So I've been trying to read more Spiderman and Overwatch Fanfics so I can get a better idea of characters I'm using. That and so I don't keep writing He said, she said. But here's Chapter 21, enjoy. (More sexual references, but nothing too graphic.)

Dedsec Warehouse.

It was around 10am when Peter woke up in the morning. He was covered with the bedsheets with Widowmaker next to him, who was still sleeping. It didn't take long for Peter to realize they were both naked. What made it really obvious was that he went from wearing a torn suit at 11pm to waking up from sleeping and having sex with his deadly assassin girlfriend. Peter couldn't help but have a smile on his face

from seeing Widowmaker's face in front of his. She was still asleep, but like the last time Peter moved she woke up.

"You need to get better at trying to not wake me up." Widowmaker said as she cuddled with Peter. He was the only one at this point she could act like an actual person around. Anyone else would still get the usual cold hearted Widowmaker.

"Kinda of impossible when you have your arms wrapped around me, don't you think?" Peter said. The covers were, well still covering the both of them while they were still laying down next to each other, cuddling. Peter didn't know how the day was going to pan out, but it was on a good start already. That was until the both of them heard knocking at the door.

"It's me, Wrench. With Sombra and Forge downstairs. Meet up with us when you two are ready, but put some clothes on before you do." Wrench said. Peter's face instantly turned pale. He looked back at Widowmaker, who was more pissed off than embarrassed.

"Je le jure, je vais le tuer un jour." Widowmaker said to herself as she started to get up from the bed. Peter got up too and put on his usual jeans and hoodie getup. Widowmaker put on her purple catsuit. Peter didn't realize until last night that she had a Spider Tattoo on her back. He had to admit, it wqs pretty cool. When they were both fully dressed, they left the room to be greeted by Wrench, who was walking downstairs with them with both of his arms around Peter and Widow's shoulders.

"I'm assuming the both of you had a great night yesterday." Wrench said. They both knew what Wrench was talking about, but Peter tried to warn him.

"Look you can make fun of me for it for as long as you want, but there is a highly trained assassin to your left Wrench." Peter said. Wrench looked over at Widowmaker and saw that she was giving him one of her infamous death stares. He let go of the both of them as they continued to talk.

"Whatever you two do when everyone leaves, I don't care. But you two might want to save it when we don't have a, oh I don't know, a freaking terrorist organization trying to kill us." Wrench said. His mask matching the tone of his voice, which was boring to Widowmaker.

"Speaking of Talon, you didn't happen to go through any of that data yet, have you?" Peter asked. They were near Wrench's little workshop area. It looked like the one in New York and San Francisco, only this one had a Eiffel tower statue. Peter didn't know where Wrench could've got it from, but could care less about it.

Wrench got excited and a bit worried when Peter asked that. "Yeah I did. Widow? Can I get your visor, gun and wrist gauntlet?"

"No." Widowmaker said.

"Please?"

"No"

"Pretty please?"

"Pourquoi n'écoute-t-il pas?" Widowmaker said. She was getting annoyed with Wrench and Peter couldn't help but laugh at their banter.

"It's going to benefit everyone. Just trust me." Wrench pleaded. Widowmaker finally caved as she took off her gauntlet and visor and handed it to Wrench and pulled out her rifle hanging on her back and put it down on Wrench's table.

"Now before I do this, I want to let you know that I'm extremely sorry for what's about to happen." Peter knew Wrench saying that wasn't good. It wasn't. Wrench had lifted his sledgehammer so fast that when it came crashing down, it was in slow motion until it hit Widowmaker's gear. Wrench probably would've ended up in a shallow grave if Peter and Sombra weren't holding Widowmaker back. She was cursive in French and trying to punch him in the throat.

"Vous êtes idiot! Je vais te tuer!" Widowmaker screamed. Peter was trying to calm her down as best as he could, but it wasn't working the way he wanted it to.

"Amélie, relax. I'm pretty sure Wrench is about to tell us why he did it, right?" Peter said. He turned back to Wrench, who was trying to look through the debris for something. "Please tell me it was worth it."

