If you had to pick a word to describe the last few days, you'd have to pick torturous. No one looks at you like they used to, no one even smiles at you. You knew things would be bad when Overwatch found out what you'd been doing, but you didn't think it could be quite this bad. No one trusts you, they all look at you with this uneasy stare and quickly scuttle away when you catch them looking. You didn't think it would ever be this bad, but obviously you were wrong.

Angela is becoming the only person who seems to act like a normal person around you, and you hate it. You didn't mean to hurt them, you didn't mean to hurt anyone, you were just trying to help someone in need, and look where its gotten you. You didn't think you were someone who really needed the approval of people until now.

"Something on your mind, leibling?"

Her voice snaps you back to the harsh reality of it all, and all you can do is sigh and shrug in response. She furrows her brow slightly, hesitating for a moment before stepping away from her desk.

"Lena, I know things have been…difficult around here recently, but it will pass"

"I just…I don't know 'bout that Angie. Should 'ave seen the look Winston gave me the other day, think he actually hates me now"

She opens her mouth to reply but seems to think better of it. Instead, she gently touches your shoulder, the gesture saying something she never could with words. That she trusts you still, that she would have done what you did if she could. From what you've talked about, it seems she's done some things just as bad as you have, although back then it was all under the guise of actually helping people. So the only thing she had to answer to was her own conscience. You two really aren't so different, she's just a lot better at hiding her demons than you'll ever be.

"have you…have you heard from Emily?" Angela asks softly, removing her hand from your shoulder but not moving away from you just yet.

Your friends hating you is one thing, but the way things stand with Em…that's definitely something that's been on your mind a lot. "Yeah, she's home safe. All she's said to me…don't think she really wants to talk to me either"

"She'll be fine Lena. You'll be home with her soon, and all this will be behind you both"

"I don't know if it will be, luv…I just…think I fucked up real bad this time, I can't fix things with everyone"

Angela sighs, making her way back to her desk. For a moment you think she's about to tell you to get out and let her do her work. That is until you notice she's staring at a particular piece of paper in her hand. She stares at it hard, her eyes looking lost like she's stuck in a memory. She shakes her head, her eyes meeting yours as you slowly approach her.

For the first time you seem to notice the small photo album on her desk. It's opened to about half way through, and inside a picture of Angela and Amelia, arms wrapped around each other tight as they grin at the camera. The picture underneath it is similar as well, except Angela isn't looking at the camera, she's looking at Amelie with a look you know all too well. It's…strange to see them together like this, both looking so happy. You guessed there was something between them, what exactly that was you don't know, but you can tell by the pictures that maybe their relationship wasn't quite as platonic as everyone once thought.

You expected her to try hide the pictures, but Angela just smiles this sad empty smile, letting go of the paper in her hand as she reaches towards the album. She stops herself, drawing her hand back as the smile drops from her face.

"My heart has been broken many times leibling, by many people, some from within Overwatch. When we tell you not to get involved with her, Jack and I…we're talking from experience. She was special to me once too…which is why my judgement is so clouded on this. When she left, everyone mourned for the loss of Gerard…but no one seemed to understand we'd lost her too. I was the only one who seemed to mourn for my Amé"

Your eyes widen slightly as you hear the nickname. Widow said someone from her past called her Amé, but she couldn't possibly be talking about Angela…unless they definitely did mean a lot more to each other than anyone else could have ever known.

"Angie…" You say softly, not sure what the hell you're supposed to say to her. What are you exactly supposed to say when your best friend hits you with something like that? The implications behind her words are endless. That she loved Amelie, that she possibly loved someone else from within the organisation. And you don't even want to begin to wonder what she means about Jack Morrison.

"I've been ordered to keep you under close eye, to try stop you from leaving, until I can completely clear you, and get your word you won't chase after Widowmaker anymore…but I can't do that" she bites her lip, looking conflicted on what exactly to do before she looks back to you.

