B/N - Hey guys and welcome to another chapter. I just want to thank everyone who is still reading this story because we have just passed 10K words and that is the most I have written ...ever. Enjoy a very angsty Widowtracer chapter as thanks.

You know what to do.

Chapter 7

Three weeks had passed since the night in Kings Row and Widowmaker had finally pushed Tracer out of her mind. Mondatta's death had sparked international outrage which was exactly what Talon had wanted. Violence broke out in the streets between humans and omnics with deaths and injuries being reported every day. Talon was very happy with her work and dedication to the cause that they had given her another assignment. Paired with Reaper, the two of them were to head over to Numbani where the Overwatch Museum was situated and retrieve Doomfist's gauntlet. The mission sounded straight forward and simple enough for the pair but Talon had listed the mission as high priority.

They did not waste time and hastily got all their equipment on the transport plane. Widowmaker gave a disinterested sigh as she clipped into her jump seat. The flight would not take too long but it gave her time to think of ways to get inside the Museum without drawing too much attention. She looked over the various photographs that the surveillance team had provided them. The Museum was located in the centre of Numbani which made it hard to be missed by the general public. The Museum however had large glass windows that allowed for natural light into its large show room. It was the ideal entry route in her eyes as it also happened to house what they were looking for. The Museum didn't get many visitors anymore since the shut down and disbandment of Overwatch years ago. The council of Numbani weren't even sure whether they should keep it open anymore.

"We should go for an aerial entry through the glass here. It will be fairly easy don't you agree?" Widowmaker wasn't even looking at Reaper but heard him let out a gravelly sigh of his own.

"Well it's not like we are going to walk through the front door." So very sarcastic.

Widowmaker let out a snort.

"No, I don't suppose we are." She let her head rest on the cold steel frame behind her. At least they were on the same page.

The landing was smooth and the pair arrived in under three hours as predicted. It was broad day light which added difficulty to the mission. It isn't hard to notice a blue woman and a shadow man walking around. The Talon jet had landed them on a run down and abandoned roof top on the outskirts of the city. From here they traveled across roof to roof with Reaper shadow stepping to follow her. As they got into closer proximity to the Museum, Widomaker stopped to scope out its location. She crouched low on the edge of the building three blocks away from the Museum's entrance. The wind was blowing over her gently, rustling her long pony-tailed hair across her back. She looked carefully down the scope of her rifle, assessing all entry and exit points in sight. As suspected there didn't seem to be a whole lot of activity happening out the front. The members of the public walked past the looming structure as if it was just another piece of scenery. Widowmaker activated her visor and saw that there were only two people inside the show room but they weren't just people, they were children.

"Well?" Reaper was starting to get impatient.

"Two inside the proximity of the gauntlet. Children." Widowmaker turned to look at Reaper. He was silent for a moment as if mulling the factor over.

"Death will walk among them. What are we waiting for?" The masked face tilted slightly to the left.

Widowmaker responded by grabbing onto the man and flinging them quickly across roof tops to reach the bright white roof top of the Museum.

"Warn me next time you are going to do that." A smirk appeared on Widowmaker's lips as Reaper stumbled, trying to regain his bearings.

Widowmaker looked over the edge and through the glass into the show room below. The two boys were right up next to the glass case that encapsulated Doomfist's gauntlet.

"We should enter through he-"

She was cut off abruptly by Reaper.

"MOVE NOW!" The man disappeared into dust as she heard the rapid shaking of the ground. She didn't even have a chance to react before a large ape came barrelling towards her and leaped for her. He grabbed her with both hands and they flew through the air, shattering the glass pane she was just looking through. They fell for what seemed like eternity before slamming into the ground below. The ape briefly lost his grip on her and that was enough for her to jump away with her machine gun and grappling hook prepared. She launched herself up and onto the ledge of the white staircase. Un-holstering her rifle, she took a few quick pot shots at the ape which struck his armour. He moved the two boys out of the way and tried once more to come after her but Reaper finally materialised himself as a distraction. Reaper fired shot after shot which forced the ape back and away from her position. Using her scope she was quickly able to get a visual on Doomfist's gauntlet just metres away.

