Title: Against the rules

Chapter 01: Her again.

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Widowmaker's POV

I have a certain set of… rules.

Things to do, things not to do.

But somehow…

Someway…

My first rule was broken.

Not on purpose or out of spite.

It just happened.

I don't know how or when this happened.

But it felt so good.

Almost enough to say begone with all the other rules.

But was it for the good?

Or to further injure my broken, slow heart.

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Crunch.

I heard his face give way to my gloved hand as it collided with his face. Causing the man to instantly lose consciousness and drop to the floor, flat on his back.

It's semi amusing how neatly he fell, flat on his back like he wasn't assaulted forcefully that would cause him to shift to the side. He was just there, no resistance from his part to make a limb flail in the wrong direction.

I step past him, to the edge of the rooftop, looking out at the night of London. The thought of the man leaving my mind as fast as he came in. He wasn't relevant, not my mission.

Striding off to my left I prepare myself for the obvious encounter I will face to reach the perch I'll take to complete said mission. The sound of muffled steps cause me to walk faster. Dashing into the dark to not be seen by the guard.

A variety of methods to disable this man came to mind. I instantly scratch any idea of using my rifle to shoot at him, seen as though my rifle will be obnoxious and tell everyone of my presence.

I walk around the small building on top of the roof where a stairwell is, looking at the scene with a different perspective. Glancing at the chimney where my grappling hook will hold me while I take the shot, a plan comes to mind.

I carry on as normal, as if the man wasn't there. I launch my grappling hook at the chimney, successfully getting his attention away from the side of the rooftop where he would have seen me approaching if I planned on attacking him from the side.

With his attention towards the grapple and away from me I use the pull of the grapple to launch myself at him, his face turning in shock, noticing what caught on the wall.

I harshly connect my elbow to his jaw, getting the thrill of the fight run through my veins as I watch him crumble to the ground. His body starting to move to stand, still dazed from the attack, shocks me but it was no problem to smash the butt of my rifle on his head hard.

The large weapon doing most of the work of crushing his skull as he completely loses consciousness and topples to the ground. His body in more of a mess than my last victim but thoughts of him soon pass as I hone in on my target for tonight.

I set to work on the plan that took a week for me to formulate. Having such time to plan and work on a kill is luxury, usually they give me a couple of days at best of times but my last mission a week ago was close by so they suggested I stayed here for that time. Giving me the time to get the best kill of the month. Something I always aspire to win.

I wouldn't usually pay any attention to such petty games but it does bring a joy to killing that I haven't quite had in awhile. A challenge. Something to keep me interested.

Coiling some length of my grapple to my metal clad calf, I step off the edge of the building. The familiar tug of the strong but thin wire pulls my legs above my head in one swift move, allowing me to hang upside down.

My visor slides down and into place over my eyes as I level the sight of the sniper to my eye, aiming through a window at a machine I like to call Omnic Gandhi. A small whisper of a smile pulls my lips up at the funny nickname I came up with while I was watching my brief.

I have nothing against the machine. But orders are orders.

Several other sights come into view as my spider like eyes on my visor offer more vision. My finger smooths over the trigger, my breath slows to a constant. I have a lock on him.

A moment before my finger pushes down I hear a flurry of bullets hit the brick behind me. What went wrong? Where did I mistake something?

My visor pushes out of the way as I snap my head around to get a look at the attacker. My heart almost stops, the blood rushes to my chest as I see tight orange pants.

It's her. She's back again.

Before any bullets could land I quickly kick out from the wall letting my grapple reel out slightly as I fire off a few rounds at the speeding Brit. Trying not to directly hit her.

Something inside of me wants her alive and the beating of my heart tells me to spare her.

As I come rushing back to the widow, I kick my legs out, smashing through the involuntary block. When I touch the ground I release my grapple and beckon it back.

As it comes back to my wrist the quirky Brit lands outside the window with pistols in both hands as she says "trying to crash another party, Love?" Her accent causing a drop in my stomach and my heart rate to pick up a little.

