Lena Oxton.
Or Tracer, as most call her. You prefer to call her by her real name, as you've known the really outgoing female for a long time. You were walking down the street leading to your home.
"Heya, Y/N!" She greeted as she skidded to a stop beside you.
"Lena? What are you doing here?" You asked.
"You know, just strolling through. Where ya headed?"
"I'm heading back home, of course."
"Ooh! Can I come with?"
"I mean. . I don't see why not."
"YAY! Thanks, love!"
You slightly blushed at her behaviour. You've always found Lena's personality and child-like behaviour adorable and you especially loved it when she refers to you as 'love'.
As you two walked, you noticed Lena get slightly fidgety.
"Lena? Are you alright?"
"Yeah! I'm fine. It's just that, walking down this path with you reminded me of the good old times and. . . I don't know, love. Ever get the feeling of Déjà vu?"
You chuckled. "I don't, Lena. Besides, don't you Overwatch agents have work to do?"
She contemplated your words for a moment.
"Nah, I'm sure they're fine. . . I hope. You know, you could join us."
"Sure, but that'd be a death wish. I'm not suited for that kind of li-"
You were cut off by a sound of a gun shot. Lena looked around in shock and her gaze landed on Widowmaker. Lena narrowed her eyes.
"Y/N, run home. I'll deal with her." She said before taking off, a trail of blue behind her.
You ran towards the direction of your house, which was quite a distance from where you were. You barely dodged the sniper's shots, and you looked up to see Lena in a skirmish with the sniper. You saw the sniper look at you and you quickened your pace.
She attempts another shot and you, and this time it hit your leg. You fell mid sprint, and hit the ground hard enough to injure you further.
Tracer noticed this and her anger flared. She pressured Widowmaker so much, that she barely has time to recover.
"Why. Why. Why. WHY!" Tracer shouted between shots.
Widowmaker grinned and placed a toxic trap and ran, knowing she'll trigger it. Tracer ran right by the trap and triggered it, as Widowmaker predicted. She fell due to the gas fumes and dropped her weapons.
Widowmaker shot her time device, rendering her abilities useless. Tracer rolled on the floor, the toxins flowing through her bloodstream.
"Say goodbye, girl." Widowmaker pressed the barrel of her sniper against Tracer's head.
This is it, Tracer thought. I'm going to die. And Y/N will see it. My dearest Y/N.
Just as Widowmaker pulled the trigger, she was shot. She glared at the direction of the shot and her eyes widened. You were there, with a time device of your own. The one Widowmaker was supposed to destroy, that was why she was sent to assassinate you.
You grinned and blinked yourself to the sniper's side. You grabbed her neck and threw her off the roof. However, she had an escape route and used her grappling hook on a jet.
"We will meet again, boy. And by then, be ready." Widowmaker snarled before entering the jet.
You scoffed, but your attention was quickly drawn to Lena. She coughed blood and you blinked to her side.
"Don't worry. . Love." You hesitated before grinning foolishly.
You placed your time device on her chest and clicked a button, causing her to go back in time to where she was in a much more favourable condition.
Lena patted herself, and then your time device.
"I'm . . alive?"
You laughed and nodded. Her time device was beyond repair, and it couldn't be salvaged. Tracer blinked right in front of you and threw herself on you.
"Thanks, love!"
You blushed, but returned the hug.
"You know, love. I'm starting to miss your hugs." Lena said, looking up to your hypnotic E/C eyes.
Lena slowly lifted herself and pressed her lips against yours. This course of action took you off guard. You never thought that the bombshell known as Lena Oxton, would kiss you ever.
With new found confidence, you kissed back more passionately, earning a soft moan from Lena. She broke the kiss and looked at you.
"Know that from now on, you're my love, love!" She giggled.
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FanfictionSometimes, ideas come into my head and I tend to want to write it down, so here it is.