Tracer

The flight back to Overwatch Gibraltar was much more solemn than Lena would have preferred. She and Widow had successfully captured Moira O'Deorain, and Fareeha was tending to Angela in the second set of seating within the somewhat small Slipstream. With Winston's help, once again, Lena managed to check herself and get her and the crew back to Overwatch Gibraltar within an hour and a half. She had attempted to talk to Fareeha a little bit, not having that many interactions with the woman, but Ana's daughter was far too focused on ensuring Angela continued to breathe, and that was understandable. Widow herself remained strangely quiet (more so than usual), refusing to look anywhere but out the window of the plane and say little more than noises of affirmation to any discussion Lena tried to start.

Thus, Lena was rather relieved when she successfully landed the Slipstream, an entire battalion of agents specialized in the medical field ready to retrieve Angela and take her to the best facilities Overwatch had to offer at this time. Fareeha refused any immediate rest, forcing her shaky limbs and tired eyes to follow Angela, with Winston giving his permission as he directed another squad of agents to bring the very unconscious Moira out and transport her to a holding cell not completely unlike Widow's most recent room.

'Heya, big guy. We're back.' Lena forced herself to be peppy, as was expected of her, but fatigue was obviously in her voice. Widow stepped in somewhat close to her, likely unsure where her place was at this point. Lena didn't mind the feeling of being something of a bodyguard for the French woman.

'You did great, Lena. Really. Jack and Ana took some of our best to clean up the remaining mess, and we're currently looking at getting the news about all of this to the U.N. as soon as possible. Fareeha was able to record her rescue, and although the footage is a little shaky, what transpired between Moira and Angela cannot be denied. At the very least, they will likely take Moira in for questioning themselves, which will – if all goes well – lead to a partnership anew.'

'Or our quick termination…again.' Lena sighed.

'Er…hopefully not.'

'Heheh. Hopefully not.'

Winston looked around, and nodded toward his tower within the mountain of Overwatch Gibraltar.

'We have a moment. Would you both come with me?'

Lena nodded, giving Widow a nudge and following the big ape to his headquarters and room. Many a remaining Overwatch member couldn't help but stare as the Widowmaker seemingly moved about freely, and Lena was thankful Winston was taking the woman's feelings into consideration. He ordered Athena to lock the door behind him as he, Lena, and Widow stepped into one of the most important points in Overwatch Gibraltar. Winston quickly jumped to the tire hanging in the middle of the room, swaying gently from side to side as he spoke grimly.

'I've asked Athena to report on Angela's condition every fifteen minutes.' Winston began, the fact he was on his tire indicating the intellect was anxious. 'I started preparing something of a life support apparatus when Jack and I decided to go through with this plan. It's nothing compared to what Angela could produce, I'm sure, but it's based around her nanomachine technology, and should help amplify their abilities temporarily. The theory behind her regenerative and healing capabilities are far beyond my knowledge of medicine and biology, but I could understand the core concept of her nanomachines since they are, essentially, a form of "machine". It's the least I could do.'

'Wicked! She's already crazy good at healing herself, but with that kinda help? We might be okay!' Lena beamed.

'Fareeha spoke of the wound originating near her temple. Her brain was damaged, was it not?' Widow spoke out in almost a whisper.

'Yes. Yes, that's what concerns us all. The brain remains the most complex organ in the human body. The data it stores is excessively fragile, especially when it comes to memories and one's sense of self, from what I understand. Whether or not Angela is the exact same person upon recovering is yet to be seen. We…we can only hope.'

'Right. Right…'

A heavy silence, filled only by the small creaking of Winston's tire swaying slightly.

'In any case, I think it's best you both take a moment to clean up and relax. It's been a very rough few days, and you've done more than enough for the time being. The next week or so will prove pivotal to the future of Overwatch and maybe even the world, so recover your strength for what's to come. I'll take care of Angela and…er…she has someone else with her that won't leave her side either. She's in good hands.'

