Chapter 2: Tracing Widows

The relationship between Tracer and Widowmaker was often commented on by the many that inhabited the internet. The theories were numerous the fan art... graphic. The fiction even more so.

Tracer found it hilarious. She had, through various methods, gained Widowmaker's email acount name and constantly sent her the racier pictures and stories she found on the internet, often receiving death threats- twice it was a computer virus that gave Athena the digital equivalent of a hangover- and promises of torture in return.

The one thing that blew up the internet, though, was when she used her unbelievable mobility to get a quick selfie taken with the world class assassin. The fan servers nearly imploded when she posted it online with the comment, 'Best Buds,' scrawled out on the bottom in red ink.

Widowmaker had nearly taken her head off in retaliation, and Tracer could still be seen laughing about it every now and again.

In reality, there relationship was far more playfully professional. Ever since Mondatta, Tracer had done her best to stop the woman from getting anywhere close to taking her target, while Widowmaker was having to come up with increasingly subtle and innovative ways to get to her target. Whenever Oxton was involved, though, she found herself completely shut down.

Until, one night, Widowmaker made a mistake.

In an effort to slow her enemy down, Widowmaker shot a child. Not enough to kill, just to critically injure.

Tracer's reaction was... not standard.

The normally playful woman went stiff as a board for a moment before saying into her radio, "Mercy, we've got a civilian down. I repeat, civilian down," she paused, "It's a kid." The reply was swift and the woman handed her radio to the little boy who was gut shot, "Just keep talking into this, and everything will be okay."

With that, the woman stood up, her eyes hardening and her hands clutching the guns so tight that you could hear the fabric creaking.

"Semi-auto."

"Semi-auto, active."

Widowmaker had found a good spot, a premier sniper's nest, and began to track her target. The man she meant to kill had just come out of the highly secure building and, for the next six seconds, she had the perfect opening.

She breathed out slowly and prepared to pull the trigger.

Just before she started to squeeze, a bullet impacted the side of her rifle, knocking it far off course, and hurting her hands.

"What!?" she barked, looking to the side. She almost gasped at the sight.

Tracer stood there, her guns glowing blue, her eyes ablaze from behind her orange goggles.

The assassin tried to swing her gun around, but two more bullets hit it, one in the clip, destroying it, and the second knocked the gun out of her grip and over the balcony.

Thinking quickly, Widowmaker tossed a poison mine at her, the shot her zip line at another ledge on the building to the left.

Tracer shot the mine out of the air, then waited a half second and severed the line with one final bullet, making the assassin fall to the ground. She holstered her weapons and made her own way down.

Widowmaker was a trained weapon of death. A fifty foot fall was a hard sell, but she landed without injury, though she'd be sore tomorrow. Now to make her esc-

There was a sound, almost musical in tone, and then her face met the paved road. She tried to push herself up again, and her face made violent impact with the ground again. A hand gripped her ponytail and pulled her up, looking into her yellow eyes and shattered nose.

"Ya broke the rules, love," Tracer said, then slammed her head down again. The assassin groaned and spat out some of her teeth.

"Yo- Your rules are meani-" again, face met pavement.

"Now, I should really stop here, 'cause you might die, but," she pulled out her gun and shot the sniper in both knees earning screams of pain, "I had to do something to keep you in traction for a few months at least," she patted the assassin on her head and, when she tried to bite her hand she reacted with an elbow to the face that knocked her clean out.

Widowmaker was in custody for less than six hours before she was broken out by the agents of Talon. She was in rehabilitation training for eight months, her nose and teeth had to be rebuilt and replaced. Her weapon was completely irrepairable when they found it so they had to get her a new one. Her knees had to be completely replaced with cybernetics.

And she never even aimed at a child again.