Tuesday, June 3rd, 6:42 A.M.
The orange glow of dawn illuminates the entire room, the rays of the sun on show through the tiles of the huge bay window, the outside world already animated by human life.
Although the world is already awake, sleep still reigns in the room of Widow.
The noise of outdoor activities is disturbed by an incessant hum, the vibrator of Widow's cell phone placed on the nightstand.
Widow wakes up, and stretches her arm as best she can in the direction of the bedside table to consult her phone and see why it vibrates so much.
- The one who decides to annoy me when I wake up, will regret it. (Says Widow, with a tired voice.)
Widow consults her phone, and notices that all the notifications come from a single person: Sombra. All of her messages contain the same text : "Have you forgotten that we have an important mission in two hours? If you don't come, I'll come and get you."
Widow immediately rests her phone on the nightstand, and lets a long sigh escape. She got up, still keeping her large silk blanket on her back and shoulders and fills herself a glass of wine, then headed towards the large bay window, open and letting in the cold morning air.
About five minutes later, the door opens.
- So it's like this ? You're awake but you're not telling me. You know, if I'd come 20 minutes earlier, I'd have woken you up with a pillow on your face. (Says Sombra with her arm crossed, looking at Widow from behind.)
- If you'd done that, you'd be dead right now.
- I know you would have spared me. This is not the first time. (Sombra approaches Widow and leans against the wall next to the window and finds herself facing her.) Ha, a glass of wine ? In the morning ? You had a terrible nightmare last night ? Poor you.
- Yes, and you were in it, which made it a nightmare, and you were as impolite in my dream as you are in real life.
- What I find impolite is that you allow yourself to sleep in on a mission day. (Says Sombra while looking at Widow with a smirk.)
Widow puts her glass of wine on the counter, drops her blanket on the floor and decides to stand in front of Sombra looking straight into her eyes with her yellow eyes.
- I'll make you swallow your attitude.
Sombra, not at all impressed by Widow's charisma and threats, does not move an inch and looks deeply into her eyes with an air of challenge and a smile on her face.
Their "discussion" were interrupted by a grouped message, saying that they must go downstairs to prepare the mission.
- Duty calls us, spider lady - and you better put on your mission suit, I doubt this one will do the work, if you know what I mean. (Sombra approaches her face, "booped" her and began to advance towards the bedroom door)
As Sombra prepares to leave, Widow grabs her firmly by the biceps, and approaches her mouth from her ear, whispering to her :
- We'll resume this discussion later.
Sombra leaves the room while Widow is preparing herself for the mission.
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It'll be not easy to have my heart, chérie.
FanfictionThis duo is energized especially by their quarrels, their screams and their discontent. Wouldn't all this difference make them think that something is compatible ? Widow is under the influence of a horrible conditioning that counts well to be broke...
