Thank you to everyone for their inspirational reviews. This fic was originally meant to be a one shot but I'm going to continue because I enjoyed writing this and the interest shown was awesome. Also, big thanks to akaHAZZAP for being my amazing beta reader/editor.
During the following months, Felicity often thought about her encounter with the not-so-cute Oliver.
Sometimes it seemed so implausible the he was alive that Felicity wondered if she had actually really seen the 'dead' billionaire; but Felicity was sure he was real. However, as time went on, Felicity thought less and less about the billionaire. She hadn't forgotten about him but it seemed to be getting less likely that she would ever see him again. For all Felicity knew, Oliver Queen could have actually died since their encounter.
It wasn't until two years later that Felicity was certain that Oliver Queen hadn't died. She had turned on her TV to find that the main headline was: OLIVER QUEEN IS ALIVE.
Then, only a couple of days after Oliver Queen had returned, he and his best friend had been taken hostage to be rescued by a hooded vigilante. Felicity thought this was very suspicious because there has not been a sighting of a vigilante before. Days later the Vigilante had been all over the news again when he had apparently attacked Adam Hunt for his money. It hadn't taken too long for Felicity to jump to the conclusion that Oliver Queen was quite possibly the psychopath running around in a green hood. His body was covered in twenty percent scar tissue and he had twelve fractures that had never properly healed. At least that is what Felicity discovered after she had hacked his medical records out of concern for his well being. Plus there was the fact that Oliver had been clutching a knife when he had broken into Queen Consolidated all those years previously.
Felicity had always been able to keep the secret of him being alive without much of a problem. However, if he was the arrow, could she really cope with the knowledge that he was killing people when she could stop it? She decided it was best for her to actually confront him before taken any further actions, though meeting the billionaire proved to be harder then it seemed: apparently, millions of other young woman were trying to do the same thing. Felicity decided to formulate a plan on how to get into contact with him. Upon hearing about Oliver Queen's return from the dead party, she successfully managed to "hack" her way onto the guest list without any difficulties at all. Once she was in the party, she could then reveal her identity to him.
It wasn't until Felicity arrived at the party that she realised how long it had been since she had been to a party of this size. Felicity had been late leaving work and by the time she arrived the party was well underway. She attempted to scan the room for Oliver but couldn't seen him due to the vast number of people present. She gave up searching and tried to blend in with the rest of the crowd as much as possible.
An hour later, Felicity still hadn't seen Oliver which was ironic since she was at his party. However, she eventually noticed him coming in from a side door to talk to a man with black hair. She walked slowly towards Oliver trying not to draw attention to herself, her eyes fixated on him so she wouldn't lose him again. Once she had reached him she purposely bumped into his side and whispered in his ear, "I know you're the Hood." Before strolling away from him again, beckoning Oliver to follow her.
"What's up buddy?" Tommy asked, following his vision of sight. He spotted Felicity stranding in the near distance. "Wow she is one mega hot chick." He slapped Oliver on back. "Good luck with that one."
To say Felicity felt nervous when Oliver strode towards her was an understatement- she was extremely frightened. His body figure was muscular and Felicity knew he could probably kill her with one hand. To Felicity's surprise, he wrapped his left arm around her waist. It wasn't an intimate gesture though, it more seemed to be him forcefully guiding her to where he wanted her to be. Oliver seemed composed in a frighteningly serial-killer-waiting-to-kill-his-next-victim manner. Felicity gulped as they arrived in a back room of the building and tensed when Oliver slammed the door shut behind him.
He maliciously approached her, causing Felicity to back into the corner of the room. "Did Waller send you?" Oliver growled. Felicity didn't reply from shock that he really was the vigilante "ARE YOU ARGUS OR BRATVA?" Oliver placed his hands on his shoulders and roughly pushed her against the wall. He was definitely the Hood.
"You're cute," Felicity murmured, just hoping that he would remember. At once, Oliver's hardened look softened and he gently let go of her shoulders. Felicity winced, she was sure that there were going to nasty purple bruises on them the next day.
"You kept my secret," Oliver sincerely said. "And I didn't even know your name." He seemed almost grateful though this seemed too great a jump from the man Felicity had just bore witness to.
"You're the Hood and you kill people. Not nice people but you still kill them," Felicity replied still shocked. She couldn't even begin to comprehend how Oliver could kill anyone.
Oliver tentatively took a step back from her, knowing that he had a lot of explaining to do. "My father left me a list of names before he shot himself in the head. He said that I had to right his wrongs. Vermin like Adam Hunt rob from the poor and I need to take care of them in order to protect my city. Adam Hunt is very much alive but his money has been transferred to the people he has robbed from who are in great need of it."
Felicity touched her glasses unsure of how to process all of this information. Oliver Queen was very much alive and the Starling City vigilante and quite handsome. She didn't know whether she should phone up the police or not.
"It's okay," Oliver reassured, sensing her distress. "I'm not going to hurt you. You are the jury. You make the decision. Either call the cops or leave me to be the vigilante." Oliver knew he was taking a large gamble here but he knew that killing this woman wasn't an option. There was just something innocent about her as if she could never be touched by darkness.
Felicity felt for her phone in her pocket but then gazed at Oliver. He had already spent five years separated from his family. Did he really need to spend the rest of his years away from them in prison? "No I'm not going to call them."
"Thank you," Oliver gently said, glad that his risk had paid off. He didn't understand how he trusted this woman, whose name he didn't know, so much. It just felt right.
"I was sorry to scare you but you billionaire playboys seem to be harder to get into contact with than the President of America which is really saying something," Felicity babbled. Oliver chuckled despite the severity of the situation. He held out his hand which she shook. "Felicity Smoak, IT girl and the world's greatest hacker," she said, although Felicity wasn't too sure why they were shaking hands when they hadn't agreed on anything.
"Well then Ms. Smoak, how would you like to become partners in crime?"
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