Felicity POV

How did not know? For someone who has been leading a double life for a few years he really was oblivious to the world going on around him. I was sitting at my desk, texting with my sister when I heard him come through the door, late again. "You have a meeting to get to Mr Queen," I said, eyes narrowing at his look of shame, "it's a good thing you're executive assistant can get everything she needs for the meeting from company files" I said, voice laced with sarcasm as I handed him a manila folder filled with what he needed for the meeting. He looked at me sheepishly as he took the folder, "I'm sor…" he began but was silenced by me raising my hand "Save it for the meeting mister, now go" I said, as he was turning to leave, Oliver grabbed a hold of my hand, noticing the bruise on the top of my arm that had revealed itself from where I had hidden it this morning with my dress, "Is someone hurting you," he growled in a low voice, "No!" I said, maybe a bit too quickly – noticing my mistake and Oliver's continued stare, "I walked into the door, you know me complete clutz!" I added, smiling as Oliver, before re-raising my own eyebrow, "Oliver, lunch meeting! Go now!" I ordered him, before turning back to my computer and continuing with my work. Hearing his gruff sigh and retreating footsteps, I let out the breath I didn't realise I was holding as the Amber doors slid closed. I picked up my phone again and smiled, deciding that I was finished for the day, I left a note on Oliver's computer telling him that I would meet him at the Foundry later that night. After taking the elevator to the parking garage, I noticed that I had another message this time from my father, asking about my plans for the evening. Letting him know I was busy I made my way home. The 20-minute drive to my house was a quiet one – that I didn't usually make until much later in the night, but I needed to clear my head before heading to the Foundry. How could I have made that mistake; how could I have let him see that bruise! I got carried away with a training dummy and it hit me in the arm. I don't know why I don't just tell Oliver about the training, or my family…but he wouldn't understand, Oliver likes to think of me as his damsel in distress, a helpless IT girl that he could swoop in and save at the last minute, but that isn't who I am. I had thought about telling Oliver before, but he was dealing with too much personally, and probably wouldn't take the news well, my father being a corporate rival and all. Oh well, I decided on my drive home that I was going to train today, I had been slacking since I joined team arrow, though Diggle kept insisting on teaching me basic self-defence, something I learned from one of my sisters and my aunt years ago. On my note I had told Oliver that I would be at the Foundry by nine. Looking at the clock in my car, I saw that it was only two in the afternoon, I had four hours to kill before heading back out.

After in-putting the security code at the door of my apartment, I headed into my bedroom to change into something more comfortable, I decided that if I was training, I was going to do it properly, and settled on a tactical suit, as I hadn't trained in one for almost a month, and then headed out of my bedroom. There was a large painting in my hallway that had a plaque next to it detailing the history and artist of the painting. After looking at the large painting for a few more moments, I stepped forwards and slid the plaque to the side revealing the palm print and retinal scanners. After putting in my information, I slid the plaque back over and waited for the painting to swing open. Stepping through I made my descent to the basement section of my home.

Only the Six people closest to me in the world knew about this section of my home, not even Oliver and Diggle were privy to the information yet. As I entered the sub-level basement filled with the most cutting-edge computer systems and gym equipment, stuff that even Queen Consolidated Applied Sciences division had yet to dream up, was sitting in the bunker curtesy of my father. I made my way to the computers and input my passwords, waiting for the sound that let me know if anyone had tried to contact me in the last few hours. Satisfied when I saw that nothing new had come through, I headed over to the other side of the bunker that housed the gym equipment. Taking my time with my stretches, I happily begun my usual warmup routine before heading to the combat simulation section of the room. If only Oliver knew about this, I thought to myself as I swung my Katana through the holographic enemies that had been set up during my last update, he thought I was just a helpless IT girl that needed protection from the world, he didn't have a clue – who my father was, what my life was before I began working at QC, I would happily tell him, if he ever bothered to ask. After about thirty minutes of Katana work, I had completed the simulation and was heading towards were I had left my water bottle when I heard the beep of one of my computer programs, the one linked to the Foundry. It was a small convenience store being robbed, nothing that the arrow needed to handle, so I sent the information straight through to SSPD, before moving onto a hand to hand combat training with a dummy, I heard another notification on my system, this time from my personal network. Distracted momentarily, the swinging arm of the dummy came around and whipped me on the forearm, bruising almost instantly. Breaking stance, I headed over and tapped alert on the touch screen and waited for my decryption programs to work, checking for any tracking software in the process. 10 seconds later the message was displayed in full, it was from my aunt, asking if I could run a background check on a someone her team was looking for. As I set to work, I sifted through all of their phone records, transaction history and everything on the internet, from Facebook profile and high-school marks, to social security number, that was my specialty – if it was on the internet, I could find it. After compiling the information and sending it back to my aunt, I cursed when I saw the time, I only had an hour before I had to be at the Foundry, and I needed to be IT extraordinaire.

