Felicity glanced at the clock again. She was running two updates that would help search for Slade Wilson while simultaneously watching the clock waiting for 7pm. Oliver was out. Sara was upstairs working. All those things were good. She didn't want to have Oliver hanging around while she went and met her date. She wasn't sure how he'd react. He and Sara were together so he shouldn't react at all, but after the way he'd treated Barry, she didn't want to chance it.

Besides it felt a little awkward and she didn't want to deal with that either. She was still new at the whole getting past her crush on Oliver and while her resolve was strong, her nerves weren't. It wasn't that she wasn't excited at having met Steve and going out on a date with him. She very much was. She just wasn't ready for having to justify it to Oliver if he reverted to his 'no one plays with my toys' attitude that he'd had with Berry. That had sucked the joy out of meeting Berry. Steve was something she wanted to be all hers for a little bit.

"Hot Date?" Digg asked, making her jump in her chair. She hadn't realized he'd come up behind her.

"Don't do that!" she protested, slapping him halfheartedly across the arm. "It's bad enough Oliver does that sneaky sneak stuff all the time. You two are going to give me grey hairs. Well not that you'd really notice grey under my blond, but still."

Digg chuckled. "You've looked at the clock 4 times in the last fifteen minutes. So I repeat, hot date?" She should have known that he'd notice she was fidgety.

"Steve is picking me up at 7." She told him, turning to see how he'd react.

"The Steve I know?"

"The very one," she confirmed with a smile.

"Muscles?" Digg questioned, trying to look innocent. This time Felicity didn't bother hitting John lightly. She punched him in the arm for all she was worth.

"Ouch," He exclaimed, rubbing at his arm. She'd have felt bad if the man wasn't chuckling at her at the same time.

"You deserve to have someone in your life." John Diggle was probably one of the closest friends she'd ever had. He knew her well. His supportive words made her feel good.

"How did this happen?" John pulled up a chair and slid next to her so he could see her face.

"He asked me out before we came into the kitchen to help with eggs yesterday," she told him. "Even after I embarrassed him a few more times with my lack of filter he still wanted to take me out. Did you know he blushes?" She couldn't help pointing that out with a little smile. She'd never made a guy like him blush. Most guys that looked like a Greek god knew they looked like a Greek god and were way past the stage of blushing at anything a blond computer geek might say.

John looked thoughtful for a minute. Please don't tell me I shouldn't go, she thought. With all the stuff going on with Slade and the company, she had thought about cancelling. Maybe she shouldn't put Steve in the line of fire if Slade came after her when she was with him. She'd debated with herself, but in the end she'd decided it was only one date and Slade had much better targets than her.

"I like him," Digg said finally. "I think he's been through some heavy stuff he isn't talking about, but he strikes me as someone you can trust." She felt something lift in her. Digg's opinion meant quite a lot to her.

"Why did you seem sort of on alert, military Digg when he and I were talking back by the punching bags yesterday," she blurted. She'd been so focused on Steve, the exchange between him and Digg just registered in her mind. It had been a little strange and she'd meant to ask about it.

"It wasn't my babbling. You're one of the few that are immune to it, but you had your 'get out of here Felicity, there's danger' face on when you told me where the tape was." Once again Felicity held her breath. She didn't want Steve to be a part of their world. She wanted him to just be normal, everyday Steve Rogers. A guy that thought she was worth asking out and didn't seem to mind her babble.

"I noticed Steve had punched a hole in the punching bag. That is extremely hard to do if not impossible. That bag was fairly new." Digg finally answered. "I thought for a minute he might be one of Slade's men, but he explained it and besides, the timing of when he arrived is off." John's instincts were good. She was relieved that he didn't see a problem.

"Plus there is the whole 'he's sane' and not trying to kill us thing on his side." She decided, checking the clock one more time. "Slade's rage groupies don't tend to be able to hide it for very long."

"Yes, there is that," John agreed. "Looks like you have 15 minutes to kill. Have you thought of running a check on Steve Rogers and making sure he's on the up and up?" She wasn't really surprised at Digg's suggestions.

"I thought about it, but I was running updates and besides, you know him and I didn't want to do a background check on one of your friends," she reasoned. And I wanted to pretend a part of my life wasn't about this place and Oliver. She didn't voice that part.

John looked thoughtful then turned back to her. "I like the man, but I don't know much about him except what he's told me. A quick check to make sure he isn't connected with Slade probably wouldn't hurt." He must have seen the look on her face. "I don't think there is any problem or I wouldn't let you walk out of here with him, but right now we need to be a little more careful than normal." His voice was understanding and he was right.

Nodding once, she typed 'Steve Rogers' into the computer. She didn't know where he was from so had to start narrowing the results by other factors like age, gender, military experience. "There are a ton of Steve Rogers out there." She complained. "It's strange, when I put in military service, I keep getting old 40's bond reels and WWII war reels. You know the ones that were supposed to make everyone buy bonds and support the war." She filtered those out. He wasn't a 90 year old man. "At least I'm not getting anything bad." Felicity continued to sort through the results as she tried to narrow the field a little.

Digg looked at his watch as he glanced up at the monitor. "Looks like the search will have to wait until later," he pointed out, looking at the monitor of the upstairs bar. Steve had just walked in. He was wearing dress pants and a nice button down shirt. The pants hung off of his hips just right and the shirt hugged his upper body. He walked to the bar and was speaking with Roy as the younger man stocked the bar in preparation for the evening.

"Earth to Felicity," Digg was saying in her ear. She snapped her head around and grabbed for her purse. She was rising out of the chair as her hand closed on her bag.

"I should go." She noticed the grin that came across Digg's face. "What, I'm excited." She defended.

"I can see that," he agreed. "It looks good on you. Have a good time, Felicity." She smiled and hugged him, before heading up the stairs. When Felicity opened the door, Steve turned toward her as if he had heard her coming. She dismissed the thought. The heavy steel door was too thick to hear anything through and Oliver kept it oiled too well for anyone to hear it open or close. She needed to stop being paranoid and seeing problems everywhere they weren't. Slade was making them all that way. She closed the door behind her. For just a little while she was going to try to forget everything behind that door and be a normal person out on a normal date.