A Widow's Curse

Ch2.5/3

London, 3 days after the death of Mondatta. 00:12

Lena had been so lost in thought that she had completely forgot where she was at that moment she had nearly walked right into the glass door of the convenience store. She walked in and walked straight to where the alcohol would be. She didn't quiet know why she had a desiring taste for American beer right then. It wasn't exacty the best tasting out there but it did serve the purpose she needed it to. She settled on a Budlight six -pack and walked to the register.

"Late night drink girly?'' the elder man behind the register asked her.

Lena just nodded, not exactly in the mood for talking. She held her ID out for the man before paying and walking out of the store. Lena walked back home just thinking of the facts that she knew of the woman she so deeply desired. She thought of whatt else that bastard Gereard had to have put her through. During the time That Amelie had been missing all those years ago, Lena vaguely remembered that Gerard had gone off for some time too look for her personally, having returned only mere days before Amelie herself did.

'Coinsedence?' Lena thought to herself. Knowing what she knew now, she couldn't help but wonder if there was something truly darker and more personal behind Gerard's death. Had that bastard been torturing that poor sweet amelie for all those years before? Lena had no way of knowing.

She walked up the stair of the appartment complex and walked to he door. She unlocked the door,opening it and walked inside her home. She set her pack of drinks down on the counter and took one of the bottles, which was still cold, and twisted the cap off. Lena took a long, slow sip of the beverage before walking with it in hand to her couch. Lena desparetly wanted to forget the nightmare which had woke her, and went back to thinking of what she learned all those years ago. What was this strange disease that had cost Amelie so much? Why had Gerard insisted on looking for her alone? Something didn't add up and now it was starting to cause Lena to grow a headache. This caused her to own her first bottle of beer and move on to the second to try to numb her headache.

Lena continued to drink like this for an hour and a half, finishing all six bears and finally able to sleep. She had fallen asleep right there on the couch to the memory of the smell of strawberries.

Talon mid-sea base. 6 hours earlier

Widowmaker was about to recieve another assingment. The Commanders on base would always leave a letter detailing her target within an envelope stamped with a red hourglass: a black widow's mark. She picked the letter up off of her bed and opened it. She pulled the letter from the envelope, unfolding it, she began reading while setting the envelope down.

The mission was another assassination, or to be more acurate, several assassinations. This would be a long mission, only because she was going to have a partner: Sombra. Widow didn't particularly care for the Hispanic Mercenary only because she talked to much. And she wouldn't stop bothering Widow about her past life or her "preferences". Sombra had mentioned several times before about missing some blonde girl named Angela. The Mercenary was only currently employed with Talon. Only a temporary help to be disposed of when er usefulness came to an end. That was how Talon worked. Sombra could still live her life freely, something Widow had never known. Yet at the same time she was annoing, Widow found Sombra's precence pleasent, possibly because she was the only other person that would actually try to get Widow to think of something other than the mission.

The mission itself at least seemed easy enough: wipe out the the Ceo and Bourd of Directors of a major weapons company. They didn't want to agree to assist in supplying Talon, so they would need to be replaced with others that would. Widow was already thinking of plans for the mission when her datapad lit up with intructions, a location, rendevous point with Somba, and a list of names and faces of her targets.

Widowmaker began to prepare for her new assignment. She started by finding and gathering herr equipment; her Venom Mine gauntlet, her helmet, and Widow's Kiss. She put her helmet on then tested to make sure the sights were still tuned to her liking. She then put her gauntlet on and checked to make sure she still had enough Venom Mine's, she would also grab some C4 from the armory, she had an idea for an alternate use for the mines in her gauntlet. Widow then broke down Widow's Kiss for thorough cleaning. An hour to clean her rifle wouldn't hurt the mission any. She'd be leaving early anyways to get an idea of the daily routine's of her targets, such where they went before and after work and how long they spent on any commute's and with who.

