When you wake up, you expect Widow to be gone. Because honestly, why wouldn't she be? She's a Talon assassin, and even if Sombra did manage to get her a few days off here, you know how cautious she is. That's why when you open your eyes and see the space next to you empty, you don't let your heart sink too deeply.

Judging by the soft morning light it can't be too late. Emily is still asleep where she was last night, her position similar to how you saw it last, except she doesn't have another woman cuddled up beside her. You find yourself getting caught up in the moment, a small smile on your face while you watch your girlfriend's peaceful sleeping face. That is until a movement from the balcony catches your attention.

With slow movements, as so not to wake Emily, you get off the couch at move towards the slightly ajar balcony door. One peek outside is all it takes to calm your anxiety and bring you back to your normal calm and slightly jittery self. Surprisingly she doesn't turn when she hears the door open. She seems calm, calmer and definitely a lot less on edge than you've ever seen her. She's watching the sun slowly rise in the sky, her back still to you when you carefully close the door behind you, and take a step towards her.

"Thought you'd 'ave disappeared by now. You're good at that after all"

She finally looks your way when you speak, and dear god, you don't think you've ever seen something so beautiful. The coy little smile she's wearing, and the sun casting shadows across her face just highlight all the right places. You find yourself just standing there awestruck, unable to think never mind move.

"The sunrise is beautiful" is all she says, the silence dragging on for several seconds until she turns towards you fully "As a girl I believed the most romantic thing for a couple to do was watch the sunrise and the sunset…I'm not sure If I ever experienced that. My memories are fuzzy, like they're not my own, like they're…" When her eyes meet yours there's this sadness to them, yet she's still smiling "If I can ever get away from Talon, I would like to make new memories…memories I'll remember this time"

You don't know what to say at first, you're still half a sleep if you're being honest. It's obvious she's been up for a while, thinking over things while watching the sunrise. A flurry of questions are flowing through your mind, the first of which is when did she become so poetic and dramatic? Like she's always been dramatic and extra, but not like this. It's strange, but not unwanted by a long shot. You make your way over to her, keeping your distance in case she doesn't want you too close.

"Bit early for being this extra, don't ya think luv?"

She simply rolls her eyes at you, her serious moment completely broken by you, but you can tell she doesn't really mind. Your eyes slip down to her hand she has on the railing and you suddenly have the overwhelming desire to touch her. You've had it before, the desire to touch and hold her in your arms. You've denied yourself of it over and over again, using Emily as an excuse to why you can't, but you can't use her anymore, can you?

You take a tentative step forwards, that jittery anxiety from before making itself known once again as you look at her. She's looking out towards the sky, not oblivious to your presence, but not seeming bothered by it either. You feel like a stupid teenager again, feeling so anxious around a pretty girl, but then again, you've always been like this around girls. You were like this with Emily on your first date too. Although, you're not sure you can exactly call standing beside a deadly assassin who seems to have a soft spot for you, a date.

The railing is cold beneath your palm as you place your hand on it, your eyes flickering from Widow's face then to her hand as you inch your hand closer to hers. Her sighing softly stops you in your tracks, and you catch her eye looking like a deer in headlights. Her expression is somewhere between amused and exasperated.

"Tracer- Lena. I won't break if you touch me, I'm not that delicate"

Your face goes bright red as she quite literally calls you out on being afraid to hold her hand. You're not sure if you want to laugh or cry of embarrassment. She moves her hand slightly closer to yours, her eyes now on you as she waits for you to make a move. You gulp, trying to clear your head as you finally lift your hand and brush your fingertips against her skin.

She seems to jump a little at first contact, as if she wasn't expecting it, but quickly recovers, her eyes drifting from your face to where you're now laying your hand on top of hers. You thought she'd be more panicked, have some sort of dramatic reaction to this, but she seems fine. Maybe a tiny bit shaken up, but apart from that, she seems almost…relieved even.

