Chapter 6

A tale of jealousy

"Well, someone seems eager to get their morning exercise."

A giant gorilla harrumphed and lumbered over to the window that Genji had just jumped through. The room was still a bit in awe at what exactly had happened there. Winston closed the window and then returned to his position in front of the meeting table. He cleared his throat.

"As I was about to say…"

"Winston?"

Surprise was clear on his face. He hadn't expected to be interrupted by Hana of all people, with her sleeping through the whole meeting prior and all.

"Yes DVa?"

"Don't you think this is highly suspicious?"

"She's right. It reeks of an attempt to lead us on."

Jack looked a bit sullen that he had to agree. Hana shot the old soldier a sly grin.

"What do you mean?"

Winston watched the two of them trying to make light of Sombra's carelessness.

"Since when does this Sombra chick make mistakes? I mean she's, like, the best hacker? Why would ATHENA catch her tampering with cameras?"

"Maybe because it is already too late for little miss Emily. So, we're supposed to focus on her and miss other clues."

"Nah, I think she's alright."

The whole room looked at Hana, expecting her to follow up in some way. The Korean just shrugged her shoulders, grinning mysteriously. Jack of course couldn't let that fly.

"Might wanna explain your thinking?"

"I just know."

"And how do you know that?"

"It's woman's intuition! Of course, you wouldn't know anything about that, Dad, since you never had a woman in your life."

A vein was pulsing dangerously at Jack's temple.

"Why, you little… quit that cheeky attitude or-"

"Or what?!"

"I'll make you!"

Winston was a bit overburdened at how quickly this went out of control. Soon Jack and Hana were in a full-fledged argument. Both were standing at this point, bordering on a shouting match.

"You can never take this stuff seriously! You should go back to your games until you learned some responsibility!"

"Oh yeah?! Well maybe you take this stuff way too serious! Your hairs falling out as we speak, baldy!"

"Errm… guys, I don't think this is the best-"

They turned in unison towards him.

"SHUT THE HELL UP!"

Then they went right back at it.

"You don't scream at the commander like that, young girl!"

"Are you stupid, old man? You just did the same!"

Winston was at a loss and tried to look for help with the other heroes. Pharah seemed to be spacing out, even drooling a bit, so she wouldn't be of much help.

"Jesse, can you back me up here?"

No reaction.

"Jesse?"

Winston tried to shake him by the shoulder. The cowboys head rotated to his shoulder, revealing that Jesse was having a siesta underneath.

I could use some peanut butter right now.

She heard the front door below being opened in a hurry. It was even less difficult with them rushing up the stairwell shortly after. They would disturb her well-earned rest before too long.

How annoying.

The spider didn't move. There were instances going through her head. She entertained a myriad of possibilities.

I could depart.

Amber eyes opened amidst the darkness.

Non. What an utterly boring thought.

She turned towards her newest acquaintance. Emily was still peacefully sleeping at her side. The sight gave Widow a most devious inspiration.

Reading all these stories… At every turn, was it? Yes, that sounds fun.

A devilish smirk developed on the spider's lips. She would need to prepare.

Quelle est la vôtre… sera la mienne.

Lena fiddled with the keys for the front door.

"Somethings wrong, I can feel it!"

"We'll be up there in no time."

After opening the door, Lena took his words to heart and blinked ahead in record time, approaching the third floor, leaving Genji behind for the moment.

Please, don't let her take this away from me, too!

Her hands were shaking with the key again, but the door to her apartment was open soon enough. Tracer saw the darkness within and was initially relieved.

She must be in bed already.

As she went through the threshold, Tracer felt her hopes being crushed in vain. Amber eyes stared at her from amidst the darkness. The gaze made her skin crawl. She felt like facing a feline predator on the prowl, prompting the urge to step back.

Widowmaker smiled leisurely towards her.

"Y-You're here!"

As Tracer's eyes got used to the darkness, she could make out every detail. The spider shifted her attention towards a girl, sitting right next to her on the couch. Emily's shirt had been wide enough so that her bare shoulder could show, which it did now. The red-haired girl didn't seem to put up a fight as Widow tenderly caressed the area around her ear, kissing the little reporters neck on the other side.

"W-What have you done to her?!"

Amber eyes stared intently at Tracer from beyond the nape. The predator stopped enjoying her prey for a moment to answer breathlessly.

"Everything."