"Save her Lena. Lay low and sort things with Emily. But if Amelie comes to you again, please try and save her"

When you arrive back at your flat, it's quiet. Unbearably quiet in fact, something which isn't usual for your flat at all. There's normally always some noise, if that's the gradual build-up of the kettle, of the TV on quietly. Normally the first thing you hear is Emily humming or singing happily to herself in the kitchen. But today there is no noise, nothing at all. If you hadn't noticed Emily's shoes in the hallway by the door, you would have assumed she wasn't in.

You slowly make your way to the living room, feeling like a stranger in your own home. Everything feels so alien to you, like you've not been here for years, when in reality you've been away no longer than a week or so.

The living room is empty, no Emily in sight, which is strange because you sure didn't hear her in the kitchen. You walk over to the couch, a stab of pain in your heart as you look at the blanket folded up on the arm of it. On top of it lies a single piece of clothing, which you know is the shirt Emily had given to Widow to wear. You reach out to touch it, but stop. You don't want to ruin it, ruin the perfect image of her still being here, of everything being okay. But you have to, have to shatter that because really, that's reality now. She tried to kill you, was still under Talon's control after everything. You should hate her, shouldn't want anything to do with her, but of course you still do. You can't stop what your heart really wants, even if it isn't the right thing.

You leave the blanket alone, biting your lip as you turn away from the couch and start to head towards the bedroom. You take a deep breath, willing the tightness in your throat to go away as you take slow steady steps. You listen carefully, trying to hear if Emily is even home. You're about to give up and go make yourself a cup of tea while you wait for her, when you hear a noise from the bedroom.

"…Emily?" you call out cautiously, suddenly feeling nervous, and frankly a bit scared that it might not be her. You're on high alert after all that happened. After all, Talon could have sent more people to finish the job…or to do worse.

You gently push the bedroom door open, peering around it and almost sighing in relief with you see Emily's red hair sprawled out on the bed. She's just lying there staring at the ceiling, seeming to be completely lost in a day dream, which really you find a bit strange because it's your thing to daydream, not hers. Her eyes are red and puffy, it's obvious you've just walked in on her having a cry to herself.

"Lena!"

you expected her to be in a mood with you still, for her to at least sulk a bit, which is why when she practically throws herself into your arms, you're surprised to say the least. You stiffen for a moment, your arms stuck like you're frozen. Then reality comes back to you, and you sigh softly, your arms coming around her gently at first, until you tighten your grip.

"Hey Em, missed you" you murmur in her hair. She looks up at you. Her eyes looking so big an vulnerable from her position. You can see the hurt and relief in her eyes, and then when she smiles, they shift again to something you can't read. You find yourself smiling at her too, too caught up in the moment of having her in your arms once again. It makes you forget about everything that's been bothering you, her smile wiping all your worries away. But it doesn't last, of course it doesn't. After all, she is the one thing that is causing at least half of your worries. You thought she was upset with you, that she didn't want to talk to you after your argument. But here she is, in your arms smiling at you as if nothing is wrong. its surreal, incredible honestly that everything seems to be okay once again.

She senses your shift in mood and her smile falters, her eyes searching yours for a moment before she backs off slightly. "Lena" she starts softly, moving her hair out of her face as she meets your eyes once again "I'm sorry...I don't know what to say really apart from-"

"-Luv, it's alright. I should be the one apologisin' if anything"

She shakes her head roughly, her eyes now on her hands in her lap. You can't read her face at all, her hair obscuring your view. After a moment she sighs softly "No I...I know you Lena, know what you're like. Your impulsive, and wild, and sometimes even a bit stupid but- but that's why I love you" She pauses, taking a moment to collect her thoughts before she looks up at you "I know what this means to you, what she means to you...and I know you're not going to just give up on her because we've all told you to"

"Em..."

"No, I need to say it, to admit it to myself. It's hard for me to even say this but- but I get it Lena, I know you want- no need to save her, and just because I'm scared of the fact she's unpredictable and could hurt you again won't stop you, I know that"

The silence stretches out between you, both of you finally seeming to understand the others side. Emily has always been on your side no matter what, which is why it hurt so much when you argued about this. With your feelings so up in the air, and all these new revelations with Angie, you feel lost, confused. You have no idea what anything means anymore, but you know for sure Emily is, and always will be, the one constant in your life.

