Chapter 57: Marriage and Contracts

Widowmaker tapped her chin as the Omnic employee held up two dresses.

"The one with the collar," she finally decided.

"Color?" the Omnic asked as a human grabbed the other one and darted off.

"White at the top and fading into a dark blue gradient at the bottom. Roses instead of butterflies for the design," Widowmaker stated. The Omnic bowed and a small army of bots shot forward to help her in the dress. They ushered her behind a privacy screen and before Widowmaker could blink she was changed and the dress was on. Apparently it had nanoweave and hidden magnets at the fake seams. So it could peel apart, wrap itself around the customer, and mold itself to their body in seconds.

"Wow its almost scary how efficient this is," Lena said as a floating bot buzzed around her head. It was merrily snipping an inch or two of hair and taming her mop of hair into a slightly more organized mess. It finished by clipping a yellow and orange tipped gladiolus into her hair and giving her a little sprinkle of glitter before folding its multiple arms up and zipping away.

"I can't decide on the color for my dress. Can you do it?" Lena asked hopefully. She was using a digital display to change the color between yellow, orange, and red. Widowmaker hummed and moved to stand beside her. Leaning in she selected a few options and put in the keyword Autumn. The display shifted to a mix of all three colors at the top and brown near the bottom.

"You want me to look like a tree in fall?"Lena asked raising an eyebrow.

"You told me to decide and you said before that your favorite colors are like yellow and orange," Widowmaker said critically.

"Awwww that's so sweet!" Lena cooed. "I'll still look like a tree though," she added. Widowmaker rolled her eyes and tweaked the colors so it was a darker shade of red at the bottom instead with shimmering streaks of gold. Lena squinted at it for a moment. "I can live with that. It'll look amazing at sunset," she added smiling up at her.

Carefully reaching out Widowmaker brushed a dot of glitter off Lena's nose and examined it. It was shaped just like the flower in her hair.

"This is already getting everywhere," Widowmaker complained as she spotted more on her arm.

"That's the price of beauty," Lena said pausing to let her eyes roam over her. "You look amazing," she said softly. Widowmaker felt her cheeks warm slightly and brushed her hair back over her shoulder. Bots had spun her hair into a single braid and woven white and blue flowers through it. She had refused the glitter though.

"Excuse me ladies but we still have your makeup to finish and shoes to pick out," an Omnic gently interrupted. As Widowmaker followed them to a chair she could hear Lena firmly refusing anything with heels.

Widowmaker selected the makeup style she wanted from the display that popped up in front of her. Not too subtle but not gaudy either. A bot floated over and immediately got to work as another started on her hands. Blue polish with bit of sparkle to it. She suspected they had snuck some glitter in but it was too late to complain now. She felt another brushing at her toenails. It quick dried the polish before slipping on the open toed wedges she had selected earlier. A touch of lipstick and she was finished.

"Are you pleased madam?" one of the bots chirped at her. Widowmaker eyed her reflection and decided that she was very satisfied indeed especially for such a quick makeover.

"I am very pleased," Widowmaker stated.

This was really happening. In a few more minutes they would be ushered out and the ceremony would begin. Nothing was going to ruin this for her. Not Maximillien and not Xiulan's shadow looming over her shoulder.

Everything was finished. Lena stood up from her chair and examined her red sandals. She was glad she had gone for something more colorful. Widowmaker was finishing up as well and walked over to Lena as she examined herself.

"This is honestly impressive. I had my doubts but this is really efficient," Lena said appreciatively as she examined her bright orange nails.

"Did they add more glitter?" Widowmaker asked suspiciously as she narrowed her eyes.

"Just a bit!" Lena defended. "How do I look? They suggested sleeveless but I'm too self conscious so they chose this light jacket instead. It shimmers," she said, extremely pleased with herself.

