AN: I got a surprising amount of reviews last chapter, for which I am very grateful. Let's start with a response to a few of them.

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Sara. Oliver. Sara. Oliver. Sara. Oliver.

His mind was running at maximum capacity as he took in the two individuals before him.

Oliver Queen, his childhood friend who had literally just returned to Starling, was a vigilante.

Sara Lance, his childhood crush who was supposed to be fucking dead, was a vigilante.

Was Laurel a vigilante too? Fighting in a courtroom by day, torturing bad guys with education by night?

Oliver looked hesitant, eyeing them cautiously as he lowered his bow.

Sara looked completely relaxed and at home now, talking animatedly. "Of course you guys basically have the same exact outfit. You were pretty much copycats when we were younger." She waved in Ward's direction. "But since when did you learn how to use a bow?"

He opened his mouth to speak but, at that moment, their reunion was broken up by a familiar voice.

"SCPD! Hands in the air!" cried Quentin Lance.

Ah, how I've missed Laurel's dad, he thought sarcastically. Quentin Lance didn't hate Grant per se. No, he reserved his hatred for Oliver, the billionaire playboy who he deemed no good for his little girl. And then, not only did Lance find out that Oliver was screwing Sara behind Laurel's back, but his daughter supposedly died while doing it. I bet he's having a field day with Oliver's return.

Footsteps echoed on the level below them. Grant inwardly cursed. Just a few more seconds and the rooftop would be filled with Starling City police officers.

Giving his two friends one last glance, he scooped up his mask, pulled it on, and…

Rolled right off the roof.

A smirk graced his lips as he twisted in mid-air, firing a grappling arrow at a nearby building. He watched as the arrow embedded itself in the side of the structure. Pulling the line taut, he swung and disappeared into the night.

Pulling a short-sleeved white shirt over his head, Grant collapsed on his bed in a heap. He grasped blindly for a pillow, burying his head in it once he found the soft object. He drew the covers up to his waist and switched positions, laying on his side. He stifled a groan when his bruised ribs protested the movement. He moved back to laying on his back, cursing himself as he did so. Shit, his friends hit hard.

Several minutes later, he found that he could not sleep for the life of him. All he could think about was how the fuck he was going to find Sara again. He knew where Oliver lived, but if the billionaire had told everyone that Sara was dead, then her family had no idea where she was. There was always the chance that they would run into each other again during their nightly escapades, but how long would that be? Starling City was massive and he had no idea how to begin tracking her.

His last thought, which really should have been his first, was how they figured out it was him. His hair was blonde now and he had the beginnings of a matching beard to go with it.

When he heard a pounding at his door, he checked the clock.

2:42

Sighing, he carefully got out of bed to avoid further injury and made his way to the door. Checking through the peephole, he saw Sara standing outside and wearing a red hoodie and black jeans. She tapped her feet impatiently. The second he opened the door, Sara stepped inside and plopped down on the nearest couch.

He raised an eyebrow. "Hello to you too."

She scoffed, rolling her eyes at him. "Tony Masters, really?"

Shutting the door, he leaned against the wall and crossed his arms. "Don't ridicule me. I was short on time. And Tony Masters is a cool name."

"Yeah, whatever you say, dumbass."

He shot her a playful glare. "Hey, I did better than you in school. In every single subject."

"School wasn't my entire life," she shot back.

No, your entire life was screwing Oliver, he thought bitterly.

Instead, he changed the subject. "How the hell did you even figure me out?"

Sara laughed. "Your new identity works pretty well. In fact, I probably wouldn't have been able to figure out it was you if I saw a picture and it hadn't been face to face. Plus, we've been friends since we were kids. We know each other like the back of our hands."

He nodded, choosing to remain silent as he made his way into the living room and sat down in a chair to the left of her.

After several moments of silence, she continued. "So…who're you running from?"

He looked away, having an internal debate on whether or not to tell her. Did she know that S.H.I.E.L.D. existed? He was willing to bet she did. And she had always been trustworthy during their childhood, ignoring the fact that she was screwing her sister's boyfriend behind her back.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. I couldn't stay with them any longer," he stated after several moments of silence. It wasn't the full truth, but it wasn't a lie either.

"You were a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent?"

"Yeah, they broke me out of juvie and offered me a position."

"Are you ever going to let them know where you are?" she asked, glancing up at him.

After a slight hesitation, he shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe. I don't want them to find me yet, but I don't want to leave them wondering forever. And if luck isn't on my side, they'll probably find me sooner than I want them to."

My supervising officer and his best friend are two of the most stubborn people I've ever known. Plus, they've got two genius hackers on their side.

And one of them chose Captain America over you, reminded a tiny voice in the back of his mind.

"So, since it's really fucking late, can I stay here the night?"

Maybe it was the look she gave him as she said it, or the suggestively teasing tone in her voice, but his mouth went dry. He nodded.

"I'll take the couch," he said, voice cracking slightly.

She smirked, walking toward the bedroom door, swaying her hips. "Night."

And he really should have been embarrassed, because he could not take his eyes off her. But she's not Skye, he reminded himself. "Goodnight."

The next morning found Grant alone in his suite. Sara was gone but had left a note containing Oliver's address as well as a warning.

Get ready for some big surprises.

What the hell did that even mean?

Clint skimmed the S.H.I.E.L.D. document that he had intercepted on its way to Coulson.

"What's it say?" asked Natasha, who was at the table eating a bowl of cereal.

Pepper sat next to her, a slightly more relaxed look on her face than a few days ago, and a cup of coffee in hand.

"Multi-billionaire Adam Hunt was assaulted by unknown assailants. Six members of Hunt's private army were found dead at the scene, with over thirty others injured. Among the injuries were broken arms, fractured sternums, and…arrow wounds," read Clint aloud.

He mulled over the possibilities. It could be Grant, but that didn't necessarily mean it was. There were other people skilled in archery and, since no video evidence was found, Clint had no idea how whoever inflicted those wounds operated. Even if it wasn't Grant, S.H.I.E.L.D. would want to investigate, assess, and possibly recruit this new player. This was the perfect opportunity to continue the search while assisting the organization he worked for.

Folding the paper and slipping it into his pocket, he smiled. "Ladies, pack your things. We've got a vigilante to catch."

AN: Next chapter is going to probably be a lot bigger and will most likely solely focus on Grant.

Also, I will be removing two of my fanfics, Juggernaut and Fire In Your Heart, within the next few days. However, I will be posting them on Archive Of Our Own once I set up an account. If you have further questions as to why, please shoot me a PM as I don't really want to discuss it in this author's note. Once I have created an account on Archive, I will put a link to it in my bio.

Hope you guys and girls enjoyed!