I apologize it has taken me so long to get to this story. I had a long period of time where I just felt burnt out on writing anything Arrowverse related and I just didn't have much inspiration for continuing it. Thankfully, this seems to have passed with time and distance, so I will be continuing this series.

Without further ado, here's the first chapter.

Unspecified Location

Early morning

As the sun began to rise over a safe house, a small, unsuspecting house.

Inside, Oliver Queen's eyes snapped open, as if summoned by the sun. Rising from the bed he'd been sleeping in, Oliver ran his hand through his blond hair, which almost reached his shoulders, and grabbed a duffle bag that he'd placed next to the bed the night before.

Finding some fresh clothes inside, Oliver quickly changed into them before heading out of the room. In the small kitchen of the safe house, he found Richard Dragon, nursing a cup of coffee.

"Morning," Dragon greeted.

"Morning. Coffee any good?" Oliver inquired and Dragon shrugged.

"Better than that shit that we had in Russia," Dragon said and Oliver couldn't help but smirk.

"Not a very high bar," Oliver noted.

Still, he grabbed a cup from the cabinet and poured himself a cup. He'd need it for today.

As he drank the pitiful excuse for coffee, Oliver couldn't help but compare it to the coffee that was always available at his childhood home. He had always enjoyed the sweet nectar that Raisa served at breakfast, never imagining the day would come when it would be lost to him.

That Oliver Queen was very different from the man drinking the foul tasting liquid without complaint. He had been pampered from birth, a spoiled, selfish brat who had never known true suffering, had never thought of anyone but himself. He had not experienced the deaths of his father and Sara Lance, been betrayed by his best friend, lost the possibility of a future with a woman he'd just started to realize he was in love and then gone down a darker path than he'd ever imagined.

That boy would have been broken by it. But that Oliver Queen had died the moment his father had shot himself in the head. This Oliver Queen did not mourn him, rather mourned his own loss of innocence and that it had taken such tragedy for him to finally grow up.

"You all right? You've been staring at the coffee for almost five minutes," Dragon said, breaking Oliver out of his thoughts. "I mean, it's bad, but not that bad."

"Just a lot on my mind," Oliver said, glancing at the calendar.

It was the anniversary of the day he had gotten on that damned boat. It had been five years since the day that had changed his life and taken so many others.

"You sure you're up to this kid?"

Oliver and Dragon looked up to see Clint Barton had woken up, looking at Oliver like he was a puzzle he was trying to solve.

"If you're going in distracted, it's dangerous for all of us. So, are you up to this?" Clint asked.

"I know how to compartmentalize Clint. I'll be fine," Oliver said firmly and, after a moment, Clint nodded.

"Alright. Then bring us up to speed on the mission one more time," Clint ordered and Oliver nodded.

Following the orders of his SO, Oliver pressed a button by the coffee maker and part of the wall moved, revealing a screen. After a moment, the screen came on with a picture of a middle aged, slightly overweight man in a business suit.

"Marc Guggenheim. Businessman, industrialist, suspected war profiteer. He runs a very successful weapons company that, for years, has faced accusations of supplying weapons to terrorists like ISIS. But Guggenheim is very well connected, having been able to get any attempt to investigate his company or have charges brought against him shut down. Our job is to infiltrate his company, get access to his emails and see if there's any validity to these claims and shut him down if there are," Oliver explained. "Unfortunately, the company is very heavily guarded. There are least six guards on the front entrance and every floor has its own team of guards. And Guggenheim's office on the top floor has an army of security guarding it."

"Which is why Fury sent in the three of us. With Cap and Nat off with STRIKE, he thought we were the best qualified for this kind of mission," Clint added.

"So we get in, get the Intel, and try to get out alive. Business as usual," Dragon said with a smirk.

"Business as usual," Oliver agreed.

New York

Late afternoon

In his office, Guggenheim was working on some paper work when his intercom buzzed.

"Sir, there's a Mr. Diaz here to see you. He claims you two set up a meeting," his receptionist said and Guggenheim frowned.

"I didn't, I've never heard of a Diaz. Have security check him," Guggenheim ordered.

A few rooms down, an arrow imbedded itself in a wall outside, just above a window. From a rooftop across from Guggenheim's building, Oliver, dressed in his suit, used a wire at a zip-line to slide across to the window.

On the first floor, Dragon, dressed in a suit, appeared to be waiting when he saw a team of security approaching him. With a smirk, Dragon rushed towards them, sending one down on his back before any of them could blink. Another pulled out a gun but, before he could get a shot off, Dragon had grabbed his wrist, making him aim at the other security guards, and forced him to fire thrice. The other security guard dropped to the floor, dead as Dragon elbowed the man in the face, sending him down, clutching his broken nose as more security guards rushed in.

Up on the first floor, Guggenheim's head whipped up, hearing all the shots from on the first floor.

"What is going on out there?" Guggenheim demanded but received no answer.

Outside the office, the head of security was on his radio, shouting orders when an arrow flew out, striking him in the shoulder. The head of security went down to the floor, crying out in pain as Oliver rushed in, whirling his bow like an Escrima Stick. He began engaging several other guards as they rushed him. Rolling to avoid a barrage of bullets, Oliver notched an arrow and fired, the arrow disarming the guard and going through his arm. As the guard screamed in pain, Oliver got to his feet, using his bow to strike two more guards in the face hard enough to send them down, either unconscious or moaning in pain.

In a van outside the building, Clint was sitting with a laptop.

"Oliver, you need to get in and get out. We're running low on time. Only a few minutes until someone calls the cops. We need to be gone by then," Clint warned him.

Oliver didn't respond, engaging a guard before throwing him back, using the guard as a shield as another one opened fire, inadvertently killing the other one. Oliver then fired three arrows, all of taking the remaining three guards without killing them.

His path now clear, Oliver notched an arrow and stalked towards Guggenheim's office. Kicking the door in, Oliver entered the room and seemed to take aim at Guggenheim, who backed away in fear.

"Marc Guggenheim, you have failed your country," Oliver declared.

Oliver then released the draw string and the arrow went sailing. Guggenheim closed his eyes in anticipation of the blow, but the arrow hit the wall a few inches left of the side of his head.

"Go," Oliver said over the Comms as the arrow began beeping.

In the van, Clint activated the arrow, smiling as he got everything off Guggenheim's systems.

"All right, I got it. Now get out of there, both of you. It's time to go."

On the first floor, Dragon looked around at least two dozen security guards. All either dead or unconscious. He smiled at the frightened receptionist before he turned and walked out the front door.

Up on the first floor, Oliver jumped through a nearby window. Guggenheim raced towards it, looking down and seeing Oliver using a zip line to escape to the roof of another building.

"What the Hell just happened?" Guggenheim wondered.

Triskelion

Same time

In his office, Fury was at his desk when he got an alert. Waving his hand, he pressed a button and smiled as he saw the email from Clint, detailing all the data from Guggenheim's system.

"Not bad you three. Not bad," Fury muttered.

This chapter was mostly used to set up the rest of the story, but I do hope you guys enjoyed it.

Also couldn't resist making the target Guggenheim LOL!