A gentle silence falls over you both, and although you don't want to break it, you feel you should. You slowly thread your fingers between hers, squeezing her hand ever so gently, and watching as her eyes lift to meet yours.

"I…I didn't think this would ever be a thing" you say softly, almost afraid to say it out loud. You've spent months pushing these feelings, these urges towards her back, denying you feel anything towards her. And now, well now look at you. You're holding her hand after a night of both you and Emily sleeping beside her. You can't say you haven't thought of this, but you never imagined it would actually happen.

Having her here and safe away from Talon has always felt like a dream that would never happen. And sure, you have to actually come up with a plan to rescue her and keep her safe. But her being here with you now makes you feel something incredibly strange. It's like relief, but with this underlying feeling of something else. You have no idea what it is, but it makes you feel happy and uneasy at the same time.

"You've looked at me long enough in combat to make it clear that you want this, non?"

Her voice is soft, silky as it usually is, and her eyes are now downcast on your connected hands. You think you can possibly see a small smirk playing on her lips, and that her remark is absolutely supposed to be making fun of the fact you are indeed a complete gay mess. But there's some sincerity to it too, like she likes the attention you give her. So you go with it.

"Luv, have you seen your arse? It's to die for"

She practically snorts, raising an eyebrow as her eyes meet yours "I'm not sure a body part can be a reason to die for, cherie"

"I'm just sayin' that…that you're nice to look at is all"

She seems a bit taken aback by that, as if she just expected you to make some other joke and you'd continue your banter. Maybe it's that she hasn't properly thought on your feelings, maybe she hasn't even thought on her own. After all, she's only just started feeling emotions again recently…can she even remember what feelings are supposed to feel like? Can she remember what love and attraction feel like? You don't voice your question, letting her have time to think over things. The last thing you want to do is make her uncomfortable now you've come so far.

The sound of the door sliding open grabs both your attentions. Emily pops her head out, smiling sleepily as she see's you both. "Thought I heard Lena being a flustered mess out here" she says, grinning as a blush covers your cheeks just to prove her point.

"Her cheeks do look nice with that shade of pink, non?" Widow says, the smirk definitely present on her face as she looks at Emily. You watch their gazes meet, and have this silent exchange, which just makes Emily laugh softly and come over to lay a comforting hand on your back. You don't mean to pout at her and sulk, but you can't help it.

"I think the pout is even cuter, don't you Amé?"

"Amé? You on first name bases and giving her nicknames now luv?" you say, watching as it's Emily's turn to blush and look a bit flustered. Widow doesn't say anything, just watches you both curiously. When you look to her, she looks a bit unsure, like she isn't sure what she's supposed to make of this situation.

"Oh hush you" Emily says, with a soft bat to your arm but a smile still on her face. "It suits her a lot more than her call sign, right Amé?"

Widow watches you both cautiously, as though this is a trick and any moment now you'll kick her out. The kindness seems lost on her, she's confused, conflicted by it. The nickname obviously stirring more emotions than she knows how to process.

"With my memories coming back…I guess it's only expected of me to answer to some variation of my…my name"

You both watch her carefully, Emily slowly moving between you both and glancing at your still linked hands, before she gently places her hand on Widow's arm and squeezes. "You gave me this wonderful smile when I called you it last night" Is all Emily says, her eyes now on Widow's as she watches for a reaction. "A smile looks good on you, I'd like to see it more"

"I…It sounded nice the way you said it. Almost like…like a memory from my past coming back"

"If you rather I didn't call you it, I won't. I want you to be comfortable, we both do" Emily says softly, her gaze flickering to you, and you find yourself nodding along with her. Because really, you do want Widow to feel safe here with you. You want to avoid hurting her as much as you possibly can.

"If Gerard called ya it, then we won't use it luv. Simple as that" you say quickly, realising your mistake of saying his name when you watch her flinch. Emily gives you a sharp look, obviously getting ready to swoop in and comfort Widow, but stops in her tracks when Widow meets her eyes.

