Felicity tapped her manicured nails on her desk impatiently as the Wicked Bitch of the West- Isabelle Rochev- went on about the newest issue she had with the IT girl. Felicity was holding back every snarky retort that came to mind- snark would only get her more grief, she wasn't her father, she couldn't use it to worm her way out of things. Still though, the urge to completely roast the horrid woman that stood in front of her was strong. Luckily, she was saved before she could say something she could regret.

"Isabelle, please leave my secretary alone, she has important things to do," Oliver leveled a glare at the woman as she turned.

"Really? It seems to me Miss Smoak doesn't do anything around here but fulfill your sexual needs," she hissed. Oliver opened his mouth to say something when Felicity stopped him.

"You're just jelous because the last time you had sex, you had to pay him," Felicity bit. Oliver's eyes practically popped out of his head as Isabelle's mouth fell open. Diggle, who had been standing behind Oliver, held back a snort.

"Excuse me, Miss Smoak, but that is highly inappropriate!" she exclaimed.

"So is harassing a co-worker because you think she's a threat to you getting into her boss's pants," Felicity smirked and Isabelle stormed out of the room in anger. After a few seconds, Diggle died in laughter, quickly followed by quiet chuckles from Oliver and a bright red face from Felicity.

"Feel better?" Oliver asked, amusement clear in his voice. Felicity shifted in her seat, but couldn't help the smile from appearing on her face.

"Maybe a little." she admitted.

"I gotta admit Felicity, I did not know you had that in you," Diggle grinned. Felicity shrugged her shoulders and looked back down at the computer, wishing she could disappear. Did she seriously just insult someone with sex jokes? Was she twelve?! That was definitely her father's gross humor shining through for a second and she had to stomp on that spark.

--

"I do not want to make any business deals with Queen," Tony grimaced at the idea, causing Pepper to sigh in exasperation.

"Oliver Queen is not his father. For all we know the two of you could make the best of friends. I know you didn't like Robert, but that doesn't mean you won't like his son," she claimed, crossing her arms.

"Come on, Pep, can't you go without me? You're the CEO," Tony begged.

"I need you there to sign things... You know, Queen Consolidated is in Starling," Pepper reminded him. Tony turned to look at her.

"She hasn't spoken to me in two and a half years. You think that's going to change just because I show up on her doorstep?" he asked.

"It's worth a shot. Besides, It's not like you to have an issue with dramatic entances," she replied.

"This is different. She's different." he said.

"Tony, it doesn't matter what happened between the two of you, she's your daughter, you need to talk to her," Pepper insisted. Tony sighed.

"Is this the real reason you agreed to this meeting with that Rochev chick? To get me in Starling?" he asked. Pepper just grinned, giving Tony the answer he needed. He knew there was no talking her out of this.

"Fine."

--

It was a week after the whole 'Felicity finally exploded' ordeal and Isabelle was being even more callous than normal. Her hatred for Felicity had clearly grown. She didn't really care though, through the snide remarks and pointed glares, she was reminded of the one good thing about being a Stark- they were rubber. Anything anyone said bounced right off and onto the ground, if you had the ability to hurt a Stark, you had skills. Isabelle didn't have them. Still, Felicity groaned when the woman stormed into the room, her black heels clicking loudly on the marble floor.

"Mr. Queen, why aren't you in the board room?! We have a very important business meeting, did your worthless assistant not tell you?" she asked, gritting her teeth.

"There isn't a business meeting scheduled for today," Felicity replied, standing.

"Yes there is, do you ever do your job?"

"Yes, clearly you just didn't bother telling me," Felicity snapped.

"Either way, it doesn't matter, we should go," Oliver stood and gestured both women towards the place in which the meeting was being held. Felicity hated business meetings, being promoted (more like downgraded) to executive assistant meant taking notes and being quiet for two hours while Oliver and some snob discussed finances and other stupid things. She would rather die. It didn't help when she saw who was in the room.

"Oh, Mr. Stark, I'm so sorry for missing you, times got mixed up. I'm Oliver Queen, this is my executive assistant Felicity Smoak," Oliver held out it hand to the older man, but Tony's eyes had moved to Felicity the moment her name had been said. Pepper sat next to him, her eyes wide.