You find yourself reaching for Emily's hand unconsciously, a small smile pulling at her lips when her fingers brush against yours. "Em, I know I'm not the easiest to deal with. Hell, If I was you I'd have chucked me long ago, but...we're in this together, aren't we luv?"

You watch her as she seems to think on your statement, seeming to actually take what you're saying into account. You can't guarantee she will be with you forever, or even with you for this mission. but you hope she still wants to be. After all, the great Tracer always needs some help, and if that help is her girlfriend, then she's bound to be unstoppable, or so you'd like to think.

"I know how important this is, I mean I understand exactly why we- why you need to save her. But we can't do this alone. I'm with you, if you can work with Overwatch to help her. I don't want to find you half dead again because Talon still has its grip on her"

You stop for a moment, your thoughts all over the place as you try to process what she's said. A few weeks ago you would have never agreed to that, had to have given her the talk on why Overwatch can't know your secret mission...but now things are different, and maybe they actually could work. With Angela now on your side, even if working just with her, you could possibly make this work. Even if it means betraying Winston's trust, and disobeying orders from the higher ups. Surely they would be able to see past it if you did manage to take Talon's most valuable weapon away from them.

You're so distracted trying to fabricate a plan in your head, that you forget to even reply. It's not until Emily gives your hand a little squeeze and brings you back to reality, that you realize you've kept her waiting. You smile brightly at her, finally feeling like your old happy self once again. She seems a bit conflicted but slowly mirrors your big bright smile.

"Yeah luv, I think we can make this work"

For the next week, you spend as much time as you can trying to come up with a plan that even comes close to being functional. You don't have much success since you're being checked up on constantly by Winston and higher command, and you don't want to potentially get Angela in trouble while you have all this attention on you. You may be a bit ditzy, but you're not so stupid to start openly discussing things you promised you wouldn't with Angela when they're monitoring all your communications with every team member.

To distract yourself from your frustrating lack of progress, you focus on Emily instead. Mostly because you need to keep your head distracted from the worry that there's been radio silence from Talon for several weeks now. And because honestly, Emily deserves some attention to make it up to her for how weird you've been recently. So, you take her out on dates, to the park, to the pictures, anywhere she fancies. You even let her drag you along to some boring journalism exhibition, just because you know it means a lot to her.

By your tenth day home, you're used to your routine of spending the day out with Emily. Or picking her up after work and spending the evening together. Your check ins with Winston or Angela happen every second day, which is why when you and Emily are just getting in after having a wonder around the shops, you aren't surprised at all to feel your phone buzzing in your pocket.

Emily notices you pulling the phone out your pocket and immediately understands, giving you the bags in her hands and saying she'll join you with a cuppa in five minutes. You smile, turning to give her a quick kiss before making your way to the living room and plopping yourself down on the couch as you answer the call.

"Alright luv?"

The line is quiet for a moment, and you wonder if the signal is playing up again, or maybe that you've somehow muted it. You take the phone away from your ear and look at the screen, pressing the speaker icon just in case it's your phone acting up. There's still silence, and for some reason that really unnerves you.

"Uh, big guy, Angie...hello?"

"Hola, Tracer"

You freeze, your heart feeling as if it's almost stopped when you hear an all too familiar voice now coming through the device. "...Sombra?"

"Long time no see, Speedy"

"Would ask how ya got this number but- I know how you work, you can hack anything"

"Got that right. Your texts to Emily are adorable to read still"

You groan loudly "Will you stop doing that!"

"Okay okay, geez you're no fun"

You're about to reply when you see Emily coming into the room carrying two mugs. She looks at you cautiously, obviously having heard Sombra's voice and wanting to make sure you're both safe. When she see's you sitting on the couch with your phone on speaker on the table, she relaxes slightly and makes her way over.

