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Felicity grabbed her mail off of the counter, walking toward her couch. She smiled as she turned on the television, loading up her DVR that was overfilled with shows. She doesn’t really miss too many things about her life pre Team Arrow, but being able to regularly keep up with her TV shows is pretty high up on the list. She settled on a series, choosing to start with the last episode she remembered watching, but not quite enough to remember what really happened. She fiddled with the volume until it was a reasonable level for both talking and any loud sound effects that may happen, before she started going through the mail.
It had been a month or two since she had actually gone through her mail, choosing instead to grab and scan it, only opening things that looked really important. The stack in front of her was what she would expect: credit card offers, magazines, a couple of bills that she kept forgetting to get switched over to paperless, and a letter from immigration. Felicity was about to toss the letter on to the coffee table when it clicked in her head what it was not a junk document. She glanced over at her phone to look at the date, it had to be a letter reminding her to renew her visa. She sighed, opening the envelope and reading the letter.
Her heart started to speed up as she read the letter that explained that her visa had lapsed and that she would be deported from the United States in five days. Five days. Felicity tried to push the wave of panic away, because this had to be some sort of mistake. She always received a few reminders to renew her visa, and she hadn’t received any sort of reminder. She looked over at the stack of mail that was to the left of her, still waiting to be gone through. She carefully flipped through the envelopes, her heart dropping with each letter from immigration that she pulled out. There were three in total, each one with a little more oomph and demand than the last.
She grabbed the letter and her keys, leaving everything on in her apartment as she hurried out the door to her car. The drive to Verdant seemed to take twice as long as it normally did. She knew what she had to do, but she wasn’t sure how well it was going to work out. She would laugh at anybody else in this situation, because who in the hell forgets something as important as renewing a visa? Who puts themselves in this sort of situation?
She walked straight toward the outside entrance to the lair, quickly making her way down the stairs. Tommy was the first to notice her, his eyebrows popped up slightly as he looked at her.
“What’s up,” he asked, capturing the attention of the other three guys in the room. Oliver looked over, crossing his arms, Diggle turned his head trying to read her body language, and Barry smiled reassuringly, already trying to comfort her.
“I need to get married,” she announced. She nodded a few times, trying to emphasize to them that she was serious and convince herself that it was really going to happen.
Tommy laughed, and Felicity could see everyone else’s body posture relax. They thought she was kidding. “I think you’ve got a few more years before you really need to start worrying about that.”
Felicity rolled her eyes, holding up her deportation papers. “No, I’m serious. I’m being deported in five days.” As soon as she said deported, she watched as the wheels clicked into place in their heads. “Five days. One of you needs to marry me, preferably in the next day or so.” She shook her head, closing her eyes. “I need a drink. You guys figure this out.”
Tommy watched as Felicity walked away. She stopped before the staircase turning around to look at them. Her eyes were wide and he could tell that she was scared, sorry, and a little bit embarrassed about this situation. She bit her bottom lip, before closing her eyes and shaking her head, deciding to not say whatever was on her mind. She turned back around and walked up the stairs. The lair was eerily silent when she closed the door.
“Well, let the husband games begin,” Tommy said, trying to break the tension.
Diggle laughed and Barry smiled.
But Oliver’s whole posture changed, as he turned to look at the three of them. Tommy wanted to laugh at the look of absolute horror on his face. He was headed toward the stairs before Tommy could even get a word out, shouting something about having to figure out how to get a marriage license.