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Chapter 11

Oliver watched Steve and Felicity enter the club hand in hand. He had no right to the stab of anger and possessiveness that spiked through him. He and Sara were happy. Sara could protect herself if anyone came after her. She had been on the island and hadn't judged him for his actions. They both knew the danger that Slade represented. All in all, Sara was the best choice for a relationship.

All Oliver would have brought to Felicity's door would have been pain and death. He knew the facts, but he'd never had to face her being with another man in the way he faced it now. Barry had been a kid she'd had a crush on. The man holding Felicity's hand was not a kid and the looks passing between them looked more serious than a crush.

Oliver was self-aware enough to know just how badly he sucked at relationships. He also knew that up until a very short time ago, Felicity wore her heart on her sleeve. She'd had a crush on him. It was easy for him to see. What he hadn't been quite so aware of until this moment is that he, Oliver, might have been a little infatuated back.

He was also aware that he had no rights to those feelings. He wanted to be a better man than the playboy that would have marked his territory. Felicity Smoak had the distinct honor of being one of the few people in his life that got him and didn't back down from him. She told him the truth even when the truth was world shattering. She deserved his loyalty back and at least if he couldn't be with her every moment, Captain America was not a bad back up. Swallowing down how that thought felt and trying to focus on his Slade problem, Oliver stood in greeting. He held out his hand which Steve took without hesitation.

"Welcome to my club," said Oliver, smiling. He glanced around the room before returning his attention back to Steve.

Steve took in the room and whistled. "This is a nice place," he commented. "I thought you ran your family's company in town?"

Oliver waved them to a table. "I do," he answered. "This was something I ventured with a friend. He died and my sister took over the day to day management." He watched his sparring partner pull out a chair for Felicity before having a seat himself.

"Felicity tells me that you have a team and you'd like me to meet them." Steve didn't beat around the bush. "Although I could have sworn you told me that your family and friends didn't know about you being the Arrow."

Oliver bristled a little bit, not sure how Steve meant that. The man didn't seem angry or upset in any way, but the comment still stood.

"And you didn't mention that you're dating my EA," he pointed out, knowing it wasn't the same thing, but unwilling to continue the conversation. Steve studied him for a moment. He wished he had some clue what the man was thinking. His face was neutral, not challenging in the least.

"Oh great, Captain Face vs Angry Face," Felicity muttered.

To Oliver's surprise, Steve chuckled. "Apparently, we both have particular faces." Rogers' smile was for Felicity. It had warmth to it that told Oliver Steve was half gone on Felicity already. He could understand that feeling. As Oliver had told her more than once, she was remarkable. She just wasn't his to remark on any longer.

Pushing the feeling of loss he didn't want to examine aside, Oliver leaned forward to deal with Steve. He wasn't sure where exactly the man was going, but he wanted to be ready if he'd misjudged Rogers.

Steve turned back to Oliver. "We were both being protective of the people around us." Oliver nodded, relaxing back into his seat. That statement should have been pretty obvious from his point of view. "I'm not criticizing you for it." If he wasn't criticizing, Oliver wasn't sure what he was getting at, but he was glad their fledgling friendship was not being tested quite so soon.

Steve remained seated, relaxed, as he continued. "You didn't know me. Protecting family and loved ones is expected, but from here on out, if we're going to work together effectively, no lies, half-truths or hiding pertinent information. Those things get you or someone on your team killed." His voice was light, but there was a hard edge hidden underneath. "I'm willing to help, but not unless you can be up front with me. I'm not asking anything of you I'm not willing to offer in return."

Oliver had to think about that for a moment. Rogers was offering full disclosure of facts pertaining to their joint interests and asking him for the same in return. He'd never been that open with anyone but Slade. That thought brought to mind the surveillance tapes Felicity had shown them of Steve's team turning on him and trying to kill him. The man had a right to worry about secrets and betrayal.

