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purplehacker:

     The smirk grows behind his mask as she tries to cover up her embarrassment. Maybe Sombra could be nice company to have once in a while. As long as she didn’t run her mouth the whole time.

     ❝Don’t think it’s the same for everyone. They’re probably just putting up with you, so they don’t cast aside a childish girl like yourself.❞

     Reaper brings a hand close to her, taking hold of her chin. He tilts her head up to take a good look a the blush across her cheeks she’s trying to hide. There’s a thought of Sombra being– cute. Just a thought. A quick second and it’s gone from his mind. He leans in to press the area where his lips would be against Sombra’s nose.

     ❝Maybe you’re the one happy to have me in your life.❞

 “I’m not childish...okay maybe sometimes. Shut up.” Sombra grumbled in Spanish, acting light her nails were more interesting than the man teasing her at the moment. 

 But then he had to go and do THAT to her. She blinked as he felt her head being tipped up. She allowed it out of curiosity and shock, not expecting to feel his gentle touch like this again. Twice in the same day. 

 The little kiss to her nose had her blushing deeper and hotter, the red ever so evident on her peanut butter skin. It was in this moment she just wanted to turn invisible and stay that way forever. The indigo eyed woman felt over the top of her nose, looking away with a flustered face. 

 Oh man....wh-what was he doing to her....?

@purplehacker

Continuation from X

     Reaper actually chuckles at her reaction to his gentleness. The way he was acting toward her was new to the both of them. He always wanted to push her away, so he could get things done. This time was different. Sombra asking for such a simple thing as a kiss was interesting in the least. His masked is placed back in it’s rightful place, concealing the smirk pulling at his lips.

     ❝Getting embarrassed from something you wanted, Sombra? Didn’t take you as a shy girl with the way you push yourself into the lives of those who don’t want your presence.❞

 Sombra huffed and looked away, ignoring the light red lining her cheeks. “Shut up.” She grumbled, glaring at the wall. “I-I’m not embarrassed. I never get embarrassed. Who told you that lie?” The purple haired hacker snorted and turned back around him, winking playfully. 

@purplehacker

Continuation from X

     A groan tears at his throat. What an annoyance she is to him. How could Talon have such a childish operative in their ranks? Foolish really. Work is hardly done when she is around. He would have kicked her to the streets if she didn’t possess talent in hacking. The only thing she’s worth for really.

     ❝I won’t admit to your silly accusations. By your words, that would also mean you wouldn’t have your costume without me. Try to get your facts straight before claiming anything on someone other than yourself.❞

     She was a pest to him. Reaper didn’t enjoy some girl prying into his personal life. Sure, he did repair his clothing from time to time, but that didn’t mean he took all the credit for it. Help was given when needed by someone he trusted. Sombra could lay off her nicknames with him. Maybe he’ll make her fix up any tears in her clothing next time she came to him.

 She loved getting him all frustrated. The young giggled mischievously and poked his chest. “I wasn’t dissing your secret talent man, I think it’s great amigo. You know that’s something I’d like about a man. A guy who can cook and knows how to use a needle and thread.” 

purplehacker.

     His gaze followed her finger, and landed on the lockers. Her quiet words followed him as he walked in silence, prying open one of the locker doors to begin the hunt. Nobody deserves that. Words not many would speak to the wraith, words he’d wanted to hear from so many, and yet none had really bothered to speak them. He closed the door to the locker, not finding what he wanted, and pulled open the next, reaching in to rummage through it. 

     “You’d be one of the first to think that in relation to me.” 

     He speaks the words as he closes that locker, empty handed, and reaches to pull open the next. There’s one hanging there. A jacket. Didn’t seem to be in the best of conditions, but it was better than nothing. The wraith reached for it, pulling it out and closing the locker, satisfied. He made his way back over to her and draped it over her shoulders. 

     “You’d be surprised how many of them would believe I deserved to live through that. Live as I am now. As if I did anything worthy of this type of curse.” The last word is nearly spat. He turns away for a moment, seeming to think, before he speaks again. “It’s one of the reasons I hunt them down.”

     He probably shouldn’t trust her. Most of his current operations are executed by him, in his head. Never written down. Never stored. He didn’t leave a trail; he was as good as a ghost. The only way anyone would know of him now is if it came out of his own mouth. Yet, he felt sympathy for her, in the way Gabriel had with his Blackwatch agents. Something resonated a similar vibe. Call him a fool, but a part of him might just trust her that small bit on that waning hope he still seemed to regretfully carry.

 “Thank you.” Sombra murmured, tucking the jacket given to her tighter around her slender frame. She smiled faintly as he turned away. He wasn’t such a monster after all. Unlike all the rumors she’s heard about him. That small bit of Gabriel Reyes still flickered inside of him now and again. 

 “I’m not everybody else.” She said simply with a shrug. “Whatever did this to you....nobody deserved a fate so cruel. I can understand why you’re mad but...something I’ve learned through all this is that revenge won’t bring back the past.” Sombra looked away, her hands tightening around her jacket. “We both want revenge.” 

 Sombra shrugged. “But in the end nothing will change besides the fact all we did was bring more suffering. It makes me think if this path is worth going down even when we’re both so far down it we can’t turn back. It’s....Sometimes I wonder if this is the right choice.”

purplehacker.

     Reaper pauses, back still to her. It was a harsh response, and he knew it. How else was he to get it across that the name was not okay. He bit back the sigh, instead opting to shake his head. Stupid. This entire thing was stupid. He turned back towards her finally, speaking again in his normal tone. 

     “Do they not keep extras on board for their agents? Jackets or other clothing of the like.”

