Adrenaline was fueling her system now. Adrenaline and a shot of blood-draining fear. But when Natasha reaches up from behind her, guiding her hand, pushing her arm and her gaze up simultaneously, Felicity feels the same empowerment as when she took her first shot.
When she breathes and shoots, just like Natasha said to do, the blast hits the droid right in the mouth and Felicity just screams with joy. “AHHHHHHH! I did it. Oh my god I did it.” It’s sudden and unexpected, and Felicity actually lifts her left hand up over her mouth, eyes wide in surprise.
She’s grateful, so grateful really, that Natasha was on this mission with her, and she’s about to tell her that — Felicity’s mouth was already half open — when ‘No celebrating yet, look at me,’ cuts her off.
Close combat. She wasn’t ready for this. Shooting a blaster was one thing, but the closest combat Felicity’s seen was stabbing someone with a needle. And then she promptly ran the hell away. But right now, Natasha gives her too much advice. She needs all of it, but she's already worried she can't remember it all, especially with a metal fist aiming her for her face.
And who knew whether the next droid was also going to spontaneously light on fire?
But Natasha's advice about using someone's weight against them resonates the most. Holstering her blaster, Felicity gives Natasha a firm nod before saying: “And I’m small, so I have to use my entire body, not just my arms.” Sara taught her that, but Felicity doesn’t actually know why she says it out loud right then — maybe it was because she wanted Natasha to know she was taking this seriously, or that she wanted to prove she wasn’t a total novice.
But then the redhead says the most important thing Felicity needs to hear in this upcoming fight. 'I'm not going to let anything happen to you.' Felicity believes her.
“Hey,” She isn’t calm or ready, but Felicity smiles a little as she grabs the robotic hand. “Everyone has hobbies.” It doesn’t even register as odd anymore when people around her suddenly have more expertise than they should have in certain areas of life. Starling City had made that her new normal. But there wasn't any more time to talk.
There’s a loud swooshing sound from across the room as the simulation opens a pair of large, sliding doors. Two new, unharmed droids come walking out, taking in their surroundings. Natasha and Felicity have gone through this twice now and each time it starts the same way.
The droids come out — their stiff joints pivoting and then straightening, their heads rotating clockwise then locking into place. They’re harmless at the moment, until- there it was - their eyes flicker to red. It was the on switch. Simulation a-go.
Felicity lets Natasha take the lead. She doesn’t run or charge into the droid because — well, one, that sounded like a terrible idea given her lack of skills, and two, Natasha said she’s supposed to dodge. Dodge and duck until she finds a good time to either swing the metallic arm or use her body to push the droid over.
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When she breathes and shoots, just like Natasha said to do, the blast hits the droid right in the mouth and Felicity just screams with joy. “AHHHHHHH! I did it. Oh my god I did it.” It’s sudden and unexpected, and Felicity actually lifts her left hand up over her mouth, eyes wide in surprise.
She’s grateful, so grateful really, that Natasha was on this mission with her, and she’s about to tell her that — Felicity’s mouth was already half open — when ‘No celebrating yet, look at me,’ cuts her off.
Close combat. She wasn’t ready for this. Shooting a blaster was one thing, but the closest combat Felicity’s seen was stabbing someone with a needle. And then she promptly ran the hell away. But right now, Natasha gives her too much advice. She needs all of it, but she's already worried she can't remember it all, especially with a metal fist aiming her for her face.
And who knew whether the next droid was also going to spontaneously light on fire?
But Natasha's advice about using someone's weight against them resonates the most. Holstering her blaster, Felicity gives Natasha a firm nod before saying: “And I’m small, so I have to use my entire body, not just my arms.” Sara taught her that, but Felicity doesn’t actually know why she says it out loud right then — maybe it was because she wanted Natasha to know she was taking this seriously, or that she wanted to prove she wasn’t a total novice.
But then the redhead says the most important thing Felicity needs to hear in this upcoming fight. 'I'm not going to let anything happen to you.' Felicity believes her.
“Hey,” She isn’t calm or ready, but Felicity smiles a little as she grabs the robotic hand. “Everyone has hobbies.” It doesn’t even register as odd anymore when people around her suddenly have more expertise than they should have in certain areas of life. Starling City had made that her new normal. But there wasn't any more time to talk.
There’s a loud swooshing sound from across the room as the simulation opens a pair of large, sliding doors. Two new, unharmed droids come walking out, taking in their surroundings. Natasha and Felicity have gone through this twice now and each time it starts the same way.
The droids come out — their stiff joints pivoting and then straightening, their heads rotating clockwise then locking into place. They’re harmless at the moment, until- there it was - their eyes flicker to red. It was the on switch. Simulation a-go.
Felicity lets Natasha take the lead. She doesn’t run or charge into the droid because — well, one, that sounded like a terrible idea given her lack of skills, and two, Natasha said she’s supposed to dodge. Dodge and duck until she finds a good time to either swing the metallic arm or use her body to push the droid over.