Betrayal was something Oliver knew the feeling of as well. He'd betrayed Tommy's trust by keeping facts hidden and look where it had gotten them. His best friend was dead. He'd betrayed Slade's trust by not telling him how Shado had really died right up front and look where that had gotten him, not to mention that all of this hell started because he betrayed Laurel with her own sister instead of just telling her that he wasn't ready to make the commitment to move in with her and get married. Hiding things had never turned out very well for him. As Felicity was so fond of pointing out to him, maybe it was time to try another way.

"I can do that," he agreed after a moment, holding his hand out for Steve to take. "Welcome to the team. Would you like to meet the others?" Steve hesitated for a second as he studied Oliver's face, before finally taking his hand.

"Let's meet the rest of the team," Steve said getting to his feet before pulling out Felicity's chair for her and following Oliver.

….

Felicity watched John greet Steve. Her friend looked a bit awed. He'd addressed Steve formally and came to attention as soon as Steve had walked down the stairs. She glanced at Oliver who looked a bit baffled at the other man's behavior.

"I apologize for my behavior at the gym, Captain," John began. Steve looked confused for a moment and then smiled wryly and shook his head.

"Its okay, John," Steve was quick to respond. "I sort of liked you telling me you'd hurt me if I hurt your friend. It made me feel more normal than I've felt in a long time. It was my second threat of the day actually." He glanced at Roy standing off to the side and smiled.

"Wait," Felicity interrupted incredulously. "Let me get this straight. You both gave Steve the Shovel Talk on my behalf?" She wasn't sure if she should be flattered or appalled. She decided on the flattered part with a bit of touched in the emotion as well. No one had ever threatened a date of hers before. Well except Oliver with Barry, but that wasn't the same thing.

"Shovel Talk?" Digg and Steve both questioned at the same time.

"You know, when you threaten someone that if they hurt your friend you will kill them and bury them." Roy supplied helpfully. Sara snorted and rolled her eyes. Oliver barked out a laugh.

"So you both threatened to kill and bury Captain America." Oliver stated. He was smiling now. Roy shrugged but had the good grace to turn slightly pink.

"I got the message from both of you." Steve jumped in before anything more could be said. "I think it's swell that Felicity has friends looking after her," he assured everyone. "And John, I thought we were friends. You can call me Steve, just like you've been doing since we met."

Felicity caught Steve's eye. "Swell," she mouthed silently at him. He winked at her as Digg was glancing away from him. She noticed that Oliver, Sara and Roy had caught his old-fashioned slip and wondered if he'd done it on purpose to draw the teasing to himself and away from the obviously emotional Diggle in their midst.

"It's an honor to meet you, Captain," John was saying, ignoring Steve's offer to call him by his first name. "I'm from a military family. Both my father and grandfather were big fans of yours. My grandfather provided you and your Howling Commandoes support when you destroyed one of the HYDRA bases. I grew up with stories of how you saved the world by helping bring down Nazi Germany and again by riding the HYDRA plane into the ice and destroying HYDRA along with it."

"I didn't destroy HYDRA," Steve said quietly, his voice husky with emotion. Felicity watched as his shoulders dropped slightly and his face took on such grief for a moment that it hurt her to see. "I just drove them undercover is all that did. I died for nothing; Zola was smarter than all of us." Felicity's heart broke a little at that. Did this amazing, heroic man really think he'd done nothing for this world. Anyone who knew anything or had ever taken a history class knew that wasn't the case at all.

"No, sir," Diggle responded quickly. "You weren't responsible for people being fools and the bad decisions people made on who to trust after you were in the ice." Felicity was glad John was pointing that out, but it didn't seem like Steve was listening. She had no idea what to say. She glanced at Oliver. Oliver knew what it was like to fail in a mission and watch people be hurt because of it. She thought he might have something to say, but he remained silent as well.

