Quicklog: Felicity & MJ at Harry's
[So Peter was spider-ing through the vents in the Facility to see if they could locate Harry and all Felicity could do? Was hope. If she could shake that luck like a Magic 8 ball and demand to know if Harry was going to be fine then maybe she would have felt less like she had ants down the back of her shirt, but Felicity? Was not a sit and wait kind of girl and she was resolutely not thinking about the consequences of not finding Harry. Not-thinking? Generally required doing something else, but this wasn't a catsuit and the Capital kind of moment. And if she was kind of sort of dreading Harry's place because of the whole 'bleeding out' deal, there wasn't a goddamn sign on her face as she headed toward Harry's door, her hands shoved in the pockets of a dark gray hooded sweatshirt over jeans that had never seen the light of a non-laundry day previously. She didn't look like Wendy anymore just tired, and kind of small as she lurked waiting for MJ to show.]