"Non, my memories of him are faint, but they don't define my actions. If anyone used that name for me, it was not him, not that it matters now"

"…Lena told me what you said, about Amélie being dead but her emotions are still there…Do you still feel like that?"

"I…I do not know. I am not her- not how I used to be, I never will be. But her emotions mix with my own now. I feel like these emotions belong to me, they are my own, but also not my own. It may be the treatments were suppressing them, they did something to my mind to make me feel emotions as if they were not my own. Either way, I do not feel like Amélie…but I also do not feel like Widowmaker"

"What do ya want us to call you then, luv?"

"Amé is nice, it's different from anything else…but, you may call me anything you like"

Emily looks as if she's about to speak when a soft buzzing grabs all your attentions. Widow seems to look confused herself for a moment as she pulls out a small phone from the pocket of the jacket she's wearing. Your first thought is where the hell has she been hiding a phone in that skin-tight body suit. It being in a coat pocket sure, but in that suit? No way could she hide it. She stares at it, looking at the name on the screen before turning to you.

"Sombra gave me it before I left…I did not think she would actually use it"

That's when you notice the name on the screen, along with the little picture that's popped up. The picture is of a young woman, around your age probably, who is giving the camera a peace sign and looks way too happy and carefree to be part of Talon. Emily seems to be just as sceptical as you are as she has a similar look of confusion across her face as she looks at it. Widow cautiously swipes across the screen to accept the call, and is immediately greeted by someone with possibly more enthusiasm than you.

"Ay, my deadly assassin can figure out how to pick up the phone, nice!"

"Hello, Sombra" is all Widow says in return, holding the phone away from her ear slightly. Emily quickly reaches over and puts the device on speaker, adjusting the volume so the whole neighbourhood doesn't hear Sombra.

"Sooooo, how's it going with your girlfriends?"

Widow's face flushes, her eyes wide as she stares at the phone in shock. "Sombra!"

"What? You are at theirs, right?"

"Not the point, Sombra." she says with a sigh, her face still flushed as she tries to avoid eye contact with either of you. You shoot Emily a look, which she just shrugs at in return, not seeming bothered at all that someone she's never met seems to know exactly how you all feel about each other.

"It's definitely the point blueberry, are you confessing you love them yet orrrrrrrr?"

"Sombra, please. Shut. up" Widow half snarls in frustration, obviously incredibly embarrassed. Emily can't help it then, she starts giggling softly, gently rubbing Widow's arm as she grins at her.

"What? I couldn't hear anything when I hacked into their phones, so I assumed you guys were on the balcony, or something. Wanted to know what was going on"

"Hold on, you hacked my phone!?" you say suddenly, patting your pockets down to realise that you in fact don't have your phone on you. Sombra just snorts in response, sounding incredibly amused.

"Well duh, I'm a hacker, what else am I gonna do?"

"Cherié, you could have just hacked this phone, that makes more sense and causes a lot less drama, non?" Widow says, sounding completely exasperated at this point.

"What would the fun in that be? Plus, I got to look at their texts to see if they've been sharing their secret fantasies about you. Bet you'd like to know what I found, right?"

"Non Sombra…please tell me you called for a reason and not just to cause trouble?"

"Straight down to business as always blueberry. Just wanted to see how things are, not seen any agents hanging around have you?"

"Did a quick check last night and there weren't any" you say, almost cautiously as although you know Sombra is sort of trustworthy because she's helping Widow, you still don't trust her completely.

"Good, things seemed a bit tense last night and was worried they'd sent people your way. But I'm guessing it was tense just from Reaper's sulking, and him giving off that creepy vibe he does"

Widow seems to shudder at the thought of it, screwing her face up as she thinks of the shadowy man in question. You think of all the trouble he's caused, the countless deaths and attacks he's led on behalf of Talon. Luckily your meeting with him yesterday has been the only one on one contact you've had with him, which you're happy about honestly. You're about to mention your meeting with him yesterday, when you remember what Widow said about Sombra hearing it all, and that Sombra probably was the one that saved you.

