[Arrow Crossover. Requested by BuckyFrackingBarnes ]

The Avengers didn't really expect Oliver Queen to be Green Arrow. He used to have the money, has the backstory of a superhero(they're usually all tragic), and the perfect cover. So when Tony got around to trying to find Green Arrows ID, it took him little to no time.

And that's when Tony calls Oliver and invites him and his friends over for dinner. As a business meeting, that is. For the club, which you guess with Tony's playboy reputation doesn't throw him off, so he agrees.

It's only until Team Arrow arrives you realize the meeting is today. A piece of vital information Tony had left out yet again.

"Mr. Queen," Tony shakes Oliver's hand. "Welcome to Stark Towers. If you'll follow us this way, we'll head to the dinning room."

Oliver's smile doesn't falter, but the blonde woman's does. "Of course."

You all trail behind them, settling down on the chairs and watch as Diggle, The man who Tony had talked to on the phone, fold his hands together and smiles quickly.

"I'm assuming you know who Oliver is," He says. "And what he does? If we're here because you want to make some sort of threat against us, rules we have to follow, go ahead and just do it."

Oliver turns his head, makes a are-you-serious face, and sighs. "Well, that wasn't as subtle as I had hoped."

Tony snorts and all eyes turn to him. "Oh, no, Mr. Diggle. I don't want to threaten you guys. I want to hire you. Team Arrow and The Avengers. Your identities would all be kept a secret, of course."

"Mr. Stark," Oliver rises, buttoning his blazer. "I spent six years of my life on a deserted island alone, where I had lots of time to think of about my life prior to the boating accident. I used to be like you, and it made me sick to think about how I had acted before. Now if you'll excuse us-"

"Six years on an island?" Bucky narrows his eyes. "Try falling off a train, losing your arm, decades of brainwashing and icing. If that's your best excuse as to why you don't want to join us, because of Tony's attitude, then you really should come up with another one because it sucks."

Oliver's eyebrows raise. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

"Okayyy," The blonde woman pulls Oliver back into his seat. "Slow down, guys. We get it. You each have a tragic past."

"Yeah," You say, giving Bucky a small smile. "I almost died choking on a chip yesterday. That counts as a tragic backstory, right? Because it was in the past?"

"Not now (Y/n)," Tony whines, throwing his arms up and leans back. "I was trying to be cool."

"Well, you failed miserably then, Tony," Steve picks up his fork. "Let's eat before someone kills each other, okay?"