You all know Barry Allen's story. Mother was killed by something impossible when he was 11, his father wrongfully convicted.

And then he became the impossible.

Faster than the blink of an eye, a hero, created by the man he looked up to.

But what about Cora Agápi? She sat on the sidelines, watching as the man she like risked his life to save his home.

She may have powers, maybe not. Definitely a few sad backstories. She's not who she says she is.

But boy, she can hide it very well.

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It's most likely been around 9-10 months since the Particle Accelerator went online. I had watched it happen just outside of the city. It was terrifying to witness since I thought I had been exposed to whatever had gone into the air. Maybe I had but for now I haven't gotten any symptoms.

But now, I just watched Titanic after going back to Starling City.

For the 17th time.

"You said you'd never let go you lying bitch!" I yelled at the tv, throwing a used tissue at Rose before crossing my arms, pouting as I ate my candy corn. I looked around my apartment, frowning at all the opened boxes.

Each one was filled to the brim. None except for the kitchen we're labeled, that that would be fun to unpack when I get to Central City.

I groaned, hearing it echo in my near-empty apartment, not feeling the motivation to lift my finger to turn off my tv. I fell over into a pillow that laid hopelessly on my couch, straddling it as I craned my neck behind me, biting my blanket and successfully yanking it over my body.

"Finally. I have mastered the art of laziness." I said to myself, watching the rest of the Titanic before it switched to That 70's Show.

"Ah Yes! My daily dose of Ashton Kutcher." I sighed quietly, feeling my eyes already grow heavy before I passed out.

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I snorted, looking around as I made a weird movement with my mouth and tongue, trying to figure out what the horrible morning taste was. Maybe a mix of dead cats and dog food. What does that even taste like? I'm probably trying it right now. I thought to myself grimacing at the taste and thought, wiping away the dried drool on my cheek.

"Gross." I said quietly, wiping my hand on a tissue. I am not having Cora drool on my nice pajamas as realization struck me.

"Shit! Moving day!" I chirped, shooting up as I grabbed the tape dispenser, shutting all the boxes before grabbing a pair of clothes and a jacket, squirming at how cold the zipper was when I touched it.

"Well. The movers should be here innnn-" I turned to the clock on my oven, frowning in annoyance.

"2. Hours." I frowned with a grumble, jumping onto my couch and flipping through Hulu, resting on
Law & Order.

I smiled as I narrowed my eyes, looking off to a non-existent camera, making a serious face as I mouthed the intro.

"In a criminal justice system, sexually based offenses are considered especially heinous. In New York City, the dedicated detectives who investigate these vicious felonies are members of an elite squad known as the special victims unit... These are their stories... DUN DUN" I silently yelled the last part, a grin on my face.

"Oh how I can't wait to have the motivation to go back to college for a second time and become a forensics analyst." I said quietly as I stared at the TV, gazing at Elliot with heart eyes.

"I wonder if 29 years is a large age gap." I muttered to myself as Elliot started talking about something to Olivia while looking at the dead body plastered on the screen.

After what had felt like a few minutes but had actually been 3 episode's of Law and Order, the moving van showed up.

"God, finally. I could have walked to Central City by now." I said as I sat up, opening the door and greeting the man with a smile. He gave me a welcoming smile, handing me the keys before walking away.

"Oh. No yeah that's fine... I can move all of this by myself, thank you very much." I said once again to myself, glaring at the man that left me.

I ended up spending the next three hours struggling to carry a couch, bed frame, mattress, desk, and basically everything down 3 flights of stairs.

"Here, let me help-" a man said, his face blocked as I tried to drag the mattress into the van.

"No. No it's fine I ɢᴏᴛ ɪᴛ" I grunted, making a struggling face as I dragged the mattress up the thingy.

"Really. I insist. You look like you need the help. And I need the excuse to stay out." My head peeked over the mattress, my jaw dropping as I had finally recognized the voice.

"Holy shit. You're Oliver Queen!" I said as he gave me what looked to be an embarrassed but flattered smile. I made a weird noise as I held onto the mattress, extending my hand, which he firmly shook.

"It is... so nice to meet you, Mr. Queen. What are... What are you doing here?" I said as he shrugged.

"Visiting an old friend." Oliver replies as he pushed the mattress, which slid with ease and he shoved it to the side. "Was this it?" He asked, looking like he wanted to help out more or was just bored and wanted something to do.

"I have a few more boxes in my apartment, if you want to help." I suggested as he gave me a nod, following me up to my apartment.

He picked up three boxes. They were small, and he still could see over them, but I shoved so much in them. They must be heavy.

"Are you sure you can carry those, Mr. Queen? I'm pretty sure they are really heavy-"

"No. It's okay. I could use the workout." He said as I chuckled, nodding as I grabbed the last box, along with a stray pillow. He definitely didn't look like he needed the workout when I looked at his a- very pretty eyes.

I gave my apartment one final look, a sad yet determined look on my face. "You alright?" Oliver asked as I nodded.

"Just fine. This was my first apartment since my break up. Kinda... holds a place in my heart." I said as he shrugged, nodding in slight understanding as I slowly shut the door, locking it before picking the box and pillow up again.

Me and Oliver ended up talking quite a bit after packing the van up, but we both had important things to do, and said our goodbyes with a hand shake.

"It was very nice meeting you, Cora. I hope to see you again sometime soon." He said with a kind yet cold smile as I nodded, smiling as well.

"It was very nice to meet you too, Mr. Queen." I said as he shook his head.

"You can call me Oliver." He smirked as I felt a blush run to my cheeks.

"Well then, it was lovely meeting you Oliver. I'll see you around." I smiled as he nodded, waving goodbye before walking away.

I stood in the van, in a state of absolute euphoria. I had just met Oliver Queen, who wouldn't be excited about that?

I'm suing myself if I die before I get to see him again. I have to have at least one more interaction with him before I die.

I sighed, jumping down from the van while closing it, locking it in place before sliding into the drivers seat, hearing the engine roar to life.

I was 600 miles away from starting a new life outside of Starling City.

I had a bright future ahead. I would get a job somewhere, perhaps CCPD, find someone to settle down with, and start a family, and pass with a good life.

Get ready, Central City, a bad bitch is rolling in. I thought to myself with a smirk as I gave my old apartment one final look outside before sighing through my nose, driving away and onto the highway, a bright smile on my face.

Edited July 27th, 2021

I'm reading this as I edit and holy shit I have written "I said" too many times. I need to fix that so bad 😩