#riptire rodent

🎭 Broadway!AU.

Lena Oxton and Gabriel Reyes stand isolated in the lone circle of light piercing what seems like an endless expanse of darkness. Lena freezes as Gabriel raises a pistol and levels it at her chest.

“It needn’t end like this,” Lena says, spreading her arms wide and stepping towards the man. “We were comrades once.”

“No longer,” Gabriel says coldly. He pulls the trigger.

A loud bang echoes through the room and a puff of smoke rises from the barrel. Lena howls in pain and stumbles backwards, clasping at her chest. She teeters and finally falls backwards against the hard wood beneath her. 

There’s a moment of uncomfortable stillness as silence replaces the echo of gunfire. Then a spurt of blood explodes from beneath Lena’s starched white shirt, arcs through the air and splatters on her face.

“Fawkes!” she yells from the ground and sits up, a look of complete frustration painting her face.

Gabriel takes one looks at it and starts laughing. The rest of the lights in the theatre come on as Lena rises to her seat, another kind of red rising to her cheeks. She stalks into the wings and finds the lanky Australian prop master.

“What are you even good for Fawkes?” she shouts, grabbing a towel as she does and wiping off her face. “The blood packets are supposed to explode when Gabriel fires, not after. Bloody fuckin’ Hell, mate, get yourself together!”

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Angela had to do a double take, at first she hadn’t even recognized that it was Junkrat it was that rare to see him in anything other than his usual pair of torn shorts...at least she hoped they were shorts, for all she knew they could have originally been pants. 

“You look...nice.” Angela commented, almost sounding awkward. She was just so taken aback by the sudden change in dress. “Are you going somewhere?” Did he steal that outfit? How had he gotten his hands on it? “But you have something on your shoulder,” She popped up on tiptoe for a moment to reach it easier, brushing off the offending bit of fuzz. “Zhere. Much better.” 

Lena looks up at the falling snow and squints. She covers her mouth as tiny flakes, dotted with soot, land on her goggles. She looks at the soot covered Australian beside her.