Author's Note: This isn't a happy chapter. Lots of people die and get shot. Fortunately, it's only a short chapter so you don't have to deal with it for very long.

They fought on the rooftops. Tracer ran after Widowmaker but the Talon assassin was faster. Tracer dove and Widowmaker hit her with the butt of her gun. "Is this what Overwatch's best have come to?"

"What would you know about Overwatch?" Tracer swung her legs, knocking Amelie down. "You betrayed us!" Tracer brought out her guns and fired but Widowmaker back flipped her away out of it. Tracer did everything she could to stop Widowmaker from getting anywhere near Zenyatta.

"Why are you here?"

Widowmaker only laughed. "For fun, cheri. You did not expect me to miss out on this, did you?"

"I won't let you. I couldn't save Mondatta but I won't let you kill Zenyatta!"

Widowmaker flipped down her helmet and smirked. "Good luck with that." Guns out, Widowmaker made a beeline to her advantage spot but Tracer was close behind. She knocked Widowmaker off the roof but the assassin used it to her advantage. She was after all, a professional. As she fell Widowmaker lined up her shot. She had her target in her sights. Widowmaker aimed. She squeezed the trigger and Tracer realized her mistake too late. The bullet sped straight for Zenyatta but it never reached him. At the last possible second, Will stepped in and took the bullet for him. Will crumpled to the ground. The crowd erupted into screams.

"Sir, p-p-please, get to saf-safety!" Will applied pressure to his profusely bleeding wound.

His request was an exercise of futility. Zenyatta had never abandoned anyone before and he wasn't going to start now.

"Embrace tranquility…"

Zenyatta stayed out in the open, completely vulnerable, to save Will's life. Widowmaker frowned. She hadn't met to shoot the bodyguard but was one more life? Now that she thought about it, those other bodyguards would be problematic too. In rapid fire succession, all headshots, Widowmaker killed every single one of Zenyatta's bodyguards excluding Will. He would die on his own. All that was left was to kill the omnic. Tracer jumped down and brought her leg down on Widowmaker's shoulder – successfully dislocating it.

"Please, don't make me hurt you." Tracer pleaded. "Stop this now."

Widowmaker fired. Tracer barely had enough time to avoid getting shot. She dove out of the way and had to keep running. Widowmaker kept her eyes peeled for the fastest woman alive. She popped her shoulder back into place.

"You're ruining my record."

"Record? You killed Mondatta and-"

"Of course, I killed him. I am an assassin. It is what I do." She viewed the city in pandemonium and smiled. "Ah, King's Row; one of my finest kill sites. It is hard to outdo perfection, cheri but I plan to do it tonight."

Enraged, Tracer tackled her. How could this person be Amelie Lacroix? The Amelie that she knew would never have done this. The Amelie that lived in the base with them was a sweetheart who always had a kind word to say. The two agents fought over the gun. Between the kicking and the punching, and the blind fury that Tracer experienced the gun went off. Tracer had been shot right in her core.

Stunned, Tracer struggled to comprehend what had just happened. Widowmaker leaned in. Tracer gasped for air. Every move was deliberate and slow. Tracer moaned. Widowmaker grinned. "Is that all, cheri?" Tracer collapsed. She could feel it again – that awful feeling of being everywhere and nowhere. Her body was coming undone at the cellular level.

"What a shame." She pressed harder. "I expected more from you."

"Amelie!" She choked out. "Please!"

If only for a fleeting moment did the assassin's true name bring forth any sort of emotion. Amelie was still alive. She was aware of what she was doing. But Talon had ways of keeping her under control. Her heart was slowed down and Widowmaker was back.

"The name is Widowmaker." She stomped down on Tracer's chest. "Do not forget it."

"The cavalry's here!" Winston roared. Widowmaker jumped back and fired at Winston but in his primal rage state he was invincible. "DON'T!" He swung at her. She moved away. "YOU!" Bombs were useless against him. "HURT!" Winston charged at Widowmaker. "HER!" Winston grabbed her by her leg and swung her around and into the ground like she was a ragdoll. The infamous Talon assassin was out cold. Winston recovered from his primal rage

"W-W-Winston!" Tracer whimpered. She flickered in and out like a dying light. "H-Help."

"Lena!" Panic surged through him. "Oh! Lena!"

"Help."

"Yes! Help, I-I'll help – just-just stay still. You're going to be okay. The others are on their way-"

"No!" She pushed his hands away. "Zenyatta! Widowmaker…Help."

"She's down, Lena. She won't hurt any-"

A single gunshot rang out.

A sinking feeling was felt by all. Winston left Tracer's side only for a moment. He looked over the panicking city and saw lying in stage was Zenyatta with a single bullet hole through his chest.

"No…"

Author's Note: Have I mentioned how much I love Tracer's and Winston's friendship? Like they are so cute and dorky together. That's friendship right there.