His year in Russia was a completely new kind of hell, with sporadic amounts of contact with his wife at best. Oliver should've known not to trust Amanda Waller. The temptation of a normal life, a normal life with Felicity at his side, a chance to maybe go home, to be able to correct his father's wrongs was all too much.
“And what exactly is Felicity’s assignment?” Amanda leaned back in her chair, and gave a little smirk, knowing that he had already agreed. And once Mrs.Queen completes her own assignment, she can leave too. “Well, you would have exhausted your value in this organization. “If you complete this mission successfully, I will let both you and your wife go.” “Mrs.Queen.” Amanda corrected, “And that is why I have an incentive.” “Yes, I know all about your relationship with Ms.Cuttler-” It's supposed to be a year long expedition.” Oliver scoffed at that, “You want me to infiltrate the Russian Mafia?” He looked at her incredulously, but Waller’s expression didn't change,
That was before Amanda Waller gave him his last assignment. A bright north star and all he could ever hope to do was follow her lead out of the darkness. She was everything that was light in his world. Oliver was sure Felicity was God's way of apologizing for everything he went through on the island. They both had jobs they could stomach because of each other, even if they didn't like them, and they were in love. The next two years they spent together, were wonderful. All Oliver had to do was scare their target shitless and then Felicity would swoop in and threaten every penny they had. He also realized that most people cared more about their money than they did about their body parts. But then she came along, ten months after Oliver was recruited, one of the Argus agents bought in a young girl of 20 years as their new weapon against anything tech, and Oliver had wanted to kill every last one of them for wanting to corrupt a soul that looked so pure even to a monster like him.īut Felicity surprised him, she kept up with Amanda Waller sometimes even better than Oliver himself could, and when they started pairing up for assignments, Oliver found out just how good she was.
Oliver had been the darkest he had ever been when they had met, having had to torture people for information on a regular basis. She had been a surprise, a reprise from everything that was dark and bad in his world with her bright smile and whip-sharp mind. He had met Felicity Smoak three years ago in Hong Kong when he had been, for a lack of a better word, recruited for ARGUS. She looked adorable, and Oliver had to bend down to kiss her to remind him that she was all his. Oliver looked at the woman sleeping next to him, blonde hair fanning around her pillow like strands of gold, her pink mouth soft and relaxed, brows scrunched only slightly as if she was still concentrating on something even as she slept.