Amelie` slowly awoke to the sound of Tracer humming to herself as she set what Amelie` presumed to be groceries on the counter. She slowly sat up, before attempting to stand. She screams out quickly as her sprained ankle isn't able to support her weight still, she falls back onto the couch. Tracer blinks into the room, arms crossed. "No, love! No moving!" She giggles to herself. Amelie` sighs, rolling her eyes. "I usually like to exercise after I eat, chérie." Tracer chuckles to herself, leaning against the doorway now. "You're still gonna fit into that cute catsuit, love. No worries." Amelie` glared at Lena, shaking her head. "It's not that chérie, I just like it because it relaxes me." Tracer sighs, placing her hands in the air. "Well, what do you want me to do love?" Amelie` crosses her arms, leaning back. "Sorry...I guess I'm a bit frustrated, Lena." Lena blinks back into the kitchen, before coming back out. "I got us some champagne, love. Maybe I could cook us up some fine British cuisine later and have a couple drinks, hm?" Amelie` chuckled to herself. "Mon chérie, British cuisine? Burnt steak and some hard biscuits?" Tracer crossed her arms, glaring. "Better than snails, Frenchie." Amelie` chuckled more, "I'm kidding, chérie. I would love that." Tracer smiled, winking. She blinked back into the kitchen to finish unloading the bag of groceries.
Reaper stood up on the rooftop, sleeping on it through the night. He cracked his neck, rubbing his shoulders. He lifted up his radio, hissing into it. "Muerte! Where's that damn ship?" La Muerte chuckles to himself, responding. "I sent a ship that left, dropping off assistance." Reaper growled, throwing one of his guns against the floor. "Hanzo Shimada is a damn trai-" La Muerte cuts him off. "Not Hanzo, Reaper. I sent in a tank to help you...Well, not an actual tank...But they're pretty much built like one." Reaper stared at the ground for a moment. "Who?" La Muerte grinned under his balaclava.
Tracer laughed loudly as she sipped the champagne, sitting next to Amelie`. "It's true, love! I swear, he pouted like a dog!" Amelie` giggled slightly, taking a small bite of her steak. "Chérie, you have a lot of stories, don't you?" Lena nodded, quickly blurting out, "You tell me one now, love!" Amelie` frowns, looking down at her plate for a moment. "You don't want to hear any of my stories, chérie..." Lena frowned, realizing what she said. "Oh..I'm sorry, I forgot...Because you're changing, Amelie`! You aren't the assassin anymore, love!" Amelie` smiles weakly up to Lena. "I hope you're right, chérie." Lena finishes her cup, placing it down. "I know I'm right. Now come on!" She offers her hand down to Amelie`, who slowly takes the much warmer hand, lifting herself up. She places an arm around the shorter woman as she leads them to the bedroom. "I figure a bed is much more comfortable than a couch, love." She allows Amelie` to slowly lay down on the twin bed, before blinking next to her. Again, she went into just a t-shirt and shorts, laying down next to Amelie`. Amelie` enjoyed the heat radiating off of Lena's body, thus she slowly turned to face Lena. She rests an arm on Lena's stomach, closing her eyes. "Good night, love!" Amelie` smiled, feeling the light, feathery touch of Lena's breath on her face. She quietly spoke to Lena. "Thank you, Lena...Thank you..." They both fell asleep, wrapped in each other's arms.
The next morning came with Lena slowly waking up to the soft, beautiful features of Amelie's face. She smiled as she looked at her face, mentally photographing each feature of her face. She slowly left the bed, trying not to waken Amelie` as she got dressed. "Where are you going, chérie?" Amelie` asked as she rubs her eyes, Lena's actions stirring the assassin. Lena smiled. "I'm out to get you some gifts, love! I'm not telling you what though, it's a surprise!" She cheerfully said as she went to the bathroom. Amelie` sat up, looking down to her ankle, gently rubbing it. She slowly placed her feet on the floor, gradually applying pressure. The pain was still there, but it was getting better. Lena left the bathroom, waving as she left the apartment. Amelie` gently stood up on her legs, taking a few steps. "Merde!" She yelped as she had to use the wall as support. "Je vous hais , Reaper!"
Lena almost skipped down to the market, the sun was shining in London. Almost odd that it wasn't raining. Lena chuckled to herself at the thought, looking through some clothing on a rack when her phone rang. She picked it up, "Ello?"
