Been awhile since I last posted for my TF2 crossover. Gonna take up some ideas for future chapters. I am open to any and all ideas you might happen to have for my story so feel free to share. And no, I am not making a Demo/Tracer story or whatever, they are just friends like with she and Winston. And one more thing, I am not going to make the original TF2 team try to get them back as to thinking that they are both dead, or another respawn failure. Alright going back to the chapter.

Sniper's POV

It had been about a day since the bloody spy was given a chance to join Overwatch. As much as I wanted to turn his head into a thick red mist, he was now apart of the team, and teammates do not kill each other. However that did not stop me from taking precautions for whatever he might try. I was in the mess with Ana, Demo, Lena and the 'guest of honor,' the Spy. The time was around ten thirty in the evening and we were currently sitting at a table, exchanging stories about our past as well as some tips for battles with Talon and Grey.

"So the old man is still alive." said Spy, but when you know him as well as I do, the was a ton of malice in the way he said it.

"Yeah and apparently he is trying to conquer the world." slurred Demo as he drank a bit too much whiskey. I chuckled as Demoman wobbled a little till he fell over to the ground, fast asleep.

"As much as I want to say it, I suppose now is not the time." said Spy as he checked his watch to see what time it was. Deciding to have some fun, I found an old dart board in a closet, and brought it down for me and Ana to play. Lena and Spy decided to join in the game.

"Let us play." said Spy, oddly cheerful. I shrugged and decided to go first. I had three darts in my hand, I lined up my shot and swung my arm forward. The first dart hit the bullseye dead center, the next also hit the bullseye, and the last dart got wedged in the end of the first dart. I chuckled and put my hands on my hips.

"That'll do." I boasted and walked over to remove the darts. I handed Lena the darts to let her go and see how her aim is. But she was about as good as I was as she hit the bullseye all three times. The smug grin on my face disappeared in a flash and was replaced with a deer in headlights expression. Lena and Ana laughed at my expensce and shock of someone who is as good as me. Spy next to me was waving his disguise kit in his hand, but I did not notice.

"Guess you're not the only skilled player." laughed Lena as she handed Ana the darts. I got over my shock and chuckled.

"Good shot mate." I said gave her a gentle shoulder nudge, "Now lets see how Ana does." Looking back at the sniper, she was as good as I expected and hit the target no problem. Now it was Spy's turn to take up the darts. Spy's aim was not as good as ours as he hit the bullseye only once and got close to it on his second shot.

"Good game luv'." said Lena as we finished playing. We all nodded and decided to leave, but there was the still present Demoman who was passed out under the table. I heaved Demoman up and he regained some consciousness.

"I love...every single...one of yah...not you." slurred Demoman as he looked over at Spy.

"Heart warming." replied Spy sarcastically as he walked to his room. I laughed lightly at Spy's sarcasm and helped Demoman back to his room. He might not look like much, but this guy is heavy. I struggled a little but Demoman was semi-awake and helped me the best he could. Once I reached his room, I just shoved him on his bed and left him where he was.

"Bloody piker." I grumbled as I walked back to my room to turn in for the night. I was about to go to sleep when I heard a noise outside my window. "Ah piss." I snarled as I walked over to the window. Pushing it open, I saw someone sneaking about just outside the building. I narrowed my eyes and left the window to grab my rifle to have a better look at the person. When I got back to my window, I raised my rifle and switched to night vision. The figure I saw was actually a woman with long hair and was holding a rifle herself.

"Well what do we have here?" I muttered to myself as I continued to watch her head into the building. I picked myself up and grabbed some of my gear just incase. I swung my rifle over my back, got my SMG and holstered it and finally my machete. I snuk out of my room and into the hallway, where I spotted the woman that got inside the base. I peeked around a corner she turned, she was actually very pretty: delicate features around her face, long flowing hair, and she was well equipped. She wore a sort of helmet that let her see all around her, these sort of mines on her wrist she could place, grappling hook on her other wrist and her rifle was collapsable for close quarters.

The one thing that really stood out was her skin tone, it was a sort of blue. Not something I would deem fashionable. I followed her to what I believe is the control room, where she walked over to a computer and started to download information.

"Not on your life sheila." I muttered and snuck into the room. I was about three paces away from the woman when she turned around, her rifle raised at my head. I had my own rifle ready to fire. We both stood there, holding our own mini standoff as who would pull the trigger first. The room was filled with silent tension as we both stared the other down. But seeing that this was going nowhere fast I decided to have a conversation with the mystery women.