"Sombra" she greets softly, handing you a mug while she places her own on the table and glances at the phone.

"Ah, the other girlfriend, was wondering where you'd gone"

"We're not-" you start, seeing how Emily tenses at even mentioning Widow.

"-Yeah, right, I know speedy. You don't even want to know what's been going on around here with that"

You look over to Emily, expecting her to be rolling her eyes, or doing something in response to Sombra's comment, but she's just staring at the phone, looking lost in thought.

"You're calling about her, aren't you?" she says suddenly, apparently catching both you and Sombra off guard.

"You are the smart one. Yeah, wish this could be a nice catch up call but...Our little spider's in danger"

There's a small tense silence, your eyes widening slightly when you realize what she means. Emily beats you too it, suddenly seeming a lot more interested.

"...Sombra, what's going on?"

"After she- well you know, they flipped her switch, she was picked up by that edgy bastard Reaper. All he did was go on about how he was right, and he knew there was something she was hiding. Blueberry she...she didn't say much, just stayed quiet. I didn't even get a chance to talk to her until they finished interrogating her"

"Wait, so they know 'bout her-"

"-Not quite, they know her kill switch still works, but they don't know who she was with when they flipped it. I covered it up, made some bullshit news article about her harming a couple of civilians"

"...You covered for us?" you ask uncertainly, not sure what to think of her words. You didn't think you'd ever trust her, always thought her agenda was way too ambiguous. But now...now you don't really know what to make of all this.

"Of course I did speedy, She's the closest thing I've had to a friend in a long time. And Talon...they deserve all this shit after what they've done. I mean, they're even trying to catch me at it!"

"But we're- I mean I'm in overwatch and I'm, you know, supposed to be like your enemy 'nd that?"

"You think I want Talon to complete their goals? To go around kidnapping people and using them? No way. They give me strong connections, and the means to do what I want. The only reason I ever shoot at you on the battlefield is to get them off my back"

"Thanks, Sombra, we appreciate it" Emily says softly, a strange look on her face. She sounds so kind and gentle, but her expression is something confusing, something you don't think you've seen before.

"Look...I know things must be fucking awful after what she did, but she needs your help. I can only cover for her while she's here...but…"

"Wait, what do you mean?" you ask, the sudden panic gripping your chest once again.

"She hasn't checked in with control for 24 hours, not like her when she's on a mission, never mind when she's in this mindset. At last contact she was on a mission in your neck of the woods. She could just be taking a page out of Reaper's book and being edgy and mysterious, but that isn't quite her style"

"You think something's happened to her?" Emily asks, leaning towards the phone slightly as her brow furrows.

"It could have. I just know if she doesn't check in soon, Talon are going to storm the area, and that could end badly for you"

"Got it, I'll find her" You say, already standing up and going to grab your gear.

"Speedy, wait" she hesitates, you can only imagine how this must be for her. She's stuck there, trying her best to help her friend but never actual able to go out and help like she wants. "Let me know if you find her...I can try write in another mission for her to give you some time"

"Aw, I didn't know you cared so much Sombra"

"Or I could reveal your search history to the public and bring Overwatch down for a second time"

Although you know she can't see it, you stick your finger up at the phone playfully before ending the call. Emily remains quiet beside you, seemingly oblivious to your banter with Sombra. She's staring at her hands again, nervously fidgeting with the bracelet you bought her on your shopping trip today. You obviously know something is wrong, but you don't really want to bring attention to it. You know it's about Widow, and as bad as it sounds, you don't have the time or energy to argue with her about it.

It's never been easy admitting to yourself that you could have feelings for anyone other than Emily, and even harder admitting that to her. When you first got together you nearly had a third member in your relationship, but it quickly fizzled out, and it was just you two again. Back then there wasn't enough time to get attached, but with Widow now, you know you're both more than just attached.

