''My aunt''Tommy shrugging ,ingoring Barry's glare at his possessive address to HIS AUNT. Barry was blinded by envy. Scorching hot envy. Jealousy had slithered into his veins like a venomous snake, filling his heart with poison. She knew the woman standing in front of her had a lot godsons and goddaughters like Stiles Stilinski ,Percy Jackson ,Sabrina Spellman ,Chuck Bass , Alison DiLaurentis ,Kate Knight but Freya Nova was the woman who sang him in the evening and read him fairy-tale.

''Well?''Freya greeted cordially.

FLASHBACK

''Will you go out on a date with me?''Oliver asked after they broke the kiss.

''Is this a joke or something along the lines of that''Barry said with caution.

''No, I've been meaning to ask you for a long time, but I never got the chance to. Now I can and I am hoping you will say yes.''Oliver said.

Barry thought about it for a quick second. Opening his eyes even more that they were before just staring at Oliver. Barry started noticed all the features on him. His muscles, his eyes, hu8s hair, his clothes that he could look godd , and just him in general.

Barry thought about just for a second and had a answer.

''If that's the case thatn my answeris ,yes''Barry said with axcitement.

Oliver was happy and he was just about to ask Barry some thing whn he heard gunfire outside. Men came busting into Jitters wearing masks with hoods.

Oliver recognized the masks from Deathstroke, but they agreed not to mess with each other Oliver qondered. They quickly shot at Barry with a arrow hitting him in his shoulder. Barry tried to run but couldn't even more. Oliver went for one of the smaller thugs, but one of them hit him for behind on the head. he then fell to the floor face first. When Oliver woke up Barru was gone and he woke up to Cisco shaking him.

''Oliver where is Barry''Cisco quickly asked in such panic.

''I don't know , and I'm freaking out when he might be''Oliver said with fright. ''I do know who might have taken him though.

Oliver and team Flash had go back to S.T.A.R labs where they were looking at the security tootafe of the people who took Barry. They all started talking adter they saw Oliver get hit by the guy.

''How can you take a hit like that''Caitlin askd with confusion.

''I lived on an island for 5 years ,I think I know how to take a hit''The blond superhero answered with sarcasm.

''Barry was hit by what looks like a spped dapener in syrun form''Caitlin said.

Oliver told Cisco yo follow where they took Barry . The people went outside of Central City to an abandoned house. Oliver told Cisco and Caitlin to siut up and head out here. The three of them went to the house where Barry was being held hostage, until they heard a scream of Barry inside.

A man of Prometheu crew yelled from inside saying.''Barry will die if you don't five up your self to Prometheu, hood''

''You guys stay here''Oliver said to Caitlin and Cisco guitely. He approached the house only to see Prometheu or Adrian Chase holding aknife to Barry's throat with his goons by his side.

''Plase don't do this ,we can have a negotiation''Oliver said with questioning. He tried to stepping forward, but as soon as he did Adrian put the knife in Barry's until he heard a yell from the back saying.

''Oliver move''Cisco yelled with concern. Cisco smae running in casting beach twords all of the goons but Chase was gone. Barry nocked himself over so he didn't get breached away.

''All of them were banished to Earth-X where tehy belonged''Cisco said.

'Barry let's go home''

END FLASHBACK

''Okay let me see if I can get this straight," Freya bega.''Mr. Queen was going to asked tou for a date and that fucking Prometheu show up and blow it. You was kindapping by him and the green Arrow likes a knight in his silver armor saved you?''

Olivers eyes widened.

"You know?!"

"It's not exactly difficult to figure out, Barry. Just look at the timeline between Oliver Queen's return to the land of the living and the appearance of the vigilante. His sister wasn't that hard to figure out, nor Ms. Smoak or Mr. Diggle. But that's not important," she said, waving it off.

Barry nodded her head as Oliver smirked at her from his spot.

Freya chucnkles''I think we should talk''

Oliver groans and Barry moves off oliver to sit by him ,he grabs Oliver's hand and interlcoks their fingers. ''Don't be upset with Olie aunt''

''Oh I'm not upset at all nephew ,I just want to talk to you''Freya says.

