Thank you to everyone who has read, reviewed, followed and favorited this story so far.

TW: Thank you. Can't say I'll do many Arrowverse stories outside this series, but we'll see what the future brings.

Guest: Sort of both. This was just kind of a random mission, but it does tie into the main plot of the story.

Triskelion

Morning

"Well, it could have gone worse, all things considered," Fury said as Oliver, Clint and Dragon stood in his office, having finished giving their report.

"Was there anything on Guggenheim's emails?" Oliver inquired and Fury smirked in response.

"Enough to confirm what we already knew. I'm still going through all of it, but what I've been able to tell so far is that he's been playing both sides of the US-Iraq conflict. I made a few calls to some people who owe me favors, Guggenheim's being brought in on charges of treason and weapon smuggling. Everyone at his company is under investigation, including the guards," Fury said as he leaned back in his chair. "That's all for now. Dismissed."

Silently, the trio exited the office, beginning to walk down the hall.

"So, it's early in the morning, we were flying home all night. Who wants to head into the city and grab some breakfast?" Clint asked.

"I could go for a bite to eat. Oliver?" Dragon asked with a glance at the third member of their team.

"I think I'm just gonna head home," Oliver said as they neared an elevator.

"You sure? We never really see you outside work," Clint noted as Oliver pushed a button and the elevator opened.

"Count yourself lucky. I think we all remember what happened the last time I got close to another SHIELD agent," Oliver said bluntly, thinking of Bobbi.

"That wasn't your fault Oliver," Clint argued as Oliver got on the elevator.

"Try telling her that," Oliver said, pulling out his SHIELD badge and allowing it to be scanned.

"Welcome Agent Queen, clearance level 3," an automated voice said before the doors closed behind him.

Clint stared at the closed door for a moment before pulling out his phone, texting someone.

'We need to talk.'

Washington, DC

Later in the morning

Oliver walked into his apartment, closing the door behind him. Placing his jacket on a nearby chair, Oliver walked over the kitchen and opened the fridge, seeing what he had that wasn't bad. Finding some eggs, Oliver pulled them out. As he grabbed some pans, he felt something fall out of his pocket. Putting the pans down, he saw it was his wallet.

Oliver knelt down to pick it up, seeing something was starting to slide out. It was a picture of Bobbi he kept in his wallet, right next to his old, worn picture of Laurel. Oliver pulled Bobbi's picture out, unable to help but remember the last he had seen her outside passing her at the Triskelion.

Two years earlier

"So you're going to Metropolis," Bobbi said as she and Oliver sat across from each other.

"Fury wants me to check out what happened there a few days ago. I have Dragon and Clint going with me," Oliver said and Bobbi nodded.

"Meaning he wants the two of us to go on separate missions for a while," Bobbi said, a comment that usually would have coaxed a smile or smirk out of Oliver, but now he just looked at her blankly.

"Sounds like him," Oliver agreed with a nod.

"Might be for the best," Bobbi said and Oliver raised an eyebrow. "I think we both need to process what happened in Russia. Maybe some time apart, some space will help us do just that."

"Yeah. Yeah maybe," Oliver agreed, although a feeling he couldn't place settled in the pit of his stomach.

"I'll see you when you get back," Bobbi promised and, after a moment, Oliver nodded.

"Right," Oliver said, rising to his feet.

Oliver then walked out of the room, not seeing Bobbi look after him, a hint of worry in her eyes.

Except they hadn't really seen each other since then, Oliver mused, staring at Bobbi's picture. After a few moments, Oliver put the picture back in his wallet. Pocketing it, he went back to the pans and continued making breakfast.

Café

Afternoon

"Thanks for coming," Clint said as he sat across from Bobbi at a table in the corner.

"Your call sounded pretty worried. What's up?" Bobbi inquired.

"Have you talked to Oliver lately?" Clint asked, getting straight to the point and she shot him an odd look before shaking her head.

"No. We meant to talk after he got back from that mission in Metropolis, but we just never had the time. Then so much time passed and before I even realized it, we just kind of grew apart," Bobbi said, her eyes growing sad as she explained. "Why? Is he okay?"

"I wouldn't call it okay. He never really hangs out with me, Nat or Dragon outside work. He goes on missions, he gives his report to Fury, and then he just kind of goes home. Today, he said something about you blaming him for Russia," Clint said, taking Bobbi aback. "Do you?"

"Of course not. What happened wasn't his fault," Bobbi said immediately and Clint nodded, a little relieved.

"Well he thinks you do. Maybe you could talk to him, he might listen to you," Clint pointed out.

"Yeah, of course," Bobbi said before Clint's phone rang.

"Sorry, hold on a sec," Clint apologized, pulling out his phone and, seeing it was, answered. "Sir?...uh huh…okay, we'll be right there."

"Duty calls?" Bobbi guessed as Clint hung up.

"Yeah, Fury wants me, Oliver and Dragon back in his office ASAP. Guess that talk is gonna have to wait," Clint said as he stood up, throwing a couple tens on the table. "That'll cover our bill. I'll see you around Bobbi."

Triskelion

Later in the afternoon

"You wanted to see us sir?" Clint asked as he, Oliver and Dragon stood in Fury's office for the second time that day.

"I've been going through Guggenheim's emails. I found something that concerns me," Fury said before waving his hand.

An image of a middle aged man appeared on a holographic screen with a name above the image.

"William Stryker," Oliver read and Fury nodded.

"One of the highest ranking members of the American Military. Stryker is highly decorated, many consider him to be an American hero," Fury explained.

"So why do you want us going after Stryker sir?" Dragon inquired.

"Ever hear of mutants? The ones that actually exist in the world?" Fury asked.

"It's kind of been a topic since we were born sir," Oliver pointed out.

He had practically grown up hearing his mother and father talk with their friends about the 'Mutant problem' as it was called. While neither of his parents felt one way or the other about mutants, Oliver knew his mother feared of what one evil mutant was capable of if angered. Oliver honestly never really thought about it.

"Stryker believes them all to be threats. He also has a history of recruiting them, whether they like it or not, and experimenting on them. It's why I've kept a close eye on Stryker since before Iron Man," Fury explained. "According to Guggenheim's emails, he's been in contact with Stryker for some time. He recently supplied a shipment of weapons for Stryker to go after a target they've been tracking through Canada."

"And you want us to go after it first?" Oliver inquired.

"I want you to make sure that Stryker doesn't manage to get his hands on whoever or whatever he's after. Then, assess this target, see if it's a threat or if it can be an ally," Fury ordered.

"The target have a name?" Clint inquired and Fury shook his head.

"Stryker just kept calling it the same thing in his emails: Weapon X."

Another short chapter but it will get the plot moving now. I think you can all guess where this is going now.