"I did not expect this," she muttered. Oliver dropped his hand and frowned, looking from Tony and his girlfriend, to his IT girl who was standing next to a confused Isabelle.

"Executive Assistant? That's what you did with your MIT diploma? Took a job getting coffee? I know you can do better than that," he said, it was meant to be friendly banter but with the way Pepper stepped on his foot he realized it had come out wrong. Felicity's eyes narrowed.

"I don't recall asking for your opinion," she bit out.

"Miss Smoak, you may want to watch your tone when speaking to men who's dog is worth more than you," Isabelle ordered. Tony turned to look at the woman.

"One, I don't have a dog. Two, don't talk to her like that. Felicity is worth more than you'll ever be," he glared. The woman's eyebrow went up but she quickly recovered.

"My apologies, should we get the meeting started?" she asked. Everyone nodded and sat down, Oliver not taking his eyes off of his friend, something was wrong.

"Gotta say, last time I checked, you wanted nothing to do with the Queen family," Felicity said.

"Last time I checked you wanted to be the first female president, not an assistant," Tony replied.

"I was fourteen,"

"And I'm still trying to figure out what happened," everyone in the room was taken aback by Tony's tone. It was sad, disappointed, longing, it held none of the snark he was so famous for.

"I'm sorry, do you and Miss Smoak know each other?" Isabelle finally asked, unable to contain her curiosity any longer.

"I should hope so. My sperm did help create her,"

Dead silence. That is what the room was filled with. Oliver and Isabelle were shocked, Felicity was afraid, Tony was annoyed, and Pepper was sad. All of these emotions collided and bounced off of each other, creating a ton of tension. Felicity turned her gaze from the table back to her father.

"Can we please stop talking about me and get on with the meeting?" Felicity asked. Oliver gave her a look that said they would be speaking later.

--

"Felicity make a note of that," it was almost half an hour into the meeting and Felicity was already dying, however, this was the first time Oliver had specifically told her to make a note.

"I just don't understand," Tony said.

"You? Not understand something?" Pepper asked, rolling her eyes.

"I just- how did you become an EA? The Felicity I knew would never, ever, become an assistant." he asked. Felicity groaned.

"I didn't want too, okay, but Mister pretty boy over here, not that I think your pretty, Oliver, not that you're not pretty it's just not what I was saying I mean- ugh- Olicer insisted on having 'someone he could trust' or whatever so here I am! Sitting at this stupid meeting talking to you, wanting to claw my eyes out!" she exclaimed. Tony's brown eyes now fell on the man that was wasting his daughter's talents.

"Really? The best thing you could come up with for someone of her skills was Executive Assistant? And this is why I don't like the Queens or their company! You make idiotic business decisions and now my daughter is suffering because of it!" he snapped. Felicity stood.

"Can we talk outside?" her voice was dangerously low, so Tony followed her out, head down like a scolded puppy.

"In a few minutes you are going to go back out there, I'm going to go home, and as soon as possible you are going to leave Starling City," she ordered, crossing her arms.

"Fee-"

"No, do not do that. Do not 'Fee' me. This is exactly why I left. I can't handle your arrogance and your need for control of everything. I like my life here, I'm okay with the job that I have, and I'm creating a name for myself. What I do not need is you coming in and messing everything up." she demanded. He sighed but nodded.

"If that's what you want,"

"It is,"

--

"I'm telling you Pep, something is wrong, the Felicity I know wouldn't take a job as an assistant if it was the last job on earth!" Tony exclaimed as he paced the sweet.

"To be fair, you haven't spoken in almost three years, even when you were speaking, your relationship was rocky at best. Are you sure you really know her?" Pepper asked.

"She's still my daughter. She's still a genius. It just- it's not right," he sighed, shaking his head. He quickly grabbed his Stark lap top and began typing. Pepper groaned.

"Anthony Stark, please don't do anything stupid," Pepper begged. Tony just waved her off as he typed.

"I'm just doing a background check on this Queen guy," he said.

"What's there to find out? His life has been plastered all over the news since he was six," Pepper insisted.

"Except for those five years he was on that 'island' and I'm still not convinced he was on the island the whole time," he said. She sighed and moved forward on the bed, putting her hands on his shoulders and rubbing them.