After freshening up and finding a light cardigan to cover both the bruise on my shoulder and the new one on my wrist. I drove back to the foundry where I found Oliver and Digg locked in a sparring match, Diggle nodded at me when I greeted them, and I got a grunt from Oliver before they went back to pounding each other into the mats, if only I could join in I thought as I set up my babies to run the search algorithms, taking off my cardigan without thinking when something popped up that made my stomach flip. They were here, in Starling. I felt a hand on my shoulder and jumped around to see Oliver, standing over my chair, he was about to ask about the alert when I heard a low growl, and suddenly my arm was in his hand. I looked up and saw murder in his eyes. My arm was in his iron grip, he and Digg were going to take this entirely the wrong way and think I'm even weaker. My fears were confirmed when he spoke again. "Who did this to you Felicity," Oliver asked, voice dangerously quiet as Digg came up beside him, I looked on in shock before standing up to level with him, "No one," I countered as he and Digg looked at each other pointedly, "I was in my house and I walked into the low floating shelf, the one that you installed in the hallway outside my bedroom, remember" I said to Oliver, eyebrow raised. Before he had a chance to protest there was a security alert on the monitor, and I sunk back down into my chair, trying to get the surveillance footage when I heard footsteps behind me. Quick as a flash Oliver had his bow and arrow drawn and was pointing it into the darkness. "Please put that down Mr Queen, we have much to discuss" said a voice from the shadows, a voice that I thought I wouldn't hear in person for a long time, causing me to freeze, "And we've got a mutual friend" he continued, stepping out of the shadows. Still frozen, I turned around and was faced with five people that I knew all too well. "WHAT IS GOING ON HERE" Oliver yelled in the arrow voice, "And what mutual friend" Oliver growled in addition, moving to block me from their view.

Shit. I thought to myself – I knew that this was bound to happen, that Oliver and Digg would find out about this part of my life during a time of crisis and I cursed myself for not telling them sooner. Pausing for a breath, I got up from my chair and forced myself between and in front of Oliver and Digg, taking a step forward Oliver tried to pull me back by the wrist, I turned and shot him a glare and he backed off. Pausing again for a breath, I faced the group of six – hoping that this wasn't a dream. "How do I know that it's you?" I said to the group, eyebrow raised like my aunt taught me. One of the group stepped forward, her new bangs framing her face "When we were seven years old, we decided that it would be a good idea to wear fuzzy socks under out dresses at a Stark gala so we could slide around the ballroom together" she said confidently, stepping forward to close the gap between us, "and we got so carried away that dad had to send us home with Happy" she continued. "We got in so much trouble" I whispered back to her, "I've missed you so much" I whispered as we wrapped each other in a hug, soon enough the other five members of my family joined the hug, much to the dismay of Oliver who still had his bow drawn, and Digg who just looked confused. I was still in the middle of a bone crushing hug from the members of my old team and family, "We miss you so much Flissy" the brown-haired girl said, and Oliver just lost it.

"PLEASE EXPLAIN WHAT IS HAPPENING IN MY SECRET BASE FE-LI-CI-TY" he yelled. Pulling out of the hug I looked from Oliver, bow still drawn to my family, "Oliver Queen, John Diggle, please meet my family, My uncle Agent Phil Coulson, my aunt Agent Melinda May, My best friend Agent Jemma Simmons, My other best friend Agent Leo Fitz, and my sister, Agent Daisy Johnson, of S.H.I.E.L.D" I said proudly, "they're my family, so we can trust them a hundred percent," I added firmly after viewing Oliver's face, he reluctantly lowered his bow as I turned to the group. "Now, business, I assume you didn't come for a social visit uncle Phil" I posed the question to Coulson, "No" he responded, "as much as I want this to be a social call Fliss we've got a situation, and I think you'll want to be sitting down to hear it," he said in his agent voice. Doing as I was told, much to the surprise of Oliver and Digg, I took a seat next to Jemma and Fitz, while May moved closer to where I was sitting. Oh boy I thought. "He's out," Phil said, looking at the ground, "Ward escaped custody and he knows where you are, we lost him after he booked a ticket to Starling," the pain in his voice was lost to me as I felt my chest constrict, and there was no oxygen left in the room. The only thing that kept me from falling was my aunt's hand on my shoulder, not talking but supporting. She had always been an anchor for me in times of crisis. Just as I was regaining the ability to breath, Coulson turned around again "I'm so sorry Fliss, it gets worse" he said, dropping completely out of agent voice and into protective uncle, "Cooper Seldon is with him, they're working together…I'm so sorry Fliss" he said, as I tried to process the information. When I put two and two together, I lost all composure, all I could manage was a strangled "NO" before my entire world began spinning. I barely registered the world around me "Who are those guys" I heard Oliver begin as my vision became spotty "and how do they know…FELICITY" was the last thing I heard as my head hit May's hands an inch off of the floor, and the last things I saw were her eyes flash with concern as the world faded to black.