"Got it! Everyone can calm down now." Wrench said. He was holding three electronic disks that equalled to the same size as a motherboard. Wrench put them down on the table and explained what they were.

"When we were at the casino, around the time our comms cut out, I noticed that Widowmaker's gear kept flashing red on and off. Me and Tracer made the executive decision that Talon was still tracking her because they planned for her to go rogue." Wrench said. Widowmaker figured Talon would do something like that, but she looked at Sombra for some confirmation. Sombra looked like she was about to pass out.

"They knew your brainwashing would wear out eventually and they installed tracking software into your gear." Sombra said while backing away slowly. This was one of those moments where Peter wished a supervillain would crash through the warehouse and try to fight him or Tony Stark would try to lecture him, because in the span of 10 minutes everybody was on Widowmaker's kill list.

Widowmaker was slowly walking up to Sombra with venom in her voice. "And how would you know something like that, Sombra?"

"They...asked me to insert the code for the tracking to work." Sombra said. Widowmaker might've done something drastic if Peter didn't get between the both of them. It was clear that she wasn't in a good mood.

"Fighting and killing each other isn't going to get us anywhere. Right now, we just have to worry about how we're going to get on the helicarrier holding the X-Men." Peter said. Widowmaker backed down a second time as she stormed off to the roof of the warehouse.

Wrench was breaking the disks when he turned to Peter. "You want to talk to her or just let her cool off?" Forge had came over with a duffel bag and put it down in front of Wrench.

"Here you go anddd why is everyone looking like they've seen the devil?" Forge asked. Wrench put the bag down on a chair next to him.

"We sorta did. Tracer said anything about Winston?" Peter asked. Conveniently enough, Tracer had just gotten to the warehouse and teleported while running towards everyone. She stopped before she tackled Peter. And she was pretty energetic about what she had to say too.

"Guys! Winston gave me the location of the base! We're good to go!" Tracer said excitedly. She was speaking so fast that everyone had to process what she said for a few seconds.

"And you told him about Widow, Sombra, and Reaper right?" Peter asked. Tracer's look of excitement became one of immediate frustration.

"Shite, shite, shite. I knew I forgot something." Tracer said while walking around in a circle. Everyone was looking at her like she was crazy. Peter stopped her by putting his hand on one of her shoulders.

"Look, you did fine. We'll start getting ready and you can fly us out there, alright?" Peter said. Tracer smiled and nodded her head as she ran towards the jet outside of the warehouse.

"I'll go get Widowmaker." Peter said. Wrench stopped him and gave him the duffel bag. Peter didn't expect it to be heavy, but his super strength was able to handle it.

"This is for your girlfriend Pete. Also, don't say anything that can get you thrown off the roof please? Because you die, we might as well forget getting the X-Men." Peter rolled his eyes at Wrench's statement and headed to the roof. He got up there and saw Widowmaker sitting on the edge of the roof. She had something in her hand, but Peter couldn't see what it was without getting closer.

"You...alright up here?" Peter asked. Widowmaker didn't say anything. She just kept on looking at the thing in her hand. Peter got closer and saw it was a photo of Amélie and Gérard on their wedding day.

"Well, shit. Good luck with this one Peter." Peter thought to himself. He put the bag down as he sat down next to Widowmaker on the roof. She looked up from the photo and looked at the view.

"They were right, you know." Widowmaker said. She put the photo back in the pouch on her thigh.

"Who?" Peter asked.

"Gérard, Stryker, Doomfist. They were all right. I'm just an assassin." Widowmaker said. She could hear the evil side of her in the back of her head, trying to convince her to kill Wrench when she got angry.

"And they're right. It's not too late to go back to Talon. Kill Peter and they'll accept you back with open arms." The evil Widowmaker said in her mind. She was brought back to reality when Peter started talking.

"Just because you used to be an assassin doesn't mean that's all you'll be. Those things that Wrench destroyed, your gun, visor, and gauntlet, they don't define who you are." Peter said.