"'ey, Sombra…you were there yesterday, right? Shot at that creep ta get him away from me?"

"Well don't you have good deduction skills, speedy. I had to keep my blueberry's girlfriends safe. Knew the big monkey could keep Emily safe, then saw you charging off and just knew you'd end up bumping into him, so just followed you for a bit, that's all"

"Sombra, I appreciate you protecting them but…they are not my girlfriends" Widow says, staring hard at the screen as if Sombra can actually see the look she's giving her.

"Well hurry up and ask them out so they can be. Jeez, you guys are useless, treading around the subject like it's a big deal. You all love each other so just hurry up and commit to it!"

"Sombra!"

Widow seems just as flustered and embarrassed as you feel. It's one thing finally admitting your feelings to yourself, but for someone else to say it? It sounds crazy. Crazy that you can love more than one person, especially that other person being someone who before these last few months has been your sworn enemy. You look to Emily, expecting to see the same look on her face, but she's just smiling at you calmly, as if none of this fazes her at all. You have no clue how she can be so calm, this is completely life changing yet she's just smiling at you both like she always does. You realise then, that maybe you're the last one out of all of you to realise exactly what these feelings mean.

"Well, since I've done my part in pushing you guys together, guess I better go. I'll update you if I see any changes around here. Oh, and Emily? Don't forget your meeting at 12!"

"I have a meeting at…do I?" Emily says more to herself than to Sombra and quickly dashes inside to obviously grab her phone and check her calendar. You hear Sombra laugh and say bye before the call ends, leaving just you and Widow standing on the balcony.

Widow sighs softly, looking at you but not quite meeting your gaze. "I…I did not think she'd pull that stunt. She realised my feelings long before I could understand them…I did not think she would ever do this"

"It's fine luv" you find yourself saying before you can really process what she just said. You didn't expect Sombra to say any of that, neither did Widow by the sounds of it. You smile, pushing back the complicated thoughts in your head because now isn't the time to think on them. You have more important things to tend to "How 'bout we go inside and have a cuppa? wake us up a bit"

Widow just stares at you, almost in disbelief as her lips tighten into a thin line and she meets your gaze. "You…You still want me here?"

"Huh? Yeah, of course we still want ya here luv, why wouldn't we?"

"Because I…because this isn't how I expected you to react"

Emily pops her head around the door once again, making you both look at her. She seems to realise she's interrupted somewhat of an important moment and sheepishly smiles at you both. You notice the way her smile makes Widow instantly relax, and realise it has the same effect on you too. Emily has always had that effect on you though, she's your rock, the one you go to when you need comfort. It's strange to think you might have to share her with someone else…but the thought doesn't terrify you like it once before.

"Did I hear someone mention a cuppa? Good thing I've stuck the kettle on" when both of you don't move she pushes the door open a bit more, gesturing for you to come in. "I mean, you could stand out there all morning if you guys want to be weird like that"

You just grin at her, taking a step towards the door but stopping when Widow doesn't follow you straight away. You and Emily both look at her, noticing her eyes are downcast, as there's obviously something on her mind.

"Amé? You coming in?" Emily asks softly, not moving from her place at the door.

"I…I do not want to cause you any trouble"

"Luv, what're talkin' 'bout? We're inviting you in" you say, taking a step towards the assassin and watching as she finally looks up at you. That sadness is in her eyes again, along with something you didn't think you'd ever see. Fear.

"These feelings…they are only going to cause trouble. I don't want that"

"Oh Amé…come sit and have a cuppa with us, and we can talk about it, alright?"

She seems hesitant, her mouth opening as if she has another argument to give to why she shouldn't, but soon gives up. If that's because she really wants to, or from the puppy eyes you know Emily is giving her, you don't know.

You end up all sitting on the couch together, mugs in hands sipping silently. Widow seems to be lost in her thoughts more than enjoying her tea, but you can't blame her. Your own head is a mess, and you're the one who understand your own feelings. You feel bad for her then, and feel so incredibly selfish that you've only been thinking about your own feelings, and only just recently started thinking about Emily's. You've both had each other the entire time through it all though, Widow has been alone with feelings she can't even begin to comprehend.

