The Universe Awaits

The only thing Felicity knew about her doorman at SHIELD Hotel was that he was tall, had muscular forearms and was attractive. She also knew that he always made eyes at the gorgeous redhead at the front counter, Natasha, and that he had hearing aids that he always forgot to turn on if he turned them off.

She didn’t know that his first name was Clint or that he used to have an older brother named Barney or even that he was in the circus and knew martial arts like the back of his hand. She didn’t know that he liked whiskey over bourbon or country over pop or even he liked to climb through the vents instead of going through the front door like a normal person.

Still, Felicity had a massive crush on him.

But she knew that ever since the whole paralyzed thing happened, nothing was going to happen with C. Barton. Nobody wanted a paralyzed girl, especially not someone who was probably having sex with the gorgeous redhead at the counter.

Felicity had come to that conclusion two weeks ago and while it saddened her and made her more quiet than usual (something Digg and Oliver had noticed), she knew she had to get over it. So she bucked up and steadfastly ignored the handsome, muscular, kind doorman in favor of moving on with her life and helping Oliver with his campaign.

So here she was, pushing the GODDAMN BUTTON FOR THE DISABLED, and it wouldn’t open. The door wouldn’t open.

“Miss Smoak?” Felicity felt her upper body jump as C. Barton leaned over her and (shit shit muscular gorgeousness SOSOS helahp) opened the door for her. She felt herself blush and looked up at him with wide eyes.

“T-Thanks.” She stammered over her words like an idiot. C. Barton gave her a faint smile as she rolled into the hotel. Felicity saw the beautiful redhead raising her eyebrows at him and she immediately shushed herself, rolling over to the elevator.

Good job, Smoak, she thought as she pushed the button, make a fool of yourself in front of your doorman’s girlfriend. Idiot. The doors opened revealing another one of the patrons to be stepping off: Isabel Rochev.

Felicity kept her eyes forward and she rolled into elevator. She could feel Isabel’s cruel gaze as she turned the chair around and reached for her button. A tanned hand covered it before she could hit it.

“Smoak.” Isabel said coldly. Felicity flinched at the scathing gaze. “Oliver isn’t answering my texts.”

“I wonder why.” Felicity muttered. “Isabel, I need to get to my floor.”

“The only reason-” Isabel leaned forward with the iciest look Felicity had ever seen, “-that Oliver will not call me is because he’s still hung over you. No idea why, though.” Isabel’s eyes trailed to Felicity’s useless legs in disgust.

She felt her cheeks redden.

“That’s enough.” Isabel turned around where C. Barton was standing with a cold look on his face.

“Excuse me?!” Isabel said in a shrill voice.

“You’re not excused.” The redhead (Natasha?) said. She crossed her arms over her starched white button down and stared at Isabel with a scorching gaze.

“I’m sure your boss will be quite upset when he heard how disrespectful…” Isabel started with a huff.

“And I’m sure he’ll be quite angry when he heard how disrespectful you’re being to Felicity Smoak, the CEO of Palmer Technologies.” C. Barton retorted icily. “Leave. Now.”

Isabel looked from C. Barton to the redhead before finally huffing angrily and stomping away.

“You didn’t have to do that.” Felicity said quietly.

“It was either that or keep swooning over you.” The redhead scoffed. She looked over at him and glared. “Ask her out, you idiot.” With that, she stalked away with a sway of her hips. Felicity widened her eyes at him.

1. Barton looked highly embarrassed. “I...uh...please go out with me?”

Felicity help but grin. “I’d love to.”