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The Care and Feeding of Training Assassins 1/3 - Captain Canary

Title: The Care and Feeding of Training Assassins
Fandom: DC’s Legends of Tomorrow
Rating: Teen
Pairings/Characters: Sara Lance/Leonard Snart
Summary: @gawkydoteficus prompted: FLUFFY PROMPT FLUFFY PROMPT FOR CC: Sara will forget to eat when she trains to Len starts leaving little snacks for her in her room/around the ship/in the training area?
Timeline: sometime during season one
Word Count: Overall: 4,186, This Chapter: 1,462
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Berlanti Productions, DC Entertainment, and Warner Bros. Television.
Betas: Thank you to angelskuuipo and shanachie_quill for looking this over for me.

Chapter One: Observations & Revelations

Leonard Snart considered himself to be an observant man, especially in new situations.

Being on board the Waverider with a group of strangers twenty-four hours a day wasn’t exactly a new situation - he’d been in and out of enough jails and prisons in his life that being enclosed with strangers wasn’t entirely new - but the general lack of hostility with these strangers was unusual. So he observed them.

One of the things that he’d observed was that Sara Lance liked to train. A lot. She’d been some kind of assassin, apparently, which intrigued him all the more. One didn’t generally associate gorgeous blondes with lethal assassination. Yet, that was exactly what Sara was.

Not that he could blame her for spending so much time training. There wasn’t a whole lot else to do on this ship.

Sometimes Leonard would offer to spar with Sara, to avoid his own boredom. She always readily agreed, despite the fact that she held back when sparring with him. Leonard tried not to be insulted when he realized what she was doing, but at the same time, he was grateful not to be on the receiving end of her full strength. He knew that she could kill him with little effort; which turned him on much more than it should.

Amongst his observations of Sara, he noticed that when she was training she often forgot to eat.

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Everything sucks.  I hate to be a major Debbie Downer but I can’t help it when your best friend basically turns into an evil ice queen and you’re forced to fight her.  Coincided with the fact that Barry basically caused Dante’s death from Flashpoint…. So, yeah.  Things have been less than ideal for me.

I think H.R. was noticing and sick of me emotionally eating Oreo’s so he invited me to a Central City Diamonds game.  I was not on board for the distraction. One: that’s something Dante and I used to do.  Two: H.R.  Enough said.  But he annoyed me enough to agree.  

With the help from his face modifier, H.R. was able to step out into the daylight as someone else.  I have to say it made him seem less annoying talking to someone without the face of Harrison Wells.  We did it up at the game – hot dogs, beers, nachos, I even splurged and got a foam finger, which H.R. eventually took.  To make it even better, the diamonds dominated in the game.  Winning!

H.R. then insisted I take him to an Earth-1 pub for a nightcap.  Without thinking we headed to McConnor’s Pub – one of my favorite joints that has some of the best I.P.A.’s out there.  But what I forgot was it was also my brother’s favorite spot.  I told myself that I would chug my drink and get the hell out of there.  H.R. had different plans – he insisted on playing every billiards game they had since they don’t have them on Earth-19.  Soon, hours passed and I found myself forgetting about the pain of Dante.  In the end, I actually appreciated H.R.’s gesture and his attempt to make me feel like myself again…just don’t tell him that.

Caitlin’s been a little bit frosty towards me as of late – apparently, outing your best friend’s deep dark secret can earn you the cold shoulder. It will take me a while to warm up to the idea of Caitlin being a meta-human, but regardless, I needed to show her she is still my best friend. What better way to rekindle a friendship than with a night out on the town?

We carb-loaded at Big Belly Burger before hitting some bars downtown. Caitlin wasn’t super into it – I guess she was just frozen in fear of what she might become and wasn’t able to let loose anymore. So I bought us some Kamikaze shots to get her to relax, which led to martinis, which led to Jack and Cokes, which lead to I-don’t-even-know what. Somewhere along the line, Caitlin forgot her woes and even rode the mechanical bull at some country-western joint where I stood out like a sore thumb.

We hopped from bar to bar and somehow ended up at a Mexican place which proudly declared it was home of “El Gigante,” a seven-pound burrito that’s near impossible to finish. Impossible for a regular Joe, maybe, but for two meta-humans? Challenge accepted.  Caitlin and I donned some protective bibs and plopped down at a corner booth, ready to tackle the beast (it couldn’t be any worse than a man who manipulates shadows, right?). Wrong. That burrito was a massive monster of melted cheese, meat, salsa, and something called “ghost peppers.” Holy Batman. Those peppers were hell. Literally. Two bites in and I started sweating. Not a simple shiny sheen like after a simple workout, but more like the nasty-Niagara-Falls-sweating-after-trying-to-keep-up-with-Barry sweat. I saw my reflection in the napkin dispenser go from slight blush to full on Hellboy. Luckily, Caitlin saw my plight and grabbed my hand just before I passed out. She blasted me with cold that cooled me right down. What would I do without her?

Together, hand-in-hand, we were able to finish the burrito. We had our picture taken (it’s now hanging on the wall just to the left of the bathrooms, which we both desperately needed after conquering El Gigante. TMI? Sorry.) and we both got dorky t-shirts to commemorate the event. I’m hoping our little adventure thawed some of the ice between me and Caitlin, but honestly, I’m not sure how much of that night she will remember. We did have a lot to drink.