'Heheh. So, they're dating then, huh?' Lena pointed mischievously.

'Huh? Um…no? No. Not that I…know of.'

'Oh, Winston. You can't be serious. If that's your best attempt at lying, then you need some practise…although it's totally not a bad thing that you're so honest sometimes.'

'Angela…wants to keep it quiet.' The primate admitted in defeat, lowering his head.

'Course she does. It's too adorable though, innit? Ange never talks about love. I really hope she wakes up soon, cause I want all the juicy details!' Lena was smiling, but part of her was a little jealous. She could connect with just about anyone with ease, but Angela had always resisted her extension of friendship. Truth be told, she always thought Angela was bloody gorgeous as anything, but never got the impression she would swing Lena's way in the slightest. What made the angel of Overwatch change her mind? Lena didn't know much about Fareeha, but she didn't seem that interesting. Bizarre. But as long as Angela was happy, that's all Lena truly, honestly cared about.

'You…make it sound like I am not returning to my cell.' Widow uttered tentatively.

Speaking of gorgeous.

'Oh. Well, Jack isn't here, and it sounds like you handled yourself really well in Oasis. Lena will still have to look after you, but I think I'm willing to let you at least walk about as long as Lena here is with you. Is…that okay?'

'Y-yes. Thank-you.' Widow answered in French, and Winston adjusted his glasses curiously.

'Aw, shucks, huh, Luv? Still stuck with me! Ah, well; better than a cage or something, right?' Lena needed to gauge Widow's precise response to it all, and she was a little thrown by the woman's rather docile demeanor since boarding the Slipstream for the return trip.

'Quite.' She grabbed at her arm in an adorable fashion, and Lena turned away, afraid she would start having pointless thoughts again.

"Angela's status remains tentatively stable, but vital signs continue to fluctuate. Agent Zenyatta has begun providing support, and improvements are being registered. Report complete." Athena's soft yet robotic voice spoke up.

'That sounds promising…' Winston responded.

'Whelp. I think that's our cue to skedaddle and take a breather. Keep me posted with Ange, okay?'

'You got it.'

'And…' Lena glanced at Widow, winking to Winston. 'Thanks. For trusting me and stuff.'

'Naturally.'

Lena's cheeks hurt. Winston and she had been through so much. She cared about the big oaf more than she could have ever imagined. He was a close friend and a father figure at the same time. Lena counted her blessings, giving Winston a casual salute as she escorted Widow to her room.

'Oi. So, I kinda brought us here without thinkin'. Got myself a shower and everything, right? You're welcome to use it. Might've been a while since you got to have one, maybe? Um…' Lena scanned the area, not having enough time to really personalize her private quarters much since arriving.

'Don't act so nervous. It's unlike you.' Widow strolled about, evaluating the living space with that ever-present sway to her incredible hips. 'But I will gladly take you up on your offer. Thank-you.'

That accent was to die for at times. Lena distracted herself by scampering around to get her guest a towel and change of clothes. It was such a bizarre turn of events. Not that long ago they had been trying to take one another down in a dance of death.

When Lena approached Widow to hand her the articles, the woman finally met the younger girl's eyes and blinked shyly.

'You…did not lose your job, thank goodness, but I do believe I owe you some form of compensation, Lena Oxton. I was not raised to treat such kindness and dedication with nothing less than the utmost of respect. Therefore…once I complete my shower, I would like to show my appreciation, if you would be allowing.'

Lena felt as though her mouth was quite literally hanging open. Was this why Widow had been so nervous and contemplative? Had she decided to…to…!?

'U-um…I-I mean, i-if you want to then…I…I won't say "no", right? I'd have to be completely daft. But…er…'

'Very well.' Widow cut Lena off, making her seductive exit even more torturous than ever before and shutting the washroom door with a tender click.