"Pardon the interruption but I notice rooming arrangements have not yet been finalized. Would you like the honeymoon suite?" a bot politely interjected. Without warning panic immediately seized her. Lena felt like she couldn't breathe and her mind screamed in warning. Widowmaker noticed and wrapped an arm around her waist.

"Why don't you give us a moment to discuss it?" Widowmaker said tactfully. The bot chimed in acknowledgement and darted off to take care of something else. Lena shivered as Widowmaker pulled her closer looking concerned.

"Sorry, sorry I just..." Lena began but she forced herself to stop, take a deep breath, and let it out slowly. Everything was fine. She could still breathe. There was no danger here. There was nothing to be alarmed about.

"Don't apologize. You did nothing wrong," Widowmaker gently assured her.

"I know I'm..." Lena managed to catch herself before she apologized again. Angela and Widowmaker both were trying to get her to stop apologizing for sudden anxiety attacks that happened to her. It wasn't her fault but it was still a hard habit to break. "That question just triggered some bad memories," she confessed. Widowmaker's eyes darkened and she held Lena a bit tighter.

"Because of your past girlfriend?" Wdowmaker carefully probed.

"Yes and no. Partially because of her emotional abuse but also partially because of the physical abuse kids at school put me through. I trust you, its just that the idea of being alone with someone still triggers my anxiety sometimes," Lena confessed trying to resist the urge to apologize again.

"Hey, look at me," Widowmaker said pulling away. "I'm never going to try and force you into doing something you aren't ready for yet. Or something you aren't comfortable with. Wife or not, wedding night or not, you have every right to tell me no if you get uncomfortable or anxious," she promised. Tears pricked at Lena's eyes but she forced herself to swallow them back.

"I... I really needed to hear that," Lena said gratefully. Taking another breath she gave herself a moment to be anxious and nervous before slowly letting it go. Everything was fine. she was fine, Widowmaker cared about her, tonight was everything she hoped it would be. "Ok. I'll be fine. Lets focus on something else. How do I look?" she asked spinning around.

"You look beautiful," Widowmaker said softly. Lena quickly found herself blushing at the way Widowmaker was looking at her. Part of her wanted to look away reflexively but she resisted the urge.

Stepping closer Widowmaker tilted her chin up. She paused for a moment and looked Lena in the eyes.

"Is this okay with you?" Widowmaker asked and Lena nodded affirmatively even as anxiety buzzed in her fingers. She trusted her. They weren't alone. They were safe. She was safe. Widowmaker leaned in further and whispered softly, "May I kiss you?"

Lena's heart swelled with joy and gratitude at the fact that Widowmaker had asked first. She was also clearly being as careful as she could not to crowd or loom over her despite their height difference. It made her feel safe. Cared for. Lena nodded her consent and couldn't help but smile as Widowmaker carefully leaned the rest of the way in and kissed her.

More then anything else Lena couldn't help but notice how incredibly gentle Widowmaker was. She was far from hesitant about it, but not forceful either. And the way she cradled Lena's face with her hand made her melt. She deserved this. She deserved someone who kissed her softly and held her like she was a priceless treasure. After a moment Widowmaker pulled back but only by the slightest amount.

"You are making this attempt at a romantic gesture of love and reassurance rather difficult," Widowmaker murmured and Lena abruptly realized she was grinning like a fool from ear to ear. Lena burst into happy giggles at that and Widowmaker leaned back looking rather pleased with herself.

"Well at least you know I won't pass out at the end of the ceremony," Lena teased. "And thank you for that. Thank you for being so gentle with me," she said appreciatively. Widowmaker looked embarassed and fiddled with her dress to try and hide it.

"Why don't we just pick a suite next to everyone else? So we're all close together if we need each other. Plus it'll have a nice view over the water," Widowmaker suggested. Lena felt a knot of anxiety in her stomach release at that idea. Her friends close by in case of danger. Not feeling isolated and alone. She was so grateful to Widowmaker for understanding what she needed and for not taking it personally.

"I'd like that a lot better," she admitted.