Their team had never dealt with failure or the perception of it on a world scale. The earthquake in the Glades was the worst it had ever gotten and that had been bad enough for a lifetime. Steve was dealing with what he saw as failure to protect the world. She'd seen some of the information released about HYDRA. They'd done a whole lot of damage while they existed right along the side of the organization Steve worked for. She had no idea what to say to make the situation better so she stayed quiet as Digg continued.

"If you hadn't done what you did, from what our history books tell us, New York would have been destroyed. I'm guessing that if you hadn't driven HYDRA underground things might be a whole lot worse now. Who's to say that we wouldn't all be under their control right now? That Red Skull guy was a guy that had the will and power to take over the world from the stories I was told. So maybe you didn't kill them outright, but you hurt them badly, kept them down and gave the world a fighting chance." Steve looked thoughtful. His face lightened slightly and he stood a little taller. Digg's words seemed to be getting through to Steve. Felicity felt her own heart lift a little. Leave it to Digg to know what to say.

"Didn't you just take down the organization you've worked with most of your life because you figured out Hydra was a part of them?" Oliver tossed in. "I think Digg's right. If not for you these people would have been a problem all along. I've seen what evil in small doses can do. I don't want to think of what the world would be like if you hadn't fought them."

Felicity wanted to kiss both men. She was surprised at Oliver's words. She'd never seen him treat anyone other than Tommy as an equal or care what anyone outside of his family and or his team thought. It was a little shocking and not just a little eye opening. She wasn't sure what to make of Steve and Oliver's friendship. She hadn't even been aware one existed, but seeing them together, it seemed they were headed in that direction.

"Thank you both," Steve said finally, looking at both Oliver and John. He looked like he wanted to say more, but stopped himself. Turning back to Digg, Steve caught and held his eyes. "You and I have been becoming friends, John. I hope knowing I'm Captain America doesn't change that. I'd really like it if you can go back to calling me Steve or Rogers if you feel the need to threaten me again." There was that little curve of a half-smile Felicity loved to see. John flushed a bit at the reminder but finally relaxed and chuckled.

"Okay, Steve," John agreed, "Welcome to the team. I'm looking forward to working with you." Steve smiled and clapped John on the back.

"I think you've already met Roy," Oliver broke in, obviously trying to lighten the mood. "So Roy, do have any Captain America stories you want to reveal?"

"I watched a BBC special on 'Captain America, the man with a plan'. It showed a bunch of dancing girls and Captain America holding up a motorcycle before he went to fight Nazis," Roy offered. "Does that count? Oh and nice job on the dancing girls, man." It was Steve's turn to look embarrassed.

"Dancing girls?" Felicity questioned. "How many dancing girls did you work with?"

"Thanks, Roy, nice to see you again." Steve's face was taking on a pink tint this time.

"I'm Sara," the blond assassin stepped forward and held out a hand.

"I was supposed to do a report on you in the 12th grade but I ditched class to hang out with Ollie," she pointed out. "Does that count?"

Steve took her hand looking grateful for the change of topic. Felicity was a little surprised at Sara's tone. It was subtle, but the woman didn't seem too impressed with Steve being there. "Good to meet you," Steve replied before turning to Oliver. "So, 'Ollie'," he asked, clearly amused.

"Not if you don't want to be Stevie," Oliver's tone was frosty, but he was smiling.

"So, Oliver," Steve corrected, laughter in his voice. Oliver chuckled. "This is a nice training area you have. I wouldn't have expected so much in the basement of a bar. I'm impressed."

"How about a little sparring after we catch you up on Slade?" Oliver suggested. "Let you get a feel for how everyone fights and what our strengths. I think Roy could use your help especially but we'll explain all that in a minute." Felicity watched Sara bristle at that. She knew this hadn't been the blonde's favorite idea, but she was surprised that she was so openly not hiding the fact. Felicity hoped it was just because she knew the woman that she saw it so easy. Maybe Steve hadn't noticed.

"I didn't bring my bag with me," Steve considered.

"I have sweatpants you can borrow in the locker beside the shower," Digg offered.

