Prompt: The team gets into a situation during a mission, and Felicity has to convince Oliver to use her as bait.. Again.
It took me a little while to figure out a way to write this that didn't feel overdone. I'm really digging what I came up with, and I hope you do too!
Also, we're going with established Olicity for the sake of this prompt. I know you're all so against that, right? ;)
"Oliver, where the hell are you?" Felicity hisses into her comm unit. "I need back up."
"Are you all right?" Oliver's voice is strained on the other end. "What's your position?"
She cracks open the closet door, peeking out to scan the corridor and noting an enemy operative at either end. "I'm pinned down in the East wing."
"Sit tight. I'll be right there."
She ducks back into cover and huffs in annoyance. "Could you maybe hurry? I've been sitting here for five minutes, and I'm out of ammo."
Oliver's grunted response elicits an eye roll from Felicity. The comm link goes silent, and she mentally chides herself for insisting they let her head to the command post alone.
"Guys, it'll be fine. The room is empty, so with all of you out here fighting I have a better shot at getting in and getting what we need," she'd told them.
Roy shrugged, "She's got a point."
"No," Oliver said, throwing a sideways glance at the younger archer.
"Oliver, we don't have all day to stand here and argue about this." Felicity stood in front of him with her hands on her hips and a determined expression on her face. "I'm not helpless."
He couldn't argue with that. He wouldn't dare. She was more than capable, but leaving Felicity alone during a mission made him anxious, and when Oliver was anxious he wasn't focused. He scrubbed a hand over the back of his neck and sighed. "You're going to do it anyway, aren't you?"
Felicity nodded emphatically and pulled Oliver's backup weapon from the waistband of his pants. His mouth gaped open at her boldness, and the rest of the team attempted to stifle their giggles from behind him.
"What? I can't go out there unarmed." She checked the gun for ammunition and tucked it into the waistband of her own jeans, shooting Oliver a smug grin as she passed by. "Lets go!"
Oliver's eyes rolled toward the ceiling for a moment, and he took a deep breath. "This woman is going to be the death of me," he muttered, starting in her direction.
"I hate it when mom and dad fight," Roy said to Sara, who shoved him playfully.
The pair ran to catch up, leaving Diggle to bring up the tail end. He shook his head in amusement and pushed off the wall he'd been leaning against, following after his teammates.
Felicity is snapped back to the present when she hears shouting, followed by a string of profanity. She opens the closet door in time to see the operatives at each end of the hallway drop to the ground, and then Oliver is at her side.
"I told you this was a bad idea," He says, quickly scanning her from head to toe. Then, seemingly satisfied that she is in one piece, he gets to work reloading ammunition into her gun. As he's handing the weapon back to her, she notices a red smear across his sleeve.
"Who?" she asks, tentatively grazing her fingers over the spot on his arm.
Oliver ducks his head for a moment then meet her eyes. His gaze is steely, and she can tell he's itching to get back into the fight. "Roy."
Felicity swallows hard and sets her jaw, knowing Roy wouldn't want them to waste time fussing over him. "We need to get to that control room. I have a plan."
"Does it involve you throwing yourself to the wolves, again?" he asks, crossing his arms over his chest.
"No.." she says, drawing out the 'o' sound unconvincingly. "Ok, maybe."
Oliver lets out an exasperated sigh. "We're not using you as bait."
"It worked before," Felicity says, and his noticeable wince makes her wish she hadn't.
He brushes a few strands of hair from her face, letting his hand come to rest on her cheek. "It's not exactly something I intend to make a habit of."
Felicity smiles softly and turns into his touch. "Oliver, this is completely different."
He frames her face in his hands and leans in to press a kiss to her forehead. "You. Are. Infuriating." Oliver's words lack conviction though, and Felicity leans forward, bumping her nose against his. He responds by pressing his lips lightly to hers. She smiles against his mouth and hums appreciatively. Felicity doesn't think she'll ever get used to being this close to him.
"We should probably go," she says in between kisses. "Oliver, we need to get to the control room."
He lifts his face away from her neck just enough to peer up at her. "You really want me to stop," he asks, brushing his nose along the same trail his tongue had just followed.
She bites down on her bottom lip to keep from groaning. "No.. No. But we're in the middle of a mission!"
Oliver drops his forehead to her shoulder and sucks in a breath when she runs her nails across his scalp. "Not helping, Felicity."
"Are you two done?" Oliver and Felicity jump apart at the sound of Diggle's feigned annoyance on the other end of the comm. Felicity feels a deep blush creep up into her cheeks, but she can't help the smile that forms when she sees the huge grin on Oliver's face.
"Sorry, Digg." Oliver clears his throat and stands, pulling Felicity up with him. We're en route to the control room."
He clicks the comm off and makes to exit the small closet space, but he's stopped short by Felicity, who is standing with her back to him.
"Felicity?" She turns around, to see Oliver staring at her feet, the confusion on his face pulling his eyebrows into a deep V-shape. "What happened to your shoes?"
She remembers, then, that she's barefoot. "They were squeaking on the staircase, so I took them off."
Oliver shakes his head and smiles affectionately. He grabs her hand and opens the door enough to see into the long hallway. "It looks like we're clear."
They make it halfway down the corridor before enemy fire begins to rain down upon them. Oliver pushes Felicity up against the wall, using his body to shield her. A sharp pain in his shoulder and another in his lower back jolts him forward, and when his eyes meet hers she knows he's been hit. She follows his eyes down to her forearm and sees that she's hit, too.
"DAMNIT!" he bellows, his voice echoing off the walls in expanse of the hallway. He clicks on his comm and grinds out, "We're hit, Diggle. It's over."
A second later he feels the long barrel of a gun wedged between his shoulder blades. He raises his hands above his head, his eyes never leaving Felicity's. "We surrender."
"Hell yeah you surrender!" When Oliver finally turns around he rolls his eyes at the Cheshire cat grin on Barry Allen's face. Barry speaks into his own comm link. "Cisco, Caitlin, I've got Felicity and Oliver. You get flag?"
Barry waits a few seconds but receives no response from his team. He furrows his eyebrows in confusion when he sees Felicity and Oliver wearing smug grins of their own.
"Sorry Allen, your team's incapacitated," Diggle says, as he and Sara step around the corner with Iris, Cisco and Caitlin in tow. They're covered in multi-colored paint splatters. Diggle's clothes, however, are clean. He holds up the red flag to signal a Team Arrow victory.
"Ha! I told you we'd beat you this time!" Felicity says, poking a finger into the purple paint drying on her sleeve.
"Yeah, no thanks to you two," a paint-covered Roy says from the balcony above them. "Maybe next time the make out session can wait until after the game's over."
Ignoring the jesting from his friends, Oliver reaches over to grab the flag from Diggle's hand then turns back to Felicity, wiping a few specks of green paint from her face. "Probably not," he says so that only she can hear.
Felicity smiles and presses her lips to his, completely forgetting the audience standing behind them. "Definitely not."
