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"Gabriel?!" Tracer yelped, pulling up her goggles, staring at Gabriel/Reaper in disbelief. Reaper frowned for a second, as if he recognized that name, and shook his head.
"Who the hell is Gabriel?" he growled, putting on his mask, cracking his neck as he prepared for his next attack.
"I heard he perished," Reinhardt whispered, activating his shield and gripping his hammer. "Seems news of his death have been exaggerated."
Tracer's mind worked in overtime. Thing about temporal manipulation meant that Tracer could process more information faster than regular people. "Gabriel's whole dematerializing deal must be how he survived the explosion," Tracer reasoned. "He's a lot tougher now. Don't hold back, Rein."
It also explained how he was able to predict her movement, they were teammates for years. They fought together, it was perfectly naturally that he would be able to see through her movements. But that also meant she could see through his. His fighting style never changed, although he could now do the whole shadowy business now, his base movements are the same.
"I'll fly, love," she told Reinhardt.
"And I shall be bait!" he answered.
"I don't think so."
Reaper materialized between the two, faster than Tracer expected. She lunged at him but he pointed his shotgun at her.
Shit!
She was too slow again. The shotgun fired and time slowed down but it wasn't enough. Tracer turned slowly and the pellets impacted her chest. Time sped up and she slammed through a tiny shop. Pain exploded in her chest, Tracer fought the urge to cry but tears welled up as the pain was unbearable.
Tracer inspected her chest, expecting to find a hole there but she looked fine. Well, minus the blood. The injury looked worse than it actually was, but seeing her blood like that freaked Tracer out. Her chronal accelerator took the brunt of the damage, plus she luckily guarded herself with her reinforced gauntlets.
Still, it was only luck she wasn't dead now. No, it was also Reinhardt. Tracer saw it, Reaper's aim was a little off because Reinhardt was in the middle of an attack. Reinhardt was fast, but she knew Reaper would be faster.
Reaper dodged the first hammer strike with ease and fired. Reinhardt's shield materialized and absorbed the blast. Growling, Reaper unloaded more shots into his shield but Reinhardt held strong. His guns clicked empty and Reinhardt took his chance, he swung again, the strike was aimed right at his head… and went through!
Reaper dematerialized as the hammer was about to impact him, charged, rematerialized and punched Reinhardt in the chest. Reinhardt's armor weighed about a friggin' ton, but he went flying across the street as if he weighed nothing. What the hell happened to Gabriel?!
Tracer stood, ready to help but the pain was too much. Blood covered her hands, "Damn it," she grumbled, feeling weak. Could she recall? No, too much time had passed plus there would be no changing this outcome.
"Hahaha!" Reaper cackled, "Come on old man, I thought you were supposed to be tough!"
Reinhardt groggily sat up as Reaper neared. "I'll show you old man!" His fist lashed out with surprising speed but again Reaper dematerialized right before he got hit, he side-stepped and grabbed Reinhardt's arm and twisted. Hard.
His armor cracked and Reinhardt roared in pain as his wrist broke. "Too weak," Reaper said, disappointed. "You'll die first."
"Try it then!"
Reaper, still holding onto Reinhardt's arm, pointed his gun at him. Reinhardt sprung. He jumped up as Reaper shot so the blast glanced off his shield and with his free hand grabbed Reaper by the head and slammed him into the ground. Bones crunched under the impact but Reinhardt wasn't done. Winding up, Reinhardt picked up Reaper and threw him twenty feet in the air and straight into some flats.
Reinhardt was breathing heavily at this point. He was foolish for letting Reaper get in so close, a mistake he wouldn't make again. He prepared for round two as he saw Reaper get up from his heap… perfectly fine!
Darkness surrounded Reaper, Reinhardt recognized this technique, he was teleporting. He planned out his next move, no doubt Reaper would teleport behind Reinhardt, a quick hammerstrike will put him down and the fight will be won!
Reaper teleported… But no where near Reinhardt. Tracer yelped and he turned to see Reaper taking her hostage, pointing a shotgun to her head and another at her chronal accelerator.
"No! LENA!" Reinhardt roared, his boosters activating as he prepared to charge.
"Say goodbye, Tracer," Reaper chuckled.
Tracer closed her eyes, waiting for oblivion. The crack of thunder exploded in her ear and she winced… but the pain didn't come. Reaper was jerked backwards, as if someone pulled him back, hard.
Tracer opened her eyes and immediately spotted the culprit. A glint in the darkness. Sniper! Her mind went into panic, to the extent she didn't notice Reinhardt still charging toward her. She gasped, her brain still frazzled and too slow to blink away. Thick wire wrapped around her waist and jerked her away. Tracer found herself in the air, ten… twenty feet off the ground!
She was swinging haphazardly toward a building and again was too panicked to think of blinking away. Someone crashed into her, wrapping themselves around Tracer and pulling her toward the window. They crashed through, rolling awkwardly into the room.
