Recovery One
Widowmaker sits in her new room in Angela's own house. Of course, she had an ankle bracelet to keep her from just leaving. Should she try, well, let's just say that Widowmaker had no desire to try and leave after the first time.
"Who's hungry?!"
Such cheerful annoyance. What a bother. "What are you going to make me eat now? Another dish of bland potatoes and cheese?"
"Actually, I had this made just for you." Angela sets a bowl of crème brûlée in front of Widowmaker.
Widowmaker looks at it. "You think providing a dish of my "people" will earn my liking?"
"I just wanted to give you something from home."
Widowmaker looks away. "My home? I have none."
Angela places a gentle hand on her right shoulder. "You'll always have a home with me, Amélie."
"That's only because I'd rather not try and leave again."
"A temporary precaution, I assure you."
"So you hope."
Angela squeezes a bit. "I do, and I believe you have made great progress."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you haven't attacked me in at least three hours."
"You call that progress?"
"Even small steps are progress."
"Why do you even care? I killed many of your friends in Overwatch. I even put a bullet through Ana's eye. Surely you have unsaid anger to deal out on me."
"You're right." Angela says in a more serious tone. "You've hurt and killed more people than you can probably redeem for in this lifetime. That doesn't mean that I'm stupid. I know that it wasn't you. Talon took you and made you do these things. They changed you, but there will always be the one known as Amélie somewhere in you. An original can never be completely destroyed."
Widowmaker is silent.
Angela smiles and squeezes her shoulder once more before letting go and leaving the room.
Widowmaker looks at the food after she's gone. She starts to eat, telling herself it is just to stay healthy, but deep down, she wanted to eat this food; this food specifically, given to her by someone who genuinely cares about her wellbeing.