Anonymous requested: Felicity breaks her glasses during a mission. Bullets are flying, arrows are hitting targets. And Felicity stands in the middle with the world blurring around her. Oliver comes to her rescue.
"No. Nononononononono," she muttered frantically, holding the pieces of her shattered glasses in her hands. Felicity ducked again as a bullet hit the pillar she was hiding behind, sending shards of marble flying around her. She squeezed her eyes shut. Not like it would matter - she was practically blind without her glasses. Might as well close her eyes…
She took a deep breath and activated her comm link.
"Oliver."
His voice came over the other end, out of breath and strained.
"Felicity, not right now, I'm a little busy. Get to the car."
"Oliver, I can't see anything," she stressed, hissing in pain as shrapnel sliced across her arm. She glanced down, the cut wasn't deep, she'd be fine.
A muffled grunt came over the comm, followed by someone else's strangled yelp.
"What?! What do you mean you can't see?!"
Felicity rolled her eyes upward, biting her lip. "My glasses. I tripped on debris and they fell off and I landed on top of them and they're ruined! I can't see anything!"
Oliver hissed. "Nothing?"
"No. I have a really high prescription."
Oliver swore loudly. "Okay. Hang on, I'll get there as quickly as I can."
"I'm somewhere near the front hall," she responded, taking a deep breath and crouching down low, making herself a smaller target. "Oliver, please hurry."
"On it."
The shots were getting closer, and she knew she didn't have much time before they found her.
A sudden ringing silence descended as the shooting stopped. Felicity held her breath. She could hear footsteps coming up behind her. A gun cocked suddenly to her right, and she looked up, eyes wide. She could barely make out the features of the man above her as he aimed a gun at her head.
The tell-tale sound of an arrow being released had her bracing in anticipation and she dropped flat to the floor as the guard took an arrow to the chest. The gun went off but missed her, and she looked up again to see a color she definitely recognized.
"Oliver," she breathed out.
He helped her up and turned around, pulling off his quiver and slinging it over just one arm. "Get on my back," he said.
"You're joking."
"Unfortunately, Felicity, now's not the time for jokes. You can't see the debris on the ground and I need my arms free to shoot."
Felicity nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck, hiking her legs up around his waist. At least she was wearing leggings.
"Okay, go, go!"
He moved, only slightly slowed by the added weight, shooting as he went.
"We're going to have a discussion later about appropriate field mission apparel!" he shouted to her over the sound of more gunfire.
"Yeah, fine! I know!" she yelled back, as they reached the front door and Oliver turned back, firing a last arrow inside.
Ugh, she should have just worn her contact lenses she thought, as the building behind them exploded.