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Thirty Minutes Earlier...

"What is it going to take to show him how I really feel?!" Thought Mia as she periodically tapped her green-booted foot angrily against the plane's white wool flooring, loud rock music blaring through her headphones like nails on a chalkboard (just the way she lked it).

Ever since the first moment Mia had seen her dead father, she'd wanted nothing more than to run into his arms, hugging him as tightly as she could. Just as her brother had in that very moment.

But something deep within her chest was stopping any sort of chance at forming a connection between them, especially anything that would even slightly imply that she loved him.

She honestly wasn't even sure if it was intentional or not, (I mean, people do like to make me angry a lot) only that it left an oddly tense feeling alone to rise throughout her body.

"It's not like he was ever there for me or mom when we needed him and yeah, I know that he was a stupid superhero, but that's no excuse for leaving your family. Maybe I just need to realize that I don't need a father in my life," she thought as he slouched down low in her soft seat, her hideous sweater pulled close to her soft-cheeked face.

"So, do you wanna talk about it now or am I gonna have to stay here and just keep bugging you until you explain what happened?" Asked William as he dropped down into the seat next to his little sister, his lean frame immediately sliding right into its slick leather shape.

She would've loved nothing more than to just ignore her annoying brother and continue to brood, though she knew well enough by now that he would only leave her alone if she explained to him what was going on.

He's such a nice guy that it almost makes me sick.

"Nothing happened," replied Mia, plainly as she casually pulled off her headphones.

Rock music still blared from their tiny earphones, practically making them jump like little gingerbread off of the dividing armrest between the siblings' seats.

"You really wanna play that card because it didn't work too well for you in the market a month ago when you supposedly didn't care about helping that elderly family, yet focused nonstop on getting them back their stolen possessions," commented William, a warm smile covering his face.

He always knew his sister was sweet, even though she hated admitting it with a burning passion that was only matched by Laurel's if asked the same question.

"I meant what I said then, too," retorted Mia, her eyes intentionally avoiding her brother's.

We might be family, but that doesn't mean I want to tell him everything. Then, I might lose all of my mystery that sometimes scares him, when I'm lucky, that is.

"So, you are upset," reasoned William as he rubbed his cold hands together, his fingertips still sore from having typed so much in the last several days on their missions' plans.

A foreign feeling that Mia wished to never have the displeasure of knowing the inevitable boredom of.

"Wow, you're an even worse listener than I thought you were," scoffed Mia, sarcastically as she rolled her emerald green eyes in frustration.

"Mia..." urged William, seemingly ignoring her best attempts at throwing her big brother off of her tail.

Why does he have to care so much?!

"Fine, whatever, you're right. I'm upset with dad, is that what you wanted to hear?" Stated Mia as she angrily crossed her arms, her golden painted fingernails harshly digging into the inside of her elbows.

Usually, her nails would be decorated some sort of black, though she'd decided on a much "happier" tone for the holiday season.

It's what mom would've wanted me to wear. Or should I say, that's always what we wanted to wear.

She'd take having to wear gold anytime over the pastel pinks that seemed to infect whatever was originally intended to be her mother's bedroom closet.

"Of course, that's not what I want to hear, Mia, which is exactly why I'm trying to help you," replied William, a softness in his voice that was reserved only for his little sister.

"There's nothing to help with, you wanna know why? It's simple, dad chose to save the world instead of being there for us," snapped Mia, her eyes sparkling with a quiet glimmer of tears.

She'd thought those very words for such a long time, yet never said them aloud. It almost left a feeling of awkward emptiness echoing throughout her body.

It's not like I had anyone to talk to about it, except mom who always just told me how great of a man my father was.

"We both know that's not true," protested William, his tone still gentle despite his strong feelings of disagreement.

Sometimes yelling is necessary to fully vent your emotions, but he had long since learned the hard way that yelling doesn't solve any of your problems, especially your ones with family.

"Really, because last time I checked, we don't even know what happens to him!" Shouted Mia, tears now streaming down her beautiful face as she stared across at her brother.

"You think I don't know that? I spent so many years just thinking about what reason could actually make him leave us, but do you wanna know what I figured out?" Asked William, tears now forming in his own eyes.

Mia didn't respond, her attention still trained intently upon him as he spoke.

It's not like he can make me feel much worse than I feel right now!

"It didn't matter why he vanished in the future, all that mattered was the feeling of knowing that he was never coming back," stated William, each word getting harder and harder for the man to speak.

Mia couldn't help but feel sympathy towards her brother's words, knowing that every bit of what he was saying was something they'd both felt for so long.

"But right now, we have an opportunity that we could've only dreamed of before. We get to see our dad, we get to see our dad for the first time in decades. We get to spend the holidays with the one person who we never thought we'd be able to. We get to have a dad, Mia. You get to have a dad," explained William, his voice cracking with joy every time he got the chance to say "dad."

Mia sat across from him, practically frozen to her seat for several seconds. Was what William said true? Could she really get the chance to have the father she'd never known in her life?

Or was everything he said just a fantasy to make Oliver feel better about himself while they were in 2019?

Can I honestly believe this or will getting attached just get me hurt again?

But as Mia was able to respond, a bulky-looking Argus agent walked into the passenger lounge, looking quite anxious.

