summary: "captain." felicity remembered natasha well as the russian slid forth a folder, "we have news for you that you'll be interested in." after going into hiding after the battle of new york, felicity rogers took the name smoak and tries to forget her past when natasha romanoff returns with news of james buchanon barnes. wintersmoak; past romangers and howard/felicity


Chapter Three

"Morning, Oliver." Oliver lifted his hand into a wave as he continued to speak on the phone while Felicity set down her things at her desk. She hated her job as his P.A, sure but it could've been worse. She got paid well (even if she didn't need it) and Oliver kept her close in case of attack.

(to be truthful, she could probably kick his ass better than he or diggle could but felicity would never spill her secret)

Her computer clicked on and she began typing, hacking into SHIELD, in the CIA, in the FBI. They couldn't track her computer and even if they tried, they would be rewired to FBI Special Agent Dmitri Langston. It was easy hacking into the special agent's computer, almost too easy.

Her eyes flashed up, narrowed and sharp, as the elevator dinged. She had to be prepared for everything. If HYDRA truly was going after her and Bucky, then she had to be ready for anyone to betray her. Bodyguards, IT techs, even Oliver and Diggle. She couldn't trust anyone.

"Hello, Felicity." Isabel Rochev, a real pain in Felicity's ass, smirked as she spoke, standing next to three large men in suits. All three men wore guns and badges, FBI badges.

"What's going on?" Oliver said as he and Diggle stepped from his office. Two of the men, the grunts, pulled their weapons with scowls.

"Are you Felicity Ginevra Rogers?" The man in charge, a thickly built man with straight black hair and darkly colored skin. "Daughter of Sara and Joseph Rogers; also known as Captain America?"

Felicity slowly stood. "My name is Felicity Smoak, and my mother's name is Donna." The man's eyes narrowed. They were light, almost white, and clashed with his ebony skin. "Who are you?"

"Special Agent Dmitri Langstron." Oh shit, Felicity thought as a wiry smirk flicked on his face. He continued, "-and about Felicity Smoak and Donna Smoak: Donna Smoak died in 1976 of lung cancer and Felicity Smoak was her four year old daughter that was killed by her father, James Smoak. You are Felicity Rogers, born in the early twenties." He quirked an eyebrow.

Her screen blinked and a message popped up. |duck-bucky|

"1918." Felicity said, looking up at Agent Langston.

"Excuse me?" The agent asked.

"I was born July 4th, 1918." Felicity said. "Know your facts, son." With that, she ducked underneath her desk as a rain of bullets poured down into the office space. As the bullets slowed down, she hopped on her chair and rolled out of the window, racing towards the sky.

Wind flat against her face, she and the chair fell for a good thirty seconds before they crashed the sidewalk. The chair took most of the damage, but she felt her stomach tear up, blood seeping into her purple dress.

"Fuck." Felicity put pressure on her stomach and looked up. Agent Langston and Isabel Rochev were looking down at her, anger on their faces. There was the sharp nose of a car skidding and Bucky rolled down the window of a sleek car.

"Get in, doll." He snapped. One hand on her stomach, she went to the passenger door and climbed in. Bucky took off, his foot lead on the pedal. "From the fall or one of my bullets?" He asked. Felicity could hear the tension.

"The fall." She gripped one of his hands. "You're a good shot, babe." He snorted under his breath. "We gotta get out of the city." She said.

"Already on it." Bucky muttered as they heard police sirens. As more blood came from her stomach, pooling around her hand, she felt her vision begin to blur. She might be a super soldier but her healing factor only worked if the blood stopped pouring out.

"Buck-" Her fingers tightened against his own as he glanced over at her. "I need a doctor. We need a safe place and a doctor. Understand? James, do you understand, babe?"

"Yeah, I just-" Bucky flashed a worried look. "Ok, hold on. Hold on, Supergirl, I'll make sure you're ok." With that, her eyes fluttered shut and she was out like a light.