Athena and the League of Assassins (An Arrow: Season 3 Fanfiction)

Chapter 21: This Is The End... For Now

At the hideout... (Evelyn Queen's POV)

'Some of the STR markers on the DNA sample have degraded,' Caitlin said, eyeing up the arrows that had killed Sara Lance, then she packaged them away carefully, 'but I've got a computer back at the lab that I think will help fill in the gaps.' 

'Thank you, Caitlin,' Felicity said. 

'I'll let you know as soon as I have the results,' Caitlin replied. 'I'll call this time.' 

'It's cool,' Roy chimed in. 'You guys are fun.' 

'So are you,' Cisco replied. 'Well, you could be if you realised you were working under a nightclub.' Oliver tapped him on the shoulder as him and Barry walked past, followed by myself. 'Oh, did you guys take care of business?' 

'Digger Harkness is now cell mates with one Slade Wilson.' 

'We've got a Pipeline, he's got a gorgeous tropical island,' Barry chimed in. 

'With the landmines,' Felicity and I said at the same time. 

'Hmm?' Caitlin asked. Oliver gave the two of us a look. 

'What?' Felicity asked. 

'It's a long story,' I chimed in. 

'What's this?' Barry asked, bringing our attention to the spare mannequin in the room, in a glass case, next to mine. 

'Oliver helped me put that in while you guys were at the hospital,' Felicity replied. 

'Wait, this is for me?' 

'For the next time you're in town,' I said, coming to stand next to Oliver. 

'There'll be a next time?' Barry asked incredulously, a smile growing on his face. 

'I'm still calling the shots,' Oliver replied with a smirk. 

'We'll talk about that.' 

'Yes, we will,' I spoke. 'And then he'll call the shots.' Barry smiled at us. 

'We got a gift for you two, Oliver, Evelyn,' Cisco said, coming over to a workbench, where two boxes sat. He opened each of them, revealing a reddish black suit and a green suit side by side. 'Early Christmas presents. Turns out STAR Labs' industrial fabricator was based out of Starling, so...' 

'Ooh,' I chimed in, picking up my suit, Oliver following suit. 'Snazzy.' 

'Polymer Kevlar weave,' Cisco said. 'It's 25% lighter and can carry 15% more gear. I've got designs I'm working up that I'm really excited by.' 

'It's... subtle,' Oliver remarked. He gave Cisco a warm smile. 

'I wanted to replace the hoods, but Felicity said they had sentimental value,' Cisco remarked. We both looked at her, and she smiled softly. Oliver and I both turned back to Cisco. 'Thank you.' 

'Anytime,' Cisco replied, returning the smile. 

'Thank you,' I echoed. 'You guys headed back?' 

'It's possible that Dr. Wells didn't sign off on us leaving town,' Caitlin said, making a face. 

'Hey, do you still, like, take the train?' Roy asked Barry. 

'Sure, if I feel like taking a nap.' He nodded towards the archer standing next to me. 'But Oliver and I have some unfinished business to take care of first.' 

'You guys aren't going to punch each other, are you?' Caitlin asked worriedly. Barry smirked and looked at Oliver, who said nothing, letting a brief smile flash across his face. 

Later (at an abandoned warehouse)... 

'You could have invited everybody, they'd like this,' Barry said as the archer and the speedster walked together. 'Including your sister.' 

'Well, no, they would love this, but this is just for the two of us,' Oliver replied. 

'You mean, the one of you. This was your idea.'

'You can't expect me to believe that you don't want to know, once and for all, who would win - me or you.' 

'You mean if you don't shoot me in the back.' 

'You got to get over that, Barry,' Oliver scolded lightheartedly. 

'Ok, I have superpowers. You have arrows that run out.' 

'I have strategy and tactical awareness,' Oliver shot back. 

'When I'm fighting you, it's literally like you're standing still.' 

'That's tough talk, you ready to back it up?' 

'Oh, yeah. Hey, by the way...' 

'Yeah?' 

'You were wrong,' Barry said, making Oliver stop and turn around. 'When you told me I could inspire people, you said you couldn't. But you were wrong - you can inspire people. Not as the Arrow. That guy's a douche. But as Oliver Queen. So can Evelyn.' 

'Thank you,' Oliver said. 'Since we're sharing, you were wrong too.' Barry's face morphed into confusion. 

'When?' 

'Right now. Because you think you can kick my ass. I can tell.' He walked away, readying himself for the match. 

'Alright, well, if you can kick mine, you better do it fast.' 

'I get it, Barry. I get it. You're fast.' Barry sped away to the other side of the large area, already in the ready position. 

'Ready...' 

'Set...' Oliver launched several arrows, both of which Barry caught, then he launched more as Barry sped towards him, the match beginning.