Hello everyone! Lately I've been smitten with Overwatch, and I'm pretty sure many of you are in the same boat as well. The gamelore is, well, nicely done for a MOBA; to be honest I just finished watching all the game trailers, and it does make the game even better than it already is!

Let's focus on this fanfiction. The main character will be the teenage blond in the Overwatch/Talon fight trailer (where Tracer and Winston clash with Reaper and Widowmaker). Well, essentially an OC character that is not exactly OC- it's for my peace of mind, since I don't normally read OC stories.

For the story's sake I will abandon the official age and character history, so as not to make the fic too deviant. Seriously, a 14-year-old boy with a 33-year-old widow that killed her own husband? That's some twisted stuff even I can't get behind.

So, I'll make the boy 16, and both Tracer and Widowmaker 22. A 6-year difference is, albeit still quite large, acceptable. Also, the story will take place sometime after the canon event. I just hope the backstory I made up for them will make relative sense.

By nature the story will be lighthearted and filled with fluffy romance. Humorous, maybe, but I cannot guarantee this.

Last but not least, I don't own Overwatch.

Enjoy!

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Prologue

Lena's jaw smashed onto the ground as she witnessed the most unlikely thing that could possibly happen.

An explosion forced her to halt what she was doing and turn around frantically. Not the kind of explosion that Winston made when his heavy armored body crashed onto the museum's ceramic floor, but the kind of electromagnetic explosion that caused her system to actually crash for half a second. She looked back just in time to see the blue-skinned assassin fly through the air, crashing several exhibition screens as she did.

The assailant, also the source of the EMP, was the metal gauntlet on the civilian boy's arm- the Doomfist Gauntlet, as Winston called it. Apparently, the attachable weapon was designed to counter Omnics armor; Lena distinctly remembered Winston discharge a similar pulse when punching a target dummy with it, rendering the poor robot non-operational. She had tried to do the same thing to no avail, as only by applying an appropriate amount of force could activate the gauntlet's ability.

This boy, then, must have the strength of a gorilla. Lena couldn't help but pity the assassin's face after that.

A part of the young Tracer's heart was taken that day.

She was flying. Everything had gone dark after the impact, the sensation of flying weightlessly in the air was all too familiar for Widowmaker. After all, she would not have been such an efficient killer if she weren't able to keep a level head midair. It was built-in instinct that helped her stay conscious after getting hit by something equivalent to a cannon. Fast as lightning, she had jerked her head backwards to lessen the damage, as well as twisted her whole body to minimize the crashing.

That did not change the fact that she was hit by Doomfist's Gauntlet, though. The gauntlet was created to destroy tanks after all.

That, Widowmaker decided, was the most painful pleasure she had ever experienced.

Wait… Pleasure?

The assassin inwardly gasped. She did not just admit that she had felt good after that. It had been so excruciating, it might well be a thunderstrike to her face. It had caught her off guard, and God knows she had never been.

Still… It felt GOOD.

Talon's process of physical and mental reconstruction had been thorough. Her senses have been heightened to the point that she could hear movement much more clearly, as well as see enemies from much further away. She also obtained considerably better hand-eye coordination, allowing for lightning accurate shots. Her efficiency had been so perfect that she could kill literally as soon as she had the target in sight.

The modifications, however, came with drawbacks. Her haptic perception was also more sensitive, meaning she felt pain many times more acute than a normal person. With that said, all hits were practically labor pain to her. That was the reason why she had mastered maneuvering skills in order not to get hurt when jumping and falling.

Disregarding all that, she had enjoyed the heavy hit.

Wiping the tears that instinctively escaped her eyes, Widowmaker wobbly stood up and took aim of the defenseless teenager. She had barely taken a good look at the aggressor's brown hair, baby blue eyes, dreamy face… before Winston's gargantuan figure jumped down in front of her. The assassin took a few panicked shots, before having her gun knocked out of her hand by Tracer. Beaten in all aspects, Widowmaker had no choice but to shoot the the grappling hook and holster herself upwards. Reaper followed her on the course, growling in defeat and frustration.

Widowmaker turned back to have one last look at the whole scene. Her gaze are not of hostility, but of… longing?

This was the second time in one day that the renowned 'emotionless assasssin' had questioned her feelings. Why was this possible?

One thing for sure, she was definitely a masochist.

Widowmaker did not leave the place completely that day. She left a piece of her heart.

"Ya know… the world can always use more heroes."

Receiving the broken gauntlet, Lena said to the sheepish-looking boy. My word, he's good-looking, she inwardly sighed. If only there were some way to meet him again; that would be an event she could not miss.

"What's your name, handsome guy?" Tracer asked, making the adolescent blush with her praise.

"… I am Altona. Altona Morrison."

"That's a great name!" Lena replied with a giggle. Then she did a double-take. "Wait… Morrison? Is your father…? No, it's not possible!" The boy perked up at this.

"My father? But we never know him! Do you know our father?" The boy, who was now known as Altona, asked frantically. This seemed to snap his younger brother out of his Tracer-induced trance too, and the duo both looked at her expectantly.

"… No, I don't know him either. I must have misheard." Both boys deflated visibly at her answer. "… Anyway! We do need people like you, Altona! I hope to see you again!" Lena hurriedly added with a smile… and a wink that she hoped was enticing. She had been a tomboy all her life after all; as it stood, she had no idea what the guys would consider attractive. Suddenly feeling shy, the young Tracer activated her harness and flashed upward and away, following Winston in pursuit of the bad guys.

The brothers stood there motionless, staring at Tracer's rapidly retreating behind…. Figure. Tracer's rapidly retreating figure.

"That… was…. awesome!" All of a sudden, the younger brother yelled. He turned to the side and hugged Altona tightly. "Did you see that? She was…. and you were…"

Altona, however, was not exactly paying attention.

"The Overwatch, huh…"

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Well, that's it for the prologue. I'd really appreciate it if you guys could leave some thoughts for me to dwell on.

Another thing, I would love to make a Tracer x Widowmaker fic sometime. There is no "but" here, I really will write one as soon as I can come up with a probable story.

See you guys later!