"There you are." A slight murmur under her breath as she zoomed in a little closer. However a familiar blinking sound sent a shiver running down her spine.

"Oi, whatcha lookin' at?" The accent was heavy in her ear and Widowmaker moved into action, jumping back off the ledge and sending a spray of bullets Tracer's way.

"An annoyance." She ground out through clenched teeth as she sent her grappling hook flying to the roof as she made a graceful exit to the ground. The woman followed her every move with the bullets sparking around her. Tracer quickly threw herself behind an exhibit as she was now faced with both herself and Reaper. Meanwhile the ape threw himself into the air and let out a booming roar as he smashed his fist into the ground, shattering the paved floor and forcing the pair back. Reaper was not deterred still firing shot after shot into the ape.

"WINSTON!" A loud cry from Tracer echoed across the show room with the girl suddenly blinking into the ape's outstretched hand.

Winston threw her into the middle of the fray with her body twisting wildly through the air, spraying bullets in every direction.

"Die!" Reaper was fast in action, creating a frenzy of bullets and a cloud of smoke as he countered Tracer's attack with one of his own. Tracer once more ducked for cover and Widowmaker could hear rapid beeping coming from the device on the woman's chest.

"Now is not the time to get distracted. You have a job to do." But her chest had tightened as she tried to swallow a deep breath.

Widowmaker watched as Winston took into a running leap at Reaper but he fell into nothing but empty air as the man disappeared beneath him.

Winston fell hard and his glasses fell from his face and scattered across the floor. Taking this opportunity Widowmaker made her way to the glass case that surrounded the gauntlet. With one smooth movement she shattered the glass as shrill alarms went off in the distance. Just as she was about to grab the gauntlet a roar unlike anything she had ever heard pierced through the show room like thunder. She activated her visor to see a very, very angry Winston barrelling his way towards Reaper. The ape was quite literally glowing red and shaking with anger. She noticed the unmistakable blaze of blue light trailing behind him with bullets shooting past Reaper's figure. Widowmaker switched to her machine gun and provided covering fire for him, taking on two at once was going to be a challenge. When she turned back around she was greeted with her worst nightmare. The gauntlet that had been there just moments ago was now gone. She heard Reaper's body get smashed into the ground and Tracer let out a giggle but she was not about to leave the Museum empty handed.

"Surely it can't have gone too far." She took slow deliberate steps around the display.

"Watch out!" The younger of the two children yelled.

Widowmaker turned just in time to receive a full blast from Doomfist's gauntlet to her chest. The impact sent her hurtling through several glass displays and rolling across the floor.

She could feel her body protest as she forced herself to get up. Her legs were unsteady but she looked at the boy with determined eyes. Before she had the chance to react Winston was again on top of her. A trail of blue let her know that Winston wasn't alone and she let out a brief spray to get the woman away from her. Tracer could only giggle as none of her shots hit and she felt a sharp blow to her wrist as her rifle flew from her hands. Frustration overtook her once more as Tracer used her own weapon against her. She shot her grappling hook to what was left of the overhanging glass and felt herself accelerate away from them both. She could see Reaper following her and reached out to grab him.

They both landed outside with a thud and quickly formed into a sprint. Now that she was disarmed and Reaper low on ammo they knew that they had to get out of there quick. She could hear Reaper talking fast into their emergency communications system. Their jet was still refueling and it'd be at least ten minutes before it'd be on its way. The extraction point was back on the outskirts of Numbani where they had been dropped off and Widowmaker knew that they would be cutting it fine if they were chased the entire way.

"What did I say about doing that again?" Reaper was about a metre in front of her when they heard Winston's roar behind them.

