Another day, another battle against Overwatch.

Looking up at the sky she realised it was a rather sunny day in King's Row. That might be a problem, she thought. She huffed, a small twinge of annoyance hit her before fading. The sun glinting off of her gun would minimise her chances of staying out of sight for long. Stick to the shadows.

At least the air is still, that is something.

Returning to the location of her last assassination brought a smile to her lips. Tekhartha Mondatta had been an interesting target, she noticed a large, golden statue had been erected in the middle of the square in his honour. The omni leader of the Shambali would have been an easy kill, if it hadn't been for a persistent little fly buzzing around her. The Overwatch agent known as 'Tracer' had been a particularly sharp thorn in her side for far too long.

"Tch."

Widowmaker took in her surroundings, trying to scope out the tallest vantage points that would give her the advantage over the enemy team, her eyes darting back and forth over the high buildings. She knew she would need more than one, it wasn't wise to stay in the same place for long.

Using her grappling hook, Widowmaker swung; flipping gracefully up and perching herself atop of the watchtower, overlooking the square. Below she witnessed her team mates securing the payload and putting up defences, she herself shooting her venom mine at the only entrance to her nest. If anyone decided to pay her a visit… She smirked cruelly. Too easy.

Narrowing her eyes at the enemy spawn points, she took aim with her Widows Kiss and waited patiently. Patience came easily to a trained Assassin, and Widowmaker was one of the best.

"One shot, one kill".

She rolled her shoulders, working out the kinks that resided there. Breathing slowly and lining up her shot, she looked through her scope to see the enemy doors opening. A small smile played on her lips as she saw her opportunity to headshot a couple of the Overwatch agents below.

"I see you".

A small laugh and a familiar whoosh of a chronal accelerator interrupted her thoughts and wiped the smile off of her face. She whipped around, activating her visor. She should have known Tracer would find her way up here, even without triggering her venom mine.

She swore in French.

After the fiasco at the museum, she knew she shouldn't have underestimated the young woman. While her last assassination had been completed, Tracer had proven herself to be a worthy opponent, someone to match her speed and skills. It hadn't been particularly easy to kill the omnic leader with her enemy buzzing around her like an insect.

"Where are you, Chérie…?" Widowmaker crooned.

Eyes narrowed and gun at the ready, she cautiously searched around the watchtower corners, looking for any tell tale sign that the annoyance was around. She had a way of getting under her skin, unlike anyone else. Small snippets of emotion made themselves present around the young woman, something she wasn't fond of.

"Psst. Lookin' for me, love?" She felt hot breath as a voice whispered next to the shell of her ear.

Eyes widened in surprise, but only a little before returning to her emotionless expression. Merde. She hadn't even heard the girl approaching. Straightening up and deactivating her visor, she slowly turned around to face the bubbly Brit with an eyebrow raised.

She looked the same as ever, clad in her pilot jacket and horrid yellowy orange leggings. The device strapped to her chest illuminated her freckled face in the semi-dark room, showing the ever playful look on her soft features.

Although the assassin was deadly up close as she was at range, she knew a fight wouldn't be the best option to her. She could deal much more damage through her scope rather than at close quarters, and judging from their previous fights, she was sure the Overwatch agent knew this.

Her lips curled slightly, appearing completely calm. "Is there something you need from me?"

Tracer frowned at the blue skinned woman. There was something mischievous behind her calm expression and she didn't like it one bit.

"Oi watch it, love. No funny business or I'll shoot!" Snapping a pistol out of one of her gauntlets, she dug it under the other woman's chin to emphasise her threat.

Widowmaker didn't even flinch.

Slowly she leant down, towering over the shorter woman. "You won't shoot me, amour'". She stated, a small amount of amusement made itself present at how it made the other woman falter.

The shorter woman huffed and squinted at the assassin. "You seem awfully confident. Why's that?"

"Because," She placed her hand over Tracer's; slowly dragging the gun down the dip of her bodysuit and between the valley of her breasts until it reached the V of her armour near her navel, noticing how the brunette's eyes followed with it. "You would have done so by now".

That comment left Tracer completely stumped. She was right, why hadn't she shot Widowmaker? She'd had plenty of opportunities to do so.

