finally got around to uploading this chapter, kinda took a while.. was playing Overwatch on the xbox and I lost track of time.. but anyways.

Widow spent her few days patrolling the outskirts of King's row. Her supervision wasn't needed but there was this urge for her to leave the bland and boring base she was currently stationed at. She was given a mission but instead she spent most of her time observing the town. She was only stationed here for a small while, but it felt like forever. Just sitting around and doing nothing was a bore, she didn't find anything interesting. The training room was full of novice agents, mainly those that could hardly keep their eyes from wondering across her toned and exposed skin at times. Men. What else could you expect from them? Always stuck in a lewd world, only seeking for pleasure. Widow had no desires but the kill, but even know the thrill was gone. Only one person made her want it, it was a desire that had no ends, it was something she thrived for. But now, that desire ended. Every single time she went through her reconditioning phase, that desire was no longer lighted. Of course she didn't tell the higher ups, she still wanted to be useful to the company. Tonight was no difference, she had an empty feeling and she needed to take a small walk outside. She watched the day turn into the night, the streetlamps light up the darkness of the town. But still nothing could make her feel that burning desire she had long ago. She held a bored gaze, watching a peaceful encounter until something caught her eye.

It was fast, but not fast enough to go unnoticed by her trained senses. Widow instinctively peered through her scope, trying to find the sudden intruder. A small glimpse of the skilled runner made Widow start to pursue them. The way the intruder jumped, leaped, ran, and disappeared without notice made Widow smirk softly. She felt a small tingle of the thrill she lost as she went in pursuit of the intruder. She threw a venom mine ahead, and used her quick sniping skills to quickly set the mine off, making the intruder gasp and tumble down.

"Too easy"

She almost purred, a hint of emotion was found lurking in her words as she stepped to the person on the ground. As much as she didn't want the chase to end, what was that American saying, "All good things must come to an end?" or something like that. She scoffed and placed the barrel of her gun down at the person's head, her finger eager to pull the trigger. The hooded person quickly kicked the barrel away as Widow pulled the trigger, causing her bullet to stray away from her target. She was caught off guard, and suddenly found herself on the ground, her hand was placed over her nose. It wasn't everyday where she would let herself be caught off guard. She saw the hooded figure stand before her, she the night was in their favor, shading their face from her. Oh how she hated this. Widow gritted her teeth in annoyance, her hand slowly reached for the knife on her thigh, watching the hooded person's movements carefully. But then before Widow could unsheathe her knife a sudden crash startled the two. Before Widow could attack the hooded person quickly ran to the source, observing the situation that was happening. She was given a perfect opportunity to take out this strange person, and shes not letting this chance slip through her fingers. Widow quietly picked up her Widow's kiss, already aiming for her prey. She wanted the perfect kill, the height of the anticipation to eat away at her as she killed, but to kill this person in such a shameful way only angered her even more. She lowered her rifle, the heat of the battle faded. It wasn't perfect, none of it was. Even she had standards for her prey. Widow scoffed before launching her grappling hook and went off into another section of the town. She looked behind her, and no one was following after her. Her small thrill ended as fast as it started, and she hated it. She had an incoming message blink on her head-com, and she only 'tsk'ed as she answered it.

"Widowmaker here."

Widow narrowed her eyes. Why was it suddenly she became a messenger? Her current mission was to deliver a message and that was it. So how the hell did she get caught up in this? She didn't even know places like this existed in King's row! She was reaching her limit.

"Docteur-"

"Shush Amiele, let me just enjoy this moment."

Widow gritted her teeth. She hated being called that. She stared at the woman sitting beside her, her face hidden by a raven's mask. Currently there was one of them, strippers sitting on her lap, letting her touch and caress certain parts for a price.

"Some special class you are"

Widow muttered, taking a sip of the wine. The raven masked woman only chuckled as she slid a 50 pound sterling note in the woman's undergarments. Then she waved her off as the raven woman turned to face Widow.

"Don't forget I'm special class for a reason, unlike miss messenger here."

She taunted as she took a drink of scotch, savoring the taste. Widow glared and took another sip of her wine, looking away from the raven mask.

"Come on, loosen up a little bit. I'll even buy you a little time with a lovely lady or man of your choice."

She offered to the French woman who only glared and drank more of the wine.

"Non"

The raven mask only sighed and shook her head, running a hand through her short slicked back hair. She only shrugged as she called over another stripper, letting the woman sit on her lap, soft touches on the exposed skin. Clearly she was a regular customer, most of the staff knew her by the mask, but all of the female and male workers knew her and they sometimes competed for her attention. Widow scoffed.

"You're as bad as the recruits."

She said as she finished her wine, seeing the raven masked woman smile and only sigh.

"Alright, alright let's talk."