"No one down here wears shirts to spar," Oliver pointed out. Steve raised an eyebrow and looked over at Felicity. She could feel her face getting hot.

"What? I hardly notice. I'm usually at my computers, not paying attention to…" She stopped and sighed. "I promised no lies," she sighed. "Okay, I notice, but just in the art museum kind of way. I mean with you there'd be more than an art type fascination, but…"

"You're making it worse," Sara whispered as she came up behind her to lay a hand on her shoulder. Felicity clamped her lips together. "I wear a shirt," Sara pointed out, "But the testosterone crowd doesn't so you will fit right in."

"Do you want to pull up what we know on Slade's army, Felicity?" Oliver asked, coming to stand next to Sara.

"I have it all over here," Felicity told Steve. "Follow me and I will show you my babies." Felicity said. She was proud of her set up and wanted show him the part of herself she was most proud of. Steve turned to her and caught her hand.

"I'd love to see what you do for Team Arrow," Steve told her with a mischievous look on his face. His back was to Oliver.

"We don't call it that." Oliver growled.

Felicity couldn't help but grin at Oliver's correction. "I do sometimes," she added in her two cents to Steve's teasing of Oliver. She liked his sense of humor. It was going to be fun to have Steve around, she decided. "You're bad," she whispered to him.

He just smiled and leaned down to kiss her lightly. Felicity felt herself blush. She hadn't ever been kissed in front of Oliver. She wasn't sure why that made her stomach flip a little. Oliver certainly wasn't shy about kissing Sara. Because you're finally, really letting go, a voice she was extra careful to keep buried inside herself whispered.

She'd held onto the hope of Oliver for so long it had become a habit that was hard let go of. She wanted Steve and how he made her feel, but the reality of her two worlds coming together was going to take some getting used to. When Felicity looked up and saw a look of pain on Oliver's face, she dismissed it. She must have imagined it. The man knew how she'd felt about him for the last year or better.

If Oliver had any interest in her he wouldn't have made it so clear he wanted everyone but her. He wouldn't have turned to Sara and shut her out five minutes after she'd told him how scared she was of losing him over the secret of Thea's paternity. Stop it, she told herself. She wasn't going to go there again. She had an amazing man in her life that made her feel wanted and that she wanted back. She wasn't going to let old crushes hurt her chances at something real.

As Felicity sat down and started showing Steve the little bit of information they had on Slade, the rest of the team gathered round and added their thoughts in. Steve only asked a few questions, mostly just listening. "What is Wilson's end game?" Steve asked finally. "Is his idea of revenge to make you suffer, Oliver or to separate you out and kill you?"

"He wants me to lose everything that means anything to me." Oliver answered. "He's made that clear."

"So we identify what he would see as the things that mean the most to you and protect those until we can stop him. What are the things that matter most to you from Slade's prospective?"

Oliver sat back against one of the tables and thought. "My family, this team…" he began.

"Queen Consolidated," Diggle added in. "Everyone knows you're fighting to protect it."

"If Slade has been as far ahead of you as you've indicated, we have to assume that he has plans in place to strike all of those places. I would think he'd pick the targets that are the easiest and with the most impact first, meaning your family and business." Steve pointed out. That made sense to Felicity. "What are you doing to protect your family?"

"We have guards on them like we normally do." Oliver said. Felicity could see the frown that crossed Steve's face. In light of what they'd just been talking about it did seem too little. She frowned. It hadn't seemed too little until the facts had been pointed out so clearly.

"I handle the security," Digg spoke up. "We have a 24/7 guard on Mrs. Queen, but Thea is normally here or with Roy."

"So you have one guard to stop a highly motivated trained killer with enhanced strength." When Steve put it that way Felicity was surprised Slade hadn't gotten to Oliver's family long before this. She could see everyone else in the room thinking the same thoughts.

"How about the business?" Steve questioned.

Diggle spoke up before Oliver could answer. He was quick to run down the changes they'd made to the security. He also gave them a rundown of the security on the grounds of the house.

