Chapter 5

The Bloody Heroes you are

All because Widow missed her shot. This is madness!

The heart of platoon commander Sandra Graf fell to the depth of her stomach as she heard the loud whistling sound and knew, most of her unit would die here. She regretted ever giving the order.

Graf didn't know the details, but recon had made a check up on the whole arena for omnic siege automatons, so they wouldn't get ambushed by something like a Bastion unit.

McCree was the worst case ambush scenario right after that. Had she known this lunatic was hidden in the crowd, she would've equipped her men with portable cover. Helmets wouldn't do shit. Survival instinct made her whirl the nearest hapless recruit around.

"Commander?"

Miller was one of the new guys, 6 months out of training. Had been military before but just couldn't reintegrate into society. Talon kept him preoccupied and stable. So he settled down with family. Wife was pregnant.

"I'll make sure she's cared for."

Millers eyes went wide as he struggled to comprehend. She used him for cover and she hated it. Blood splattered across her visor as Millers brains were blown out right in front of her.

Five more of her unit shared the same fate. Graf quickly studied the casualties. Badegwa, Johnson, Goldstein, 3 more recruits. The units Belgian radio operative had tried to hide behind one of the soundproof booths, to no avail. Her second in command Tokigawa Sayuki had almost made it. Bullet pierced her skull right as she dove for cover.

That one hurt the most, like a dagger to the heart. Graf's bunk would be cold and lonely tonight.

It brought her little satisfaction that Reaper preoccupied McCree right now. She started this mission with 16 perfectly capable agents. Now only 4 of them were left as the target tore Adams, her last recruit, apart with close range pulse round fire after he had hurried to cover.

"We can no longer circumvent her defense matrix efficiently with our numbers! I advice retreat!"

"Enemies hull efficiency at 10% commander."

The voices of corporal Trgiňa and tech operative Sanata flaired up in her earpiece. They sounded calm, but she knew better. Mainly because she was trembling herself, as adrenaline was no longer enough to keep her focused. It was hard to hold the burning rage at bay.

"Keep your head straight corporal! This isn't over yet. Hold distance to the target and keep a spread formation at all times!"

She gave the Korean girl one more minute tops before she'd make her pay dearly for Tokigawa.

As her radio operative was down, nobody would keep tabs on the local security channels anymore. There was still a realistic chance to eliminate DVa, but the Korean version of SWAT could swoop in to eliminate the rest of her team any second now.

Right. We can do this! We'll just have to finish this quick before-

A sudden, machine-like noise caused dreadful shivers to run down the spines of all surviving agents.

No no nonono! I could deal with SWAT, why does there have to be a third?!

Graf barely heard herself ordering retreat via com channel as a booming engine roared, drowning out her voice, charging towards her with rapid speed. Graf knew she wouldn't be able to disengage in time.

"CATCHPHRASE!"

As Reinhardt crashed into her with bone-crushing German efficiency, he made her realize again why she hated Overwatch so much. Why she bore with being Reapers pawn, even volunteered her whole platoon to his vendetta.

They're all insane.

Platoon commander Sandra Graf closed her eyes for a last time.

Wait for me, Sayuki.

They heard a frantic voice announce the retreat of Talon below them.

Or rather, they would have. If Lena hadn't shot that stupid radio 5 minutes ago. That thing had been annoying! She could do with less interruptions while she handled a deadly assassin, damnit! Truly dangerous work here!

If dancing with Widow's tongue didn't take so much attention, her stupid thoughts would've let her smile equally stupid right now.

This was almost too easy. If she had known before what a mess would become of Widow once someone showed her what a real woman could make her feel, she'd… well… started flirting? Yeah, something like that.

It was a bit hard to think right now. Since she began to push Widow's buttons, her captive got ever more bold, clinging to Lena and becoming quite active in exploring the skin on her back while deepening their already wild kiss.

"You really like snoggin', don'tcha luv?"

Lena had broken the kiss first with the stupid smile that she wanted to have earlier. Her hair was a mess, more so than usual. Sweat dripped off her nose down onto her captive. Both of them gasped for air in this warm summer night on a certain rooftop above a South Korean stadium.

"Enough to not want to kill you… yet."

Widow felt like talking back. Since the initial shock of feeling the thrill of desire well up deep inside her for the first time in years, she had somewhat regained her senses. Widow knew she had fallen too easily, but there had been no escaping her overwhelming emotions. Even now.

"D'aww, you look gorgeous when you threaten to kill me! Lookin' forward to your next attempt, luv."

