xºThis time we are adding another character. And here's how Bruce and Her meet.

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She feels.

Not the way humans do, but she feels.

She feels today.

She felt yesterday.

And she felt a week ago.

It just doesn't feel the same, the action of assassinating, that is.

It doesn't feel bad. Or, at least, it didn't.

It didn't before, when she killed Overwatch agents.

It didn't before, when she took her husband's life.

But now it did. It felt bad. It felt horrible.

When she killed for the last time, her hands were shaking. She was sweating, and her heartbeat had raised to an almost normal one.

It didn't feel exactly good when she spared a life, thought. Because it didn't.

She didn't want to have the right to spare a life.

She didn't want to kill again, not even shoot, and for that…

For that, she left Talon.

She left everything, she left Gabriel, she left missions, she left her all.

Ironically, the only thing she didn't leave was her only companion.

Her weapon.

She bring it with her, because she wasn't strong enough to leave it.

Her rifle was part of her, just like the way it used to be with Ameliè, when she was still alive.

She still had that name, but she didn't deserve it. And wouldn't use it unless it was necessary.

When she escape from Talon, everything changed for good.

No one would look at her with suspicious eyes, or would try to kill her immediately, like in that weird, dangerous base they had, in which only the strong survived, and the weaklings were left to die alone.

She had decided, since then, that maybe it was time for her to redeem herself. It was time to show the world that spiders can do other things than just kill.

It was time to show the world that Widowmaker is gone, and that Amelié will be back.

But before that, she was determined to get a better apartment.

Because living in Dorado, city in which a little special dumbass retarded idiot, such as Sombra, grew up, was like living in literal hell.

Oh and trust her.

She knows hell.

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He didn't blink. No. It didn't work like that.

He didn't just accelerate his molecules to go faster in time and space.

He just...teleported.

He did and he bets it was a long distance teleport.

It was an extremely long distance teleport.

He appears in a small, cozy apartment, just like when he first got to this universe.

It was a rather normal apartment for him, a little too small, but big enough for one person.

He looks around, hardly seeing anything, since it was dark time.

It didn't look like the owner of the place was there yet, and so he tried his best to teleport, but a beep sound make him realize that he didn't have any energy left in his Chronal Accelerator to do it.

If you blink too much, you might run out of juice, luv. Make sure you take cover and let the thing rest for a few before using it again. His beautiful Lena once told him, and he assumes using such a large teleportation skill would consume all the juice in one go.

I'll have to get out of here first, He thinks, and starts looking for a door, or maybe a window...or something.

He stumbles with something metallic and big, and lifts himself from the floor to see what the heck made him trip.

"What is this…" He takes the device and examines it…

It takes him a few seconds to realize what that dangerous device was.

"Holy shit, no." He carefully places it where it was supposed to be, "That rifle can mean only one heck of a thing" He desperately starts looking for a way out, until he hears steps.

They sounded like the person was wearing real high heels.

God fucking dammit, he thinks and goes back to the place he appeared, and looked for somewhere to hide.

He found a door, and tried opening it, just to find the bedroom.

That murderous woman's bedroom.

He goes back and feels his eyes getting heavier every second. That warp had sucked all his energy in a single go.

He feels his head dizzy, and his body going numb…

"I'm so dead…" He mutters, his eyes closing and his body falling to the door, quickly losing his conscious and passing out.

He could hear something, though. Before passing out, he heard that person open the door.

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He senses a weird, nice smell and it makes him opens his eyes.

He was laying on a nice, comfy sofa, with a wet, cold piece of cloth on his forehead, to relieve his headache. He had his usual clothes and a blanket on him, covering him.

The place was now bright, the lights were on, and he could see everything.

The furniture was basic, but bueno.

It had a fireplace, and there was a TV above it, like usual.

He turned his head a bit, being careful not to drop the peace of cloth off his forehead and yelps silently when his finds gold, cold and sharp eyes looking directly at his own dark eyes.

It was Widowmaker's beautiful gold, shiny eyes. She was crouching in front of him, in order to be able to see his face.

"Bonjour"She greets him in French, and immediately sends a shiver down his spine, "Comment allez-vous?" She asks him with no emotion in her eyes.

"E-eh…?" She rolls her eyes, and stands up, turning her back on him, letting him see her amazingly curvy bum.

"I asked how are you feeling" He blinks a few times. Looking at her walking towards what seemed to be the kitchen, shaking her hips with every step she took.

"Je vais bien" She hums way too sensually and almost chuckles at his accent, "French ain't my best" she nods, and goes into the kitchen, leaving him for a short 21 seconds, returning with a small, steamy bowl in her hands, poon included.

