anonymous: How about Widowmaker flirting like hell in the middle of a fight with Tracer which causes her to make mistakes like blinking into walls?
this was fun. not as much action as they probably wanted, but still :)


The first time she'd said it, Tracer hadn't thought anything of it.

The second time…

"Ah, ma petite cherie. You could not stay away, I see."

Tracer had enough high school French (and Orphan Black) inside her to know what Widowmaker had just said. She just didn't know why.

"Ah, come on, love. You ain't that special."

"Non, perhaps not. Though, you cannot deny something."

"Oh yeah? What's that?"

Widow smirked. "My ass is… magnifique."

The expression fell when Tracer blinked out of existence for a second. Right after, a pained, "Ow…." could be heard the next rooftop over, followed by a, "You broke my nose!"

In the span of another second, she recalled back, standing once again in front of the sniper. She certainly didn't look like she had a broken nose, but…

Taking two purposeful steps forward, and then another two as Tracer backed away, Widow bent so she could stare the shorter woman in the eyes. Her hands came to press on Tracer's hips, eliciting a hiccup of a gasp as they climbed higher, running over the backs of Tracer's arms.

"Très intéressant," she murmured, before pulling away. Tracer stared at her for a moment, chest heaving, before she noticed what was now in Widow's hands.

"Oi! Give 'em back!"

Widow held one pistol in each hand. She didn't even look at Tracer for a moment before a wicked smirk lit her face.

"Make me."