olivarry rights

The sound of the thug's body slumping to the ground was heavy and dull as Oliver stooped to pick up his discarded bow. The mission had gone sideways, forcing Team Flash and Team Arrow to scramble. It had taken some time to dispatch all the hired muscle at the site, which made Oliver wonder why Barry hadn't just done a little clean-up himself.

"Everyone okay?" Spartan asked as he straightened his sleeves and corrected his helmet.

"Good here," Black Canary replied. She spit a bit of blood to the side and scraped it with her foot to disguise it among the various smudges on the concrete.

Even Frost had assisted with Team Arrow's small blitz on the operation, and stood with her arms crossed in front of her, not a hair out of place. "Looks like we're done here."

"We should check on Team Flash," Diggle suggested.

Oliver nodded and checked his comms. "Flash? Vibe?"

No response.

"Flash. You there?"

Still no response.

A cold shock hit Oliver's spine. "Barry?"

No response.

"Overwatch-"

Felicity "I just checked the logs. Their comms both went down right before you guys hit the ground. They've been silent since."

Oliver gestured to Diggle and the downed guards. He just nodded in reply as the Green Arrow turned on his heel and made a mad dash toward their friends' last known location. Despite just having taken on a baker's dozen armed men, adrenaline kept Oliver's feet moving as quickly as they ever have. The thumping in his chest was from a mixture of exertion and concern - even if Cisco was around, downed comms were a bad omen, especially when the rest of the group could still use theirs.

Please be okay.

This team up had been Oliver's idea. If, somehow, Barry had been ambushed on their side of the operation, he'd never forgive himself.

It didn't take long at Oliver's foot speed to reach the secondary location where they'd staked out earlier that evening, only a few minutes. With each minute that passed, however, Oliver's breathing became heavier and his chest tightened. He kept trying the comms, but no one answered, contributing to the building anxiety in the back of Oliver's mind.

Finally, he rounded a corner to find a gaggle of guards roped up together and unconscious, the arm of the operation completely dismantled, but no sign of Barry or Cisco. Now Oliver was near panicked. If they'd been able to round up the guards like this, what happened to them?

"Flash!" Oliver searched the area in earnest, to no avail. His heart wouldn't slow down. A cold heat rose up behind his ears as panic seeped in. "Vibe!"

No response.

"Flash!"

"Yo!"

Oliver turned toward the source of the voice to see Vibe and the Flash casually approaching the scene. Oliver held back a smile at the sight of Barry in his bright red suit, but the desire to smile evaporated when he saw the speedster carrying an armful of street vendor tacos while he munched on one in his free hand. Cisco had one in each hand, as well.

Oliver nearly threw his bow to the ground.

They.

Were.

Hungry?

"Hey, Arrow," Flash said as he swallowed a chunk of taco. "Something up?"

Oliver fought every urge to deck the man in front of him. "Your comms went down."

Vibe checked his earpiece. "Ah, yep. Vibrational disruption. Sorry. That one's on me. Sometimes my powers can dislodge electrical components."

"And the tacos?" Oliver asked, crossing his arms.

Barry gave a little shrug, his face akin to a deer in headlights. "I was hungry," he said, his voice small.

Cisco looked between Oliver's furrowed brow and Barry's wide eyes, cleared his throat, and excused himself. "I'll, uh, just go fix my earpiece."

When he was out of earshot, Oliver allowed himself to relax. His heart was still hammering pretty hard in his chest, but at least it had slowed. He was going to get a headache from the adrenaline, he could already tell. "Barry."

"Sorry, Ollie. I didn't know the comms were down. I would have said something."

It was hard to be mad at Barry as he stood there, wrapped up tacos filling the crook of his arm, innocent regret filling his eyes. Oliver smiled, probably a little too much. "I know." He wanted to hug him right there, but he settled for patting him on the shoulder. There were still thugs on the scene, after all.

"You were worried, weren't you?" Barry asked.

"More adrenaline from you not answering than taking down the bad guys," Oliver replied.

Barry grinned. There was something in that smile that Oliver didn't like. "You were worried," he said, his voice lifting a little in the middle.

Oh, no.

"No."

"You like me-"

"Stop."

"You love me, you wanna kiss me-"

"I will shoot you in the back again."

Barry cackled as the two of them made their way towards Cisco. "Oh, it's like that?"