Arrow Imagines

Closer - 2 ~ Oliver Queen

You groaned as you carefully moved your legs over the side of the boat and into the sand. Your limbs were sore from not being moved for  such a long time.

"Oliver... w-what're we going to do with him? I can't just leave him here," you asked softly, gesturing towards Robert's body that the two of you had wrapped up in a yellow tarp that was under a seat of the boat.

He didn't answer, instead he waltzed over to the boat and used all the strength he had to heave his father's corpse out of the small wooden boat.

"Is this actually happening?" you mumbled to yourself, going to pinch yourself, but a crab beat you to it, the creatures bright red claws gripped your lower calf. "Ew! Get it off, get it off!" you squealed, shaking your leg, hoping to remove the animal, but it squeezed tighter.

"Y/N, just pull it off." Oliver instructed as he softly placed the body on the sand.

You groaned and reluctantly wrapped your hands around the crab's mid section and slowly peeled it off your leg. "Gross, gross, gross," you muttered as you carefully tossed the creature back in the sand and watched it scurry towards where Oliver was, dragging the wooden boat onto the land.

Oliver lifted the boat and began to take it into the jungle. You knew what he was thinking so you assisted him in dragging the boat. Your eyes met briefly and you could see his normally scandalous blue eyes were now filled with a seriousness that you'd never seen them have.

"We need a cave," he sighed and you nodded, knowing he was right as the sun was just beginning to set.

"D-do you wanna put your dad in the boat and c-carry him with us?" You stuttered your mind not fully making sense of the whole ordeal.

One second you were living it up, flirting with boys talking to friends - you were being young! - and the next second the yacht you were on sinks and Oliver's dad - who was practically your dad - shoots himself just so he could save the two of you. Part of you knew that it was real, that this wasn't a prank and that this wasnt something you'd wake up from, but the other part of you - the larger part of you (,) believed that you would wake up at any second and still be on that yacht.

But you knew that wasnt going to happen.

As you and Oliver wordlessly dragged the heavy plank boat through the moist, humid jungle, you let your mind wonder to before the yacht. You hadn't done much with your life, much like Oliver, you attended various colleges and universities but you either dropped out or got kicked out. Boy did you regret that now. Right about now you were praying internally for another chance to be in one of those ivy league schools again, they didn't make you suffer as bad as you knew you would on this island.

"Y/N, get down!" Oliver whispered harshly and waved his hand downward in a violent manner.

You were about to ask why when an arrow whistled past your ear and made itself home in the tree bark behind you, most definitely taking a few strands of hair with it. You immediately dropped down and released your grip on the boat.

"What the hell was that!" you whispered violently to Oliver who was rummaging through the small boat, looking for anything to use as a weapon.

"I dont know and I don't plan on finding out," he panted back as he came across the gun his father had.

He hesitated before checking the chamber and seeing there were three bullets left.

In the distance the sound of leaves crunching and twigs snapping could be heard as something came closer to where you and Oliver hid.

"Do you know how to shoot?"

"Ollie, my dad was in the military most of my life, active deployment, until he died. So yeah I think I know how to shoot," you whispered, snatching the gun out of his hand and kneeling into the shooting stance your father had showed you multiple times as a little girl.

"Right," he blushed slightly.

The distant crunching and snapping was now much closer and with each step closer, your heart hammered loud and faster until the ferns shielding you and Oliver were parted, leaving you face to face with a machine gun.

"Don't move," The man holding the gun growled, his Australian accent prominent.

Oliver fidgeted behind you and you could tell he wanted to switch places and get you to safety. Before the strange man could realise it, you slipped the gun behind you (your) back and held it out towards Oliver.

"Who are you?" The man finally spoke, lowering his weapon enough to make eye contact with you.

"Y/N and Oliver," you replied hastily, surprisingly calm.

"Surnames?" he lowered his weapon even more.

You just blinked at him.

"Fine," he completely lowered the gun now, "the name's Slade."

He stuck out a gloved hand to help you up and you warily accepted, allowing him to pull you to your feet before turning around to Oliver to help him up.

"I have an abandoned cabin not too far east if you'd like to follow me there."

"Uhm, O and I have one thing we need to do first," you smiled politely.

~

After burying Robert, you and Oliver were follow Slade to his cabin, still carrying the boat with you.

"So, Slade, if you carry a gun, then who shot that arrow at us?" Oliver questioned.

Slade stopped dead in his tracks.

"Arrows? I dont use..." he trailed off, his head angled downwards as realisation struck him. "Shado! Shit, get down."

Just as those words left his lips, you were bombarded by missiles. Not one at a time, but multiple arrows at once. Oliver had tackled you to the ground and was shielding you from the attack of sharpened sticks that had never once stopped falling.

Over the sound of whistling, the arrows flew over head, thunking when they hit trees and other unintended objects. The low prayers of Oliver were whispered directly in your ear, you somehow managed to hear Slade when he whisper-yelled. "Crawl this way. We have to direct her and her army away from my base."

Oliver raised himself off of you, giving you just enough room for you to crawl out. Your face tingled from the mud you had been face down in and your right eye refused to open due to something crawling into it. Despite all of this, you crawled after Slade, keeping up with his surprisingly fast movements.

After a few hours of shuffling, any indication of pursuit was no longer existent and the jungle was dark, gloomy and freakishly moist.

Slade's thick Australian accent pierced the silence as you and Oliver rested against a tree, "It's up here. You can walk now, we aren't being followed anymore."

Carefully, you and Oliver rose from the ground, stretching your limbs and wiping dirt and mud from your clothes. After a few more seconds of walking, you arrived at what seemed to be an abandoned cabin and Slade opened the door for you.

It was dark and messy and it smelled of mold, but it was better than nothing.

"You can sleep there." Slade pointed at a thin dingy spot covered mattress that lay in a vacant corner of the cabin.

After getting semi-comfortable on the small mattress, you couldn't sleep and when you looked at Oliver, he wasn't able to either. The two of stayed up talking and eventually your conversation floated along to defensive abilities which neither of you had. So even though it was the middle of the night, you and Oliver woke up Slade and began training. Hard.

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