Let's-EW! ARIAL SIZE 11?! HOW COULD YOU? Much better. Now, Let's try to see where we can get with this silly story. Oh Widowmaker, your PoV is going to be a pain in the ass I can already tell.

Her next mission was solo which unfortunately meant that she would have to wait anywhere from two days to a week for a stupid doctor to show up. That wasn't even the worst part either, half the damn time all the stupid people they sent tried to talk to her. It was bad enough they even got to touch, their creepy, warm hands running up and down her spine, face and neck. Not to mention that almost ninety percent of them were men in their sixties that constantly tried to hit on her. The last man that really had touched her had been Gérard and everyone knew what happened to him. Ever since Talon broke her she hadn't had anytime for romances of any kind. They were superficial and stupid, if they didn't serve any purpose in assassinating a target then she had no use for them. It wasn't that they angered her or made her sad, they just really didn't matter. Pushing in her key card the hotel provided she turned on the lights and flopped down onto the bed, just for a quick rest.

Attempting to save energy the lights in her room had shut themselves off save for the tiny ones inside the clock that would tell her that it was 4:15. The hotel she was staying in overlooked a small bridge that covered a canal. The ground was dusted with a light powder that reflected the orange light cast upon it back into the sky. She was sweaty and still clothed and even she could tell this was absolutely disgusting. Peeling the fabric from her skin she could see the lines from her sweat still trying to cling to her body. The carpet molded and weaved between her toes, gently guiding her to the sterile white bathroom. Flicking the light on, illuminating shiny white tiles, marble sink and a silver L shaped handle. Her spine was arching slightly near the bulb of her neck, posture out of place and eyes still trying to shut she had to admit, for the first time in forever she felt content. The bristles of toothbrush light scraped bright teeth, guided by a sleepy hand. It was much much too early or late to be up.

Sometime during cleaning herself the sun had come up and her body awoke in the bed clad in slightly revealing underwear with a matching bra. Gripping and squeezing a fluffy white pillow she wished the night would last forever, that she wouldn't have to go on ANOTHER mission. Although recently said middle aged woman began to wonder why these missions really were important. She did however enjoy the presence of pillows and sheets that wouldn't constantly call her beautiful, say nonsensical things that didn't concern her, bitch about their job as a commander. Jerking her hand a bracelet shot out projecting the calendar for that day and oh lookie here, a doctor's appointment. Thank god the agency decided to make the stupid old man come to her because there was no way she would travel up to four hundred miles JUST to get molested. The raven haired woman would only have about two hours to get ready for this touchy feely session. Of course this would not be the case at a loud and sharp knocked her out whatever state she was in. Springing off the bed the first article that came into view was unfortunately the sweaty bodysuit. With a cringe and slight hesitation Widowmaker clicked into another mindset, lightly sliding into said bodysuit and backing up against a nail on tip toes, the nail latched onto the back zipper. Dropping her weight the suit zipped up elegantly folding over the zipper just in time for her to answer the door.

"Hi Amélie! Its so nice to see you." Angela's voice quivered and Amélie couldn't find out why...yet. Stepping out of the door frame she guided her in. Orange sunlight poured into small room illuminating Mercy's cheeks or was she blushing? Widowmaker wasn't normally used to caring about emotions let alone anything. Something was so different about this encounter though like a puzzle piece wasn't going into place. Figuring she'd never get anywhere with trying to be warm like Angela always came off to be Amélie just decided to stick with her regular "be cold don't care" routine

"How long is this going to take?" At first she recognized that Mercy was displaying emotional pain but didn't seem to bothered by her cold demeanor.

"Well, it depends. If you tone down your alluring aura then this'll be so quick you won't even know it happened." For someone who looks so shy on the outside Widowmaker noted that she was pretty damn confident. She couldn't really formulate a proper response. All that came out was something that sounded like a snort.

"Why don't you sit down and I'll poke at you for awhile then we'll be done!"