     If she points it out, he’ll go get it. She doesn’t look very comfortable like that, and in all honesty he’s not entirely ready to pull off his own jacket and hand it off to her. Especially since when he removes the hood, it’ll show most of his damn head aside from the face which would be hidden by the mask. There are things he doesn’t want to do, and that at the moment is one of them. He takes a pause, before speaking again, answering her question, feeling it a fair trade for the snap he’d given her in response to the name. 

     “They let me die. Simple as that.”

 “Sometimes. I’d be damn lucky if you find one. Over there, the lockers.” Sombra pointed towards the ships hall where a line of lockers could be seen. She made a move to get up off the stool but quickly regretted it when her body demanded to stay in one place in rest. At least he didn’t sound as angry as he did before. 

 Just his growl could send shivers up her back. Hearing him speak somewhat normal again helped her relax and not feel so stiffened, her side was stiffen up enough. When he spoke up again, Sombra looked up, indigo eyes searching his form for any indication for what he meant but she found nothing. Being slightly afraid of him now and the fear of another outburst still quite alive in the tense air, she figured not to ask what he meant. 

 She vaguely wondered if he meant Overwatch.

purplehacker.

     As she held the gauze in place, he had begun to unroll the bandages around them, moving the start of it under one of her fingers. He has gotten the first loop when words he’d never wanted to hear came out of her mouth. His hands faltered, and he stopped dead. His hands were still, and the mask positioned in such a way it almost looked as if it were glaring. 

     Wrong thing to say.

     “Reaper.”

     The word is growled out through clenched teeth, his anger seeping through his tone. Gabriel Reyes was dead. He wasn’t Gabriel Reyes. Never would be. That was a past long gone that he didn’t need to be reminded of. He wasn’t keen on giving any further of an answer, instead focusing on the bandaging instead. He was swift, and slightly rougher than he was when he started. He easily picked up her fingers if they were in the way when he came back around to it until he reached the point where he could tie it off. It was a tight and quick tie off, as was usual for field work.

     The wraith was quick to return everything to the kit and pull his gloves from his belt, pulling them both on with more malice then was really necessary. He snatched the kit after clicking it shut rather aggressively, moving with heavy footfalls to replace it, standing in front of it for a minute, simply staring. He didn’t look back to her, didn’t seem willing to at that moment. She knew things, he’d been aware of that. He’d not been counting on her asking him any questions. Hell, he’d have likely answered it if she hadn’t used that name. Finally, he turned his head and spoke, words dripping with venom as he spoke. 

     “Use that name again, and you’ll regret it.”

 Sombra flinched but not because of his tight bandaging work. But because of the sharp lethal tone he used. She didn’t understand and more whys came into her mind which she barley held back from spilling from her lips. What happened to him. How did a hero live long enough to become the villain? It just didn’t make sense...She sighed and looked away, rubbing over the bandages around her mid drift in silence. Perhaps she had gone too far. There was more silence between them for a few minutes before she finally gave in to the consciousnesses she didn’t think she had up until now.

 “...I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-...anyways um...thank you. For patching me up. Gracias.” Sombra murmured quietly, glancing over towards him silently. Since when did she ever start apologizing for things? Ugh...With a quiet grumble in Spanish she bent down slowly to retrieve her bloody jacket only to grimace at the damn spattered red blazer and let it fall back to the ground. Guess she wasnt putting that back on anytime soon. With a quiet huff the shorter agent just went to sit on the stool again, cold and aching. 

purplehacker.

     Clawed hands reached out, taking hold of the medkit. With a practiced ease, he flicked it open. His claws however over the options within the kit. No, no, no, yes. Isopropyl alcohol. A grumble escaped him lowly. Claws would make it difficult. He slid them off, revealing scarred grayish colored hands. Lucky for him the visible damage wasn’t bad today; it was his face that suffered most of it and that would stay hidden. 

     Tucking the gloves into his belt, he picked up one of the gauze pads, tearing open the wrapper and removing it, holding it in his hand. The other picked up the isopropyl, unscrewing the cap with a practiced ease. The gauze pad was placed on top of it and it was quickly tipped down and then back up to wet the pad.

     “Let me put it into your words: my ‘smokey ability’ is rather helpful for pulling the guns out when needed. Now, by the looks of it, you’re going to want to bite down on your hand. This will sting.” 

     He’s not trying to be perfect about it. Dabbing at the wound with the gauze pad, all he really needed to accomplish was to clean it up enough to get a proper bandage on it. He already knew the drill, all too well. When he was satisfied with dabbing at it with the stinging isopropyl, his hands moved to pick up a couple gauze pads, opening them and placing them on the wound. 

     “Hold these there.” He spoke again, reaching back for the roll of cloth bandage. Wrap that around to hold the pads in place, and then tie it off to keep the pressure. A procedure he’d done on himself and countless others, but sometimes it did require someone to hold pads in place before he could properly wrap them.

  Sombra watched him work over her shoulder, her eyes following his charred grey skin with curiosity. She knew who Reaper was of course. She was a top class Hacker but she hadn’t known about his deformities after the headquarters destruction he had been involved in.

 She had never thought about what he looked like now after surviving such a horrific event or why he had the abilities he did but now...she couldn’t help but wonder. “That doesn’t explain a damn thing.”  She grumbled back to him with a roll of her eyes. 

However the whole stinging thing was a but underestimated. That was a sting from Hell. Sombra hissed and shuddered, trying to hold back a cry of pain. Thankfully she did.

“Aye d-dios mio that hurts.” The brunette grunted out angrily. She did as told though, holding the gauze in place as he fiddled with the bandage wraps. A beat of silence went between them before she finally had the courage to speak up.