A/N:

Hey people. It surprises me how many followers this story has gotten! I am glad to see people like it. I have one question though, this is a respond to 'Mr. Beaver Buttington', you said you found the main character a bit whiney. Could you maybe PM me and tell me more specifically by what you mean with whiney? Perhaps I can change it a bit. Also, thanks 'Guest' for your tip. I will make sure to do that in the future. Anyway, I appreciate the support, and again, feel free to tell me your opinion! I am always open to tips and requests!


Widowmaker's POV:

As she reached the flat's roof, she looked around for a comfortable position. She was sent on a 'capture and kill if necessary' mission. This time, her target was a hacker called ENIGMA. Sure, she had heard the name a few times, but nothing major really. As she laid down on the cold concrete roof, she positioned her rifle so it pointed straight at the dark and cramped alleyway. To her, it was just another mission. Every time she was sent on a mission like this, she would never capture the target. No, she always killed her targets.

And Talon knew that all too well.

Which in turn means, that they actually sent her to kill this ENIGMA. As she waited patiently for her target to arrive, she already heard a few muffles footsteps into the alleyway. As she zoomed in to get a clearer picture of her probable target, she examined him. A boy of Oriental origin, probably Chinese or Japanese, in his twenties stood there. He had a slim body and was wearing a black hoodie but he wasn't wearing the cap, which revealed black, messy hair styled in an untidy fashion. He seemed to be using two phones at the same time, she guessed he was trying to hack into the phone. As she recalled her instructions, she remembered he had social anxiety, and communicated through hacking. Not her usual type of target, but a target was still a target.

She aimed her rifle at his head and put her finger on the trigger. Only a slight push was needed and the boy in front of her would die.

But then the unexpected happened.

He looked up, and stared her into the face.

It wasn't the fact he knew she was there that surprised her, it was the fact that his face was full of determination. He did not try to run, or jump to cover, no. He just stood there, and waited for her to fire.

'Fine, have it your way.'


My POV:

As I stared at the six words depicted in the digital screen, a thousand explanations dazzled through my mind. Could this be a prank? Was this perhaps an ambush of the police? Did a rival hacker did this? Many of those explanations didn't make sense, and I quickly brushed them off, but one remained.

Talon has targeted me.

I stared at the screen. As I turned the phone off, I could see a reflection of myself. I had already scanned the area as I walked into the alleyway. The most plausible explanation was indeed that Talon had targeted me, and that would mean they sent a sniper. The best position for a sniper was on the roof at the most nearby flat that was standing next to me. I put my phone at a 120 degrees angle in the hope of indeed, seeing a sniper.

And I did.

Just not the one I expected.

I looked up and stared at the snipers position.

Widowmaker. The feared Talon assassin. He had read all the known classified documents he could find on the police databases, but he could not find much. You could almost say, that she was his idol.

In his eyes, the perfect human assassin.

A ruthless, efficient and emotionless person. That, dear readers, was what a true worthy human was. Of course, I knew that if she was sent here, it was to kill me. I thought about running, I thought about finding cover, but she would shoot the moment I moved. I was stuck.

She had me in check.

But, a check did not mean defeat. If he played his best/only move he had left, a Stalemate could still occur. I bit my lips and stood still, letting out a nervous sigh and stared at her. A single drop of sweat slowly slipped down my face. I gulped. I did not want to die yet.

The world still needs changing.

As more and more adrenaline pumped inside my body, more sweat started to appear. It wouldn't take long until Widowmaker would realize I was actually afraid.

A weakness I could absolutely not show right now.


Widowmaker's POV:

As she continued to inspect the boy, more and more interesting features came up. He seemed to be cunning, as he wasn't trying to run, instead, he played the long game. He was unique.

Yes, he was. But she wasn't able to tell why. Why hasn't she fired yet? Somehow, her instinct was screaming at her not to fire.

'Fichu'

She gritted her teeth in frustration and put the sniper rifle down, looking at the boy below her with her own eyes. She jumped up and shot her grappling hook on the wall nearby the boy and landed softly onto the ground, just a few inches before him. She could feel his warm breath touching her cold skin.

'Oops.' Was all she could think of, as they remained in the same position for a brief moment.


My POV:

As she was standing right in front of me, my heartbeat increased significantly as I stared into her beautiful yellow eyes. I somehow wanted this moment to last forever.

But alas, nothing lasts forever.

I took a few steps behind, and stumbled over a small rock that was lying on the floor right behind me, making me fall on my back. As pain blasted through my back, the sniper stood beside me and offered me her hand. As I hesitated to grab her hand, loud footsteps could be heard behind me.

''Hey look! Isn't that Widowmaker?''

''Yeah, but who's that with her?''

I swore under my breath as I quickly reached for her hand and was surprised by how firmly she held it. She softly whispered into my ear in her sweet French accent.

''Hold my hand,'' before I could realize what she meant, she aimed and shot her grappling hook to the roof where she came from, before I could even scream like a girl in preparation, we shot through the air and landed onto the roof.

Well, she landed, I didn't

I crashed onto the cold concrete floor, a loud thumb following my crash. I lay on the cold floor for a few seconds before managing to stand up. Widowmaker had already made her way to the other side of the roof, and seemed to be speaking into a transmitter. Finally, a moment to grab my thoughts together.

First thing's first; I'm not dead.

No shit Sherlock.

