Lena misses him, that's a fact. And before, when she didn't know what happened to him, she was afraid.

Afraid of losing her little love.

Winston had been telling her a million times that he couldn't have blinked back to his dimension, since it didn't work that way, but it wasn't until he found his location, that she stopped crying on his shoulder.

Or at least, she stopped crying for the fact that she lost him.

Now she was crying because he was thousand miles away, in Mexico.

"Winston, can't you communicate with him?" She demanded for the third that in that minute.

Good thing God gave Winston more patience, because if he had given him strength instead at that moment, he would've killed Lena.

"For the third time this minute, Lena. I can't communicate with him, because he doesn't have any sort of device to communicate with us!" He yelled

at her, blowing air from his nose with annoyance, "Good thing his Chronal Accelerator has a localizator, if not, we wouldn't have been able to even find him" Lena groaned, and nodded, acknowledging the fact that if it wasn't for Winston precautions, her boy would be lost forever now.

"I'm sorry, Big Guy" She sighed and took a sit by his side, "I'm just...I-I wanna see him, I wish to know if he's okay" Winston nodded understanding.

"I know you do, and so do I, but the only thing we can do now is wait to know his exact locations, and then we can send help" Lena hummed with hope, "He's ok, he's capable, Lena. He can survive, and a plus, he knows the language" She blinked a few times in confusion, "Oh, he didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what, Winston?"

"He's mexican"

Even though Widow had stated that the so called Sombra person was in a rather close location from where they were, Widowmaker suggested to wait until tomorrow, stating that it was too dark, and the groups of bad people from around the place go out often at night.

For some reason Widow had then said they actually could go outside, it wouldn't matter since she'd be protecting him from any harm, but Bruce just denied, thinking a day or two shouldn't hurt Lena that much.

It's not like she doesn't believe that I won't survive alone He thought at that moment.

They had got themselves some dinner afterwards and went to take a seat at the dinner table. Bruce learned some new things about the professional- EX professional Assassin.

"So, in short words, your skin is purple because your heartbeat is lower than most and that means your skin doesn't have to...breath that much?" The french woman nodded with a smirk on her face, "Suits you, though. I like purple-" She smiled at his compliment, "I also love orange, and yellow is real good too, although my favorite colour is between black or blue" He started talking, losing himself while doing so; She didn't mind though, she liked when he got comfortable around her.

Not many people got comfortable around her.

"What'bout you?" She shook her head in confusion, not hearing what he last said because she got lost in her thoughts.

"Pardon?" He let out a snicker and repeated.

"What's yer favourite colour, luv?" He immediately covered his mouth after he asked, and looked at her with his cheeks red like tomatoes.

"Seems like spending so much time around that annoying brit had changed you somehow" He let out yet another snicker and nodded, "As for my favorite colour, I think it'd be gold" He grinned at her.

"Like your eyes?" He said with a toothy grin on his face, reminding her of the brit superhero, but with his own little touch, "They're beautiful, and sharp like knives" he complimented yet again, and Widow began to wonder if he did this with everybody.

One part of her assumed he did…

Lena obviously knew he did.

It was a good touch from him, always being considered with everybody, and always complimenting, or trying to make people happy.

Widow smiled at the thought, it was like that Brit and him were meant for each other...

"Can't we just go to Duoradou and find him?" Lena asked his gorilla friend, and he chuckled at her way of saying Dorado.

"As much as I'd love to do that just know, you know we aren't in good terms with anything international right now, Lena. We can't just fly around the whole globe without telling the UN our intentions first" Lena sighed, groaned and threw herself to the hammock she hanged around for this kind of cases.

"There must be something we could do for him!" She said with sadness in her voice.

"Well… You know...there's one jet that the UN isn't able to find through radar" Her mood perked up, but after a few minutes, it went down again.

"That jet, huh" she wondered with her voice low.

Winston regretted his words when the girl stood up and, with determination, went to find said dangerous jet.

She went to find the slipstream.

Bruce wonders if the water Widow had served him had alcohol indeed, or maybe something to turn off his senses, when he suddenly, stupidly agreed sleeping in the bed, instead of the sofa.

Don't get him wrong, he likes sleeping in a comfy, warm bed. The only problem is that there was another element other than pillows, blankets and softness.

And that was Widowmaker.

And the fact that the bed was made for just one individual didn't help him a slight bit.

She was giving him a view of her back as she silently slept, or at least, that's what he thought she was doing.

He did smile when he realized it didn't feel the same way that it did with his beloved Brit.

But even when it didn't feel the same way, he still felt weird, a little warm even.

Come on, he was a man after ally and she had incredibly outstandingly, amazing curves.

She was cold, rather than anything, and she didn't seem to breath at all, which made him a little worried.

