What if Oliver didn't listen to Talia in Russia? What if he remained with Bratva, living a gangster life by day, and as a vigilante on occasional nights?
A year went by, and just as Oliver came to terms with the fact that he will spend the rest of his days in Russia, he gets contacted by Amanda Waller.
When a few years ago his mission on Lian Yu was concluded, she offered him a place at Argus, knowing that his skills could be useful all over the world. But he had a promise to keep.
But now Konstantin Kovar is dead.
Oliver Queen now had the chance to be more than just a vigilante, or a gangster. He could be part of something more.
So makes the choice, and makes a deal with Waller.
Chapter 1
It was the time of the day at which most people were asleep. Normal people would be peacefully lying in their beds. But Oliver Queen wasn't a normal person.
Though even Oliver Queen was asleep at this time on normal days, today wasn't a normal day. Or rather the night wasn't normal.
Most nights were spent at the bar, with Anatoly and his other brothers. Vodka, loud music, and girls. Those nights reminded him of the days when he was still a young billionaire playboy. The difference was that now he always had a gun and a knife with him. Because at any given moment, he could be forced to go out and beat someone up, or threaten them. Bratva business is why he stopped getting wasted.
And those nights that he wasn't at the bar, he was dressed in a green hood, and had a bow and arrows. He would get rid of low life thugs on the streets, and Bratva enemies. Everyone in Russia knew that the Hood,as they called him, worked with Bratva. This information significantly decreased the level of enemies Bratva had, after some news channel published photos of what he had done.
Tonight, he was dressed in his green hood, and had a quiver full of sharpened arrows strapped to his back. But today he had a special mission. Tonight he wouldn't beat up petty drug dealers. No, tonight he would kill the man who was responsible for providing Thea Queen with drugs.
About two months ago, he found a new supplier of cocaine in Starling City. Being the Kapitan of the Bratva, he ordered his men in Starling city to get rid of the drug dealers that were selling his sister drugs. With them dead, and not knowing it was Bratva's work, their leader decided to run away to Russia, where he originally came from.
In a few minutes, the man would show up for a meeting. The meeting was organized by himself, as the Kapitan of Bratva. But instead of Oliver Queen, the man would meet the Hood. At least that's what everyone would think.
The truth was that Hood was part of him. And it's been almost a year since he accepted the fact that the darkness was part of him. And as Anatoly said, he couldn't separate the two parts of himself. There was simply too much darkness, and not enough of Oliver Queen.
The two years with Bratva made him realize that Oliver Queen was mostly dead. He died when the Gambit sank. Now there was only darkness. And no matter what he put on, an expensive suit, or a green hood. He was still the man that survived hell, and became a weapon.
His friends called him Oliver, his enemies called him the Hood. And only a few saw what he truly was. A broken man.
He took a deep breath and aimed the arrow at Nicholas Lavrov. The man was dressed in a dark coat over an expensive suit, he looked around arrogantly, thinking that he was about to get a business deal from Bratva.
There was no doubt in Oliver's mind. He knew what he had to do. A picture of Thea popped in his mind, and the anger he felt towards this man flared. There were no cameras, and there were no sounds.
He let the arrow go.
In less than a second, the man was dead. The arrow pierced his throat, giving him a much quicker death than Oliver should have given him. Oliver watched at the blood pooled around Lavrov as he put the bow down.
Oliver may not be there with his sister, but he would still protect her to the best of his ability. If it was any other night, he would have stayed and put a couple more arrows in the man, to send a message to everyone. But tonight he had somewhere else to be.
About an hour later, he took a shower, and got to the bar owned by Bratva. Leaving his hood stored away in the wooden crate from Lian Yu, he put on a simple leather jacket, and made his way to Anatoly.
His old friend was currently sitting alone drinking Vodka.
Oliver put his hand on Anatoly's shoulder and smiled slightly when his friend turned around.
"Anatoly."
His friend smiled back at him, clearly drunk.
"Ah! Oliver! Я тебя не дождался, пришлось без тебя начать веселье!"
(I didn't wait for you, I had to start the fun without you!)
Oliver shook his head slightly as Anatoly passed him the half empty bottle of Vodka.
He took a sip, enjoying the burning feeling it left in his throat. It diminished the anger and the adrenaline he felt after killing Lavrov.
He put the bottle down.
"Я убил Лаврова."
(I killed Lavrov)
Anatoly looked confused for a second, until he remembered the name.
"Тогда чё ты не празднуешь?"
(Then why are you not celebrating?)
Oliver shrugged.
"Because I know it's not the last of my sister's Drug dealer I'll have to kill. The moment I get rid of one, two more pop up in Starling City."
Anatoly let out a heavy breath.
"Well, there's nothing to do about that. But tonight, we celebrate."
He pushed the bottle towards Oliver, stood up and left.
Oliver took a deep breath, and picked up the bottle. Anatoly was right, tonight he could do nothing more to help his sister.