Zarya stretched from her evening in the hotel room, doing some push-ups and crunches. She picked up her phone, grinning. "Hello, Lena. It is me, Zarya. You remember me?" Lena smiled as she looks through some shirts. "Of course love! Who wouldn't remember someone with such an accent!" She giggled to herself. Zarya smiled, rubbing her thigh a bit as she stared in the mirror. "The same could be said to you, comrade. I was wondering, I am free this afternoon. Do you want to go out to eat or something? My treat." Lena thought for a few moments. "I don't know love..I have someone waiting on me.." Zarya grinned, knowing that 'someone' is really Widowmaker. "It won't be long! Please comrade, I need to thank you for your assistance!" Lena chuckled. "Sure, what the hell! It's only for a bit. Meet me at the Queen's shopping centre! You know where that is, love?" Zarya chuckles to herself, eying the duffel bag of rope and such she brought. "Of course, Lena. I shall leave now."
Lena purchased some clothing items and a small eiffel tower statue, chuckling to herself as she flipped it through her hands. Zarya taps on the smaller British woman's shoulder. "Hello, comrade!" She exclaims, smiling. Lena turns around, once again almost having to crane her entire head upwards. "Good morning, love! How have you been?" Zarya shrugged. "I've been good. Come, I know where we can go." Lena seemed surprised. "You know a place? Alrighty then, love! Lead the way!" She follows the bulky Russian woman.
Amelie` slowly took off the medical dress she was wearing, pulling on her catsuit. She had to patch up some of the fabric on her thigh and some other parts. "Merde..." She whispers to herself as she stands up, slowly walking out of the apartment, taking baby steps.
Lena laughed almost obnoxiously loud as Zarya slammed her hand down on the table in the cafe they were sitting at. "Da, comrade! I took the man's hand and broke it in my fist!" Lena wiped tears from her eyes. "Oi...He must've never wanted to 'ave sex again!" Zarya nodded, taking a large bite out of her breakfast sausage. "I know you don't have all the time today, but I know of really good bar here and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me for a bit." Lena looked down at her watch. 2:30 PM. "Bloody hell, what happened to the time?" Zarya chuckles. "Time flies when you're with Russian, comrade." Lena shakes her head, smiling. "I guess that's fine, love..Won't take too long, promise?" Zarya nodded, before they leave money on the table. Zarya leads Lena towards a small bar down the street. "Two vodkas, please." Lena frowns, not piping up, but she has never drunk vodka before.
Amelie` grappled up the building, gently landing on her stronger ankle, then slowly placing more weight on her other ankle. She turns her goggles on, looking throughout the streets of London. "Where are you, Lena?" She continued to search for a couple minutes, before spotting the tell-tale chronal accelerator on a skinny body. She began to make her way to Lena's location.
Lena coughed slightly, her eyes dilated as she took another sip from the half-empty vodka bottle. "This...Is some strong...Uh...Strong..." Lena trails off, giggling randomly to herself. Zarya smiled as she took another sip from her vodka, not even showing a hint of intoxication. She glanced down at her wrist a couple times, tracking the pulsating red dot coming closer and closer to their location. Zarya smiles, hearing the door open. She quickly stands up, grabbing the small, drunk woman into a tight embrace, locking her lips passionately to Lena's. Lena is surprised at first, but in her intoxicated state, she kisses back sloppily.
Amelie` looked up the sign. "A pub? Now? Mon chérie, how disappointing.." She muttered to herself as she opened the door, walking inside. She looks around, her eyes stopping on Lena's form...Who is pressed tightly against a much larger female, their lips locked into a sloppy, wet kiss. Amelie` felt her heart plummet into her stomach, staring. Whatever warmth was left in her quickly receded, a single tear falling down her cheek. She took a few steps back, eyes wide in shock and horror. "N-Not you too, Lena.." She whispers to herself, realizing that she was truly alone. There wasn't anyone for you, Amelie`. Go back home. You're nothing without Talon. Amelie` shook slightly as another tear fell down her cheek, she quickly left the bar, shakily grappling up to the rooftop, still in shock.
Zarya grinned as she let go of the drunk and bubbly Tracer, chuckling. "Oi...What's so...Funny, love?" Zarya grinned, staring into Lena's eyes. "You made my job easier, Lena. Thank you for helping me with my spider problem." She leaves Lena confused as she leaves the pub, trailing Widowmaker, following her radar. Lena, in her drunk state, doesn't understand. She just blinks out of the pub, staggering back into her apartment. She falls down onto the bed, giggling to herself as she falls into a state of slumber.
Amelie` slammed her fist into the concrete, curled over on the rooftop. She silently cried to herself, her head pounding. Zarya walked up the stairs to the building, spotting the form of Widowmaker. She stomped over. "Time's up, spider. Your owners want you back." Amelie` looked up to the large woman, the one who was kissing Lena. She gripped Widowmaker into a large bear hug, beginning to carry her down. The voices kept screaming in her head. Why would someone love you? You're a monster. You're an assassin. Talon owns you. They want you back. Lena Oxton used you. Go back to Talon. Amelie` silently accepted her fate as the large Russian woman carried the sobbing Widow to her destiny.