Barry groans,'We alrealy had the sex talk aunt''

'I want you both to be careful''Freya said and looked at Oliver to show him that he has accepted his relationship with her nephew.

''Everyone out''said Freya at the same time she glared at the hood but when she turned to Barry, her features softened and said. 'My boy, you and your friends leave now I want to chat with your little boyfriend for one moment. Do not worry I will not bite him ,hard.''

Barry and everyone was not sure if tehy should leave their friends and boyfriend to the woman's nails but they knew they could not disobey the commands. And for that the hero and his friends ran out of the lab without looking back.

''I want to...''said Oliver trying to terrorize the woman standing in front of him but has no effect as the woman said. ''No offense ,but really don't care''

''Now, put our ass down and listen to me carefully because I do not like to repeat myself. I do not fear anyone and I do not care if you are a god because I will find a way to kill you, Barry has suffered many miseries in his life and when he lost his mother the things got worse. I have many adjectives over my name like : sarcastic ,bad news, cunning ,selfish ,vicious ,avaricious ,apathetic and many adjectives that make the people afraid and hate me but Barry is the only person who reminds me that I am human.''

"What makes you think you deserve him?"

"What?" He asked as politely as possible. Before Freya would repeat herself, a light, innocent laugh echoed across the room. Both of them looked in the direction it had came from, finding Barry laughing as Tommy made gestures with his hands, seemingly describing an explosion of some kind.

Still looking over, Freya asked once more, "What makes you think you deserve him?"

Oliver watched as Barry laughed, smiling at the pure sight. Barry looked up, obviously feeling eyes on him, and his eyes found Olivers. They held a silent conversation with their eyes, the younger man unknowing of the amount of love Oliver held for him.

If Oliver lost him, he couldn't imagine living.

When he first realised he was in love with Barry, it was in one of those moments. They had teamed up to fight a metahuman, and Barry had been hurt. Oliver had failed to protect him that night and he could still feel his own heart in this throat when Barry wouldn't respond.

The moment his eyes fluttered open, it was like Olivers' World became full of colour again. He had loved Laurel, Sara, and Felicity. But God, Barry was most certiantly his soulmate.

Ever since that day, Oliver had forever sworn to protect Barry in everyway possible, even if it meant losing himself.

''I don't know if I love him but all I know is he makes my sky brighter''

I know a few powerful people who will help me conceal a corpse and believe me I'll do everything for my little boy because Barry is the most precious thing I have in my life after me and my money and for that harm Barry in any way-emotional, mental, physical. And I'll cut your balls off! And they won't grow back. Believe me for this, I know of biology!" Freya pointed at Oliver, who went pale.

"Let's get this party started!"

About 45 minutes of music, champagne, cider and beer later, most of the crowd were drunk. Sara, Felicity and Caitlin were on the dancefloor of Saints and Sinners with Cisco whipping his hair around like a maniac. Ray was with Laurel, both slightly tipsy and more lighthearted than usual. The other team members were at the table playing a poker game, all screaming in celebration or defeat and clapping.

(Flarrow team is Felicity, Caitlin, Sara, Tommy ,Barry ,Oliver ,Thea, Laurel and Ray)

But Freya was sitting at the bar watched her godson with his boyfriend and his friend have a good time. She was happy for her little boy. Barry was the light in her darkness but this does not stop the nightmares.

Freya stared unseeingly at the corpse of the man who became more than her brother in arms, the man who became her brother in all but blood. Freya didn't know how long she stared at him, it could have been minutes, it could have been days, but Freya didn't care. Freya wouldn't care if the damned enemy came for her right then, at this moment she would gladly welcome their torture, if only to rid herself of the pain of losing her brother.