"Be careful what you wish for..."

"We could also just.. y'know.. skip directly to this part?"

Somehow Widow wished she would feel even a tinge of regret for falling so fast, but there was nothing of the sort. Instead she caught herself smile like a love-struck teenager at the suggestion, furiously blushing as Lena added a cheeky wink. Her mind tried to find a diversion, looking away from those cheerful hazelnut eyes, lest she'd lose herself in them… again.

"Shouldn't you… just tie me up and help your little friends?"

The feeling of regret finally showed up. That came out entirely wrong.

"Oh I'm sure you'd like that."

"That's...! T-That's not what I meant, Lena!"

"Maybe I'll give ya a sweet collar, too. What do you think of ball-gags?"

"NOT. WHAT. I. MEANT. CRÉTIN!"

Widow's sharp nails dug into the back of this insolent brat.

How dare she?!

Lena quickly got the message and started giving a shower of appeasing licks and kisses to her embarrassed captives throat and neck. Her teasing smile never ceased, Widow just couldn't see it.

The French girl slowly eased up, drawing her nails lightly over Lena's back. She accepted the unspoken reconciliation attempt with a small sigh and adjustment of her head, so her captor had an easier time of planting those kisses that so deliciously set her skin alight.

"A real hero you are, Chérie…"

"What? I'm helping 'em right now, keepin' this dangerously beautiful killer contained!"

A shiver ran down Widow's spine. It was so cliché and she despised that Lena could feel how she loved those compliments. Why couldn't she remember it ever feeling this good with Gerard?

"How should I call you by the way, luv?"

Widow was visibly taken aback by the question.

"Why Widowmaker of course."

"Rubbish! I'm not callin ya by that made up name."

"Well I don't have any oth-"

"Amélie then."

If Lena wanted to irritate her, she got what she wanted. Widow shot back fast, her conditioning rearing it's ugly head.

"Amélie is no more! She was weak."

"I know you are, luv."

Now she was getting angry, feeling the sudden urge to strangle this infuriating smirk off Lena's face.

"I'm NOT we-"

There was a sharp intake of breath on top of the roof. The air was pregnant with silence as Amélie stared with wide eyes and O-shaped lips towards a star-filled sky.

"Ouh Lá Lá~"

Lena had already anticipated a reaction like this. One of her small hands had found her way below the part of Amélie's body suit that wasn't already torn wide open. If cuddling and kisses could make her oversensitive captive a writhing, mewling mess, simply caressing the silky lips of her new lover would set off fireworks. Lena's voice was quiet as a whisper.

"What didya wanna say, Amélie luv?"

"I~… Mon Dieu!"

The mere sight of her captive melting helplessly below her caress was too much. Her own arousal made Lena lick her lips and lower herself down on one of Widows legs, feintly rubbing along.

The French girl arched her back ever so slightly, practically presenting herself. Lena couldn't resist, planted a kiss on the blossoming bud of one of those perfectly petite breasts. As this went on, Amélies eyes slowly rotated inward. Her body was shivering ever more and lusty moans escaped her lips, as she could no longer concentrate on keeping herself quiet.

It didn't last long however. Lena wasn't too keen on breaking in her newest toy. Yet. She withdrew her hand, leaving her captive panting and wanting on the ground.

"You like that, hmm? I want to play some more with Amélie. Who are you again, luv?"

There was no choice here.

"A-Amélie.."

Lena had a huge grin on her face. She could get used to this.

Widow on the other hand hated it. For the most part. Two soaking fingers were placed on her lips as the French girl couldn't decide whether she should just bite them off.

"Good girl. Suck."

Amélie didn't understand what made these words so thrilling to her, why they'd make her heart pound like she had been running until she could run no more. She hated herself for obeying, giving in to the feeling.

"You want more, right Amélie?"

The French girl nodded as the taste of her own arousal filled her mouth. Another shiver ran through her. She was so addicted to the way that Lena made her feel, it was outright pathetic. A bloody great assassin she was, no more, she was just another perverted-

There was a clinking sound at the stairwell.

"I knew I heard somethin' up here! There you are Tracer!"

Amélie's eyes went wider than ever before. Nobody could see her like this! More importantly though, she'd KILL anyone who interrupted this newfound joy!

Who the hell dares?!

"Y'know it was mighty hard to get rid of this Reaper gu-OH DEAR LORD ALMIGHTY!"

McCree stood there, watching the epic scene before him, cigar falling from his mouth. Tracer perked up and waved towards her fellow agent as he was gentlemanly averting his gaze.

