Angela Ziegler

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And that’s how Moira lost a finger

The request for people who give me comic review. OW-Mercymaker for 13Friday

ahh It’s so good to finally feel like doing some art for myself again. <3

Dr. Ziegler!!

As requested by anon ♥

❝I have your back.❞

❝The pain is coming.❞

❝I feel alive!❞

❝Only here do I not feel outcast.❞

❝Death comes for all.❞

❝Try me!❞

❝Strength does not come from physical ability, it comes from an indomitable will.❞

❝I am at peace with who I was.❞

❝Oh, this is my jam!❞

❝You will never amount to anything!❞

❝With every death, comes honor. With honor, redemption.❞

❝I will not waste this chance.❞

❝This fight is not over yet.❞

❝Take your medicine.❞

❝Never accept the world as it appears to be, dare to see it for what it could be.❞

❝You look ridiculous.❞

❝What are you looking at?❞

❝Get through this.❞

❝It’s a perfect day for some mayhem.❞

❝That was your dream. Not mine.❞

❝I’ll just…leave this here.❞

❝I’m on fire!❞

❝So this is what has become of you? A pity.❞

❝Walk it off.❞

❝This is my home now.❞

❝Time’s up.❞

❝Come on, keep your head up.❞

❝Feels like I’m falling apart…❞

❝This place is a bit posh for me.❞

❝You’re going to be okay.❞

For making me scared of everything.

For unnecessarily overthinking what I'm thinking Every time I think about something that I don't wanna think about. 

Sometimes people who suffer from anxiety enjoy a routine. They wake up in the morning at the same hour, put on the same uniform for work, arrive a half hour early just to get some personal things done, then do the same job they’ve been trained to do for a number of hours before going home to relax and repeat the process the next day. Within the few years of being with Sombra, Angela had fallen into a new routine that she had now grown comfortable with. The blonde typically woke up first and would brew a pot of coffee while her lover slept in. Sometimes they had the liberty of speaking to each other before Angela had to leave for work. Other times she would leave love notes by the coffee machine saying that she’ll see the other woman later that night. 

The nights were easy and something she looked forward to. They’d enjoy each other’s company and do whatever domestic things cheesy couples do at that age. It was a nice change compared to the lonely life Angela had lived before she had gotten to know Sombra.

But all of that was taken away.

The first few days after Sombra had left were hard. After all these years together Angela had grown so used to the company the other woman provided. It was the little things like realizing she didn’t have to make two cups of coffee in the morning that hurt the most. But Angela had to deal with the reality of their situation. 

Sombra was on the run and there wasn’t anything Angela could do to change that. 

Her comfortable routine was changing and she didn’t like it. At first she would constantly look at her phone expecting a text from the hacker, but she soon learned that she shouldn’t bother wasting those precious seconds for a message that most likely wouldn’t come. 

The weeks after that were still hard, but Angela was starting to adapt. The house was quiet and sure, she missed having a warm body next to her in bed, but it was becoming manageable. Work was a successful distraction most of the time. It was only when Angela was left alone with nothing to do that her mind would start to wander and think about the things that could’ve gone wrong. 

She’s smart enough to not let those thoughts entirely consume her though. 

She’s learned from past mistakes after all. 

It’s not until weeks of radio silence turned to months that things really started going south for her. There were a few text messages from her lover, but they were a rare occurrence. Most of them would mean nonsense to the general eye, but that’s because they were in code. ‘The stars look beautiful tonight. I hope you got to see them too’. It was one of their ways of saying ‘I hope you’re safe and doing well.’ The replies would follow the same pattern. Sometimes the messages would be more explicit and flat out say ‘I love you’ or ‘I miss you.’ But most of the time? Most of the time there weren’t any messages. 

And that’s what ate away at Angela’s anxiety. It’s the times where she asks about the stars and she doesn’t get a reply for days- sometimes even weeks. Was Sombra okay? Was she being held hostage somewhere? Was she being tortured beyond physical recognition? What kind of trouble did she get herself into this time? Was this something she would be able to get herself out of? 

Or did she bite off more than she could chew?

It’s not like Angela shouldn’t expect this kind of situation to happen once in a while. She is in a relationship with arguably the best hacker in the world, and hackers are known for doing shady things. She can’t expect Sombra to be here 24/7. Had this happened a few years ago, maybe Angela wouldn’t have been so willing to stick around. Perhaps she would’ve found a new person to obsess over. Or maybe she would have just buried her nose in more work files. But times have changed and she’s become more easy going. She also wasn’t getting any younger and the number of bachelors / bachelorettes were dwindling. 

I guess you can say she has settled down for good.  