Their little fights had turned into a game of cat and mouse, neither knowing who fit which role. Something of a dance really, carefully choreographed and neither shooting to kill, only disarm.

It was also fun getting a reaction from the normally stoic Assassin. Sending cocky quips back and forth, Tracer got a right kick out of that.

The ex-pilot grinned, answer at the ready.

"Same could be said for you. You could've shot me that night you killed Mondatta. So why didn't you?"

She looked proud of herself. Insolent little…

"Ah, one of my finest kills, no?" She noticed with some satisfaction that Tracer twitched in annoyance. "Alas, you were not my target, Chérie".

"Tha's not the point".

Widowmaker cocked her head to the side. "Is it not? You asked and I answered".

Tracer scoffed. "Am I your target now then?"

Silence greeted her question as Widowmaker struggled for an answer. She actually felt a little uncomfortable under the scrutiny of the Overwatch agent's gaze. The girl was asking some worrying questions, questions she didn't have answers to.

It bothered her, but she couldn't understand why.

Quick as a whip, she grabbed the front of Tracer's jacket and yanked her forward, drawing the small dagger from her thigh belt and holding it against the girl's throat before she could react. Hearing a gasp from the woman told her she hadn't been expecting it.

They were at a stalemate, Tracer's gun digging more persistently into her middle while her own blade dug into the woman's artery.

The voices in her head were screaming at her to finish the job, kill her now. Kill her. Do it. It's what you're programmed for. Tracer's pulse beat wildly under her blade. She shook her head to clear it, blocking them out. She knew why she hadn't killed her. This silly girl had brought out more of her emotions, made her feel.

Dare she say it… The playful Brit made her feel ALIVE.

"If you were my target, foolish girl," Her eyes boring into the brunette's, noses almost brushing from how close their faces were. "You would be dead".

Releasing a breath she hadn't realised she was holding, Tracer could feel her cheeks burn from the close proximity and Widowmaker's cool breath against her lips.

Still… She looked into the assassin's hard yellow eyes and saw something else there. An emotion she couldn't quite place. A mix of curiosity, excitement and a dash of… what?

Taking a chance, Tracer decided to play it cool. Either I'll get some answers… or a sliced neck. Though she could end up with a sliced neck either way. Yep, might as well take my chances.

She let out a small laugh, hoping it didn't come across as too nervous as she looked up at the French woman. "Maybe you just like me too much, yeah?"

Now that got a surprising reaction from the stoic assassin.

Widowmaker blinked.

Was that the real reason? She had to admit, the girl was a refreshing change from the usual enemies she fought against. The ex-pilot was quick and light on her feet, a hard target to shoot. Someone to match her skills. A challenge.

A challenge that she didn't want to kill just yet.

There was something else there however, albeit small. Something that made her slow heart clench painfully. The thought of anyone else killing the girl made her uneasy. She had even asked Reaper to hold back on the girl, in exchange for going easy on Morrison.

"She is my prey and you will not touch her. Mine".

Slowly, as if curious, Widowmaker brought her dagger away from the girl's throat, replacing it with the soft pads of her cool fingers. A strong, steady pulse greeted them. Unhooking her fingers from Tracer's collar, she let her other hand travel between the girl's jacket opening, laying it flat against the flushed skin of her chest.

It was interesting to say the least. The contrast between their skin, the cool blue of hers against the warm pink of Tracer's was quite appealing. The feeling of the girl's beating heart felt like a fluttering bird itching to get out of a cage, and she reveled in it.

Startled out of her reverie, she felt that the gun pressing against her stomach was replaced by a single finger trailing up her torso, before a small hand rested over her own chest. A quizzical look passed over Tracer's face as she searched for the slow beat of Widowmaker's heart.

Easier said than done, but Tracer had managed to find it, the impossibly slow beat of a heart beneath her palm. She smiled widely as she looked up at the taller woman, pleased with herself.

It was slower than a normal functioning heart, but Widowmaker had felt how the beating had sped up slightly, at least as much as it was able to.

Though it was unnatural to her, Widowmaker felt the strange urge to give a small, genuine smile back to the shorter woman. It was enough to make her cheeks ache from her lack of facial expressions.

She caught the look on Tracer's face, an expression between surprise and utter delight, surprised when the girl raised a hand as if to touch before shying away.