"Come on. Let's just go to bed. Maybe I can talk Felicity into lunch tomorrow." she tried.

"Aha! Did you know that the arrow showed up the day after Queen came back? Or-" Tony went on and on about all of the connections, linking Felicity's boss and the arrow.

"Tony-"

"Sorry, Pep, but I think I even know where his base is. I gotta see this," he said, standing up and pulling on a leather jacket, "You coming?" he asked.

"No. I'm going to bed," she sighed, moving to get changed into the bathroom, practicing patience with her boyfriend. He shrugged, oblivious, and walked out the door.

--

Felicity slowly swung her chair back and forth as she watched a sweaty Oliver do the salmon latter. She knew that he noticed her when she came in, she was just waiting for him to finish and interrogate her. Right now, she should be preparing herself for what she was going to say, but instead, she was focused on his back muscles as he moved up and down, up and down, up and down. He eventually stopped and hopped off, walking over to her. Diggle sat on the metal desk, watching quietly, Felicity having told him a few hours before what had happened.

"So, you're Tony Stark's daughter?" he asked.

"Correct."

"I thought you said your dad left when you were young," he said slowly. She sighed, nodding.

"He did. I was four, he came back around when I was thirteen and my mom died. Our relationship has been rough ever since. I mean, rough would probably be an understatement. He and I were constantly arguing he was such an egotistical jerk and sometimes I just wanted to smack him. Don't even get me started on the revolving door of sluts he brought in, I can't tell you how many times I woke up in the morning to find some blonde in nothing but his t-shirt! I mean don't get me wrong, there were good times too. He could be a good dad when he was trying, but that was off and on. And I mean he- Um, sorry, I don't even know why I'm telling you all this," she groaned and slid down in her office chair.

"How did no one ever find our about you?" Oliver asked.

"My dad may be a jerk who loves the paps, but there were certain things he wanted to be kept secret, and when he didn't want something in the press, he made sure it wasn't in the press," she told him.

"I just don't understand, why didn't you say anything?" Oliver asked. She narrowed her eyes at him.

"Apart from the fact that, until now, I haven't spoken to my father in over two years, you never asked. You've never shown an interest in anything outside of work, our night and day jobs," she said. Oliver frowned, realizing she was right, he never did really try getting to know her. He looked over at Diggle and thought of something.

"Wait... Did you know?" he asked. Diggle nodded.

"Yeah, man, I've known for some time," he said.

"I did too." Sara jumped in, moving down the stairs, "It's called conversation, Ollie," she said.

"Hey, Sara," Felicity gave the assassin a small smile. The two of them had been getting along really well, despite Felicity being jelous of her relationship with Oliver. Sara didn't know about it, and Felicity was just ignoring it, her feelings for Oliver weren't going to get in the way of a good friendship.

"So you bo-" Oliver was cut off when they heard the door open, Sara and Diggle had hands on their guns, and Oliver had is Bow drawn back, in seconds. Tony Stark smirked and they all lowered their weapons, deciding the super hero wasn't a threat. When Tony's eyes landed on Felicity, they widened.

"Wait, you're apart of this whole thing?!" he asked. She sighed and fell into her favorite chair, closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Don't you have an early flight to New York tomorrow?" she questioned, exasperated.

"What's the point of having a private jet if you can't choose when to leave?" he smirked.

"How did you get in here?" Oliver growled. He was exposed, to Tony Stark. The man can't keep a secret, he told the world he was iron man the moment he had the chance. No way he would keep this secret.

"Watch it there, Robin Hood, I'm not a threat," Tony said.

"Your secret is safe, Oliver. He can keep a secret when it's not his to tell," Felicity sighed, dropping her hand and staring at her father, exhausted. She had now seen him all of two times and she was already warn out.

"I can't believe this, Fel! Look, if you want to work with superheros, come to New York, the team misses you." Tony begged.

"Last time I checked you didn't want me anywhere near the Avengers," she snapped, did he not remember their last big blow out? The reason they hadn't spoken in so long?

"Well, only one of them, really. And I would rather deal with you and Cap than this situation!" Tony exclaimed.

"I can't believe we're even having this conversation. Since when do you think you have the right to decide what happens to me? You're not responsible for dealing with anything, Dad!" she exclaimed angrily.