"Do you...not breath?" He whispered, not wanting to wake her up if she was actually asleep.

Bruce let out an internal yelp when she scoot over closer to him, snuggling her face on his chest, letting him feel the only warm thing she had, her breath.

"Not that much, but I do, chéri" She said, feeling his heartbeat amusingly increase to her touch.

She probably shouldn't be doing that, and she did feel a little bad for the Brit, but it was just a must, the boy literally earned it.

And also, it was payback for all the annoying stuff Tracer did to her.

She let out a chuckle when his heartbeat returned to normal again, and when she heard his soft snores, she decided that maybe sleeping wasn't that of a bad idea.

It's not like she needed it, not with that modified body. But she wanted to.

So she snuggled closer to him, rested one hand on his hip and, before drifting to sleep, she smiled.

Just once she thought before falling asleep.

Wake up, he heard, and mumbled something like five more minutes.

He half opened one of his eyes and realized it was far more than morning.

Jet lag kicking in, huh. He thought after realizing he's been sleeping for a few more hours than usual.

To his side, there was no one anymore, Widow long gone, and by the smell that was coming from the outside of that little room, she probably was making some breakfast.

He closed his half opened eye, not resisting the need of sleeping more.

Wake up, love! He heard again, and this time his eyes went wide open

Love?

"What…" He lifted his half to sit on the bed, and rubbed his eye for them to be able to see again.

He almost passed out when his beautiful Brit was in front of him, with her eyes puffy and a little red, just like her cheeks.

"Love!" She tackled him, placing her lips on his own even before falling on the bed, "I'm here, I'm here, I'm here" she said, kissing him every time she spoke, "and you're here! You didn't leave me…" She kissed him one more time, smiling at him when she lifted her head to see him in the eye.

"Lena… How'd you get here?" He asked her beloved girl, caressing her short, beautifully brown hair.

"The...the slipstream" She said hesitantly, and let out a huge sigh when Bruce hugged her tightly.

She let her body tremble for once.

"But what about your post traumatic disorder?" He asked her, hiding her in his arms, feeling her slim body trembling.

"It doesn't matter…" She said with a trembling voice, snuggling her face closer to her beloved boyfriend's chest, "I would go to the end of the world for you, love" She lifted herself again, and kissed him. This time a little more passionately, allowing herself to push her lips a little bit further. Even touching him with her tongue, not expecting him to open his mouth for her.

And when he did, she let out a sigh of relieve, and begun exploring his mouth. Chuckling when Bruce let out a mute Yelp when he felt her tongue touching his own.

Knowing he was still inexperienced with that, she pushed herself away from him, and loved the way he was looking at her with happy eyes.

"I love you" she said sincerely from the bottom of her heart, "don't ever leave me again" He nodded and kept staring at her eyes.

"You okay now?" He asked with a tad bit of worry in his voice, and she just nodded.

"A little moody" She replied faking a childish pout, "Can't believe you spend the night with PooMaker" She said, frowning, "That's just bollocks, love" She said, trying to get herself mad at him, but when he kissed her, she just gave up, "You cheeky bastard, knowing which buttons to press every time" she said letting out a giggle, kissing him back again.

"So you and her are in good terms now?" Lena nodded with yet another pout.

"I just had a chin wag with her and now we're okay" She smiled at him, letting him stand up.

"Chin wag…? Did you hit her, Lena?" She laughed.

"Chin wag is like having a little chat with her, love. Wouldn't try to hit her with you here! What if she uses you as a shield or something?" She asked showing her paranoid self.

"I don't think Widow would do that anyways" She nodded.

"She's changed so mush, love! You wouldn't even know! She's like another person" She tried arguing with him, "Still, you never know...I don't want anything bad happening to yeou" He pressed his forehead with hers.

"I know, I know" he closed his eyes and waited for a second or two before speaking again, "Now let's go eat something…smells like Widow is making something good over there, and you gotta believe me, her cook is the best, love" She gasped, looking at him with disbelief, "Hey, she's French! She's got it in her veins, quite literally" She kept glaring at him, "Hey, you make the best snacks though, not like that counts or anything" She rushed to his side when he started walking towards the door that leaded to the main room.

"I guess it's something…" She mumbled, taking his hand in her own, intertwining her shirt, thin fingers with his own. (Which were equally short and thin.

He took a deep breath and smiled, reaching the handle with his free hand, "Ready for some omelette du fromage?" He asked with a chuckle, and she couldn't help but laugh.

"Yes, yes I'm ready"

Bon Appétit

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Bananas for everybody, loves! Thanks for the review, and here we've got ourselves some more fluff and some British snogs, and spider affection, too.

Love you all, heh