"Sniper!" Soldier 76 called out. The trailing line of heat from behind the round was still dissipating and there was a hard crack in the energy shield Reinhardt held in place. Tracer scanned the tops of all the buildings in Dorado's favela until she saw them. Several tiny red lights clustered together.
"Got ya." Tracer whispered with a smirk. She nodded to Soldier 76 who gave her a nod in return and the little speed demon was off. Bobbing and weaving past stray shrapnel flying from Roadhog as he engaged the others, she finally made it into an alley and looked for a way up. "Come on... There's gotta be a ladder here somewhere."
A shadow over her caused Tracer to dart forward in a streak of blue and it was lucky she did. Another sniper round ripped into the cement where she'd only just been standing. Followed by bursts of automatic fire from the same direction. Tracer zipped back once again to avoid certain death. The sniper's long, slender form leaped down and leveled her rifle on the Overwatch operative.
"Ever get that feelin' of deja vu?" Tracer asked with a smirk as she teleported back behind the sniper. As she turned to take her down there was a loud hissing sound and suddenly her lungs felt like they'd been filled with led. Tracer gasped for breath, buckling at the knees and thought she would die any minute when she felt slender but powerful fingers wrap around her throat. But no deathblow came. Instead she was thrust against the wall behind her, the sniper's hands pushing against her jaw instead of crushing her windpipe.
"Bonjour cherie..." Widowmaker said in her usual rasping, sultry voice. Tracer opened her eyes, glaring down at the sniper who held her up against the wall. "I'm flattered you would give me your complete attention today."
"Don' read to much into it." Tracer snapped, trying to kick at the sniper. Widow responded by using her body to press Tracer further into the wall, making movement impossible for her. "Why do ya have to be so bloody strong?"
"Talon would have no use for me, otherwise." Widow replied with a grin, her posture forcing her face to be mere inches away from Tracer's. The pilot could feel the sniper's breath against her cheek and groaned, struggling against her captor. Widow grinned, taking a step back, which threw Tracer off her guard. The French woman then fired her grappling hook into the wall, smirking as the Brit's wrist was caught underneath, thoroughly held in place.
"What's the big idea!?" Tracer demanded, raising one of her pistols up and spraying down the alley. Widomaker danced around the bullets and fired another one of her poisonous gas mines, pinning Tracer's other hand to the wall. The pilot looked up at the trap nervously, registering a mischievous giggle from her captor.
"It is not primed." Widow stated as she took slow, methodical steps toward Tracer. The Brit struggled against her restraints to no avail. Widow had her in her web, a thought which angered the little pilot, mainly because of the pun that was far too easy. "So, cherie, here we are."
"Well you won." Tracer scoffed, looking up and off to the side indignantly. "You gonna gloat before ya shoot me or skip the pleasantries?"
"Neither." She replied with a smirk as she approached the pilot again. Tracer kicked out at the sniper only to have her legs grabbed by Widow's free hands. She pinned those skinny legs back against the wall and jammed her thigh against Tracer's pelvis, eliciting a gasp from the sour Brit that was entirely unexpected. Tracer's neck, face and even her ears turned bright red and she turned away from her captor, angry as could be.
Widow slowly slid one of her hands up from Tracer's knee, grazing her through the skin tight orange leggings. The pilot looked down, watching as the sniper's finger tips slid up, catching on every bit of fabric in her jacket until it made its way up to her neck. Locking eyes with her prey, the sniper cupped her chin and lifted it up, inching forward painfully slowly. Tracer's heart was slamming against her chest wall and she had no clue whether she was supposed to scream at Widow to stop, call for help... or just let things happen.
Widow's lips were hovering a hair's breadth away from her own when the sniper finally stopped. She could feel the erratic breath of her quarry against her blueish skin, grinning in a sultry way as she saw the blood rushing to Tracer's cheeks.
"Plus de chance la prochaine fois..." Widow whispered seductively. She could see confusion in Tracer's big brown eyes and leaned forward, pressing her cheek against the pilot's until her lips were right next to Tracer's ear. "I said... better luck next time."
Widow backed off with a grin, seeing the hot mess that Tracer had become as she fought to catch her breath. Her comm started blaring with chatter, adding to the confusion she felt. Widow retracted her grappling hook and then fired it up to the roof top above.
"The payload didn't make it in time." Came the voice of Soldier 76 over Tracer's comm. "Everyone fall back."
Widow reveled in her victory and decided to savor it and watch Tracer's reaction. When she freed herself from the trap she slowly slid down until she was on her knees, resting on her out turned feet. She was breathing heavily and looking around in confused thought, her face as bright red as ever. She looked up in time to see Widow grinning down at her and narrowed her eyes.
"You don't fight fair!" She shouted childishly, jumping up and almost throwing a fit. Widowmaker giggled uncontrollably and blew the Brit a kiss. Seemingly thrown off by the gesture she stood there for a moment before heavy foot falls keyed Tracer in that it was time to leave. "This isn't over, ya barmy trollop!" The sniper watched in amusement as her prey ran off, back to where she had landed the Overwatch gunship.
"À bientôt."