Emily sets her cup down on the table and turns to Widow who's sitting between you both, a strange look of determination on her face as she meets her gaze. "Right, now we've all had a bit of time to uh, calm down, let's talk"

You also place your cup down, gently prying the cup out of Widows hands, noticing how her hands are trembling slightly as she keeps her eyes locked with Emily's. You've never seen her like this before, the fear and the tension she seems to be feeling is so unlike her. She's normally so cool and collected. The perfect assassin reduced to this because her emotions have been returned to her.

"I will leave if you want me too, I understand if you do" is the first thing she says, more emotion on her face than you've ever seen before. Emily looks taken aback at first, but then smiles softly, reaching over to take her hand in hers.

"And why would we want you to do that?"

"Because this- This is not normal. I feel I'm trespassing on something which I have no business being in"

"Luv…Amé" you say softly, trying out her new nickname. It feels strange to call her something else, but somehow right. You follow Emily's example and take Widow's other hand, even if your own hands are a little bit shaky from how nervous you are about all this too.

"I-" Emily starts, giving you a glance and you nod at her, knowing what she's silently asking your permission to say. "We want you to stay"

"I know you both want to protect me, but with these feelings, I'm only going to cause-"

"-This isn't about protectin' you luv. It started off that way sure, but- but it's different now"

She looks confused, concerned, a thousand emotions flashing across her face as she looks as you. "How could it ever be about anything else? These feelings they're not-"

"-Amé, please, just listen to us, okay?" Emily asks, using her soft calming voice she normally only uses for you when you're upset and need comforting. "What Lena is trying to say is that- that those feelings you're feeling, you don't need to worry about them"

"Non, how can I not be concerned when it means I'm ruining what you have. I may not be doing what Talon wants, but this is just as bad. I should not have come here" She tries to stand to leave but Emily keeps a grip of her hand. You watch in amazement as Emily gives Widow this fierce look and stands up too. She keeps her eyes on Widow, and honestly, the assassin looks pretty intimidated by her.

"You aren't ruining anything, and you aren't listening to us" she sighs, her expression softens, and you take that as your cue to stand with them.

"Those feelings you have, the ones that are confusing and strange, those aren't anything new to any of us. Hell, they've been developing for months. Since that first night where you saved Lena and I from those men. You saved me Amé, you saved both of us. I was never intimidated by you, never scared. And these feelings they-they're natural, why are we fighting them?"

Emily looks to you, obviously expecting you to continue her lovely poetic explanation to make Widow understand, but you're not ready, you have nothing in your head. You have to try though, don't you? "Yeah, so um, ya see luv. Guess tumblin' around with you on those rooftops made an impression, an' like…we want to help you, we just never planned on getting this attached. She's into ya, I'm into ya, so like…"

"You mean…these feelings I'm feeling aren't wrong. You both…"

"God do you ever listen to me? I said your arse and tits are great, what else did ya think I meant?"

Widow looks shocked, probably from the fact you've just reassured her that what she feels towards you both is something you all agree on…and possibly because of your colourful use of language there. You can't help but laugh as Emily starts giggling, obviously not being able to keep a serious face anymore. Widow just stands there watching you both laugh for a moment before she smiles too. Not one of her polite cold smiles, but a real warm smile which makes your stomach flutter slightly.

"Got it then, luv?" you say as you finally stop laughing, reaching for her hand and feeling your heart skip a beat as she actually holds it out for you to take.

"I understand, Cherié…thank you"

/

The next call from Sombra comes three days later. Since your talk with Widow on how her feelings won't ruin everything, she seems calmer but still terribly on edge. You all decided it's way too soon to try figure out how this will work between you all. You have more important things to figure out anyway, like how to free Widow from Talon's grasp.