Steve didn't say much for a few minutes. No one else did either. Felicity wondered if they were seeing the same big hole Slade could have climbed in to hurt Oliver as she was seeing.

"Oliver," Steve asked, "does your family have any idea what you do or that they have an enemy that has stated his intent to hurt you by possibly hurting your family?"

"No, they don't. I can't tell them about this," he indicated the lair around them, "without putting them in danger that way."

"Slade is after Oliver Queen, not the Arrow," Steve pointed out. "You don't have to tell them about your secret identity, but you do need to warn them that they could be targeted and they need more protection."

"He's right, Oliver," Diggle pointed out. "We've been lucky Slade didn't do more than show up at your mom's house." Oliver looked between them all. No one said anything.

"They think I was on the Island alone," he started. "I can't ever have them know what happened there. They don't know I'm anything but a slightly less irresponsible playboy."

"The Ollie they know would never believe that any threat was dangerous enough to make it onto the grounds of the Queen's home let alone past the guards." Sara spoke up, finally becoming involved in the conversation.

"She's right," Oliver agreed. "How do I protect them without telling them what happened on the island or putting them in more danger?"

Steve looked from one to the other with a thoughtful expression on his face. "For right now, we triple the guards." Steve suggested. "You brief the guards on the threat level they're facing and instruct them that evasion and calling you is their best bet, but that deadly force is their fall back. It isn't ideal, but would that be workable for you, Oliver until we can do a better risk assessment."

Oliver looked at Diggle, who nodded. Felicity didn't know what they'd do without John's quiet influence. Oliver's family was such a hard subject with him right now. She wasn't even sure how he'd stand in front of his mother and tell her anything with the hard feelings they had between them right now. Thea's paternity and their mom's lies about it had done a number on Oliver. They needed a go-between who was not associated with Oliver as closely as Digg was. 'You could hire Steve," Felicity blurted, her brain taking over her mouth before she had a chance to filter.

"I don't need a job, Felicity," Steve began. "I have more than enough to live on for quite a while." She noticed Oliver lift a eyebrow at both of them.

"That's great that you're doing well, but I didn't mean it like that," she told them. "We need someone Oliver's family doesn't know is connected to Oliver. Maybe bring him in as a special consultant. Since your mother is running for public office it wouldn't look strange that you bring in extra help.

Felicity turned to Oliver. "You tell your mom that you've hired a security consultant to help out because not only is she running for office, but because Mr. Wilson has threatened you. He is in business and you do piss off most people you do business with." She pointed out, earning a glare from Oliver. "Let her believe it's just about business."

"That might actually work," Diggle agreed. "That way anything that we do, she thinks it comes from him and not from her son that actually is smarter than his playboy self pretends to be."

"That might work," Steve decided. "But you don't need to actually hire me."

"I don't mind, I have the money," Oliver offered.

"No, Oliver," Steve declined. "Tony doesn't pay me to be on the Avengers. You're not paying me to help you defend your family." Felicity watched Oliver's face. He didn't seem to know what to say. There were very few people in his life that helped him without a reason. Most of them were already standing in this room. She could see the surprise and gratitude that crossed his face, but it was so subtle that she didn't think most people would notice it. Oliver wasn't exactly demonstrative.

"I will cover any expenses associated with what we're doing, that's non-negotiable, and thank you Steve, this means a lot to me." Oliver's voice was as emotional as she'd ever heard it. After weeks of the stress they'd all be under it seemed like a little luck was on their side.

"And if someone notices you're Captain America?" Sara asked. She didn't seem quite as hostile as before, but she was not exactly warm either.

"Then we stick to the truth. I tell them why I came here. That Oliver and I met, here at the bar one evening, he mentioned needing help, I decided to help." Steve answered her question. "I'm not a good liar, so we stick to the truth. We just don't mention how you were dressed when we met."

"I think it's a good plan if it protects Thea and her mom," Roy agreed.