She gave in, sliding two 50 pound notes into the skimpy lingerie and waved off the woman on her lap. She turned to face Widow again.

"So what is it you're wanting me to do this time?"

She asked in an irritated tone, picking up her scotch and letting the liquid swish around the glass before she took a drink. Widow only growled in annoyance.

"The same thing we've been asking for years, docteur."

The woman sighed.

"And I keep telling you Ameile, I am not a doctor."

Widow narrowed her eyes at this woman, oh how she hated her. She never had a reason to, but there was something she didn't like about this, specical class but she had to follow orders. After all, that's all widow was left with. Taking orders or being killed. Clearly she liked living.

"Your degree clearly disagrees with you, docteur"

Widow shot back, making the raven masked woman groan.

"Fine, fine. I expect payment is the same?"

"Oui."

Widow just wanted to leave. She hated being here, she hated being sent on missions as a messenger, especially when it's mainly for her. She pulled out a card from her inner breast pocket, which made the raven masked woman smirk a little. Widow handed her the card, which she took happily.

"Hope you didn't warm it up for me."

She joked but Widow didn't find it amusing. She took the card and slid it into her pocket.

"Ah, I almost forgot. I need another shipment delivered."

Widow could feel her eyebrow twitch.

"When?"

She hated this woman.

"Before Monday."

She gritted her teeth and forced herself to comply.

"I'll let them know."

If this woman wasn't a higher rank than her, she would have already killed her by now.

"Are we done now?"

Widow asked as the raven masked woman nodded and waved her away, calling over a male stripper, forgetting about Widow. She left the perverted docteur in that disgusting place, walking out to the fresh and cool air of the night. She needed another day off, sometimes it was just too much for her.

"Who knew the famous Widowmaker would be seen coming out a place like this?"

Widow turned and saw the hooded figure leaning against a lamp-post, a digital camera in their hands. She narrowed her eyes, she couldn't recognize that voice.

"Who are you?"

The hooded person only laughed, trying hard to keep out of the light.

"I said, who are you?"

She repeated, this time reaching for her Widow's kiss. The hooded person took a step back, still laughing.

"Whoa come on, tell me, did you order some kind of 'special' service? Or do you work here part time?"

They mocked, she could feel the cockiness oozing from them, which reminded her of a certain someone. With quick reflexes Widow sent a few bullets straight to the hooded person's camera, who quickly dodged the oncoming bullets. She gritted her teeth in annoyance. The hooded person giggled, which was something Widow caught right away, but she didn't get to hear much of it before they quickly placed a hand over their mouth, turning away. Widow couldn't leave without knowing who this hooded person was, especially not after hearing that laugh. She needed answers, and she was going to find out no matter what. She quickly ran up to the hooded person, quickly reaching for their right arm and pulling it behind their back before slamming them onto the pavement.

"Ow! Wow, flexible much?"

They strained to say, crying out in pain from the strain their arm took. Widow leaned forward, almost hissing into their ear.

"Who are you?"

She asked, applying more pressure to the arm, causing the smaller person to squirm under her. They didn't say anything, but stayed quiet, only groaning in pain from the pressure. She was growing impatient, and applied more pressure, causing them to grit their teeth. She was getting impatient, and grabbed the hood and pulled it back. All she could see was the backside of the hooded person's head, partially shaven on the left side. But then something else caught her eye, the spider bites on their left ear. At a first glance, she couldn't tell it was a ear, the way it was so red and had a leathery look. Who ever this person was, they certainly had survived something. She pressed their face harder into the sidewalk, their left side was facing her. She surveyed the burnt and leathery face, noticing a thin line that was a little darker than the rest of the face. Widow slowly let one finger trace along it, watching the person squirm from her could touch.

"Bloody hell you're cold!"

They exclaimed, and she only softly smirked.

"Now, who are you?"

She practically purred, this anticipation was biting at her. This familiar accent, the cocky tone, that giggle, it was eating away at her. Perhaps she was just waiting for something like this. They just forced a chuckle and squirmed a little more, making Widow apply even more pressure, making them cry out in pain.

"You know if you wanted to do this to someone I could have hired someone for you right?"

She sighed, ignoring the Raven masked woman as she stepped out of the door way and into the light. The hooded person watched the two exchange looks, eying the masked person. This masked person was wearing this raven mask, hiding their face, and they were wearing all black. Black slacks, black button up top that was slightly messed up, the first two were unbuttoned, a few red marks wer placed on the exposed skin. She waited for the right moment to break free, but she had to wait for the perfect time. The raven woman chuckled, which made Widow frown.

"Come on, let the boy go."

The hooded person scoffed, slightly squirming from the grip Widow had on them. She didn't budge, she kept her hold on them, staring right into those eye sockets. She chuckled again, this time stepping a little closer.