"Heya Jesse! Got myself a captive, I do!"

"Oh yeah, I could see tha-"

„Tu oses nous interrupter, fils de merde! Je vais te fusiller quand je récupère mon fusil! Oublie ça, je vais déchirer ton cœur, cowboy aspirant! Viens ici toi, froussard! Je te défie!"

Lena was barely able to calm the fuming and kicking French girl down before she could actually reach for Widow's Kiss. She didn't understand a word of that angry tirade, but it sounded like a long string of "I love you Lena, let's do it!" to her. French worked that way.

"HAHAHA! Watch zem flee like cowards!"

Reinhardt had a big grin on his face. He was sweating profusely. It had taken him pretty long to don his crusader armor as he was clearly not as young as he used to be. Even forgot to put his helmet on, but the day was saved!

"Reinhardt, I'm so glad to see you! What are you doing here?"

DVa already hurried over to him after she caught one last assailant in the back as he fled. She also finally allowed Destiny to gg out. Only two Talon agents survived, grappling out of the arena into the rafters.

The huge, seasoned warrior turned to her, blushing ever so slightly, awkwardly rubbing the back of his head with a massive hand.

"Uhm… I came here because of a friend. He really vanted to see you play in the finals Hana!"

"Really? I can give him an autograph or five, you saved my bum there!"

"Oh, yes please! Uh, I-I vill give zose to him of course!"

DVa had a wide smile. She practically adored Reinhardt for how cool he could fight and still be so awkward when talking to her. As he turned around towards her, she raised at an eyebrow at an unexpected sight.

"Uhm… is that one still alive?"

Both of them looked down to find a woman clinging to Reinhardts armor. Her knuckles were white from the strain of holding on and her body was sickeningly deformed from the impact of Reinhardts charge to an opposing wall. The brunette womens face was bruised and bloody.

"Bastard", she forced herself to say as both of them stared down at her. The voice was rasping, close to the breaking point. It must've been beautiful, just a few moments ago. Tears welled in the eyes of the broken, most likely dying woman.

"All dead"

Reinhardt shivered. He hated those moments when not everything was clearly good and evil. Especially those where he felt bad for what he had done. He could have stopped before the wall. Why hadn't he? Maybe he was too used to fighting machines and powerful villains.

"You're still conscious little girl, impressive tenacity."

She didn't recognize his words. The rest of the broken womens energy funneled itself into pitiful sobbing while staring off into one direction.

The large warrior looked out into the field, following the gaze of this dying woman to another, unmoving on the ground. That Asiatic seeming girl had been shot out of the air, as far as he could tell, likely diving for cover in desperation. Beyond her were more corpses, either crushed, smoldering from pulse fire or downed by headshot.

DVa and McCree together had practically slaughtered a dozen men and women. Reinhardt felt sick all of the sudden. This isn't what he called winning.

"Sieht so das Werk von wahren Helden aus?"

Sure, Talon operatives had to know what they were in for, but they were still human. It was hard not to feel their grief, be sickened by their useless deaths. The top agents of Overwatch were practically gods among men. Had they really done everything they could to preserve human lives here?

Reinhardt felt deep shame and looked the part. The large warrior solemnly straddled the dying woman in his huge arms, so that she didn't have to hold herself anymore.

"I am so sorry."

He was as gentle as he could be, moving towards the ambulances that began to arrive on the scene.

Hana found herself baffled and alone. Something in her interface was blinking, catching her attention. Her fans were commenting on the stream in which 13 people had died just now. Soon maybe 14.

"they deserved it"

"I think Im gonna throw up…"

"is Destiny okay?!"

"that was horrible!"

"LOL no that was AWESOME!"

"people died you sicko!"

"why were they still playing?"

"Rein is the only good person in that arena"

There was a sudden urge to translate what Reinhardt had said in German before he left. The translation rendered her speechless while all the comments sliding by her eyes left a bitter taste in her mouth. She recognized one name among the flood of comments.

It was a young girl named Gyumi who somehow managed to convince her parents every time to drive her over when Hana gave an autograph session or meet&greet. The sweet thing always claimed to be her biggest fan, beaming brightly with the cutest of smiles.

"hana had to do this right?"

That's when she realized just how hard she had fucked up.

What a bloody hero she was.

"Sieht so das Werk von wahren Helden aus?" - "Is this how the work of true heroes looks like?"

This chapter I tried some different themes and topics. It got a lot longer than I intended.
I'm itching to find out how you liked this chapter, dearest reader! Please let me know!
I hope you enjoyed it!