Widowmaker's voice was dripping with smug satisfaction, taunting her, adding a wink for additional effect. The heroine was trembling with a mix of shock, concern, jealousy and pure anger. Tracer had trouble comprehending. It was surreal.

What is this… I… she's alive? But…

While the spider was doubtlessly leaving a mark on Emily's neck, her hand wandered down to tenderly caress the little reporter's bare thighs. Lena shivered at the sight of them, blood rushing into her head.

This… this bitch!

Genji arrived on the scene shortly behind her and immediately started to stifle a fit of laughter.

"Whoa! If that's what assassination looks like, I want some too!"

"Genji, you're not helping!"

Lena tried to compose herself.

"S-Stop doing that to her this instant! Or… or-"

A low moan came from Emily. The small girl shivered and angled her head, presenting her neck, like a fawn that wanted to be mauled.

Lena could feel the heat rise in her cheeks. Another smug look from Widowmaker was enough to let her blood boil over. She felt as if a match was struck within her head.

"Get the fuck away from her!"

Lena rapidly advanced towards Widowmaker, either to snap her neck or to throw her out the window. Her emotionally driven body hadn't yet decided on the scale of brutality she wanted to inflict when something ripped her right out of the acceleration. A strung-up steel rope caught her foot and made her reel forward. Lena only had a split-second to think.

Fuck

This time, her face squarely hit the parquet floor. Her world was spinning. Milliseconds later, she could hear something clunky hitting the floor beside her with a telling 'Bonk'.

There was an awkward moment of silence.

"T-Tried to catch me again…?"

"Y-Yeah…"

"We really fell for the rope trick…"

"Yup…"

The two heroes were lying face down on the floor, some ways off from the couch. Lena felt dizzy, having basically crashed into the floor at full speed. It was hard to focus at all. She just noticed the smell of fried circuits.

"I can't move."

"What…?"

"It's… some kind of hack… I can't…"

She could observe Genji trying to struggle, but he mostly just lay there like a stone, occasionally twitching. Lena tried to move, too, but quickly found herself entangled in the rope with her bad foot. She painfully flinched as a result and tried to regain her strength for another try.

A distinctly French laugh invaded their ears. Lena stemmed one hand against the floor and looked up again with a bloody, albeit intact nose, shivering with embarrassment as well as resentment. Widowmaker seemed to have a grand old time watching them struggle.

"What's so funny?!"

Widow caressed the slowly awakening Emily for a last time at the cheek before standing up from the couch, taking Widow's Kiss over her shoulder.

"Because you are so predictable, ma Cherie. Don't worry about your little friend, it will wear off in time. We wouldn't want him to interrupt, don't we?"

A chill crept up her spine. Lena was clenching her teeth, trying to steady herself as she looked up.

"Why… Why do you have to do this to me?! First, you kill Mondatta and now… now… "

The spider came closer during the monologue and squatted down in front of her. Genji looked like he tried his best to move, but barely managed to get more than a shuffle through the paralyze.

"Oh, don't worry. I am not here to kill anyone… yet. I'm here all for myself."

Her amber eyes were looking like she took pity on the small girl that could barely hold herself together. Lena felt so angry and helpless and confused.

"If Emily is not your target… why? Why do this?!"

A blue hand softly caressed the area around her ear, lifting her gaze. Lena flinched away from it, closing one eye, but her strength was considerably diminished from the pain, making the movement look half-hearted. The touch was cold, but the assassins skin compensated in softness. Their eyes met for a moment. Widow was whispering in a musical voice, grinning deviously.

"Foolish little girl. Because I relish in seeing you struggle. It's the most amusing thing to me."

Lena took some time to comprehend the implications. It was impossible to tell whether her blush was still from before, or from this weirdly intimate moment. At the same time, she felt a cold rush in her neck, prompted by sheer horror. Then it all burst out.

"Y-You're the worst! I hate you! Just leave us alone!"

A single tear rolled down Lena's cheek. Widow caught it with a thumb and let go off the little Brit, licking it off with a condescending smile.

She couldn't quite regulate her breathing at the sight before her and it was incredibly hard not to start masturbating on the spot. Emily was unbelievably horny right now.

This must be a dream…

First, the formerly so prude Widow had actually caressed and kissed her like a lover would. Emily couldn't understand then, but now she knew that it was all a scheme to get Lena riled up. Then Widow would walk over with that catwalk body of hers and tease the little Brit up close.