"I know you haven't been on the best terms with me, but come on let the little one go."

Widow narrowed her eyes, only scoffing and pressing their face even more, this time stepping on their back.

"Some 'special class' you are"

She spat as she let go of them violently, kicking them hard on the side. She glared at the mask, flipping them off before she used her grappling hook and went off somewhere else. Looks like she'll find out who this person is some other time, which she didn't have the patience for.

"Well that wasn't very nice."

The masked woman said to no one in particular, only seeing the hooded person squirm around in pain. She smirked as she walked up to the person on the floor, crouching down and gently poking their side.

"Say kid, how would you like to make a trade?"

It was way past curfew when Lena returned from her little night out, feeling all beaten and lost. She was just looking for her old apartment in the area, to see if there was anything there she could use for her chronal accelerator. Her little night out on the town was quickly interrupted when she found Widowmaker sitting on the roof of a nearby building, just casually sitting there. The curiosity got to her, which got her stuck in this whole mess. But what really got to her was the fact Widow was staring right into this blood mug of a face, and she could see those golden eyes looking for some sort of resemblance. But there was none. Widowmaker, who Lena was constantly fighting in missions no longer recognized her. This scarred up face proved it. She felt lost, her sworn enemy didn't even know who she , Lena was sliding through her window, trying not to make loud noises to wake Dakota. Lena landed into her room with a thump, making her wince out in pain. She looked to the door, hearing no footsteps or anything signifying that Dakota was woken up. She sighed. She struggled to stand, leaning heavily on the small table beside her bed. Bed. All she wanted to do now was to sleep and forget this night even existed. First getting in a small fight with Widowmaker, then getting into another fight with her, Widow not recognizing her, and then meeting some pervert who wanted to buy the camera she had. Like hell Lena was gonna let them buy it, she wanted to use that as some sort of blackmail for whenever she needed it. She took off her large hoodie, then the tank top she was wearing underneath it. She winced out as she saw the numerous bruises that were starting to form. Her hands were carefully touching the bruised flesh. Lena wanted to groan but just held it in. As much as she wanted to take a nice relaxing bath to calm her nerves, she couldn't. The perks of living with Dakota, the woman didn't believe in having a relaxing bath, but instead bearing the heat of a sauna, which Lena couldn't find enjoyable. There was no 'bath' really, only a shower and the sauna foundation in the backyard. Lena sat down on the bed, she was tired, all she wanted to do now was to sleep. She laid down, letting her relax against the soft and comfy mattress, letting out a small sigh. It didn't take long for her to fall asleep.

When Lena woke up, the whole place was quiet, she couldn't hear the sounds of tableware clattering, the soft sounds of people talking and how it normally was. Instead it was quiet, only the sound of her breathing was all Lena heard. She got up, wincing as her muscles were sore and tense from yesterday night. Lena quickly slid on a t-shirt and stepped out of her room. She looked at the calendar Dakota put up in the hallway, it was Saturday and normally the shop would have been open by now. She knocked on Dakota's door, and it only creaked open. She peeked into the room, which was something Lena rarely did. One of Dakota's major rules was to never enter her room unless told to. But looking around Dakota wasn't around. She stepped inside, seeing the tribal blanket that was neatly folded on her bed. But what really caught her attention was pile of scattered papers on the desk, which Lena couldn't ignore. She walked over the desk, picking up a few pieces of paper. She groaned.

"What? Only bills?"

Clearly Dakota had a well planned out checkbook, along with her financial expenses. Lena looked through a few more papers, finding income receipts and a lot of things she couldn't understand. She found one of her old bank statements, and she gasped at the amount.

"Bloody hell she's rich!"

Numbers that were exceeding past the 7th digit, and it wasn't all zeros either. But then something else caught her eye, it was almost hidden out of sight, but a little corner was poking out. Lena placed the statement down and carefully lifted up some papers and gently pulled the old news paper out of it's hiding spot. It was an old newspaper that was wrinkled up and showed signs of wear and some tear. She read the heading aloud to herself.

"Overwatch disbanded?"

This newspaper was old! Why did she hold onto something this old? More importantly, why did she even have it in the first place? Lena looked a little more, and found a large series of old newspapers, all of them relating to Overwatch before the organization became illegal. Lena kept searching, finding more and more newspapers until she came across one that made her stop dead in her tracks.

"Overwatch medical team killed?"

But before she could read any more, she heard the door of the shop open, the bell ringing.

"Oxford, you awake?"