"Then what does?!" Widowmaker snapped back. She was on the edge of an emotional breakdown, and Peter could tell. She was about ready to cry. "I was kidnapped, tortured, forced to kill my own husband and for what?! So I could the assassin Talon wanted everyone to fear?"

"And Talon's going to pay for that, trust me. But you can prove your better than them."

"No I can't Peter. If they live on after we're done, then I was too weak to finish them. If we kill all of them, I'm no better than they were." Widowmaker said. She was thinking about this for a while and it showed. Peter didn't know what he could say that could make it better.

"Then when this is all said and done, you can just disappear. Go back to your old life." Peter said.

"After all I've done, the people I've killed, you really think that's still an option for me?" Widowmaker asked. Her response from Peter was a nod.

"We can talk more about it later. Right now we need to go to Winston's headquarters." Peter said as he got up from the edge of the roof. He remembered that the duffel bag he had was Widowmaker's new gear. "And Wrench got your new gear ready for you in the bag. We'll be in the jet." And with that, Widowmaker was on the roof by herself. She got up from sitting down, but she was standing on the edge of the building.

"Should I just jump, and save everyone the trouble of dealing with an assassin with a identity crisis?" Widowmaker thought to herself. After a few more seconds of thinking and hearing the jet starting up, she got off the edge and picked up her new gear. Her new visor was like a pair of high tech goggles instead of the spider like visor she had, her wrist gauntlet was lest bulky than the other one she had, and her gun is what made her wonder if Wrench was really human or not, because her rifle took almost a year to be created. Wrench made a new one that worked the exact same way in a day. The gun was still a submachine gun and sniper rifle hybrid, but Wrench gave it a Ak-47 type of look to it. He also was able to put a spider design on the scope, further clarification that Widowmaker's name is based off a spider.

"Wrench sure knows how to make me feel like shit. But he did a better job than I thought he would." Widowmaker thought. She got on all of her new gear as she left the warehouse and got on the jet.

2 Hours Later.

The ride to Winston's base wasn't that long to everybody. Well, everybody expect Wrench, who thought that Tracer was purposefully doing barrel roles to get hom sick.

"Tracer, was the 10 barrel roles throughout the flight really necessary?" Wrench asked.

"Just wanted to make sure you all know that I'm a qualified pilot." Tracer said while still paying attention to flying.

"Well I'm about qualified to hurl, are we almost there yet?" Wrench asked. Everyone was in the jet. The Sirens, Sydney, Forge, Sombra, and Reaper. Which didn't help Wrench because Sydney looked at Wrench like she was about to kill him.

"Listen you fuckstick, ask anyone here if we're almost there yet, and I'll toss you out of the bloody jet. Got it, tosser?" Sydney said with her usual Aussie charm.

"Now Sydney, be nice. You and Wrench are the only two anarchists on this flight. We lose one of you, you miss a town being burnt to the ground." Peter said sarcastically. Sydney smirked and rolled her eyes and went back to listening to her music. It was awkwardly quiet for a few minutes until Tracer piped up again.

"Mates, we're here. Sweet old home base." Tracer said. She was excited to see the old Overwatch base and to see Winston. Hopefully he would feel the same, depending if he wasn't going to try and attack Widowmaker first. She landed the jet on a helipad and in front of them was a big metal door. Almost as if it was a bunker for a nuclear apocalypse. TraceIyr got a hold of Winston over the jet's radio.pioi

"Winston? You there?" Tracer asked. It was quiet for a while until everyone heard a loud crash and a bunch of sound.

"Really need to clean up all these peanut butter jars..." Winston said. Tracer giggled when Winston got on the radio on his end.

"You know I can always get you more big guy. Can you let us in love?" Tracer asked.

"Who's "We" Lena?" Winston asked.

"The X-Men and Spider-freaking-man." Tracer said.

"Thank God someone's a fan. Because we all know if it isn't explosions, Sydney doesn't care about it." Peter joked. Sydney punched him in the arm after he was done laughing at his own joke.

