Lena Oxton, as surprising as it can be, isn't as active in night time as she is in day time, when rather than being Lena Oxton, she is Tracer. And that, not everybody knows.
Winston knows because they spent some life together back in the golden days, when they both lived together in Gibraltar.
Mercy knows because she's been inside her hospital for more than she would've wanted.
Her mum knew, when she lived, and told her that it was just an Oxton thingy.
And she's always been like that, from her life back in the poor corners of London, to her life as a maid in a mansion, to being a pilot, and now as a Hero, habits don't change.
And that leaded to her other habit, which was jogging.
She loves Jogging. For her, jogging is part of her night ritual before going to sleep, and now, as bad as it can sounds, she can't even sleep without it.
And tonight, it was no different.
"Ready, ready I am…" The small, British hero hummed as she made her way to her little apartment's door, "To fly away in the sky-ah" She happily sang while opening her door, getting herself out, closing it and start making her way to the elevator.
She turned back though, and giggled.
"Blimey! I almost forgot to lock the door" She laughed at her own clumsiness and locked her door, shoving her keys right back into her yoga pants before resuming her way down the complex.
The complex was rather simple, but luxurious, like any other London-like apartment complex, and one of the things Lena liked the most, is that it wasn't really that populated, with her only having five or six neighbours, she was more than happy to spend her days in there.
Of course, she didn't expect to find someone inside the elevator at that hour, and she was rather surprised to see that it was a new, completely unknown face for her.
The boy in front of her was either too distracted to notice her or she had gone invisible, and that gave her time to examine him carefully, thoroughly while she went inside the elevator and clicked some numbers.
She giggled to herself, He isn't that tall, She thought as she compared her own height to the boy's own, and indeed, he wasn't that much taller than her, and if it wasn't for his sharp, dark eyes, she'd have thought that he was still in his puberty.
Maybe he's around twenty...ish? She thought again, daring to give another glance to the boy's structure, finding his non-fixed wild hairstyle rather cute, and similar to hers. His eyes combined with the colour of his hair, both almost completely black, Definitely around twenty, she confirmed once she realised he had a bit of pimples around his cheeks.
"He-" She was going to greet him with a smile and a cheerful voice, but his own hand in front of her stopped her.
"Do I know you?" He questioned her in a rather rude tone, "You seem very familiar to me" She noticed his intense eyes all on her, as if he was scanning her like one of Winston security cameras.
"I-Uh, I think? I am a hero from Overwatch" She informed him in hopes of him stopping his intense gaze on her, "Tracer, love?" His eyebrows raised for a second, and he scoffed.
"Right, I knew I knew you from somewhere" He snapped his fingers and chuckled, "You are Loxton, from the pilot section in London's army, aren't you?" She looked at him both confused and impressed.
He doesn't know me as Tracer?, She questioned all those times Winston told her she was famous, and that almost everyone in London knew her, or at least, they knew Tracer.
"I-uh... I suppose I was, yeah" She complied with a smile, "Is my picture there or something like that, love?" The guy nodded eagerly, and shoved his hand in his pocket, looking for something.
He took out his wallet, and opened it, showing the British army insignia with a proud smile included.
"I'm a pilot, of course I'd know my fellow pilots too" She beamed.
Lena actually beamed, at his words, and suddenly her night wasn't bad at all.
"Are you perhaps going for a night jog too, love?" She anxiously asked him with a permanent grin on her face, excited to finally be able to speak with some other pilots other than Dva, who claimed that she was a pilot only because she's played Airplane simulators before.
He looked at her with surprise and laughed while nodding.
"Yeah, you caught me" He scratched the back of his head with nervousness, "I guess the army leaves you with habits like needing to go for a jog before bed" She beamed even more, her eyes almost sparkling with happiness, "You wanna join me?" He questioned her with a grin, knowing the answer was going to be-
"Yes! Yes, I'd love to, love!" She jumped inside the elevator, making it wiggle a bit, and forcing the guy to hold her shoulders.
"Woah, there" He laughed while she grinned, "Let's relax a bit, ok?" She nodded more than just a few times, and took a deep breath.
They stood still, none of them moving closer nor farther away from each other, Lena taking quick peeks at his location from time to time until she caught him staring at her, but his eyes weren't on her, but her torso, and probably he was staring at her-
"What's that thing you got there?" He asked her with curiousness, and she sighed.
Everyone she meets asks her the same thing all the time, and whilst obviously she doesn't mind, it buggers her a bit.
"It's just...something" She tapped her Chronal Accelerator, "It keeps me alive" She saw his hand touching her precious device carefully, looking at the little blue light it emanated from the center, "It keeps me here" His lips curled into a smile.
"Then better take good care of it, don't you think?" She nodded, beaming every so slightly at him again, with her grin growing wider every second.
She noticed the doors sliding open and she rushed outside, turning back to motion him to follow.
"Let's go!" Lena exclaimed happily, and the guy nodded, stepping outside the elevator and into the lobby.
"Someone's a little too bubbly at this time in the night" She giggled and nodded.
"I'm not usually like this, I swear" The lobby manager, Joanne, who's known Lena for a bit now, coughed a Nottrue from the reception table, and Lena just had to groan, "I mean, yes! I am! But just at daylight! At night time I'm usually relaxed and tired from a long day of work" The guy titled his head.
"You work?" She giggled and nodded, "What kind of job do you have?" He questioned her while walking towards the exit, with Lena following.
"I'm a hero" He stopped death on his feet, making her laugh, "I'm Tracer, official hero from Overwatch, love" He turned to see her with a confusion look.
"...Hero?" She nodded again, her neck hurting a bit from nodding so much, "From Overwatch?" She expected some kind of compliment or maybe some words of gobsmacking amazement…
She didn't expect him to ask her what the hell is Overwatch
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I KNOW I SHOULDN'T BE ADDING MORE STORIES BUT It's just that I had this one in my mind for a while and I love it.
First episode is short but lovable.
Cya- PawsLover