Widowmaker never touched anyone unless she was hurling them to the ground or assassinating them (and even then, most of the time she was using a long-range weapon so contact rarely occurred). She reacted in disgust when any teammates would try to pat her on the back in celebration, or attempt to give her an embrace. She was uninterested in physical contact and was adept at avoiding it, and after others spent time with her, they avoided it, too.
Part of it was because she knew people (putting aside omnics, as plenty couldn't feel temperature) would be shocked and repulsed by her inhuman temperature (if they didn't get the hint of her purple skin), and she wanted nothing to do with their reactions. Another part was that contact was a sign of familiarity or a relationship, and that just wasn't something that Widowmaker did. She harbored no emotion unless she was ending someone's life, and that was that.
At least, that was what she thought.
Despite Widowmaker's extreme skill, she did happen to have days where things weren't just going her way. It was frustrating, to say the least. It was the first mission in a new area and she was with unfamiliar people, and she had to support a team. There were many things wrong with this, especially because Widowmaker was used to being a one-woman team who could disable a whole force of soldiers. It was really weird when her teammates would come help her out, because the only help she had received in the past was transportation to and from her mission.
One of her current teammates was an Asian woman who had some strange ability to manipulate ice. Often times she would raise up a temporary wall of ice to protect her teammates from enemy fire or to raise herself up to a higher level. Widowmaker did not like this woman much, because too many moments occurred when she was about to kill an enemy and then suddenly her scope was full of blue ice, effectively halting her shot. That was part of the reason she was doing a bit poorly; she didn't know how to work with these teammates and their abilities. They were more of a hindrance than of a help.
After several missed shots, Widowmaker was feeling an edge of annoyance. She grimaced and stepped to the edge of the building roof, lifting her rifle back up to line up the crosshair with some poor sap's head. Suddenly she heard someone call out something (she wasn't sure what), and all of sudden she felt her whole body get elevated several feet into the air (Imbecile!, she thought furiously to herself, knowing exactly who the culprit was). Widowmaker's foot slipped on the cool ice, and then she was falling forward down to the ground.
She instinctively turned her body so she could shoot her grapple back at the building, but the fall was too short and she hit the floor.
But whatever she was on was far too soft to be cement, and Widowmaker found herself caught in the arms of the heavily-dressed ice-manipulator, looking up into earnest brown eyes. The woman who had caused her fall in the first place. Widowmaker was temporarily stunned by her beauty and the prospect of being held.
"Are you alright?" The Chinese woman asked, setting Widowmaker down immediately.
"What were you thinking?!" Widowmaker snapped, her frustrations hitting a peak. "What the hell was that?" She glared down at the shorter woman.
But the other woman was not one to take anyone's nonsense.
"Excuse me?" She argued. "I just saved your life." Widowmaker rolled her eyes.
"You were the one who put my life in danger in the first place, petite. Stay out of my way and don't touch me." She said in a pinched and condescending voice, and turned to walk away. Widowmaker was done with dealing with incompetent teammates like her. The woman said something in Chinese before switching to English.
"An enemy went behind us, and you were their first target." She said, and gestured to the corpse up on the roof. Someone else had heard the ice woman's call, and had shot down the enemy after Widowmaker was lifted up on the ice wall. "Sorry for touching you; it won't happen again. And a 'thank you' would be nice." The woman added, before turning away to join the battle again. Widowmaker narrowed her eyes, and decided not to say anything else out of pride. She continued to stalk away, only realizing then that the woman hadn't even mentioned her strange color or temperature.
Being held in the soft and fluffy coat hadn't been all bad, because she was just touching the fabric. And having a face like that woman's looking down at her definitely hadn't been unpleasant. Widowmaker thought her cheeks felt warmer than usual, but she dismissed the thought.
It was only when she was trying to listen to her teammates to figure out the woman's name that she realized something was wrong.