"I can introduce you to my mother at the fundraiser this evening," Oliver suggested. "Then we can bring you by the mansion tomorrow and let you see what you think." Felicity was happy to see a plan in place that should make Oliver's family safer.

"We also need to go by your business and look at security there as well." Steve suggested. Oliver was quick to agree. They made plans and hashed out the details.

"And now to the last detail of the team that you need to know," Oliver spoke as they were finishing arrangements. "Roy was injected with the Mirakuru I told you about. It was by one of Slade's followers. I was there in time to pull him out. I've been trying to train him and work with him. He's doing better, but the anger is a concern."

Felicity held her breath. She had come to really care about the young man the team had sort of adopted. She was nervous how Steve might react or what would happen if Roy lost his temper.

Steve didn't move as he addressed Roy. He was still leaning on the table in front of her. "Oliver tells me that there is a lot of anger that goes along with the strength. How are you handling that?" He asked the younger man. Roy seemed a little surprised that he was now the focus of attention.

"He hasn't tried to kill anyone today," Sara offered, earning her a quirked eyebrow from Steve and a glare from Oliver.

"Sara," Oliver corrected. She rolled her eyes and pressed her lips together. It was obvious she wasn't happy.

"Sara's right," Roy said, finally moving closer into the group. "I haven't tried to beat anyone to death today so its a good day, but its hard. I'm always angry. It's like an itch I can't scratch. Did you feel that way when they gave you your serum?"

Felicity wanted to cry for Roy. In that moment he wasn't much more the lost young man they'd met as Thea's boyfriend and later Arrow's contact.

"No," Steve answered. "But I wasn't just injected. I was injected in all my major muscle groups at the same time and subject to radiation too. It made physical transformations as well as those of speed and power. I wasn't injected with the same thing as you were."

Roy nodded thoughtfully. "Do you think what they gave me is something like what they gave you? I mean you say its not the same, but I've read that people tried to replicated what was done to you and couldn't. Maybe this is one of the screwed up attempts?"

"I don't think so," Steve told the young man. He went on to explain about Red Skull. Felicity remembered reading about him in history. Steve explained that it was probably something Red Skull's people were working on. "I have a friend trying to do some research on where it might have come from and if there is anything that can help you."

"Then you won't be able to help me stop being so angry." Roy's face lost most of its youth in that moment and he looked older than his years. The strain of dealing with the constant near rage was getting to him. Felicity could see it. She knew they all could. Roy must have been hoping that Captain America would be able to help him deal with the effects of what was done to his body. The disappointment was written all over him.

"I'm sorry, son," Steve's voice was full of regret and sincerity. "I can't help you with controlling the rage, but I know someone who might be able to help teach you to control it. I can help you learn to utilize your strength but I think Oliver was probably doing a good job with training you as well. What you need is someone who understands the anger you have and can help you with it." Steve stood up and walked over to Roy. "I promise you that I will try to find you help and if you get out of control I'll help you stop."

"Help me stop?" Roy's voice rose. He was turning red, but this time it was anger, not embarrassment. She saw Oliver start to move, but Steve motioned him to stay put. Oliver froze, apparently willing to see what happened, but his body was tense and ready to move.

Roy stepped into Steve's space but the soldier didn't give any ground. He stayed calm as Roy continued to shout. "You think because you're as strong as I am that you can stop me?" He yelled. "No one sees me as anything but a timebomb and they're right. Queen's got me slapping water until I feel like a beaver and now you're telling me that if I am out of control you think you can do a damn thing about it? That's the trouble. You can't."

"Focus, Roy," Steve told him, talking quietly. "You're mad, but you don't have to act on it, pull the rage back."

"What they hell do you know about rage," Roy yelled. "You're Captain America. You're a nice guy, everyone's hero. You said yourself you don't have this anger so don't tell me to pull it back in. I need to get out of here." Roy turned for the door, but Steve stepped in front of him.

