Adventure Awaits ~Oliver Queen fanfiction~

Matt Istook

Chapter Eight:
|Matt Istook|
Wanda's Pov

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" I asked Oliver as we were heading to the destination he asked Laurel to meet us. Oliver was in front of me.

"What makes you think this isn't a good idea?" Oliver asked me as he was climbing the rails and I was slowly levitating off the ground heading towards to the direction Oliver was heading.

"Maybe the fact she's your ex-girlfriend, the daughter of the police, oh and a attorney."

"Laurel is a good person. She wouldn't let an innocent man die."

"Okay, what if she tries something on you and makes you reveal your identity?" Oliver stopped climbing with his back turned towards me.

"I know Laurel, she wouldn't do that." Oliver finally turned to me about to continue climbing.

"How do you know that Oliver?" I said in a concern voice.

"Laurel hasn't changed."

"Is this Oliver Queen talking or The Vigilante?"

"Wanda. I just know Laurel wouldn't do that. And besides I'm being extremely careful about my identity, it's you I'm worried about." I was taken back and looked at him with a surprised face.

"Excuse me?" Oliver finally reached the top of the building and I landed next to him.

"Wanda, no offense but you're a celebrity. Everywhere we go someone recognizes you, why do you think I was skeptical about having as my partner."

"So... what? You want me to change my appearance? My voice? How I walk, how I chew. What Oliver?!" I began to raise my voice and I felt my eyes glow feeling my anger rising. Oliver stared at me.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Maybe we can change your appearance and your accent." I raised an eyebrow.

"Is there something wrong with my accent?" Oliver widen his eyes and began to stutter nervously.

"N-n-no. I didn't mean... like that. I just um meant that, your accent is what gives you away. I know the perfect person to go to after our meeting with Laurel." I sighed annoyed and nodded.

"Fine." I heard someone coming from a distance, their mind is extremely loud.

"What?" Oliver asked.

"She's here." Oliver and I walked to where Laurel was standing, her back was turned to us. She immediately turned around when she heard our footsteps.

"I got your message. Is there a reason we can't do this face to face?" I glanced at Oliver but he ignored the question.

"You've met with Peter Declan."

"You we're right. He might be innocent. Declan said his wife blew the whistle in Brodeur the day she was murdered."

We were right.

I told Oliver in his head and he nodded.

"Then we need to get whoever she told about Brodeur to testify." Oliver walked with his head down and Laurel passing him.