"I'll go let one of the service bots know to make the arrangements. After that we should be ready to go. Don't forget to pick a bouquet," Widowmaker reminded her. Lena's smile dropped as she realized she hadn't even considered that. She ran off to go select something before one of the bots selected for her.

The ceremony was beautiful. Angela cried as did Winston who was watching via video streaming along with the others back at Gibraltar. The sunset cast a beautiful backdrop, the Omnic official overseeing the ceremony kept his words short and to the point, and with a kiss and a couple signatures physical and digital they were married.

Widowmaker sipped the complementary wine she had been given and sighed contentedly as the gentle breeze blew through her hair. They had changed back into their old clothes and a new couple was already up getting married themselves. They had all been shuffled off to a small reception area to use as long and were given some drinks as part of the package.

"You do realize most people cry during the ceremony and not after?" Widowmaker pointed out to a sniffling Lena.

"But the photos are so beautiful!" Lena wailed. Thankfully the makeup was largely tear proof.

The backdrop of the sunset splashing color across the water and the way their dresses practically glowed with light both natural and carefully arranged artificial lighting did indeed make for some incredible photos. They had gotten print copies of durable nanoplastic as well as a compact drive with digital copies. Lena and Angela were pouring over the print copies.

Widowmaker had already selected one to crop and hang as a large painting when they moved in to the chateau. They had just turned to face each other and the setting sun glowed between them as it touched the water. It made the glitter on Lena's skin sparkle beautifully. Not that Widowmaker would give her the smug satisfaction of admitting how nice the glitter looked on her.

She felt someone next to her and looked over to see Razor standing there fidgeting.

"Is that a kimono?" Widowmaker asked curiously. It was black and silver and matched Razor's silver hair perfectly.

"Its is and I'm remembering now why I hate these stupid things. Bought it today for the ceremony. Almost wore the yukata I got instead but," Razor paused and shrugged. "Figured looking good for your big day wouldn't kill me what with us being friends and all," they said mumbling the last part awkwardly.

"Well I appreciate it. I know its not easy for you to think of others," Widowmaker replied knowing that Razor wouldn't be insulted by the statement.

"Thanks. I am getting better but its gonna take a while still for me to get back into the habit of consciously feeling empathy. Its easy to just... forget about it. Forget that I have to actually apply myself to it. I don't know how other people manage. Non sociopath people I mean obviously. Just... feeling empathy automatically all the time. Seems exhausting," Razor said making a face.

"It definitely can be," Widowmaker admitted.

"So while we're having this little heart to heart and all I just wanted to say... well... I mean.." Razor fumbled a bit and played with their wine glass for a moment. "I know we've both got a lot of baggage and all so if you need me for anything... then... you know," they waved a hand ambiguously and fell silent.

Widowmaker sipped her wine and swirled it around thoughtfully.

"That was terrible," she said critically. Razor grimaced and rubbed their face.

"Ugh I know. I'm so glad I don't have to deal with this all the time. Making myself be empathetic is such a pain. How people have the emotional energy to do this regularly is beyond me," Razor complained.

"But still I appreciate it. I'm glad your back and... I'm sorry for not trusting you at first. Back when we first rescued you I mean," Widowmaker apologized. Razor's eyebrow shot up in surprise.

"Oh wow, I don't think I've ever heard you apologize for anything before. Not to anyone who isn't Lena anyway," Razor pointed out. "Although to be fair I wouldn't have trusted me either. Sure we got along well as Talon prisoners but that really doesn't mean much. Especially considering what they did to you and what they wanted to do to me," they added. It was a fair point.

"Well I've got game tables to hit and more free food to mooch off Maximillen. If you need me though I'll be around. Just ask okay? And... thank you. For trusting me enough to let me come I mean," Razor said clearing their throat uncomfortably.

"Just leave them enough for a plane ride home," Widowmaker warned.

"No promises," Razor said with a wink and grin before walking off with Zenyatta in tow.