"Mate, you're so lucky to have powers at all, and you still try to be a wise ass?" Sydney asked.

"Somethings never change." Peter said while rubbing his arm. No one was paying attention to the conversation Tracer was having with Winston until the metal door starting to open.

Everyone was jumping out of their seats to head inside the old Overwatch base. Peter, Wrench, Tracer, and Widowmaker were the only ones still behind everyone.

"This is like a whole Sci-fi movie. Ohh imagine all the robots we could build in here."

"Maybe next time Wrench." Peter said. Widowmaker was trying to walk by herself, but Tracer was insistent on trying to get her to talk.

"So love, you're a good guy now?" Tracer asked.

"I'm not with Talon anymore, if that's what you mean." Widowmaker said.

"I know you and me haven't exactly had...the best relationship..."

"You mean all the times we tried to kill each other? And here I thought we were just playing laser tag." Widowmaker sarcastically responded.

"But you're free now. You can make your own choices like I can and-"

"What's your point Tracer?" Widowmaker asked while cutting off Tracer. She took a deep breath and started to talk again, but really fast.

"I'm sorry for trying to kill you, but you were trying to kill me and you have to admit, it was partly your fault and-" Widowmaker put her hand over Tracer's mouth so she could stop talking again. Widowmaker looked more stressed than annoyed, which seemed like it was a good sign.

"I'm sorry for trying to kill you, and I accept your apology. Now can you please stop talking so fast?" Widowmaker asked. Tracer nodded and Widowmaker removed her hand from over Tracer's mouth. Tracer stuck her arms out, waiting for Widowmaker to do the same.

"Friends?" Tracer asked while smiling. They had caught up with everyone else and Widowmaker was trying her best to not get hugged by Tracer.

"I don't do hugs." Widowmaker said.

"With Peter, it's a different story." Wrench said in a gleeful tone. Peter elbowed him in his hip when he finished talking.

"Just hug Tracer Arana, so we can get this over with." Sombra said. Widowmaker looked like she wanted to kill everyone around her. Expect it was just her regular self that wanted to do that, not her evil side.

"Do I have to?" Widowmaker asked Tracer.

"It's either a hug or getting a pie thrown at you at this point." Tracer said. Widowmaker finally caved in and gave the over energetic british woman a hug back. It killed her on the inside the 5 seconds it lasted.

"Hope you're all happy." Widowmaker said. Everyone either laughed or rolled their eyes. They were all on a path to the main part of the base when they heard a loud roaring sound. It wasn't made better when Peter turned towards the sound, he felt a gun being pressed against his back. Winston came out and was aiming an electric gun at Widowmaker and Reaper. Sombra tried to aim her Smg at the guy holding Peter hostage when her gun got shot out off her hand by a icicle. She turned to see a Chinese lady holding a ice gun at her. She put her hands up to surrender, as did Peter, Reaper and Widowmaker. The sirens, Wrench, Sydney, Forge and Tracer were being moved away from the rest of them.

"Winston, their not with Talon!" Tracer yelled. He probably would've believed her if they didn't already had multiple fights with Reaper and Widowmaker. Solider 76 was holding Peter at gunpoint when he spoke up.

"Did you really think coming her was a smart idea, punk?" Solider 76 said. Peter immediately noticed his gruff voice and decided the best idea was to crack wise.

"I dunno, were you rehearsing that line in your underwear, 4 hours straight?" Peter quipped. Wrench snickered at the joke, which didn't help one bit because Peter got hit in the back of the head with Soldier's gun.

"If that's how you want to be, I'll get the info I need when you wake up." Soldier 76 said. Peter vision was in and out. The last thing he saw before he passed out was seeing Widowmaker and Reaper getting shot with tranquilizer darts. He could only hope everyone else was going to be ok.

I really feel that last sentence was a weak way to end this chapter, but I didn't know how else to end it. Well, speaking of things that are weak, I started school again and I have calculus. Hooray (I'm fail). Anyways, have a good day.