"I'm just trying to protect you!"

"From what?! I sit in a basement working computers!" she shouted.

"Felicity, I want better for you. You deserve more than this," he practically begged her. Felicity looked at the other team arrow members and gestured for her father to follow her outside. Once they were out she began speaking.

"I'm sick of you trying to take over my life! You get no say in what I do! You already got what you wanted, okay? I left New York and I haven't been in contact with any of the Avengers. I ended one of the best relationships I ever had. What more do you want from me?!" she asked. Tony sighed, running his hands down his face.

"Felicity, I made sure you kept your mother's name. I never let the public know about you, especially after I became iron man. I didn't want you being bombarded by paparazzi or kidnapped by someone for ransom. When you started dating Cap, I was afraid his enemies would find out. We all have many people who want to hurt us. You're my baby girl, I can't see you get hurt," he sighed. Tears welled up in her eyes and she found herself embraced in his arms. After they stood there for a while, she finally pulled away.

"I'm sorry, Daddy, but I'm not leaving team Arrow. Helping people... It's what I was meant to do," she sighed. Tony sighed.

"Okay, just- just be careful, please. I can't lose you," he said. She nodded and turned to go back in as Tony walked the opposite direction.

"Hey, dad?" she called, stopping at the door. He turned.

"Wanna maybe go get lunch tomorrow?" she asked. He smiled.

"Sure, text me,"

2 days later:

Felicity typed away at her keyboard as Diggle, Sara, and Oliver waltzed back into the lair after a fight. She watched as Oliver stripped off his shirt and she saw the bullet wound on his back.

"Oliver! You have to be more careful!" she exclaimed, standing up to get the medical supplies.

"It's cool, I got it," Sara smiled, beginning to stitch Oliver up. It was something Felicity usually did and she hated having to sit back down and watch. Sara quickly finished and Felicity watched as the two shared a deep kiss. She looked away, sighing.

"Felicity, did you find out who that guy was?" Oliver grunted afterward, referring to the most recent criminal, they had been tracking him for some time.

"Not yet," she sighed, shaking her head.

"Felicity, it's been months! You haven't found anything?!" he asked. Felicity glowered at him.

"He wears a mask! There is no correlation between the murders or the robberies. It's all random! You try doing it!" she exclaimed.

"That's not my job, I need to know who he is so I can track him down. You need to get your head out of the clouds and focus!" he snapped.

"Are you kidding me?! Oliver, this is what I'm doing both day and night along side trying to be your perfect assistant and dealing with your double lives! If anyone has their head in the clouds it's you! You can't honestly tell me your relationship with Sara isn't becoming a distraction!" she bit back.

"Come on guys," Sara sighed.

"Sara and I have been doing our jobs the best we can with what little we have. We'd be better if you were actually contributing at the moment!" he exclaimed.

"Are you serious? Oliver, I have pretty much devoted my entire life to this team. I've taken a terrible job, upset my father, and am rarely home because I come straight from QT to here everyday. This has become my life. How am I not contributing?! You know what. Don't answer that. I don't care. Clearly I'm of no use here, so maybe I should just go somehwere else." she stood up, grabbing her bag, and stormed towards the door.

"Wait, Felicity-" Oliver's attempt to apologize was cut off by the metal door slamming shut behind the IT girl. He sighed looking up to see Diggle and Sara glaring at him.

"Dude, you really messed up,"

--

"Felicity?" Tony questioned, after opening his door to find his daughter standing there, makeup and tears running down her face. He and Pepper had decided to stay a few more days so that he and Felicity could spend some time together.

"I'll come to New York. I'll help with the Avengers. I'll take a job at Stark Industries. I don't need to be here anymore," she said, shaking her head.

"Fee," he pulled her into him as she sobbed. For her, leaving had been a long time coming. Oliver was already taking advantage of Felicity's devotion to him for a while. His relationship with Sara just made things even harder. She realized in that moment, that even if she hadn't made up with her dad, she would have left. Probably not to New York, but away from Oliver. Away from Team Arrow. Her mistake was allowing herself to be belittled and mistreated where she was. She couldn't do that, wouldn't do that. She was going to make sure that whatever happened next, she wasn't going to allow herself to be pushed around. Not anymore.