She's just like in my stories…

"Y-You're the worst! I hate you! Just leave us alone!"

Oh god, she licked her tear off!

"I'll take that as a compliment for a job well done, wouldn't you agree?"

Emily practically melted on the couch, feeling up the part of her throat that had been ravished by the French women.

So evil…!

"I'll grant your request though. I wouldn't want my newest toy to break already. Even though this has been quite amusing."

Widow stood up at this point.

"Oh well, c'est la vie."

Turning towards the window she came from, the spider aimed to take her leave. However, not before taking her time to blow Emily a kiss.

The little reporter shivered with delight. She could feel herself smiling shyly in return. Stepping on the frame, the femme fatale left the scene, vanishing into the dark, autumn day outside.

That was another tease for Lena… this is so hot!

Emily didn't use jealousy as a theme all that much in her stories, but that would change now. Nobody seemed to stop Widow, with Lena lying defeated on the ground and Genji failing to get up at all. After she finally got her head out of the clouds, Emily observed them for a moment.

"At least… she's gone Lena. Movements coming back to me… Everything's okay now."

Genji managed to shakily get onto one knee. Lena on the other hand let her head audibly fall against the parquet floor, lying there uselessly.

"Nothing's okay… T-That… that bitch just came in here as if she owns the place!"

Her voice was shrill and lamenting.

"But nobody got hurt, right?"

"Of course not! Y-You heard her; she came in here just to fuck with my head…"

Lena sounded emotionally strained to the maximum.

"I feel so awful, Genj, I wanna die…"

It felt bad all of the sudden having enjoyed this as much as Emily did. She bit her lower lip and pushed her sleepiness away, shakily standing up.

Small sobs were coming from Lena right now as she tried to bury her head further below her arms. The cyborg seemed at a loss as to how to approach this mess of a situation, frantically looking about the room as he finally managed to stand. He crossed gazes with Emily and noticed her nodding towards the front door.

Come on metal boy, I'm giving you an out here…

Genji stared at her for a moment, then slowly nodded in agreement.

"I… will head back and let Doctor Ziegler look at my functions. I'll also inform Winston that nobody got hurt. Don't dwell too much on this, Lena. It won't do you any good"

There was relief hidden in his voice that somebody much more suited for the task would deal with the cheering up. Genji hobbled out of the room, quietly closing the front door behind him.

Finally, alone… How to even begin without gushing all over her?

Emily had a stupid grin for a second there, but forced it away in place of a truly concerned look.

Not yet.

"Lena?"

"Y-You're awake?"

Nibbling on her lower lip, she knelt in front of that self-loathing mess. Lena looked up after sniffling once. Her cheeks weren't exactly tear-stricken, but a few rolled down the reddened skin nonetheless. The heroine wiped away her tears and quickly went back to trying to get rid of the rope that entangled her leg. However, she couldn't manage alone. Emily tried to help her with that.

That fall probably made the sprain in her leg worse… poor Lena.

Seeing her flinch in pain was awful. They held onto each other by the arms as soon as they freed her leg and until they managed to get Lena onto her knees.

"A-Are you alright Emi?"

"I should ask you the same. You look awful."

She smiled while saying that, trying to cheer her roommate up. In the meanwhile, she wanted to see if Lena had hurt herself in any other way from the fall, looking at her from all sides.

"Emi, seriously! Did she do anything to hurt you?"

There was an earnest, concerned look in Lena's hazelnut eyes, countering the little reporter's playfulness. Emily was at a loss for a second, thinking about how she would answer.

"Well, she… pressed my head to the ground for a while with her high-heeled boots, but it didn't really hurt. It was just kinda humiliating."

"She… what?!"

"Y-Yeah…"

Lena was literally speechless while Emily went straight back to being horny just thinking about it. In the meanwhile, the little reporter tried to clean the blood off Lena's face with her shirt. It would have to be washed afterwards anyway, with all the sweat and violet lipstick on it.

Emily thought she could catch Lena stealing a few glances, with her lifting the bunny shirt and all, but there was none of that. Only concern and despair.

"What… what else did she do to you?"

I can't tell her everything. She wouldn't understand.

"We… talked on the couch and didn't really do anything. Then I kinda fell asleep and was waking up to… this. She was pretty distant all this time, so I was kinda surprised."

