Felicity looked up at Slade who was still holding his hand out. She stood up without taking it and glared at the man in front of her.

"I am not going to hurt you … but if you do not trust me or come with me they will find you" Slade said in a serious tone. His face had grown older and he looked worn out. He looked exhausted and Felicity did not pity him one bit.

"Like you, you mean," she said in anger, her white dress had crumpled, dirty and began to tear. She clasped it tightly against her petite frame, afraid that it was going to fall off.

"Ms Smoak … come with me" he says again holding out his hand. Felicity looks at it and his hand, she was a difficult position. She could not trust Slade as far as she could throw him, however, if he wanted to kill her surely, he would have done it by now. Or allowed the others to kill her. She knew what his gameplay was. Of course, he wanted to kill her, he would not hesitate but if it was one thing she had learned about Slade Wilson was that he always wanted an audience. Oliver. So, she had to play along with him for now, he would get her out of this mess until Oliver showed up.

"And where exactly are we going?" she asked not taking his hand but brushing past him.

"We need to find shelter, it will begin raining soon, given the choice of outfit you will freeze to death …" he stated as he put his sword back behind his back.

Felicity and Slade had been walking for the past hour or so and her feet were becoming sore. They had given her sandals to wear and she could feel her feet bleeding from all the twigs that she was stepping on. Slade did not slow down for her and speak to her, he kept on walking and she followed, she was tired and wanted to desperately stop. She was definitely sweating and could feel the back of hair become matted. Despite her exhaustion, she refused to speak to Slade or ask how far away they were from their destination.

Slade stopped and Felicity immediately recognized where they were. The fuselage. "You will find a hoody inside and I believe some appropriate footwear" Slade said to her.

Felicity began to look round and spotted a familiar green hoodie, which she was sure belonged to Oliver from when he was last here. She quickly put in and was grateful that it covered a lot of herself, not to mention that it quickly offered her the warmth that she had only realized now that she needed. Felicity then looked in a chest and found a pair of black boot and took them out, she looked around and found a pair of black jeans too and took those out again. She was glad that should get out of that ridiculous dress. She wondered who the clothes belonged to and her thoughts were answered when she saw Slade looking at the pieces. Shado. They belonged to Shado. She rolled her eyes and looked at the older man, "Can I take these?" she asked.

Slade was shocked that the woman had asked, it was strange seeing those out, yet he nodded. Felicity stood up and looked at him and clenched in teeth. "Can you …" she pointed and spun her finger around gesturing for the man to turn around. Slade followed as instructed and turned around allowing her the privacy that she needed. Once she changed the only thing left to do was put on the shoes. She grunted and fell over when she looked at her feet with a shocked gasp.

"Are you ok?" he asked softly.

"Fine" she bit back as she sat up properly and looked at her feet.

"Allow me … please" Slade said as he took out a first aid kit. He took hold of her foot and began to clean them as Felicity bit her lip from the stings. He carefully bandaged them up so they did not give her discomfort when she put the shoes back on.

When she did she stood up and looked at Slade. "Thanks," she said quietly but loud enough for him to hear her.

"Rest up, I will be making some dinner, you are safe here, I have put up a safety perimeter" he explained. Felicity nodded as she found a makeshift crib and laid down. She had intended not to fall asleep with the psychopath who was near her, but her body had betrayed her. She was so tired that she had passed out completely the moment she laid down. She could only assume it had been a few hours because it was dark and raining but when she woke up she saw that a fire had been lit outside under a harp offering heat into the tiny place they were staying. Slade stood guard and faced her when he heard her wake up. He handed her a plate with some berries and some meat.

"How is the kid?" he asked.

Felicity shook her head, "no, you do not get to ask me about Oliver" she said in a harsh tone.

"Fine, what is happening, why are you here?"

"The Bratva kidnapped me …" she answered as if he had asked the most stupid question ever.

"Why?"

"I don't know" she snapped as she played with the berries on her plate.

"Like I said, Ms Smoak, I mean you no harm, I need to know what is happening to help you …"

"Why… why are you helping me, let me guess? God forbid you somebody else kills me, you want to make sure I do not die so that you are the one to kill me and put on a spectacle for Oliver."

"I made many mistakes whilst under the influence of the Mirakuru, for a long time I can see clearly, I am truly sorry for what I did to Oliver".

If Felicity had not known any better, she would actually believe him. But she did. She knew better.

Once the storm had settled outside, not the storm that was created between Felicity and Slade, Slade grabbed Felicity harshly and put his fingers to her lips. She understood what he meant, he had watched one of his perimeters let off some smoke on the east side and he knew that they needed to leave. He took Felicity's hand and this time she allowed him as they ran off. It was dark and Felicity could not see a thing. She wondered how Slade saw anything not to mention the fact that he only had one eye.

"Pretty Dove" a voice called out really loudly with all intent for Felicity to hear. Her body froze, she had no idea what it really meant but she was scared. They had attempted to attack her on two occasions now.

"I won't let anything happen to you," Slade said as if he read her mind.