The shower started running a second later, and Lena could only stumble to her bed, managing to strip down completely and throw on her comfortable pair of yellow shorts and tiny white t-shirt that exposed her midriff and left shoulder. She lay back and stared at the ceiling, her arms spread apart and her chronal accelerator pulsating nearby.

'Seriously? Like…seriously?' She muttered under her breath.

It was a slew of emotions Lena couldn't manage without taking a moment and filtering through them one by one.

Excitement. How could she not be? She was only human, and she still held something of a crush for Amelie; even more so now that the core personality was beginning to shine through, and although it was a little more mature and intimidating than Lena generally went for, she couldn't say she minded. The more Lena thought about doing anything sexually suggestive with Widow, the more her body ached with longing.

Nervous. Despite what Widow had told her, Lena was nervous. She didn't want to screw this up. Who knew? If she performed properly, perhaps there really was a chance for her and Amelie. Dating Amelie? Completely daft…but not undesirable either. They had really begun to click as of late. Lena and Amelie were polar opposites in many ways, but didn't that make them more attractive to one another? Still, Lena had to figure this scenario out first, and other than her initial time making love to another woman, she couldn't remember feeling so much pressure and anxiety toward the act.

Guilt. This was the biggest hurdle because it came at Lena from three different angles. The first was Lena's inability to not consider Widow's own feelings in it all. If she was merely going to make love to Lena out of a sense of obligation, Lena wasn't sure she wanted to accept. If Amelie's heart wasn't in it, what was the point? Well, because it was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and Lena could make her enjoy it, right? Brutal. The argument went back and forth. Secondly, Lena kept wondering about Emily. She tried not to think about her, but they had been pretty in love, and regardless of what Lena herself had said to her ex and herself, a soreness took her heart with the mere thought of "betraying" Emily's feelings even when they weren't going out officially anymore. Finally, Angela was in critical condition, and it just lacked tact to engage in anything so pleasurable while Lena's close friend struggled for her life.

That was the clincher.

Lena wasn't sure she could look at herself in the mirror with pride if Angela happened not to make it while she was taking advantage of an emotionally compromised woman who felt as though she had a debt to pay.

The private channel intercom beeped, and Lena jumped, accepting the call.

'Y-yeah?'

"Everything alright?"

'Of course, Luv! Hahah…'

"Er…Okay. You sounded a little strange."

'It's nothing. Heh!'

"Oh. Well, good. Anyway, I just wanted to let you both know that Angela has woken up. She's past the worst of it, I think. Still need to keep a close eye on her, but Athena has informed me that her numbers are on the rise. I think she'll make it. Fareeha is having a moment with her right now, but we'll be performing some more thorough checkups soon."

'Oh, my gosh! Wicked!'

"Right? Thank goodness."

'Well, Widow's in the shower for now, and then I'll probably take one, but I think we'd both like to visit Ange when we get the chance.'

"Yes. I'd encourage it. I'll keep in touch. Relax until then."

'Thanks, big guy.'

The channel clicked off, and Lena shook her head, grinning slightly.

'If that's not a shove in one direction I don't know what is. Gosh…' It really was amazing news to know Angela was likely going to pull through, but now Lena found herself hesitating again, pushing her hands through her hair and messing it up roughly.

And then the shower stopped.

'Oh, boy. Oh, boy. Oh, boy…' Lena wiped her face. She paced about, suddenly very conscious of how little she was wearing. Too late to change, but she could feel a draft on just the edges of her cheeks as they poked out from under her shorts if she walked a certain way. Would Amelie find her trashy? She was an upper-class French woman, and Lena was…nothing much, really. A very normal girl that had an accident resulting in abilities anyone could learn how to harness if given the chance.

'She's out of my league. She's totally right outta my league!' Now the nerves were dominating. Excitement and guilt remained, but they meant nothing if Lena couldn't even perform anything well.