Before I could think to far into what I am feeling, the brunette comes hurtling through the window in my general direction. I launch my leg up as my grapple glides up to the high ceiling. My metal boot crunches into her and forces her to the side at the start of the stairs.

I pull myself up the grapple, moving past sets of stairs seeing the familiar blue trail. If I let her go this fast she'll get up there before me. I spray my gun in front of her as she powers up the stairs, causing her to slow down to be more cautious.

I smile as my plan works and I have some control over the energetic time traveler. I reach the top in no time, swinging myself at the steel door which I suspect is the exit.

The fresh air that meets my lungs proves my theory is right as I have a couple of seconds before the brunette catches up. I jog in front to get some space before I see the familiar blue light.

I start to spray my gun in a way that would make my accuracy look horrifying if it was recorded but it gave the girl some time to duck into cover.

I hear her shouts but I can't make out exactly what she's saying from being so close to my gun while it is unloading a bunch of bullets. I slowly make my way to the edge as I empty the clip. I know she'll swing around when I've stopped shooting, thinking she'll get a chance of catching me while I'm reloading.

I'm empty. I turn and launch myself off the building, sending my grapple off like my spider web as I change clips in my gun, reloading the bullets.

The tug of my grapple brings me swinging back up into the air as I look at the now aware soldiers, I suspect all of the noise brought their attention but that doesn't matter. I can deal with simple men holding a pathetic excuse for a gun.

Un, deux. I land on the first man, causing him to crumble under my feet as I roll towards the next, swinging my feet across the floor as i trip the man to the ground, the brute force causing him to be out cold.

I start at a sprint as I dodge bullets and try to get to the closest shooter. I tap a couple of shots as I run to the next group, jumping from roof to roof.

I kick up high and manage to get a bit of air. Seeing me my next target and decide to follow the same tactic as earlier. His face was almost comical as my body launched at him. My feet land on his shoulders as I knock him to the ground.

Un. I see two more men in front and lift my rifle and aim directly at them, not seeing the point in keeping them safe from my wrath, not like I would Tracer.

Deux. One is down. The other is slumped against the wall trying to get back up. I sprint at him and kick him hard around the face. His head snapping to the side with a painful crunch that never fails to make my insides jump with joy.

Trois.

My visor clicks in place, the red screen highlighting outlines of people. A flash of gold shows where my target is. He's walking through the crowd. Not much time till he gets away.

The red screen pushes out of my sight as I glance back to check on the whereabouts of the orange clad Brit. She's getting close.

I set off again, allowing the energetic girl follow. I jump across the roofs like they're nothing but a broken path that I am determined to stay on.

I run down a pitched roof, hopping over a small gap and discreetly throwing my gas bomb to the chimney. And continue to run like it never happened.

In the matter of seconds I could hear the release and the hacking of the small woman.

I turn to see her drop to the ground and get dragged by her momentum. My stomach drops to see her like this. In pain. But I know it'll keep her out of my way for the next part of my mission.

But I couldn't just leave. My heart and body telling me to speak to her, to check if she's okay. I know I'm being watched to record my kill so I try to make it look as impersonal as possible.

I plant my foot on her shoulder, lowering my gun barrel to her head. Her coughs rattle through my foot as it takes charge of her body, rendering her useless.

"Such a sweet, foolish girl." I say to her. Making sure she knows her mistake for following me but also making sure that her presence isn't just unwanted. I wish the circumstances were different so I wouldn't have to speak to her like this.

Putain, these emotions are getting the better of me. What am I thinking? I can't be anything but this girls rival.

Before I could continue my internal rant, a bright blue light emits from her chest piece, moving around her body to clearly outline it as she gets pulled from under me, causing me to go a little unbalanced.

Her body looks like it is going back in time as it moves backwards from her previous actions to before the gas. Her body comically looking like it was being rewinded.

A sharp blue trail comes from above the gas cloud as she has move above it using her ability. A feeling of relief comes over me as I know that the gases affect is no longer taken upon her but a harder emotion comes back.

