"Take a left up here. That should bring you right up to the docks." Felicity instructed, following the ping on her tablet. It only took one well placed tracking device on the last masked intruder to discover the human trafficker's hideout.

"This place reminds me of the docks in Starling." Diggle noted as they turned into the Malibu docks.

"The layout's a bit different. Here's the satellite image." Felicity said, passing her tablet around the car. "There are far more boats here than in Starling, and the docks are longer with a corner."

Oliver nodded. "Where are the girls being kept?"

Diggle pointed to one of the cargo boats on the satellite image. It was the only one big enough to be seen from the car.

"According to thermal satellite imaging, they should be in this boat here, probably near the bottom of the ship. I'll direct you once you're in. It looks like there's about twenty-three guards on the deck of the ship, as well as five more waiting for you on dock. I'll scatter the ones inside with a false alarm. As long as you take them out before they alert the guards on the inside it should be a clean in and out." Felicity said. "And I have the police number on speed dial. The moment you're out of there and have recovered the girls, send the word and I'll make the call."

"Do you know how much I love you?" Oliver asked, admiration and pride shining in his eyes. He was constantly reminded of how strong his IT girl was. Turning the disappointment of Tony Stark into motivation to run a mission in an unfamiliar city was just one incident that revealed Felicity's strength.

"Show me by coming back alive." Felicity said with a quick kiss. "Stay safe."

"We will." Diggle promised, nodding.

The two exited the car as Felicity furiously worked on her tablet. Oliver faded into the right shadows as Diggle melted into the left.

Diggle grabbed the first guard in a stranglehold while Oliver knocked out the second one.

"There's one more on your left." Felicity alerted.

Oliver sent an arrow flying around the third man, wrapping him up in wire. "Three down." He muttered.

The two disappeared into the night again before taking down the final two nearest to the boat's entrance.

"Okay, there are ten on the deck now. Just give me a second..." Oliver and Diggle heard the ship's emergency alarm pierce the night air. "In about ten seconds, they should all be scattered below deck, trying to find the source of the alarm."

"You're brilliant Felicity." Diggle praised as he and Oliver climbed on deck.

"My brilliance appreciates the remark Dig." Felicity said. "Take the door on the port side of the ship. That'll lead you to the girls."

"What do we do now?" Oliver asked as they ran through the door.

"Take a right. There will be a set of stairs at the end of the hall. Go down and take a left."

Yells and gunshots bounced around the staircase. "We're going to get some company." Diggle warned.

Five men poured out of the door at the bottom of the stairs as Diggle shot his gun and Oliver his bow. The duo's deadly precision brought all five men to their knees. "How many more do we got Felicity?"

"There are about ten more scattered below deck. You'll meet three of them guarding the girls."

Diggle nodded. "Roger that."

Adrenaline pumped through Oliver's veins as he nocked one of his explosive arrows. Tension rumbled through his arms as he and Diggle zipped down the hall.

The moment they turned the corner he released it, sending the bow flying to the feet of the three guards and exploding upon contact.

The explosion bowled the men over, leaving the doorway wide open.

Diggle tore the door open and Oliver nocked another arrow.

A large room spattered with young women sat on the other side. Their ages ranged from teenagers to women in their late twenties. All of them cowered away from the door, terrified at who the two strangers were.

"We're here to rescue you." Oliver announced. "Let's get out of here."

The women hesitated, all of them waiting for another to move first.

Finally one of them stepped forward. A short blonde with fearful blue eyes. "Are you the Arrow?"

Oliver nodded.

The blonde fled towards him, wrapping her arms around Oliver in a hug. "You saved my Dad during the fight with Brick."

Oliver placed his arms around the girl, shocked at the forwardness. "No problem?"

The girl pulled away and beckoned the others with a wave. "Thank you."

"We have to go now." Oliver said, unsure of what else to say. He left the room with Diggle, leading the group of women out to freedom.

"Guys, we're going to have company." Felicity warned.

Oliver whirled around, but saw no threat in sight. "What?"