"So you have a name?" I asked the woman as she glared at me for some apparent reason.

"Widowmaker, and you." returned 'Widowmaker,' if that was even her real name.

"Matthew Mundy." I responded to which I saw a split second of recognition in her eyes, but it was gone just as fast as it appeared. I took a step forward, to which Widowmaker steadied her rifle, sending a warning to back up.

"So what's a lady like yourself doing in a base like this." I continued the conversation.

"My business is my own." retorted Widowmaker, not giving anything else away. I nodded that she did not have to really explain herself but I figured she may be hiding something.

"I suppose that business also happens to be related Talon?" I quirried, to which I saw her grip tighten. Deciding to act on that I pulled my trigger, firing off a fully charged shot, right through her rifle, grazing her arm. She grabbed her arm and checked to see if there were any cuts. I chuckled as I had beaten Talons resident and best sniper, and I decided to mess with her a little. "Bloody hell you're awful." I chuckled lightly while saying it. Widowmaker glared at me for a moment, then faster than I could react, she dove forward kicked my rifle out of my hand. But I moved just fast enough to grab the barrel and swing it into her stomach, knocking her down to the ground. I dropped my rifle as the barrel was still hot from the recent discharge.

Widowmaker got back to her feet as soon as I dropped my rifle, she had a very pissed off expression on her face. I pulled out my machete and raised it challengingly. "Come on. Let's throw." I challenged the French sniper. I swung the knife at her waist but she dodged it and punched me in the jaw. I reled back from the hit and held my jaw. 'She can definitely hit.' I thought while holding my jaw. I swung my knife again this time being careful about her speed. I was able to tear a small part of the suit she was wearing. At some point she grabbed my arm and forced me to drop the knife and kick me in my chest and knock me down. I heard a clatter of my SMG and saw it was a foot away from me. I tried to reach for it, but Widowmaker used her grappling hook to latch onto it and yank it to her hand.

"It seems the late great Mundy has finally been beat." Purred Widowmaker as she approached me with my own SMG in hand. She aimed down at me. I was keeping my eyes fixed on her, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw a familiar shimmer of light. I kept a straight face as to not let her know about the threat behind her.

"Figured it would happen on day. But I always thought I would die to someone else." I said as I used my voice to cover up Spy while he was de-cloaking right behind Widowmaker.

"And who would that be mon amis?" Asked Widowmaker while she looked down at me. A hand grabbed her arm and another went behind her head to slam her head into a nearby computer key board. Widowmaker collapsed unconscious from the impact. My savior was the man I used to loathe everyday of my life.

"My apologize." said Spy as he looked down at Widowmaker. The doors to the command center burst open to reveal 76 and Reinhardt who were patrolling the area ever since my rifle discharge. I walked over to the console where Widowmaker had tried to hack into Overwatch and steal all the info it had to offer. 76 walked over to me to find out what happened.

"Status report." demanded 76 as he approached me. I turned to look at Widowmaker who was lying on the floor still unconscious.

"Sheila here tried to steal our intel, but I happened to see her break in and I was able to alert you two with my rifle going off. I then just stalled till Spy got here and saved my sorry ass." I explained to 76 who nodded.

"Get her to a holding cell. If she is working for Talon. Then she can tell us everything we need to know about Grey and his plans for global conquest." Interrupted Reinhardt as he picked up the woman. I nodded and grabbed what remained of her rifle and slung my own over my back.

"Can we interrogate her in the morning? I seriously need sleep." I asked while yawning for a moment. 76 nodded and gestured for me to go get sleep. Spy however was more interest in Widowmaker, and accompanied Reinhardt to the holding cell.

Spy's POV

Following the man I had come to know as Reinhardt, I walked into an area lined with rooms that made the prison cells of Teufort look like pig pens. Inside the cells were a bed, sink, toilet and mirror. I walked next to Reinhardt as he carried Widowmaker. He stopped by a cell and turned off what appeared to be a barrier made of light. He placed her on the bed and left the cell and locked it up.

"I will leave in a minute. There is something different about her." I said as I watched Widowmaker thinking carefully. Soon after about a minute of contemplating what made me think so hard, I left for my bed. Perhaps a good sleep will help me. As I was leaving, I failed to hear Widowmaker say something in french. But as I was walking away, there was something telling me in the back of my head. Something familiar...

To Be Continued...