She froze, she quickly looked around the room, she made a mess with the papers and she quickly tried to fix and arrange the papers in a neat fashion. She heard the woman grumbling and making her way to the staircase. She quickly grabbed the article and ran out off Dakota's room, being as quiet as possible. She had to quickly stash the newspaper in her room without Dakota noticing. But she was already walking up the steps, Lena knew she had only one option left. Sure, Dakota said she should never try it again, but desperate times calls for desperate measures. Lena rushed forward, blinking across the hallway and into her room, crashing and hitting her bed. Well the good thing was she could still blink after so long, but the bad part was it took a toll on her core, causing the light to dim and flicker, losing that blue color. She stashed the newspaper under her bed as Dakota came crashing in the room, seeing Lena laying on the ground, her bed a mess. She sighed.

"What are you doing Oxford?"

Lena only faked a chuckle as she struggled to get up, with the help of Dakota Lena was pulled to her feet. Dakota only sighed as she ruffled her messy short hair, looking at Lena.

"Alright, well get ready. Take a shower and get dressed in 20. Wear something a little more, comfortable."

She said before patting Lena on the back. Lena only smiled and tried her best to ignore the pain she was feeling, her muscles were still sore from all of last night and with that horrible landing, it only made it worse. She smiled and waved as Dakota left her room. Lena glanced at the door, hearing Dakota walk to her room, and she waited before she heard the door close. As much as Lena wanted to grab the newspaper under her bed, she had to wait for tonight. She only had 20 min to get ready for whatever Dakota had planned. She quickly threw on a comfy sweater and a pair of loose fitting jeans, her favorite pair of converse and throwing on a beanie. She didn't care how she looked, honestly, it's already bad enough her face constantly looked like crap everyday so why should she have to try and smooth it over with some nice clothes? It was only a waste of her time. She met up with Dakota, who was waiting downstairs with two to-go coffee cups, handing the one in her right hand to Lena.

"Here, made it just the way you like it, be sure to drink it when it's warm, it's getting chilly out."

Dakota told her as Lena took the cup from her hand, taking a small sip. Lena nodded in approval, she was never fond of anything bitter, she liked sweet things and Dakota knew her way around the kitchen when it came to making drinks. It wasn't too hot, where it would burn her tongue but it was hot enough where she could drink it comfortably without trying to cool it down. Dakota on the other hand, she liked semi-sweet things, mainly because of how old she's gotten, which Lena gets scolded for when she brings it up. Lena waited as Dakota finished packing up a few last items in her bag, taking a drink of her sweet coffee. Dakota zipped up her bag before slinging it over her shoulder and nodding her head towards the door.

"Alright, com'on."

Lena followed Dakota as she headed out, holding the door for her and then locking it after Lena stepped out, shuddering slightly from the slightly cold breeze. Dakota called out a cab and gestured for Lena to get in, which she did.

"Say, where are we going?"

She asked while Dakota sat next to her, letting the backpack rest at her feet. Dakota gave the driver a map as she leaned back in the seat.

"Just to go out for the day, and I figured you might want to do something else rather than spending your Saturday morning serving people."

Dakota replied, taking a drink of her coffee. Lena slightly shrugged, knowing that she was right. She didn't want to spend her day waiting on people, and after that incident yesterday, she only wanted to have a more peaceful and calm day. Lena took another drink of her coffee, enjoying the warmth.

"I heard you were once a pilot Oxford."

Dakota suddenly said, causing Lena to look out the window and grip the cup.

"yeah, once I was."

She muttered, taking a slow drink of her coffee. It suddenly tasted bitter.

"Well, I think you'll like where we're going."

She said, noticing the sour look on Lena's face. Dakota only hoped what she was doing was something good. She hoped it was still there, before they move it to who knows where? She wanted the younger girl to cheer up, this week was hard on her, having to watch countless people mourn her death when she never died. But isn't that how it always is? When it comes to war that is, the public is always ready to claim one dead if there is no word from them. She knew how that is. Dakota softly nudged Lena on the side, giving her an apologetic look.

"How was it? You know, to fly?"

She asked Lena, who softly smiled at the memories that popped up in her head.

"It was.. amazing, a feeling of accomplishment every time your wheels lifted off the ground, it was a feeling that could never get old."

Lena said as she looked out the window, her eyes were looking up to the cloudy sky. Dakota smiled as she looked out the window and the car came to a stop.

"Well, you ready to go and check out some old planes then?"

She asked her as Dakota led Lena out of the car and Lena's eyes lit up looking at the aircraft hangars in the area. She figured the younger girl needed a way to cheer up, somehow and well this was one way she could try to cheer her up.

I feel as I'm not getting a full understanding of Tracer's character and expressing her in the story, but then again she is 'dead' to the public so... But hope you enjoyed this chapter! Let me know if there was something you didn't understand in the reviews or feel free to pm me. I don't have a beta reader so yeah.. bad English. Sorry it was short.