"Wow…"

Widowmaker wasn't really sure what to do, other than indulge the girl… or she could kill her. She shook that thought from her head. Not now.

She was however interested to see where this would all lead to, if anywhere. Something small and warm settled in her chest as she looked down at spiky haired girl, who was still grinning widely up at her.

Talon was able to temporarily get rid of her emotions, but not erase them completely. She'd had to go through regular reconditioning in order to keep them in check, though something about the Brit had managed to tamper with Talon's masterpiece that was Widowmaker.

Reaching a hand out, she hooked her fingers underneath Tracer's goggles and lifted them from her freckled face, eager and impatient to see the eyes that were partially covered. Tracer whined, the goggles catching in her hair as they were tugged off of her face. Surprisingly, she felt a cool, gentle hand untangle the strap while pulling them completely over her head before tossing them aside. The hand in question began running itself through her unruly hair.

What're you doing... What's going on in your head?

Tracer was curious to know what the taller woman was up to, her eyes searching the woman's face for clues. The assassin's face however remained quite impassive as she rubbed strands of windswept hair through her fingers.

She was like a curious child, learning the feel of something for the first time. Widowmaker marvelled at how soft and silky the hair beneath her fingertips felt. She noticed the curious eyes that looked up at her, as if questioning her actions.

Without her goggles, Widowmaker thought the girl looked younger, softer even. Her face looked naked without the sheet of orange covering her eyes.

She decided to indulge herself, taking the time to memorise all the little features of Tracer's face. Now that she could properly see her eyes, she started there, noticing tiny golden flecks of colour in her warm, brown irises that she wouldn't have seen with the goggles in the way. Next were the freckles that scattered across her flushed cheekbones, and fanning across a small upturned nose. Her sharp jaw line coming together to form a defined chin.

Finally, her eyes flicked back up to the last feature of Tracer's face, her lips. She'd heard all sorts of cocky quips exit those full pouty lips of hers, most of them directed at herself; her lips curled upwards at the thought.

Tracer decided to chance it again, she'd started to squirm under Widowmaker's unwavering gaze. She gave the taller woman a charming smile. "Oi, see somethin' you like, love?"

Pain shot through the assassin's neck as she was snapped out of her thoughts, jerking her head away so she wasn't looking at the laughing Brit. She hadn't realised how long she was staring at the girl. How long had they been there for?

She scowled at the wall to her side and ground out a harsh "No" in response.

Still chuckling to herself, Tracer flitted around the woman while trying to get her attention. "Aw it's alright, most girls have the same reaction around me." she finished with a joking wink.

The French woman grimaced, still glaring daggers at the wall. "Ugh, tais-toi, Chérie".

Tracer grinned, almost skipping circles around the assassin. "Y'know I have no idea what you jus' said, but I totally dig it".

She debated on whether to get another reaction from the assassin. So far, her daring antics had been successful. Now or never, right?

Blinking forward, she closed the distance between them, lightly planting her lips against a cool blue cheek in a quick peck. Although cold, the cheek beneath her lips was smooth and delicate.

She pulled back, wanting to get a good look of the assassin's face. Now that's a reaction. Tracer noted.

Widowmaker's face was priceless, the shock at the unexpected kiss was evident in her features as she slowly turned to blink at the shorter girl, letting her fingers brush over the burning spot on her cheek that the girl's lips had left behind. Tracer had wondered if the woman would have blushed if she'd had a regular functioning blood flow.

The girl giggled. "Bloody hell, don't think I've ever seen you lookin' so surprised. Cat gotcha tongue?"

Widowmaker's eyes quickly narrowed. Does this girl ever stop? Always with the cocky quips, it was enough to make her twitch in annoyance. She should kill the annoying fly.

Before she could answer with a retort however, an insistent beeping noise had drawn both of their attention to the small red light on Tracer's gauntlet.

She looked annoyed, even scowled at the beeping red light as she flicked it open to see who was contacting her. Honestly, she would have preferred to just let it ring. "Oh bugger me sideways... S'alright if I take this?" She looked to Widowmaker for confirmation, who waved her off in return. She brought the mic up to her face and accepted the call.