"Em...I have to-"

"-Lena, I know. Go find her and let me- I mean, let Sombra know she's safe" she says with a smile that doesn't reach her eyes. You know she doesn't want you going out, doesn't want you putting yourself in danger, but you both know you care about widow too much, and want to help Sombra out. Even if not for Sombra, she is right that Talon sniffing around means trouble for everyone, especially with your recent circumstances.

There's this tiny voice at the back of your head telling you finding her is a mistake, that finding her only connects you to Talon further, and maybe Talon agents hanging around won't be so bad. And most importantly, Emily won't be looking at you with such a sad look if you don't go. But you have to, you can't just walk away from this. After all, you do still owe Sombra for saving you from Reaper.

You want to say something more to Emily, but she's already picked up her phone and is looking at something. You know you can't say anything to help, anything that will make things better. So you go, giving her one last look before you head out the door.

You half-heartedly scout around the area, not really paying much attention to your surroundings as you have other things on your mind. You don't know when it happened, but before you realize, you're sitting on a rooftop just looking out over the neighbourhood. You need a moment of stillness, something to ground you back to reality and distract you from all your thoughts. To say your head is a mess is a huge understatement.

So you sit there, you sit for who knows how long just watching the lights of the city and the odd couple who wonder along. You sit and you think over everything that's happened. Everything with Widow, with Emily, even with Angela. You just can't get your head around it all, get your head around how Widow so easily turned on you, how Angela who was so against you even talking to Widow now wants you to save her. And most importantly, how Emily gave up on Widow and now doesn't know how to act about all of this. You can close your eyes and pretend everything is fine. Sit on this rooftop forever and not go back to this complicated situation you've found yourself in. But you know deep down you have to, that although it's tough, you want all of this. That makes you feel even worse, knowing you want something you potentially can never have.

You sigh softly, your eyes flickering down to the alley below as you think about how you really should be getting home. That is, until you notice something glinting in the light. You stay still, watching it carefully trying to determine what it is. If you didn't know better, you'd say it looks like... "No way" you half whisper to yourself, getting up from your spot and looking for the safest way down off of the roof.

A few tumbles and choice swear words later, you're on the ground. You find yourself faltering as you get closer, not wanting to get your hopes up for what could just be a cats collar reflecting in the moonlight. You take a quick breath and round the corner, making your way into the dimly let alleyway. The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end as you hear a sound not far away from you. It's quiet, the whole world seeming to freeze around you as you hear a small groan.

"H-Hello?" you ask loudly, your voice echoing harshly off the walls around you. At first you don't hear or see anything. You're about to lecture yourself for getting scared over nothing when you hear it.

"Cherie..."

You're stuck in place, eyes quickly darting around the dark to try find the source of the noise. You know her voice, would know it from anywhere. You're about to speak again when you see a movement on the ground to your left. You quickly rush over, not caring if it's a trap. You can't just ignore her, even if she did try to kill you mere weeks ago. When you reach her, you get your phone out for some light, trying hard to hold back a gasp when you see her blood covered limbs. She's panting lightly, her arm wrapped around her middle where you can see even more blood seeping from beneath her fingers. You want to scream, to wipe the image from your brain forever, but you can't. You can't stop staring at her, staring at her pain contorted face as she tries to meet your eyes.

"Bloody hell" you say lamely, wanting to slap yourself for sounding so stupid. She tries to smile, grimacing again at the pain. She looks like she wants to say something, but doesn't. You take that as your cue to crouch down next to her and try figure out the extent of her injuries. She has cuts on her arms, and a large possible stab wound on her side that she's currently trying to clutch at. It takes some convincing from you to get her to even move her hand to show you the wound. You look at her, searching her face for some answer of what the hell happened.

"I was ambushed" she says softly, not able to meet your eyes "This is not like me, I know. They cornered me, cut me down...I've been waiting for death as it's the most merciless way out of this"

"You can't say that luv!" you find yourself almost shouting at her. She seems taken aback, surprised at your strong reaction. You think she might try to tease you about it, but she doesn't, just looks away.