There wasn’t anything special about tonight. On this quiet summer evening the Swiss woman was standing on the balcony outside of her room with a warm cup of tea in her hands. Dull eyes glance up at the stars and for a moment she wonders if Sombra could see them as well. Did she think of Angela when she saw them? Or were they just a distraction to her while she was on the run? For a brief moment Angela is tempted to send a text message to her lover. ‘You know what they say. Follow the stars and they’ll lead you back home.’ But she decides against it.

This is the longest time she’s gone without a response from her partner, and there was a big chance she still wouldn’t get one despite sending a new message. 

It’s not like there are multiple unanswered messages asking about the stars sitting there collecting dust anyways. They’ll be answered one day or another. And if they don’t? Well, consider Angela lucky for adjusting to her new routine of being alone. 

A soft sigh leaves the woman’s lips as she glances into the dark cup of tea she was holding. She’s barely touched touched it. It was supposed to help ease her mind before she went to bed, but instead she was just craving the warmth it gave off since she didn’t have anyone here to fill that spot. 

Soon. 

I’ll get a response soon.

But it’s getting late and Angela wasn’t looking to wake up feeling even more tired than when she went to bed. So she takes the cup of tea back inside and makes her way to the kitchen to get rid of the drink. There was only one thing left to do, and that was to prepare the coffee machine so it would be ready with the press of a button in the morning. 

And she’s sure to just leave one empty mug right next to the machine.

But that was something the medic could worry about tomorrow. 

She had other things distract her usually frantic mind right now.

Like the tension that was already building between them. It’s been years since they had gotten together and yet the longing look in Sombra’s eyes still made Angela’s heart race. The kiss is a simple one too, but like always it made the angel crave more. If you told her ten years ago that she would depend on the love and affection of another human being she would have laughed in your face. In her line of work there was no time for love. Hell, she once considered it to be a distraction. Why take the time to care for someone else when you could be using that time to make more scientific breakthroughs and potentially save more lives?

And then Sombra came along. Sure, their relationship was rocky at first. It was full of sarcasm and bad habits, but she helped Angela realize her ignorance when it came to love. She was a firm believer that ‘falling in love upon first sight’ did not exist. It was merely an emotion that one could turn on and off like a flick of a switch. Perhaps it was a bit rude to see it that way, but to Angela love was a choice. And she chose the love Sombra. 

Through that love, Angela was willing and ready to always make time for the other woman. (With it came patience and forgiveness too, but those were topics for another time).

The blonde closes her eyes and remains silent when Sombra suggest they head to bed. No. It wasn’t fair for her to return only to have their time cut short because Angela has work. She was a simple woman who didn’t ask for much in life, but perhaps tonight she could be greedy and just spend another hour or two awake and enjoying the other woman’s presence. 

For making me scared of everything.

For unnecessarily overthinking what I'm thinking Every time I think about something that I don't wanna think about. 

Sometimes people who suffer from anxiety enjoy a routine. They wake up in the morning at the same hour, put on the same uniform for work, arrive a half hour early just to get some personal things done, then do the same job they’ve been trained to do for a number of hours before going home to relax and repeat the process the next day. Within the few years of being with Sombra, Angela had fallen into a new routine that she had now grown comfortable with. The blonde typically woke up first and would brew a pot of coffee while her lover slept in. Sometimes they had the liberty of speaking to each other before Angela had to leave for work. Other times she would leave love notes by the coffee machine saying that she’ll see the other woman later that night. 

The nights were easy and something she looked forward to. They’d enjoy each other’s company and do whatever domestic things cheesy couples do at that age. It was a nice change compared to the lonely life Angela had lived before she had gotten to know Sombra.

But all of that was taken away.

The first few days after Sombra had left were hard. After all these years together Angela had grown so used to the company the other woman provided. It was the little things like realizing she didn’t have to make two cups of coffee in the morning that hurt the most. But Angela had to deal with the reality of their situation. 

Sombra was on the run and there wasn’t anything Angela could do to change that. 

Her comfortable routine was changing and she didn’t like it. At first she would constantly look at her phone expecting a text from the hacker, but she soon learned that she shouldn’t bother wasting those precious seconds for a message that most likely wouldn’t come. 

The weeks after that were still hard, but Angela was starting to adapt. The house was quiet and sure, she missed having a warm body next to her in bed, but it was becoming manageable. Work was a successful distraction most of the time. It was only when Angela was left alone with nothing to do that her mind would start to wander and think about the things that could’ve gone wrong. 

She’s smart enough to not let those thoughts entirely consume her though. 

She’s learned from past mistakes after all. 

It’s not until weeks of radio silence turned to months that things really started going south for her. There were a few text messages from her lover, but they were a rare occurrence. Most of them would mean nonsense to the general eye, but that’s because they were in code. ‘The stars look beautiful tonight. I hope you got to see them too’. It was one of their ways of saying ‘I hope you’re safe and doing well.’ The replies would follow the same pattern. Sometimes the messages would be more explicit and flat out say ‘I love you’ or ‘I miss you.’ But most of the time? Most of the time there weren’t any messages. 

