of danger," Oliver growled, sending a not any less nasty look to him.
"I'm not a child, Oliver, I can make my own decisions, I don't need your permission to do anything," I said, trying to make him see I wasn't as useless as he thought I was.
"Oh, yes, because it worked out so perfectly now as well that you went all lone warrior, and started to act up to his stupid plan," he huffed, making me blush deeply. It would have been fine if he hadn't interrupted.
"She's capable of many things what clearly you have no idea about," Hayden said, obviously, trying to make Oliver realize that he knew me way more than Oliver could ever dream about. Of course, this wasn't true. Hayden knew the old me, and Oliver... well, he knew the new me. Present and past Felicity weren't all that different, except for maybe the more real live action with my old self. "Let alone, she's not gonna be alone. I'm going to be with her."
"Oh sounds great, the ex junkie is gonna be with her," Oliver laughed in this incredibly bitter way, rolling his eyes.
My eyes widened as those words past his lips. I couldn't believe what he said. I wasn't surprised he knew about Hayden's past but that comment was just way out of line. He was going too far with this.
Hayden made a move to hit him again but I put a hand on his chest, stepping between the two of them, my own hands in fists, holding back the rage what I felt running through my body.
"I think it'd be for the best if you went home, Oliver," I said in a quiet but confident voice, and it was hard not to let my instinct get the best of me, and just slap him on the face. Hayden fought hard to get clean, and it wasn't something what anyone could take away from him.
"What? " He stared at me in disbelief, anger only God knows what he must have thought but I didn't even care. He went too far with that last comment, and I don't care if he was upset, or not, I was as well.
"You heard me... Go, please," I said, turning my back to him, closing my eyes as I took a deep breath to try and calm myself down.
"Fine, if that's what you want, I leave," I heard him saying angrily before he stomped to the door, and shut it behind him.
"I'll go with him," Diggle said quietly, and I nodded. "It's gonna work out, Felicity, he'll come around."
"Sure," I sighed, not entirely certain if anything is ever gonna be the same as it was before. We both made mistakes, and now I just don't know if we can move on from this.
"Let me know that you're okay, alright?" Diggle asked softly, putting a hand on my shoulder.
"Of course," I smiled at him half heartedly. At least he still cared if I lived or died, and not only about my so called betrayal.