Unfortunately, soon enough the stench of burned flesh and shit registered in her nostrils and the sounds of the crackling fire were heard in her ears. Blinking away the sweat and tears from her eyes, Freya sniffled and furiously wiped away her tears and tore her eyes away from Richard. Clearing her dry throat, Freya slowly staggered to her feet, wincing in pain from her injuries and cursing the bastards that caused this in every language she knew of all the while. Once on her feet, Freya leaned against the wreckage of the truck and gazed at the destruction once again, unable to believe that this was once her team. Freya was still in a state of shock, but she promised them, Freya promised her boys that she would bring them all home one way or the other and by the fucking Gods she will!

Taking a deep breath, Freya gagged at the smell of burning flesh, hair and shit before deciding it was too much. Freya tore a piece of her pants off to work as a makeshift gag to protect her nose from the stench, before moving on to explore the wreckage for any survivors and supplies. In her gut, Freya knew that she was the only survivor, but she hoped and prayed with everything in her that she was wrong. Unfortunately, she was right. There were no survivors, everyone was dead and after seeing their bodies Freya to her shame was glad they were. Limbs were torn from bodies, so much so that if she didn't know her boys as well as she did she would be hard pressed to tell you whose arm or leg belonged to whom. Blood and innards littered the grounds, burning, impaled and crushed bodies, it was horrible.

It was so surreal to see the men she fought with, bled with and laughed with reduced to this. Freya knew these men, she knew their wives and children, she attended their kid's games and recital, births and weddings. Freya was there for them when they needed to vent about their families and the war. Freya trained each and every single one of these men, everything they went through they went through together.

A rumbling sound brought her out of her grief, her senses being subconsciously on alert for the enemy while she grieved. Instantly alert, Freya ducked to hide behind the burning car and buried herself with the bodies of her comrades. Freya was bloodied and pale enough to blend in with her fellows to pass as a corpse and she knew this. Hearing the rumbling stop a klick away from her position, Freya quickly played opossum and not a moment too soon it appears.

"Tuhaqiq min alnaajin!" A rough Arabic voice shouted, the voice sounded muffled, as if they wore a helmet or a bandana over their mouths. That prevented her from getting a clear reading of his voice, but she figures should this man escape she would be able to find him again if he is covering his mouth.

The sounds of metal and debris shifting filled oppressing air as her enemies tossed her teams bodies around with such disrespect. Freya had to stifle a growl as she heard the enemy laughing and spitting at her team mate's bodies. It took everything Freya had to stay still and to not shoot the motherfuckers for what they did and what they were doing. But Freya knew she couldn't, she was too injured and outnumbered. Freya resolved to bide her time, find out what her enemy's plans were and how many of them were here before she could attack. But she swore once she was ready she was going to –

''Lenny''

Multiple gun shots went out as the Iraqi soldiers fired round after round at something. As Freya continued to play opossum, the gun shots were getting closer. While the gunshots were fired, Freya strained her ears to ear if there was returning gunfire of a potential ally or another enemy.

''Lenny''

With a jolt, realizing that she wasn't back there, that she wasn't on that damned war zone any longer, Freya began to relax slightly.

''Lenny''

Len grits his teeth. He absolutely fucking hates being called 'Lenny' and he has no idea, why his sister insists on doing it.

Len takes a large gulp from his beer. ''What?''

He has absolutely no idea why he said yes when Lisa simply showed up in front of his apartment, demanding he joins her at Saints and Sinners. He didn't want to. He was comfortable all by himself, watching a detective series on Netflix in his most comfortable shirt and sweats. He had been just about to get up and make himself a chai latte. Absolutely no problem. But she had said that he couldn't spend his Saturday evening on the couch like an old man and finally, she made him get dressed before driving to their bar of choice on their motorbikes. He now regrets having given her a key to his apartment.

''Your girlfriend is there''said his sister pointing at the lonely woman at the bar.

''She is not my girlfriend''

"No, of course not," says Lisa solemnly.

'She is sitting at the bar and looks gorgeous sunshine." Micks voice rang out.

"That's is Flash's aunt your talking about Mick." Leonard resorted, earning a small giggle off Lisa.

"You know you're the only one I have eyes for Lenny." Mick flirted, and Lisa rolled her eyes as she walked to the bar.

