Author's Note: My very first fanfic! So excited! I just had to do it based on Overwatch- This story is mostly based on Widowmaker, as she has my favorite lore in-game. There will be Widowmaker and Tracer interaction in the story (and lime- never forget the lime)! I'll try my best to stick with many aspects of the lore. Now, without further ado...
Chapter 1: The Mission
Un. Deux. Trois.
A midnight glow peered through a small window. The reflection of a glooming spider upon a blue surface shimmered beautifully.
A booming crack erupted from an airship shooting range. Her eyes were an intimidating red as she scoped in, whilst she gently tapped her finger against the metallic surface of the rifle. A succession of shots and the sound of training bots dropping to the floor rattled through the otherwise eerie silence. A familiar mist caught the corner of her eye.
"Coming to admire my marksmanship, la Faucheuse?" Widowmaker purred in her signature French accent.
"You wish, spider," Reaper said. "You might want to call it a night. The boss has informed me to personally deliver your next mission." Reaper beckoned Widowmaker towards a sealed envelope, which caused her to raise an eyebrow.
"Will you be coming along?"
"This is a one-man job. Apparently, Talon is starting to notice that we don't exactly work together too well."
That was an understatement. Their past missions, with a few exceptions, have not succeeded. They were in a tight place when they had to inform their superiors about the failed attempt at stealing Doomfist's gauntlet. Let's not even mention Katya Volskaya's assassination attempt.
"Hm. I assume they don't want any distractions in this mission," Widowmaker blankly replied while taking the glossy envelope from Reaper's grasp.
Reaper shot back, "I don't think I'm the distraction here."
Widowmaker faintly smiled. It disappeared almost as quickly as it appeared. Yet, it was enough for Reaper to notice. "Very witty. You think so highly of me," Widowmaker slowly replied, making careful note to enunciate her words. Then, in a flash, she slung her rifle over her shoulder and grappled onto the next story.
Reaper couldn't help but smirk underneath his mask of indifference. As much as he had wanted to shove Widowmaker off a cliff sometimes, he had grown increasingly used to her presence. She was one of the few people who was completely unfazed by Reaper's demeanor and appearance, which made Reaper gain respect for the assassin. Even if she was only unfazed by the man because her ability to be fazed was systematically suppressed.
Widowmaker walked to her desk and carefully removed the sealant and opened the contents of her envelope.
It was a picture of a little girl and baby boy. Innocence and Pessah Hale. 5 and 3 months old.
This was interesting. Widowmaker possessed more single-hand confirmed kills than anyone else in the world. Almost all of her targets were buried in the deepest corners of her mind, unless they were extra rewarding- like that Omnic in King's Row. Widowmaker sifted through the faces of dozens of men and women in her mind, but she could not recall ever killing a child before.
"Why would Talon want me to kill children?" Widow thought. She quickly pushed the thought away. She never had second thoughts when it came to a target. She never questioned her superiors. Never. The children are enemies of Talon, and therefore they need to be eliminated.
Widowmaker picked up the paper and continued to read the description. She would have to go to King's Row again. Widowmaker recognized the father's name. Remus Hale, cofounder of an international telecommunications agency. Widowmaker, as usual, wasn't filled with the details of why she had to end the targets' lives. She just assumed that Remus was prodding too deep into Talon's business, and executing his children would send a very personal message.
Widowmaker posted her rifle next to her bed, and went to sleep.
A/N: Here is a first chapter to get into. The next one is coming out shortly, I promise!