Tracer's body ached, her brain felt fried and she laid on the uncomfortable floor wanting to sleep forever but she stood up and shook the disorientation from her mind. Her rescuer was already standing, staring out the window, as if looking for someone, Reaper maybe?
Lena stood, groaning and approached her hero, ready to thank them when she turned and Tracer gasped. Amélie Lacroix stood before her, no not Amélie, it was Widowmaker!
Tracer's instinct came over her. She charged Widowmaker. Widow turned around, calmly, and put up her visor. "Okay, they have not noticed us, if we are quick we will be able to make a hasty escape-!"
Thankfully, Tracer was already injured and exhausted from her fight with Reaper otherwise the two would've went tumbling out of the window. She side-stepped as Tracer tried to tackle her. The girl was far too weak to put up a fight, so Widow was gentle, a little.
She placed her foot behind Tracer's and shoved her hard. Tracer fell back and landed on the bed behind her. Widow quickly straddled Tracer's waist, pinned her hands down with one hand and with the other covered her mouth.
"No, shh," Widow hissed. "Be quiet, you know how good Reaper's hearing is, he will spot us if you are loud, cherie, so keep quiet."
Tracer nodded and with a sadistic smile Widow moved her hand from Tracer's mouth (but still kept her hands pinned down, you know, for her safety).
"What're you doing here?" Tracer whispered angrily, trying to push off Widow but unable to. "Why did you save me you rat!"
"Kind words for someone who saved you," Widow purred, casually putting more pressure on Tracer's hand making her wince a bit. "But that isn't important. What's important is you are alive, alright?"
Tracer reluctantly nodded and with a smile, Widow got off and helped her up. Tracer winced as pain lanced up her side and Widow frowned. "You didn't dodge well, foolish girl…"
"Oh shut it."
"Lift up your shirt."
"Wha- you mad? I ain't doing that you looney- Oi!"
Widow lifted up Tracer's shirt partially and grimaced at the injury. It would be something she survived but those bruises worried her, perhaps there were broken ribs? Either way, it would inhibit her fighting ability.
She frowned as she pulled out a med-kit and began bandaging up Tracer. Tracer winced from the pain but to her credit kept still. Widow frowned as she began to stop the bleeding and disinfect the wound, she was more injured than she let on. The idea of Tracer being hurt like this… bothered Widow, but she didn't know why.
This was hardly the time to wonder, she continued bandaging her up, listening as Tracer whimpered from the pain but kept herself from crying out. She finished after a few minutes and backed up from Tracer as she put her shirt back down and mumbled a thanks.
For a few moments they stared at each other awkwardly, until the Londoner spoke up. "Why'd you save me?"
Widow wondered the same thing. It wasn't something she really thought about, it was just a gut reflex. It bothered her immensely seeing Reaper so close to killing Tracer, but again the why escaped her. Widow wasn't able to rationalize it, to reason it, to explain it logically. But she knew Tracer wouldn't let up if she didn't respond.
"You are my prey," Widow responded, trying to make her voice sound as cold as possible. "Not his. I will be the one to kill you when I deem it so."
The intended effect of that sentence failed. Tracer stared at her for a few seconds before a wide grin appeared on her face. "Ehh, you're lying aren't ya~"
Widow glared frostily at Tracer but again it failed to intimidate. "Of course not, I will kill you-"
"You like me~"
"I do not."
"It's why you patched me up innit?"
"Imbécile, you are useless if you're hurt!"
"Admit it, you like me~" Tracer nudged Widow's rib. "Come on Amélie-"
Widow pinned Tracer up against the wall faster than thought. Her gun changed into the automatic rifle and pressed up against Tracer's chin, her hands pinning Tracer's against the wall. With the scariest glare Widow could muster, she all but snarled, "Do not call me that. Amélie is dead, only I remain. Understood?"
Tracer couldn't breathe and it wasn't just because of her rifle.
"Is that understood?"
Tracer meekly nodded. Widow backed off, avoiding eye contact with Tracer, almost as if she were ashamed of that outburst but said nothing. She went over to the window again, putting down her visor and scanning the area.
"We must go, Reinhardt is holding off Reaper but he will not last. We need to get you out of the city."
"What?" Tracer shook her head. "You must be mad if you think I'm abandoning him, Rein saved me."
Widow pulled up her visor and rolled her eyes. "And that act will be useless if you go back in and save him."
"I'm not leaving him."
"I do not recall giving you a choice."
"What're you gonna do, kill me?"
Widow considered that option. To the point where Tracer started to get uncomfortable. "No, not yet," she finally decided, sighing as if that decision bothered her. "Fine, we will help your friend, but I cannot."
"What'd you mean?"
Widow muttered something in French, Tracer got the feeling it wasn't anything nice toward cute Londoners. "Because Reaper and I are part of Talon, cherie, if Talon or Reaper discovers I am assisting you, we will both be killed."