Fear. What if she gets hurt because of her actions. What if the gas being in her lungs would have made her not get hurt by my next actions?

I couldn't think too long as she cockily remarks from my earlier statement "what's that?" Her voice causing a rush in my stomach that causes me to hesitate before my next move.

Bad idea. She takes a shot at me that would have landed if I didn't bend out of the way, the stray bullet landing on a pipe and causing steam to erupt around me.

My vision is instantly limited causing me to look around wildly my rifle turning into its sniper mode as time is running out. I need to deal with my mission.

I hear a wiz of air and spin around to see something arc towards me like a boomerang. Not taking any chances I shoot at it. My quick reflexes coming in handy as it explodes causing Tracer to fall off the edge of the building.

I launch myself off after her and take aim, my scope locking onto its target and unfortunately, that was right at the Brits chest.

I bite my lip in anticipation as my finger grazes the trigger. I hope she could do whatever she did earlier to get out of this mess.

My finger tightens on the trigger, sending a high speed bullet as my grapple lands somewhere to help my fall so it doesn't hurt so much. Before my grapple tightens I see Tracer disappear into a whisp of blue light my heart stopping as I wonder what happened.

I land on a roof as I know my bullet has hit it's ultimate target. Omnic Gandhi. But a moment later the brunette lands a couple of meters away from me. My heart kicking me in my chest as I see she's okay.

She rubs her gadget and mutters a small "whoa." As she didn't expect what happened to happen. Her eyes move back up to meet mine. Her eyes coming back to focus of whats happening.

I pull my rifle onto my shoulder and quirk my brow at her. "Looks like the party is over." I say watching her face turn in realisation.

The flying jacket clad girl runs to the edge to the building, heartbreak written all over her face that makes my chest churn. Making me wonder why I do this if it hurts Tracer. But before I could answer I hear Tracers distraught British voice.

"No, no, no. No, no, no, no." Her head snapping to me a new determination in her eyes as the machine in her chest hums louder.

In the next moment she threw herself at me using her ability, due to the shock I let my rifle slip out of my hand and we tumble across a couple of roofs. My grapple going out instinctively to ensure my safety.

When we come to a stop, Tracer was straddling me, her eyes full of hate, confusion and so many emotions. My head was hanging over the edge of the ledge as she looks down at me before it becomes too much for her.

"Why?!" She yells, her face contouring in emotional struggle. Pain very evident in her eyes her face showing that her world looks crushed.

"Why would you do this?" She asks, her voice thick with emotion, breaking slightly due to the slight wetness in her eyes.

My chest tightens in pain. I never wanted to hurt her like this. I start to laugh. I know talon is watching this. They would want me to not become a sap in the middle of a mission.

I dont want to hurt her. But it's my job.

The woosh of air catches our attention behind Tracer, causing her to sit up and look back slightly. A talon airship. Here to pick me up. My cover was blown I can't stay here for a little longer like I would usually.

Not wanting talon to get her but also not wanting to leave I grab her collar and pull her back down to me. Her face in complete shock as she looks at me as my cold fingers brush against her warm neck.

I didn't know what to say. How to speak to her after wrecking her life and all I could whisper was. "Au revoir, chérie." Before pulling us both over the edge.

I need to disable her. Make sure she doesn't follow so she doesn't get hurt.

I swing and plant my legs to her stomach as she crashes against the brick wall. And I let her go, my grapple pulling me up the wall till I was on top and my grapple coming back to me.

I look down to see her laying on the floor. Helpless. The urge to go help her was unbearable but I had to make sure she was safe. At least I know she's alive.

I move towards the ship, it's cargo opening open to allow me to enter. As I walk, I pick up my gun and step into the ship.

I look at the edge. Praying, begging that she won't come up.

And she doesn't.

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Rule number 1: don't let emotions in during a mission.

Was is a good thing I felt so much?

Or is it just to injure my broken heart even more?