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Felicity Smoak that was her name, her real name but these days no one called her that. She was Captain, ma'am, boss, anything but Felicity. She was born into the world of the Bratva; she was left to live peacefully till she was 7 and her father left, then everything changed. To try to get to him they would try to get her and her mother, they moved around the world constantly, never settling, never having a home.
That all changed when she was 15, when a man was sent to retrieve them. He attacked her mother, leaving her unconscious then he rounded onto Felicity his hands all over her, so she retaliated that was the first time Felicity killed a man. That was also the day she met Anatoly Knyazev, a Captain in the Bratva, who was an old friend of her father. He devoted his life to keeping her and her mother safe; he even paid for her to go to MIT to get away. But that didn't last long.
Now here she was at the age of 25, Bratva Captain, head of the Starling City branch, feared, ruthless and cold. She was the master of physiological torture, easily able to manipulate others, and could kill with practised precision. But that was an act; she had done what she had to do to survive. The real her, well no one got to see that, that was reserved for behind closed doors, her secret rooms, her private quarters.
She was stood outside the door to one of the rooms in the basement of her headquarters, she never referred to it as her home, in fact these were more like dungeons. She'd left her men upstairs, carrying a massive silver tray with an array of food and drinks. She slowly unlocked the door, pushing it open. The room was smothered in darkness; she flipped the switch on then closed and locked the door behind her. She walked over to the small chair and table in the corner and set the tray down. Then she finally turned her attention to the man on the floor. He was curled into a ball, his hands and feet chained with a bag over his head. He was in rags her men had forced him into; he hadn't drunk in 3 days and hadn't eaten for the whole week he had been kept here. She sat down in the chair; it was obvious the man was alive and conscious even if he hadn't spoken. She steeled her spine, letting her voice drop into the cold tone she had become accustom to.
"I've seen greater men than yourself crack under the extreme conditions you have endured." He still remained silent and unmoving. "Now many would say its testament to your loyalty, but I... I know that the reason you haven't cracked is because you have nothing to share." She stood up then walking over to him her heels clicking on the floor. As she bent down to pull the bag from his head, his hand flew out clutching her ankle, but Felicity was trained and in a matter of minutes she had him pinned to the floor his hands wrapped around the chains even tighter. She slowly pulled the bag from his head. She didn't know what she was expecting but she definitely was not expecting this, and if the split second shocked expression on his face was anything to go by neither was he. She tilted her head looking down at him, and then she became acutely aware she was straddling him.
"Я хочу поговорить с вашим капитаном." He said his voice so low, it sent shivers down her spine. Felicity just stared at him, his stubbled face and amazing jaw. Then he quirked an eye brow and she little stumbled up off of him, feeling way too many things for a man she was meant to be threatening.
"I... Errr." She fumbled for words as the man detangled his arms and sat up looking at her.
"Are you new at this or something?" He asked taking in her tiny stature, her blonde hair and the pants suit she was wearing, the glasses perched on the end of her nose with her hair pulled up high.
"нет..."
"Then get me your boss." He growled trying to intimidate her.
"Why would I do that?"
"Because I have some interesting facts for her."
"Really? From the man who's trying to over throw her." He laughed then.
"You have no idea of the games you're playing in ребенок." She walked back to the chair sitting down, grabbing a piece of fruit and eating it. His eyes watched her, his tongue coming out to wet his chapped lips. In any other circumstance she would have taken him right there but he was an enemy.
"Do tell what do you know of my boss?"
"I know her real name." He said with a cocky smirk and she froze mid bite before shrugging.
"So do I." He froze then eyeing her trying to figure out who she was as she shrugged lightly. "I know everything about her."
"Да неужели?"
"Да."
"What? Like she's American, her father left her, she was dragged into this world unwillingly, the master of physiological torture which has been very apparent this week." Felicity sat there just watching as he spoke. "She killed her first a man at 15." She flinched slightly then and clearly he noticed. "She didn't tell you that? Didn't tell you how she battered him, stabbed him... tortured him."
"That's a lie." She snapped losing her cool and he smirked. She took a deep breath grounding herself.
"вранье." She mumbled.
"I don't think your boss would want me to share more so please go fetch your Captain."