And that’s what ate away at Angela’s anxiety. It’s the times where she asks about the stars and she doesn’t get a reply for days- sometimes even weeks. Was Sombra okay? Was she being held hostage somewhere? Was she being tortured beyond physical recognition? What kind of trouble did she get herself into this time? Was this something she would be able to get herself out of? 

Or did she bite off more than she could chew?

It’s not like Angela shouldn’t expect this kind of situation to happen once in a while. She is in a relationship with arguably the best hacker in the world, and hackers are known for doing shady things. She can’t expect Sombra to be here 24/7. Had this happened a few years ago, maybe Angela wouldn’t have been so willing to stick around. Perhaps she would’ve found a new person to obsess over. Or maybe she would have just buried her nose in more work files. But times have changed and she’s become more easy going. She also wasn’t getting any younger and the number of bachelors / bachelorettes were dwindling. 

I guess you can say she has settled down for good.  

There wasn’t anything special about tonight. On this quiet summer evening the Swiss woman was standing on the balcony outside of her room with a warm cup of tea in her hands. Dull eyes glance up at the stars and for a moment she wonders if Sombra could see them as well. Did she think of Angela when she saw them? Or were they just a distraction to her while she was on the run? For a brief moment Angela is tempted to send a text message to her lover. ‘You know what they say. Follow the stars and they’ll lead you back home.’ But she decides against it.

This is the longest time she’s gone without a response from her partner, and there was a big chance she still wouldn’t get one despite sending a new message. 

It’s not like there are multiple unanswered messages asking about the stars sitting there collecting dust anyways. They’ll be answered one day or another. And if they don’t? Well, consider Angela lucky for adjusting to her new routine of being alone. 

A soft sigh leaves the woman’s lips as she glances into the dark cup of tea she was holding. She’s barely touched touched it. It was supposed to help ease her mind before she went to bed, but instead she was just craving the warmth it gave off since she didn’t have anyone here to fill that spot. 

Soon. 

I’ll get a response soon.

But it’s getting late and Angela wasn’t looking to wake up feeling even more tired than when she went to bed. So she takes the cup of tea back inside and makes her way to the kitchen to get rid of the drink. There was only one thing left to do, and that was to prepare the coffee machine so it would be ready with the press of a button in the morning. 

And she’s sure to just leave one empty mug right next to the machine.

‘I promise... it looks a lot worse than it really is.”

Those words were like a knife right through her heart. Who dare hurt the woman she loves, and why? That was the only real downside of dating a notorious hacker. Everything about her missions was a secret, and Angela was lucky if she were able to get even just a few details out of her. Over time she’s learned not to ask anymore. Most of the answers were just upsetting anyways. 

What mattered was that Sombra was even fortunate enough to come home alive and in one piece.

Still, it doesn’t stop a heavy sigh from escaping the blonde’s lips as she raises a hand to pinch at the bridge of her nose. Was her body littered with bruises? How many cuts and gashes were there? How many of them were left unattended or were hastily patched up? If Angela had it her way that wound on Sombra’s jawline would have been tended to every day to ensure minimal scarring. 

But she can’t change the past. So she just shrugs her shoulders in response. “Okay... yeah, sure. I’ll keep that in mind.”

And just like that they’re back to their usual flirting. Subtle, but it was still flirting in their books. Each and every time it happened she could feel the butterflies inside of her going wild. As sweet as the moment was she wasn’t one to turn away an opportunity for playful banter. “I’d say ‘love’ is a strong word... Maybe we can just start with ‘like’.” For a moment she’s able to maintain a composed expression. Just for a moment though. Right after that her lips curl up into a smirk. 

The thought of Sombra staying home alone and cleaning wasn’t Angela’s first choice. Actually, her staying at home alone in general was not even on her list. Either Angela was going to take off or-

Well would you look at that. Sombra took the words right out of the medic’s mind. Angela felt like a giddy school girl in that moment. She takes the opportunity to lace her fingers with the other woman’s and raise their hands up so she could place a gentle kiss on her knuckles. “If you’re willing, then I would like that very much.” With that said she flips Sombra’s hand over to place a kiss on her inner wrist. Then another in the crook of her elbow. It was meant to be sweet and romantic, but truth be told Angela was nervous because she was hyperaware of where she was placing these precious kisses. The last thing she wanted to do was press down on one of Sombra’s covered bruises, so when it’s said that they’re gentle... They’re gentle. Each one, however, slowly brings her closer and closer to the other’s lips. And that’s where she chooses to just hover there, daring to let the other woman make the first move. 

Sure... it was late.