When Oliver's knee finally gave out on him and he had no choice but to have surgery now, or face a total knee replacement by the time he was 35, Felicity happily volunteered to be his nurse. She quickly regretted that decision when she realized that a sidelined vigilante with nothing to keep him busy became a real pain in the ass.
So she resorted to her favorite sick-in-bed pastime, a Netflix marathon.
She should have known that picking a show about a fatherless vigilante wasn't the best choice.
"Do you think Matt Murdock is cooler than me?" Oliver asked suddenly and his voice was only slightly slurred. And that was just because he was tired. It had absolutely nothing at all to do with the three glasses of wine he had drank after his pain killers.
Of course not.
Felicity looked at him over the rim of her fourth, no, fifth glass and squinted.
"Are you...are you serious right now?" She asked, her words echoing in the glass.
"You do, don't you?" Oliver asked her, his voice laced with drunken accusation. "I mean look at him. Of course he's cooler than me." He said angrily, waving his hand at the tv screen as another bad guy flew into the wall."With his cane and his law practice and dammit he's just so sassy." He said with a pout. "He hit that guy in the face with a drawer. That's so cool. I've never done that." He finished and leaned over to pour himself another glass. Matt Murdock probably drank better wine too. The bastard.
"Oliver." Felicity started, one hand on her wine glass and the other on her forehead. "You are actually sitting here on my couch complaining that you are not as cool as some Marvel superhero? That is real life right now?" She asked for clarification.
"Even his suits are cooler than mine." He complained with a very unsexy whiny voice and Felicity rolled her eyes.
Suddenly he looked up from his glass in a panic. "Are his abs better than mine?" He asked, his voice way too loud for her wine drunk mind.
"Oh my God! You are driving me crazy. Oliver, you just had to have knee surgery. You will be fine. It is not the end of the world. You just need to relax for a few days. I promise once the swelling has gone down that you can go out and throw a drawer in the face of some creep." She told him in her loud voice, and regretted it because it made her head spin.
But he looked over at her and smiled a little so it made up for her swishy head.
"You promise, you're not just saying that?" He asked, his voice little and she laughed. "Because if you're lying to me, trust that I will know and I will be unhappy."
She stopped laughing.
"Yes, Oliver. I promise. Besides, you can't compare yourself to the sass level of a Marvel superhero. You're so much more DC than Marvel and everyone knows that they are more broody." She told him matter-of-factly as she hit the continue button on her remote to start the next episode.
"Wait, are you calling me broody?"