The call comes when you're all sitting on the couch watching some crap tv show none of you care about. Over the last couple of days, you've been taking it very slow, gently introducing Widow to little touches and seeing how she reacts. At first, she seemed nervous with them, always letting you both hold her hand, or lay a hand on her leg, but she seems really unsure if she's allowed to touch you. It almost seems as if she's scared. You wonder if something happened to make her cautious of her own actions. Which is why it's so nice to see her fingers resting gently on Emily's thigh, all hints of distress gone from her face as she watches the screen.

Her phone buzzing on the coffee table makes her jump, her eyes wide until she realises what it is. You swear you hear her sigh before she reaches for the phone and answers. "Ay blueberry, what's up?"

"You called me, Sombra" she says, still sounding a bit irritated. If that's from your time being interrupted by the call, or by the fact Sombra seems a bit too keen on keeping up to date on things, you don't know. Widow seems to roll her eyes and put the call on speaker, knowing you and Emily both want to hear.

"I know, I know it's just- nevermind. Thought I better check in, you are due back tomorrow after all" is all Sombra says, acting as if she didn't spend all day yesterday texting when she was bored.

"Oui, I know"

"You been keeping a low profile, not going around making a scene or anything?"

"She's been inside with us, no one should know she's here. And you've not seen anything when you've been out, right Lena?" Emily answers for Widow, nudging you gently when she says your name.

"Yeah, no one been skulking 'round anyway. Seems like Reaper's been talkin' out his ass"

Sombra scoffs and you can practically hear the eye roll behind it. "Leave it to him to make up shit just to sound edgy"

You're about to agree and laugh along when you remember how threatening his voice sounded, how smug and sure of himself he was when he said he'd found your weakness. For all you know Talon agents could be monitoring where Widow is and waiting for the moment she leaves so they can storm in and steal Emily away from you, but that wouldn't make sense. They have their agent already in your home, surely they'd just use her, unless Widow is the weakness he talked about. You don't know how they'd deal with it if she is. Surely they would have stopped this 'mission' she's on just now and called her back. It's not like they'd storm in and take her away, they couldn't if they tried, you know she'd kill them without hesitation. You have no clue what their next move is, you have a feeling you're gong to be feeling on edge like this for a while.

Sombra's voice draws you out of your thoughts. "Well all seems normal here. Nothing to report, and it's soooo boring here" she says with a whine, making Emily giggle and Widow roll her eyes. "Least I'll have my spider back tomorrow, had no excuse to get away from work without you here"

"Whatever would you do without me, Cherié" Widow says almost teasingly, and you swear you hear Sombra pouting.

"Yeah yeah, whatever, love you too"

Widow smiles softly at Sombra's words, and that's when you really start to understand just how human the lack of treatments are making her. Before she would have remained stoic, maybe even looked uncomfortable, but now she seems to be processing the emotions. You like to think you've helped her these last few days, but she seems to be doing this on her own. A strange happiness fills you at the thought, maybe it's because she's a step closer to being in the state of mind to fight off Talon, or maybe it's simply because she can finally understand fully how you and Emily feel about her.

"Welp, just been sent a load of work through, gotta go. Keep me updated if anything happens" the screens blank and she's gone before any of you can even think about saying bye. Sombra sure does have a streak for being dramatic, but you guess that's what's so likable about her. You still don't know if you trust her completely, but she's done enough good for you to not shoot her immediately if you ever see her in the battlefield.

It's quiet for a while after that, you all going back to watching the show that's only on for background noise. When the credits roll, Widow stretches beside you, looking just as agitated as you feel. Today has been one of the rare days where you've been stuck in the house all day. It was alright at first, it was nice in fact getting to lie in then have breakfast with both your girls. But then as the day went on, you started feeling trapped and annoyed that you didn't have anywhere to go and burn off some energy. You have no idea how Widow has stayed in here as long as she has, no wonder she looks restless, she's used to being in the battle field and she's been confined to your small flat for days now.

You don't realise you're bouncing your knee restlessly until Emily lays her hand on it and gives it a squeeze. You stop, looking up at her and giving her a sheepish smile. You know what she's going to suggest before the words even leave her mouth.