After Widow had finished cleaning and putting together her weapon, she called the air pad to let them know she was ready to leave. The pilot would be ready for her by the time she arrived. She began to leave her quarter when Sombra appeared behind the closed door. "What do you want, Pirate Informatique?"

"Whoa. I just wanted to drop by and give you something. Inside this envelope are your detailed medical records from Talon and a flash drive. The drive contains documents refrencing why you're special to Talon. not just as an assassin, but something else. i couldn't make sence of any of it, so maybe you can. You'll want to read these once you're in Paris. It's for your eyes only okay? You don't know the trouble I went to to get this for you. We'll call it a favor for a favor deal?" Sombra asked while handing Widow the envelope. Widow took it and Placed it in her kit bag.

"And why would I owe you a favor for this? I already know my own medical records from what was done to me," Widow replied looking into Sombra's eyes for any snece of deciet or manipulation. She couldn't think of a reason why the Latina Hacker would try to bribe her for a favor with useless information. Still, that bit about Talon and her did slightly interest her in way that may help with these dreams she had been having as of late.

"Because I know you want to be free of this place and live your own life, no? Plus i really need a favor fromyou even if you don't care about that information. I need you to get those records and the flash drive into the hands of Overwatch. Something is seriously not right about the documents on that drive and maybe someone here can make sence of it all. You may just end up being cleared of your so called murder of one of the former agents. Plus I know you decided not to kill that British Agent for some kind of personal reason. But I need you to somehow get that drive into an Overwatch agnet's hands."

Widow thought of this or a moment. her thoughts for the past few days were starting to come together. Yes, there was a reason why she didn't kill Tracer when she had the chance. Widow couldn't understand why, but something told her not to, that Tracer would be important to her, or maybe it was the growing concern that Tracer knew something about her that even Widow didn't know about herself. In all of their duels, Tracer would give her all in defending herself and others, but that was it. She wouldn't retaliate or go on any kind of offensive against Widowmaker. Why? Widow had asked herself this question several times lately.

Tracer was definately beginning to occupy Widow's thoughts, and that worried Widowmaker like nothing else. She had thought of many different possible reasons as to why Tracer didn't try to defeat and kill Widowmaker. Some were worrisome because they were based off of the idea that Tracer knew something about her past life, others were unlikely such as the idea of Tracer simply not being capable of fighting back. But widow knew better. She had witnessed the fighing capability of the British girl and she was quiet impressed by it. Another such unlikely idea was that Tracer had some kind of connection to widow, even a possible emotional attachment to the assassin.

Widow dared not lie to herself, she had entertained the idea of some sort of connection between her and the British girl, even having breifly enjoyed the fantasy idea fo soem sort of emotional bond between them. But her own thoughts would stamp this fntasy every time.

Coming back to her current situation, Widow looked back to Sombra and replied "Why would I betray Talon? What are you trying to do and why am I Involved?"

Sombra turned away "I don't like the idea of a Talon controlled world. There is something bigger than what either of us know going on. I just know that at least someone in Overwatch would be willing to help find out what's really going on with Talon. And I know you want to get answers." After saying this, Sombra left the room and Widowmaker to her thoughts.

Widow shook her head clear and started walking from her room to the landing pad. She would have time for personal thoughts later, now it was time to focus on the mission.

A/n: Alright so another chapter done. I actually started this chapter a few hours after finishing chapter 2 and realized how it was tying in so yeah 2.5 or 3. whichever you want to call it.

Anyways i'm thoroughly enjoying writng this story. again it is my first fic so bear with me as i learn. I really hope that it actually hows in each chapter that i am trying to grow as a writer. The idea for the story just popped in my head one day while reading another fanfic and i just said 'hey why not try my hand at it finally?'

translation: Pirate Informatique (french) basically means computer hacker.

Anyways if you are reading this, than please leave a review (your choice) but i would like to know how i'm oing and what y'all think of the story so far. thanks.

Till next time