When he says that, that he won’t make her wait forever, Felicity actually smiles, her eyes a little unsure of where to look but her heart doesn’t seem to hurt as much anymore. Her hands find their way back to his arms and she slides them up to his shoulders but no further.

“The Special who was assigned the mission with me — Natasha Romanoff — she taught me how to use my gun. And how to shoot robots from a distance.”

Her smile widens at the memory. “I think she might have saved my life twice this morning.”

So there had been danger, but Felicity wasn’t going to worry Oliver more by telling him about how the droid had caught on fire just a few feet away from her, while it was coming right at her. She also wasn’t about to tell him about the time she just stayed curled up on the floor, refusing to get up until Natasha shot the droid in the head. She wasn’t exactly proud of that moment, or how terrified she’d been.

But it was over now. She was okay. She’d learned a lot. And she doesn’t want Oliver to worry. Felicity has the urge to kiss him again, and she’s already started pushing herself up with her toes before she remembers. Her lips flatten to a line and she lets her body rest back down, flat on the ground.