Frost Bite 》Legends Of Tomorrow

Dumb and Dumber to the Rescue

"You know this guy?" I asked Sara as I twist the guy's arm tighter. I don't care if he has one arm, you don't let your guard down.

She nodded. "That's Oliver Queen." She didn't remove her gaze from him. "Everyone thinks that you're dead."

"They're not wrong," Oliver said. "Now can you tell your friend to let go? I'm a bit of a disadvantage here."

Sara gave me a curt nod and I let go of him. "Pansy," I mumbled.

Oliver got up and started to roll his shoulder. He looked at the Green Arrow. "Put the arrow down, John. You're embarrassing yourself."

"John?" Rip asked.

"John Diggle Jr."

"I knew you were hiding something," I sneered as he put his bow down.

John finally pulled his hood down and removed his mask. "My dad is dead because I couldn't save him. I don't deserve his name. I'm Connor Hawke." See, good name right there.

"So you won't take his name, but it's all right to parade around in someone else's outfit?" Oliver asked.

"Well, someone has to, because the last time I've checked, you were dead. Everyone thought you were dead." Trust me, Connor, you're not the only one. "I've been trying to hold this city by myself because I thought you were gone."

"What happened to you?" Sara asked as I leaned against one of the pillars with my arms crossed. "To Laurel, to my dad...Felicity -"

Oliver cut her off. "They're gone. All of them."

"What do you mean?" Oliver stayed quiet. "Ollie -"

"Gone," He whispered. "What do you want me to say, Sara? 30 years ago, you and Ray hopped on a spaceship, and you never came back."

"We will."

"I don't want to say that...things would have ended differently if you and Ray had been here, but -"

"But if we were, it could've made the difference," She concluded.

I looked down towards the ground. If this was what Star City could be like because Ray and Sara weren't here to help Oliver...what would my home be like? Would Scott be dead? Stiles? Lydia? Allison? Isaac? Hell, Peter?

"You thought I was dead. What are you doing here?" Oliver asked.

Rip finally decided to speak up. "We were looking for a Neuromorphic Prototype that Felicity Smoak was working on."

"Felicity left after everything that happened. Everything her company was working on is being kept in a warehouse at Adams and O'Neil. Entry code is 4-5-8-7."

"Thank you, Mr. -"

Oliver turned around. "You found your way in...find your way out." Then disappeared in the shadows. A bit clique if you ask me.

I rolled my eyes. "Isn't he charming?"

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Connor lead us the way to the warehouse. "Thank you for agreeing to accompany us, Mr. Diggle," Rip said.

Connor gave him a look. "It's Connor."

I picked at my nails. "You could call yourself Hawkeye and your name will still be John, Connor. Now, I'm leaving before something happens. And you know with us, something will."

Rip handed me a flashlight. "Here."

I shook my head. "No, thanks. I got mine." I let my eyes glow before walking away.

I began scanning the shelves for this stupid case. Nothing but trash and useless junk. My ears picked up movement behind me. I spun around, shifted, and growled at one of Wilson's lackeys that tried to punch me. I punched the guy in the chest and something rolled in front of me. I looked down to see a grenade and ran the other way. I was too late and it exploded. I felt some of the heat on my back as I was flown across the room into the shelves.

I groaned as the burning sensation intensified. One of the goons ran towards me. I grabbed one of the broken shelves and swung it across his face. Connor jumped over me and attacked two of the henchmen. I got up, ignoring the pain, and ran towards one of them. I jumped on the crate before I flipped and kicked the guy on his nose.

Another one tried to attack me, but I grabbed the guy's gun and swung him across the room. I raised my claw up and slashed one's throat before I uppercut another. Sara came over and used her bow staff, or whatever, and beat two more of the guys.

"There's too many of them!" Connor shouted.

I jumped under one of the guy's swing and used my claws to jab his eyes out. Then I wrapped my hand around one guy's throat before tossing him towards the guy trying to punch Rip. I heard the engines roar, but ignored it when one with a sword came at me. He raised it near my head, but a familiar Cold Gun got him.

I glared at Snart to see his stupid smirk. "You're welcome."

I shook my head at him before I grabbed the guy's sword and threw it. Snart ducked in time for it to lodge in the goon behind him. I returned his smirk. "You're welcome."

He shook his head before he and Mick started shooting. "Gentlemen, your timing is exemplary," Rip said.

Sara looked around the room as I clawed another guy. "Where's Connor?"

I looked around the room. Connor's not here or any of Grant's toys. Rip bent down and picked up a familiar bow. "He's been taken."

Sara knelt down and looked at one of the dead bodies. "These are Grant Wilson's men."

I gave her a look. "And what gave you that idea? The fact that they took Connor? They knew where we would be? Or perhaps it's the matching uniforms." I winced and grabbed my back.

"You ok?" She asked.

"I'll heal."

Mick hummed. "The guy with the half face and the body armor has a real mad-on for the kid in the hoodie."

Rip tossed the bow to the ground before he pulled Sara away. I knelt down and picked it up. I know Sara for a short amount of time, and something tells me she wants to save this kid. "I could get his scent," I said. I looked up to see Mick and Snart walking away to have their own conversation. "I guess, I'll just stay here then."

I looked at Rip and Sara, who seem to be in a heated conversation. Then, my gaze went towards Mick and Snart. Another heated conversation, well, on Mick's part. Snart looked calm. His gaze flickered towards me. When Mick turned around Snart used the butt of his gun to hit Mick on the head. My eyes widen as I got up.

"What happened?" I asked as Sara and Rip appeared behind me.

"Difference of opinion," He said.

Rip gave him a disbelieving look. "Right."

I got closer to Sara. "Take his bow. I could get his scent and follow them," I whispered. She nodded before taking it.

Rip held up the briefcase. "We need to take this and Mr. Rory back to the Waverider."

Sara and Rip went towards one of the motorcycles. I raised my eyebrow at Snart, who couldn't meet my gaze. I rolled my eyes before I picked up Mick and placed him in the back of Sara's bike. Since they got more room.

I got behind Snart and he started the engine. When we left, I looked back. I can't lose Connor's scent. I just can't.