"Guys! I'd appreciate if you leave the flirting to when you're alone''

He doesn't wait for an answer and goes straight to the bar, needing something stronger than stale beer.

"Whiskey, neat," he says to the bartender and leans against the comforting wooden bar. He does get the concept of nicknames. That is what 'Len' is for. He also gets the endearment, that is also what 'Len' is for. He nods. Decides that he is right. Len sounds nice. Everyone who does not want to give him an endearing nickname can call him Snart. Or Leonard. Or Captain Cold. He finds that he is quite fond of the name Cisco Ramon gave him. Lisa is so enamored with him anyway, she could do them both a favor and just use the name her crush made up. It would be so much better than Lenny. He grits his teeth again. He stops. Tries to relax his jaw. Lisa is right. He does do that a lot.

"Len?"

He turns back around.

She looks at Len, her eyes sparkling.

Len snorts.

Very elegant, Leonard, very elegant.

"Did you hear what I just said?" he asks.

Len thinks about it.

"Did you want to ask something?"

Freya keeps looking at him while slowly moving forward toward Len.

''What about a drink do you want to come along, Lenny?"

Now Len heard it.

Snart's got years of experience in this arena, as an up-close spectator if not a combatant himself, and so he's certain that love is nothing but an ugly fraud. He'll settle for sex. "Could I have your number?"

Freya's eyes widen. "My number?"

"Your number."

Interest flashes across her face before hardening into determination, and Snart's heart leaps too high, too damn high for this woman she's only seen three times and never before remembered.

''Try harder''She licks her top lip before she jumps her tiny ass on the bar, spins around to face Snart once again then jumps down and strolls right towards the door.

Before she leaves though, a drunk man grabs her ass causing Snart to growl for some damn reason.

Snart really didnt like seeing that fucker touch the beautiful goddess.

Before he can even make a move toward her, the woman grabs the guys hand and twists it behind his back before roughly turning him so that his side is to her front. "That wasn't very nice, asshole!" She laughs at the guy before gritting her teeth and applying more pressure to the mans now broken wrists, causing the him to bend over at the waist and cry out in pain. Freya turns to him and winks before lifting her knee into the guys face hard, then she shoves him to the floor.

The woman lets out a childish giggle as she skips out of the bar, leaving the Flarrow team stunned and Barry doubled over laughing. "Feisty isn't she? Have fun!" Barry grins then scurries off.

The next dat Barry got a phone call from Joe wanting to meet him at his house. After Freya left the house for her new job ,Barry headed in Joe's, still trying to figure out why he had been called in on his day off. He had been thinking about it ever since he had left the house and while Joe's voice had sounded casually… neutral, for some reason Barry had a bad feeling about the conversation he was about to have – Joe calling him out of blue like that basically screamed suspicious and Barry involuntarily tensed when he reached the door of West's house.

Since the door was slightly ajar, Barry didn't bother with knocking, stepping inside and finding Joe sitting behind the kitchen table and going through some papers. Hearing him come in, Joe looked up, his lips stretching in a small smile when his eyes fell on Barry. "Barry. I'm glad you could make it."

"Well, to be fair, it didn't seem like I had much of a choice."Barry said dryly, walking closer and taking a seat on the other side of the table. "What can I do for you?"

"Straight to the punch, I see." Hoe chuckled. "It's not work related, actually. I called you here because I'm worried about you, son." Joe said and Barry just blinked, and once the words had registered in his brain, he had to try really hard not to burst out laughing.

"Is that so?" He snorted. "And what exactly has you worried so much?"

"Well." Joe started, his voice growing colder. ''You live at under the same roof with Freya''

"Whichever it is, I assure you, it's none of your business." Barry raised his eyebrows.

"I had a feeling I wouldn't be able to change your mind about that." Joe shrugged. "But I figured that maybe showing you that you don't really know the woman you're live with would make you reconsider your life choices."

"And what is that supposed to mean?"Barry asked, his whole body tensing, protectiveness rushing through him as it always did whenever someone dared to say anything negative about his aunt F.