The door to the washroom slowly opened, and Widow stepped out, breathing in exasperation while still drying her head. She was in one of Tracer's t-shirts that had something of an aviator theme, with grey, sporty shorts that exposed her long, slenderly muscular legs. The shirt was a perfect fit on Lena, but Widow's height and longer torso made it much sexier than it usually was, her midriff peeking out distractingly.

'Oh, my God…' Lena muttered.

'It gets rather stuffy in there, no?' Widow claimed, her wet, dark hair falling about her head sexily. She was a force Lena had no experience handling, and the more she considered following through with any of this, the less sure she was of herself.

'Hahah! Yeah. A little.'

'Did I hear Winston's voice?'

'Oh! Yep! Angela's in the green, it sounds like.'

'Magnificent. Now you will not be burdened with what comes next.'

'Oi…' Lena scratched her head. Was she so easy to read?

'Your consideration for others is…a lovely trait.' Widow went on.

'You think so, huh?'

'I do.'

'It's a right ol' pain sometimes, let me tell you.'

'Oh?'

'Can I be honest?'

'I would prefer it. My life has been nothing but lies for quite some time.'

'Right…' Lena was going to regret this in the short term. But in the long run? 'I don't think you owe me anything, Amelie. Really. I'd hate for you to feel that way.'

'Mm? Go on.'

'It's just,' Lena sighed. 'As much as I'm crazy ready to do whatever with you, I can't when I think you're only doing it out of some kind of debt, you know?'

'Indeed.' Widow smiled subtly, stepping closer to Lena and throwing the towel to the side, her hair still damp and framing her perfect face. 'Yet I do believe I have made this decision myself, little girl, and so long as you have no other objections, then please accept my gratitude…' Her voice lingered in Lena's ears, and soon Widow was an inch away, her breasts grazing the top of Lena's as she continued with a teasing whisper.

'…with but a kiss, and only a kiss.'

Lena's eyes widened as the realization hit her and Widow's lips met her own. She had just a taste of the other woman, their first exchange being sloppy and awkward at best, but this time, Widow was mostly willing, and her full, pouty lips were everything Lena had imagined they'd be and more.

'Mmm…!' Lena hummed without thinking. It just felt so good. She missed this sensation. Another woman's touch couldn't be matched in Lena's mind. However, the cruel torture of the moment held fast on Lena's mental state. She had been presumptuous, assuming incorrectly that Amelie was willing to make love to her. A kiss. That's all she was offering. The letdown was unbearable now that Lena was experiencing such an interaction.

It was over in little more than a second. Widow's face backed away. That's all she would give.

And yet…Lena's experience told her otherwise. She could see the hesitation in Amelie's cybernetic eyes as they danced within tentatively. Lena had turned two girls in her life. One was her very first partner, and she had given Lena the very same look just before they ventured into unknown territory together. The second was Emily, who had been attracted to men all her life prior to meeting Lena. Was she bold enough to take another risk of this scale?

Thank goodness for the courage arousal could give.

'Hey…' Lena touched Widow's hip, and the woman flinched.

'What?' Widow answered quietly, so maddeningly sweet without meaning to be.

'A little more?'

A pause, and Widow's sultry eyes met Lena's. She seemed almost like a young girl suddenly, nervous but willing to give up her virginity. Lena supposed it was something like that, since this was her first time with a woman.

'Such greed…' Amelie answered, and Lena took that as a "yes", kissing Widow softly but with restrained passion. The woman's mouth hesitated, yet soon opened alongside Lena's, her tongue weakly moving with another.

Lena brought Widow closer, her firm body pressing against her own, and although she desperately wanted to take hold of the woman's incredible lower half, she resisted, feeling out their current interaction and embracing it for what it was.

'H-hah…You're a passionate girl…' Amelie cooed, and Lena held her even tighter, a sort of madness beginning to work its way into the desires forming between both women.

'Luv,' She encouraged silently. 'I haven't even started yet…'