"Reaper said I'm... lactose-something. it means I can't have milk, I think." She grinned at the woman in front of her, happily braiding away at her hair.

"Lactose Intolerant?" She asked, moving her head to glance over at her. She nodded quickly, practically beaming. The woman chuckled, humming softly. "Isn't that a shame- growing girls need milk."

"There's almond milk and stuff. They make ice cream with it, too! It's really yummy. Reaper gets it for me all the time."

"Speaking of Gabe, where is he?" She asked, glancing around the little apartment.

Mary sighed and shrugged, "He went away for a bit; the last mission made him kinda angry." She said, finishing with her hair. She set the braid over her shoulder and smiled proudly. "Done!"

"Looks good, Chica! Thanks." She smiled, touching the braided hair. She leaned back and sighed, looking up at Mary. "He was really that pissed that we didn't kill her?"

Mary paused, thinking it over before shaking her head. "It was more of the fact he got hurt." She said finally, "He doesn't like that." Sombra hummed in understanding, nodding her head slightly. Neither spoke for a while. They simply sat there, both thinking of what to say. In the end, Mary was first to speak.

She huffed and shifted to look down at the woman, amber eyes wide. "Aunt Sombra?" She received a soft hum in reply. "... Did you let her go on purpose?"

She watched the woman stiffen, sitting up straight. She turned and faced Mary directly, smiling. "And what makes you think that?"

She hummed lightly, shrugging. "Just something Reaper mentioned..." She mumbled, "He said you weren't talking for a really long time, and then suddenly the lady got away." She stared up at her, smiling. "You're smart, so I don't think it was an accident that she 'got away'."

Sombra stared at her for a moment before snorted, visibly relaxing. She leaned back against the couch and gave a light chuckle. "You're pretty smart yourself, Chica."

She smiled, beaming at that. "Y'know, if you had told Reaper, he'd have changed the plan to help you out." She said, head tilting. Sombra paused at that, brows furrowing. "He's done it before, when Talon hires him for jobs he doesn't care for, or if it has to do with Jesse." She huffs a quick breath, standing up from the couch.

Sombra watched her walk to the kitchen, raising an eyebrow. "Gabriel "hard ass" Reyes sabotages his own jobs?" She mused, grinning.

"Reapy does a lot of things." She said happily, walking back over with a tub of ice cream and two spoons. "He shot one of the scientists for trying to take me once." She giggled, plopping down beside Sombra.

"No shit!" She laughed, taking one of the spoons from the girl. She leaned against the couch and scooped into the ice cream, "Mmm... You were right; this almond stuff's pretty good."

Mary giggled, nodding her head. "I know."

A/N: Hello, Fallen here. Back at it again with another little one-shot. I hope I wrote Sombra well enough; I love her, but I'm not too sure on how to write her personality.

This was thanks to my friend Alex who gave me the prompt "Milk" and tedpierce18 whom requested something with Sombra or Widowmaker. I'll be doing something with Widow in a bit, probably in the next couple of chapters.

Mary is pretty fond of Sombra, but is more fond of her hair. She would probably cry if Sombra said she couldn't play with it. Also, a little sneak peak into more of my dumbass headcanons and slight AUish stuff.

Reaper's a hard ass and likes to stick to a plan, but he has most definitely sabotaged his own plans in order to reach the goal and outcome he wants.

He's selfish like that, and Mary knows it. Now, Sombra knows it too.

Thank you to Shimmering Dawnstar for leaving a review! I'll have something with Overwatch soon, maybe tomorrow if I can get some prompt ideas.