Title: Against the rules

Chapter 32: Get in position

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Widowmaker's POV

I could feel the pain in my chest intensify as I walked towards Lena's apartment. I needed to get my suit before I head into HQ.

But should I enter after what happened last night? After some thorough analysis I know what I said was wrong, even if I didn't look so deep into it, I knew I was in the wrong.

She didn't deserve anything I said last night. There's no excuse for why I said such cruel things. If I really did want to get married to that woman I shouldn't treat her with such a lack of respect.

Getting married to someone means you're their equal, it doesn't mean you have to throw a tantrum if you don't get your own way.

I can see the balcony from where I'm standing and know if I go in there and see Lena I won't be able to control my emotions very well.

I hesitantly pull out an injectable liquid from my jacket. It's an emotion compressor. Should I take it to avoid conflict with Lena? It won't last very long. Or am I doing this for my own selfish needs? So I won't hurt so much when I see her?

I know the side affects of this particular one. It doesn't last long but it makes me extremely honest and possibly tired if I take too much. I'll make sure to take enough but not too much.

I pull open the syringe cap and look at my exposed inner elbow. Without hesitating this time, I ease the syringe inside of my artery, emptying all that I needed into my blood flow.

I pull out once I start to feel the affects, I slip the cap back on and put it back into my pocket, it still having some content inside of its capsule.

My eyes shift over the surroundings, observing for any liabilities like a true hunter would. I move towards the edge and kick off it, landing past the railing to stop the noise of my boots clanging with the metal.

This was a mission, I need my suit.

I push the door open, stepping into the apartment quietly. I activate my visor so I can see through the darkness the apartment held.

Moving towards the bedroom where my suit was last placed, I crouch down slightly to reduce noise coming off my being. I can't be caught.

I notice the door is open by a crack, revealing more darkness. My visor detects life and shows me a golden image of a woman laid in bed cradling herself in her sleep.

I push open the door and walk inside, making my way to the closet where my stuff is being kept.

I look through the items but sigh heavily, this visor wasn't made to go clothes shopping at all was it?

I deactivate it and luckily I can see some colour with the limited light I have. I now work my way through the clothes, looking out for my skin tight bodysuit.

As soon as I feel the smooth but durable exterior of my suit I hear some shuffling in the other room.

"Amélie..?" I hear a familiar voice wonder, I turn my head to see the figure in the doorway but somehow I don't feel any emotional recollection with said shape.

I turn back to my suit and take it off the hanger. I look over it to check for any tarnishes from any bushes and see it absolutely fine.

"What are you doing?" Lena asks, her voice coming closer than before.

"Getting my suit before I have to go in for work." I reply, almost musing at how mundane that sounds. Almost.

"What's wrong with you? You seem… odd." Lena says, her voice showing concern besides the fact that I hurt her last night.

"I took an emotion compressor. Any other spontaneous questions you want to ask while I'm here? Like why I'm so heartless? Well, that could be the same answer granted you're talking about right now. But if it was for last night then I can't answer right now. My brain doesn't recollect the feelings." I say basically, folding up the material for easier carrying.

"Why did you do that?" She asks, more shocked than angry. I turned to look at her, my eyes blank and my face expressionless.

"It's simple isn't it? I'm just too selfish to deal with the pain seeing you would bring so I stopped that. Is that a problem for you?" I ask with genuine curiosity.

"We need to talk about last night." She replies, completely ignoring my previous question.

"Can't do that right now. Amélie isn't emotionally checked in. But talk to me later." I say in a similar tone to a service machine before I start walking out of the closet, past Lena.

I feel a hand clamp to my arm and I grab it, pushing the person attached into the door frame of the closet.

"What more do you want from me?" I sneer. Frankly, I've had enough of this woman pestering me while I'm trying to do something. I've told her to speak to me later yet she still persists to come after me.

"You can't just come and leave like that, not after last night." Lena says back, her head held high as she tries to speak to me.

"What do you want me to say? I can't feel anything right now so you might as well wait until later to have this conversation." I sigh out. She's starting to get on my nerves.

Lena sighs herself, looking around the room so she doesn't have to look at me. Emotions are overrated.

"Alright. Just make sure you come and speak to me and not chicken out." she says in a defeated tone, her eyes finally coming up to my face.

I nod firmly, I don't really have a choice to not see her.

Lena gets up on the tips of her toes and grabs my face in her hands, lowering it so she can place a soft kiss on my cheek. She let's me go soon after and nods to let me know I can leave.

I nod to her one last time before starting to walk again, only to have Lena's hand clap down on my ass softly.

"You better see me later, we need to speak about it. I know you can't help this right now so I'm not mad now but I need a serious conversation about us later. I won't be as nice either." she finishes as she makes her way back to the bed.

"I'll make sure to pass the message on." I say as I start to move again, waving slightly to her as I leave.

That was not as bad as I'd thought it'd be.

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Lena's POV

I walk into the hangar where the ship is which will take us to the bunker. We will get ready here and Sombra, Amélie and Ewa will go on a separate aircraft to stop suspicion.

I look around and see that I'm the last one here. I scoff on the inside, I'm not really a morning person.

