A/N: Welcome! As an avid fan of Overwatch and most, if not all, of the characters, I decided to start up a fresh new fanfic! The pairing will be Spiderbyte (meaning Widowmaker and Sombra). I will also include various other pairings include Pharamercy (Pharah and Mercy) and possibly McHanzo. Anyway, enjoy the prologue!

Prologue: Sombra

Olivia Colomar's home life was rough. Her father, Antonio, was often drunk, and he would yell at her and her mother, occasionally hitting one of them. Her mother, Alejandra, wasn't much better. She often was drunk and passed out, or out at bars. For a time Olivia dealt with it and kept quiet, covering bruises that toned her tanned skin with makeup so her friends wouldn't question why she had bruises.

As a result of this, she delved into illegal activities. Not drugs or alcohol, but hacking. Olivia would hack into her school's files and read through them, sometimes even changing small things. Like the lunch menu or even scheduling a snow day back in December. Her skills as a hacker grew exponentially and she started hacking into big organizations files and documents, uncovering scandals and secrets that she would anonymously post to the public, under the codename "Sombra."

Olivia's skills as a hacker wasn't the only thing increasing, but also her father's alcoholism. He was growing more and more violent, up to the point of where her mother left them in the middle of the night. Not even taking Olivia with her, or telling her she was leaving. This angered Antonio to the point of where he became so drunk, he decided it was Olivia's fault.

Seeing her father barging into her bedroom, Olivia quickly shut her laptop down. She could smell the alcohol on his breath, it was suffocating. Antonio said nothing as he walked over to her and picked her up by the back of her neck, which he did with no difficulty. Olivia was fairly small and he was rather strong.

"She left because of you." He slurred as he carried her out into the living room, his grip like a steel trap on the back of her neck. "Es tu culpa…" He grumbled. Stating that it was her fault, in Spanish.

Olivia squirmed and wiggled but to no avail, he kept his grip. "She did not leave because of me! She left because you have a drinking problem!" Olivia said quickly, the words flowed from her mouth like boiling water.

This set him off. He hit his daughter against the wall, his grip moving to her throat. Olivia could feel her oxygen being gradually depleted, and she couldn't breathe in for more. He grip grew tighter and tighter until Olivia thought she would pass out, black dots covered her vision.

Suddenly however, oxygen flowed into her lungs and she could breath, slumping to the floor, Olivia sucked in as much oxygen as she could. Coughs shook her body as she looked at her father, who was passed out drunk. Quickly getting to her feet, Olivia ran to her room and hurriedly began packing a bag. She only packed the necessities she figured she would need. Things like clothes, which all had a similar color scheme of black, pink and purple. She also packed her laptop, a hair brush and a small bottle of pepper spray. The city wasn't exactly the safest.

Once she was packed and ready to go, Olivia pulled on a jacket and headed to the front door. Something caught her attention however, her father had groaned and spoke through slurs. She couldn't understand anything he was saying. Sighing and wiping a few tears off her cheeks, she opened the door and ran out into the darkness of the cold night.

A/N: Hope you all enjoyed the prologue! Chapter one will be posted very soon.