Reaching for a file lying on table, Joe tossed it in Barry's direction, gesturing at Barry to take it. Slowly, Barry reached for the file and opened it, revealing mission reports along with some photos and documents. After skimming through all of them, it had become apparent that all the reports had one thing in common – Freya was involved in all of them, either alone or with her former Alpha team.

"These are the mission reports and photo evidence from Nova's most… interesting assignments, both Alpha and CIA related. Venezuela in 2003. Cambodia in 2005. Morocco in 2006, and many, many more." Joe said, answering the question Barry was about to ask. "Had he ever told you about these?"

"No, she hadn't." Barry replied slowly, his voice steady as he held Joe's gaze. "I was under the impression this is all classified."

"Your clearance is high enough." Joe said instantly, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a smile that filled Barry with uneasiness. "Which means he easily could have told you all of that. But she never did."

"What exactly is your point?" Barry asked, getting more fed up with the conversation with every passing second.

"My point is, Barr, that you're so blinded by your… feelings that you don't see the truth right in front of you." Joe said, disdain lacing his voice. "And the truth is that there is no way Freya cares about you"

Breathing in through his nose, Barry clenched his fists tightly, and while he was trying to calm himself down enough not to murder his father on spot, Joe must have taken his silence as a sign to continue. "You're such a good person and Freya is just going to drag you down with him. It's not worth it."

"Are you implying that my aunt is anything but a good person?" Barry asked, his voice laced with a barely contained fury.

"Don't be irrational, Barry." Joe rolled his eyes as if he hadn't noticed Barry was basically shaking in rage. "Look at the reports, look at what he had done. Freya is a cold-blooded killing machine, ruthless and unbridled, and he's just-"

"Shut up." Barry gritted through his teeth, quietly, cutting Joe off. "How dare you reduce her to a killing machine? How dare you assume that's all she is?"

"Isn't she though?" Joe shrugged, making Barry's blood boil.

"She's so much more than that." Barry said quietly, struggling to keep his emotions in check. "And you don't know her at all."

"I've known her for 25 years and I know everything she had done, Barry, it's all in his file-"

"Exactly." Barry interrupted his father again. "All you know is her file. You don't know aunt F. You don't know what kind of person she is." His hands hurting from being clenched tightly, Barry took a deep breath, trying to prevent himself from losing his temper. "People are not just good or bad, life is so much more complicated than that. We've all done things more or less questionable and you have no right to say that the choices Freya had made, the things she had been ordered to do, make her a bad person." Barry looked at Joe coldly. "She was there when my mother died. She was with me the first day I went to school. She was with me and held my hand at my mother's funeral. Every nightmare , every tear ,every laugh , every happy moment it is in my mind because of her. Nothing you could tell me, nothing Freya could ever do would change how I feel about him." Closing the file, Barry tossed it back on the table and stood up. "And I think we're done here."

"Barry, wait." Joe called out when Barry turned to leave and even though he wanted to get out of there as soon as possible, Barry glanced back at his father. "Don't you understand? Freya is brutal. Dangerous." Joe said, putting on a worried expression on his face, but Barry could see in his eyes that it was just for show – Joe's eyes were cold and calculating, and Barry knew that whatever he was going to say next, would be his final blow. "Aren't you scared that one day she's just going to snap and hurt you? Or maybe even worse?"

During their entire conversation, Barry had managed to keep his emotions in check, keeping the rage and fury inside of him and stopping himself from doing something impulsive and reckless.

But in that moment, with these last few words, Joe had crossed the line.

And Barry saw red.

And he lost all the control.

''Are you nuts?''Asked Barry as stands in front of the stove and makes tea for his aunt who was sitting in one of the chairs. 'About Joe?''

It's been a week since the boy moves along with his aunt and and the emotion was great. Every morning his aunt made a breakfast of wafers, cereals, milk, juice and coffee. Their morning was filled with discussions about science, something that Barry could not discuss with Joe or Iris because they found boring but for Freya was fantastic. She didn't really care all that much about science, but arguing with Barry was becoming one of her favourite hobbies.

