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Steve could see Helena walk into the building, and as she had walked closer to him, he could see how brighter she had started to become. Somehow, bother her eyes and smile were much brighter than he had ever seen them to be. They were enough to make anyone pause to get a better look at her.

"You seem to be happy about something," Steve had commented to her.

"Yeah," Helena had said to him. "I am. It came from helping out a friend of mine."

She was not going to say anything more about that for whatever reason. That would have been a reason to cause him to wonder why the secrecy, but he stopped thinking about that for fear of ruining what was happening in the moment.

"I'm glad to hear you feel much better, then," he had said to her, earning a small smile from her.

Helena appeared to have been relieved that he was not going to really push the matter any further. That did not go unnoticed by him. Not at all.

"What did you have in mind for tonight?" Helena started to look through some of the things she had let him borrow.

"Star Wars," he answered, doing what he could to forget about what made him seem so concerned for her. There had to be a reason why she had looked so relieved over him dropping the question on a certain conversation piece.

"Good choice," Helena said to her, grabbing the movies. "We'll start with the older ones, then."

As they were watching the movie, they were sitting close to each other, closer than they would have really thought to do before. Steve had done what he could to make sure they were not sitting that close to each other. He did not want to make her feel too uncomfortable as they had watched the movie, but he could tell that she was still pretty close to him.

He only focused more attention to what they were watching at the moment, but that went away when towards the end of the second movie, Helena had rested her head on his shoulder, lightly closing her eyes for a moment. For several moments, Steve had to pause to think about what he could do next, and it did not take long for him to hold her close to him. He did not really mind anything about that, and by the way she did not immediately pull away from him when he held her close, he could tell she did not exactly mind what he was doing.

When the second movie ended, they were reluctant to pull apart to go to the next movie, so they had no problem with being close together in the silence after the ending music had been done playing in the background. That may have been why they had take a moment to look at each other.

He was unable to even look away from her, and he had to let out a breath before pushing her away for the moment.

"Sorry about that," he quickly said to her.

"I don't mind about that," she quietly said to him. "Not at all."

"You're trying to help me," he said to her. "And, we're watching a movie. I don't want to take advantage of you."

"You'd know it if I thought you were taking advantage of me," Helena told him. "You don't need to worry about that."

She gave him a steady look, but she kept that space between the two of them. That may have been why he was starting to believe Helena to be tougher than she had appeared to be. There may been more to her than anyone could have ever realized.

Helena changed the movie to the next one, and her phone was starting to go off. She only ignored that phone and made it to be silent.

"What was that about?" Steve asked her when he had paused the movie.

"That was Dick," Helena had told him, brushing that aside. "Apparently, he wanted to talk about something. It's not too important."

Steve wanted to say something about that, but he realized that may cause problems. Did he really have to try to call her? At least she ignore the call to focus her attention on what they were doing. Despite all of that, he was going to be polite to her.

"If he's calling you," he found himself saying to her. "Then, it probably would be important."

Helena studied him for a moment, and he began to wonder if she was able to read more into that than he would have thought. "You sure?"

"Yes," Steve finally said to her. "Go ahead."

Helena checked her phone, looking to be pretty surprised at the moment before she shook her head. "Turn on the news."

Steve did so. "Why?"

"An old friend of mine," she said. "He disappeared five years ago. . .everyone thought he died. They found him. . .alive."

They watched as a young man named Oliver Queen walk with his mother and his sister. He looked to be pretty troubled over something that happened to him five years before. He had to have been to hell and back. Oliver wore the look of someone who would do anything to change what he had seen.