Ok this is just a one shot for now but I do want to expand upon it if you guys give it a chance. Thanks for reading, it means a lot when you read that short description and give the story a chance to entertain you. I do what I can not to disappoint you all.

Short story_ in the shadows

I was floating in a warm, thick, fluid… an oxygen mask strapped tight to my face. I could hear myself breathing and my chronal accelerator humming, I always liked to think of it as a purring but this time it was humming. It was bright here, but couldn't see anything I pressed my hand against the glass in front of me… I couldn't remember how I got here. There was… I remembered a girl smiling at me her skin was blue… then nothing. I pulled my hand away from the glass I can't get out of here… so sleepy…

Lena woke with a start. That weird dream kept popping up. She looked at her alarm clock. It was 6:00 a.m., as per the usual. Why her body won't let her sleep more was beyond her. She rolled out of her cot and dressed herself in her usual black combat gear, complete with tinted goggles and fire proof leggings, then strapped her accelerator to her chest. She wished she could cut her hair. It was growing passed her shoulders now. She liked to keep it short. It fit into her pilot's helmet back in the air-force, still stuck in the past. She ran her fingers through her bangs once, laced her knife belt on and went to the gym, a few people from the security detail were using boxing ring. Placing bets instead of doing their jobs as per the usual. The small crowd stayed quiet though. Pissing off an assassin was a very bad idea, a few of them found that out first hand when they got in a fight with Reaper. She couldn't remember what for but he nearly killed a few of them. The one that got easy was punched upside the head into a wall.

She decided to use the weights. She didn't like getting bulky but she needed more thrust power to get her knives through body armor. Her last fight with that Xbox 360 ninja proved that. After a few minutes Sombra appeared next to her. "Hi, Tracer" said the mischievous hacker "I was wondering if you were up for some sparring." Tracer smiled 'sparring' was what Sombra did when the idiots weren't doing their jobs. She usually asked Widowmaker or Reaper to help her teach them the values of focus and patience but Tracer wasn't going to turn it down, she had been kind of vexed since the Doomfist gauntlet got stolen out from under them. She put down the weight and followed Sombra to the ring who called out to the guys ahead of her. "Hey, muchachos were going next, fifteen thousand for one and thirty five thousand for both." None of those guys stood a chance but they never rolled above five or six thousand and greed drove all sorts of stupid ideas. Tracer did a flip over the ropes. Sombra swung under them. They stood to one side and the people fighting them were lined up on the other. They goons tended to line up biggest to smallest or as Sombra said dumb to dumbest. The smart ones knew not to fight. Numbering at nine this time around. Tracer left her knives and pistols on the bench with her jacket, this was a skin against skin fight.

Later at breakfast Tracer was cleaning a cut on her cheek, the jerk had punched her in the face with knuckles on. She broke his real knuckles as punishment. Sombra was sitting across from her eating fruit loops. "Did you see me flip that one dude? It was like hi, get out and he was on his back not even knowing what happened." Tracer didn't respond. She just scowled. Sombra realized what was wrong. "Oh come on he barely scratched you, you can't still be mad that some idiot had decent reach, in a real fight you would have blinked behind him and broken his neck before he realized he didn't hit you."

Tracer nodded still a little glum "How am I supposed to beat superheroes when an idiot like that with brass knuckles can land a hit without a bloody problem." Sombra chuckled "You broke his hand. That WAS a bloody problem." Widowmaker sat down next to Sombra with a yogurt and an orange. "I heard you made a mess in the gym this morning." Tracer shrugged. "Just working loose" God, Widow was good looking, the time she probably puts into squats alone must be ridiculous. Sombra perked up. "Are you going send her to her room now?" Widowmaker looked at her. "I'm your handler, do what you want, I just thought breaking someone's hand was unusual for Tracer." Tracer bit into her muffin, it was like warmly toasted car tire but she needed the fiber or whatever. "I don't get why were stuck here, we should be allowed to do something." Sombra smiled. "Where would you like to go? Can you seriously think of an open bar in Antarctica? Because if you can, I'm stealing a jet and headed there right now."

Tracer smiled. "We could check google maps or something." Sombra scowled at her. "I didn't hurt anything to check, I just wanted to be sure." Widowmaker shook her head. "Maybe you should stop getting your equipment damaged and we wouldn't have to come back here for repairs." Sombra scowled again, putting her head on the table. "It's not my fault, that scatter arrow is impossible dodge." Tracer smirked. "Neither is the cowboy apparently." Sombra's face went a little red. "That has nothing to do with you." Widowmaker got up and left, Lena watched her go, she probably wasn't interested in boy talk because of her husband. Tracer's smile faded. Overwatch got him killed. They were going to pay. Sombra snapped her back to reality. "Hey, Amiga quit staring" Lena looked back at her. "I wasn't-"

Sombra stopped her. "It's ok to be jealous, just don't stare… people might get the wrong idea." Lena looked back at her muffin embarrassed. She didn't really want it. She ate it anyways. Sombra's Bluetooth beeped, she picked it up. "Your friendly neighborhood arms dealer, guns and glory, is our business, how can I help you?" *indistinct yelling* "Yeah I got it, sorry." Sombra turned to Tracer saying. "The doc wants you back at med bay for another x-ray, he'll clean up that cut for you too."

Thanks for reading I hope you all enjoyed this extention.