''Fury's out' 'the woman said as she took the cup of tea and walked to the living room ignoring Joe's words in her mind.

''Cold-blooded"

"killing machine"

"ruthless and unbridled"

She has heard the detective as she went to his house with worries about her boy and she went mad but It was all true and there was no way to deny that Freya really was all of these things – he had just hoped that maybe Barry would never realize how truly despicable Freya actually was.

'Aunt F please dont kill him because I dont wnt to see you in jail and Iris without a father' 'said Barry trying to show his point to the woman to see it seriously but by her gaze did not make a good effort

''So glad I don't give a damn''the woman said sarcastically as she wrapped her blanket around herself to protect herself from the cold.

The brunette sighed and threw a pillow on the floor saying indignantly ''You can stop being sarcastically for one time in your life and talk seriously''

Freya winces because Barry screaming is a rare occurrence but this did not stop her from making a sarcastic commenty ''I'm not always sarcastic, sometimes I'm sleeping and this will do now''

The woman kissed his cheek and walked to her room as she was tired of everything and wanted to drive her anger over her after that game who took place at the bar and she had to prevent herself from killing Snart. But if Freya going to jail ,Barry will fing himself with Joe and Iris her Barry was something new for her, he was a ray of sunshine and happiness which had helped her come out of the darkness.

A six year old girl thrown over the floor like a rag doll with an old man standing over her with a belt in his hand when we took the girl with hatred. The man brought his face close to the girl and the little girl could smell the alcohol, the girl scratches the man's face with her nails and runs away trying to escape him running in the big manor but the man though he was drunk was faster than the girl and grabbed her hand pushing on a wall by her neck.

''You think you can escape my little girl? 'Asked the man putting his slimy hand on the soft skin of the girl.

''Help' 'yelled the girl but nobody could be heard and the man slapped the girl.

''Shut up' 'he said and tears was coming from her green eyes.

The girl continued to cry for help with no effect and the man looked at the little girl with disgust

''Look at you, yelling for help. Always yelling for help. It's pathetic, Freya''

Freya jolted awake with a scream. The sheet under her back was wet with sweat, and when he tried to wipe off the cold beads of moisture on her forehead, her hand trembled. With great effort, she propped herself up into a seating position and leaned back against the headboard. Her whole frame was still shaking and her breathing was erratic. She thought about the pills in the drawer of the bedside table, but decided against it, opted for a meditation technique instead. Before she could successfully get her heartbeat under control, however, a knock on her door interrupted her.

"Aunt F,"Barry called warily from the other side. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, boy." Her voice quivered in spite of her effort to steady it. Not that she needed to hide anything from Barry, theb oy was all too familiar with her sleeping problems.

"Would you like me to fix you a cup of tea?"

"No, thank you," she quickly answered. "Go ahead back to sleep."

Once she was sure that Barry had returned to his room, the woman finished her meditation and then made his way down to the garden. She was definitely not getting any more sleep for the rest of the night, so he figured she might as well do something productive, and a workout session that let her punch away her fears certainly could not hurt.

The nightmare never ceased. She had many, of course, had always lived with nightmares tainting her sleep. This one just happened to stand out given how fresh the underlying memory which prompted it still was. Even after the death of her father, it still came to him every other night.

It always started the same way.

The voices, the blood, a child's voice that begs for mercy, the sound from the leather belt that touches harshly on the skin and the smell of alcohol. The big corridors of the old house with scratched walls and the old music hall which finds a piano at the end of the tour, the scars she gained from her hard years of childhood trying to hide them with magic.

''Mirrors don't lie and lucky for me they don't laugh'' she thought as she looked at herself in the mirror but she could hear the voices inside her head, Freya caught her head with her hands and fell to the floor.

''Monster''

''Selfish''

''Freak''

''Liar''

''Murderer''

''Aaaaaahhhh''The woman yell and she hit the mirror with her fist breaking into a thousand pieces that fall to the floor with her own blood.