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Asking this is dangerous. Not dangerous in the same way that going gun-for-gun with this woman is but somehow even more so. This is putting more than just her life on the line. But there’s something here that is getting through and she can’t help but chase it.

Lena isn’t smooth like the other woman, doesn’t know how to seduce or be mysterious. “I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t,” is all she can think to say, hoping her desire for it doesn’t make her look weak.

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-bangs fist on table- ALRIGHT I NEED SOME INTERACTION WHO WANTS A STARTER

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As nice as it is to have the other woman stand (or hang) still for once, looking down at her gets uncomfortable after a while, so Widowmaker lowers herself a little, just enough so she is almost on the same eye level as Tracer.

“My dear”, she says, too sweet for someone whose job it is to shoot people. “I don’t care whether it works or not and the people buying it don’t have to know. Besides, it is awfully easy to send a little piece of your DNA with it so they can have some fun testing around.” Cocking her head, the corner of her lips turns into the tiniest smirk. “Your tongue maybe, so I can finally have peace of your…banter.”

In truth, she of course doesn’t have a say in what does or does not happen to her, but Tracer has been hindering her work for months now. It can’t hurt to scare her a little (and, knowing who she works for, she’s not too far off the truth). She just has to call it in and yet…

It crosses her mind that it would be easier to just shoot her in the head, get the whole thing over it, instead of talking until Tracer’s Overwatch friends arrive. Instead she gives her a smile. “Or do you have a better suggestion?”

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“…well, I have a feeling you’re not going to do any of that.” Lena’s voice is as confident as she can make it while blood continues to rush to her head, her feet and the bottom of her legs already starting to tingle without proper bloodflow. Hopefully she’s onto something. Hopefully she can crack through whatever this is about, because she is really, really not fond of this situation.

Bondage had never really been her thing.

“Because, love, all the times we’ve met, you’ve always got quite the game-face on. Always have a mission. So, you sitting here chatting me up like its tea time seems to suggest you’re not here on any mission but your own.”

Lena’s eyes flit up to meet the Widowmaker’s, focusing in on the golden irises. There really isn’t any mistaking them. Not when she’s gone through the photos, gone through the files, checking and rechecking to ensure that the two women matched. One soft and open, one cruel and calculated. There didn’t seem to be much that they shared except the exterior appearance, but those golden eyes were unmistakably the same. “So, Amélie, why don’t you tell me what that mission happens to be?”

#widowsmade

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“I have an image to live up to, chérie.” Widowmaker’s voice sounds amused and content, bordering on smugness as she drags her eyes over her prisoner (or prey, to keep with the spider theme). “I would hate to disappoint anyone that has certain, ah…idées.”

Shouldering her weapon, she comes to a halt after circling Tracer. “Now, what am I going to do with you, ma chér?” Her face turns into an image of fake concentration. “I am sure there are a lot of people who would pay quite a bit for an active Overwatch agent, don’t you agree? Especially one with as big of a name as yours.”

Slowly, she lowers her gun until it carefully touches the piece of technology on Tracer’s chest. “Not to mention the price I could get for this here.”

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“Oh, but that sounds so boring. How are you and I supposed to have our fun if you go off and send me to some bad guys? Think about all the sarcastic banter we’d be giving up.” Even as she continues to deal out quips, she’s goddamn cursing herself internally. At this point, even when the accelerator turns itself back on, she’ll have spent too much time up in this stupid trap to rewind herself out of it.

As much as she doesn’t care to admit it, she’s really fucking screwed here.

“Don’t know how much a hunk of metal will go for on the market, love,” she counters, trying to glare up at the spidery woman through her goggles. It’s hard to try and remain intimidating when her eye-level is at the Widowmaker’s stomach, though. “You really think that we hadn’t considered the dangers of this tech getting in other’s hands? It’s inherently tied to my DNA and won’t work without me.”

#widowsmade

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The cup is warm in her hands and it’s something so, so simple that has her feeling really alive.

Not the particularly happy or good kind of “alive” though. No, it’s the kind of feeling that makes her knuckles go nearly white around the ceramic, clasping onto it as if it is the last anchor from diving head first into an existential crisis. It just might be. The panic of having her molecules scattered across time had ended, and yet, the experience is not something she is over.

So Lena sits in the Overwatch break room, barely able to eat the simple plate of meatballs and vegetables in front of her. The doctors keep telling her that it’ll get better. She’ll get her appetite back. She’ll be able to sleep again. She’ll get her endurance back.

She’ll smile real wide when they say that. Pretend like she can handle all of this. Heroes are supposed to take whatever is thrown at them, after all. The worst is behind her. Fitted with the low humming, blue chronal stabilizer, there’s even talk of her going to be able to control her own travel through time.

Right now, she wishes she could just get control of her emotions and stop feeling three steps from crying at any moment.

#chargcd #[...sORRY HOW SAD IT IS #SHE'LL BE PEPPY W/ TIME I PROMISE OMG.]

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“You know Mei, you’re absolutely right! I cannot believe I have forgotten my manners.”

Lena’s lips purse forward a bit as her gaze flickers between the potential treat and its owner. If she wanted to, her abilities could easily grant her the chance to steal it right from Mei's hand, but Lena knows that is crossing into the sort of antagonism reserved for her enemies.

“Pretty please? With sugar and honey and a biscuit on top?”

#climxtologist #[Hi hun! I read your rules and based off them I think this is okay ;u;#I'm sorry if not!]