He walked over to the farthest corner of the bar and dropped himself onto the couch. Slowly drinking more Vodka, until the worry he felt over his sister's bad choices in life disappeared.
Once the bottle was empty, and his head was clear of all his issues, he was about to stand up and leave. He could still get a few hours of sleep, there were no important meetings tomorrow, he could spend his day doing whatever he liked. But he stopped, when someone placed a fresh bottle of Vodka in his hand.
He didn't even bother looking up to see who it was. It was some girl. It was not the first time girls tried to get his attention, and not the first time his brothers sent him "presents". They were all simply trying to gain his favor, because they all knew who he was.
He closed his eyes.
"Мне не интересно."
(I'm not interested)
The girl didn't leave.
"Ты думаешь я шлюха."
(You think I'm a whore?)
It wasn't a question. She was right, he thought she was a whore. So he looked up.
She didn't look like the rest of the girls at the bar. She wasn't wearing a mini dress, and had light makeup which contrasted the dark eyeshadow the rest of the girls had on. She was wearing black jeans, and a dark leather jacket. Her light brown hair was put away into a high ponytail, and her green eyes reminded him of Laurel. She was definitely not a whore.
She sat down on the couch beside him, as he took the Vodka from her hand.
She turned to face him and smiled slightly.
"Sasha."
He nodded.
"И Я думаю что ты уже знаешь кто я…"
(and I think you already know who I am)
She huffed lightly.
He passed her the bottle and she took a quick sip.
Her eyes were still on him, watching his every move.
She stood out from the rest of the girls, and it made him curious. But he had drunk too much to think clearly. So he simply looked at her beautiful eyes.
"Если ты знаешь кто я, и ты не шлюха, то зачем пришла?"
(If you know who I am, and you're not a whore, then why come here?)
She smirked,with a slightly devious look in her eyes.
"Мне нравятся сломленные мужчины."
(I like broken men.)
He lifted his eyebrows.
"А кто сказал что я сломлен?"
(Whoever said I was broken?)
The look in her eyes changed completely. It was as though she was looking at him, like at a mystery. It was a mix of curiosity and the unmistakable look of lust.
"Что то в твоих глазах..."
(Something about your eyes…)
The next few moments were a blur for him. He let his mind relax and enjoy the moment. They kissed as she led him out of the bar. For once he didn't even bother thinking. As Antoly said, tonight he would celebrate.
But the moment didn't last long. Because the moment the cold air of the night hit his skin, the kiss stopped. Sasha pulled away, and he was forced to open his eyes. And what he saw made him quite unhappy. He let out a breath in exasperation, as it seemed his past would never let him go.
In front of him stood Amanda Waller with her usual smile, and a few agents around her. So Sasha was an Argus agent. Now it made sense why there was a girl who wasn't working for Bratva at the bar. Waller took a step forward, and he could already feel a headache.
"Hello Oliver. We've got some business to discuss."
I hope you guys enjoyed this.
Now...
What the hell am I doing here... back in the Arrow section..?
Oh right, here's a list of stupid things I'm doing by writing this story:
- I'm ignoring the fact that I haven't written Arrow fanfics in like a year
- I'm ignoring all my unfinished stories
- I'm ignoring the fact that I haven't written anything using normal English in almost a year(I was writing Game of Thrones, and using British and old English words, that have no place in the modern world)
So yeah, if you see some weird words in here, ignore it for the sake of this story.
But I read a story by Arrowfan2025, I watched a tv show (Nikita), and all this reminded me of the good old days when Arrow was still a cool tv show, and not a soap opera. I actually remembered the fact that I don't hate romance (rather I hate Olicity).
Nikita reminded me of Argus, and all the cool spy, secret agent, assassins. Arrow used to have it all, but then we all know what happened...
Literally Argus, Hong Kong, Waller, secret agent/assassin/ Oliver Queen, and the interrogation scenes were my favorite parts of Arrow, aside from Bratva and Russia.
So now, with new inspiration coming from Nikita, and a story about Argus that I read recently, I decided to return to the Arrow fandom.
Because it definitely makes sense... and Because it's the smart thing to do...
Now I know recently there have been many time travel fics. I guess they exist for almost every tv show that ended. And I am guilty of writing time travel fics myself (for GoT), so I'm not judging anyone. But I will not be writing Arrow Time Travel.
Even if it seems like one of the most logical things to write, considering the ending of Arrow.
Like seriously, they gave Oliver superpowers? For what reason? I personally loved arrow more than other shows because he had no superpowers. So I was angered by the finale for more than one reasons.(I suppose I'm not the only one)
Now, if you actually read this rant, then you probably agree with at least some things I said.
And if you got this far, then I suggest you watch Nikita.
A tv show about a woman trying to bring down a secret government agency. Cool fight scenes, hot actors, awesome plot, awesome villains, and an actual good happy ending for the characters.
I personally liked it even more than Arrow.