The British Are Coming
Widowmaker is running across the rooftops as fast as she can. She managed to outrun them. No. There is still one behind her.
"Don't think you can get away, Love."
Damn British pest. This will be her end for sure this time. Widowmaker drops a Venom Mine as she turns a corner before stopping and turning around to aim at the corner. "Come on!" Her heart is racing, the pounding in her chest like nothing she's ever felt when waiting for the perfect shot. However, in this heat of panic, she failed to realize that this was a repeated strategy that failed the first time.
"Ha! Gotcha!" Tracer comes over the other roof, shooting down at Widowmaker, multiple charges hitting her; one in her left shoulder, two in her left leg, and one right in the center of her left hand.
"Agh!" Widowmaker drops her gun and tries to run, but the moment she puts pressure on her left leg, it gives out as she falls. "Damn it!" She looks at the winner of this match with pure rage. She'd never felt something like this since she was still in training and got tagged by the now old woman.
Tracer walks over. "You have a lot to answer for, Love."
"Just kill me now, so I won't have to listen to your irritating voice."
"No. I'm not going to kill you. I'm not like you. Well, I'm not like what you are now."
"You think I care what kind of person you are, girl? You can just die!" Widowmaker fires her Grappling Hook at Tracer's rigging, taking her completely by surprise and latching to the core. She then gets pulled to Tracer, knocking them both over as Widowmaker grabs her throat, squeezing it. "Finally! Now, you die!"
Tracer tries to push Widowmaker off, but fails. She then moves to a more offensive strategy by punching Widowmaker in the shoulder.
"Gah!" Widowmaker's balance shifts left as her arm gives out a little.
Tracer uses this opportunity to roll on top of Widowmaker. "You need to calm down!"
"Get off me, you wretched girl!"
"Please stop, Amélie!"
"Quelle?" Widowmaker suddenly stops resisting at first before turning away. "You are mistaken. I am not that weak girl anymore."
"Strength is more than combat. I know you are still in that head of yours, even if your heart has forgotten."
Widowmaker tries to push Tracer off, but her wounds make it impossible.
The rest of Tracer's little posse arrive. The monkey and the old man.
Widowmaker glares at them as her heart rate starts to slow. Despite calming, she felt like she was losing herself further. "What are you going to do to me?"
"If it were up to me, a good knock in the head would be my way of fixing what they did to you."
"That is not the way to fix all problems, Jack. I believe a more scientific approach would do."
"Let's figure it out later. Reaper might be back soon and that other girl disappeared when we stopped the attack." Tracer looks at Widowmaker. "Now, you won't cause trouble now, will you?"
"How can I? I can't even run. I'm completely at your mercy."
"Indeed. Angela will be pleased to see you in her care." Winston says.
"Up you come." Tracer pulls Widowmaker to her feet and supports her left side. "I'd carry you, but I'm not that strong, so support should do."
"Whatever."