"Wanna burn off some energy before bed?"

You smirk, raising an eyebrow at her. "That's one way to ask for a quickie, Em"

Not what I meant Len" she says with a grin, batting at your leg before glancing at Widow. "You and Amé haven't had your usual little fight in a few days, fancy a tumble?"

"I am dying to leave this house. You would say the same, wouldn't you Cherié?" Widow says, already standing up and looking your way. She knows by now you'll never say no to a tumble on the rooftops with her. So you don't, you agree, probably a bit too enthusiastically which makes both her and Emily smile at you. Their smiles are different, yet both give you that fluttery feeling in your stomach. You're not used to having the nervous happiness being doubled by their being two girls who you're fond off, but you have a feeling you'll get used to that.

Emily waves you off at the front door, saying she'll put the kettle on in half an hour so you can all unwind with a cup of tea when you get back in. That's all the bribing you need to blink off as quickly as you can to the roof. Widow is close behind you and before you know it you're both standing on the roof of your apartment building, Widow giving you her usual teasing smirk.

"Hope you haven't used all your energy already, Cherie" she practically purrs, obviously just as excited to fight with you as you are with her.

"Never luv, still got all the energy in the world ta kick your arse!"

You rush at her, blinking once to try fool her, but she's too quick as always. She backs up, bringing up her rifle that's slung over her shoulder to fire a quick shot at your side to try get you to back off. Ordinarily you would, but you've been wanting this, craving this, so you rush forward instead. She doesn't expect that clearly as she just manages to side step you, nearly losing her balance in the process.

"Feeling bold today, are we?" she says as she backs off, creating more room between you. You just scoff at her, smirking as ypu push your hair out of your face.

"I'm just gettin' started luv"

You rush at her again, bringing your guns out from their holsters and shooting at her feet. She effortlessly backflips out the way, giving you a very impressive view of her ass, and you have to remind yourself then that now is not the time to get distracted by that. You're so distracted telling yourself not to get distracted that the few shots she fires your way only just miss you. Your eyes go wide as you look at her, seeing the smirk on her face grow.

"Oi, you did that on purpose!"

"Can't help what you're distracted by Cherié, I just use it to my advantage"

You half growl at her as you yet again try to charge at her, blinking right up to her face and trying to get a hit in. You seem to catch her by surprise as you do get a hit in, but not enough to do much. Her eyes narrow at you as you try again, and again.

You lose track of how long it goes on for, both of you firing odd shots and getting punches and kicks in when you can. That is until you manage to blink basically on top of her and use all your strength to knock her to the ground. You both land with a thud, her groaning softly as your weight presses down on her. You're filled with such glee at technically having won your battle that you don't realise you're straddling her body, your face incredibly close to hers, until she opens her eyes and your eyes meet.

Neither of you know what to say, both just staring at each other. Her eyes flicker to your lips, then back to your eyes. She wants to kiss you, which well, it's great because you want to kiss her, but you didn't think it would happen so soon. You've always imagined if it were to happen it would happen like this, or in some dark alleyway where no one can see you.

Just as she's done before, she brings her hand up to brush against your cheek, it finding it's place there and cupping it as she leans up towards you. You know you aught to lean down and be more into this, but you're frozen. It's not that you don't want this, it's the opposite really, you just can't believe it's finally happening. You close your eyes, waiting for her lips to touch yours...but they don't.

You feel her hand moving from your cheek and down your jaw to your neck. You open your eyes then, seeing her eyes are very much open and she has a strange look in them. Her hand presses hard against your neck when it gets there, not enough to do any real damage but it hurts a bit. You try to back off of her, panic rising as her other hand comes to squeeze at your neck and keep you in place.

"Come on luv, this is a bit kinky for a first kiss" you say, as well as you can with her squeezing at your neck. You expect to get a smirk and for her to stop, but she doesn't, it doesn't even seem like she hears you. You know your in trouble then, serious trouble.