Surprise was visible on Lena's face, too. She obviously didn't expect that Widow and Emily had just been talking to each other. The small Brit averted her gaze and tried to make light of it.

"So... Widow made a last minute decision to stick it to me, I guess."

"Maybe she planned it? But she didn't want to do something until you showed up to see it."

Come on… don't be like this. You're supposed to be the cheerful one.

It was difficult to witness Lena this way. Emily had an idea though, so she tried some banter with a playful smile.

"Maybe I'm not her type?"

Lena looked confused for a second before she understood the quip. She managed to return a chuckle and a weak smile.

"She has terrible taste if that's true."

"There has to be something good about her taste though, since she clearly likes you."

Emily's smile grew mischievous after seeing her words resonate. They were coming a bit closer to each other, mainly on Emily's part. Lena on the other hand looked blindsided. Maybe because she wasn't used to Emily flirting with her like this. They were slowly embracing, gazing into each other's eyes.

I know you need this. She hasn't stolen me away, I'm right here.

She tried to look reassuring. After what seemed like an eternity of gazes, their lips finally touched, brushing lightly against one another. Lena relaxed somewhat into their caresses, but remained largely stiff.

It wouldn't let up.

She's not into it... I guess Widow left a mark.

Emily carefully backed away from the kiss, searching Lena's features for a reason.

"Something's wrong, isn't it?"

"N-No, it's… nothing."

The little Brit was blinking a few times and then tried to avert her gaze.

Don't become like me, Lena. Lying doesn't suit you.

"No pressure. You can tell me if something bothers you. If not, we can just go to bed for now."

…can't stop the innuendos, can I?

Emily tried to play it off with natural naivety, sincerely hoping that Lena would lighten up in the next few minutes. She felt a desire for her.

"It's… it's just… I'm not in the mood anymore. Emi, I'm so sorry, I…"

Lena's voice was faltering. Emily's breathing was getting irregular by just witnessing her idol in this state. It felt like there was a stone in her gut.

I think my heart is breaking.

The little reporter closed her eyes, trying to focus.

I can do this.

Emily quickly moved in to gently caress her roommates neck, trying to calm her, shifting her weight so they could support each other. She whispered her words in a soothing manner.

"It's okay if you don't want to right now. Is it something that won't go away from its own?"

Lena shivered while being taken into Emily's arms.

"She… has claimed you, hasn't she?"

Those hazelnut eyes sullenly stared at the kissing mark that had been left by the spider on her neck. Lena's mood brought Emily down, too. They both stared at the parquet floor for a moment.

Then Emily got another idea.

If this works… This'll be… hot.

"Yes, she has. But… Lena, you've got to…"

Her cheeks burned just from the thought. One of her pale hands slowly slid into the spiky, brown mess of Lena's hair, softly pressing that cute little head towards Widow's mark, right up until she could reach Lena's ear herself. The heroine was perplexed by the move, but didn't react yet.

"Please, Lena… "

Emily was shivering as she whispered the words with warm breath into Lena's ear.

"…claim me back"

Even if it was for every fiber in her body, Lena couldn't possibly resist such an invitation and gasped for air as instinct overwhelmed her. They embraced each other again, partly shivering. Lena obeyed, kissing her neck and ultimately sucking on that stretch of skin, trying to leave her own mark on top of the old.

Emily's light-brown eyes rolled around in their sockets. A lusty smile developed on her lips.

It all came so close.

I've got her back! It's like they're indirectly kissing… through me.

It felt delicious, to be claimed like that, twice in a row. That is when a realization hit Emily. Delusions of grandeur took hold of her as she was slowly pushed down to the floor by her new lover. She began laughing quietly, cheerfully among small moans and gasps for air.

Visions of the three of them together clouded her mind. Emily saw stars, blushing Lena's, smirking Amélie's, heard church bells and husky French whispers.

I need to make this fiction a reality!

"Emi? Is everything-"

Emily's eyes cleared up. Lena had stopped kissing her neckline to look up in concern, still a bit shivering from the sudden rush of desire.

"Lena!"

"Y-Yes, Emi luv?"

"Carry me to the bedroom!"

Lena blinked a few times in confusion, but then her usual self finally kicked in. She abruptly snorted with laughter.

"Just now you were spacing out and now you're… ah, fuck it! Like a bride?"

In a weird way, they started to cheer each other up. Emily just grinned daringly in return.

"Wanna make me one?"

"But darling, there's no priest in sight!"

