1- Holding Hands
One word. Five Letters. Triad.
Right now, after a failed attempt at infiltrating their system, China White leading an angry mob of thugs right toward Felicity and Oliver after running through all 6 stories of the biggest mall in Starling. Felicity's feet were getting tired maybe next time on missions she wears flats or her sneakers instead of heels. This is ridiculous. She thought as she ran to an entrance to the roof as Oliver made sure she was getting up okay.
They sprinted through the roof to the other end before the triad had found them. Coming towards the end of the roof Felicity froze. It was a long way down. She froze and started breathing even more heavily then she already did. Felicity has a major fear of heights. Oliver glanced at her worriedly and looked down, like the macho one he was.
He looked over at her and sighed taking a grappling arrow and firing it and making sure it was snug. He spun her in to him, his big and muscular arm holding her tight.
With his hand he turned her to look at him. "Keep your eyes on me, okay?" He asked as she leaned closer giving him the nod to grapple. He jumped holding her tight as they stared at each other.
They landed on the pavement below in an alleyway 2 blocks away. As Oliver put her down he realized she was still gripping his hand tight breathing even more heavily. He could see her near tears as she shook even more. He sighed and pulled her close in a tight hug as she cried in his neck. He sighed and started to dig his face in her neck.
"You're alright Felicity, you made it, we're on the ground..." he whispered whilst shushing her and rubbing her back gently.
Felicity found it comforting and nice before she heard gunfire and was now being pushed onto the ground. Oliver quickly got the two of them up and whispered in her ear. "I'll finish comforting you at the lair..." She giggled slightly before running even faster to get out of their range. The triad was dumb enough to not bring grappling hooks.
