Tumblr prompt from Anon: Hi there! Here be an Olicity prompt: Oliver doesn't fully understand just how smart Felicity is (graduating with a Masters from MIT at 19 is kind of insane), so some scenario arises where she gets to really make use of her smarts and impress everyone :)
This might not be exactly what you were hoping for, anon, so please feel free to request the same thing again if you'd prefer something different.
The doors slammed shut almost two hours ago and despite Oliver's insistent banging, the thick metal wasn't budging. In fact, the loud sound oh him pushing and pounding against it was beginning to get on the team's nerves even more than being locked in a tiny room, forced to complete tasks in order to save the city.
They'd been lurred to a dark warehouse, Felicity having to come into the field as technical assistance, but upon their arrival they had all become surrounded from all angles, depsite assurances that there would be five guys at the most.
Oliver had pushed Felicity into the center of the group, protecting her from the oncoming threat, but before a fight could ensue, a thick, green gas began to pour into the room.
None of them realised thay had passed out until they woke up, locked tight in a small room with dry throats and ringing in their ears.
"Just stop, man, it's a thick steel door, you're not getting through it." Diggle voiced, finally, leaning back against a cold wall.
"So, what, we just give up?" Oliver demanded, spinning to face his team.
"No, we save our energy until we have an actual chance." Felicity reasoned, resting her cheek against the cool, metal wall.
She'd always been a little claustrophobic, and Oliver's refusal to just sit down in the small space they'd been allowedwas stressing her out even further.
"You okay, there, girl?" Diggle asked her quietly, shifting to sit a little closer to her.
Keeping her heated skin pressed against the wall, Felicity gave the slightest of nods, closing her eyes against a sudden wave of nausea.
A loud, high pitched ringing noise echoed through the space at an ear soplitting volume. Oliver, who'd only just settled, went back to fully alert instantly. The rest of the team brought their hands up to cover their ears in a futile attempt to block out the deafening sound.
"So sorry about that, Arrow & Co." A voice crackled, making the group finally notice the speakers in the corners of the room.
"Who the hell are you?" Roy yelled, looking directly at one of two security cameras mounted to the walls.
"All in due time, Mr Harper," the voice sounded amused and all too knowing for anyone's liking, "now, I've brought you here to find out just how good you really are."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Sara called, rising to her feet in a defensive stance.
"It means, Miss Lance, that there are five bombs throughout the city. I will give you a task, and for each one you fail, a bomb will be armed. Good luck."
The first four challenges passed with varying levels of difficulty, but the team managed to complete them all without confidence gained through their so far successes disappeared immediately as their fifth and final task was set.
A small hole in the wall opened up, through which a tiny keyboard with only the number's one and zero on was passed, before it slammed shut again.
Roy was the first to reach out for it, about to press one of the keys when Felicity's hand shot out to stop him, laying the device gently on the floor.
"We don't know what he wants us to do with it yet - pressing the wrong thing now could have terrible reprecussions."
"Ah, very good, Miss Smoak," the voice came through the speakers once again, "I'm sure one of you has figured out by now what kind of bombs I'm using, so to disarm the final explosive, you must input each element I've used to build my bombs."
"How the hell are we meant to do that if we only have two keys, neither of which are letters!" Roy yelled, his patience having worn as thin as it gets.
"Did I forget to mention? Each element must be in the form of binary code. You have one minute." There was a buzz and then the rmoom filled with a brief silence, before one wall was lit up with a timer, starting at sixty and dropping rapidly.
"But, this is impossible!" Oliver cried angrily, seeing no way in which their task would be completed successfully.
No response came from the voice, but suddenly Felicity was picking up the small keyboard and typing, her thumbs moving quickly over the keys.
"Felicity, what are you doing?" Sara gasped, staring in shock as her blonde friend continued to hit the numbers in a quick and seemingly random fashion.
"I'm diffusing a bomb, what about you?" She responded sarcastically, putting all of her focus into the task at hand.
"Felicity, it's not possible" Oliver told her, earning himself an angry glare from Diggle.
"Ignore 'em, girl. None of them seem to realise just how much of a genius you are." Digg said, quietly, but the sound travelled easily through the tiny space.
The timer projected on the wall started flashing red and beeping with every passong second as it reached it's final ten second countdown.
"Smoaky, whatever you're doing, I'm gonna need you to hurry up." Roy blurted, a light sheen of sweat appearing on his forehead.
"I'm doing my best here, scarecrow!" She yelled back, hitting one of the keys twice more before the timer stopped abruptly.
There was a long few moments where nothing happened, when suddenly a bright green light flickered on.
"What does this mean?" Sara whispered.
"Something good, I hope." Oliver responded, quietly, looking around himself warily.
The door he had been banging against what felt like hours before began to slide open, revealing a much too bright light to the room.
"Congratulations, you're free to leave."
"I knew you were smart, but that was incredible." Oliver said quietly, pulling up a chair to sit beside Felicity at her desk in the foundry.
"It wasn't, he'd been dropping hints the whole time and-"
"No, it was, Felicity," he reached over to take her hand, "It was amazing and remarkable and the single most impressive thing I've ever seen."
She was forced to look away from him at that point, her face simply too red and slightly teary for her close friend to see.
"Hey, look at me," Oliver urged, softly, "I'm sorry I haven't ever appreciated how smart and brilliant you are. If I'd known I never would have cornered you into being my assistant or treated you like you were any less than you are.
You're a genius and I took advantage of that without ever giving you the respect or credit you deserve and I'm so sorry for that, but I'd really like to make it up to you. If you'll let me."
"I don't think I've ever heard you say that many words in one go before," she replied, teasingly "are you feeling all right?"
"Are you going yo let me make it up to you or not?" he sighed, though there was a slight smile ticking at the corner of his lips.
"How?"
"Dinner?"
Wow, I am so unhappy with this. Anon, I am sorry for this fic because it is just no.
I may return to this prompt at a later date and try and write something better in response to it, but right now this is all I have, I'm sorry.
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