"Here, eat. You looked exhausted when I found you" she offers him the bowl, with her French accent, and he has to change to a sitting position to take it.

"...Thanks." She nods and goes to sit next to him, keeping a little distance between them after noticing her presence sent him a million shivers down his poor spine.

She stays silent, listening to his elevated heartbeat, thinking of a way to calm things down. Thinking of a way to show him she's not gonna...kill him.

Because his fearful eyes show that he thinks she'll do that.

She fixes herself, and straightens her back, coughing in purpose to get his attention.

He looks at her with the spoon she gave him in his mouth, showing her his dummy way of existing.

"Why are you here?" She asks, and almost slaps herself at how cold that sounded.

He sighs and proceeds to tell her his mistake, making her realize three things.

His name is Bruce.

He knows Tracer.

He is Tracer's partner.

"And now you can't get back to U.K. No?" He nods and lowers his head, not knowing what to do, and having a question bothering him for a while now, making the polite, obligated smile she had on her face fall. "Are you wondering why I haven't kill you?" She regrets asking that when his body, Bruce's body tenses up, and watches him place his hand on the sofa, getting ready to run away, "I'm not going to kill you...I don't kill" She looks away from his face full of terror, "At least, not anymore" She prepares for him to leave, or run away, or even attack her.

She isn't prepared for him taking a seat again.

"You don't kill anymore?" He asks her with curiosity, taking another spoon-full of the soup she prepared for him.

"No, I've stopped doing all that stuff…" His face demanded a reason, "It just doesn't feel like it used to...now I feel bad, I feel like doing that hurts me so much...I don't want to kill anymore, I don't want people hating me anymore...I want peace. I want to redeem myself" Bruce nods at all her new goals.

"So yer gonna start doin' good stuff?" She gets surprised by his accent, but after assuming that he got it from one specific little annoying Brit, she nods, "Well, we're in the same boat if that's the case, aren't we?" She lets herself chuckle at his statement, and nods again.

"I guess you are right"

"Yep, I'm always right, even when I'm wrong!" He laughs and she has to mentally question her new acquaintance's mental stability.

Living with Brit girl has to make you go mad

She wonders for a second, why would Tracer suddenly have a partner, and why is it that Bruce has the same weird device that her own rival had every time they had fought.

She was immersed in her own questions, until she hears him ask something a little radical.

"So, why don't you join Overwatch then, huh?" She suddenly felt the need of slapping him.

"Never, they hate me. I've done way too many bad things to them, there's no way they'll accept me. I bet they would kill me if they saw me, no matter what" She clenches her first, and tenses.

She softens though, when Bruce placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Hate? Maybe some do. Maybe some people but I don't think everybody do. Hate is something not many people can feel, and those who do, they live experiencing bad stuff all the time. Like, for an instance" He removed his hand and looked away from her, "I don't think my lovely Le-Tracer, hates you" He lets it a giggle, "Although she might annoy you a slight bit if you joined"

A slight bit too much She thinks.

"You could come with me, I'll be making my way home the moment I realize where I am" He hums, "N-Not that I'm not grateful of your hospitality, but, eh, I bet Len- uh, Tracer! I bet she's a little worried about me"...

Oh deer.

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Gibraltar

You could see a big gorilla typing furiously in front of a computer whilst a little, slim Brit who's hair defies gravity was crying her soul out on the Gorilla's shoulder.

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"Yeah, she must be a little worried about me" Bruce says while laughing nervously.

"So why don't you go back to Tracer? Why are you staying with me, an ex-Talon agent?" She asks, questioning herself for asking that kind of questions.

"Well, partly because I'm charging…" He looks down to his chronal accelerator, and when he sees it fully charged, he chuckles, "was charging, and secondly because, well, you gave me good food. Why wouldn't I stay?" She blinks in confusion a few times, before straightening herself.

"That's...uh, good food?" He nods and takes another full spoon, "Oh, I, uh, thanks, I suppose" He laughs and hums in amusement, "Are you going to teleport back to your place?" He shakes his head.

"No, no, I can't, I don't know how did I Ven teleport in the first place, so I'll just call for someone to come help me...there's just one problem though" She hums for him to continue, "I don't have a way to communicate with any of the agents"

"You only need to communicate with them?" She asks him, and he nods eagerly.

"Bet the moment Tracer knows where I am she'll fly all by herself to, well, here" Widow nods and thinks for a second…

This is a bad idea, she thinks, but still, she goes for it.

"I know someone who can help you communicating with her" Bruce perks up at her confession, "She's a little annoying shit that lives somewhat near my apartment…

Her name is Sombra"

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Well, that's Widowmaker for y'all :) poor Lena missing her little boya.

Reviews are appreciated as always!