A/N: Alright so this is my very first fanfiction and I thought the plot through a lot. I don't know if its that good yet, so any reviews are greatly appreciated. Please be honest, because I want to know how I can make it awesome for all of you to enjoy. I hope you guys like it, and I will be asking for insight in my A/N, so look out for those, too.

Disclaimer: I don't own Arrow, Avengers, Marvel, or DC.

Shelter

Felicity

She decided to walk into Macy's, even though she had checked the store twice already. She had to get this just right. It had been almost a month. A whole month since she and Oliver had been alone in the Foundry, and he had grabbed her by the waist and pressed his lips to hers, before she pulled his face down closer. She had kissed him back, even though she knew it was so wrong. The thing was that with Oliver, it all felt... perfect. They stood there for a good minute, before Felicity realized that the man she was kissing had a girlfriend. She had never felt that way when kissing someone, the butterflies almost exploding in her stomach. Yet she pulled away from the best kiss she had ever had, and looked away from him.

"Felicity, I… I don't know why... I did that..." And with the she ran. She almost flew up the stairs, while Oliver called after her and ran his hand through his hair. What had he done?

Luckily, the club was empty, so when Felicity reached the door and closed it, no one saw her as she broke down. She wanted him so bad, she needed him. His response to what had spun her head just thinking about, had been a response of regret. He had killed many people, but he had just killed her. He had torn her heart out of her chest and flung it at the wall. She was done. Done fantasizing and dreaming and hoping. He would never be hers, because he was Laurel's. He always would be and always had been.

After avoiding being alone with him for that whole month, she knew it was time to show him that she didn't care about that meaningless incident. Not anymore at least. She was going to go to that ball and she was going to look amazing. Now all she needed was a dress, her shoes, and a date.

Ugh, a date. She needed someone handsome and smart and nice. That's not too hard right? Wrong. It was impossible.

As she made her way to the dresses section, she saw a champagne pink dress hidden in the back. It was beautiful and elegant and perfect. Yes, she thought. Now to get her shoes.

When she found the perfect black peep toe platform pumps. As she was going up the escalators, she was on her phone, and accidentally dropped it on the escalators going down. She raced to the top, to go down the opposite stairs, and when she reached her phone, someone was staring down at her. She froze when she saw combat boots similar to Oliver's, but sighed with relief as she noticed that it was not him. Instead, she stared up at a dirty blonde-haired guy that smiled down at her. He was muscular and tall. His breath-taking blue eyes, had a life all on their own.

"Are you okay there miss?" he said. Even his voice was deep and musical. The amused look still in his eyes. "I'm sorry," he said as he helped her up. She stared dumbfounded at how perfect he was. "Hello? Um, do you need help? Are you ok?" he said as she snapped out of it.

"Sorry, I do that a lot. I didn't know what to do when I dropped my phone, I could have just asked someone to grab it, but I didn't want it stolen, so I just went after it, and here I am, standing here, with you and you are so pretty…" She whispered the last part as she realized what she was saying. "Felicity." Was all that she managed as she extended her hand for him to shake. "I do that a lot too."

"Steve, Steve Rogers." He responded. As he took her hand, she felt all warm inside. Almost as warm as she was on the outside. As her blushing subsided, she thanked him, before turning around to walk away. She shielded her face as she walked away. When Steve looked down, he saw her phone and called out to her.

"Felicity!" he exclaimed as he walked towards her. She turned around immediately, and pulled her hands down from her face. She sighed and smiled at him. He smiled back without thinking, too, as he handed her her phone.

"Thank you so much. I swear, sometimes I wonder how I'm still alive." He smiled a little bigger at her remark, and so did she. "Okay, well I'm gonna leave now. It was really nice meeting you Steve." she said as she regretted leaving his company so fast.

Steve thought that too, so he said, "Wait!"

"Yea?" she whispered.

"We could go out for coffee, if you don't have to be anywhere?"

"I, uh… um yea? I mean yes. Yes."

"Alright, great, good. I just have to pay for this stuff and we could head out." He said a little nervous and unsure, adorably, Felicity noticed.

"Yea, I have to pay for this stuff too."

"Ok." He said as he gave her a little half-smile that melted her insides.

She just then noticed that he held a couple of dress shirts, and v-neck t-shirts. The colors were only black, red, blue and white. He also had a bunch of jeans and a box of sneakers, as well as a pair of dress shoes. He was so perfect, that she pinched herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming. When the finished paying, they walked over to the Starbucks that was in the food court a couple of yards away. As they made their way over, he asked her about herself, like where she worked, if she lived in Starling City, and for how long. And when she responded to his first question, Oliver Queen didn't even cross her mind.