"Heya! You have... Impeccable timing. What's up?" She casually leaned against the closest wall, looking completely relaxed despite there being a trained assassin in the room.

"Lena, where the hell have you been?! We've just secured the payload, the mission is finished. Are you hurt? Do you need medical attention?"

"I was-"

"Honestly, Lena, we were worried about you!" Widowmaker could hear the worried voice on the other end of the call, a voice she recognised as the the Overwatch medic, Mercy.

"I'm totally fine! I was keeping a certain sniper busy," She looked over at Widowmaker, giving her a wink which earned her a raised eyebrow. "It's alright though, I totally won the battle, it was easy really".

She was grinning widely at the look on Widowmaker's annoyed face. She had pointed her rifle at her, as if daring her to keep talking, though Tracer knew she wouldn't shoot. That didn't mean that Widowmaker's trigger finger wasn't itching to however.

"Widowmaker? She was here? And she didn't manage to hurt you?" Disbelief evident in Angela's voice. Tracer glanced over at the taller woman and frowned, Widowmaker smirked at that.

Tracer pouted "Do I detect some disbelief in your tone?"

"Be careful, Lena. You know how dangerous she is. Even if Amélie is in there somewhere, she won't remember you".

"Yes mum," Tracer huffed. "I'll be fine. Just trust me, yeah? I know what I'm doing".

Not exactly the truth but Angela doesn't need to know that... Besides, I'm doing some good here.

She ended the call and glanced over at Widowmaker, unsure of what to say. Though surprisingly, it was Widowmaker who broke the silence. The assassin must have heard the majority, if not all of the call that Tracer had and yet what she brought up surprised her.

"... Lena?" The name rolling off of the French woman's tongue in question. Somehow, it sounded familiar to her ears.

Tracer hesitated. Surely Talon already had a file on her with her name included, right? Judging from the slight curiosity in Widowmaker's expression, she was being genuine.

Was it wise to tell the enemy your real name? Was Widowmaker even the enemy anymore? Was Amélie in there somewhere, fighting to remember? Tracer wasn't so sure. Now that the assassin knew her first name, it made her feel uncomfortable, as if a part of her identity had been stripped bare.

It wasn't exactly easy for Lena to keep her identity a secret, what with the accelerator strapped to her chest. Finding clothes to fit over it and block out the bright blue light was difficult at the best of times. Still... This feels different.

She pushed herself off the wall and sighed. "You 'eared that, huh. I'm surprised you didn't already know, doesn't Talon have files on Overwatch agents?"

The French woman's nose wrinkled "Non, not as many as they would have liked."

Tracer's eared perked. They? Interesting...

"Could we... Maybe keep this our little secret, love?" Lena asked, hopefully.

Widowmaker's eyes narrowed as she looked the brunette over, cold and calculating. It would be so easy to let slip the girl's name to her superior, but was it worth it? Wouldn't more Intel on the girl mean more enemies for her? More Talon agents sent to kill her?

Widowmaker scowled. She is MY prey and mine alone.

The look on the woman's face made Tracer feel uneasy. This is it then? This is the day that Talon finally acquire my name. Well it's been a good li-

"Count yourself lucky, Chérie. I will not tell Talon, that would be too easy." She sauntered towards the open window of the watchtower while preparing her grappling hook. Tracer's eyes widened in surprise. Too easy? Wouldn't that be a good thing? Something didn't quite add up.

"W-wait!"

Before Widowmaker could grapple out of the window, Tracer blinked towards the woman but was swiftly stopped in her path by a hand slamming into her accelerator. Panic filled her as she looked between the assassin, and the flickering blue light streaming through the fingers of the offending hand.

Choose your questions wisely, Lena.

"Why? Not like I'm complaining or anything, I'm just... Surprised is all."

Widowmaker's face barely gave anything away, save for the slight crease between her sharp eyebrows. The palm of her hand was still firmly planted over the warm burst of energy coming from Tracer's accelerator. Looking down at the spiky haired girl, she decided on telling her the truth, or at least part of it.

Shoving the girl away, she chuckled coldly. "Telling Talon would get you killed, foolish girl. You will not die by anyone else's hand, but mine. A spider does not share its prey". And with that, she grappled out onto the nearest building, swinging herself out of sight and leaving Tracer standing dumbfounded.