Finally a moment to sit down. Lena never thought she'd be happy to not be moving but after today going to their resort room for some peace and quiet made for a nice change of pace.

Lena flopped down on the bed while Widowmaker peeled her shoes off and went to look out the window. Lena kicked off her own sandals and closed her eyes for a moment. They popped open again when she felt the bed dip. Twisting her head around, Lena saw Widowmaker sitting there on the edge of the mattress.

"You look exhausted," Lena noted and Widowmaker gave a dry laugh.

"That seems far too mild a word for it," she replied wearily. If Lena was tired from the day's events then she knew Widowmaker must be ready to collapse. Emotionally it had been a very rough day for her.

"Hey," Lena said gently. Widowmaker looked up, her expression just as worn out as Lena expected. "What do you need?" she asked. Widowmaker hesitated and looked away.

"I'm... I'll be fine," she replied unconvincingly. Lena sighed heavily and got up. She slid over to Widowmaker and sat down next to her. It was impossible not to notice that Widowmaker was twitching again. The way she did when her body had endured too much physical contact or emotional stress and she needed time to decompress from it.

"Let's try that again," Lena said firmly. "I love you and I want to take care of you the same way you've taken care of me. So what do you need?" she asked again this time more firmly. Now Widowmaker's expression softened.

"I... could really do with a nice, long bath and a quiet, uneventful evening with my wife," Widowmaker admitted. Now they were getting somewhere.

"Why don't you go take a nice bubble bath. I'll order some room service, line up something to watch, and we can just relax and snuggle all evening. Or not if its too much for you to deal with right now. Okay?" Lena asked. Widowmaker hesitated again but her eyes showed just how much she appreciated those words.

"That's really okay with you?" Widowmaker asked her one question loaded with far more. Lena smiled warmly at her. She shifted closer but not quite touching. Enough to be supportive without crowding her. Hopefully.

"This works both ways you know. I get to look out for your needs too whenever it is that you need me. Not just when its convenient," Lena told her. Widowmaker closed her eyes for a moment and turned away. Lena could see her struggling. Too much and too many emotions for one day. Lena stood up and discreetly pretended not to notice as Widowmaker tried to get herself under control. There were times when she needed reassurance and times when she needed Lena to back off a bit.

Lena grabbed a bathrobe from the closet and a complimentary pair of slippers for Widowmaker.

"I'll put these in the bathroom and put your suitcase just inside the door as well. I'll let you know when the food is here," Lena told her. "It'll be great! We'll watch TV, eat the best food and snacks I've ever tasted in my life, and make the coziest pillow fort ever," she said happily as she gathered everything up.

"A... what?" Widowmaker said suddenly.

"A pillow fort!" Lena repeated as she went to the bathroom. There was actually a jacuzzi in here. Or was it just a fancy bathtub? Was there a difference? Not important right now. She dropped everything off and came back out to see a slightly puffy eyed Widowmaker staring at her in obvious confusion.

"You have no idea what a pillow fort is do you?" Lena abruptly realized.

"I'm still not entirely sure you aren't teasing me," Widowmaker said suspiciously.

"How have you gone this long without... you know what? Never mind. Take your bath and no peeking while I set things up. You'll love it I promise!" Lena assured her. Widowmaker hardly looked convinced but allowed herself to be shooed away so Lena could get started.

Maximillen hummed as he examined the holo screens in front of him.

"And you are positive this is all they took?" Maximillen demanded.

"Absolutely. Sombra even managed to convince your security A.I. to help out. It caused temporary interference in the form of a power outage. They have a backup sourcein their room naturally but in the moment it kicked over Sombra slipped in. I swapped out the data for a virus while Sombra put a spike into their closed system. Your security is currently copying and destroying everything as we speak," Satya explained.

"Meanwhile as soon as whoever they tried to contact receives the information package it'll spread a virus through their system. It won't damage anything too much but it will cost them a lot of time and money to deal with," Sombra added.