"I am better off dead Lena, you have to know that. Talon cannot use me if my heart does not beat"

"Hey shut up! you are not goin' to die, not on my watch!"

"Cherie-"

"-No, I'm going to save you, I have to I-" you cut yourself off with a sob, surprising both you and Widow. Her expression softens then, she has this look in her eye you've seen before. You roughly rub your tears away, hating to look so childish in front of her by crying out of frustration. You don't expect to feel her hand over yours, your eyes widening as they meet hers. She has a soft smile on her face, and you're not sure if its genuine affection or if she's out of it from the blood loss.

"Such a foolish girl, crying over your enemy's death"

You want to tell her to shut up, to stop making fun of you, but you can't. You know she's teasing you, and for some reason it fills you with such a warm loved feeling. That warmth is quickly replaced by the sinking of your heart as you notice her losing consciousness. It's like your mind suddenly snaps back to reality and you're suddenly aware that you're watching her slowly die in a dark alleyway. Without much thought, you try to get her up, leaning most her weight on you and make a dash for home, blinking there as fast as your accelerator lets you.

You're not thinking straight, just trying to get her to safety as soon as possible. Emily's yelp of surprise when you shoulder charge the door and nearly rip it off its hinges makes you stop and look around. You're standing in your hallway, Emily looking almost terrified as she just stares at you.

"Em! Thank god you're still awake. She needs-"

"-What is she doing here?"

Her voice is low, her eyes not meeting yours as she just continues to stare at the pretty much dead weight leaning against your side. You don't know what is going on with her, and honestly you don't care. You need her help, you need her to call Angie, or do something to help. You don't expect to feel hot anger beginning to bubble in your stomach as you look at her, but it does. Your mind is only occupied with how to save Widow's life, and With Emily acting as she is, it makes you irrationally angry.

"I found her like this. We need someone to do something!"

She's just quiet, just staring at you. You can't read her at all, and that just infuriates you more.

"Emily! will you bloody do something!"

"No, I- I can't Lena"

You don't think, you can't. Your thoughts are running way to fast to even think about what's coming out your mouth. You have to help her, you just have to. "What do you mean you can't? she's dying Em, we need to help her!"

"I can't. She- she hurt you, what if she hurts you again. I...I can't just-"

"-For fucks sake Em!" you shout, watching her flinch slightly at the loudness. You look away from her, eyes desperately scanning the room as you try to figure out what you should do. Emily's looking down when your eyes land on her again, she looks conflicted, definitely having some sort of inner turmoil.

You push past her, practically dragging Widow behind you now as she seems to be close to complete unconsciousness now. You make it to the bathroom before trying to place her down as gently as you can. She's way too tall and heavy for you to do it gracefully, and you cringe a bit when she hits the ground just a little bit harder than necessary. You get to work trying to find anything to stop the bleeding and help. You know very little first aid but you know enough from having Angela lecturing you while dressing your many wounds you've gotten over the years.

You see Emily shuffling to watch you from the doorway out of the corner of your eye as you throw something across the room while searching for your first aid kit.

"...It's in the cupboard, under the sink" Emily says softly, crossing her arms across her chest as she still can't meet your gaze.

"If you would help, maybe I would find it quicker" you snap at her, not really caring if you hurt her now. You're too preoccupied, too set on saving someone elses life. This probably makes you an asshole, and you know you'll need to apologise for this later. But just now, you just do not care.

After some more digging you eventually find the kit, quickly going over what the hell you need to do. Emily see's the panic in your eyes, and after some hesitation, she places her hand over yours. Your eye snap to hers, and she gives you a sad smile taking it out of your hands "You're too clumsy to patch her up Len, Just help me clean her up a bit"

You watch her move quickly, checking Widow's wounds and doing everything she can to help the poor assassin. When she's done, she stands back with a sigh, looking incredibly conflicted before she averts her gaze to the floor. She really isn't acting like herself. Your happy and optimistic Emily has turned into this strange shell of herself. You don't know what to think of it, what it even means.

