Arrow Fic: Haven’t I Locked Up My Failure, Wouldn’t I Be Last to See
post-5x03. Because they’re both in the bunker and they’re both going through it.
Title from “8 (circle)” by Bon Iver, because this album is still ruling my life.
Haven’t I Locked Up My Failure, Wouldn’t I Be Last to See (AO3)
He stands in the garage, stock still like a statue, for what might be hours. Lyla must sneak herself out at some point. She can’t kick the old ARGUS habits, tending to appear from thin air more often than she knocks. It’s OK. It works for them. He doesn’t see her as much as he should, though, and it seems it’s always for something like this.
Oliver’s mind is racing, turning this latest impossible objective over and over in his brain, looking for an entry point. Breaking into a military prison is high risk, even for him, and he doesn’t really have much of idea on where to start. The only thing he knows for certain is that there’s no choice but to try. John would do the same for him. He has, in fact, several times over.
He’s weighing whether or not to call Felicity right away, to get her brain working as his fumbles through a fog of emotions – the most dominant being some kind of furious, loyal vengeance – but then he walks out to the central hub of the bunker, and there she is. She’s standing in front of her computers, staring up at one of the screens, looking as shell-shocked as he feels.