"Ahhh, music to my ears," Maximillen said as he watched the would be spies scrambling in their rooms to try and stop the security A.I. as it systematically ruined all of their hard work. There were already guards on the way to grab them and toss them off the property. They'd be gone before the hour was up.

The data in question was schematics and plans for a new Omnic memory core system. Currently when an Omnic went offline due to a catastrophic incident it died. All memories and personality gone. Wiped out. Just like dear Mondatta who had been assassinated by Widowmaker. This technology however was more secure, less prone to failure, and it could be swapped out of one Omnic body and integrated into a new machine frame. It wasn't perfect, not yet, but once Maximillen's researchers finished the last few steps it would do Omnic citizens a lot of good.

Nothing could cheat death forever but delay it for a time? That was worth the investment. Other companies would follow, imitate, and copy. But as long as he was the first and the best? They could do as they wished. But only if he got the product out first. However, Maximillen also understood the value of doing it right versus doing it quickly. One rarely had the luxury of both when it came to things like this. Just a few more months of testing the memory core integration into different systems.

Maximillen stared at the screens for a while before switching to a view by the lake. Widowmaker and Lena had just finished their wedding ceremony and were relaxing with friends in the reception area.

Widowmaker had saved his life once when his own secrecy had nearly gotten him killed. He had been kidnapped from his own private jet by a rival company. Torture didn't work on Omnics and you couldn't pull their memories without their consent. So instead they had tried to do a hard erase on his personality center. Erase Maximillen while maintaining all his most vital memories. They would then splice in their own A.I. who would take control. Then they would send it back, a spy that knew everything the real Maximillen once did. Every project, every password, every secret. Widowmaker had gotten suspicious when rumors started to circulate about Maximillen missing a Talon council meeting. However, she had been warned that it wasn't her business and ordered on an assassination mission to take out a high value political official.

It was the first time Widowmaker ever disobeyed an order. Just a few hours later and it would have been too late. Maximillen's internal security systems were buckling under their attempts and they had come to the last wall when Widowmaker arrived. She didn't come in guns blazing but rather as a silent specter of terror. Picking them off one by one until they were fleeing in fear. Not a single one escaped her sights.

Maximillen had replaced all of his internal security measures after that and gotten better encryption for his memory center just in case. But even now he shuddered to think of just how close that company had come to learning everything. His secrets, Talon's secrets, enough data to ruin the biggest companies in the world including his own.

Other Talon members had noticed him missing but no one else thought something might have gone wrong.

No one else had come for him.

No one but Widowmaker.

She alone had cared enough to come after him and Talon's only response upon her return was to try and kill her for it. Unreliable. Disobedient. Couldn't be trusted. Reaper had stepped in for her, saved her that time and others to come. Maximillen had spoken up as well. He was many things, almost all of them terrible, but he was not one to ignore a debt. And he owed Widowmaker quite a debt indeed.

The moment they find an accountant they feel is better then you? Or one who they feel is more loyal? They won't hesitate to strip you of everything you're worth. The memory of Widowmaker's words still burned his circuits.

Maximillen waved the screens away and pressed his fingers together as he examined Satya and Sombra thoughtfully. He tapped his fingers a few times and made his decision.

"Well..." he began slowly. "I suppose we have a deal to make then don't we?"

Widowmaker was eyeing Lena's pillow fort like it was a deadly construct ready to collapse at any moment. Although to be fair it was less a pillow fort and more an elaborate construction of sheets and pillows that made excellent use of the canopy bed. Why the resort had canopy beds at all Lena didn't know. Probably just because they looked expensive. Either way it allowed her to make a wonderfully cozy spot with soft lighting, a spread of snacks, and a comfortable place to sit or stretch out.

"Oh stop staring at it like its going to bite you," Lena chided. Widowmaker still didn't look convinced but came over anyway. She had on silk pajamas, her standard sleepwear apparently because of course it was, as well as a robe with the resort's name and logo on it.