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Angela is in an awfully good mood—though her face is fairly neutral and very concentrated as she makes adjustments to her schematics for an upgrade to her Caduceus Staff, it’s been months since she’s been able to pour this much focus into something without tension weighing on her shoulders. It’s been months since she’s been able to put this much focus into something that she could actually make progress on.

She’s engrossed enough in her work that she doesn’t notice she’s being approached until she hears a bright, familiar voice and a soft blue glow is emanating from somewhere directly in front of her, and she looks up to see the woman at the heart of her pleasant mood.

“Lena, how lovely to see you!” Angela’s accented voice is a mixture of warmth and surprise as she leans back in her seat to take in her unexpected visitor, and the apparent gift she’s brought with her. “I’m surprised to see you so soon after your condition was cleared up; I’d have thought you would hate stepping foot in a medical facility again before you had to. I trust they let you in without too much trouble?”

There’s an amused shine in her eyes that shows she already knows quite well that Lena most likely let herself in with little regard for anyone who would keep her out. Not that Angela saw the harm in it, just this once.

Mouth falling open slightly in surprise, Angela can’t help a mild look of delight as Lena explains the container of scones. “You baked these just for me? You shouldn’t have.” But her eyes are warm and grateful as she beams at her former patient. “No, no dietary issues, don’t worry, this is wonderful, Lena. Is this a thank you for looking after Alice? I’m sure she’s very glad to have you back.”

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“Nope, no trouble for me at all!” While the smile on her lips remains completely innocent, the meaning behind the carefully worded response is clear in the playful glint in her eyes. “And well, they have me mostly in the gym lately. Apparently, being scattered across time and space means a lot of muscle loss, so they’ve got me on a pretty serious diet and workout routine. I’ve been needing the change in scenery.” She’s particularly glad that Angela does seem to be enthused about her visit and willing to make conversation—it means Lena doesn’t have to feel like she’s intruding as she pulls up a stool to take a seat at the doctor’s work station.

“Well, yes, of course. Partially. Because I really do appreciate that and she’s doing very well and yeah. Almost every second I’m at home has just been a cuddle fest but I think she misses you.” Her words go by fast, the admiration for her little pet clear. She’d been so grateful for the cat’s affection after coming home, especially…especially considering how she hadn’t been able to return to her father’s embrace after this whole mess. Only visit his tombstone and think about what she would have said at a funeral she’d been unable to attend.

But damn, Lena! Snap out of it. This was no time for sulking.

“You also took care of me in a lot of ways,” Lena goes on to explain, smile softening. Her heart clenches as she looks over at the other women, being sure to meet her eyes. “I know the whole process was extremely frustrating to you, it was for everybody…but everybody was so focused on finding a cure that I think some forgot about the person I was. I became a problem to solve. But…you never treated me that way. I owe a lot of my remaining sanity to you, Angela.”

She chuckles, a low and nervous sound. While not one to shy away from deep emotions, it is still strange to be that emotionally honest with someone. Especially considering the…nature of her developing feelings for the doctor. A small blush colors her cheeks as she suddenly becomes very interested in observing the space where the doctor’s staff lays instead.

“Anyways. I know scones aren’t quite enough to repay for all of that, but I figure it’s a good enough start. Especially because everybody who has ever tried them absolutely raves about them.”

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This had never been a part of her training, and honestly, she can only feel like that had been a massive oversight now.

Now, with the blood rushing to her head and her feet slowly going numb. Now, with her ankles tied together and her pistols taken away as she hangs upside down. Now, with her coronal accelerator on shut down once fucking again (she’d really have to talk to Winston about some upgrades) and the smirk of the woman who had put her in this exact situation both putting her in the foulest of moods.

“Do you ever think you take the whole spider image a bit too far?”

Thankfully, even being caught in a trap as elaborate as this couldn’t keep her from the teasing snark. Pushing the words out does take more energy than she’d care to admit, and her voice comes out a little breathless.

#widowsmade #lmfao I tried #There you go beb!

“Miss Oxton, you don’t have security clearance for--”

Pfft, rules. Boooooooring.

As the guard’s voice continues to drone on, Lena doesn’t particularly bother to listen. She feels a bit bad about it; honestly, he’s just following orders. As a pilot, she certainly knows well and good about those. When you’re not at the top, there’s always somebody getting their socks off at the ability to tell their inferiors what to do and will take any opportunity they can.

The difference is, Lena had gotten this far in life by knowing when to give the rules her good ol’ middle finger.

Meeting the guard’s eyes for a moment, she gives a small nod as if she understood what he was saying and had every intention of obeying. It becomes clear that it’s the opposite of her intention as the edges of her being start to shine blue, melting and fading into the empty space around her. It happens in the blink of an eye; one moment she is in front of the guard, the next she’d passed the “heavily guarded security entrance”. Not giving them time to realize what exactly happened, Lena presses forward again, finally letting out a pleased giggle that rings throughout the lab as the meters between her and the entrance only grow wider.

She’s clearly out of place here. Her ragged bomber vest, the leather glowing faintly with the reflection of the chronal accelerator, makes her stick out amongst the white lab coats. It only takes Lena a few moments to realize that she probably looks rather silly, standing around with a container of baked goods in such a...sterile environment. It’s not enough to make her self conscious, but she does become extremely aware that she likely has limited time before she’s found and kicked out.

Luckily, her objective isn’t hard to spot.

“G’Morning, Doctor Ziegler!”

Lena appears in front of the lab table the woman is working at, thankfully without patient or colleague at the time. Her smile is wide, hopeful, and she gently puts the container of scones down on the table, away from the other supplies.

“I baked these fresh this morning. I hope you don’t have any dietary issues...I mean, there’s no meat in them, of course, but some dairy.”

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