"Take this as a warning." She shot her grappling hook upward onto the next building over and pulled Reaper with her once more. They both landed soundly and continued on their way to the extraction point. Reaper shadow stepped two roof tops in front of her. Unfortunately Widowmaker wasn't quick enough and before she could even take a breath she heard the familiar sound of her unwanted guest. Tracer had gained on her quickly using her ability to manipulate time to get to her faster than Winston. Tracer's foot connected with the back of her knee and sent her sprawling across the roof. The grappling hook had flown out of her grip and was resting just on the edge of the ledge of the concrete roof. Widowmaker had shut her eyes and prepared for another rain of bullets but it never came. The woman was standing above her and trying to catch her own breath. Her brown eyes shifted to stare deeply into Widowmaker's as if trying to read her mind.

Widowmaker got up and prepared herself to grab her grappling hook and run. She had made it all of two steps when Tracer stopped her dead in her tracks with two words.

"Amélie no!" Tracer had blinked in front of her and they were just inches apart.

"I don't know who that is." The hiss escaped her lips before her mind could even process what was happening. She wanted to run but yet she couldn't move, it felt like someone was holding her in place.

"Yes you do. You're Amélie Lacroix and you were married to Gérard Lacroix." The woman was defiant as she stood her own ground.

"I don't know who you are talking about." A wave of panic finally got her legs to cooperate. She took a step back to put some distance between them. Her mind was racing and her chest felt heavy, why did hearing these names have this effect?

"Your husband was working on the Slipstream project Amélie and you were there. Do you remember? I was the pilot chosen for that mission." Tracer reciprocated by taking a step towards her and again she took another step back. Widowmaker couldn't think but it was like she knew there was something there but in her mind she couldn't reach it.

"He died Amélie. Your husband died. Do you remember why?" Tracer took another step towards her once more closing the gap.

"Stop." Widowmaker threw her hands to her head and squeezed her eyes shut. Her head was throbbing and her mouth was suddenly dry.

"You killed him Amélie. You killed him while he was sleeping. You took a knife and you plunged it into his throat." The words sent a heavy weight crashing into her stomach.

"Stop! Stop calling me that!" She tightened her grip on her head, stressing the material of her visor until she could hear it cracking. Pin pricks of white were burning behind her eyes.

"Because he died Amélie, they rushed what was left of the Slipstream project. Because he died I was put into a jet that wasn't safe to fly and was considered dead for months because I simply disappeared into time. Because he died I now suffer a condition called Chronal Disassociation and have to wear this." Widowmaker could hear her tap the glowing blue device on her chest.

"Stop it!" She was shaking and her breaths were getting ragged.

"Or should we talk about how you shot Captain Amari in the face while Overwatch agents were trying to rescue hostages. Fareeha thought her mother was dead. Do you remember her?"

"I said stop!" Flashes of Gérard, Ana and a young Lena burst through into her mind. The immense amount of built up feelings spilling free almost crippled her. She felt the woman quickly grasp her arms and pull her towards her. What she didn't expect was to feel Tracer's burning lips upon her own. The intense warmth radiated through her mouth as she felt herself lean into the touch.

"What are you doing?!" Her mind was screaming at her.

It was all too much for her and she threw the woman back from her. She felt like she was moving in slow motion as she ran to pick up her grappling hook and quickly shot it at the next building over. She could see Reaper watching and could only guess that he had seen everything.

"Go on Amélie! Do what you always do and run away back to them! You can't run forever luv!" Tracer's voice chased after her as she launched herself building to building. It felt as if she had been set on fire, everything felt so raw and so painful that she didn't even realise that there were tears streaming down her face. She quickly brushed them away and landed clumsily next to Reaper.

"What the hell do you think you're playing at?" He grabbed her roughly and shoved her forward to encourage her to keep moving.

"It was nothing. She was just trying to get into my head." It was all she could say without admitting the truth. They rushed over the next few buildings while every now and again checking to make sure they weren't being followed.

"Spiders don't play with their food. Am I going to have to mention this to the Commander?" The very thought of it made her stomach turn.

"It isn't going to be an issue." She hoped that Reaper believed her more than she did.

"Be sure that it isn't."

And yet as they made their way back to the extraction point Widowmaker could still feel the burn that Tracer had left on her lips.

A/N - And there we have it! From the original Overwatch short we have reached full Widowtracer. Not bad if I must say so myself.

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