"And all this is because...?" Widowmaker asked.

"Because its cozy and comfortable and fun," Lena said as Widowmaker eyed it one last time before slipping in and letting the sheets close around the sides.

"Well?" Lena asked as Widowmaker settled in and examined the soft lighting from the lamps attached to the headboard.

"Its... not terrible," Widowmaker relented.

"Ok now you're just being stubborn," Lena huffed as she grabbed one of the food trays and pulled it closer. "Some lamb and veggie shawarma so we have some real food and assorted mini deserts to try while we watch a movie," she said happily.

"You always eat food in bed don't you?" Widowmaker said critically as Lena eagerly pulled the biggest of the shawarma towards herself.

"You don't?" Lena asked only to stop herself. "What am I saying, you literally go to bed in silk pj's. Of course you don't eat food in bed," she muttered before taking a bite.

"Just don't expect this to become a regular occurrence unless you feel like doing all the laundry," Widowmaker warned with a scowl. But the way she settled in comfortably as she started eating told another story.

Lena turned on the TV and flipped through the options. She saw Widowmaker pause with her food halfway to her mouth as Lena flipped over a sci fi movie. She went back to it and read the description.

"Colony ship lands on a new planet and everyone gets eaten by aliens," Lena summarized.

"That is not what it says," Widowmaker countered.

"That's what it means! Fine. 'After hundreds of years the colony ship Artemis has found its new home. But the dangers it finds on the surface are ones it never could have anticipated,'" Lena said reading it correctly this time. She looked over at Widowmaker and squinted her eyes knowingly.

"I'm telling you. Everyone's gonna get eaten by aliens, or alien bugs, or alien plants, or turn into alien zombies except for the one person that tried to warn them and was never listened to," Lena added. Widowmaker rolled her eyes in response.

"Just hit play already," she said. Lena obediently did so, quickly skipping through the purchase screens.

Thanks to Angela's help, new medications, therapy, and proper hormonal balancing Widowmaker was now able to focus on things for extended periods of time instead of frequently losing interest and needing something else to entertain her like before. Widowmaker wasn't quite ready to join Lena, Angela, and Fareeha for a girls night of snacks and binging a whole season of the latest hot show release but she could watch a movie all the way through or read a book that wasn't in her narrow niche of genre interests without wanting to drop it after five pages.

Lena had just finished her shawarma when the first colonist got grabbed and dragged off screen with a horrible scream.

"Told you," Lena quipped. Widowmaker elbowed her to be quiet and reached for some spun sugar and fruit treats as well as a plate of some fancy French dessert Lena had tried and failed miserably to pronounce. Lena grabbed a napkin the basket of picarones. Adriana had introduced her to the donuts back at the base and she was very much addicted now.

Personally Lena leaned more towards fun, lighthearted action sci fi stuff then the serious hard sci fi that Widowmaker liked. This seemed like a fair enough middle point. Besides movie monsters were movie monsters. Predicting what would happen next made it no less enjoyable for her. If Fareeha were here they'd both be placing bets, in the form of remaining snacks naturally, on who got snatched up next.

Lena only noticed that Widowmaker had stolen the very last of her donuts when she reached for it and found it gone. She tore her eyes away from the screen and then looked over at Widowmaker to find her wife calmly chewing on it.

"Oh now that was dirty!" Lena objected.

"You can always order more," Widowmaker calmly stated before finishing it off.

"Didn't realize I was marrying a food thief," Lena pouted.

"Hush, the captain is about to go next," Widowmaker stated, her eyes fixed on the TV. Lena huffed in complaint but sure enough in an act of predictable but no less thrilling heroics the captain bravely saved his crew from the still mostly unseen alien horrors.

Realizing all the food was gone Lena cleaned up the dishes and dropped them off outside the door to be picked up. When she got back she was about to crawl back into her previous spot when she felt Widowmaker gently tug on her arm.

