Deadpool had half a second to witness the utter shock, quickly followed by the rush of blood to Peter's usually pale cheeks, creating an adorable blush, before he clapped a hand over his eyes and let out a yell. "OH MY GOD WHY ARE YOU NAKED!" Wade glanced down at himself and shrugged, "hey, I'm the one that woke up here, shouldn't I be asking you that? Perv."

Felicity gasped as Oliver tugged her on top of him, propelling them backwards. Opening her eyes, she was met with a rare sight, Oliver Queen, his shoulders shaking in silent laughter. "I just hit against your gunshot wound, you shouldn't be enjoying yourself so much," she flushed, realizing she was straddling him, thanking every deity she decided to wear pants that morning...

"Is he your boyfriend?" Connor asked. Before Felicity could respond, he continued, "I think he's boring. He doesn't even like superheroes! Who doesn't like superheroes? They're heroes, with super powers!" he exclaimed, sounding personally offended. Felicity smirked, "well, I like him." Connor nodded, "but you like my dad more…" Can be read as part of The Connor Hawke Chronicles.

"Figures, my first date in nearly two years, and it's with an eight-year-old," Felicity murmured. "What?" Oliver asked. "Oh, haven't you heard? Your son has a crush on me." Oliver turned, his eyebrows raised as he stared at her. After a moment, a tiny smirk appeared on his face. "Well, he's got good taste..." Future-Fic. Can be read as part of The Connor Hawke Chronicles.

"I can't…connect with him," Oliver whispered. Felicity bit her lip. She could only imagine what he was going through. The last few weeks had been a shock. Finding out that your previously-thought miscarried child was in fact, alive and well, couldn't be easy. And that's without the whole now-deceased-grandmother-of-said-child-paid-off-the-mother-to-lie-and-disappear thing.

Derek saw Stiles sit down on the couch, waiting, his body far too still. The changes in him were subtle but profound. A pang clanged in Derek's chest. He tried not to think too much about what that meant. "Water okay?" he called over his shoulder, still not prepared to face Stiles fully. "You're a coward." He stopped dead in his tracks. He had wanted to avoid this. Post 3B. Sterek.

Stiles would never be the same after this. The nogitsune had stolen his face. Had fooled them all, more than once. Except this time, Stiles had a physical front-row seat, standing in front of his friend that may pick the wrong him, and doom the real one. They had to outfox the fox. Trick the trickster. So Scott asked the two Stiles the question to end all questions... Post De-Void