"Sorry to interrupt, but do either of you know where Mr. Queen is?" Asked the guard, hastily as he stood in front of the two teary-eyed Smoak-Queens.

Mia didn't say anything, her eyes now glued intently to the green glossy lines that streaked across the sides of her black winter snow boots.

"Um, yeah. I think he's in the back room getting ready for when we land," answered William, shaking his head slightly to focus on the man's question.

"Ok, thank you. I was just hoping to talk to him about the plan once we touch down in Russia," explained the guard, his face remaining expressionless if not for his Australian accent.

"Okay, then talk to me about it," offered Mia as she swiftly pushed herself onto her feet, her wavy blonde hair bouncing against her back with the jump.

William sighed, pressing his right hand to his face with a sort of silent agitation.

What does he think I'm going to do? Just sit here and let him make me talk out all of my "feelings?" No, if dad actually cares about me like he claims that he does then, he's just going to have to come up with an idea himself.

"Well, as long as that's alright with the boss..." said the agent, a strong sense of skepticism lingering in his voice.

"Of course, it is. Now, let's go," ordered Mia as she walked out of the plane's room of comfort, leaving her brother sitting in silence.

Hopefully, he's learned by now that I don't like pep talks... or giving hugs.

Though Mia felt a slight tinge of remorse squeezing her chest as she entered the cockpit, the bulky man close behind her.

"So, what is this thing you needed my dad's help with? Not that I'm complaining considering it got me away from my stupid brother," commented Mia as she dropped down into one of the seats, her enthusiasm for being in control suddenly leaving her body.

"Dad?" Confirmed the agent, a confused look covering his slightly chiseled face.

There was a hint of eagerness hidden within the agent's mind, though Mia was too caught up in her own thoughts to notice much of a difference.

"Yeah, so what? It's not like you haven't seen weirder things," scoffed Mia, rolling her eyes as she carefully balanced a small knife between her middle and fourth finger.

"True," responded the agent, shrugging agreeingly.

"So, what did you need to talk to my dad about?" Repeated Mia, her already little patience quickly growing thinner with each second that she was forced to talk to the weary man that sat beside her.

And I thought that Dinah could hire better Canaries...

"Oh, just about how the Wilson brothers hijacked the plane," responded the agent, plainly as he brushed back his jet black hair.

Mia immediately whipped her head to the side to try and block what she assumed was Joe's (considering she'd already seen what Grant looked like) fist, but was only met by the tough sole of the bulky man's boot to the side of the face.

She stumbled backwards, her fists clenched tightly as she readied herself for the man's next attack.

This is gonna be fun.

Both the Archer and Deathstroke threw punch after punch at one another, the latter taking extra care to slam his opponent into the cockpit's door.

"Guess I'm not surprised you fight like your father," smirked Joe before getting roughly kicked in the knee by Mia.

"How's that for a good fight?" Retorted Mia as she ducked to the right to avoid Joe's headbutt, but he was able to pull back just quick enough to avoid his head's collision with the metal door.

What was it that Willy was telling me about sas during fights with dangerous criminals?

Joe huffed angrily before grabbing the woman by the shoulders and tossing her out the door, letting her sweatered back slide against the ground with such a grace that could only be matched by a speeding rocket.

"Thanks, dad," breathed Mia under her breath as she pushed herself onto her bruised feet.

She was now back in the passenger's lobby, its dim lights strobing her eyes as she regained balance.

Why did Willy have to choose now to leave me alone?!

"Had enough fun yet?" Sneered Joe as he waltzed into the room, a long, silver katana gripped in his right hand.

"Not even close," replied Mia, fiery determination carrying her every word as quickly dodged the man's incoming bullets.

She was able to keep up with the Deathstroke well, even landing several punches to his face, though he was clearly the better fighter of the two. Mia ducked beneath the furious fighter's fist, letting its powerful rage nearly split one of the seats in two.

Okay, this would be a really good time for you to show up, dad...

Mia took a few steps back, her left hand instinctively touching her arm as she felt a light stream of bright red blood run down her ripped sweater.

"I can still take you," declared Mia, her fists shakily slightly as she held them at the ready.

"Maybe, but you can't take both of us," remarked Joe as he stepped to the side, allowing his beast of a brother to walk into the room.

Grant was dressed from head to toe in gray and blue body armor, his big hands clenched tightly at his sides. His face wore a look of pure excitement, her soon to be suffering his only prize for such a task. His hair was tousled just like his brother's, only his face wore much less lines of battle hardened pain.

Mia didn't say anything, her body still holding her fighting stance as fear tingled within her bones.

How exactly am I going to take one of these guys by myself when I could barely even take one?! And I swear, if they touched Willy or dad...

Both Deathstrokes laughed gently at their enemy's look of silent terror, swords gripped in both of their hands before Grant charged at her. She tried her very best to block his hits, but he still managed to overpower her due to pure strength. She soon found herself once again on the cold wool ground of the plane's floor, all of her muscles aching loudly.

I'm not going down this easily...

She tried to push herself to her feet again, but Joe pressed his booted foot roughly against her shoulder, pinning her to the ground.

"At least, this way you'll get to join your brother," smiled Joe, his lips curling into a look of utter loathing before his fist collided with Mia's face one last time.

No, I can't let them hurt him. It was my job to protect them...