Overwatch: Talon

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Bullets whizzed past Reaper and Widowmaker as they ran across rooftops, being pursued by Tracer and Winston. Widow was particularly unhappy that the bullets were being fired by her own weapon, which the speedster managed to steal from her using her time warping abilities.
She felt naked without her own rifle in her hands.
"This is Widowmaker, we need the dropship now!" She yelled into her com. "The mission is a failure! I repeat, the mission is a failure!"
Their mission to retrieve the Doomfist gauntlet from the Overwatch museum was thwarted, thanks to the intervening of some unwelcome civilians when they were busy dealing with Overwatch themselves. Widow herself ate a punch from the gauntlet, and Reaper got bodyslammed by Winston.
"That dropship better get here or we're done!" Reaper snarled as he fired his shotguns behind himself.
They were outmatched, and Reaper had no intention of being held captive. He had already been bested by this monkey once before, when he attempted to hack into all Overwatch agents data.
"It'll be here!" Widow assured him under pressure as he grabbed onto her before they swinged off a rooftop from Widow's grapplehook. "Just be ready!"
They landed onto another building top, but they were stopped in their tracks when Winston leap above and landed in front of them. Their first instinct was to simply run under his big arms, which miraculously worked. However their brief success was cut short when an electric charge jolted through both of them and they cried out, originating from Winston's weapon. The charge was maintained for a few seconds before stopping, and they both fell over, defeated.
As the terrorist duo struggled to get back on their feet, Winston and Tracer stood above them.
"Well, loves...that got a lot messier than it needed to be" The British woman said, in her always-annoying cheerful tone. "High marks for trying, though!"
"Tracer, help me restrain them" Winston said as he took out technological cuffs, one specially designed to hamper with Reaper's unique abilities. "There's a lot they can tell us about Talon, and we need the intel"
"Vous me touchez wont, singe..." Widow muttered.
In a stroke of luck, the Talon dropship appeared nearby, awaiting for them to board. The Overwatch agents were briefly distracted, which gave Reaper an opportunity to stand to his feet and activate his ultimate.
"Die! Die! Die!" He yelled out as he fired his shotguns wildly in all directions, Winston barely having enough time to shield himself and Tracer. "Time to move!"
Reaper turned to mist and flew in the direction of the dropship. Widow, however, couldn't leave just yet...not without the Widow's Kiss.
"I didn't manage to get the gauntlet, but I'm not losing my rifle" She thought. "Not to this...annoyance"
She leapt up at Tracer, and grabbed a hold of the assault rifle. They collapsed to the floor and struggled against each other, and Widow just managed to rip her weapon from the Brit's hands when she brought a hard headbutt down on her. Almost like a sixth sense, she ducked an incoming punch from Winston and turned to shove a venom mine on his face.
"My gift to you"
The mine exploded into a cloud of purple smoke, and Winston was left dazed as he uncontrollably coughed. Widow saw her opening, and started running after Reaper. As she ran, Reaper provided cover fire to ensure her retreat from a pursuing Tracer, and she was forced to let them go when Widow boarded. As they began to take off, Widow would have liked to take this opportunity to mock her opponents by blowing a kiss to them, but instead she could only glare at them with an unsatisfied gaze.
"Enjoy your victory while it lasts" She thought. "This spider will only come back hungrier for blood"
And until blood, their blood, is spilled? It's a hunger that will never sated.
The Overwatch agents could do little else but watch as the dropship sped off, but it didn't matter.
"Aw, they got away!" Tracer expressed her disappointment.
They stopped Talon from retrieving the Doom Gauntlet.
That's what's mattered.

Reaper stood quietly inside the ship, before suddenly turning to Widowmaker, his movement swelling with outrage.
"What happened back there!?" He yelled at his partner, his hands out as if he was about to strangle her.
Widowmaker was not intimidated in the least however, and merely looked at him with the blank expression she always had.
"We failed" She stated, simply.
"And who's fault is that?" Reaper questioned.
"You blame me for this?"
Reaper turned away from her, waving his hand dismissively. He looked down at the floor, frustrated. Once again, he had been bested by Winston, one of his many hated enemies.
