#notthatblonde

The little things peppered throughout the seasons, the training, the punches. Felicity’s got more than brains and a gorgeous...everything. Just because she chooses to utilize her best skills doesn’t mean she lacks others. Oliver could take the shot but she’s got this.

“ i don’t . “ she stops herself , eyes lidded for a brief moment as she proceeds to replace her statement with a more truthful one : “ i can’t fuck up . “ she let herself be reckless & it might cost them more than she is willing to lose . —- she’s tired , sick of taking chances &worsening already unfavorable situations . “ when i fuck up , people get hurt . “ with that , she averts her gaze & swivels her chair so as to face the screen yet again , elbows resting atop the solid surface in front of her as her head rests inbetween trembling hands . “ —— i don’t know how to fix this . “

     “ No wonder you’re breaking down, putting all        that pressure on yourself. “

There was no way in hell that James Buchanan Barnes was qualified to give ANY sort of advice, particularly when it came to GUILT or PENANCE. But that arrow guy was nowhere to be found, and this conversation was sort of happening NOW, so he was the best that she had.

He came to a crouch beside the computer chair, hands loose in his lap as he stared squarely at the side of Felicity’s head. She didn’t need to look at him, or even acknowledge his presence.

She just needed to listen.

     “ EVERYBODY fucks up. Even Captain America. But        you know what you gotta do? Learn from those mistakes.        ESPECIALLY the big ones. And realize that you can’t do        it all on your own. “

His hand ( the FLESHY one ), settled on her thigh, as warm as the smile on his face.

       “ You don’t have to do it all on your own. “