I woke up in a daze of confusion. I squinted through my cloudy vision in an attempt to figure out where I was. Once I regained my eyesight, I recognized the familiar room around me as my bedroom. I looked towards my windows. A beam of sunshine emitted between a crack in the blinds. From this observation, I was able to roughly estimate the time of day as around noon. I looked down to my fully clothed body and sighed. As I laid motionless in my bed, memories of what happened the previous day began to flood back into my mind. I thought back to the incident with the mystery woman in the orange leggings. I remembered how fast and graceful she was, how lucky I was to get out without any serious conflict. Maybe Reaper was right. Maybe I wasn't ready to go out into the field quite yet. I was pulled out of my thoughts by the sound of knocking on my bedroom door.
"Evan?" Widowmaker chanted in a soft tone.
"Are you awake?" She proceeded to say.
"Yes, I just woke up. What do you need?" I said back in a curious manner.
"I just wanted to ask you if could meet Reaper and I in the kitchen, we need to-" She cut herself off.
"We would LIKE to talk to you," She said, putting an emphasis on the, like. The fact that she corrected herself for a nicer approach scared me. Widowmaker is known to be a cold-hearted assassin that feels no emotion and cold-hearted assassins usually don't purposely try to be nice. I knew that she really needed something out of me.
"Um...yeah, sure. Just give me a minute." I responded. Carefully picking my words.
"Ok, thanks," She said while turning back to head down the stairs.
I continued to lay there and listen to the sounds of her footsteps descending back down to the main floor. Once Widowmaker reached the bottom of the stairs, I slowly rose out of bed. I was way too tired to even attempt to use my powers. I slowly dragged myself to my bathroom. I sluggishly brushed my teeth and fixed my hair. When I finished, I walked downstairs to the kitchen where Reaper and Widowmaker were waiting for me.
"Good morning," Widowmaker said while gesturing towards me to sit down on the chair to her left. Reaper was sitting across the small table meant for 3, not breaking his stare on me.
"So... what's so important that you couldn't wait till I got out of bed?" I spoke in a sarcastic manner knowing what they wanted to talk about.
"We really do appreciate you helping us out yesterday..." Reaper said in a much calmer voice than I expected. I immediately knew what was going to come next.
"And we really think that you could be a very important aspect to our team.." Reaper continued.
"That's why you are going on the next mission with Widowmaker to assassinate Tekhartha Mondatta at King's Row this evening at 9:00P.M." Pronounced Reaper in an excited tone.
"I know, I'm sorry. I messed up. It's just my earpiece broke and- wait what?" I exclaimed very surprisedly.
"You really did help us yesterday. Even though we didn't get the glove, you still helped us avoid a couple of sticky situations." Widowmaker explained to me.
"I was expecting you guys to kill me for not obeying orders to stay in the house and overall, making us lose the fight because of my massive distraction- I mean -broken earpiece," I explained back.
"Your recon skills helped us turn the tables for a little bit before, you know, your earpiece..." Reaper told me, pointing to my ear.
"Speaking of which, here. Let me see that. Maybe I can fix it.' Widowmaker said, reaching for my ear.
"NO!" I yelled, startling the two.
"I mean... I got it." I said, plucking the small device out of my ear. As I was handing it to Widowmaker, I slightly crushed the earpiece in between my forefinger and thumb just enough to break it, at least I hoped. Once I handed it to her, she examined it for a little bit.
"Yup, looks a little bang upped. Give me like, 10 minutes and it will be good as new." Widowmaker said to me in her heavy french accent.
"Perfect, thanks a lot!" I responded back with a semi-fake smile. I was happier to get off the hook without question then to be able to go on my very first, legit mission. Don't get me wrong, I was still very excited to be able to go but I was probably still just a little more happy to not get my head bit off for exposing my powers to the other team. I decided it was best not to mention what happened after they left the museum last night because I was too scared to lose my opportunity for the mission. I excused myself from the table and headed out to the garage. Once I entered, I was reminded from the empty space that I let my bike in the city overnight in a hasty escape to outrun the teleporting girl. After a well-deserved facepalm, I decided to go retrieve it in an hour or so after the intense heat of the summer afternoon died down. I teleported up onto the roof of the two-story building. I was immediately reminded of how physically tired I was from the day before. I laid down on the roof and stared up into the blue cloudless sky above. The humid heat of the hot summer day wrapped around my body like a silk blanket making my eyes heavy. I tried to fight the urge to sleep for the first couple of minutes but after a while, I just gave into the temptation and let myself be carried off to sleep.