My eyes look for the familiar tall, blue woman and see that very person striding towards me wearing her full battle suit.

My heart stops temporarily and my chest twists in pain. No, it's okay, she didn't mean what she said last night, it was just out of an argument. She couldn't have meant it.

She loves me… doesn't she?

She stops in front of me, her gloved hand came up and held my chin. Her revealed finger cooling part of my jaw softly.

"Je suis désolé, Chérie." she whispers softly as she looks down at me. Her eyes were filled with sorrow and melancholy that no one else must have seen.

I grip her wrist softly. "Let's go somewhere a little more private."

To this Amélie nods, dropping her hand and eyes to the ground. God I want to comfort her so bad. But we need to talk about this.

Against my better judgement, one of my gloved hands lace with her own, she looks at our fingers for a moment before looking up at me, her eyes filled with confusion.

I look away and pull her off into a separate room.

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I pull out a chair and point to it for Amélie to sit down. She does so, her elbows finding their way to her knees and her hands coming together, holding themselves.

I lean against a desk, my arms crossed. From this angle I'm currently higher than Amélie bit I couldn't see her face due to it preferring the look of the floor.

"I didn't mean any of it." I hear her mumble weakly like a child that was getting scolded.

My chest crumbles slightly, she's so upset about what happened last night. I just want to forget about it and just carry on but I know if we don't work through this then these feelings will haunt our relationship and make us unhappy.

"I know Amélie. But what you said hurt me last night." I say, trying to resist the sound of my internal cry.

I see Amélie nod softly before continuing.

"I know. I just got angry, I don't know why I acted so… strange." Amélie says again but her voice was thick with emotion. Was she crying?

"Oh baby." I say sympathetically, getting down on my knees in front of her so I can look at her face.

She must have been too embarrassed because she hid her head in my shoulder, shying away from me seeing her so emotionally raw.

My hands come up to her hair, rubbing her scalp softly.

"I love you." I whisper cradling her head as I press my own into hers. "I love you so much Amélie."

I feel her hands come to my waist as she pulls me closer to her. I manage to stand up so she isn't leaning so much and I move closer and straddle her lap so she can keep her head in my shoulder.

Her arms wrap around my waist tightly so I won't move away.

"I love you too."

But even though I heard those words, I still had doubts.

Did she think I have a problem?

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I clutched Amélie's hand tightly, her airship was getting ready to leave.

I didn't want her to go yet. But… some part of me was happy for her to leave… not to be spiteful but… to stop the pains in my chest when I see her.

Maybe I'm the bad person in this relationship to think such a thing.

Or maybe we just need to talk more about it. But what more can we talk about? What should we talk about?

I feel like I don't know her anymore, I've never seen this side to her before. I hope I never will again but this kind of aggression doesn't stay under wraps forever. It could pop back out any minute if she's unhappy with something.

I don't want to see it again, but what if I do? It won't be her fault, her guilt today shows that. She doesn't like this side of her. But her anger is more of an instinct for her, she can't contain it when she loses her temper.

I feel a tug and look to my side to see Amélie looking sadly towards me. Her head moves towards me and presses it into my own.

Oh to hell with it.

I throw my arms around her neck and pull her in close, pressing my lips to her own.

My lips take her top one, sucking it softly as I hold her close. She reciprocates the gesture, her hands finding their way to my waist.

I don't want to give up on this. No matter what happens, I'm staying with Amélie. We can work through this.

I desperately pull us closer, pressing my face deeper into the kiss. Oh I love her. I love her so much.

No words could describe the alive burn in my chest. The burn that gave this relationship a meaning, that made all the pain worthwhile.

I hear a throat clear to the side of us and reluctantly pull away a centimeter. I glance at the sympathetic face of Ewa and understand.

She needs to leave.

My hands find her head and I pull her in again, turning my head to the side to snugly fit our lips together.

Just one more kiss.

Maybe another.

And another.

And another.

Amélie's lips part to let out a small laugh.

"Oh Chérie. It will be fine. You can get all the kisses you want tonight. I promise you." she says, our foreheads touching from the lack of lip contact.

My fingers slide along her cool neck. All the kisses I want… I can live with that.

I smile slightly, she's an amazing girlfriend.

I press my lips to hers softly for a brief moment. This is the last one. My goodbye.

Amélie smiles and parts from me slowly, our fingers lingering together until she was too far away for us to reach.

She looks to the ground for a moment, thinking something over before lifting her head and speaking.

"Je reviendrair pour tu. Tu es l'amour de ma vie, et, Je ne peux pas vivre sans toi." her French accent making my mouth salivate slightly.

I smile, "What does that mean?" I ask, tilting my head slightly like a curious puppy.

"Ask me when we next see each other." she replies with a smirk on her face, she then turns on the ball of her foot and walks into the ship.

I swear she put more sway in her hips this time.

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I sit up against the trunk of the tree. Hana is sat next to me playing with her hand held device.

Our signal is when we hear Fareeha starting to create havoc. Pretty simple.

It's a solid plan.

But…

For some reason…

It feels…

...Wrong...