"Of course Mr Queen." Now it was his turn to freeze. "Oliver Queen right? Son of the late Moira and Robert Queen, both Boyeviks for my boss. You inherited the position, but your sister..." His jaw clenched so hard. "Well your sister got out of this world. What was her name? Thea?"
"No!" He shouted fighting against the chains, the animalistic rage filled him and she couldn't help but smirk now.
"So tell me what is it you are truly doing here Mr Queen, when we all know it's my boss's Captaincy you want." He shook his head violently.
"No! I need to talk to her!" He shouted it so loud.
"Why?" She shouted back standing up.
"только… her." She turned to the tray grabbing a slice of melon before handing it to him, ignoring his split language.
"You're already talking to her." She said and just like that his whole stance changed, he deflated, his shoulders dropped his mouth fell open.
"You're Felicity Smoak?" His voice no longer held the menacing tone a minute ago. She nodded and he stared at the melon.
"Eat." She mumbled. He looked up at her then and his eyes held an empathy she had never seen before; a look that made her feel vulnerable. He started to eat the melon without question, with a trust that seemed to be building just from knowing she was the Captain. She looked at him then seeing the scars peeking out from under the rags, scars from his clear fights in maintaining his position. But she knew as soon as she found those records of Thea the real reason he was doing all this was to protect her, to keep her untainted by this world.
"Did you hurt my sister?" He asked. Felicity frowned.
"No I would never..." She grabbed the tray once more placing it, on the floor in front of him before she sat down too.
"You... You shouldn't be sitting on the floor Captain, you-" he saw her wince and he frowned.
"Please don't call me Captain." She whispered and she heard his sudden intake of breath.
"You shouldn't be doing this Felicity, you don't even know me."
"Yet I feel I can trust you more than I can some of my men." He looked even more stunned at that. "A man who puts himself in danger, who joins a cruel world, who's littered in scars all to protect his baby sister, that's a man I can trust isn't it?" He shrugged taking a sip of the glass of water.
"She's safe?"
"Even more so." He frowned. "I deleted her existence online."
"Ah you didn't graduate from MIT top of the class for nothing. Sorry I just, I needed to know I could trust you. I did the background check, delve further than anyone probably has but I still don't understand why you came back when you were free."
"I was never free, my dad signed my own death warrant the moment he left, to repay his debts I had to become this." She gestured to herself, and gave a shrug. "Plus it was my mother too and as much as Anatoly could protect her, it would never be enough with my father's debts looming in the background."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be, we both protect the people we love-"
"But who protects you?" He asked his features softening and Felicity couldn't deny her heart beat a little quicker.
"I do."
"Isn't it a little lonely pretending all of this is what you want? In doing what you do?" She shrugged looking down.
"Очень одинокий." She mumbled. He slowly brought his chained hand to her chin lifting her head up.
"Let me help you, and then you won't be alone anymore." She stared into his blue eyes getting lost in them, his words hitting her more than she cared and she pulled back. She was meant to be strong enough, she wasn't meant to be thinking about one of her prisoners like this.
"What did you want Oliver?" She asked. He slowly put his hand back down.
"I did want to be Captain Felicity but none anymore, not after everything I found out about you... I... I came to offer my help, to tell you there's a mole in your men." She shook her head. "Yes, I don't know who, but someone is leaking information about you and your routines."
"They wouldn't do that."
"They would for your father..."
"No he's long gone."
"Believe me, he's a lot closer than you think."
"How would you know that?"
"Because he was the one that hired me. He wanted me to infiltrate your base, to over throw your leadership."
"Well then why are you telling me this?" She said jumping to her feet trying to steady her breathing.
"Because I trust you a hell of a lot more than I trust him, and," he shrugged, "there's just something about you." He said it quietly and she span around.
"I... I need some air." She said stumbling back towards the door.
"Well I won't be going anywhere." He shouted after her as she slammed and locked the door leaning against it. She knew her father wasn't dead, but he wanted to overthrow her? Why would he want that? Unless he was planning on trying to take the whole organisation. She swallowed thickly; Oliver Queen had well and truly changed her life but whether that was a good or a bad thing remained to be seen.