"He's here."

"Who?"

Diggle actually heard the blonde gulp before answering. "Tony."

Oliver stiffened. "Is that supposed to be good news?"

"I don't know." Felicity admitted. "Just focus on the mission. There's a group of three headed down the stairwell."

"Stay here." Diggle ordered as he and Oliver entered the stairwell first.

The gun sat in Diggle's large hands, worn to the point where it fit perfectly. Diggle fired at the first man he saw, embedding a bullet into the shoulder. Another shot pierced the man's leg, incapacitating him. Bam. A second man fell, clutching his right calf.

Oliver's arrow sprung out from the third man's chest. The wound was inches from the heart, but far enough for the recipient to survive.

Oliver called to the group of women, yelling at them to follow.

The group raced up the stairs, Diggle and Oliver leading the pack.

Screams and shouts echoed from above deck, accompanied by the sound of pulsating blasts.

"Stark arrive?" Oliver grunted.

""The remaining seven guards grouped together on deck." Felicity stated. "He's taking them all out."

Oliver growled. "Don't come out until we come back." He told the women before pushing open the door to the deck.

A white blast sped past Diggle and Oliver, missing them by inches.

Among the smoke and fire from the electricity stood Iron Man, poised for a fight. The moment he saw Diggle and Oliver he pointed a finger at them. "Stay out of my way."

"Out of your way?" Oliver asked, threats and warnings dripping off his tone.

"I'm trying to help here." Tony said, sounding like a child forced to share a toy. He sent a blast of light into the last standing man. "I can't help if I kill you by mistake."

"Well you're a little late." Felicity's voice bounced through Tony as clearly as though it had been Jarvis to speak.

"Smoak? That you?" Tony asked, eyes darting around the charts in the suit.

"Thanks to your tutelage, I was able to hack into Jarvis's mainframe and access the speakers." Felicity explained. "I can't control the suit or anything, but I can leave you annoying messages and reminders."

Tony laughed. "Are you sure I can't get you to work for me?"

"Not a chance in hell." Oliver growled.

"As I said before," Felicity said, plowing through Oliver's remark, "I am truly honored. But Starling's my home. Not Malibu or New York or Vegas."

"Guess I'll need to set up shop in Starling then." Tony said, vying for a reaction from Oliver.

"Okay enough of the alpha male preening crap." Felicity interrupted. "You three need to get out of there. I have a phone call to the police I need to make."

"Seriously? You guys call in the police?" Tony asked.

"We can't take care of the girls like they can." Diggle said. "We just move the justice system along faster."

"This vigilantism thing is weird." Tony stated with a shrug. "Pizza back at my place!"

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Oliver asked, as Diggle drove up to Stark's Malibu mansion once more. He took Felicity's hand in his. "We don't owe him anything. We can drive away and forget Tony Stark ever exists. We can even buy some pizza on the way back home."

Felicity nodded with steel resolve. "I'm sure. Are you sure?"

"I'm not the one who was so disappointed."

"Well, he did help us."

"After blowing us off." Oliver reminded. "We're even up."

"Last chance to back out Felicity." Diggle announced as they pulled up the driveway.

"I'm good Dig."

The three exited the car. The front door opened before they even had a chance to knock, with a grinning Tony in the doorway. "Glad you could make it. Figured you might be hungry after all that work. Nothing like fancy pizza after a job well done." Tony scrunched up his nose. "Actually, there's nothing better than Schwarma's after a job well done, but this isn't New York so pizza will have to do."

Tony turned to Felicity. They all knew that more than pizza was being offered. "I owe you an apology."

Felicity snorted. "Mm hmm."

"A Tony Stark apology does not happen often." Tony stated. "I know I let you down. I was...childish, I'll admit. Maybe even in the wrong. We both have different styles of working, but that doesn't excuse the way I blew you off. So, I'm sorry."

Felicity stared hard at Tony. All of the playboy swagger was there, along with a hefty size of carelessness. It was a look Oliver could pull off in his sleep, a look that was nothing more than a mask now.