"You don't have to sit way over there," Widowmaker told her. Lena blinked and slid over until she was pressed against her side. Widowmaker put an arm around her but Lena could still feel the tension in her body and she didn't think it was just from the emotional weight of the day.

Lena pulled away slightly and squinted up at her.

"Are you nervous?" Lena asked her surprise growing when Widowmaker flushed tellingly and looked away. "Ok wait a minute," she said turning fully to face her wife. "So anything else you would be totally fine with but cuddling is what makes you anxious?" she pressed. Widowmaker still looked embarrassed and it took her a moment to reply.

"You don't need to care about someone or even like them to get in bed with them. And I am certainly no stranger to people lusting after me. But holding someone is..." Widowmaker broke off her face scrunching up the way it did when she was struggling with her words. "Its not the same. To do it... to want to do it you have to care about someone, honestly care if only for a moment. Nevermind that I am already fully aware of how much distaste others have for prolonged contact with me," Widowmaker explained with a touch of bitterness at the end.

Lena remembered well that conversation. How the Talon "enhancements" had changed Widowmaker's physiology not just making her an even more lethal assassin but also leaving her skin feeling disturbingly cold and unsettling to touch. How the Talon doctors hated to touch her any more then was necessary and the complaints they made when they did so.

No wonder Widowmaker was feeling nervous, especially after everything she had been through today already. Even with the removal of Talon's hormonal control device from Widowmaker's head, even with Angela's help and medication and therapy some aspects of her physiology were unlikely to change. Widowmaker's skin was back to a more normal color but her heartbeat, while faster, was still drastically lower then a normal human's. Added to that her skin still felt noticeably colder then the average person's should be. Not a simple chill but a far more abnormal lack of warmth. Lena had gotten accustomed to it and rarely thought about it anymore, but she also wouldn't lie and say that it wasn't noticeable at all.

"Well, lets try something out and if it makes you too uncomfortable we can stop," Lena suggested. When Widowmaker nodded her consent, Lena crawled over to sit in front of her between her legs. She shuffled back a bit until her back was resting comfortably against Widowmaker's chest. Gently Lena took Widow's hands and placed them on her hips.

"There. This is good for me. Are you okay?" Lena asked. When there was no response she tilted her head back to look at Widowmaker and found her looking back with a slight frown.

"Have you always been this hot?" Widowmaker asked her. Lena smirked. She knew what Widow meant and decided to deliberately ignore it.

"Well I mean I have always been pretty popular with the ladies..." she began smartly only to yelp when Widowmaker pinched her leg.

"Don't be cute. You know exactly what I meant. You're burning up," Widowmaker stated. "Its not unpleasant, I just hadn't realized how warm you were all the time," she quickly added.

"Side effect of being ripped out of your own timeline. You run cold, I run hot we're perfectly balanced," Lena responded.

"I don't think that's how it works," Widowmaker muttered but Lena noticed that she still wrapped her arms around her waist. "But I suppose I could get used to having my own space heater," she added. Widowmaker was quiet for a while after that, silently watching the movie as they snuggled. It was only when the credits rolled that she spoke up again.

"Lena about tonight," Widowmaker said carefully. "I'm not sure if... its been a long time since we just... slept next to anyone at night. If I can't handle it and need to move to another room..." she said haltingly.

"I'll try not to take it personally," Lena offered. She also noticed the use of the word "we" before switching back to the singular "I" and knew that Widowmaker was speaking specifically of Gérard.

"Promise?" Widowmaker pressed.

"I mean I can't say I won't be disappointed but I understand. Really I do. In sickness and in health right? That means understanding when you need some space. Whether that's for your own mental health or because you're worried you might hurt me. Getting better takes time, love. I know that better then anyone," Lena assured her. Widowmaker relaxed and squeezed her tightly.

"I love you," Widowmaker murmured softly. Lena tilted her head back and kissed her softly.

"I love you too.