She walked over before sitting on on the bed awaiting the swiss doctor's touch.

"You're day has been good ja?" Mercy questioned, pulling a case out from her pocket, popping it open revealed a small needle that was to be used for medical information.

"Fine." The curt response surprised Amélie herself. She just felt so warm but so cold. So hot but still freezing. Like she was drowning and being set on fire. Before either woman said anything again Mercy attempted to put the small needle into her forearm. Amélie's hand snapped, swatting Angela's away. Raising her head she met eyes with the blue skinned woman, Her eyes frantically darted back and forth almost trembling. They searched the angelic woman's face for something that neither of them could figure out. Before saying anything Amélie noted that the woman before her had gotten ready for this. It didn't seem like just any day going out ready either. Her eyeliner was carefully feathered and gloss applied to her lips that looked so enticing, so tempting. Interrupting her thoughts was a sharp sting within her vein.

"Sorry to ruin the moment but you wanted this to end quickly so here's me getting it over with" Angela stated in a minor ashamed tone.

"Its fine. You're right." Unfortunately her blush evidently showed through her blue skin like blood in snow. She turned her head to look at the vitals being displayed over tan paint. Everything seemed normal except for breath rate, erratic and capricious. The blonde doctor pulled out a stethoscope. The sweat within Widowmaker's clothing seemingly multiplied by what felt like millions. Pressing the small saucer shaped end into Amélie's lower back made her shiver. "Deep breath." Doing as told her body felt like someone had just set it on fire. Each time the small metallic plate made contact with her skin her back would arch. spine twitching. Then came Mercy feeling her neck for a pulse. Each time a thumb would press against her neck an electric shock would be sent pulsing through her.

This had nothing to do with her mission, so why was it having such an effect on her?

"That's about it. Do you need anything else that I could help you with?"

'Yeah. Please don't leave and explain why this is happening.'

"Amélie?"

"I'm fine. Thank you." She could sense the disappointment rolling off of the blonde doctor. The raw anger and sadness of rejection. She had seen it before, once when a fat bald man found his much younger wife cheating on him. Angry with both of them she went beyond the mission killing all three members in the room. "One shot. One kill." Her rules were simple so why did this one have to be so complex? Standing up and walking towards the door she peaked back once to see her doctor fiddling with her fingers, clearly nervous about something. Clearing her throat she started

"Amélie. Are you okay?"

That same damn question was asked every time someone was here. She was fed up with it. "I'm fine." It came out as a hiss, coated with anger and laced with hostility. Why the stupid question made her feel so betrayed she might never figure out. Angela stepped back in shock before masking her frustration, strutting to the door she gingerly kissed the younger woman's cheek before walking out, purposely swaying her hips.

It was about one now. She had a battlefield to be at in an hour, cloths to be washed and another shower to take. That isn't what she was doing. She was still in the doorway, holding her cheek like an idiot and staring at where Angela's ass had been swaying just a few hours ago. Somehow the woman had dragged herself into the shower, washed her clothes and was now climbing into a nice car Talon had provided her. One had on the wheel the other still on her cheek she headed towards her location. It was still cold outside, clouds had overtaken the open sky that was provided that morning, gingerly tossing down snowflakes. It was going to be a 2v2, probably the annoying british brat and either her ape or the indian. She'd probably be working with Reaper…AGAIN. It really didn't help that he never said anything let alone anything of importance aside something completely idiotic like "time to reap."

Pulling up to the site where she would steal an article of importance she noticed that Reaper's weird moped thing was nowhere to be found. The only other car in the lot was a blue Volvo with deeply tinted windows. Walking into the grand palace she saw her partner ajusting her helmet. Looking back Pharah locked eyes with Amélie.

"You ready? Don't screw me over" She sounded bored and annoyed.

Widowmaker nodded, she couldn't give two shits about this cocky woman.

"Sure."

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