You grab at her hands, prying them off with all your strength and managing to pull them off just enough to back off of her. You try to back away from her, your mind racing as you try to figure out what's going on. She's on her feet instantly, already lunging at you before you can properly find your feet. You blink away quickly, praying to every god ever that you'll land on your feet and have a chance to get a good look at her before she attacks you again, so you can try figure out what the hell is wrong with her. You stand there looking at her, her eyes empty as she looks into yours, almost as if she isn't herself.

"Oi Widow, try not kill me, we're only playing" you say, hoping to snap her out of whatever the hell has come over her. She only seems to growl, taking her rifle in hand and firing a few shots at you. You need to blink out the way or they would have hit you, will hit you if you don't keep moving as she's firing at you again and again, not letting you rest as she normally does.

Your panting, sweat dripping down your face as you try to outrun her, but she's always too fast, always too cunning, knowing exactly what you're about to do next. You press your hand to your side as you watch her carefully, trying to ground yourself, but a pain stabs into your consciousness. You look at your hand and see blood, panic rippling through you as you glance to your side and see you've been hit. As you look at her it finally hits you what's come over her.

Widowmaker, the girl brainwashed into becoming a deadly assassin…of course they'd implant a kill switch in her head. The lack of Talon agents suddenly makes sense, and how Reaper seemed so sure of your weakness. You never planned on him literally using your weakness against you. As you're trying desperately to figure out what to do she comes flying at you, eyes ablaze but empty at the same time as she grabs your throat with both hands and pushes you to the ground. She pushes down, harder and harder while your nails uselessly claw at her unmoving hands. You can hear yourself choking, but your vision and hearing is getting more and more muffled as she pushes down harder. The anger and emptiness in her eyes is terrifying, the tears threating to fall from your eyes do as you say her name.

"Amé…Please, don't…y-you- this isn't you, luv"

Her hands seem to stop pushing for a moment, her eyes staring at you and widening before she grabs her head and screams. Her scream is piercing, horrifying and tortured. The same scream you've heard on those videos in her file. You can't get away, your body not doing as you want it to. You can only gasp at the air, swallowing greedily.

Widow seems to be sobbing, still holding her head in her hands as she's doubled over in pain. When she looks up, and your eyes meet hers, the pain in her eyes is indescribable. You want to reach out to her, tell her it's okay, and she's safe, but you know that isn't the truth.

"Lena- g-go. I can not-" she says, interrupting herself with another scream as she seems to claw at the side of her neck "GO!"

You scramble to your feet, your knees week beneath you as pain stabs at your side. You blink as far as you can, looking back to see Widow is gone. You try to think about what you should do, if you should phone someone, but your mind is fuzzy. You don't realise you've hit the ground until you feel the tough stones against your cheek. You can barely keep your eyes open, but Widow is the only thought on your mind.

You awake with your head pounding, and your side throbbing. You can't remember what you were doing, why you're here. Your eyes are heavy, the blood from your wound seeping through your twitching fingers when you hear her voice.

"Lena, Amé? You guys still out here?"

Emily. Shit. You can't let her see you like this, you just can't. You try to lift your body, but you can't move. You close your eyes tight, fighting the urge to cry as you hear Emily's footsteps get closer. It's all your fault. It's all. Your. fault.

"Lena!" you hear Emily almost shout as she rushes over to you. "What happened, where's Amé?" you try to reply but all you can taste is blood on your lips. When you pry your eyes open, Emily looks terrified, her eyes scanning over your body desperately as she obviously tries to think what to do. A tear slips down your cheek as you watch her own tears flow.

"Lena...no. No…who did this…oh god" she cries, her voice shaky and filled with fear. You want to comfort her so badly, but your eyes are so so heavy. You can't help her, you couldn't help Widow, what good are you?

"Tell me what to do, oh god Len please what do I do?!"

"'m sorry, Em" you manage to say, feeling as if your drifting away from her. Further and further away until your body is numb, and her cries are only distant.

"Lena!"