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One ----> Roy
Felicity and Roy both stared in shock at the arrow sticking out of the portable heater. Suffice it to say, the heater wasn’t heating anything right now.
Felicity pursed her lips. “He’s gonna kill you,”
Roy’s shoulders slumped down. “He’s not gonna kill me.”
Felicity gave him a deadpanned look. “He literally just bought that heater a week ago.”
“He can afford another one,” Roy said in a small voice. Felicity raised judgy eyebrows at him. “What? He can,” Roy insisted.
There was silence in the foundry for a few moments, before Felicity whirled around and headed back to her computers. “He’s totally gonna kill you.”
Roy’s groan made her grin.
Settling back in her chair, Felicity checked the monitors for any suspicious activities that she’d have to report to Oliver and Diggle. They were out on a stakeout, so it was a fairly routine night, but you never know.
Satisfied that all was in order, she twirled her chair around to face Roy, who was still staring at the heater-with-an-arrow-sticking-out-of-it in dismay.
“I’m never gonna get good enough to go out there with them,” Roy muttered, tone dejected.
Felicity rolled her eyes, letting out a fond sigh. “Yes, you will. You just need to practice more, and your skill level will get higher before you know it. Do you think Oliver became that good overnight?”
Roy glanced at her, expression lighter. “I guess so,”
“I know so, so stop feeling sorry for yourself, pick up that bow and arrow, and practice.”
Satisfied that Roy was doing as she said, Felicity gave a prim nod and turned back to her computers.
Only moments later, she heard an arrow whiz past behind her and then a sudden crashing sound, like glass shattering. Jumping up from her seat, she peered over her computer monitors towards the source of the sound. When she saw what used to be the glass case that Oliver kept his bow in, she slowly turned around to face Roy, expression horrified.
Roy’s face mirrored hers. “Okay. Yes. He’s gonna kill me.”
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Less than an hour later, Felicity was huddled up on her computer chair, her hands rubbing up and down her arms in a desperate attempt to generate some heat. She glared at Roy, who was sitting on one of the training mats and glancing apologetically at her every few seconds.
“I’m cold,” Felicity complained for the third time.
“I’m sorry!” Roy groaned. “I didn’t mean to blow out the heater!”
“It’s January,” Felicity said mournfully, blowing on her hands.
Roy rolled his eyes. “I’m aware what month it is,”
Felicity glared at him. “Don’t get sassy with me, mister.”
Roy’s expression suddenly lighted up. “Wait! I think I have an extra hoodie hidden here somewhere.” He jumped up from where he was sitting and headed towards the back of the foundry, where there was a shelf containing random things belonging to all the team members.
Felicity straightened up in her seat. “You’re just saying this now?” she grumbled.
“I forgot about it,”
“Of course you did,” she muttered.
A couple of minutes later, Roy stood in front of her, proudly presenting his backup red hoodie. Felicity stared at it, then looked up at Roy.
“I want the one you’re wearing,” she stated innocently.
Roy blinked at her. “What? Why?” he asked warily.
Felicity shrugged. “It’ll be warmer from your body heat.”
He stared at her. She stared back.
“I’m barely wearing anything under this,” he warned, trying to get her to back down.
Felicity smiled brightly up at him. “I don’t mind,” she sunnily declared.
Roy narrowed his eyes in suspicion. Felicity’s smile widened.
“Oh my God fine, you win,” he muttered, shrugging out of his hoodie.
Roy’s white undershirt rode up, revealing abs worthy of a Calvin Klein model. His face burned red as he tugged the shirt down. Felicity’s eyes twinkled with mirth when she saw the embarrassment dominating his expression.
“Here,” he said sullenly, handing his warm hoodie over to her.
“Thank you,” she murmured regally, and immediately put on the hoodie. She sighed in delight as warmth engulfed her.
By the time her head surfaced from the red material, Roy was already clad in the spare hoodie.
“You think this makes up for the busted-up heater?” he asked hopefully.
Felicity snorted. “Not a chance.”
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When Oliver and Diggle finally came back to the foundry, Felicity and Roy were both sitting cross-legged on the training mat, playing an intense game of Gin Rummy.
“Hey,” Felicity called out without looking away from her cards. “How did it go?”
Digg was the one to answer her. “Better than expected. We got the intel we need to move forward on the target.”
Felicity looked up and saw Digg putting away his guns. She heard Oliver’s footsteps head towards the glass case for his bow and winced in preparation.
Roy glanced nervously at her and Felicity gave him an encouraging smile. He got up and awkwardly stood there, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
“Anything you want to share, Roy?” Oliver’s amused voice rang out.
“So uh, sorry man, I may have broken that?”
Felicity got up too and turned around to see Oliver’s neutral expression. From the corner of her eyes, she saw Digg with his arms crossed, leaning back against the wall and watching the scene unfold, an amused expression on his face.
“May have?” he questioned, raising a sardonic brow.
Beside her, Roy winced. “I definitely did? I’m still trying to get the hang of the whole arrow-ing thing,” he confessed.
“Maybe you need to go back to slapping water,” Oliver mused.
“No!” Roy exclaimed in horror. “I said I was sorry, man, don’t be cruel!”
Oliver chuckled and shook his head, an exasperated yet fond expression on his face. “It’s fine. At least you cleaned up the glass, so that’s –”
He broke off suddenly and stared at Felicity, eyes boring into her. She fidgeted under his gaze, feeling self-conscious.
“What?” she questioned defensively.
Oliver had a peculiar expression on his face. He kind of looked like he was in pain. “Are you… wearing Roy’s hoodie?”
She shrugged. “I was cold,” she explained.
Oliver’s eyes shifted from Felicity to Roy. Something about his expression reminded her of a disgruntled cat.
Roy held out his hands, palms out, and hurriedly explained. “Hey man, don’t look at me like that. She insisted.”
Felicity gaped at him. “You offered!”
Roy turned to hiss a “shhh” at her. She huffed at him.
“If you were cold, you could have just taken one of my jackets,” Oliver told her gruffly. “You know I don’t mind.”
Something warm bloomed in Felicity’s chest, and it had nothing to do with the red hoodie she was wearing. She smiled at Oliver, the earnestness in his voice making her blush. “I’ll uh, I’ll remember that next time.”
Oliver nodded at her and began to make his way to the other side of the foundry. Felicity turned to Roy and smacked his arm.
“Ow!” he complained. “What was that for?” he said petulantly, rubbing his arm.
“That’s for trying to throw me under the bus," she chastised.
Roy opened his mouth to reply, but Oliver’s growly voice, coming from somewhere behind them, stopped him.
“Roy! What the hell did you do to the heater?”