You weren’t sure if you
would ever find a way to repay Wanda and Vision for all that they had done for
your trio and all of the things that they had already taught them in such a
short time, but you couldn’t help but watch them in action, standing back and
out of the way as to not interfere.
Anthony was still looking at you with a strange expression, almost as if
it pained him to see you after the scene in the kitchen only a few hours ago. You worried that he would be the one to give
you away to the others, knowing that he was too young to be able to control
what he felt and said around you yet.
You would never choose one of your children as your favorite, but you
and Anthony seemed to already have a special bond between you; it was a bond
that you feared would now become your downfall.
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hates planes. (They make her nervous with the turbulence. The minor fact that
she’s 30,000 feet in the air makes her want to throw up.) She’s glad that
Diggle acquired a jet that didn’t look like a metal death trap this
time. With a few taps on her tablet, she lets the pilot know
the drop off location and the rendezvous point. She’s still nervous
flying in this plane. In fact, she might vomit all over the
pilot. Clutching her tablet, she turns her head back quickly, her ponytail
whipping her cheek. She looks at each of her friends gearing up, strapping
parachutes to their backs, and preparing to jump.
hates this part: sitting and waiting. This isn’t a new feeling. She has felt
this feeling every night. Every night Oliver and Roy walk up those stairs in
green and red leather. Every night John straps a gun to his side. Nights when
Laurel comes back with a wound. It’s a feeling that creeps up, settling in her
stomach, and rising to her throat. It makes it hard for her to breathe and to
speak; words on the tip of her tongue she can’t say.
She hates feeling
hopeless, feeling like she has done all she can for the plan to be set in
motion. She hates sitting on the sidelines wondering if one of them won’t come
back. What if they don’t come back, she thinks to herself. I don’t
want to be alone. I’m tired of being alone. With tears threatening to
surface, she looks at each of her friends. She wishes she could say something.
She wants so bad to tell them to be safe, that if they die she will not be
happy. But that feeling is spreading, clenching down on her throat.
heart begins to race when Digg looks at her. He smiles and nods at her. He
waits for her to smile back before jumping. Roy and Laurel step up to where
Digg once stood. Her heart speeds up faster and her palms begin to sweat.
Laurel can see Felicity is crying now. She moves to grab Felicity’s hand
and gives it a firm squeeze. Felicity squeezes her hand back, not wanting to
let it go.
only a couple thousand feet. Nothing to be afraid of right?” Roy jokes.
Felicity cracks a smile, looking at him with watery eyes. He gives her a
wink and then jumps. Laurel follows.
won’t look Oliver in the eyes. She knows if she does, nothing would stop
her from begging to call the plan off. He’s facing Ra’s Al Ghul again and he
may not come back for real this time. She’s so scared for him, for all of them,
and she knows he’s scared too. If she looks him in the eyes, nothing
would stop her from throwing herself into his arms, begging for him
to stay. So, she keeps her head down and stares at her lap. Oliver gets up from
his seat and stands by the door.
see you at the rendezvous point,” he says with a scratchiness in his voice. She
doesn’t look back at him. She can feel him waiting for her to say something but
she remained silent. She wants to tell him everything she felt in this
moment. I am scared. Don’t leave me again. I believe in you. I love you.
But nothing would come out. She choked on her tears.
she cried out. She feels like she can’t breathe. She can feel that feeling wrapping around her body, squeezing. She tries forcing all the
words out but all she says is, “Please…………please. Be careful.”
walks over to her and bends down to drop his bow. His hand caresses her cheeks
as he studies her face. Like he might not see her again so he’s making
sure he’s getting a good look at her. He wipes away a tear running down her
cheek. Then, with both hands, he brings her face to his and presses his
lips to hers. As their lips move together, all Felicity wants is to melt into
him and to not let him go. She can feel her lips tingle and the warmth
spreading throughout her body. For a few seconds, all their worries seemed
to fade away. Nothing mattered except them.
wanted to remember how good this felt and so did he. Felicity had to stop her
self from whimpering when Oliver pulled away. He presses his forehead to hers
and whispers, “Always,” and kissed her once more. He drew in a sharp breath,
hesitating before drawing away from her completely. He grabbed his bow and
lifted himself from the floor. When he reached the open door, he turned to
her. She held his gaze, not wanting to look away this time. He
opened his mouth as if to say something once more but he snapped it shut.
Instead, he jumped. A piece of her heart went with him too. A piece of her
heart went with all of them. All she can do now is sit and wait and ignore the
aching feeling in her chest.