Widowmaker herself was also a little salty at her defeat, a first for her...she didn't like the feeling. She had proven victorious over Tracer before, but today she could not repeat the same success that she had in Kings Row when she assassinated Mondatta.
"Ugh, I prefer to work alone" She said as she crossed her arms and shook her head.
"Believe me, the feeling's mutual" Reaper assured her. "I thought you were supposed to be the perfect assassin"
That's what Talon made her to be, after all.
"You know, you aren't so flawless yourself" Widow told him with the slightest hint of annoyance in her voice. "You don't even know how to reload"
She never saw Reaper reload. He always pulled out new shotguns from wherever when he needed more ammo. Widow was not supernatural like him, though...so why was she getting all the blame? She did her best...he was at fault as much as she was.
"Furthermore, you're the one with supernatural powers" She went on. "Unlike you, I need to actually work for a success. You don't know how it feels to-"
She stopped when he almost exploded at her, turning swiftly to her and taking a threatening step forward.
"Work? Work!?" He hissed. "Everything that I am, everything I ever will be, is forged by the war and deaths I've experienced"
He placed a hand on his mask, and removed it from his face. Widow had never seen his mask-less before, and looked upon the deteriorated face of what was once a Hispanic man. His skin was a decaying grey, his pupils were an unnatural red, and his scars ran deep.
"These scars all tell the tale of Gabriel Reyes, and I see you have none on that pretty face of yours" He told her, his voice no longer an echoed shroud without the mask. "And he has experienced more than you ever will. For God's sake, I died!"
And Mercy brought him back as...this.
"You want to know the difference between me and you, Widow?" Reaper asked as he placed his mask back on. "I fight because I choose to...you fight because you're told to"
Everything about her was a lie. She was just an experiment, a housewife that was made into what she was by a syringe. Reaper was created from the sounds of bullets and spilling of blood and the stench of betrayal...whereas Widow was birthed from an operating table.
"So don't you dare tell me who has it easier" He went on as Widow continued watching him silently. "If anyone has had it easier, it's you. You were just given what you have, no previous experience required. While your husband was away fighting alongside me, you were probably busy dusting plates and cleaning the-"
"You've made your point" Widow rose her voice slightly, interrupting and stopping him. "And please, stop mentioning Gerard"
Reaper looked like he had more to say, but he could see that she understood what he said as he watched her eyes trail to the floor in contemplation. He simply turned from her and was silent, and they didn't speak for a while, hearing only the humming of the dropship's momentum.
He wanted to say more hurtful things, many involving her husband that he knows she still holds a soft spot for in that cold and soulless husk of hers...but he was satisfied with what was already said. She was put in her place.
"You are right" Widow said after a period of silence, looking up at him. "I'm certainly not perfect...but I'm only human, oui?"
She forced a small smile on her face, see if it would lift his mood. But alas, it didn't.
"You're barely human anymore" Reaper quietly spoke.
Her smile faded. That...was a very hypocritical statement.
"And what are you?" She questioned.
"I may not look pretty" Reaper muttered. "But at least I still have a soul"
His words might've hurt her, if she was capable of feeling pain in such a way. In fact, she was tired of trying to make herself care about how she might feel or how anyone else may feel. Emotion was heavy baggage, and she should be glad to be rid of it.
"I should stop trying" She thought. "He doesn't care, and you shouldn't be capable of caring"
Pretending to be alive wasn't working for her. The moment of the kill was the only thing that sparked any life in her.
"Fine, it was all my fault. It's alright though, I'll be fixed soon enough" Widow sighed. "Can't say I look forward to it, but it has to be done"
"Fixed? What do you mean?" Reaper questioned as he turned back to her.
She took a moment before responding.
"Tell me, Reaper...when a weapon doesn't work or it doesn't perform to expectations, what do you do with it?" Widow asked.
"You...dismantle it?" He supposed.
She shook her head.
"Not if the weapon costed you a fortune, no" She told him. "You fix it"
He didn't understand what she was getting at...but at the moment, he was currently too upset with her to care about anything she said. He simple mumbled an acknowledgement and paid her little attention after that.
And for the rest of the journey, they didn't speak to one another.