Eventually, she speaks again, not meeting your eyes "She can't stay Lena, it isn't safe"

"Huh?"

"She- look I know you want to help her- and we have. But she can't stay, we can't fully trust her yet"

The irrational anger you're becoming so accustomed to rears its ugly head as you look at her. "Em, look at her! We can't just leave her out in the street to die!"

"If we tell Sombra we've found her maybe Talon will come pick her up, or-"

"-Or what? what if they don't and she dies 'cause you were too scared to trust her?"

You see something in her eyes, you don't know what it is, but its a look you don't understand. "How am I supposed to trust her when she tried to kill you Lena? I just can't, I'm not ready yet"

"Oh really, is it that hard for you" You practically sneer at her "All you have to do is back me up here"

"It isn't just about backing you up its-"

"-It's what Em? Just because you're scared of what she's done, for her mistakes in the past"

"Lena, please, don't do this now. You nearly died and I- I, you just can't understand-"

"-No, you can't understand!" You shout, not caring how startled she looks at your outburst "You can't even begin to understand how this feels to see her like this-"

"-Of course I understand, I love her too!"

Your reply dies on your tongue as your eyes widen. She's glaring at you hard, her breath slightly ragged from how worked up about this she is. You've imagined this moment many times, finally talking about how you both feel, but you never imagined it would happen like this.

"Em..."

She sighs softly, her gaze flickering to Widow before it lands back on you "I didn't think I'd ever be in the situation where this could happen. where I could love both of you. And then for that love and trust to be ripped away. I don't know if I can do it Lena, it hurts too much to even think about. My heart says that I need to help her, to keep her safe, but my head says something completely different"

"Em, Luv...I'm so sorry" you almost whisper, suddenly not being able to meet her eyes. Of course she's acting this way for the exact same reason as to why you're so defensive about this. You love Widow, and she does too. You want to save her, and so does Emily, but she's more scared than you about it all. She's not as brave as she's been pretending to be all this time, of course she isn't.

Emily sighs once again, seeming to gather all her courage before coming closer to Widow again and looking over her injuries "She should be okay, the wound on her side here" she says, her fingers hovering just above her skin, almost seeming too scared to touch "It isn't as bad as it looked at first"

"She wanted to die, luv" you say softly, sitting cross legged on the floor next to where Emily is crouched. "Said she'd be better off dead" You want to reach out and touch Widow, check her skin is still warm under your touch, but you know there's no need. You shouldn't need excuses to touch her, yet you still feel you do.

Emily doesn't say anything for a moment, her eyes still just looking over Widow's features. "She probably blames herself, thinks it's her fault for what happened to you"

"Do ya think it's her fault?" you ask softly, knowing exactly what rests on her answer.

She simply shakes her head, her gaze finally landing back on you. The look she's giving you is almost empty, this sadness just shining in her eyes.

"It would be unfair to blame her fully. They've messed with her head, she can't stop them..." she pauses, seeming to think on it for a moment "I'm just scared Lena. I don't want them to hurt her...but she also hurt you and now- god, I don't know what I'm supposed to feel or think"

You watch almost speechless as a tear makes its way silently down her cheek. You want to reach out, to hold her and tell her everything will be okay. But really you don't know if it will ever be okay again. Like yeah, you saved Widow's life tonight, but can you really keep her safe. Even with your combined efforts with Sombra, you don't know if she'll ever be safe while Talon still stands, and you have no idea how the hell you're going to take them down.

"Hey, Em, luv...We can do it, keep her safe 'nd that" you say gently, trying to reassure yourself with your own words, never mind her. She just looks at you, not looking convinced at all.

"And what if that's not enough? We can't make this work if she's still under their control. We can't just-"

You wrap your arms around her in a tight hug, cutting her off as her eyes widen slightly, obviously not expecting the contact. It takes a moment before you feel her relax, her arms coming to rest around you gently. You don't know what to say to make this all better, to reassure her this can all work out, especially when you feel so unsure about it all yourself.

"We'll be okay Em...all of us will"