"Why are you helping me anywa-"
"No." Widow said, sighing as she thinks of a plan. "Alright, here's what we'll do-"
An explosion erupted on the bottom floors along with gunfire and Reinhardt laughing crazily. Widow cursed, activated her visor and looked at the floor. Grimacing, she approached Tracer and deactivated her visor. "Hit me."
"What?"
"Hit me, didn't you hear me?"
"Of course, just making sure you haven't gone mental that's all."
Widow sighed explosively. "Again, I must conceal the fact that I am assisting you. So, Reaper needs to think we're fighting me, idiot, so hit m-"
Tracer clocked Widow so hard she exploded through the door and into the hallway, crashing through to another room and crumbling against the wall. Reaper and Reinhardt stopped fighting as Widow crashed through in the room and they both stared at her curiously.
"Ooh, did that hurt love?" Tracer mocked, a perfect shit-eating smile on her face.
"Amélie?!" Reinhardt shouted, pinning Reaper down with his hammer. "Lovely to see you again! You're looking… blue."
"I am surrounded by fools," Widow muttered in French. "Reaper, we must disengage!"
Reaper pushed back Reinhardt's hammer so hard, the force smashed into his helmet and he staggered back. Reaper got up and reset his dislocated shoulder like it was nothing and pulled two more shotguns from his robes. "Negative."
Widow scowled. "Reinhardt was not anticipated, we must disengage and regroup!"
"Not a chance!" Reaper growled aiming his shotgun at Tracer. Tracer tensed, she could see that Widow was debating on her next move. What could she do? Assist Reaper in killing Tracer or assist Tracer?
That's when Tracer did something even she didn't anticipate. She bull-shitted.
"Oi! Gabe!" Tracer called defiantly, despite the fact that a weapon was already trained on her. The act was so strange that even Reaper paused, waiting to see what she had up her sleeves. "Come on, mate, you don't wanna do this! I know you're Mr. Edgelord now, but we can work this out!"
Tracer didn't bank on this idea working but Reaper stopped in his tracks. He took a step back, glowering at Tracer but she bet he wasn't frowning under that expression. He looked… confused. He dropped one of his shotguns and grabbed his head, muttering under his breath. Even Widow seemed surprised by this behavior.
Images flashed in Reaper's mind. Memories of an old base in Switzerland. A woman… Angela? No, her name was Lena Oxton. She grinned at him. She didn't have a chronal accelerator. She wore a blue and gold uniform. An insignia for the Slipstream Squadron was on her shoulder.
"Oi, Gabe!" she said, a smile brighter than the sun on her face. "What're you standing 'round for?"
Reaper shook his head violently. Voices and images bursting into his mind like a broken dam.
"Gabriel, we have a mission to accomplish," Ana Amari scolded him with a slight smirk. "Stop flirting, let's go."
No. No. No.
"Do not reopen your stitches, Gabe," Angela said, frowning as she dressed his wound. "It will be messy."
NO. NO. NO.
"Take point, Reyes," Jack Morrison told him. "I've got your back."
The voices wouldn't stop. They flooded his mind. All of them talking to him. All of them screaming.
He needed to shut out the voices. They were so loud!
Darkness surrounded Reaper as he clutched his head, laughing maniacally. "HahahaHAHAHA! DIE! DIE! DIE!"
He moved too fast for even Tracer to track. He spun wildly, waving his shotguns haphazardly and shooting faster than conceivable, covering every square inch with bullets. Time slowed down for Tracer.
Reaper wasn't aiming, he would destroy everything around him until he settled. He wouldn't even care if he killed Widow. Tracer couldn't let that happen.
Tracer moved the fastest she could. She moved toward Widow, the floorboards she was previously standing on exploded from her momentum. Tracer wrapped her arms around Widow's waist and very gingerly she ran outside the flat and deposited Widow by the front door.
Her legs felt like jelly, her insides felt as if someone had filled her stomach with lava. Tracer ran back inside the flat and ran toward Reinhardt. It would be impossible for Tracer to be able to lift Reinhardt but she had to try.
Tracer grabbed Reinhardt's leg and pulled as hard as she could. To her surprise, she was able to pull Reinhardt pretty damn fast. Tracer dragged Reinhardt away from the building as quickly as she could be even still that wasn't fast enough.
She wasn't paying attention to Reaper's volley. A stray shot caught her in the leg and Tracer went tumbling over Reinhardt and crashed against a car, passed out. Time sped up and the complex was completely destroyed by Reaper but Widow, Reinhardt and Tracer were able to escape.
Reinhardt sat up weakly, wondering how the hell he got out here and why his armor's right leg joint was completely shattered. Ten feet away Tracer lay, unconscious, with Widowmaker above her. As best he could, Reinhardt sat up and wielded his hammer.
"Amélie," he said, approaching the sniper cautiously. "While I am glad to see you, if you intend to harm Lena, I will put you down."
"Not now," Widow answered grimly, taking Tracer's pulse. "We need to take her to a safe place, she is hurt."