"I can't let you leave until you have this under control." Steve calmly told the young man. Felicity held her breath. No one said anything, but Oliver, Digg and Sara were all ready to move if needed. When Roy swung on Steve, it was so fast none of them were ready for it but Steve. He easily ducked the punch and caught Roy's arm. Before anyone was aware of what was happening, Steve had Roy pushed up against the wall with one arm behind his back. Roy's free fist connected with the wall as he struggled, leaving a huge chip in the concrete, but it was obvious that Steve had him and he wasn't going anywhere. "I'm not going to hurt you, Roy," Steve supplied calmly. "You're angry, but you can choose what you do with the rage. You don't need to act on it."

"What do you know about rage or what I feel?" Roy shouted back, struggling against the hold he was in. Steve was obviously exerting effort, but between the angle he held him at and his own strength, Roy's efforts weren't getting him anywhere.

"One of my friends becomes a giant green rage monster when he lets his anger get the better of him. Somehow I don't think you're much angrier than Hulk." Steve pointed out. That seemed to get through to Roy, he relaxed in Steve's grip just a bit.

"I'm going to talk to Bruce. He's learned to mostly control his anger and only let Hulk out when he chooses. I'm hoping he will work with you. He tells me he's angry all the time too, but he's learned to not give in to it. You can do the same. Will you give me a chance? Will you trust me?" With that, Steve stepped back and carefully released Roy. Roy turned, anger in his stance, but he didn't attack.

'I don't want to be like this." He told Steve. "Oliver's trying to help, but I can't stop the rage."

"I'm not sure how to help you do that Roy, but I can help keep you safe while you work with Bruce. I'm sure he'll help. He's a good man and a good friend." Steve watched Roy but didn't try to restrain him.

"Seems like the Hulk would be a good person to tell you how to control the anger. I mean he seems to have a normal life most times doesn't he?" Felicity ventured. "I see him going places with Tony Stark in the paper all the time. He seems like he has a pretty normal life, well normal for a famous superhero."

"What do you say Roy," Oliver walked over to stand beside Steve. "I promised you that we'd find a way to help you. Are you going to let us do that? This seems like a good plan."

Roy looked around at all of them. His body sagged a little and he leaned back against the wall he'd been held against moments ago. "You're stronger than I am." he told Steve, "but mostly you're fast."

"A lot of training," Steve pointed out. "So what do you say, I think Oliver mentioned a little sparring. Might be fun with someone able to toss me around a bit."

"Hey, I've tossed you." Oliver jumped to point out.

"How do you know I didn't let you?" Steve answered back, humor in his voice.

"Let me," Oliver questioned good naturally, his voice rising in disbelief. "Oh you are on," He told Steve, clapping Roy on the shoulder. "So what do you say Roy, you want to help me teach the old fellow here a lesson." Felicity smiled at the guys attempt to pull Roy out of his own head and distract him. She thought about how easily Roy was able to throw any of them when he angry and at how effortless it looked when Steve countered Roy's moves and put him up against the wall.

"Yeah," Roy said, moving away from the wall. "I don't think you're the one that's going to be doing the schooling though, this old dude is seriously strong and fast." Roy's voice got stronger with each word and they walked to the mat. She heard Steve protest his 'old dude' status, but now the answer.

"He might not be what I expected." Sara said unexpectedly from beside Felicity, who barely kept from jumping.

"Ok now you get a cowbell too." Felicity decided, earning a chuckle from the other blond.

"I might just have to give the man a chance. He seems like he's actually trying to help. Not at all what I expected." Sara's words warmed Felicity. She'd been worried that the assassin wasn't going to make things easy or smooth for Steve and Oliver to work together, but as she watched her walk over to join the three men changing and making their way to the work out mat to warm up, Felicity was cautiously optimistic. Now if she could find a lead on Slade Wilson her day would be complete.

Walking back to sit down at her computers she made herself concentrate. She promised herself that if she got her scans done and set up a few more that she could go watch the shirtless sweatfest she was sure would be going on behind her as soon as everyone warmed up.