"What about you? Where do you work?" She asked.

"Well, I served for a couple of years, but now I work for the government. I can't really talk about it too much though." He said apologetically.

"Oh." She managed to say. Well so much for perfect. Having to keep secrets was not what she wanted to hear. Coming from him made it a little bit better though, she had to admit.

While they gave their orders at the counter, she checked her phone to get a text from Oliver.

Come to the Foundry, we have to talk.

-O

She responded with a grin on her face.

Sorry, can't. I'm on a date.

-F

She looked up at Steve, as he was handing the cashier the money.

"Oh no," she said. "I've got it, you don't have to pay for me."

"You're right," he leaned down beside her and whispered, "but I want to." His minty breath made her shiver as he whispered in her ear. No, he was definitely perfect."

As they made their way to a small table off to the side. It was just then that she noticed his clothes. His muddy combat boots, were part of a whole muddy mess. His cargo pants had the dry mud at the bottom, and his white and dirty t-shirt were partially covered by a dark brown leather bomber jacket. She swore that he looked like he had just came from the 40's or something. She hoped he wasn't some other vigilante that had come to town.

"So, why are you're clothes dirty? Sorry, I didn't mean to sound rude, it's just that I just now realized the way you were dressed. Its not like I imagined you naked, I just disregarded your outfit." Oh boy.

"Oh, that. Yea I was just training, and with the rain, it got kind of messy." He said as he pulled up the side of his jacket.

"Training?"

"Yea, for my job. I do a lot of fighting, you know, with bad guys."

She just smiled at him. He was so cute.

"You should give me your number?" she found herself saying.

"Oh yea," he said, "let me just see if I can remember it. I just got a phone a few days ago." As she handed him her phone, he typed it in for her. She wondered how he was a grown man and had barely gotten a phone. Didn't most ten-year-olds have phones nowadays? He handed her back the phone and said, "Alright, I think that's it."

"Thanks," she managed as she snapped out of her thoughts.

They continued talking for about an hour and a half, laughing and talking. She hadn't been out on a date that had gone that well in a long time. She told him about what she did, and he tried to tell her as much as he could about his job. She was starting to wonder if he thought this was a date too, but when he asked her if she was single, she figured that he had to think this was a date. She then asked him as well, and he said that he had left a girl back home, but he didn't think that he would ever see her again. Bad news topped off with good news. At least good news for Felicity.

When he looked at his watch and saw the time, he apologized saying that he had to get to work, to which she admitted that she also had to get to work. When they were getting up, he looked at her.

"I had a great time today, I hope I get to see you soon." The second part he said with a hopeful half smile to which she nodded and grinned back. He reached over to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. A perfect gentleman.

They said their farewells, and as Felicity walked over to her mini, she smiled like an idiot at what had just happened. Maybe finding a date would actually be as hard as she thought it would be.

On her way to Verdant, she remembered her cellphone and her earlier conversation with Oliver. She parked her car, and headed into the club as happy as she had been all month.

Oliver

He wasn't sure how long it had been since he had kissed Felicity, but he realized that Laurel was the love of his life, and he couldn't let her go. He knew that he had to talk to Felicity about it, so he asked her to head over to the club. He couldn't stand her avoiding him, because the fact of the matter, was that she and Diggle were his best friends. He needed that in his life as much as he needed her in his life.

Just as he got a response from Felicity, Diggle walked in.

"Oliver, what is up with you and Felicity? Don't tell me that it is nothing, because I know damn well that there is something going on."

Oliver heavily sighed and told Diggle what happened. Dig had turned around, so he couldn't see if his bodyguard was upset.

Upset was an understatement.

"How the hell could you do that to her?! What was the point in that if you knew you loved Laurel. What is wrong with you? And why did you say that after you kissed her? You my friend, are a jerk."

Oliver kept his head down during the whole lecture. He knew that Dig was right. Sadly, he always was.

"Yea, I know" was all he spat as silence filled the basement. "I have tried talking to her, but she has been incredibly good at dodging me." That was when he remembered that she had texted him back. He checked his phone, as Diggle continued to yell at him.

Sorry, can't. I'm on a date.

-F

He frowned at the phone. Felicity never really went on dates. He texted her back saying:

Ok, maybe later then.

-O

It was more of a statement then a question, and he shoved his phone in his pocket. He waited for her to get back impatiently, wondering why now. He thought maybe she was doing that to get back at him.

She wasn't.