But on Tony the look seemed genuine. Oliver might wear the look as a cover, but not Tony. 90% of Tony truly was a carefree billionaire, who wanted the finest things in life. Even among the other Avengers he was the odd man out, the one who never seemed to give a damn if it didn't benefit him.

It was that other 10% that had Felicity puzzled - why it never showed itself more. Oliver was brooding, serious, and never let anyone forget that he was a tortured soul, prepared to lay his life down at any minute. It was borderline soap opera.

On the flip side, Tony was laughable, joking, and always using humor to disable any situation.

Both men had faced a crucible, both men were heroes in their own right, but Tony was not the man Felicity had believed him to be twenty-four hours ago.

In short, Tony may have been smarter and more tech savvy, but in the end he was no Oliver Queen.

Finally Felicity nodded. "I'm in."

Tony clapped his hands. "Brilliant."

"With that resolved," Oliver added, "we have a deal. Between our two companies."

"A wise move," Tony said, shaking Oliver's outstretched hand like an eager child. "You won't regret it."

"I already do."

Tony only laughed as he ushered his guests into the mansion. "I'm quite surprised that you all managed to take out so many men with just a bow and arrow. I don't think even Legolas could even take out that many men."

"I'm not alone for one." Oliver said, nodding to Diggle and Felicity. "And I have a few trick arrows."

Felicity smiled, staring at Oliver as she spoke. "It's not always about having the latest technology."

Tony looked thoughtful. "Good point..."

"I'm glad to see you all back." Pepper said with a broad smile on her face. "I was worried that Tony pushed you too far."

"When we're pushed, we shove." Oliver replied.

Pepper shook her head. "It must be a superhero thing."

"Constantly looking for a fight?" Felicity asked. "Oh no. That's just be an immature, ill-developed male thing."

Pepper smiled. "That's definitely it."

"Hey! These 'immature, ill-developed males' have ears and are standing right here." Tony said.

"Well, while you're using those ears of yours, you need to go and set the table." Pepper ordered.

"Why can't Oliver do it?" Tony whined.

"Because he's our guest." Pepper stated. "Now get to it!"

Tony slunk into the kitchen, muttering something about building another AI to set the table for him.

As the others moved to the dinner table, Oliver pulled Felicity close, pressing a kiss onto her forehead.

Felicity laughed, sighing in content. "What was that for?"

"It's because a group of scared, terrified women are going home tonight because of you. They never would have been found if you hadn't pushed so hard to help them." Oliver whispered lovingly. "I need a reason to kiss my outrageously attractive girlfriend?"

"We aren't really big into the whole PDA thing. Mostly because once we start we have a hard time stopping. And then there's usually the paparazzi surrounding us. And the fact that Thea somehow always manages to interrupt us during the most sacred and uninterruptable moments. Even Diggle that one time. The next thing you know Barry or Laurel's going to walk in and then our lives will officially end and-"

Oliver stopped the rant with another kiss, this time on the lips.

"I really need to ramble more." Felicity moaned, deepening the kiss.

"The pizza's done!" Tony called.

"Pizza's got nothing on dessert." Oliver muttered.

Felicity shivered at the prospect before pulling away. "Mm, nope. This isn't our place. And we have three people wondering where we are right now."

"Let them wonder."

"Later." Felicity said, pulling a groaning Oliver back to the dining room.

"I'd like to make a toast." Pepper said, handing everyone a glass of wine. "To new friends."

"And partnership." Tony added with a wink. "It'll be great working with you. Next time I promise I'll be more cooperative."

Diggle raised an eyebrow. "Next time?"

"Yeah." Tony said, swirling around his wine. "Pepper and I have always wanted to see Starling."

Oliver choked on his drink, causing Felicity to pat his back. "What?"

Sorry again for the long update- admittedly, I forgot about this story until a few months ago. I felt like the ending was a bit off, but I wasn't sure how to end it. Hope you enjoy and maybe offer a review?

If I get ten asking for a one-shot sequel, I suppose that can be arranged. ;)