"Aww, what a shame…"

During their little banter and giggles, Lena obliged, lifting her lover up with one arm behind the back and the other under the knees. Emily promptly threw her arms around Lena's neck. The heroine had little problems, just needed to walk slowly because of her leg and still shivered a bit from the whole ordeal. They didn't care. They just smirked at each other stupidly.

"Lena?"

"Yes, lovely wife-to-be?"

"I'm seven shades of horny right now."

"Oh gee, what can we do about that?"

"Hmm… how about you do me?"

"I thought you'd never ask!"

That bit was probably supposed to be way cockier than it actually sounded: Truthful and relieved.

The bedroom door closed behind them.

"Oh, come on! Why'd they wander off?!"

Sombra whined aloud, wriggling around in her chair. She was sweating profusely from the sudden warmth in her room. Her body had sunk down in the seat. The rig in front of her showed a dim living room, somewhere in London, probably filmed from a console camera on top of the television.

"They could've at least given me a show, since Miju didn't have the curtesy to die properly!"

She made an angry pout and licked her fingers clean. Widow had seemed like she was really into the stories on that one notebook, but Sombra hadn't anticipated how inspired her colleague would be by Miju's stories. It had been a surprising delight to watch.

Good thing I have all that on tape…

Still, Sombra had been massively jealous through most of it.

"I won't forgive her! Growing so close to Amélie…"

Sombra sighed after that little tantrum.

"Ah well, plan B failed. But we managed to get Widowtracer a bit further!"

That was good news after all. Her feet were dangling below in excitement with her panties flopping around one of her ankles.

"She'll die with the next one, won't she Senor Fluffles? Plan C will be absolutely foolproof after all!"

Her little bunny was sunbathing below a lamp in Sombra's closet. He had a little space there consisting of a hay bed, a water dispenser and a toy house he could hide in.

"Yeah, you're right… we need to go back to Starcraft practice, too! So much to do, so little time~"

"I'd say ya have way too much free time, missy."

Sombra was startled immensely, shrieking a bit and immediately trying to pull her shirt down.

"Tu bastardo desconsiderado! Why do you think I lock the fucking door for?!"

A human sized figure dangled from the ventilation shaft at the top of her room. It wasn't quite human though. It was a small gorilla in a track suit, giving Sombra the most unimpressed look his kind could probably muster.

"Remember how ya called me here in the first place? Also, don't bother hidin' whatever. You humans disgust me with or without clothing."

Hammond, the newest addition to Talon, let himself down from the ventilation shaft and sat on the desk in front of Sombra. Then he cracked his knuckles.

So he was the one banging on the door a few minutes ago…

"Fuck, it's this late already? Sorry for making you take the detour Hammond."

The small gorilla harrumphed, not at all appeased.

"Yeah yeah, I see ya had yer fun. Listen though, these nicknames ya people got are hella stupid. I mean who the fuck calls themselves "Reaper? Ya know what's better than that?"

Sombra rolled with her eyes. They went through this every time. Hammond would go on and on about it.

"A real title. Ya know I got one. Start callin' me by it, or I'll bash yer head in."

"Fine 'Senor Doomfist', crusher of humans, third of his name. Better?"

Hammond grinned, but it didn't really change his aura. The little gorilla managed to look frighteningly volatile no matter what emotion he tried to convey.

"Lots. So, what's this about that plan of yours? Somethin' about shaking up a few million humans?"

I knew he'd bite at that.

"At the very least! Think bigger Hammond, we're gonna make waves across half the world! All I need you to do is..."

The little gorilla narrowed his eyes at first because she used his human-given name again, but he listened. Sombra grinned excitedly while explaining to her new accomplice what she had in mind. Her demeanor became more sinister, the further she went into the details. Plan C absolutely wouldn't fail.

Notes:

c'est la vie ~ such is life
Tu bastardo desconsiderado! ~ You inconsiderate bastard!
Quelle est la vôtre… sera la mienne. ~ What's yours... will be mine.

I was really surprised how many of you dear readers were agonizing over the week it took me to write the chapter.
I'll disclose that i actually had to rewrite the whole thing at some point. Sorry for that!
The first version was a lot more stupid and weird, which this story is supposed to be, but it didn't feel right. And I'm not into releasing stuff that feels wrong.
This version is a somewhat more serious. Say, dearest reader... do you like it ( ･ัω･ั)？