Second, she spared me. Which means-

''Enigma,'' said a soft feminine voice as her elegant figure approached me. I looked into her eyes as she moved closer.

''Why did you spare me?'' I asked, puzzled. Her lips curled into a small smile as she shot me a sideways look.

''Please, you're one of the most brilliant hackers out in the world. I take it you should've figured it out already.''

She was right. Why didn't I?

Oh wait, the embarrassed thought was still with me. You know, that moment. Doesn't appear she has any trouble with it though. Oh I also forgot.

She had no emotion.

''So, shall we?'' she asked and extended her hand to me. I looked at her hand covered in dark leather. A small smile crept onto my face. Remember I told you I disliked anarchists/terrorists? Well, I still do.

But, well, what would you do if you were in my shoes? Refuse and leave? Please, you and I both know I would receive a bullet in the head were I to do that. Accept the hand of the beautiful but deadly Widowmaker?

Likely.

I shook her hand and stared into her eyes. We were at about the same height, which made it easier to make eye contact.

''I accept your offer, spider.''

Gosh, why do I feel like I am making a deal with the devil?

''Magnifique,'' she said as a military helicopter landed on the roof, throwing a lot of wind against us. As the door slowly opened, I followed her inside the helicopter. The sound of the copter still ringing in my ears. Not much was inside, very empty. As she sat down, I hesitated and looked over to the men clad in black armor with masks looking at me. Probably surprised and/or disgusted. It could've been my imagination, but if I didn't know better, one was sending me a glare and the other a wink.

Just like what you should expect from military soldiers. The thought disgusted me.

Look, I know it's awkward to sit right next to a woman like Widowmaker you just met a few minutes ago, but I think I would rather sit next to her than those (probably?) ex- soldiers. Let's be serious for a moment, why would they want a young adult here, and one that sucks in combat, instead, he could only work miracles with numbers. Let alone the fact the one and only Widowmaker recruited him.

I know, mind blown.

The Helicopter started to rise and fly away from my beloved city, King's row. I took a moment to let in the fresh air.

Hah, did I say fresh air?

Sorry, I mean freaking sweat. All over the place.

Also a thing about military I guess.

I was knocked out of my thoughts as Widowmaker decided to break the comfortable/awkward silence between us. Sorry, I didn't know which one fitted better.

''Do you believe in miracles?''

I took a moment to think before answering.

''No,'' I responded, a single, but powerful word.

She nodded and looked away. Not showing a hint of agreement or disagreement.

''You and Reaper. I will be honest, you should not work together again,'' the moment I spat out the words, she looked back at me with a curious look on her face. ''What makes you think so?''

''First thing's first, why the fuck would rob a museum in day light, second, you should have abandoned the mission the moment you were intercepted by Overwatch agents, third, how the flying fuck did you not HIT ANYBODY except that gorilla I guess, not like it had much impact on him,'' I said in her face as she started to give me an entertained look.

''Who says we wanted the mission to succeed?''

I raised my eyebrow. I started to think possible reasons. Well, since I wanted to impress my probably future superior, I had to answer this question.

Look, I was guild master in my W.O.W guild, and when I played Dungeons and Dragons, I was or the Dungeon Master or some tactician, so I know my shit. This was, of course, when I wasn't dying of boredom of the two too EZ games. (Sorry, no intention to brag)

''You wanted to make Overwatch think you wanted to steal the gauntlet but instead it was a distraction and you are planning for a much bigger mission. Correct?''

She smiled.

''You are a lot smarter than you look.''

''I take offense from that statement.'' She smiled and nodded slightly.

''We are taking out Mondatta, tomorrow.''

''What?''

''He's gonna have a statement tomorrow, King's row, 19.30. I would need your assistance. Your first mission.''

''What?''

''What, you don't want to kill him?'' she asked me, with an annoyed look.

''No. I would love to, just, I, uh, how do I put this.'' I searched around my head to find a word to describe it, but I didn't manage to find it. Instead, I guess I would just say random shit that sounded about right.

''… I-I n-never worked w-with a-'' No, I could not finish the sentence as Widowmaker continued to give me that impatient look. Screw this anxiety!

''N-nevermind.''

'I have never worked with a woman before, and I am frightened to think that the first time will be an assassination!'

Yeah, I know it's kinda childish. I thought you would like to know what I wanted to say.

She shook her head and looked away, grabbing her rifle and moved her thin fingers across the blue part of the rifle.

''What is your gun called?'' I asked, without asking.

''Widow's kiss,'' she answered almost immediately.

''Would you like one?'' she asked looking at me with a charming smile, making me tomato red, and the soldiers sitting across my jealous and angry, well, that's what I think, anyway. Can't see their faces behind their masks.

'Hm, just kidding,'' she finally said, and looked back. I sighed of relief. Suddenly, I thought about it.

Why can I talk so freely when talking to her? I recalled a moment with Rachel.

''You one day, need someone to break through your thick shell.''

I never really understood that statement, even though I think myself as a philosopher myself. Would she mean that this person would be the first person I could talk normal to? If so, could this be called love?

Hah, love, such a funny word. It-

You know what, I am not gonna tell you another explanation about why I dislike it. Maybe it's genuine, maybe not. We will see. What I did not know though, was that a Trojan horse already broke through my mental firewall I tried so hard to keep intact.

You know what it was called, translated into my language?

l0ve-trojan